Return of the Barber Part 14: Character Issues
by Texzilla
"Hi, be right with you," the man entering the Barber's shop said making his way to the waiting area and flipping open his laptop. Andy Martin had not really even looked in the Barber's direction, and didn't come close to making eye contact when he entered the shop. He was too concerned with checking the Internet. He spent a few minutes typing and the fiddling with his computer. After a while he stood up and carried the laptop around the shop, pointing it in different directions.
"What the hell? I should be able to pick up a signal even in a store. Wha…why can't I get connected? Do people have trouble with their cell phones in here?"
"It's an old building, not made at a time where concerns for wireless communication was even a fantasy. You're trying to connect your computer to this 'Internet' I take it?" the Barber said eyeing the man.
"Yea, I need to post a few things on a web site and bump some of my titles. Guess I'll do it later." Andy said closing the laptop and leaving it on the waiting area chair. "You see, I'm a writer. I know I know, I struggle with not being self-deprecating by saying things like I can't believe someone like me is a writer….but I am."
"Doesn't seem that self deprecating at all. Self-delusional perhaps. I've always felt people who say things like 'I am a writer, or I'm an artist' come off the same as those who say 'I am the most popular girl in class and everyone thinks I'm the prettiest too," the Barber said pulling the cloth around Andy's neck. "While I am a barber because I cut hair in my shop, I always thought one couldn't be a writer till others called you that, not yourself."
"No seriously I am a writer. Well I work a normal job during the day, but I write stories online. I used to post them for free but now I'm just so popular that I can charge people for them."
"So like a Pusher, the first hits were free? People are willing to pay you for stories they used to get for free?"
"Well, not really but get this. This is how I drum up business. You see I have ALL these stories left open. So all I do is crank out a new chapter every once in a while, post it on a dozen sites, and then just HAPPEN to mention that my fans can go to my site and order copies of my for pay book."
"I see, I suppose that would work," the Barber said with more of a smirk coming to his face with each statement out of Andy's mouth.
"Oh it will, I'm just giving it time. I have SO many stories to tell, SO many great characters to GIVE to people. One day I might be able to quit my day job and do it full time."
"Yes well, let's see what we have to work with here," the Barber said studying Andy. "I'm sorry I don't usually have this much trouble focusing."
"Don't you want to hear what kind of cut I'd like?"
"Never do. No, there's something going on here. You know, I think I believe you. I think you do have a lot of characters in you. Hold on…."
The Barber seemed to concentrate for a second then reached into Andy's head. His hand disappearing into the man's skull. No blood dripped out, there was no wound, just the man's hand seamlessly inserted into the other man's skull.
Suddenly the Barber pulled his hand out, dragging a full sized man out of Andy's body. With the momentum of being pulled out of another man's body, this new person took a couple of stumbled steps across the floor, stopped himself against the wall of mirrors before slumping down in a waiting area chair. His breath was heavy, even a few brief coughing fits. His body language was that of someone who had just maybe run a mile or three, not just born into the world. The Barber gave the new person a glass of water to calm him down.
The new person wasn't as tall as Andy, but he certainly was much bigger in stature. His white t-shirt and white jean barely held his form in. Huge arms bulged out of the short sleeves, a few stitches along the edge already snapped. His chest pressed the material in the front of the shirt so tightly you couldn't see the valley between his left and right pecs. The proverbial quarter could be bounced off the tight fabric. The white pants stretched so thin that muscles were visible under the fabric, even the man's honey brown skin of his Asian heritage showed through slightly. While he was trying to gather himself the man was sitting forward in the chair, but as his breathing evened off, he sat back. His long black hair, matted with sweat fell aside revealing a handsome Japanese face. A slight mustache sat above full lips. Which when, when his eyes cleared and he was able to focus, broke out in a great smile.
"Can't believe I'm finally free of that jag off," he said in a deep masculine voice.
"What the fuck!?!?!" Andy yelled.
"You said you had a lot of characters in you. This must me one of your more vivid. You don't recognize your own creation? Young man, what's your name?" the Barber said turning to the Asian man.
"Tommytsunami. It's one word."
"One word? You give your characters full names but have them be only one word? Isn't that confusing?"
