Cullen showed up early one morning. He was there before opening, and he used his key for the first time to get into the barbershop. It was nice to be there alone. He was beginning to feel at home here — it had been three weeks since he started — and it was good to be here with no one else. He could look around and see things without wondering who was watching him. There wasn’t a lot to look at, it was just nice to see it in this liminal, unfiltered way, like seeing a supermodel in her granny panties sans makeup.
He sighed and sat down on his barber’s chair. He was starting to get some customers. He had cut a couple of peoples’ hair — mostly children and elderly — and hadn’t made any mistakes, so he now had a reputation for being at least passable as a barber.
Realistically though, he was never going to be seen as an equal of the other barbers here. He was going to have to accept that.
There was a noise in the back. A mouse? That was what Cullen assumed. He went back there to see it. At his last barbershop, a mischief of mice had gotten into the barbicide, then died in the walls, resulting in a horrific smell that took months to resolve.
So he thought it would be good if he could find the mice first and tell Johnny Cee. He wanted to seem proactive and useful to the business. A lot of these small businessmen owned a bunch of projects, so maybe, Cullen thought, he could transfer somewhere a white worker was more commonplace. When he went into the backroom to check, however, there was no mouse.
There was a naked man named Dumphry, who gasped and furrowed his brow at Cullen. For a brief moment, Dumphry considered snapping Cullen’s neck. Cullen would never in his life learn how close he came to dying right then and there.
Dumphry didn’t do it because — aside from all the moral considerations — he couldn’t get rid of the body. There was no way to sneak an entire corpse out of this building without being seen by dozens of people.
So Dumphry just snarled and duked up. Dumphry was a thug fresh out of lockup. He was scared he’d get in trouble because he wasn’t allowed to be homeless — he only got parole because he supposedly had a job and a place to live, but Johnny Cee had only given him the job (which involved menacing and intimidating Johnny Cee’s business rivals and was paid entirely under-the-table).
He didn’t cover his cock with his hand. If he hadn’t been so utterly surprised by Cullen’s arrival, Dumphry would have, but by the time he realized Cullen was standing right there, his cock was already swinging in the scene. He wasn’t ashamed of it. Covering himself up with a hand at this point would make him look weak, he thought, so he stood there puffing out his chest and trying to look like he had meant to be caught naked in here.
“Oh. Who are you?” Cullen bit his lip. He blushed, heart racing. Was he not supposed to be here this early? No one had said not to, and they gave him a key so he could get in.
“I’m Dumphry. Who are you?”
“I’m Cullen. I work here,” Cullen said. He knew he should be firm with this man, to tell him to leave and make sure he does it. He assumed Dumphry was homeless and that he had snuck in here to sleep. But Cullen was also mesmerized by Dumphry’s prison-toned body and his massive dick dangling between his legs.
“Oh.”
“You, uh… You’re not allowed to be here,” Cullen said. He sounded so weak he blushed. He should just leave, he thought, go call Johnny Cee and let him handle this.
But he was still entranced by Dumphry’s body. Cullen couldn’t help but giggle demurely.
Dumphry grunted. He didn’t think he was supposed to let on that he lived here. Johnny Cee made him keep most of his things in the locked closet during the day, when Dumphry was gone — Johnny Cee kept him busy doing errands all day, and then he spent most of his evenings flanking Johnny Cee or beating people up at his command. His fists were bloody still from beating up one young man last night.
“Don’t tell no one I sleep here,” Dumphry said. “I just got outta the joint, man, I need a place to live.”
“So you’re squatting here?”
Dumphry nodded his head. When he was in prison, he kept telling himself he wouldn’t be trashy when he came out. He was off drugs now, and he didn’t even drink. He shouldn’t be squatting, living in a closet, working every day to afford enough food to eat.
“Oh. Well you can’t stay.”
Click grumbled. “I’ll ram ya, boy,” he said. “What?”
“If you don’t tell no one, I’ll ram ya butthole, boy,” Dumphry said.
Cullen’s heart raced. He couldn’t believe this. A part of him, the rational part of his mind, said to refuse it, but that wasn’t the part of him that was in control. His dick rocketed to attention even before Dumphry got to him and shoved him to his knees.
He rammed his cock into Cullen’s throat as though he needed to get it in before Cullen changed his mind. He had a big dick that stank of his sweat and a little of blood from the punishment he had doled out last night. It was warm and salty and soft, then it almost immediately twitched and perked up in Cullen’s mouth.
It all happened very fast. Cullen opened his mouth to savor that manly flavor, but Dumphry didn’t really give him any opportunity to do that. He just pistoned his hips, forcing his dick into Cullen’s throat. It pulsated, filling him up and making him gag over and over as he struggled to swallow it.
Dumphry hurried through the dome — his dick was too big to be really swallowable, so he never let that continue for too long; no one could get even half of it in their throat. So he just got his dick wet until it was hard, and then he grabbed Cullen by the hair.
“C’mon, man, bend over,” Dumphry growled. He forcibly put Cullen in position. Cullen was limp by then, a little scared and more than a bit aroused. He loved Dumphry’s powerful muscles dragging him into position. In the chill and the darkness of the backroom, it felt like a prison cell, Cullen thought, like he was making love with his cellmate.
Pain hit him when Dumphry began to ram his dick in Cullen’s ass. It was just the tip at first, but it tore Cullen open. Dumphry’s dick was thick and long and he stuck it in without mercy. One of his hand’s held Cullen’s ass in position, while his other kept Cullen’s head down.
“Spread yo’ cheeks, boi, that’s how we do it around here,” Dumphry said. He grabbed Cullen’s hands and made him do so. Cullen struggled to remain bent over while spreading his asscheeks.
The pain slowly melted away into an intense, mind-melting pleasure. Cullen moaned again and again, as the sensations roiling his body gradually increased to a wild crescendo. The free-standing stack of shelves next to Cullen’s head creaked as they repeatedly bumped into it, knocking boxes of doo rags onto the floor.
“Here ya go, whiteboi, you got this right,” Dumphry said, his guttural voice low and slow like he gargled with black coffee, as the last bit of his dick slid into Cullen. He aimed his voice directly at the back of Cullen’s head.
“Ah, god, yes, ram it in me!” Cullen said over and over as Dumphry slammed into him.
Cullen had no idea how long that lasted. By the time it was done, he heard people in the frontroom getting ready to open, but luckily it seemed none of them heard him. Cullen moaned and spasmed, falling flat on the ground.
Dumphry went to the floor with him, his whole body flexing. Sweat covered his muscles and coated Cullen’s back. He snorted into Cullen’s ear. Cum flowed into Cullen’s ass, so much of it that it leaked out and spilled down his thighs. It puddled onto the floor.
The sensation was intense, and it made Cullen moan loudly — finally people in the frontroom heard it, and assumed that Cullen had simply found a client early. Cullen heard them laughing and blushed, still mid-orgasm.
At last it was over, and Dumphry pulled out. He grunted and snorted as he cleaned his dick. Cullen sighed, squirming on the floor while his ass recovered from that mighty pounding. He was exhausted, covered in both his own sweat and Dumphry’s.
“So what’choo think?” Dumphry asked. “Can I stay here or what?”
Cullen nodded. “Hell yeah. You can consider your rent paid.” He just hoped Johnny Cee wouldn’t find out.
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