My Barber

“El Colorao”

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By Richard de Orizaba

I have never been one of those queens who are fastidious about his appearance. You know the type, every hair in place, the hairdo neat and all coiffed. Almost always these people can’t pass in front of a mirror and look and they always bring their hand up to the head, smoothing over one solitary hair that seems to be out of place.

No, I am not one of those. As a matter of fact, it has been years since I either used a brush or a comb. What I ordinarily do is wash my hair when I shower. Sometimes I put a rinse when I feel it is dry and too unruly. But I just shake it with my hands and let it fall in place. No hair dryer, no comb and certainly no fuzz.

I was blessed with a full head of hair. It grows by the minute. It is thick and wavy. I once let it grow very long almost past my shoulders and it was a sight to see. My hair was so shiny and beautiful. Girls used to be jealous of my hair and would say so.

So when it comes to cutting my hair, I am not too fuzzy either. I just go to keep it off my forehead and to make it manageable. My choice of barber does not include any type of boutique stylist or that sort of nonsense. What I look for in a barber is consistency, fast service and he should be personable.

There is no denying that some barbers have “a good hand” while others shouldn’t even be cutting the grass in the front lawn. When I lived in Miami, I went to this barber who was supposedly straight but eventually proved to be bisexual and he was highly recommended by a trick of mine.

What I found so intriguing about “Colorao” (his real name was Candido) was that every time I went for a hair cut he would actually press his crotch against my shoulders and I could feel his cock. I knew he was getting hard and he was kind of good looking, he would smile and carry on a conversation as if that was not happening. At times I thought it was all in my mind.

The barbershop was on Palm Avenue in Hialeah just a few blocks from my aunt’s house, so it was convenient. I usually fed my aunt very bland foods, with no salt, broiled or boiled to comply with a very strict diet and she would eat around 5pm. She would watch some television and be in bed no later than 8.

I called Colorao and asked him if he had any appointments later that day and he said he was booked all the way until closing time but for me he would stay and do my hair. I got there at 6:45 and he was just finishing cutting a little boy’s hair. He greeted me and said he would not be long.

I waited and the other barber left and then the father with the little boy also left. Colorao went and locked the front door and put up the “closed” sign and asked me to sit in the chair.

He excused himself and went to the bathroom and took a little too long, I thought. He came back and was not wearing his barber’s mock instead had a black and white shirt that made him look sexy. We talked for a while, I asked him about his wife and the two kids and he said they were doing fine. Then he asked me if I liked to “party”. I told him that I did not but I didn’t criticize those who did. It was none of my business. That is when he pulls out this line and snorts it.

I wasn’t sure at that point if I should just get up and leave because somebody high cutting my hair was something I was not ready to deal with. He finally started to cut my hair and did a very good job. But all the time he was near me, he would press his crotch against my arm and when he finished he was brushing off the hair from my neck and just started to give me a massage. That I was not expecting.

Next thing I know, he runs his hands under my shirt and feels my chest, pinching my nipples and eventually traveled to my crotch that was getting hard as one might expect.

He then stands in front of me and pulls down my pants and just started to suck my cock. The main work area of the barbershop is behind a partition and the waiting area in the front so we had complete privacy.

I knew he was high at that point, which explained his exuberance and daring move. Clothes went flying off and we were now naked in front of one another. He was a very attractive man, in his thirties and with a goatee. His body was still lean and strong and he had a very nice size cock, uncut and thick.

Colorao sat on the chair and I climbed right over and offered him my cock and he continued sucking. Then he lifted my whole body and began to eat my balls to end up in my ass crack which he so expertly rimmed.

I was going crazy with the pleasure of having my barber eat my ass and he was inserting saliva into my boy pussy priming it for what was to follow. Penetration happened after he got up from the chair and just made me lean against it. He proceeded from behind and just started pumping. He was using my bum hole as a fuck bag. He had no mercy, not even inkling if I was feeling any discomfort or any pleasure. I guess being high did that to him.

He was giving me a run for my money. This barber was now pumping his cock into me with strong thrusts and was coming all the way out and plunging it all the way in, very fast and very hard. I was getting fucked and I was enjoying it.

Then I think he was getting close to shooting but he pulled out and laid me on the chair, this time with my legs up in the air and he went back to eating my ass. He would take turns, he would rim me for a while and then he would fuck me some more. He did this about ten times, each time he did, I was getting hotter and hotter and just going out of my mind with the pleasure.

Finally there came a moment when he was just at the right angle, giving me all the stimulation I needed and I could not hold it back any more and just shot a big load. It was copious as my ejaculations usually are and it landed on my belly and chest and Colorao bent over and licked every drop of it and went back to fucking me until he reached an orgasm of biblical proportions.

I left that evening very satisfied but a bit disturbed because I knew now that my barber was doing coke. I called my trick friend who recommended him to me and I told him that Colorao’s behavior was a bit erratic. My friend said that he had been there two weeks earlier and noticed the same thing.

In any case, I told my friend that I thought nothing good would come of that and I would not be surprised if one day they would find him with ants in his mouth.

I guess I regret having said that because the next morning they found Colorao’s body along with his wife’s in a field in South Miami. They had both been tortured, there were cigarette burns on both bodies and she had her nipples cut off.