Return of the Barber Part 9: Deliveries In The Rear
by Texzilla
Al rolled up the back door to his UPS truck, but it just wasn't the same. He hated making deliveries to stores along this back alley. It was sure wide enough, and clean, for a inner city alley, but there wasn't anyone here to see him. If he could park on the street to make his deliveries then when he rolled the back up, he'd have an audience of the people on the street. No one was ever back here, not even any homeless people. Well, next on the list was that craft store down the street, and the girls there loved him. Even heard that some had a nickname for him, 'Al the Sun God,' which was true.
Al had worked for UPS for about a year and knew he stood out. Didn't really matter what race they were, Black like his trainee Lewis, White like himself, Asian, Latino… all UPS men looked alike. Skinny guys, brown hair, failing at their attempts to grow a real mustache, but giving it a try. And glasses, couldn't forget the glasses. And, again, that pretty much summed up Lewis.
But that wasn't Al. Broad shoulders, thin waist, spent more time building up his pecs than any other part of his body. Sunday afternoons were spent tanning outdoors, or on the tanning bed. Let his trainees like Lewis do the driving so his ass wouldn't get too flabby. The uniform was the best part. No one knew Al took his to a tailor to be contoured to his body. Instead of hanging like a sack on his body, it showed off the incredible contrast between his shoulders down to his waist. Had them take in the short sleeves just a little too much, made the biceps pop more than they should. And with his short blond hair and a smile he actually practiced in the mirror. No shit he was the Sun God.
"Which door way is it?" Lewis said joining him in the back. "I don't see this number."
"The numbers tend to jump around a little back here. And not all the doors are numbered. Tell you what, you start down there and I'll try over here." Al said looking up and down the alley for any sign of the store they had a delivery for.
Lewis walked down the alley some in the opposite direction of Al. Kind of glad to get away form the guy for a bit. Trying hard to learn the new job. Al was quick with the corrections, and quicker with stories about how great it was… to be Al. The small box said 'Sunnydaze Ice Cream,' and he seemed to remember there being an old fashioned ice cream parlor down a bit.
Down the row Lewis heard a door open up. He saw that after a brief conversation Al went into, what he guessed, was the ice cream store. Fine, he found the place, he'll flirt with the employee for a bit and be back. Lewis could catch up on a little paperwork. Sitting on the back of the truck was better than in the cab at this time of day. Even with their summer uniforms, including the longish shorts, it was still hot. And they still had a lot of deliveries to make in this heat. And Al was taking his own sweet time. After a few more minutes Lewis decided to go get the guy, hoping he wouldn't find the dumb ass blond eating an ice cream cone, on the house, which Lewis was baking in the sun.
"Afternoon," a man dressed in the obvious uniform of a Barber said opening the door Lewis knocked on. Definitely not an ice cream shop.
"I'm sorry, I thought my partner came in this way. I was looking for the ice cream store?"
"Two doors down, but they don't have a back entrance. Your partner went through my shop and out the front to deliver. My, it is hot out there today. Why don't you come in and wait for him. He'll have to come back this way to get to the alley."
"Normally I wouldn't want to bother but, if you wouldn't mind. It is getting hot out there."
"Of course, of course come in. As a matter of fact, would you like a trim while you wait?" the Barber said showing Lewis to one of his barber chairs instead of the waiting area.
"No that's all right. He should be back soon," Lewis said sitting down and going over his clipboard.
"That's a shame. I see so many young black men in my shop these days who want nothing more to do with their hair and go bald. It's a fine style, but it's nice to see some gentlemen keep their hair."
"Yea, that's just not a style I think I would look good with. Head's kind of… I don't know funny shaped I guess. I don't let is get too long but not going for a shave," Lewis said kind of absentmindedly as he worked.
"That's a shame. See I think it would look good." The Barber said taking several stands of Lewis's hair and pulling them towards himself. As the hair lengthened it was joined by other hairs, matting around the original few till a long dread thicker than Lewis's thumb now grew out of his head.
