About six weeks passed since Shaun and I jacked at his spot. Like clockwork, every time I walked into the shop, he managed to find a reason to leave the shop. I didn't really sweat it too much. I just chalked it up to the fact that he was embarrassed for letting a dude touch his dick. One day, I followed Shaun outside of the shop. "Yo. You don't have to act different around me nigga. We ain't do any gay shit. All we did was have you bust a nut," I said. "You don't have to worry about me running my mouth to anybody my dude. So stop trippin," I added. Shaun looked at me and said, "I know we didn't do anything gay. I ain't gay nigga." I told him that he should stop walking out of the shop every time I walked in before one of the other barbers noticed and said something. He agreed. "You smoke? I can't smoke at my mother's house, so I'm always looking for somewhere to get fucked up," I said. "Look at my lips nigga," he said. His lips were black as hell. "You really ask me if I smoke," he replied. We both burst into laughter. I told him to take my number down, since he already had his phone in his hand. After he saved my number in his phone, I walked back in the shop and waited for my barber, Chauncey, to finish cutting dude in the chair.
The barbershop was full of barbers. At any given time, there would be at least eight barbers cutting on the floor. I could have gone to a different barber, and I would have been finished, but I didn't want any drama. I swear most barbers act like bitches. If they see you go to another barber in the shop, they get all caught up in their feelings. Chauncey finished cutting dude and I got in the chair. "Wassup Cory," he said, as he put a smock and neck strip on me. I told him everything was the same 'ol. He looked at me and asked, "Are you still messing with that lil fast ass girl you took to prom?" "Yeah, we still kick it every now and then. I told you that last week. She is crazy as hell, but that pussy is too good to give it up," I responded. "Boy, your young ass don't know what to do with that. She need an old player like me to come treat that pussy right," he said while laughing. "She would break your old ass in half," I joked back. Chauncey was in his mid to late thirties, and really resembled Tyrese, the singer. He was 6'0, 200 lbs solid, dark skin, with a bald head. Every now and then, he would wear a wife beater to the shop, so it was evident that he worked out. "I'm not joking about wanting some of that young pussy," he said with a serious face. "I'm sure your wife wouldn't be too happy about that. Besides, what's in it for me letting you break her off," I asked. "One thing about old players is that we don't mind paying for good young pussy. Hell, you might as well just straight up pay for the pussy and save time. We don't have time to waste taking these girls out to the movies or to dinner, just to smash. Either way, you are directly or indirectly paying for it," Chauncey said. I told him that what he was saying actually made sense. "Let me know when your wife is out of town; I may be able to set something up for the right price," I said. If she doesn't go for the money, tell her I got eleven inches waiting for that pussy. He stopped cutting my hair and took out his cell phone. "What's your phone number again Cory. I need to save your number in my phone," he said. I gave him the number and shortly after, I felt my phone vibrate twice. I took my phone out of my pocket and saw that I had two new messages from Chauncey. When I opened the messages, I saw the biggest black dick on my screen. I couldn't do anything but laugh. "Show those pics to her, and I guarantee that we can make this happen," he said.
My dick got hard after seeing Chauncey's dick pictures. I was so glad that he was no where near finished with my hair, because there is no way I could get out this chair with my dick hard as a brick. "You have any good pics of her," he asked. I opened up my gallery and scrolled through to see if I had any pics I could show him. I passed tons of pictures of my holding my dick, or me busting a solo nut. Chauncey stood over my shoulder, watching me scroll through every picture. "Nigga, how many pictures you gonna take of your dick," he joked. I came across a video I took of me fucking Nakia after the prom. "Let me see the video. I'll show you a couple videos I have in my phone," he said. I hit play and we sat there and watched the four minute edited video. The video started with Nakia laying on the hotel bed, fingering her pussy. Then I crawl on the bed and start fucking her mouth. The last two minutes of the video shows me fucking her doggystyle until I pull out and nut all over her ass. "I don't know whose ass is phatter, yours or hers, no homo," he joked. "Let me stop looking at this video and get back to cutting your hair," he said.
As he was cutting my hair, I could feel his dick brush against my leg. I don't think Chauncey even noticed. Hell, with all that dick, I guess it was hard to keep it contained. My phone started to vibrate, so I looked to see who it was. I didn't recognize the number, but I read the message.
WHAT Y'ALL NIGGAS LAUGHING AT???????
WHAT U MEAN. WHO IS THIS?
OH LOL. WE JUST BEING SILLY TALKING ABOUT MY GIRL
COOL. I'M TRYING TO SMOKE WHEN I LEAVE WORK. IF YOU BUYING YOU CAN COME TO MY SPOT
OK COOL, HIT ME WHEN YOU GET OFF
I put my phone away and went back to having conversation with Chauncey. "Real talk young blood. What you got planned, now that you've graduated?," he asked. I told him about my plan to take a semester off, then start attending the local community college. I wasn't really ready for a four-year college, and I needed to get my grades up. My goal is to transfer to George Mason University and major in Business. "Doesn't matter how you get there as long as you have a plan. I'm proud of you," he said. More young people need to set some goals, instead of being out in these streets all day and night. When he finally finished cutting my hair, he told me not to forget about asking Nakia to let him smash. "If she says no, I'll pay you to get inside that phat ass of yours," he said while laughing. Chauncey was crazy and said anything out of his mouth. I paid him and left the shop.
Before I got to the metro, I got a text from Shaun reminding me to get some weed before he got off from work. I told him that I would grab some weed and asked him if he could grab a couple of wine coolers, since I couldn't buy alcohol. He agreed and told me he would pick me up at my house later that night.