Big Don

Chapter 1


A couple of weeks ago I had my haircut. This time I'm going back to this

barber shop in Laurel St. at San Carlos (Bay Area guys from the

mid-Peninsula...take note) This is only my second time going to Rich's

Barber Shop. Rich, the chunky owner and only barber of the shop is a very

jolly sweet silverfox who likes making conversations with his customers. He

is probably in his late 50's or early 60s with a certain facial resemblance

to Alex Karras (Squash, James Garner's bodyguard in Victor/Victoria) but

shorter, about 5'7". A rough face, maybe a little goofy but when he smiles, he

looks sweet and amiable. It's nice that he remembered me from more than a

month

ago because my last haircut before this one was from SuperCuts. He asked me

smileing "Didn't I cut your hair before?". I surprisingly answered, "Hey you

remembered, that was a while back.". "Yes I remember you", he said .

Now there are plenty of good old barber shops in Laurel Street and I've

checked them all. About half of the barbers are silverfoxes and I've

checked all the shops but none of them has the chunkiness and friendliness

of Rich.

I was seated on the barber's chair while he was cutting my hair and we had a

nice

conversation. I asked him if he goes dancing with his wife and he said that he

likes dancing and he use to do it a lot during his younger days. Now he just

goes to Reno on his free time and gamble. He also told me about how long he's

owned the shop and that the shop is even older than he is. Now during the

conversation I made it sure that my hand is around the chair's arms, holding

the sides outside the arm. It felt great as soon as he rubbed his belly on my

arm while he was cutting my hair on the sides. He also slightly pressed his

underbelly on my hand and I think that was hot. In one of our conversations,

he mentioned about the other customer before me. I actually overheard their

conversation while I was waiting for my turn. The customer told him that he

just broke up with his wife and moved out, now staying with his friend (Now I

wonder what that meant...friend as in boyfriend? I caught the customer once

looking at me as I was waiting and reading my book) He mentioned this to me

and he further added that sometimes a man gets bored and after 10 or 15 years

of marriage, he'll just have to do what he feels, follow his heart...just like

that. If the excitement is not there anymore then one must go on to find that

somewhere else and perhaps find peace and happiness in the process.

This brought me to ask him if he plays around. Now i don't how I was able to

say that, i barely know him. Perhaps because I felt comfortable with him, and

i feel he does so too with me. I think he was also talking about his story

about the old days when he would have customers from the navy, young guys who

would tell him about their escapades. So Rich talked about when he was younger,

that he's not doing it now although in his younger years he had played once or

twice when he was married. I just said, "That's good, every once in a while

you need a break". And then he fondly added, "We're just guys. Hey, guys need

company and deserves a good time once in a while." and gave me a smile. Now,

i'm really excited on where our conversation was going. Then he mentioned

things about women, that it's hard being around them and he had enough of

them. He doesn't bother much with them. He added, "Now guys are so much

better...". They're easier to get along with right?" I interrupted.

"Right!,.." he further expained, "us guys don't have to bother with a lot of

things...I like guys, it's fun and they're good company." I don't know what he

really meant by that, maybe he was telling me that he likes the friendships

that he gets with guys, that he gets along with all of them. Now I don't know

if he was hinting that he would like to bond a relationship with them...as in

SEX! Hmmmmm....i like what we talked about. When he was done, I gave him a $2

tip ( a pick up line would be "Now would you like me to give you a $2 tip or a

6" cock? or "I don't have change for tip but I have a mouth that can change

your outlook in life"....or "suck the living daylights out of you!")

I told him if I could stay in his shop until my ride comes. He said, "Sure!,"

as he was sweeping the floor, "I saw you were dropped off earlier when you came

in" and then he proceeded to ask me about the book I was reading. That was

another conversation and he had to sit in front of me on the barber's chair

where my line of sight is facing directly almost to the height of his crotch as

I was seated on a low chair. He then excused himself to smoke outside. While

he was smoking he told me that he is going to get himself a drink by the store

next to his shop and if I want a coke. I stood up and said, "OK, I could use a

drink." We then went in to the store and he bought me a coke. The old man who

owns the tiny store was looking at me kinda puzzled...perhaps thinking..."who

is this young man with Rich?" He was watching a cheezy musical on his small

tv. Rich asked him what he was watching as he did a little silly dance in

front of me. I think that was cute.