Lewis continued with his paperwork but gave a quick glance in the mirror when the thick rope of hair fell against his neck. He gave it a quick glance but then all but dropped his clipboard when he saw it and realized what it was.
"What the fuck. What is that?!" he said reaching up and grabbing it, giving it a tug in hopes of pulling it off him, but finding it was attached literally by the roots. "OUCH!! I can't… do that again!"
The Barber shrugged and pulled another length of dread out of Lewis's head. He let it fall next to the first one. While the dreads were at the back of his head, they were long enough to reach Lewis's collarbone just above his chest. Seeing that Lewis was in complete thrall of the events, the Barber continued. Continuing at the back the Barber kept pulling long pitch black dreads out of the back of Lewis's head. He didn't flip them to the front so their real length, down to Lewis's mid back, became evident. It was at the end of the first row that the changes to Lewis kicked in.
Had he still had enough cognitive mind working Lewis might have thought he was blowing up. His lanky legs and thin arms blew up with pounds of muscles he would never have gotten lifting packages all day long. Not perfectly tones and precise muscles, but big hard bearlike muscles. His chest and stomach were next, and were spectacular. His chest pumped out and then sagged a little from all the weight. Pillows weren't the right word for his pecs, unless the pillows were full of concrete. His stomach grew in an 8 pack, with each being the size of a brick, but then it pushed out. Guys along the route always said it was a 'roid gut, but he wasn't doing any 'roids. This was all man made, emphasis on the 'man.'
Lewis was able to see all this now since his clothes had changed. Gone were the new, since he was still a trainee, UPS outfit he came in with. The shorts were still shorts, but larger, baggier and a lot shorter. The shirt was no longer a perfectly pressed brown UPS shirt, but a lumberjack's plaid with the sleeves cut off. Well, ripped off. It was completely opened, showing the giant chest and the hard belly for all they were worth. If Lewis had ever been able to button the shirt, it was long ago before these lived in muscles came in. IF he was ever able to button it.
The Barber was getting near the top of Lewis's head, even though the hairline had moved back an inch or so and no longer had a widow's peak. Just a straight line from one ear to the other. The dreads kept coming out, a little thinner near the top, in width, but the mass was still there. The changes were growing up Lewis's body till his bull neck was now perfectly able to help support the forest of hair coming from his head. Lewis gave a content smile to his reflection in the mirror. It was then, knowing it had changed, but not knowing at the same time, that Lewis put the cigar that had once been his pen in his mouth and started puffing.
With the puffs other changes took place. Lewis had been fairly light skinned for a black man, but that was no longer going to be the case. From an average brown to a healthy black, his skin darkened. He noticed even parked patches on the back of his now huge hands. Also noticed that his left arm was darker than the right. Must have been all those hours in the drivers seat. His forehead grew out some, then a little more. His brown eyes staying brown but more intense set under the deep brow with much darker skin. His nose got a little bigger and flatter, the lips a lot fuller. Lewis pulled the cigar out of his mouth to see…well it wasn't a double chin but, there was more there than before.
A great massive hand with thick fingers reached up and started playing with one of his ebony colored nipples. Due to the increase in his chest they were now bigger than half dollars. The roughness of his fingertips making the tips hard just by the touch.
It was just as Lewis's other hand was trying to slip into the front of his pants to feel up his new cock when Al walked back into the shop, licking the last parts of an ice cream cone.
Lewis took a deep drag on his cigar and blew the smoke at Al. The heavy cloud engulfing the blonde UPS man so quickly and deeply that Al started coughing so hard that, within a second he thought he might pass out.
"What the – cough – cough – cough…" was all Al was able to get out.
"Took you long enough to get back," Lewis said pushing himself out of the chair. It wasn't easy to move his new bulk as it was before. Legs were so thick the thighs pressed up against each other making it hard to keep his legs together. And his arms didn't exactly fall to his side but hang close to them. His hardening cock was hard to miss. Except for Al, who was still coughing and trying to see straight.
