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.”
Category: Johnny Cee
The Whiteboy in the Barbershop: Chapter 3
“I understand that you met Dumphry,” Johnny Cee said. He had called Cullen up to his office one day.
Cullen sweated and shifted his weight in his seat. Am I in trouble? He couldn’t tell. Johnny Cee was so hard to read. He sat there in his cheap suit, staring Cullen down. Today Johnny Cee was sloppy, compared to how he usually was — his tie was crooked, and he looked unshaven. He normally had a thick mustache but an otherwise smooth face. Today that bristly mustache was joined by a layer of fuzz over his chin and cheeks.
“Oh. Yeah,” Cullen said. I should have told Johnny Cee about Dumphry. He’s going to be furious. Cullen gulped. “Look, uh, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you he was sleeping here. He said he’d move on, that he’d find somewhere else to live.”
Johnny Cee glared at him. “No. You should not have. I do not accept your apology.”
“What?”
“You ain’t livin’ in yo’ whitebread world no more, young man,” Johnny Cee said, his more formal accent suddenly disappearing. He sniffled. “We don’t squeal around here.”
“So you wouldn’t want me to-?”
“Nah. Don’t tell me nothin’ I don’t need to know. If I ain’t gotta know where some nigga be sleepin’, don’t tell me. I can’t get in trouble for some nigga breakin’ in to sleep e’ry night,” he said.
“Oh.”
“So you done good. Did Dumphry ram you right? Huh?”
Cullen blushed. “Yeah.”
“Good. Did he give you a reacharound?”
Cullen’s eyes bulged out. “What?! No!” He couldn’t tell if Johnny Cee was joking or not. “Of course not, man.”
“What? He should’ve. Why you got a face like that? Do white people not do reacharounds?”
“No, I mean… Dumphry does that?”
Johnny Cee scoffed. “Boy, you don’t even get it. Niggas do it different than whiteboys. It’s just a handjob, and there ain’t nothin’ better than cummin’ in some asshole while that man you is rammin” is cummin’. I love that, and I bet Dumphry love it.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “Man, when I was in lockup — that was a long time ago, I was a young buck then — I wouldn’t ram no bitch unless I could get him off. I take all night to make him get used to my dick in his ass so I could ram that orgasm into him. It might take hours, but it’s worth it.”
Cullen nodded — was Johnny Cee serious? He seemed serious; he always seemed serious. But Cullen couldn’t imagine he really thought that way. “Oh. Well, no, he didn’t gimme a reacharound. I didn’t ask. I didn’t… It’s not a big deal. It’s okay.”
There was a long awkward pause. Cullen blushed and struggled not to fidget. Johnny Cee stared at him, his dark eyes drilling into Cullen’s soul.
“Okay, stand up and take off your pants,” Johnny Cee said with a sigh as though Cullen was forcing him into this.
“What?”
“I’m gonna do it. I can tell you got a crush on me. You have since I hired you,” Johnny Cee said. “It’s fine. My wife is makin’ me sleep in the office right now, on account of this girl I know — I don’t cheat on my wife, but I can’t stop them from talking to me, ya feel me? I can’t make ‘em not send me pics of they tits. Well, my wife won’t fuck me right now. So, y’know… I don’t wanna cheat on her.” He stood up and took off his jacket and tie. Then he glared at Cullen. “Well? Come on. Get your pants off. I got shit to do today.”
“Oh. Okay.” Cullen was excited, though scared.
Johnny Cee got naked quickly, tossing his suit onto the floor. He stood there and jogged in place, stretching, letting his massive cock flop around. When Cullen wasn’t fast enough, he snarled, bent Cullen over the desk and pulled his pants down.
“Don’t mess around. I let my wife go slow and tease me and shit because she got a pussy, and she the mother of my child,” Johnny Cee said. “You? You I just wanna get this over with, make you stop looking at me like a piece of meat you wanna eat up.”
“Can I taste your dick first?”
He paused. “Fine. But you best deep-throat me, right? I’m gonna ram ya throat real good, boy. Don’t complain about it.”
“Yes, sir, please ram my throat,” Cullen said.
