Cullen knew working at a Cityside Barbershop would be difficult. He didn’t fit in here. The Cityside Barbershop was for black men to get their hair cut. It was an unspoken rule as rigid as any law. There was a different barbershop right down the street, a well-lit place where the barbers were Italian. That was where white people went.
But they weren’t hiring, and Cullen needed a job now. He had applied thinking it wouldn’t go anywhere, but now here he was, starting his first day at a Cityside Barbershop. He didn’t even think they hired white people. Now that he thought about it, that didn’t make sense and probably wouldn’t have been legal. He was going to be the token white guy, he figured, he could handle that.
Then, on his first day, Cullen was almost totally ignored, except for the suspicious glances. He only cut two people’s hair that first day. He barely made a dime in tips.
It wasn’t until his second day, near the end of the afternoon, before he had a real conversation with anyone there. Cullen sat in his chair playing on his phone. He had resigned himself to not getting any more clients today, since it was only a few minutes before closing time. He deliberately made his workstation messy because he thought it would be embarrassing if he was ready to go literally the moment the clock ticked over.
Four minutes before close, a man named Lamont Caddie sauntered in. Everybody knew him, everyone except Cullen. Lamont was a grizzled, deep-dimpled homeboy who carried a dour expression on his face and short braids on his head. Cullen stood up and smiled at him.
“Hey, I can take you in my chair.” Cullen blushed, he hadn’t meant for that to sound like a seduction. “If you need your braids-?”
Lamont scoffed. “What?”
“Uh-“
“You a barber here?”
Cullen nodded.
Lamont scoffed again. “What? They hire white guys now?” He laughed to himself. He touched his short braids — no need for any attention right now. Lamont looked around the barbershop. “Nah, whiteman. I do not want a haircut. I don’t let white folk touch my hair. I ain’t here for a haircut anyway.” He made eye contact with one of the other barbers, Skelton, who nodded at him. They went into the backroom,
Was Skelton jacking him off? The Cityside Barbershop had a reputation as a place for men to swing on the downlow. But Skelton was an alpha male and an ex-con. It seemed unlikely he was on the downlow with the thickbody Lamont. That was something Cullen enjoyed, so he was annoyed if Skelton did it — the one bright part of working at a Cityside Barbershop was getting to service all the alpha males who come through. Cullen was prettier and more feminine than Skelton, he thought with a jealous bite, so why would Lamont want Skelton over him? He frowned at the door to the backroom.
They came back upfront after only two minutes, which was quicker than Cullen thought plausible. It was only when Skelton walked past Cullen’s chair and he caught a fruity whiff of unsmoked marijuana that Cullen realized what this was —that was a drug deal.
That made him feel better about being excluded.
“Thanks, nigga,” Skelton said.
Lamont snorted. “I-” He stopped because the front door opened and the owner, Johnny Cee, strode in. Lamont stopped short. Johnny Cee glared at him. He was broad-shouldered and powerful, with a mustache that made Cullen drool.
But he was both straight and married, and he didn’t seem like the type to fool around.
“Lamont.” Johnny Cee grunted. He was stern, strict, no-nonsense. It was clear he disliked Lamont and seemed to be aware of why he had come here, or at least he suspected it. Lamont had short braids, so he couldn’t pretend he had come in for a haircut. Johnny Cee stared him down. “I know you didn’t come in here to sling drugs, Lamont.”
“No, I ain’t.”
Johnny Cee looked from barber to barber. They all avoided eye contact with him. Skelton cleaned up his station. He was nonchalant, as though this had nothing to do with him. He slipped a baggie of weed into the drawer of his workstation, his legerdemain ensuring only Cullen noticed because only Cullen was watching Skelton. He glanced up to be sure Johnny Cee hadn’t noticed. But the big man with the bull mustache stared into Lamont’s eyes, while Lamont pretended nothing was happening.
“So why did you come in here?”