"Get back… what the fuck are you talking about?" Al said as he got into one of the chairs in hopes of catching his breath so he could figure out what was going on.
"Your partner was waiting for you, so I we did a little something with his hair," the Barber said settling Al back into the chair.
"That's not…. that's not my fucking partner? That's not Lewis. Did he tell you he was my partner?" Al said focusing on the huge bull of a black man who was staring at himself in the mirror and still smoking that damned smelly cigar. The black man took some of the incredible about of dreads and moved some to the front, and left some in the back. It now looked like he had a lion's mane of black thick rope like dreadlocks framing his face. Even with the cigar in his mouth, the smile was evident.
"Yes, he came to the back door looking for you. And while he was waiting I just pulled on some of his hair to see how it would look longer. Like this…" the Barber said taking some of Al's hair and pulling like he did Lewis's.
The stands came out even longer but did not twist together into a dreadlock. Just golden curly hair with a slight reddish tint to it. Pulling and pulling the hair from the back of Al's head, letting it grow out and get thick.
It was a little easier to 'fix' Al's hair than it was Lewis's, since all that was needed was to pull out the 'correct' length, not have to allow it to mat into a dread. So the changes were quicker on Al. Which was good since the shocked look on his face was not going anywhere.
Al's muscles grew in even more than they had been already, but lost all their tone and definition. Like Lewis he was turning into a major bear of a man. The same thick legs and even bigger arms. Chest might have been smaller but it was hard to tell. Lewis's remained hair free and perfectly smooth, but Al's broke out in a thick covering of chest hair. That soon spread down his body till even his lower calves were covered. It was a little darker than the blonde on his hair, but there was no question that the carpet matched the ceiling. Even if he wanted to continue shaving his body, the time needed would make it a useless venture. Or his face, which is why the thick beard and mustache that grew in, and kept growing looked so right to Al now. Even the slight orange/brown stains around the mouth where Al usually kept the cigars smoking looked right.
As the Barber got to the top of Al's head, the hair still flowing out of him, down as far as Lewis's dreads, slight streaks of white started coming out. Nothing major but still, they were obviously streaks of white in with the blonde. Al's beard also started getting a little on the grey/white side. Patched now grew in on just either side of his chin and his mustache was more white than blonde. Age set in on Al's face, a few wrinkles here and there, a round the eyes which were a bright green. A few more creases across his brow. But while Al was much older now, he didn't really look his new older age. New drivers license said 50's, he looked like a rode hard 40's…. he had been in his 20's.
"I don't want to be old…..don't want to be fat…" Al mumbled in a deeper raspy voice caused from years of cigar smoking.
"I keep telling you, you're not fat, you're just….a man. My man," the black man said turning to face his new partner. Another long toke on the cigar, and a blow of smoke that covered the blond giant in the chair. This time instead of coughing up a lung, he breathed in deep, to take all the aroma in. He was enjoying the smell of the cigar as much as his own scent.
The blond opened his eyes, a smirk coming to his face with a wicked grin. "You steal one of my cigars?"
"No, stole two," the black man said tossing his partner a Cuban.
"Too right."
The blonde beast fired up the cigar and checked himself out in the mirror again. The guy was going a great job in getting his rat's nest of blonde hair together. A little tighter, a little neater. And the guy might get a nice tip if he didn't ask if the grey should be rinsed out. Earned each and every stand and was proud of them. He had to be careful sitting as he was. With his shirt unbuttoned and his chest exposed, any ash from the cigar was going to burn a whole in his chest hair if it flicked off.
"You know the payment for taking a cigar, Mighty Joe," the blonde said pushing himself out of the chair with as much of a grunt as his partner did.
"Kong, my man, always a price I'm happy to pay," the black man said giving a flip to the button at the top of his shorts and letting them hit the ground. His long black cock released from the denim harness springing out.
"Too right," the blond man named Kong to all his friends said also dropping his shorts.
As big as Joe's black cock was, his partner Kong's was longer and thicker. Out of a dense bush of darker blond hair the 10 inch thick dick hung low and heavy. His balls, while huge, all but invisible behind the swirling mass of hairs covering his sack. But Kong wasn't planning on taking payment with his cock. He wanted payment up his ass.
