Return of the Barber Part 12: Doorway To Temptation
by Texzilla
The Barber was glad that the way his shop was 'set up' that all cell phones cut out the second someone walked through the door. Saved him the trouble of yanking them out of people's hands and throwing them into traffic.
"Pennel!! Pennel" the older man, late 50 but in good shape, said storming into the shop, yelling into his cell phone and slamming it shut. "Can you hear me now my ass. HEY, this isn't a gym!"
"You know the punch line would be that someone as observant as yourself must be involved in sports somehow. Such as, you're one of the coaches from the college."
"I AM one of the coaches from the college."
"Oh my heavens. Then I'll talk slower. This IS NOT a gym. It IS a barber shop. And you could use a trim." The Barber said motioning to an empty chair.
"Don't have time. Need to get to this so called gym so many of my guys have been falling in love with. Not the type of place that I want MY team or ANY student on campus going to." The Coach said repeatedly trying to get his cell phone to work again.
"That's odd. It sounds like you don't like the place while at the same, if you're confused enough to think this was the gym at first, I get the impression you've never been there."
"Pennel it's me Barnes!! Can you hear me?!?" Coach Barnes yelled into his cell phone before flipping it closed again and shoving it in his pocket. "Don't need to go there to know what kind of fag hangout joint it is. They're all the same. Big chains down to the independents, nothing but cruising stations for horny fags. My boys can work out at the school, we pay plenty for equipment and I can keep an eye on them."
The Barber raised an eyebrow at that comment. "Yes, why should others be watching your 'boys' when you can do such a good job on your own. Still, I get a lot of athletes from the college in here, and I would be honored to at least give you a trim."
'Yeah whatever." Coach Barnes said finding himself moving to one of the chairs and settling in. As much as he kept thinking he didn't have time for this, he also didn't really have any other plans than to hit that gym, stink up the place then head back to campus to lay down the law. His guys were not going to be working out in places like that, anyone caught with a membership would be suspended, anyone doing any queer stuff would be thrown out of school. Diversity council workshops or not.
"You wouldn't happen to know about some guy on guy strip club around here. Words gotten back that some of the players are heading there night after night." Barnes asked as he was lowered back to rest his head in the sink.
"I don't have the occasion to get out that often, so I couldn't tell you. You do seem quite concerned about this. Would it be so bad if some of your players were working out at this gym for reasons more than remaining in play worthy condition? I would assume that most have parents at home who would.."
"While they're at the school I'M THEY'RE PARENT. It's up to me to make sure they don't wander into situations they won't be able to control. I KNOW places like this, seen them before. One of my guys walks in there those queers will be sizing him up like a side of beef and all but scratching each other's eyes out to get to them first. NOT going to happen."
The Barber continued to stare down at Coach Barnes as he messaged the shampoo into the older man's hair. The coach was in fair condition for a man getting close to the later side of his 50's. A barrel chest and big arms, but with some of the muscles going to mayo consistency. Tuffs of grey hair coming out the top of his polo shirt, that had seen better days. He shouldn't wear the longish shorts that were so often associated with sports coaches. It just showed how little he was working his legs these days. Or for the last decade really.
"All done." The barber said removing the towel from the Coach's head.
"Don't see any difference."
"No? Oh, well you have so much on your mind. Thinking about the safety of our boys. What the people in these places would do to a young man. What type of men would do these things. Hardly men at all, wouldn't you say?" The Barber softly asked Barnes as the coach sat listening. "I'm sure once you walk in the door you'll know just what the score is."
"Yeah right. Right! Yeah. Hey thanks. Glad you understand." Barnes said heading for the door.
"I understand perfectly." the Barber said, but Barnes was already out the door.
Coach Barnes was more determined than ever to find this place and do his best to get his guys out of there. Making his way up the street Barnes finally saw the gym he had been going for. It's chrome signs, it's big glass window. Lots of people seemed to be slowing down as they passed.
Taking a look in the window himself he could see why. Had to be a queer place. SO many young guys working out. So many of his players dressed like fools. This front window wasn't like looking into a fish bowl, it was like looking into a fruit bowl. Was that Charlie his quarterback? And who was that Italian fuck watching him? This was exactly what he thought was going on. Barnes turned on his heels and stormed into the gym. But then he froze. His head stopped spinning. His eyes came back into focus. His breath slowed back to normal. And he was looking at everything from a foot lower than where he usually did.
