My Barbershop Experience - Opowiadania Erotyczne

My Barbershop Experience

... passing outside on the courtyard could see in as well. Four completely naked guys and two – soon to be three – of them with totally shaved bodies setting on cushions on the floor around a table eating and drinking, all in com-plete view of anyone that might be passing by on the outside! He had turned the table at an angle to the window so that all four of us could look out and watch as his neighbours – mostly men, but some women, some gay some straight – began to come home from work. Some of them would glance inside as they passed and smile and wave to Tony.

Tony of course would smile and exchange their silent greetings. Tony acted as though it was nothing out of the ordinary for clothed people to pass by and look in on four naked men eat-ing supper. The other hand, the three of us were finding it terribly erotic.

To add to the eroticism of the meal, when our hands got greasy from holding the chicken, we followed Tony’s example and instead of using those dinky paper-napkins, we just simply dried our greasy hands on our chest and thighs. After all our bodies were already sweaty from our afternoon escapades. Before we had finished eating, the black hair on David’s chest and thighs was getting pretty well plastered to his body.

It reminded me of an ancient Roman orgy feast. Since Tony didn’t seem to be worried about it all, I decided to go with it and enjoy the whole thing, too. Soon I found out that I was not the only one turned on. When Tony got up to take a piss ...

... (How was he going to be able to piss with that hard-on, I wondered.) and to get us more beer, he made no attempt to hide either his hard cock nor the pre-cum coating his PA. He did this even though he could be seen clearly by several of his neighbours who by now had returned poolside. Only this time they were naked themselves – and not a few, I noticed – were smoothies as well. Seeing Tony, Hal and Da-vid were encouraged to follow his lead and they took turns taking a piss with the same hard-on problem. But when you had had as many beers as those three had had this afternoon, the I guess the urge was – shall we say – urgent.

By the time we had finished eating all the chicken, we not only were rubbing our greasy hands on our chest and thighs, but we were boldly greasing our cocks and balls as well while eating.

The interesting thing about all this was the fact that it was done without a word being said about the sexual energy in the room. Instead we carried on an ordinary conversation, getting acquainted. Finding out where we worked, what classes we were taking in college. (It turned out that Hal and David were still in college.), what classes they were taking and all that kind of thing.

It turned out that the three of them worked out at the same gym – which is where the three of them had met. They the reasons they liked the gym, was that not only was it well equipped, but it could have a rather relaxed dress code, because it had an all-male membership. Shoes were not ...