Andy was still in shock over what had happened. He watched someone he now had to admit, he knew really well sitting in a chair, looking at him with a whole lot of hate in his eyes. "Tommy…..Tommy? Tommy's not one of my fictional characters. He's one of my online personas. Someone I pretend to be…."
"You pretend to be Tommy?"
"He created me, created us, there's a bunch of us. Came up with all our backgrounds, personalities, likes and dislikes. Then he used us like on-line whores for himself!!!" the Asian youth spat at Andy. "He kept making us cum time and time again over is own stupid stories!!! Kept putting words in our mouths about how great a writer he was, how real his settings were, but worst of all, how he was such a great guy we all had to show our support and go buy his lame-ass online books!!"
"All of you? Let's see." The Barber said turning swiftly and again reaching into Andy's head. This time he pulled out an insanely large black bodybuilder, also dressed in white clothes. He braced himself against the far wall, coughs coming out of him like a freight train. The back of his white shirt stretched within an inch of ripping across his back. His ass filling the seat of his pants but so solid with muscles they didn't quiver a bit while the coughing all but shook the shop.
"Laughingboy101? Laughing……BOY?!?!?! You create this FINE of a black man and you have him call himself BOY!!!???" the new man said launching himself at Andy. Andy moved back in the chair as best he could as the first creation out of his head subdued the second. In his attempt to keep the black bodybuilder from beating up their 'creator' Tommy accidentally ripped off the other man's tight white t-shirt. This let loose the restrained deep black muscles, tensing with rage to reach the man in the chair. Maybe it was the sheet covering Andy, but no one in the shop seemed to notice that Andy was much smaller than when he came in.
"I didn't mean it like that,. I didn't think!!!" Andy yelled.
"My friends on line call me Boy. I LIKES it when you men CALLS me Boy," Laugh said in a mocking tone. "What was that suppose to mean!?!?"
"It was just part of the fantasy…I didn't know!!!" Andy yelped.
"I just don't see how crating a couple, or more, fake IDs on the internet, and having them say positive things about his own writing would generate a fan base. Maybe a few others might join in…" the Barber started to say.
"Oh no. It goes deeper than that. You see, Tommy was right, he whored us out. Lonely guy haunting gay message and story boards, finds the ID of a fucking worthless bookkeeper like Andy, and even if he likes his writing, would usually move on. Same guy finds OUR IDs. Hot Asian martial artist who hints that he comes to the US every once in a while to do stunt work in movies, although he's not allowed to say which. African immigrant owns his own gym in Harlem, 6'5" of pure muscle but secretly goes on the Internet to find skinny white guys he can't let anyone know he's hot for. He has us lead these guys on. Makes them think we're friends. Oh, and then the important part. To keep being our friends THEY have to love Andy's writing as much as WE do!!!"
"So you see." Tommy said continuing for Laugh how still needed to catch his breath. "Andy posing as me, he tricks 5 guys into thinking they're talking to this bodybuilder who would normally NEVER give them the time of day. When Andy posts a new story, he has me tell all my guys how great it is. Hinting that MY real friends would support a great guy like ANDY. So they then go online and go all ape shit over his story, not because they like it, or have even read it, but because they don't want to lose ME as a friend."
"Sounds incredibly convoluted. Why not just spend the energy writing better stories?"
"Cause it's all about the ego. A story without his promotion might get the average hits and the average comments. But thanks to all his manipulations, they're triple what everyone else gets. Which to Andy means he's triple the writer. No matter that the comments are all but PHONEY!" Laugh yelled ripping the last of his shirt off.
"Worst of all. He made me STRAIGHT" Tommy said "I was there on one gay site after another NOT BEING gay. Just there as the voice of authenticity on bodybuilding WHICH HE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT!!"
"Sorry Tommy I got it WORSE. I got to be queer but so fucking closeted that ALL THIS is still a VIRGIN cause I'm too scared someone might find out I'd like it in the ass!!!"
"We can take care of both our problems right now if you want." Tommy said going over to Laugh and starting to unzip his pants.