"You OK kid?" someone said to him. Tall guy, maybe worked there, bad scars on his arms and near his face.
"Yeah." Barnes said in a voice several octaves higher than it had been before. Not his voice. Sounded like a kid. "You know someone who works here, need to…" Damn that couldn't be his voice.
"I work here. You don't get these Muscle Dawgs Certified Trainer t-shirts otherwise. I'm Kelly, but folks around here call me Sarge. What can I do you for?"
"Want to….my guys" Barnes head started swimming again, and he couldn't get over that voice. He put a hand on his forehead to see if he had a fever maybe, but when he saw his arm he almost freaked. Thin, hairless, long, light brown. That couldn't have been his. Barnes held both arms out and saw they matched. Thin arms of a kid.
"Your guys?"
"My guys shouldn't be training here. Want them all out…" Barnes mumbled thinking that if he continued, maybe it was all come back together.
"What guys are you talking about?" Sarge asked becoming a little concerned about this kid, hoped this wasn't some gang shit coming down.
"My guys from the college. I'm their Coach and what I say goes and I say…. Can I use your bathroom?"
"You've a coach from the college? You don't look old enough to even go to the college. The men's room's back here, I'll show you." Sarge said taking Barnes by the shoulder and beginning to lead him to the restrooms.
Seeing the Men's Room sign Barnes broke away and ran for the door. There was only one guy in the place when he was heading in, and that guy was leaving. So he had the whole place to himself when he looked in the mirror. And saw the 18 year old Black/Hispanic rail thin kid staring back in complete shock. His face was all wrong. Bigger nose, fuller lips, big brown eyes like a cow. Slight remnants of a peach fuzz mustache over the full lips. Skin was a light cocoa color. Not too dark, but more than could be passed off as a healthy tan. Short too, like 5'1", maybe only 5 feet tall!! Instead of his Coach's polo shirt and shorts he had on a thin white wife beater tee, and jeans hanging so low he could see most of his boxers…well this kid's boxers showing. Like some damn fool saggin' idiot. What was up with his eye brow, there were like lines shaved into it. But as Barnes got closer to the mirror to see that's when he noticed his hair was super short, with circles and patterns shaved into it. But that Barber barely even touched his hair. And this wasn't his head or hair anyway!!!!
Barnes started hearing someone come into the restroom so he bolted into a stall and locked the door. A few seconds later he saw someone's feet walk up and down the room. Then came the knock on the door.
"Hey kid you in there? You OK?" it was that Sarge guy, the trainer, must have followed him.
'Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that." Barnes said in that voice he just couldn't get used too. Something odd about it. "Think the heat just got to me. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be OK."
There was a long pause from the other side of the door. "Well, OK. Maybe you should take it easy out there if the heat's getting to you. Here's your bag, you dropped it on your run in here." Sarge pushed a beat up old gym bag under the door. Barnes stared at it like the guy had just pushed a roll of dynamite hooked up to a ticking clock at him.
After another brief pause the feet at the bottom of the stall moved off. Barnes took a deep breath and leaned back, hitting the cold pipe attached to the wall. After a second or two he remember his wallet and dug it out. Holy crap it was attached to his pants by some fucking silver chain. Julio Johnson age 18!! He didn't even have a real driver's license just a learner's permit!! And he DID have a membership card to this fucking gym. Had to get out of here.
Barnes stood up, grabbed the gym bag then let it drop again. Worst time in the world to need to take a piss. But he'd just do that and run. Barnes fumbled with his pans for a bit, not having any idea how he got the stupid things to stay up. He reached his thin long fingers into his boxers and pulled out an equally thin but considerable longer and darker dick than he knew he should have. Barnes was getting over the foreskin that now hung off the end when the need to pee made him aim the dark brown snake he was transfixed on towards the bowl. As the urine came out a feeling of relaxation took over Barnes' body. His mind was still going into overdrive because of what was happening, but his body was relaxing. By the time he was done emptying his bladder Barnes had to admit he hadn't felt like that since he was….well since he was an 18 year old kid. Just never was THIS 18 year old kid. But it was time to leave.