Lamont smiled and touched his hair on his scalp, he scratched it absent-mindedly, though it was obvious he was lightbulbing up an excuse to be here. “Oh, you know…” He sniffled. “I was just…”
“He wanted to try out the new boy’s mouth,” Skelton blurted out with a mischievous grin, aimed at Lamont. Lamont shot him an annoyed look. Skelton snickered.
“Oh? Is that true, Lamont?”
Lamont nodded. “Yep. I just…” He rolled his eyes like he didn’t want to say anything else, but then he added, “y’know… I like’, y’know… I like gettin’ dome. I do that shit all the time, man. ‘Specially whiteboys. I love that.”
Johnny Cee looked dubious. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Well…?”
“Fine.” Lamont snarled. He grabbed Cullen by the wrist and dragged him into the backroom. Cullen stumbled after him. This had all happened so fast, and Cullen didn’t know the people very well, that he only realized what was going on when he got to the back room. Once the door slammed shut behind him, Lamont feinted as though he was going to knock the door down and attack Johnny Cee on the other side. “He’s such a cock, man. You wanna jerk me off fo’ real?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Cullen said. He sunk to his knees, fingers sliding up Lamont’s sagging jeans to his crotch. He had a big bulge, very nearly visible because his pants were so low that the bulge of his cockroot was visible through his drawers, not his jeans.
Lamont grunted to cover up his sudden flood of anxiety. He had never done it quite like this — he’d gotten dome from men when he was drunk and as part of a group sex thing also involving at least one girl. He had never soberly stood there and let a man go to town on him, so he wasn’t entirely sure what to do or where to put his hands. If it was a girl, he would say sweet and romantic things in this sort of situation.
So he didn’t say anything.
He just gripped the wall to his side and held on for support, while Cullen pulled his dick out and swallowed it down. At first it was just warm and wet and not very appealing. Lamont wondered if he was going to have to tell Cullen he didn’t want to go through with it. That would be embarrassing, he thought.
But then his cock firmed up in Cullen’s mouth, and that warm wetness turned into a deep and abiding sense of pleasure. Soon his dick was rock-hard and throbbing on Cullen’s tongue, and Lamont had to bite back a moan.
“Ah, shit man, I’m glad Johnny Cee showed up after all,” Lamont said with a chuckle. He leaned against the wall, looking down for the first time since this had started. He watched his cock disappear down Cullen’s throat. He deep-throated better than any girl Lamont had ever been with, a fact that Lamont found alarming and that he would never share with anyone.
He grunted and gripped Cullen’s head. Since he had been holding his shirt up, once he let go to hold onto Cullen by the scalp, his shirt-tail landed on Cullen’s head. Cullen buried his face in Lamont’s hairy crotch, while Lamont held onto his scalp and plowed his throat good.
See, now, this is nice, Lamont thought, girls never wanted to get throated.
He relentlessly pounded away, forcing his cock all the way in with each thrust of his hips. When his orgasm finally erupted within him, Lamont moaned loud enough to spark a torrent of laughter from the frontroom.
“Ooh-ooh!”
“They’s bakin’ a black-and-white cookie back there!”
“Ooh, Cullen I love how your huge white cock feels in my ass!”
They were all teasing him now. Obviously, Cullen thought as he savored the zesty musk of Lamont’s cock, Lamont didn’t normally do this. They thought it was hilarious he was doing it now.
Cum sprayed down Cullen’s throat. He loved the taste of jizz, and Lamont’s was especially nice. It was salty and sweet and fruity, and Cullen guzzled down every drop. Fat bursts of it coated Cullen’s mouth.
It kept on going, long after Cullen thought a normal man would have shot his wad. He spewed so much it filled Cullen’s belly, coating his insides, Lamont’s body-warmth seeping throughout him. He shot so much it dripped down his thigh into a puddle on the floor of the barbershop backroom.
“Hell yeah…” Lamont groaned. He gripped the wall behind himself as he finished. His cock slowly limpened in Cullen’s mouth. He looked on at Cullen with wide-eyed amazement. “I ain’t never got no dome like that.”
“Thanks for the dick,” Cullen said with a giggle as he wiped his mouth off. “I’d like to buy some weed too.”
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