the haircut by

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i am not the autor of this story !

That day, the weather was fine and Fabrizio would have liked to walk carefree in mind. But concerns, he had a lot right now. Nothing that can not confusing those around him, that concerns not taken not seen, invisible, loaded with secret torment and painful temptations. He loved Aurelien, Aurelien nice, too good for him and, unfortunately for him, his best friend ...
He suffered every day and every day a little more. He no longer felt able to live with him that friendship so close without ever touching it, breathing it as he would have liked, even in its most intimate sweats. He had dreams of the night and grueling morning awakenings cruel, and never one to talk, nobody ...

Aurélien flirted with many girls hitting on that, and they were many, and they did not hide their feelings these, they were not ashamed, not even their affectations, their vulgar provocs, nothing discouraged, and it was hurting, despairing of Aurelian yield so easily to so many desires sprawled, while he, Fabrizio, knew he was the bearer of feelings far more beautiful, stronger ...

Without knowing why, Fabrizio knew he would not dare admit to Aurelian, not today, not tomorrow, not ever. He could not imagine not being able to break up with him this crazy friendship that filled his life. His cell phone rang. Aurelian was:

- But, s**t, what are you doing? I'm waiting! Where are you?

He was there, Fabrice, very near the last hour he thought in circles going round in his neighborhood ... He went up to Aurelian. He was very excited, Aurelian, nerve, gay, cheerful as usual. He liked that too, Fabrice, joie de vivre that Aurelian had always, this vitality foolproof. But this time Fabrizio was not feeling the force of at least pretend to see.

- What you got, it will not?

- If so ...

- What do we do this afternoon?

- I dunno ...

- I know I ... We go to the couptif!

- What?

- We go to the couptif! Anyway, you're hair is too long, you're okay? Look at that!

Aurelian was an incredible gesture: he plunged a firm hand in the long hair of Fabrice, he tipped his head back, and stared:

- Let me do it, ok?

This was said with kindness, but a slight threat welled ...

- I'm taking you to the "couptif" (Barber), you say nothing, you let me do, come on ...

He left no time to react to Fabrice, dragged on the landing by a sleeve of his jacket. They talked very little in the minutes that followed. Simply, Aurelian was worried about whether everything was OK and watching the corner of my eye, probably to prevent any possible escape attempt. Flee, Fabrice did not even think it, he followed obediently, like a machine in motion, his Aurélien visibly pressed. They soon found themselves in front of a tiny hair salon for men.

Fabrice froze, but he had no time to say it was out of question that from there: Aurélien pushed against the door by snapping the handle. Fabrice found himself face to the barber, about sixty years, a little surprised at this intrusion.

- I bring you my friend, Aurelien said undaunted.

- Young man ...

The barber shook his red chair to Fabrizio, who did not move.

- Go, go! Aurelien said that helped him to sit. When you gotta go, gotta go!

Fabrice found himself sitting in the mirror without understanding anything. The blood throbbed in his temples. He heard vaguely Aurélien joking with the barber who covered the whole of a large blue cloth.

- Sacred mop, eh? Aurelien said. It's not everyday that you have to cut like that ...

The barber laughed at around the neck of a white towel Fabrice:

- No, it's not every day ... And how they are cut?

- Very Short, said Aurelian, very very short ...

- It has not seemed to agree ... said the barber, seeing Fabrizio become as white as his napkin.

- It's me who pays, what I decide! concludes Aurélien going to sit on the chair closest to the chair. Cutting scissors and clippers, it's possible?

- Yes, of course ...

Of his comb, barber hair all spread out dryly Fabrice going around the chair. Fabrice and barely had time to see Aurélien blush before long strands does it block the view. He lived all his early cup chin glued to his chest, listening, hallucinated, the sharp scissors in the heavy silence of the show. Shame washed over him when he realized his pleasure to feel so humiliated by the very man he loved above all. He did not imagine for a moment that Aurelian could also find his pleasure. Not a moment he could not get rid of the idea that Aurelian, who eventually guessed his secret desires, no one imagined this cruel lesson to cure him forever of his attraction guilty. And, under the scissors is amplifying and destroying everything that he loved so much hair, he felt the worst happen: sex that kept inflating. Under the sheet, he had to clench his hands on the arms to be sure not to yield to the temptation to masturbate. And, at the height of the tension, he exaggerated postures subject almost as rough hands of the hairdresser needed to head for cutting hair covering his ears and cheeks. The excitement reached its peak when the barber began to cut off the locks of the front. Head pulled back and pressed against the barber's smock, he saw the comb raise the curtain of hair and face Aurelian appear in the mirror. He closed his eyes and almost immediately brought against his hand to her sex when slammed the scissors. The rain dripped from her hair on the face seemed the most successful bids that can offer his unattainable love.