Barnes flushed, stuffed his slightly hardening dick back I his pants, grabbed the gym bag again and checked the restroom. It was clear. All he had to do was get out, make a straight line to the exit and figure out what the fuck he was going to do next. Didn't even wash his hands, too much shit going on to be sanitary.
Barnes left the restroom and walked as quickly as he could, back to the locker room. Tried to stop himself but the body seemed to have it's own plan. Barnes found that he made his way to the back, to a locker that somehow looked familiar, but couldn't have been. He even started going through the numbers to unlock it, numbers he shouldn't have known, when he heard someone walk up behind him.
"I thought I saw you come in. We've got to make this quick." It was fucking Charlie Devnick his fucking quarterback who fucking knew who he was. "Gino's hitting up on a guy trying to hire him for the club. Don't got long. So fucking need this." Charlie said as he continued to get closer, towering over Barnes. A hand scooped into the quarterback's work out shorts and a thick pink cock flipped out.
Charlie grabbed the back of Barnes' new smaller hair designed head and drew it towards his hard cock. Barnes' mind was screaming in fear but Julio's mouth was wrapping his lips around the dick. The mouth knew just where to use his tongue. Where to run it around. Where to get the best taste. How to caress the shaft so the blood would be cut off briefly, but letting it flow quick enough so that the dick got harder. Julio's mouth also knew how to go slightly slack jawed when Charlie started pumping his hips, driving the cock further in the mouth and down his throat. Barnes wanted to push away but when he raised his arms to do that, they instead reached in back and grabbed Charlie's ass, pulling him forward so the cock would go even further into him. Barnes felt the rock hard, incredibly muscled ass of his player that, up till now, his only contact with was to give a supportive slap once in a while. Just an instant contact, that was all. That was normal. Not what this kid, not what HE was doing. And no one had ever rubbed his hands over his head like Charlie was doing right now. The short buzzed hair giving this incredible feeling as the rough hand moved around it. The etched patterns making the feelings come and go, like someone turning on and off a light quickly. It was in this odd ecstasy feeling that Barnes was in when Charlie shot his load down his throat. It was the first time in the experience that Barnes allowed to think of it as 'his' throat. It wasn't because of style or experienced that caused so much of the cum to leak out and how his chest, it was because of the amount.
Charlie eventually stopped grunting and stopped shooting thick white liquid into the teen mouth and pulled out. "Shit. Haven't had anyone on my cock for two weeks. Everyone just wants this ass. But you know how that is." Charlie said with a wink as he got himself together. He took a quick peek around the corner of the lockers. "Don't have anything for you this time, sorry. Just lost another $500 to Gino. Next time, Julio."
And with that the huge football player was off. Leaving Barnes' mind in shock and leaving Julio's body licking cum off his lips. Julio got up for the bench he was on, Barnes thinking they might be leaving, but the teen bent over and continued doing the combination on the lock.
"Just the way I like you, Shorty." He heard from behind him. "Bent over and waiting."
Suddenly big hands, bigger than Charlie's were around his waist. His pants and boxers were pulled down. Barnes sudden thoughts that he was exposed stopped the instant that he realized that he was going to get fucked. Instantly and without any warning he felt a something push against his asshole. He wasn't sure what it was at first but, in this place, in that position, what else could it be. Julio certainly knew what it was, because the body just as suddenly pushed back. While Barnes' mind was inside for the ride, and Julio was driving their body, the groan that came out of the mouth of the teen was basically from both of them. And while Barnes had also convinced himself that while Julio was nothing more than an outer shell, the wave of passion and pleasure that came over him was distinctly coming from more than just the kid. Julio was loving having his ass fucked and was making sure Barnes knew how much he was loving it. Who ever this was, he had a big cock even my Julio's standards. Barnes getting the idea that Julio had enough experience to be able to judge well. Then Barnes realized, he couldn't even see who was fucking him, his face was against the locker, couldn't even turn it around. Wasn't even sure Julio knew. But from how big the kid's dick was getting, how deep he was breathing, how big the smile was getting on his face, how far his eyes were rolling into his head, it didn't really matter. Getting fucked was the world right now.