We stepped out of the store and then sat at the bench in front of his shop. I

asked him about his children. He told me about his son who owns a card shop

and that he's very proud of him. He was also kidding with me at one point as

he tapped my right leg with his left hand. I was thinking, this may lead to

something. But alas, my ride just came by and honked. I had to say bye to

him, thanked him for the coke and told him that I had a nice time. I don't

know if that was a missed opportunity, but there will be other days, meanwhile,

before I make my next visit, perhaps Tomcat can give me some pointers (Oh

mighty Slut Sargeant...please give me advice on how I can get in grandpa's

pants). Well, Rich is off Sundays and Mondays, I wonder if he goes to the Palm

Theatre in San Mateo on Mondays to have a good time?

Anyway, that's my story. It's not raunchy as everyone would like it to be.

But it's a true story and I'm happy to share it with the list. I'm also

thinking of going to the Cardinal barber shop in Palo Alto, I think the street

it is on is Ramona. I once parked across the street from there and LO and

BEHOLD!, what a gorgeous yummy Ed Asnerish silvefox barber I saw standing

outside. He saw me looking at him too but I don't want to be obvious for I was

with someone from work. You heard it here first , so take advantage.

hugs,

yummy puppy



Chapter 2


I don't get to talk much with Dick. He's always in a meeting or out doing

marketing stuff. Sometimes he would say hi or make quick remarks when he

passes by my cubicle. Those moments are precious for me. Sometimes he would

come in the office over the weekend wearing either sweat pants or tennis

shorts...oh boy! I think he looks yummy in those. Dick would be one of the

guys I would miss if ever I quit my job. I would say that he is one of the

nicest boss I ever had.

Last year I posted a series of stories about one of our consultants in the

office, a short, sweet, chubby, retired Lebanese silverfox named Fred, who I

made nice friendships and had brief moments with (but not as intimate as i

wanted it to be). He resembles somewhat like Danny Devito in size and hair but

more adorable and a little taller. His facial features, I should say resembles

Dr. Anthony Schembri (see his pic at http://www.motss.org/sfpix/new/2000-02-05/

). We met again recently at our office Christmas luncheon and we gave each

other a big tight embrace in front of other people! Our cheeks rubbed each

other and I attempted to give him half a kiss. He never came back to work for

us but he is a friend of everybody just the same.

Then there's Jonathan, a Persian silverfox in his early 60s. Sometimes I would

call him Jon. He is somewhat of a jackass. He would call me names sometimes

downright insulting so I would call him names too. He enjoys teasing me and

giving me a hard time. He would hit me with an open palm behind my head,

squeeze my neck or shoulders really hard from behind when i'm seated in front

of my computer, would throw stuff at me, pull my chair down and also pretend

that he's going to hit me. He is a bully. We've wrestled each other a couple

of times in the office. We've tried hitting each other in a playful way

(although he hits kinda hard and if i hit harder he'll hit me back even harder

and he's bigger than I am so I just give up, I respect my elders you know).

When he was new and we got introduced by the boss, I knew I saw something in

his eyes and felt something the way he squeezed my hand during the handshake.

But then I could be imagining things.

Anyway, he would let me put my hands on his shoulder when he is seated either

in front of his computer or the drafting table. I would massage his neck and

shoulders and he'd like it. He would do the same with me and I can feel a

great warmth of caressing. He would even ask me very nicely if he needs a

favor. Just today he actually begged for me to come to work tomorrow (Sunday!)

to help him with his deadline. He had taken me out to lunch a few times and he

offerred lunch again if I come in tomorrow. I can't resist a silverfox begging

so I agreed to come to work. I don't know why I put up with him. Maybe

because of the very butch charm that he exudes. He's a hairy guy but he is not

chunky. I should probably say he is on the stocky side with a bit of beer

belly and about 5'-6" tall. His facial resemblance would be a cross between

Placido Domingo and Tony Shalhoub http://www.cafearabica.com/people/

peoshalho12x1.html). He resembles more of this Italian character actor who's

name I can't remember. During his first few weeks at work, whenever we pass

each other in the hallway, we would playfully hit each other either in the

shoulder, chest, or tummy. We would also catch looking at each other from

across the room and then he would wink at me at times. Also, he had pinched or

squeezed my inner thigh (close to my crotch actually) a few times, like when he

pretends that he is mad at me. He had slapped me on the butt one time as I

stepped out of the office and he bumped into me coming in. I looked at him (i

think i turned red because I felt that it was more than a slap) and he said

with a smirk on his face, "You lazy bum, where do you think you're going?". He

had pulled me towards him by grabbing the front of my pants so that his fingers

were actually inside my pants, while I was holding his hand in an attempt to

struggle from his grip. While I was under his desk disconnecting the wires

from his computer such that my butt was sticking out, he extended his feet and

put it between my legs and touching my crotch.

