Return of the Barber 4: Time Release Twink
by Texzilla
It's just that my head feels so strange. Like stuffed with cotton or something. Not like when I take too much cold medicine on purpose, not that kind of light headed. But just really off.
Where am I anyway? Oh yeah, downtown, headed away from, oh yeah that weird barbershop. That's right, I sort of remember now. I went in there for a cut or something. No that's not it. I was looking into….ah yeah, the guys from the Alpha house. That's right. I was going to write an article on this for the college newspaper. It was so weird that all the guys in that one fraternity suddenly came out. I could have sworn they weren't all like that before. Not even were they all….. well it's just odd. Sure we all knew that Alpha Phi Alpha was a major black Greek house, but were they secretly only taking in gays too? And that they all suddenly decided that they were all going to be gay and all going to be black and all shave their heads in unity?
Why did I say "all going to be black", they were always black. They'd have to be, right.
Anyway, someone said they heard that barber took care of the first couple then they all shaved each other's heads over one night. So that's why I went to that barber to see if anything was up. If he knew or saw anything odd when he took care of those few guys.
It's just so strange that my hair doesn't look any different even though he worked on it for a while. But then, he said it would stay the same for a bit, only change over slowly, like the rest of me would. What ever the fuck that meant. Something about wanting me to be more aware of the change so I wouldn't forget. That since I was quick to judge I would be given time to get the full story. And if I wanted I could have someone join me? How could he seem to be such a nice guy but seem to be angry at the same time?
Fuck it, I've got to hit the store and then get back to my place. Uhhhh, let's see. Go three blocks over to Sprawl-Wart and get some clothes cheap or just head into these pricier stores on the strip since I'm here. This time of day the superstore is going to be packed with housewives and lonely seniors so, since I'm here, let's see what these stores have got.
Too bad there's not one of those Abercrombie stores around here. The ads are pretty faggy but the girls all say that I look like one of their models. Hard to believe real guys like that would hang all over each other even for money. But speaking of faggy, what the hell is up with this store?
God, do guys wear stuff like this? Even queer guys? These aren't shorts these are panties for guys. Jeez, feel these things. I swear my last date had rougher feeling undies than this. So smooth. But it's got a pouch in the front, not much of one, but there's room for a dick so it must be for guys. Man. Let's see, is there anything in this store even my size? 36? 36? No…… man it's all this tiny stuff. Does anyone rally have a 22 in waist? If this stuff wasn't so sheer and revealing I'd think it was a kid's store everything is so small. And how can things this small and made of such flimsy material cost so much?
Just can't get over the feel of these undies. I can just barely see my skin through these black ones. That would look so cool on someone's hips, sheer black with a blush of flesh showing through. Where's I get 'blush'? This striped set is kind of cool, blue with thin green… oh sorry, the tag says teal with lime. Sounds like something you might drink. If I get the black set and this teal set that wouldn't be too much.
"All set sir?"
"Yeah just this." Great, summer's coming and allergies are acting up. My nose isn't stuffy and my throat feels OK but what's with the upper octave going on?
"Very nice. Are they a gift?"
"Uhh, no, guess not. For me, does that make a difference?" that should have come out more stern than it did. Almost sounded a bit afraid he was asking.
"Just in case you needed them gift wrapped. They just looked a little small for you."
Yeah no fuck they're too small for me Brucie. Haven't had a 22 inch waist since middle school. Hope to god they have a real bag I can take these out of here in, not some little mincing purse like thing. Shit I could probably wad them up and tuck them in my pant's pocket without anyone knowing they're there. No wait, that would wrinkle them and ruin the effect. Great, normal bag, out of here.
And why did I buy this stuff anyway? Have to figure out what to do with it when I get home, I guess. Should have spent more time in there to see if they have some decent jeans. These are getting too lose and I swear I didn't have this much trouble with the length before. Must have stretched them out since the last washing and the heels of my shoes must be wearing down so they're getting floppy on the end.
Good shoes in this store. Nice trainers. What the…is that my hair? Is that the reflection? Barber guy said it might take a while to set in but, it's looking kind of blond. Those blond streaks? Yeah look at that. It's not shorter is it, maybe, sure looks straighter than before. What did that guy do? Deal with shoes and pants later after I get back to my dorm room and check this out.
At least no one said anything about the hair when I came in. Swear it kept hanging down in my eyes some. Well, Oscar looked at me weird but kind of a nice weird. At least there are some football players who aren't giant bald black men these days. Why did I think "these days"?