The rest of the time spent in this room seemed endless ... and yet too short. He kept his eyes closed, even when the barber stopped cutting her to go rummaging through a drawer and finding a mower. The rattling in the neck told him it was a push mower. There, he thought again of her sex, now strangely drowsy, wondering anxiously if sometimes that one would not be relieved of a jet; panic blew his head at the idea that when would rise earlier in the chair, his pants might betray him.

He was there when the little mechanical work completed. Aurelien got up to inspect the cup, lifted the head by Fabrice chin, his eyes planted hard into his, and decided it was too long and then the mower would go back! ...

Finally, ten minutes later, Aurelian, finally satisfied, paid the cup as he had said and Fabrice did not flee as he had intended, however.

In the street they do not say a word. Fabrice calculated that they were about to separate at the next junction, turning right Aurelian to go home, and he left to go cry in a corner. Indeed, Aurelian turned right. But Fabrizio did not follow, Aurelien seemed to panic and caught him posthaste.

- But what are you doing?

Fabrizio thought he would burst into tears:

- Let me ...

- Stop, said Aurelian, nicer than ever. Let's go home, come ...

- Not now ...

- But if, now! Do not you understand? Just now!

Fabrizio looked straight at this time. Visibly annoyed, Aurelian, certainly not finding anything to say, simply asked him a kiss on the cheek of infinite sweetness and asked again eye to follow.

Only the apartment door closed, Aurelien overlaid against the wall and kissed her full on the lips. Still surprised, Fabrice left language Aurelian to invade it, then realized he was drinking his own saliva. He said that life was wonderful and wept so profusely that Aurelian was totally taken aback:

- Do not cry, Fabrice, forgive me, I beg you, forgive me, stop crying, just ...

Aurelian took him gently in his room, undressed him while kissing him and laid him on his bed to rush nervously over his body. Fabrice was almost afraid to love so much fury and was angry with himself at once to never be happy.

He did not have long to think about. His body, fully owned by Aurelian, suddenly capsized and Fabrice was more than flesh edgy package of fun when the other began to suck it in sex. Fabrice ejaculated so fast he almost upset about, but Aurelian did not give him enough time, stuffed him in turn his blindfolded in the mouth and ensperma just as quickly.

Then, calmed, they said in the ear all they had to say. Aurelian learned nothing he did not know already. But Fabrice discovered it was more than a month Aurelian fantasized this haircut imposed, and he was masturbating several times each night just by imagining it. Fabrizio could not help blushing.

- I swear, I saw your hair grow, and they were so long that I had a funk, you cut the fasses without telling me ... Tell me that you have loved that ... tell me ...

- I liked ...

- I know you've loved, you bastard ...

They shook hard, kissed until intoxicated, and they said they loved redirent. Their sexes were stretched again, and Aurelian undertook to describe his experiences Fabrice in the lounge, the vision of the comb in her hair, the sound of scissors, long silky locks falling on the sheet and slide up land, the beautiful docility Fabrice subject to strong hands of the hairdresser ... Fabrice dared at that time a comparison:

- You know, at some point, I dunno, it's as if you had done spanking ...

- I know, said Aurelien.

And after a time:

- How would you like?

- What? ...

- Ben ... I make you spank ...

- I dunno ... Fabrice lied.

- Yes I ... In fact, I want you to promise me one thing ...

- Go on ...

- Your hair is like it was for me, ok? It is a pact between us ... It's me who decides your haircuts ... Are you okay?

- Yes, I agree, says Fabrizio, angels ...

- So, promise ...

- I promise ...

Although reassured and well again excited them both, they began to suck each other. Aurelian A finger ventured between the buttocks of Fabrice and insinuated himself into the slot. Fabrice moaned.

- You want me to take you one day?

- That you take me?

- Do not be silly ...

- You mean ...

- Yes ...

- Yes, I think I'd ...

- This will be your gift after the spanking, ok?

They took each lollipop in their mouth and tried to cum together. Aurélien the first ejaculation. He took the opportunity to prolong the pleasure again and again shivering Fabrizio who, without saying anything, began to imagine subject, sated with fantasies of her lover to come ...

- I am yours, says Fabrizio. I like it. I belong to you ...

He ejaculated, in turn, gasping with happiness.

It was all wanted to hear Aurelian found himself delighted with the trust declared with so much love. He now had care of souls. And even as Fabrizio felt at once issued a weight that it could not have said, Aurelian began to feel vaguely disturbing responsibilities ...

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