"Never thought I'd know a man who loved to get fucked so much he'd use it as punishment for silly shit like taking a cigar," Joe said stocking his dark meat so it would be long and hard enough to do the job.
"Not punishment, just payback. And this is how I like to get paid," Kong said bending over and spreading his ass checks in preparation.
"And how you stay so tight is just as confusing. Have to slick you up some there, Slick," Joe said lowering his head till it was a couple of inches from Kong's butt hole. Taking the cigar out of his mouth he spit a wad of smoke flavored spit just above Kong ass. Then hawked up another that hit the target. His tongue went in and played with the hole for a bit. Letting the liquid mix in with the hairs, his tongue slipping into the hole just enough so the opening gave a bit to allow entry. That's when Joe always knows Kong was ready. "Liquor companies should find a way to bottle that taste. Sell a million bottles."
Might Joe took a few more pumps of his dick and began to press in. The deep black head getting caught up in the hairs for a moment before disappearing. Kong let out a brief gasp since taking it in the ass always caused a few hairs to be yanked out. But it was one of those hurts but feels good type feelings.
Joe loved fucking Kong anyway. The way his ass would clench up with each push, then let go right before he pulled back. The grunts Kong made when he was close to cumming. It's not that Kong needed something up his ass 24/7, he could always get a dildo or something for that. He just loved the feeling of another human being inside of him, taking him, being in control but not in control at the same time. Both men were fairly versatile but, why vary from something they both loved to do this much. Giant fucking brutes of muscles bears but at the same time, born for each other. Even though the 'birth' was just minutes before.
Kong shot enough to drench his legs and boots with a coating of cum, while Joe shot into Kong enough to make Kong one very happy fucked guy.
"I take something back though Kong," Joe said pulling his shorts up.
"Your ass is getting a little fat."
"We both know a diet ain't going to be happening so, deal with it," Kong said with a smile.
"Oh, I'll be dealing with it." Joe said grabbing one of Kong's huge ass cheeks through the denim shorts. A dribble of cum came out of the shorts and dripped down his legs. "You want to get cleaned up before we continue our deliveries?"
'Hell no. Lived too long to give a shit what anyone thinks. And if they figure it all out, more fucking power to them," Kong said with a laugh and a high five slap to his partner.
"While I don't have a need for a shipping company, I'll remember to recommend you gentlemen to any of my customers who might," the Barber said whipping the seat of any left over cum.
"Thanks. We're usually in the area twice a week or so. Number's on the trailer. We still got a big order for some gym down the street. Trucks full of heavy work out machines and shit. Stuff we could get into," Kong said looking for an ashtray and, not finding one, tosses his smoked down cigar into the sink.
"Really. The gym down the street?" the Barber asked as he walked them to the back door. "You wouldn't happen to be looking to expand your line would you? Take on new drivers?"
"Hell yeah., but we need the right type, if you know what I mean." Kong said smiling at Joe, then giving him a kiss.
"Excellent. When you're at the gym, ask if Jackson is working out today. He should be. A regular of mine, so to speak. He's looking for a job and loves seeing the country. Driving a truck across it sounds perfect for him."
"Well, we'll check the dude out, thanks. Thanks for everything."
The two men walked back to the semi parked in the alley. The black man's mane of hair swaying slightly with each step, and the blond man's mane doing the same. On the side was the name "Pride Trucking" with a logo that included a black and blonde lion. It as taking up most of the room but still had enough that it could maneuver. Joe opened the door to the cab and started to get in. As he swung himself up Kong reached up, and quickly stuck a finger up Joe's shorts, directly into his asshole.
"Fucking asshole," Joe shot back. "You know the difference between you and a real gorilla?"
"A real gorilla wouldn't put up with your fucking snoring?" Kong relied as he got into the truck. The howls of laughter from the two men could be head even after the truck's engine was started and the semi headed towards its next delivery.