Crap! He did put something in my hair. It's gotten a lot blonder than when I left the store. And not even good blond that I might be able to joke my way out of. It's got those darker roots so you can tell it's dyed. And it's making the length and the cut look like one of those stupid Emo guys, what ever the fuck Emo means.
Who's this knocking? "Hey Oscar, what's up?" Shit, well he's already seen what an idiot I look like.
"Hey Joe, can I borrow your notes from psych class? 'Fraid I was studying for my math test during psych. Which I failed anyway."
Shit this guy is so huge. Who wears such a skin tight black shirt on a hot summer day? Well, guys who look as shit kicking big as Oscar do, that's who. Besides I'm, the one who bought the way too small sheer sleeveless T just an hour ago. Which I better stuff back into the bag before he sees it.
"Hey sure, come on in. You didn't miss much. I'll dig 'em out." They're around here somewhere.
"You uhhh…you doing something different with your hair?"
"Ah man, just ignore it OK? Tried this new barber downtown and he must have gone off on a tangent. Doesn't look too bad does it?" Why am I asking like that? Like I hope he says it looks good?
"Eh, a little more…."
"The word you're looking for is faggy. A little more faggy than I should."
"Nah man not, well yeah it is pretty gay. Guess it looks OK. But you're not going gay on us since you bought your girl these panties you were trying to hide."
NO LEAVE THEM IN THE PACKAGE.
"Shit dude, these are for a guy? Whatever."
Big fucking fingers all over those briefs. Like an ape like him could hold those without damaging them.
"You want these notes or not?"
"Yeah sure, thanks. I'll make copies and bring them back."
Big idiot out of my room. What the hell is going on. I swear Oscar was taller when he left than when he came in… or.
Oh my… look at that. I swear my head used to come up at least half a foot higher in this mirror. And I used to clear the top of the sink with my dick. I used to be able to pee in this sink!!! Now it's starts below the rim!! I'm shorter!! By half a foot at least. Oh my god look at me!!! What's happened?! Is this cancer? It's not like I'm a huge fucker like Oscar but I had a good build this morning. Now, I'm like, closer to how I looked just BEFORE puberty hit. My arms are WAY skinnier, my chest barely has any pecs on it. Even my nipples!! How did that happen. I had a good set of nipples this morning, now they're like pin picks on my chest. Got to get undressed, these clothes are HUGE now. Feet so small. Is my dick smaller? I think, I think it might be, no it's OK. Unless it's shrinking like the rest of me and it's hard to tell because everything is still in proportion. At least my stomach is still flat. Looks even flatter than before, so skinny now. Got that mini 6 pack going. Can't.. can't see my ass in this mirror, it's too low, but it feels bigger, rounder. If I jump? No still can't see it but I can feel it bounce. Damn!
Legs are so much skinnier now. All those years of running each and every morning and it's all gone. Fucking hair all over them. I should just get rid of it all. Wait, what? No. Yeah I should.
Why the hell and I running the water in the sink? Why the hell and I lathering up my left leg from the knee down. Feels solid still, if I'm going to be thin at least it's a toned thin, not flabby. This shouldn't take long, most of it's below my calve, if you can call them that anymore. Oh yeah, that's looking good. Cannot feel a thing when I run my hand up them against the grain now. See how quickly I can do the other. Can't believe how quick I picked this up, coming off like butter now.
NO, No!! Got to stop this!!! Shaving my legs like a freak! No come on I have to figure out what's going on here. Why is this happening? Look at this birds nest I've got going in my armpits. Shouldn't take more than a swipe or two with the razor to loose that.
"Man, I think these are notes from last week. Joe?!?! What are you doing?!?!"
"Oscar what are YOU doing!!" God my voice is so high now. Maybe it's just because I'm screaming. "Fucking knock why don't you."
"What happened to you? You looked a little off when I came by before but, shit man, if I hadn't seen you with that faggy haircut I wouldn't know it was you."
"I don't KNOW what's happening!!" Embarrassing as hell that he sees me shaving my pits but at least he recognizes that something is going on. At least I'm not going insane. "I just started turning into this after the haircut!!"
"You look like some sort of little… queer kid or something. I thought you said you weren't gay?"
"I'm NOT!! Or at least I wasn't." Don't know why I said that but it sounded truer than I could believe. This might be a nightmare, this might get me locked up once I'm done but right here, right now I've got a giant football player in my room wearing a skin tight black t-shirt and sweat pant that have been washed so many times you can see through them. And my little dick is suddenly not so little any more.