Barnes felt a twinge go from the back of his balls to his filled asshole, not like he had felt in years. The flood of cum that came out of the dick that was part of the body he was trapped in unloaded all over the bench he was straddling while getting fuck. At the same time who ever was fucking him shot off deep within him. Barnes had never felt anything like that before. If it wasn't for the remaining cum on his lips from the blow job he gave, he would have sworn this new cum made it all the way up into his mouth.
"Take a little frosting before I go." He heard from behind him. Barnes looked down between Julio's thin legs to see two huge black fingers run along the bench, picking up some of his spent cum. Barnes was able to turn around quick enough to see a huge black man from behind. Naked except for the worn white jockstrap outlining his perfect ass. Briefly saw his face as he turned the corner, the shaved head barely in view. Barnes didn't recognize the guy's face. But then he wasn't used to seeing giant black guys lick cum off their fingers.
Barnes was sure that now was going to be the time to leave, that this was too much even for this kid. Didn't happen. Instead Julio opened his locker, shucked his clothes off and suited up for the gym. Felt so strange to Barnes as he put on this kid's clothing. So small and thin. Nothing too him. Barely any body hair. Not sure if the kid just wasn't the type to grow any or if he just wasn't old enough to HAVE grown any. Except for this wiry batch above his cock. Just straight down from shoulder blades to his legs. Chest was nothing, abs were nothing. Only thing sticking out were his nipples, and those were nothing more than pin pricks. The jock was well worn and, due to the size of his cock, sagged some in front from the weight. The straps tugged at his ass, making them feel even perkier than before. The rest of the outfit was cheap and fit him like a tent. Might even have been second hand for Julio. God knows how he supported himself.
Out on the gym floor at least Barnes felt in control enough of the body that, if he HAD to work out, could work the body out right. He stuck to the free weights. Thought that arms would be a good work out. Maybe that's all he needed to do. Just work out, get it over with and then leave. Once he was out of the place, maybe he could convince this body to go to his car. As he worked out Barnes made sure that Julio didn't make eye contact with anyone else. Fucking teen whore like this kid that night be all he needed to have his butt fucked again.
When Barnes thought that something interesting happened. It didn't seem like such a bad thing. Sure, it was fucking insane, fucking sick, not to forget a literal god damn sin. But there was this urge that hit him. Maybe he should make some more eye contact before he left. If he could break this he might not ever get another chance.
Eye contact was made, but not directly. Trying to snap his thoughts back to normal Barnes looked through Julio's eyes and into the mirrors that lined the walls. How long had that been going on? Guys in back of him, checking him out as he worked. There was like some messages being sent that he wasn't totally sure about. How many guys knew Julio as only a guy who came to the gym to fuck around?
"Hey Julio, looking good today." The large Italian he had seen working out with Charlie said coming over to him. "Keep workin', you'll get those arms up to a real man size one day." He took a moment to laugh way too hard at his own lame joke. Gino leaned over and whispered a little too loud in Julio's ear. "Charlie says you're giving it away for free today. Type of price I like. Back alley. Now."
Barnes continued to work out his arms but sort of froze at the same time. He knew this was something he couldn't say 'no' to. It was just freaking him out that it was becoming something he didn't want to say 'no' to also. He watched Gino move nonchalantly through the gym and out a back exit. Probably not one that should be used by clients but, he used it, and Barnes knew that's where he had to follow. He waited a couple more seconds, put the weight down and followed.
Barnes was trying to prepare himself for what was coming, outdoors, in the afternoon heat when he went through the back door, out of the gym. And turned back instantly into himself.
He stood there for a second trying to take it all in. His arms, they were his real arms. He put his hands to his face and felt his face. Even his clothes. He wasn't stuck in Julio's soiled gym clothes, he was dressed like he was when he went in the gym. Before the door closed Barnes grabbed it and jumped back into the gym. And back into Julio. Then back into the alley, out of the gym and into himself. That had to be it. Only when he was in the gym.
"Hey, can I help you?" he heard someone say. Looking over it was Gino, the guy Julio was suppose have hook up with.
"Don't need no help from you faggot." Barnes sneered, knowing he was free of what ever had just happened.
"Very nice. Hey, I know that outfit. You're form the college, ain't ya? Betting one of the coaches. Seen you guys were your little outfits at games."
"Yeah, I'm coach Barnes." He said proudly, knowing more now that that meant.