Johnny Cee wasn’t kidding. He cornholed in a formal, business-like way. When Cullen grabbed his dick to put it in his mouth, Johnny Cee stopped him. He first carefully took all of his clothes and folded them neatly on his desk. Then he drilled his dick into Cullen’s mouth.
“No hands.” That was the only instruction he gave. He held Cullen in position, while Cullen’s hands flailed, and Johnny Cee rammed his dick into his throat. He tasted clean and soapy — Cullen could tell he used a coconut-flavored soap — and his dick got hard almost immediately.
He drilled his dick in and out, each thrust of his hips being equal in power. He pinched Cullen’s nostrils shut to help him swallow the whole cock, making him fill his gullet with that veiny shaft.
Johnny Cee showed no signs of enjoying this part of it. Cullen made eye contact with him and blushed. Johnny Cee’s face was placid and stony. He pounded Cullen’s throat as though he was obligated to do so, like there was something he needed to touch deep down there. Cullen knew he must feel good since he had gotten hard, but Johnny Cee showed no external signs of it on his face.
Then he pulled out. “You may take a breath, young man,” Johnny Cee said, as though that was a major accommodation he had been reluctant to give.
Cullen hoarsely gasped for air. He bent over, but again Johnny Cee forced him into a particular position — with his legs straight, folded over the desk. He even told him where to grip the edge of the desk with his fingers.
“You want somethin’ to bite down on?” Johnny Cee asked.
“No, sir, I want to-“
“Yeah, you do. Here.” He flopped his cock against Cullen’s ass while he put his ropy-muscled forearm in front of Cullen’s mouth. “Bite on my arm when it hurts.”
He didn’t wait for Cullen to respond. He jammed his dick in, making Cullen howl and bite down on his arm. Johnny Cee didn’t respond to the bite, he just kept forcing his shaft into Cullen’s ass. Every time he felt resistance he sternly clucked his teeth, slapped Cullen’s cheeks and pushed a little harder.
Finally he reached around and grabbed Cullen’s dick. Once again, he moved like a businessman, not a lover. He had made an agreement to jack Cullen off, so that was what he did. He wrapped his hand around Cullen’s cock, which was already hard, and began stroking.
“Alright, yeah, there you go…” For the first time, Johnny Cee’s voice betrayed the pleasure he felt. He moaned and shuddered.
He had been raised to believe it was okay to give a reacharound, but Johnny Cee would never admit he also enjoyed it. He was constantly coming up with new excuses to do it because it would be embarrassing if people knew he actually enjoyed handling men’s cocks.
The thing he loved most about it, however, was making them both cum at the same time. Cullen was so aroused by Johnny Cee’s cock slamming into his prostate again and again that it was easy to coordinate them. Johnny Cee slowed down his handjob until he was on the edge of his own orgasm.
And then he finished Cullen off just as he finally crossed the line into his own climax. Johnny Cee grunted and smiled. Cullen screamed as intense pleasure wracked his body.
They went on like that for eons, Cullen thought, spraying his own cum over Johnny Cee’s hands. Cullen bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The most potent orgasm of his life ripped through his body, while he shot a massive load that puddled on the floor beneath him.
Cullen’s ass filled with Johnny Cee’s creamy hot cum. It was thick and sticky, and Cullen could feel it seeping into his flesh. He licked and sucked on Johnny Cee’s muscled forearm. The more that poured into him, the more Cullen needed it, the more he rubbed his face all over Johnny Cee to relieve the tension, like a stressed-out cat. He gasped and suckled on his firm skin, and he slurped up the sweat that collected there. It was tangy and warm.
The heat from Johnny Cee’s body seeped into him slowly, more and more with every passing moment. Cullen wasn’t sure if he was still cumming or not. It was impossible to tell because he had shot such a huge load.
Finally they were both done, utterly spent, and Cullen could do little more than gasp for air beneath him. Johnny Cee pulled out of his ass and sighed. He rested his dick on Cullen’s spasming asscrack, chuckling as Cullen squirmed underneath him. Cullen’s ass dimpled and squeezed around his shaft.
“You satisfied, whiteboi? How was that?”
“That was amazing, sir. I think I love this job.” Cullen giggled. He took a deep breath. “I’m so glad I work here.”