Chapter Eleven WORK TO DO & BUTTERFLY KISSES I fixed breakfast the morning for the both of us. I was wearing pink hipster panties with the word SASSY across the seat and a white cami with pink trim which showed my flat belly. The material was lightweight and tight against my lean torso. You could clearly see my nipples which were as pointy as gumdrops. My...
Although I never get anything more than a trim, Great Nips is my go-to hair salon. The stylists are beautiful, and they can do everything: 'dos, perms, braids, dyes, extensions, even mani-pedis. Their prices are cheap, too—well, as far as men's haircuts go, anyway. Fourteen bucks, and customers are in and out of the chair in twenty minutes, tops. I always ha...
AUDIT TIME Roman informed Freddie that he was coming to Key West with an accountant to check on his investment. Freddie informed Thai who promised that Roman would be pleasantly surprised. Business had also taken a new turn and they now had lesbians and some straight women and men as customers. The hair product companies had supplied the shelves to stock th...
ROMEO ACCEPTS MARCEL'S OFFER Romeo slept at the salon the night that he had been evicted form his home. He knew that he had no chance to go back home as his father would never let him return. The next morning Romeo freshened up at the salon and then headed to the barber school. He would return later that day to work at the salon and by then he hoped that he...
The internet is all about efficiency. Every day, the internet transfers electronic funds from businesses buying stuff to businesses selling stuff. You can register your car online and never have to stand in that soul-crushing line at the DMV. Thanks to the internet, you can do all your Christmas shopping in an hour without leaving your desk. But most importa...
Today started out normally enough, it was a day just like any other. Boring, mundane, everlasting, just a normal day in my normal crappy little life. These boring days have melted together into almost thirty boring years. My job is the same boring desk job that so many of us have, clicking away all day on keyboards, eyes strained to read tiny words on tiny s...
It had been a quiet day at my salon this Friday. I run a small salon in a midsized town in the western U.S. I do hair styling of course, manicures and pedicures and some massage. Some of my women clients like a relaxing massage, but since I’m gay, I assure you, it’s strictly professional. Yeah, I’m gay, but I don’t really fit the stereotype of a gay h...
I hadn't planned on letting Masters get to me—it was perhaps the last thing I'd ever say I'd do. He didn't fool me a bit, the pompous, egotistical user. But there was a reason he was able to bend so many to his will. He had charisma. He also could fuck like no one else I'd ever met. I only found that out by a crooked route, though. One night, three weeks in...
Author's note: This story is also based on a request that I received via e-mail. The person making the request stated that he is French and that he enjoyed the gay life in France before moving to the U.S. He provided the fundamental story line and asked me to embellish it as the story developed. He said that he did attend college and work at a salon in Paris...
I've been single for a while. A sixty something six foot, hundred and ninety pound gay man with salt and pepper hair, a good job, and a modest paid for suburban home in a small Southern Ontario city. I'm too old for the bar scene. The music is too loud. The pretty boys aren't interested in an old fart, and I'm not interested in an unshaven, pot belly leathe...