"Barnes. Should have known. Adds up. Heard a lot about you from my boys. Half think you're an idiot. The others got such a Daddy fetish going for you they can't hardly keep it in their pants when you yell at them." Gino said taking the cigarette out of his mouth and rubbing it out with his foot.
"You saying you know some of my boys?" the Coach asked trying to size the guy up.
"You could say I 'know' them. I like to think of them as my boys but, we can share. Considering there's only one thing you can be looking for out here, an afternoon hummer from a certain blatino fuck toy, maybe OUR BOYS with a crush on daddy coach stand a chance after all."
"Stay away from my boys… my students or so help me…"
"Sure thing COACH." Gino said as sarcastically as he could. "Loud and clear."
As he walked out of the alley Coach Barnes was sure that he could still hear that Italian idiot laughing at him, long after the back door to the gym closed. Cause if it wasn't his laughter, whose else could it have been.
Hours later in his office the Coach was still trying to get over the experience in the gym. He didn't go to anyone. Who could he tell and not sound crazy? As the hot day changed into a hot night, and he worked his way to starting a second six pack, Barnes wasn't even sure it had happened. How could something like that happen?
How cold he have allowed Charlie Devnick to stick his dick in his mouth and make him give him a blow job? He had coached the boy for two years now. What did that guy in the alley say, a daddy fetish. Well he certainly thought of Charlie as all but like a son that's for sure. Just never thought of Charlie like he was in the locker room. His muscles looked incredible, all pumped up. And that smell. The locker room was constantly filled with sweaty young men but the smell coming off of Charlie was never like that. Never that all but intoxicating aroma.
Then getting fucked like some chick. He didn't even fuck his ex-wife that hard. Maybe she wouldn't be an ex-wife if he had, Barnes thought to himself. Knowing Joan she would have enjoyed getting anonymous fucking form some black stud in a men's locker room. Then again, anonymous had its place. No one had to know. No would could have known it was him.
No, no, he had to get over this. Get that out of his head. What he needed, yeah, what he needed was a trip down to a real gym. The one the school had. The one where all the guys were going to HAVE to work out come Monday morning or they'd be out. Going to have a big gym membership card burning party to make sure of it. Barnes grabbed his half open beer and the remaining 4 cans and headed down to the school workout room. Had to make sure it was in good order now that it was going to be used more. As he neared the doors Barnes could hear the sound of weights being movies around and guys talking. Perfect. Let some of the guys know what the new rules are, they could let the rest of the team know over the weekend, so Monday wouldn't be a shock. Just as he entered the room Barnes remembered the remains of the 6 pack he was carrying. Not the best idea to be seen drinking in front of the guy but…shit, they were adults. They were all guys. Maybe if they were men enough he'd share tonight.
The look of shock of the three football players faces wasn't because their coach had just walked in the room with a few beers. It was because a thin black/Latino teen walked in the room with a few beers.
"Holy shit kid get out of here." One of the players said after they started getting over the image. "What the fuck you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Julio thought to himself for a moment. "I think I'm trying to get fucked? Want a beer?"
Barnes wasn't even sure what was going on. He thought he was more in control but what he was saying, what he wanted to say, was this queer come on. And he knew now. He knew that it was when he walked in a gym that this happened. Why didn't he want to turn around?
"You want to get the fuck out of here before Coach Barnes sees you. Don't know what frat you're trying to get in but pledge time is over with. They're just fucking with you."
"No, got that wrong. First, Barnes ain't showing his ugly face in this place tonight. Second, you're going to be doing the fucking." Julio said pulling a beer out of the plastic ring and tossing it to one of the guys. It was Thad Majors. Barnes knew Thad well. Been watching the kid all year. Now he was watching the huge bulge in his shorts, and the seat stains that covered it.
Thad caught it, still sitting on the weight machine looking at the teen. He pulled the tab and chugged the beer down in several swallows.
"Wait a minute. I seen you around. Hanging out after the games… no the GYM?" He said snapping his fingers. "Your that kid with all the talent I keep hearing about."
"Yeah… Mario… ?" the tall muscular player with a short blonde crew cut asked. "No… Julio!!" he said with a smile coming to his face. It was Jake Schulenburg. Big German kid. If Barnes remembered right he had a thick pink cock that shot up in the shower after every game. He was beginning to be glad he had noticed those things.