"No huh? Then what's this?" Oscar said grabbing my harding cock. With two fingers was all it took.
"Let go."
"Come on Joe…. Joey, yeah that's more like it. Don't you want to try it out? Whatever's going on something deep down must have made you want this or it wouldn't have happened. Here, try one of these." Can't believe that Oscar just pulled his shirt up, cupped his left pec in his hand and shoved his donut sized nipple at me.
"What are YOU gay now?!?!" Hope that would put him off.
"No but it's not the first time I've been 'drunk' while my 'girlfriend' was out of town."
"You're not drunk, and I saw you pawing Gloria when I came in up the steps. I'm not touching you Oscar."
"Oh no? Not going to force you, would never do that." Oscar said moving back into my dorm room. He shucked off his sweats and pulled the shirt off completely before doing a jump on my bed. Laying back, propped up by my pillows with his cock growing by the second. "Come on Joey. No one will know."
So many fucking revelations as if my head wasn't spinning enough. Finding out Oscar who I thought was a decent guy is really a prick. And after seeing him for the past two years, up and down the halls, never really noticing… just how horny he made me feel. Do football players really get this big. Covered in that deep black hair. Now I remember how cool it was always poking out from the top of his shirts.
The way the chest hair just swirled around those nipples. Yeah, I think I can take a taste. Never had to crawl up my own bed before. Making my way over his man's body. Can't see this as anything else. I'm crawling up a man to straddle him so I can suck on his nipple.
I stop just above his cock, it's harder than hell and long enough to reach up and press against my lower back. His nipple is heaven. Girl's nipples aren't like this. There's a solid feel to them, but they give at the same time. What's!! Oh man his hand just went into my ass. How'd he learn that? That's where that finger going. What a great tattoo he has on his chest. Weird Celtic design or something. That tastes good too. Since I've got my lips on his nipple then upper chest I'm going to try to move up him to..
"No way man, were not kissing."
Yeah, well I guess one of us still needs to be a man. His fingers are really going to hell on my ass. Guess you can do the same thing to an asshole that you do to a clint. Guess I learned that too late.
"Come on Joey, let's go for a ride."
Why do I know he's not talking about getting dressed and heading to Burger King? Why does that smile come across my face. No, I can't do this. I have to stop moving down him. I have to get my hand off his dick as I maneuver into place.
"Turn around. Don't think I can fuck a guy face to face, even though you're not that much of a guy any longer. Just turn around and sit down on it. I'll guide you."
What did I say about him being a prick? Maybe his girlfriend is tired of putting up being treated like shit when they fuck which is why he has to go find guys? No. That's can't be it. Who wouldn't want this body fucking him? Sitting on his dick is going to be cool but can you imagine this body hanging over you, blocking the light out with it's size, not being able to look right or left because his hands are on either side of my head.
What am I talking about!?! Not going to get fucked by this guy again!! Not going to get fucked this time and…. Why are his hands grabbing my waist!?! Oh my god. Did that light little gasp just come out of me? Is my voice that high now? I can't believe this. I can actually feel his dick getting bigger inside of me as he pulls me down on his lap. I can feel the veins crisscross as the dick enters my hole. I can feel the giant head continue to push up into my guts. I can feel heaven.
"You are so unbelievably tight Joey. God how are you taking this cock?"
Don't stop. Don't stop. Feeling…wait. My dick. It's been hard all this time but look at it!! It's getting smaller. Holy shit it's not going down and getting soft, it's getting smaller but still staying hard. It's got to be only 4 inches now. And the shocks that are coming with each pump he takes out of my ass, getting harder all the time!! It's not the dick that's getting smaller, it's me!! I'm shrinking all the more as Oscar fucks me!!!
"So….fucking….tight"
I got enemas from my Granny when I was sick as a kid that discharged less burning hot liquid into my ass than Oscar just did. And again. And again. The tears coming down my face were both from the shock of shrinking away even more and the pleasure of being taken in the ass by a master of fucking.
Then I came. Can a ball sack that small hold all that cum? Must have been left over from when I was a real man. Falling forward from exhaustion into it felt much better than I would have expected. But still not forward enough for Oscar's dick to fully pull out of me. That came after a few minutes of his breathing heavy and rubbing my ass. Which felt really good.