"Sure as hell can." Laugh said pushing Tommy back far enough so the angle was perfect for him to rip Tommy's pants off, then shred his own removing them too. Turning to the shocked Andy, Laugh sneered. "By the way, for future reference, when a black man offers his ass up to a non-black man, that's not a sign of submission, it's a sign he wants to get fucked, nothing more."
"You might want to take notes. Your fuck scenes are a snooze." Tommy said going for Laugh's ass. The huge bolder like ass cheeks were spread as wide as he could. Laugh even reached back with one hand to help out. Had to give the Asian man enough room to get his face in there. And there was just enough. Taking a moment tot lick his lips, more out of anticipation than preparation, Tommy dove in between the deep black mounds and began licking the man's ass hole like it was the tastiest candy on the planet.
Tommy pulled his tongue out of Laugh's ass, and whipped the extra saliva off his mouth. He was going to keep on drooling so there was no reason to let it build up too much. Still, he had use to the spit. Tommy coated his long, thin, slightly pale cock, giving it a few strokes to make sure it was at full mast. The head of his foreskin had pulled back, leaving some extra lubrication. Tommy placed the large head of his dick on Laugh's hole and pressed till the ridge popped in, then pulled it out. He repeated this a few times, making sure the virgin black man could handle the thickest part of his dick first before moving onto the length. Which there was a lot of.
"Do I even need to ask if you want your cherry taken nice and gentle, or like a man?" Tommy said reaching one hand forward to brace himself against Laugh's ass in preparation for what he was about to do.
"I want my black cherry taken…" Laugh gasped,"…now!"
The smile that crossed Tommy's face was one of animalistic lust that the Barber rarely saw even in his shop. As was the moans of intense pleasure that Laugh started making. Perhaps it was because they had been trapped in Andy's mind for so long. Having to deal with sexual fantasies yet never being able to act on them. Or maybe they were just a couple of horny queers who knew a good fuck when they got one. Tommy's thrusts into Laugh were so strong that the black man actually took a couple of steps forward, but Tommy never left his ass. Laugh's own cock, much thicker than Tommy's but just as long and thickly veined hung down between his legs. Andy could once in a while see it bob up and down with the thrust from Tommy. Long streams of precum dripped out from the apple size head of the black man's dick. What wasn't getting absorbed by the torn remnants of the men's pants pooled into a shimmering patch on the floor. Tommy started to pick up his pounding, if that was possible, then thrust one last time into Laugh's ass. The black man threw his head back, mouth gaping open and his eyes rolled back in his head as the Asian youth's cum filled him up.
Tommy staggered back, pulling out of Laugh and slumped on one of the waiting area chairs. Slowly Laugh stood, for the lack of a better term, fully erect from his bent over position. His dick harder than even. So hard it pointed up, almost reaching a point where it touched his stomach a few inches above his navel.
Even though his ass felt like it had been penetrated by a freight train, Laugh moved back to stand in front of Tommy. From his view point Andy could see nothing but the complete back of Laugh. The huge spread of back muscles starting at the impossibly wide shoulders and ending at the far too thin waist. The magnificent ass, with its slow stream of cum coming from between the cheeks. And those legs, with the perfect heart shaped calves.
"You ready to find out how 'straight' you're NOT?" they heard Laugh ask.
Suddenly Andy saw the large pale hands of Tommy shoot to each side of Laugh's butt, grab on and pull his forward. With the immediate rhythm of Laugh's ass going in and out, and the slurping sound coming from the other side of him, it was clear that Tommy was giving Laugh a blow job so strong he might lose his dick skin.
"Well that was interesting. Let's see who else we can find?" the Barber said again reaching into Andy's head. He fished around some and then pulled out an older man this time. In his 50's, and while no less muscular than the first two, this man had the build of someone who had lived with his muscles for some time. Not fat really, but there was a layer of life experience over the man that gave his a hefty look. Not on the massive arms though,. His guns were bigger than even Laughs. A thick coating or grey body hair covered him. His face was a bit on the round side, also covered with a thick grey/white beard. His hair was more than thinning, well on his way to a male pattern bald horseshoe, but still enough left to hold on his pink yarmulke.
"And you would be?" the Barber asked.