"Winner gets a beer." Julio said pulling another beer off and tossing it to the guy. "Want to try for yours?" he asked the third player, another big black guy, Andy…something. No time for names now. Fucking bull of a tackle and bigger than the other two.
"What do I got to do for mine?" Andy said with a deep rumble of a voice.
"You figure out what we're going to do with Blondie here. Cause I only got two holes to work with. So while I'm sucking off Thad, and you're fucking me….we've got to do SOMETHING with Blondie. Come up with it while we head to the showers."
"Why go to the showers?" one of them asked.
"Cause we're going to need to get cleaned up." Julio said shaking the last beer and popping the top so it sprayed all over them. He was laughing like a child when the three men joined him in the shower. Barnes only had milliseconds to think that he might have changed back since this wasn't technically part of the gym, but it being part of the same room seemed good enough to keep it going. "I'd say, please , please do be mean….but I'd just be fucking with you. Which is why were here anyway."
The smell of beer, sweat and mildew was almost too much for Barnes. He just let the body go. Let them use his anyway they wanted. Wasn't a case of him not even thinking of what they were doing. He was making sure he took it all in. The power of these incredible athletes all aimed at him. Andy gave him the roughest fuck that Julio ever had. It was the fuck Julio had been living for. It was the fuck Barnes would measure all future fucks against. He loved how the guys towered over him. Couldn't believe that he had never noticed how incredible it was to be in a room with so much male. The feel of smallness, of being dominated by these guys was new to him, but what he had been looking for so for very long. Andy was no where near climaxing when Thad pulled Julio's mouth on his cock. Tasted even ranker than Charlie's did that afternoon. So much sweeter too. Having his ass fucked and his mouth filled at the same time. Didn't think it could get better till Jake started running his hands all over Julio. Those giant hands that found their way to his cock. Barnes never thought that having another man's hand on his dick could feel so much better than just his own. And considering it was Julio's long young fresh dick, all the better. As Thad's wiry pubic bush kept hitting his face Julio noticed how even smaller he felt. Big guys at the front and back and this other giant guy hovering around in the middle. So overwhelmingly covered by all this muscle.
Jake shot off suddenly and hit Julio in the side of the face with his cum. It was only seconds longer that Thad shot in his mouth. Unlike with Charlie, Julio was able to swallow it all without letting a drop go. Andy was a fucking machine though. It was another 10 minutes of ass pounding pleasure before he shot his load. Julio was barely able to stay conscious when it happened. They let him have a ten minute breather before they all traded places and started again.
Julio was glad when the guys finally left him alone in the shower. He was slumped against the wall on the floor. Warm water pouring out of one of the shower heads directly above him. Found himself kind of sorry that it was washing all the beer and cum away. Kind of surprised his cock could still get hard, but then he had been thinking of how great it would be if new guys came in to the gym just then. Found himself even more sorry when, eventually, as the sun was coming up, he dragged himself out of the room, reverting back to Coach Barnes.
Barnes spent much of the next morning parked across from the gym. He had gotten there so early that parking on the city street wasn't an issue. All the commuters pulled in around him. It was even a good 15 minutes after the gym opened before he headed over to the doors. But he didn't hesitate when he took hold of the door. It was what he had gotten there so early to do after all.
Most of the week was spent like that. Going to the gym, spending hours as Julio. Leaving earlier in the week when he got too ashamed, later in the week when he got too tired. But going back in early evening and spending more hours. He couldn't stay away. His work at the school started falling behind. So what happened next was both very quick for his team and very slow for Barnes. Early retirement and a good bye by Friday. He didn't even want to have a going away celebration. Talk of needing to use the work out room as a place to hold it seemed to scare the coach off. He gave very little details when asked why the sudden decision to leave and what his plans were. Why by the time Friday came along he even had trouble looking most of his students in the eyes.
Rumors were that the Coach moved down south, took his early retirement money and bought a real small gym. Even paid to have an apartment put over the place for him to live in. Hired some skinny black or Latino kid to run the place. Even more gossip told that the kid gave the place quite the questionable reputation. Locals weren't even sure if the coach knew. Cause they never saw the coach at his gym, while the kid never seemed to leave it.