"Going to get cleaned up in your bathroom, little guy. Then we might be doing that again." Oscar said with a slap to the ass he had just been rubbing. His hands were so big….guess I mean my ass was so perky now that one hand could redden both cheeks.
I laid there for a while trying to gather enough strength to see where I was now physically. And thinking, that if I'm going to be queer and going to get fucked I'm going to have to get stronger or this is going to kill me. Sitting on the end of the end showed my just about all I needed to know about how much smaller I was now. My feet didn't reach the floor. I even had to do a little hop to get off the bed.
I'm guessing 5'3", maybe. If I'm 150 after a long shower it's because 20 pounds of that is water. My hands are small and delicate, fingernails just a little too long. I can see straight down from my collarbone to my dick, no muscles or hair to get in the way. And it's even flatter than that considering I can see my dick and my dick is just an inch and a half long. Just wish it wasn't going to get smaller, but I know it will. It's still sort of hard.
I fall back on the bed as a certain amount of acceptance hits me. Why I['m not running out into the hall freaking out is beyond me. Why I'm not on the phone to the doctors is a mystery. I know this is wrong but at the same time I beginning to know this is the way it's going to be.
I reach back and grab the bag full of my purchases from earlier today. There's just no doubt, is there? I pull out the teal and lime set and pull the shirt over my head. Fits like a fucking second skin, but perfect. Hugs my body, giving an illusion of definition. It's cut just low enough so there's a slight cleavage going on what's left of my chest. I stand up and pull the panties up my legs. Snags a little on the hairs that I shaved, have to watch that. Yeah, they fit even better. My ass is spectacular in the back, the seam parting my little keister perfectly. Like I have to ripe plumbs back there. My tiny little dick fits perfectly in the tiny little pouch up front. Pushed just slightly hard against the fabric so the outline is undeniable. There's a dick in there. Small but you can see the dick. Dick hair is still too long, have to cut that back later when Oscar gets out of the bathroom. Shaved so much already, why not my dick hair? It's that what guys like me do?
A bit of hair falls in front of my eyes and I see it's still that shimmering blond. Feeling my face it's changed some more too. Nose is smaller. Chin is just this point under my lips, not the square clef it was before. Lips feel a little fuller. Let me feel, no really feel… yeah there's nothing. I'm not going to have to shave this face anytime soon. It's almost 7 out and there's not even a peach fuzz 5 0'clock shadow coming in. Damn and I wanted to grow in that goatee this summer.
Maybe I can grow something. Have to get a better look at my face. What the hell has been keeping Oscar so long and why is he running the water still?
"What's going on!!!! Why can't I stop!!!"
Oscar is standing in the bathroom, still nude. He has butchered his legs trying to shave them. He is starting on his chest. He is also at least a foot and a half shorter and lost 100 pounds of muscle. His voice is screaming at me in the shrill tones I screamed at him when he burst in on me. Except I think he's getting a lisp.
"What happened?!?!" I yelled taking the razor away from him
"It just started I guess? Or I just started and I couldn't stop!!! Why is this happening?!?! Am I going to get like you?!??!"
"You already are like me Oscar. Shit look at you!?!" I took a second to take him all in before I found myself beginning to complete the shave job on his chest. Neither one of us thought of stopping me.
"But you see what I mean? It's like you started noticing a change and then you acted on it, even though you wanted to stop, but the more you acted on it the more changes happened.."
"Yes!! Oh my god look!!" Oscar said as I completed removing the fur from his upper chest. "My tats gone!!!"
"Your skin is like mine now, just smooth and pink. And I swear you've shrunk more than when I came in!!!"
We both looked in the mirror just as Oscar height went below mine by an inch. His face was just like mine, delicate and sweet. His nose was still a little on the larger size but just slightly, giving the face more character than my little upturned button one. His chin was also fairly thin but had a good shadow in it. Great, he was going to be one of those little guys you saw show looked like they had zero testosterone yet could grow a bread in one afternoon.
His massive chest was just a couple of mini pecs now, his abs survived slightly better then mine. The bitch was going to come out of this with a better body than mine, even though it was smaller.
"So you getting that queer feeling yet there Oscar? You feeling much like a man anymore? Looks like the limps on the other wrist now Mary." I had to start asking. Humiliated me so much before he fucked me. I moved my hand behind him and started playing with his ass.
"Stop it!" he whined in his little boy voice.
"Stop it." I mimicked right back. Haven't felt this immature since 6th grade.