"KosherDill-Do. Dumb ass Goy thinks he's funny," the new man said in a deep baritone. "Mind reaching around where you got me. I got a buddy that want to come out and play."
"Of course." The Barber said reaching again into Andy's head. Andy had shrunk down more, much less than half the size he was when he came in. The 'writer' might have noticed at least that he was sitting lower in the char, but while the events were still freaking him out, he was having trouble even understanding what was going on. As if with each 'character' removed from his head, along with some of his mind some of his mass went too.
This time the Barber found a hand waiting for him. A large hand that wrapped around his like a vice. Andy loss a lot of mass as the huge bear of a man was pulled from his head. Who somehow was smoking a lit cigar. There was no missing the musculature the man must have had, it was just buried under pounds of extra flesh. Heavy pecs sagged down on his chest through the white tank top he wore. He wasn't as grey as the last man, but his hair was a salt and pepper of red and white.
"Thanks for the out Dill," he said taking the cigar out of his mouth.
"My pleasure Horny," Dill said kissing his bear buddy.
"Horny? That's not very original. Did Andy start running out of on screen names?"
"No. The full name is HornyHornyHippo."
"Ah, I see. Why am I not getting any of his fictional characters? I understand he had quite a few phony aliases but I would think that some of his characters would be vivid enough to…"
"Are you kidding me?" Horny said pulling his tank top off. His massive bulk was surprisingly even greater under the shirt than it looked. His furry tits hung down like lead weights had been inserted into his donut sized nipples. A thick apron of girth hung off his bell, sagging down to where his dick would no longer have been visible to him, unless he held it all up. It was apparently what Dill was looking for, for now, as he started tweaking the big man's nipples and running his fingers around the huge belly button. "That idiot never gave enough attention to his characters to make them start to be believable. Why do character development when you can fill the page up with line after line of single line dialogue?"
"Think there's enough for one more pull?" Dill asked the Barber.
"These two look pretty inseparable, not that I wouldn't love to try." He said motioning to Laugh and Tommy. "And while Horny and I can have tons of fun……someone to get between us would be nice."
"Do you have a baseball bat?" Horny asked. "Maybe if we smashed his head open it would work like a piñata."
"Cum on the floor is one thing, blood is not allowed." The Barber reached into the, now, very small Andy and pulled out one last man. 5' foot. 5 feet tall and looked to be 5 feet wide at the shoulders. Caramel brown Latino youth, short cropped hair, fine line of a beard that went from his ears down to his chin. Sparkling brown eyes with hints of green. Sparkling at the site of the two Daddies who were going to show his how much they appreciated his hours in the gym. As much as he was going to show them how much older men should be worshiped.
Horny took the young man's face in is hand. Gently stroked the side of his face lovingly, then with a bit of a grip pulled the guys face down till it was right over one of Horny's huge nipples. PopiPleaser didn't need any more of a hint as to what to do. He started sucking on the nipple as he might have been sucking on his baby bottle years ago.
With The Pleaser busy on Horny's front, Dill had full range of the back, which is just what he wanted. Looking over at Horny he reached across and pulled the large cigar he had tucked behind his ear out.
"You mind?" he asked
"Feel free. You need my lighter?" Horny asked.
"Not just yet." Dill said placing the cigar in his mouth. He stepped forward and reached to grab The Pleaser's fly. But finding his hands around the hot muscled Latino, he got closer and gave the kid a hug, holding his back tight to his chest. The body heat going from smoldering warm to noticeably hot in a second. The hug done Dill continued to work the pants till they fell to the ground. He then pulled The Pleasers white underwear down too, exposing his pert, hairy butt.
"Oh I'm liking the hairy ass crack. You got to take a look at this when you're done Horny," Dill said running his finger up and down the crack, ticking the fine, and not so fine hairs growing there.
"Sure, but you understand why I'm not in a hurry right now." Horny said holding the man who was giving him waves of incredible pleasure with just his mouth even closer to his hefty body.
Dill continued to play with the ass for a minute or so longer. Then he took the cigar out of his mouth and wet the other end. Rolling it around for a bit in his mouth like he might a dick he was getting ready to throat. Then, holding one of The Pleaser's ass cheeks aside, he moved the cigar down till it was touching the youth's hole.