A few times when we do some playful punching he would intentionally go for my

crotch and so I would do the same to him. I should say he got me there a few

times but he was gentle. I never managed to hit him there because he would

defend pretty well, although I wish I could because sometimes when he needs

help with the computer and I am there kneeling beside him I can't help but

notice the package in his tight pants. He does have big balls and they look

delicious! We've talked about sex several times. Once he mentioned that he

can't go drink with the guys because he has this masturbation party he had to

go to. I asked him to elaborate because I wanted to attend one of these days.

Of course, he just calls it like that and he was joking. We also talked about

how far he could shoot, the size of his cock, about the threesome he had one

time, blowjobs - whether it's sex or not, and if Monica Lewinsky swallowed the

presidential cum or not. He also lent me the swimsuit edition of his Sports

Illustrated and surfed the internet one time with some porn stuff on his

computer (this was when it was the only two of us on a weekend at the office).

I have been to his apartment twice to fix his computer, the first time his wife

wasn't there but we didn't make any moves. There were no attempts, but it was

quite an opportunity because his computer is in his bedroom. One time, he was

wearing plenty of cologne, so I went up really close to him to sniff it on his

neck, he pushed me a bit saying "not too close!". Also when we were drinking

one time and we were seated next to each other, I rubbed my leg against his but

he pulled it away. I have had mixed signals the past few months so maybe he's

getting uncomfortable with what he is doing. But that's ok, my interest with

him has waned and he sometimes turn me off for being cold at times.

Then one day, I saw this yummy chunky silverfox who walked across my cubicle

and wondered who he is. I keep overhearing him talking to our project

supervisor. Don was introduced in the staff meeting and I kept glancing at him

trying to check him out. First I said to myself, "Not bad". We never got

formally introduced but one day he walked into my cubicle and introduced

himself to me. He wanted me to help him out with some construction details and

emails he had to send over to a contractor. We immediately clicked. He has

quite a personality. Very butch regular blue-collar type of a man (in a white

collar job). Always a funny remark whenever I talk to him. He is rough and

sometimes crass but in a pleasant way.

Chapter 3


It has been a while since I last posted my Big Don series. Here is the

continuation.

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In architectural drawings we use grids to determine the column locations in

a plan. The grids are numbered and these numbers have a circle around it.

These are called grid bubbles. One day I visited Big Don in his office and

saw him working on the drawings, checking for some discrepancies on the

plans based on the documentations that he received from our consultants. I

noticed that the drafting was pretty bad for the drawings. The grid bubbles

were huge for the scale. I pointed that out to him that he should make a

remark on that and he shouldn't let that go away. I was giving him a hard

time about it and before I made a motion to leave his office i told him

"Just make these guys change those bubbles, they're awfully huge!". I was

about to leave when he made a sly comment, "I have a bubble here you can

burst!". That took me by surprise and I didn't know how to respond. I just

giggled and he still had a big smile in his face, then i went up to him and

gently punched his arm. I thought to myself, "Oh my god, was that a pick up

line?!" That day it was all I was thinking. I thought that I should have

said "Oh yeah! promises, promises." or perhaps "I sure could and I would

love to!". There are plenty of comebacks that I could have said to him but I

my mind froze that instant. I just got nervous. I was totally regretting it

the whole day. That would have been the chance for me to know exactly how he

feels about me. But somehow it sort of confirms my suspicions that he is, at

least, bi-curious. If you visited the link that I posted recently with his

pic on it wearing a checked shirt, that was taken in his office and that was

same desk that he was working on when we had this conversation. The same

day before this incident, I remember making a suggestive remark to him and

he just smiled. That was probably enuf for him to make the comment he just

made.


His wife, Teri, came to our office one Friday. When I first saw her, my

gaydar just went off pretty loud. I do think that his wife is a lesbian.