"No really Joey stop it. We have to figure out what's going on!!! This just doesn't happen!!"
"Oh no, I thought that I had to have want it happen for me to become your fuck toy. Well you're not fucking anyone with this pea dick." I said grabbing is dick with two fingers. Shrank down from the 8 inch monster that all but split me in two less than a half hour ago to a one inch non-wonder. "I can barely even feel your balls. You sure they've dropped yet."
Guess Oscar still had some of his football player somewhere in there because the slap he gave my face hurt like someone who still made touchdowns hit me.
"JOEY!!! We have to stop this!!!"
Man, that hurt. But it worked somewhat. At least it made me think of how this might have started. Wasn't it…..
"That Barber… he said the haircut would take a while to come in, to change. And I could have a friend go with me… I thought he just meant the hair would take a while to change color… and that the friend cold come back to get their hair dyed too…"
It all started sinking in. that's where it had to have started. When I we there looking to see why… to see why a frat but guys suddenly turned into gay muscle bound black men… And now I've become this gay boy twink. And taken Oscar with me.
"Then let's go there. You know where the shop is. Let's go find out what the fuck's going on?"
'Nothing's going to fit. Let's see what we can do."
We headed into the dorm room to try to pull on enough clothes that we could leave. I tossed Oscar the sheer black underwear set that I had bought for myself that morning, It looked awesome on him. God could a guy that small be that cute? It went so well with his black hair. His ass pressing against the back. What was that?
"Hold on…" I said to Oscar and tugged down the panties. His tattoo had shifted locations. And subject. The mighty strong and proud Celtic design that adorned his heavy chest was now a detailed cartoon of Tinkerbelle on his ass. Shooting some pixie dust into his ass cheeks that I was willing to bet wound up circling his asshole.
He didn't take the description well. Tears came to those eyes and it looked natural for someone like him to start bawling. But remembering that this was a giant of a football player less than an hour ago made it so sad. I was hoping that the kiss I gave him helped. He gave it back with enough force that I have to think it did.
Even pulling the strings of his old sweat pants to the tightest fit there was no way he was ever going to be able to wear those ever again. Leg's way to short, waist way too thin. Eventually we found some old shorts of mine that he could wrap around us with belts, and some old t-shirts that, when tucked into the pants didn't look too bad. Shoes were a joke. Almost like clown shoes so big for un now.
Then we had to leave. We had to go out into reality looking like gay boys. Gay. Boys. Not gay men. Not those guys we saw at the gym or on TV and someone would say, "Hey that guy's gay" and you think, well he looks normal enough, good for his for pulling it off. We were now the guy who you looked at… who we used to look at and sneer 'queer' in the back of our minds. If not through our teeth so they could hear it. So that they'd know they were queers. And we weren't.
But we are. Were two little fags and we have to leave this room, go down the hall, down three flights of stairs just to get out of the building. Filled with people who know what we look like. And even if we get away with no one recognizing us, they'll still know right away were gay boys. AND THEN, even when we got THAT far, we had to make it into town and to this Barbershop.
That's what we had to do though. One last kiss for luck and we were out the door and heading for the stairs. A few people in the hall. Didn't make eye contact. Maybe …..maybe if we can get back to normal and if anyone asks I'll just tell them I don't know why the two small guys in bad fitting clothes were running out of my room. If I ever get a chance to explain.
These little legs of ours took twice as many steps as before to go where we wanted, and these giant shoes weren't helping. I could see the worry of Oscar's face. Like my running gave me legs that could do 5 miles without any stiffness, he was used to having a body with legs powerful enough to propel him down the field. Now he was getting winded from all the running. But we never let up till we hit the store. Thank god it was still open.
"Ah, Joey and Tink. I little later than I thought but time is really not my thing."
What the fuck? Breathing too hard to start yelling yet, but what the fuck? He knew I'd be back and bring…Tink, who the hell is…oh yeah, Tinkerbelle tat on Oscar's ass. He knew I'd be bringing Oscar and he'd have the tattoo. Why is he patting the seats of his Barber chairs like someone would pat a couch to get the dog to jump up on it.
"Hop on up guys and I'll finish you off. Just drop your pants, don't worry about the ass prints."
"What….what have you done this to us!!!?? WHY have you done this…HOW??!?!"
Is he looking shocked? Is he looking surprised that I'm asking? Why is Oscar heading for the chair and sitting down in it with his dick exposed?
"I'm sorry when you came in here this afternoon you were trying to figure out how a frat house could become queer over night. Do you not know how now?"
