Headshots was the name of a trendy upscale hair salon that catered to mainly affluent women. It was a typical day at the salon, with one exception. Lots of middle-aged women cackling as they waited with their heads wrapped with towels. In addition, there were more heads than hands to cut and style hair. There in the gaggle of women was a lone male client, quiet as a mouse. It was headshot day, and that meant that after the women got their hair cut and styled and their faces made up, they got a picture taken.
As a matter of fact, it was the day many critical Facebook status updates were made of. Of course, there were a few obligatory fish face selfies thrown in for good measure! Little did the solo piece of man ass know that his first visit to Headshots was going to take on several meanings. Not to mention, neither of which complied with Facebook terms of service!
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Joey rarely got male customers so when one wandered in the door, he zeroed in on him like a hawk. Joey had been in a committed relationship for years but that came to an end, and Joey was a player. The problem was, he was so busy with the shop that his love life was non-existent.
The hostess called the client’s name, Joey jumped.
“I’ll take him,” he said.
The hostess looked him like he was nuts but since he was the owner, he could take any client he wanted. Moreover, Joey had no sense yet over whether the client played on his team, as it were. He just knew the client was super handsome, fit as anything – he was like touching a solid mountain – and dressed well. He hit Joey’s scorecard on three of the most critical areas.
“Right this way, Mr. – ?” asked Joey.
“Mark,” the client answered. “Call me Mark.”
“I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new to the salon?” asked Joey trying to be professional but secretly checking out Mark’s package.
He was nicely hung. In particular, Joey had an eye for these things. He truly believed he could see the way the guy’s cock tucked through his khakis as he sat. Joey snapped the drape and lay it around the client. He tucked in the towel around his neck. He spritzed his hair and waited for the client to explain what he wanted.
Mark gestured with his hands, and Joey caught a glimpse. He wore the faintest pink nail polish. For this reason, Joey captured his fingers and held his gaze in the mirror. Joey with his hair styled just so was open, obviously gay. Mark smiled fully. He winked.
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“I think what we need to do is to give you a scalp massage,” said Joey.
Under those circumstances, he needed to do something to hide the fact that he was getting hard. He buried his cock behind the chair and touched Mark’s scalp. Joey’s body rushed, as a big wave washed through his system, bathing him with arousal.
He couldn’t help it but as he got harder, the chair grazed his marbled cock, and it made him gasp. If he were alone, he might consider getting off that way. It was would so wrong, kinky – practically having sex with a chair. But every time he knocked against the firmness of the chair back, the whiff of leather rose to his nose and tantalized him sensually.
“You okay cowboy?” Mark asked.
“I guess not,” laughed Joey nervously.
After all, he needed a blowjob. Joey needed to pull his pants down and feel the lips of a hot guy – preferably Mark in this case – and have nasty, raunchy, sweaty steaming sex.
“I’m happy to exchange services,” said Mark very covertly. “I am here on business and have a suite at the Ritz Carlton.”
“I have a private bathroom with a shower right around the corner,” said Joey with dark, suggestive eyes.
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“You don’t want to go to a nice comfortable room?” asked Mark.
“You don’t want to go to a naughty, nearly public space and have me swallow your hot load? It’s picture day. I’ll even take a gay porn style picture.”
“Will you groom me for the picture?” he asked.
Mark looked like he was about to faint. Consequently, he was getting as worked up as Joey was. His words came out all breathless, and he pressed his eyelids tight like he was struggling to clear his mind.
“I can cut your hair and we can…talk about it,” suggested Joey.
“You want to talk in detail about sucking cock?” he asked.
It was a bold move to talk dirty out in the open, but it was so loud unless someone was watching the two of them, no one was going to hear. Joey knew exactly what he said, but he bent over and put his ear to his mouth anyway.
“What was that?” he whispered to Mark.
“I said you want me to talk about sucking your cock here on the floor in front everyone? How I want to stuff my mouth, have your head batter the walls of my cheek after I wrap my lips so tightly around your shaft?” asked Mark.
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Joey nearly fainted as he struggled to stand up straight. He and Mark locked eyes at the same time. Joey was clearly drunk with arousal. In any event, there was no hiding it. The lids of his eyes were heavy as if he were stoned. Whether customers heard what they said, there was no hiding the expression on his face.
“Say do you have makeup on?” Mark asked him.
“I have some permanent makeup,” he said.
“Looks great,” said Mark. “I was thinking of getting some of that sooner or later.”
Joey bent down and pressed his hand on Mark’s chest.
“Where would you like it?” he asked.
“I would like it on my asshole,” whispered Mark.
Mark moved, and the chair grazed Joey’s lap. Albeit, just enough pressure for him to shiver and gripped the back of the chair.
“I am going to have to excuse myself,” said Joey.
“Did you say you had a shower?” asked Mark.
“Yes,” he replied. “Don’t towards the wall and turn left.”
“Could you show me?” he asked.
“Certainly,” Joey answered.
Joey could barely walk as he waded through a wall of people to his private shower and bath. No one noticed that they were going into the room together, but at this point, he didn’t care. He did, in fact, own the place. It was literally his business.
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They slammed into each other as they grappled to embrace, hands and faces, tongues and cocks. Meanwhile, Mark held Joey’s face as he plunged his tongue into his mouth. They ground into one another, their erections rubbing through their pants.
Mark grabbed a towel and threw it under his knees and sank down, assuming the position. He all but yanked Joey’s pants to his ankles as he took hold of Joey’s massive erection. He smacked his lips and said, “Mmmm” as he devoured it.
The man was skilled. Indeed, he took Joey’s monster cock into his mouth all the way back into the back of his throat. To feel the head of his cock brush, the spongy hot wetness of Mark’s throat was more intense sweetness that he thought he could stand.
Joey had to grab something so that he could continue to stand. His legs were incredibly limp as he was about to explode.
“Cumming,” he muttered.
It was the best he could do as his load shot forth and the rush of ecstasy bathed him. This man, Joey decided, was going to be an on-the-house customer for life. In fact, Mark was amazing. He swallowed every last drop and gently finished by raking him with his teeth, just enough to make him surge with pleasure.
Mark rose to his feet, very pleased with himself. He went to the basin and rinsed his mouth with mouthwash. He patted Joey on the shoulder.
“I’ll be waiting for you at your favorite Headshots station.”