"Hey Pleaser. Never read your bio. You wouldn't happen to be Cuban would you?"
"Si," the Latino youth answered, taking his mouth away form the hairy flesh just long enough to say the one word.
"Then I guess this will be something of a homecoming," Dill said as he inserted the cigar into the guy's butt hole. It was clear that the kid's ass had been fucked more than a few times. While the cigar was fairly thick, the hole gave instantly to take its size. Dill had no trouble see sawing the tube in and out of the butt. At the same time, it was clear that while his ass had been fucked quite often, it was because The Pleaser liked to be fucked quite often. His moans were deep and guttural the more Dill messaged his ass with the cigar. Dill himself undid his pants and started stroking himself off with his free hand. The Pleaser was sweating more and more, breathing deeper and deeper. Horny suddenly shook his great body, the layers of flesh briefly trembling. He had cum in his pants without anyone touching his dick. A convenient trick not only due to his size, but when on long hauls on the open road. The Pleaser leaned back suddenly. So far back and so suddenly that Dill almost lost the entire cigar in him. Their bodies were against touching, Dill chest to Pleaser's back. Dill let go of his dick and moved so he was not fucking the space between Pleaser's thickly muscled legs. His dick coming out right under Pleaser's balls. Dill puller Pleaser close and kissed him on the neck. This was all the load need to shoot his load all over Horny, who was perfectly happy to get splashed. First from Pleaser and the as Dill shot off from between his legs.
As Pleaser pulled himself together, Dill removed the cigar from his ass.
"Almost forgot that was in there," he said with a smile.
"Your ass is loose kid, not dead." Dill said taking the cigar and placing it back in his mouth. "I can use that light now."
The men's milling about was interrupted by the Barber. "Sorry, gentlemen but we seem to have one last person." He then reached into Andy's head and pulled. This time it was different. Instead of the person coming out of Andy's head, it was like Andy was turned inside out. That as much went back into the new person as the new person came out of him.
What was left was a very slight Korean youth. Unlike the rest of the men in the room, this guy had never even thought of going to the gym. His build was almost nonexistent. Rail thin arms, sunken chest. If it wasn't for the faint trails of hair growing up out of his short shorts to circle his outie belly button, and the few wisps of hair around each dark pin prick of a nipple, he would almost seem to be under age. But he was an adult. An adult who know how young he looked.
"Who the hell is that" Tommy asked. "I thought I was the only Asian in his arsenal."
The men talked amongst themselves for a minute. Certainly the Korean guy wasn't saying anything,. He kept turning his eyes away from the men in the room. His long black hair covering his face.
"Oh wait!" Horny said "I bet I know. Watch this!"
The big man dwarfed the young guy he now stood in font of. He bent down to be more even with him. Horny took one finger and started tickling the guy's tiny crotch through the fabric of the kid's shorts.
"Naruto," was all he had to say for the Korean guy to shoot off instantly. A thin trail of cum leaked out and ran down his leg. He turned away from the group even more as he broke out in a blush.
"This is Yao-Bling, his anime porn fan. Guessing since it's the last of the persons pulled out, it was the closest one to being what the dip shit considered his real self. Cute, but kind of sad."
"Dibs on taking care of him," Dill said out of the corner of his mouth so the cigar didn't drop.
"Saw his first buddy. He can live in my truck cab." Horny responded.
"I think we'll ALL take turns caring for Blingy here," Laugh said. "At least it'll give the guy a rest after dealing with you two."
The men laughed and high fived before heading for the door.
"Uhh, gentlemen," the Barber said stopping them. "I would point out that some of you are naked."
"It's cool. It's dark out. We'll manage." Laugh said, knowing he was one of the men the Barber was referring to.
"Can someone at least take the… laptop, is that what's it's called," the Barber said motioning to the computer Andy had brought in with him.
"Keep it. I think we're well done with the Internet." Tommy said as all the men broke out in laughter.
The Barber walked over to the computer and picked it up by the corner as one would pick up a smelly diaper. "This won't do." He said. By the time he moved it over to the coffee table full of old magazine, it had become a well worn children's book. "Much better, my dear friend Aesop. "
To be continued