"Well yeah but!!!!! But this is insanity!!!"
"Should have thought of that before you started asking. Asking too many questions is not always a good thing. Not all the answers are the ones you expect. Although we'll get you fixed up so you can deal with the answers soon enough. Like your buddy here. See? Just going to clip down this bush above his dick to a more functional length and he'll be all set. I told you you could bring a buddy along, and you picked a good one."
"But… I'm suppose to enter the NFL draft next year… Scouts have already been checking me out. Offers…."
"Oh Tink let's be honest here, that's just not going to happen now is it? No. I'll tell you though, from my vantage point of the world I don't think it needs another jar-headed inbred musclebound football jock burning out after two years and spending the rest of his life wishing he's spent his years in college on something more tangible."
The Barber took out what looked like a small beard trimmer and began cutting down the wiry pubic bush above the new Oscar's new dick. As he clipped it down Oscar seemed to settle in. The confusion behind his eyes went away. He even started looking like he was enjoying it. But that's the kind of guy Tink is, bit of a goof but a sweetheart through and through.
Shit, I know his nickname is Tink. Everyone calls him that. I know we've been best buds since we got rooms side by side Freshman year. He's not a football player he's…
"You know what the world needs Tink? Nurses. I hear most surveys say that's the one job that's going to be more and more in demand over the next decade. Can't beat job security like that. And you do so much more to help people than being a Doctor. Make a deal with you though, Tink. Never like to say never. So if it so happens the world DOES need another jar-headed inbred musclebound football jock, I'll take care if it."
He was done trimming the bush and there was no more Oscar. Well, there was Oscar Valirio sitting in the chair, but not the Oscar Valirio who fucked me raw earlier today. Oscar was always this Oscar.
And now I will be Joey. No longer Joe. The clippers start to buzz down the hairs. I hadn't noticed that Tink's clothes had reshaped while he was in the chair so they fit better now. Fit perfectly. Crazy slut leaving the dorm with that sheer black shirt I bought as if it was a regular shirt. Guess I knew he'd do that. Guess I wanted him too. Looks so great on him. The clippers continue and I see myself realizing like Tink did. No more worrying about journalism school. Now I was concentration go n my teaching degree so I could find a job as a grade school teacher. That's giving back more to the community. No more worrying about getting dates pregnant. Didn't have to worry about a lot of other things since I had Tink by my side. He might be crazy but he was mine.
"All done boys" the Barber said switching off the clippers. "Thanks for letting me practice my man-scaping technique. Does it look OK with you."
"Thanks for they clip and the dye job. I LOVE being a blond!" And I did. Don't know why I waited so long. Looks so great.
"Can't see my dick to tell." Tink said all but crawling up on one of the chairs so he could get even with the mirrored wall across from the barber chairs.
"Usually it's other guys telling him THEY can't see his dick. Can't reach the mirrow Tink? Curse of the little guys strikes again. Let me see babe."
Tink and I took turns checking the clip. Looked real nice, Just long enough to show we could grow dick hair, but not much longer. That was the answer tone of our problems. Instead of whipping out our ID to prove we were old enough to get into bars, Tink one night dropped his pants to prove that we were old enough to sprout pubes, we were old enough for anything. Crazy nut. Of course with the little dicks we both had once in a while we had to prove the dick hair wasn't a fake. Like someone would make a bush toupee.
I enjoy having a little dick though. Sure I guess inches must be fun but when Tink goes down on me, like he is right now. And he can take my full dick into his mouth. Then after a few minutes opens wider and takes my balls too. How is that not heaven? How is that not talent? Getting his tongue around the small shaft. Playing with the head without bruising it. And never any teeth. Big guys seem to be almost afraid out our cocks, like they might break off if played with too roughly. They just don't know. Although Tink and I are going to keep giving guys s many chances as they want to play with our dicks as they want. God knows neither one of us is hung enough to penetrate the other.
Oh yeah, he always does that one thing with his tongue right when I'm ready to shoot. Silly little shit just can't get over how much I shoot when I cum. Always been that way. Gallons and gallons. Not like Tink. Barely making a spot on the floor. Still at least it's big enough to shoot.
Seemed like we had some plans but I can't remember them. Tink will come up with something, always does. Been that type of day I guess. So much done that it can all be forgotten as we head out for another night in boys town. The Barber sure seems to know the score. Someone doesn't smile that broadly without being clued in more than they look like they are.