We also immediately clicked together. She wears a haircut like a lesbian,

wears black shirt and pants with very butch black boots, and she acts pretty

masculine for a woman. I was reading “marriage of convenience” written all

over their faces. Teri and I have become e-mail pals. We would exchange

emails in the office everyday. I would tell her my experiences with his

chubby hubby in the office and how he is doing. She would share some things

about her and Don. We have shared pretty much info about our lives through

email.


Anyway, I had to come in one Saturday to do some work. And when I got to

the office I was glad to see Big Don in his office wearing only a grey

t-shirt and sweatpants. He was seated and had his back turned so he didn’t

see me. I creeped up behind him and grabbed his big belly as I exclaimed

plenty lau-lau!” Boy was he startled, but I has horny having felt his

burly tummy through his t-shirt. Never felt Big Don like that so much. He

turned chair around to face me and greeted me while he was giggling. His

huge package was very obvious, especially when he is seated (thank God for

sweatpants!). I kept glancing at them and imagined how I can dig my face

in them. They really look soooo scrumptious!! We still don’t have

partitions in my desk area and while I was working on my desk, he pulled a

chair in front of it and sat there with his legs wide open. My lunch meal

is right in front of me ready for the taking! He wanted to make

conversation but it’s hard for me to concentrate with this hunk teasing me

like that. He asked me to check his computer because he has been having

problems. So we went to his office and he sat on his chair while I went

under his desk to check the back of his computer for connections. Oh my, oh

my! I am under his desk on my knees. He has a good view of my round butt.

I am on the same level as his bulgy crotch and we are too close together

while his legs are spread open as if he is ready to be serviced. I was

actually kneeling between his legs!!! My heart was pumping and I’m a little

bit uncomfortable at the same time horny. “This is not right”, I said to

myself, “ but I love what’s happening!” I looked up to him while he was

saying something but my mind was in the fantasy world that I didn’t know how

to respond. I tried not to look at his crotch because he was directly

looking at me and I don’t want to be obvious that I want to suck him so bad.

To make matters worse, he lifted his right leg and placed it on top of his

desk so as to signal in offering his sausage and meatballs for my lunch.

Aaaaaaargh!!! It was too much for me. I was thinking several things at one

time, the computer problem, the things he was saying, suggestive things I

want to say, how to work up the courage in taking the initiative grab his

crotch….I was at a lost for words when it was my turn to respond to him.

All I can muster is to place my hand on his other leg and tell him that his

computer is working fine and that all he had to do is to reboot it. We were

looking each other in the eye and I tried to avoid looking down at his

crotch as my heart pumped so loud I bet he could even hear it himself. He

was probably waiting for me to look anyway so he can make another move.

Then he took his foot off the table, brought his leg down and said “Better

be working or daddy will beat the crap out of you.” Still kneeling in front

of him, I asked him if I can do anything else for him before I get back to

my work. He just said. “I could sure use a nice mouth around my cock to

drain my nuts so full it’s going to explode”. Nope…he didn’t say that…that

was me fantasizing and wish he heard my thoughts. “Thank you my man, now I

can get my work done.” That’s what he really said.


It was difficult to concentrate on my work that day. I was thinking of what

transpired earlier. If we were not alone (there were a couple of other guys

around although they are inside their offices), I’d probably be working on

his fat cock and big balls like there’s no tomorrow. Later, he went up to

me and made conversation again telling me that he’s done and ready to leave.

As he walk away, I was checking his round butt so defined in those sweats.

He looked back and pretended to moon me, bending over and as if he was

pulling his sweatpants. He smiled and I smiled back saying, “You are such a

clown!”. I know, I know, I should have said… “Nice butt, c’mon show me the

money!” or something to that effect but I wanted to sound professional. I

was still mesmerized by the experience and he’s still playing with me. I’m

sure he knows what’s going on and I think he is enjoying it.



Chapter 4


I have a sneaking suspicion that Big Don knew what he was doing to me.

What's interesting is that he is having fun with it. It seems that he might

be bi-curious. Like I mentioned before, he confessed that he likes me when

we were waiting for our order in a restaurant. Of course, that could be

more than just "liking" me, he would probably want to go further and do some

"licking" with me.


