Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

I laid on the chair quietly, listening as the door chimes rang, signalling the entrance of his next customer. I wondered if this was just a routine haircut, or if he had scheduled another special facial, affording me a haircut, a facial, and a show. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and stroked slowly, gently, straining to hear what was going on.

No matter how hard I tried, all I could hear was indistinct chatter, some laughter, and the sound of an electric razor. Tony's cum was soaking into my skin by this point; some of it had oozed down to my lips and I instinctively stuck my tongue out and licked them, tasting his salty goodness. I was a little disappointed that he didn't shoot his creamy load in my mouth, but the way his cum felt as it blasted all over my face, then as he smeared it all over me, was almost enough to make me cum just thinking about it.

I closed my eyes and filled my mind with visions of Tony's meat working in and out of my mouth…Tony, who I'd known for so long and never once thought of as anything but the guy who cut my hair…who now all I could think about was that thick rod of his using my mouth to edge himself. I stroked my hard-on a little faster, squeezing on each upstroke, precum spilling out all over my fingers. I pictured Tony's dick spurting his hot jizz all over my face…spreading it around with his cock. Fuck, I was getting so close to cumming. If his current customer was just a haircut, I was going to go out and suck Tony's cock again, right there in the front room, this time holding his hips so he couldn't pull away. My special facial woke a hunger for cum in me that I definitely needed to quench.

"I had an unexpected facial appointment this morning," I heard Tony say, his voice getting closer. I opened my eyes and looked towards the door. I was stroking the whole length of my shaft by this point, twisting my hand around the head so I could get my palm slick with precum, using it as the perfect natural lube it is. "Don't worry, there's a chair next to his you can use." Tony entered the room and looked over at me, a smile growing on his face as he saw me working over my cock. I grabbed my shaft by the base and pointed it at Tony before playfully shaking it in his direction. His client followed soon behind.

"Dad?!" I whispered. My Dad stopped and looked at me, his skin ashen and his eyes wide. It was as if time stood still; we just stared at each other, the situation striking us completely mute. I must have been quite the sight when he walked in: Tony's cum glistening on my face from the overhead lights, my erect cock held upright by my thumb and forefinger, shaking it back and forth. I looked over at Tony as he walked over to the adjacent chair and adjusted it to the fully reclined position. I turned back to look at my father; well, more accurately, to look at the tent that had formed in his shorts. The size of the tent pole let on that Dad was seriously packing, which made my cock grow a little firmer. I pulled my gaze away from his crotch and expected us to lock eyes, but I noticed that he was staring at my cock as I held it upright. I didn't think I could have possibly gotten any harder, but more blood flowed to my cock, swelling it to a size I've rarely seen before. I reached my hand into my boxers and pulled my balls out of the front opening, showing them off as I started to slowly stroke for him.

His gaze wasn't shifting – he was completely fixated on my cock. I started to jerk off again, not so much for my pleasure as it was for putting on a show for him. His hand moved down to the front of his shorts and he started rubbing his cock through them.

"Fuck, take it out…please take it out…" I thought to myself as his hand started to move up and down the bulge in his shorts. I pointed my dick towards him and started stroking a little faster, milking more and more precum out, strands of it dangling from my cock head to the chair. Dad's hand moved up to his zipper when Tony slapped the empty chair a few times, snapping us back to "reality".

"Come on, I don't have all day" Tony waved his hand from my Dad to the open chair. "Come on, come on," Tony urged, waving at him to come over.

"Is…is it…okay?" Dad stammered. I could definitely understand his uncertainty and hesitation. To say this was an unconventional situation would be quite the understatement. What was going through my mind at the moment was even less conventional: I had a burning desire to see his cock, and to see it cum.

I reached over with my free hand and slapped the chair next to me.

"Yeah. You did drive out all this way. Your ride here shouldn't be wasted." He looked back at my cock and saw how rock hard it was for him. He smiled and laid down on the chair. Tony fished his cock out of his pants and moved forward. Dad leaned his head towards him and started to suck. Quite expertly, I might add. If he had been getting these facials every two weeks for decades, I guess he should be great at sucking dick, but damn, he sucked cock like a porn star. Of course, Tony's might have not been the only dick he's had in his mouth all these years.

Dad was moaning as Tony worked his cock in and out of his mouth, his balls slapping against Dad's chin. Tony occasionally pulled his cock out of Dad's mouth so he could catch his breath, using his cock head to smear saliva across his face before plunging back into Dad's mouth. His sucking almost had an air of desperation to it, as if he needed to suck cock to survive. As I jerked and watched I found myself wondering what his tongue was doing; was he flicking it across the shaft? Pressing against it so his mouth would feel tighter? Swirling around the head to help coax out precum? I had to slow down my own stroking because the thoughts about what Tony was feeling were bringing me too close to the edge.

As he eagerly sucked Tony's cock, Tony reached down and unzipped Dad's pants, freeing his cock from the confines of his clothes.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I thought as Dad's cock sprung into view. I thought I was pretty well hung at eight inches, but Dad's dick put me to shame; he was soda can thick and had to be a foot long. Mom was super petite, so kudos to her for being able to handle that monster. I couldn't help but picture her trying to mount him, trying to slide as much of him into her small frame. My hand moved up and focused its short, rapid strokes on the head as I replaced Mom in my visions, that huge love stick in my hands. I tore my eyes away from his cock and took in the whole scene: Dad's rod in his hand as he started to jerk off, Tony pushing his entire dick in Dad's mouth over and over again.

I was jerking faster as I watched the two of them. I knew how it would end, but that didn't lessen the excitement. Dad started to jerk, faster and faster. I watched his hand and matched his pace, each of us stroking our cocks in perfect synchronization. I heard Tony's familiar grunt as he pulled out and spurted ropes of thick semen all over Dad's face. I stared at Tony's cock as each rope of cum shot out. It was a really impressive load, especially considering he just dumped a ton of cum on me no more than 30 minutes ago.

Dad and I started to groan as well as we were jerking our dicks at a frenzied pace. Our cocks finally erupted, our money shots shooting straight up in the air and landing all over ourselves. Tony then rubbed his soft cock all over Dad's face, spreading his cum evenly, getting complete coverage. After a quick clean-up by plunging his dick back in Dad's mouth, he put his cock back in his pants and zipped up.

"You lay here and let that soak in," he instructed. "I have to get back out to the front of the shop."

He left and we laid there, your eyes closed as you tried to calm your breathing, me looking over at your cock draped over your leg, pointing towards me.

That's when I felt my cock start to grow again.