The first picture you saw of me in my photo gallery site, I was sitting in

front of a computer that I was troubleshooting and I was wearing a navy blue

sweatshirt. He took that picture. Later when I got up my chair and was

done fixing the computer, he also got off his chair and walked over to me as

i was still facing the computer. Then he gave me a big bear hug from

behind. BOY! I LOVED THAT!! I don't know what was that for but we both let

out a grunt as he locked me in a tight hug for about 5 seconds. He was

repeating my name also as he did it. I in turn held his arm in a warm

caressing manner as he hugged me. That made my day that time. And there

was a big smile from both of us.


Just this week, I emailed his wife about how much I am in debt right now

from the current stock market plunge and might need more money to meet my

margin. I joked to her about how much tricks charges nowadays and she

responded, "It depends on what you can do." Yesterday, I got an email from

her with the subject, "SUCKING"....then she asks in the message, "How far

down are you". I responded politely and didn't make suggestive comments on

her subject header because I really don't want the conversation to go that

explicit with her. I e-mailed her back telling her that "I'm going to gut

it out, and as Big don would always say...SUCK it up big guy!". Then she

responded, " Big Don likes to say that but when you say it to him, he

doesn't like it". Hmmmmm, does that mean that he only wants to be sucked

off? Whenever Big Don sees a nice looking broad walk by he would form his

lips and make a sucking sound with them, like he is giving a blowjob. I

would laugh at him. To some that would be disgusting but to me, I find that

erotic. One time I imitated him and he laughed too, he said I was bad and

ask me where I learn these things.


It was the day before St Patrick's day when I asked Big Don what his ethnic

background is. He said that he is part Irish and part Dutch. That's even

better, I don't know what but it seems that I have a bit of a preference

with Irish (or Scottish or German) men. Now, if only he sports the accent

as well, that would really do it for me. I asked him, "Hey, were you, your

dad, or your grandpa a beat cop at one point?" and he jokingly responds,

"Oh yeah!, Irish beat cops!" "You'd make a good-looking Irish beatcop", I

added. Then to my surprise he blurted, "Wanna blow my whistle?!" With a

big grin on his face. OH MY GOD!!!!! I know he meant it as a joke but I

don't know how much of that was a real proposition, or maybe I know but I'm

sure he could see the big smile on my face as soon as he muttered those

words. I believe he saw me turn red too, noticed my embarrassment and again

I was speechless as I looked at him. I just shook my head, and told him how

much a horndog he is. I guess i'm just not used to an office environment or

probably my ineptness in dealing with the situation that I know our beloved

Tomcat would have handled with aplomb. And although no one else was around

in his office, I couldn't make a suggestive response to those words. I

could have said in a flippant manner, "Well...if you have $20...", or "Not

here, maybe in a more private place." It might be that he was waiting for

me to say that. That would have been the opening for me. He already put

his foot on the door and all I had to do was grab the door by the knob and

pull it open, letting him in. But instead I didn't do anything to help him.


Speaking of $20, there was also a time when I stepped out of the building

and I saw him driving off the car lot with his pick-up truck. He saw me

coming out so he drove up to me and beckoned me to come over. I walked over

to his truck and asked him where he was going...he wanted me to join him in

his truck and ride with him to go to the project site where he needed to

drop off some documents. I thought quick this time "It'll cost you $20 for

a...(as i opened my mouth in a round shape and moved my right hand as it was

giving a blowjob)". He smiled and bargained, "$10!!!". "That's too cheap

man I'm good and worth more than that.", I replied. A better line would

have been, "Because you are my first customer I'll give it to your for free.

And because it's 12noon I could save on the expense of lunch by swallowing."

Anyway, he was laughing as he drove off.


We seldom have lunch anymore because he brings lunch now. He would ask me,

usually on a Friday. I was sort of looking forward to it yesterday but we

both got too busy so we didn't have the time to go together. The week

before, he took me to this Mexican restaurant in Santa Clara, to an old

predominantly Hispanic area. After lunch, we drove to a parking lot that

was used to be a docking place for yatchs. We took pictures of us using

his digital camera. That parking lot was quite a secluded area and I saw

straight couples parked there. I told Big Don that i think it was a place

of rendezvous or a place to get a good blowjob in someone's car and he

agreed. I took more pictures of Big Don in his truck while he was

driving...I also took a picture of his crotch! Now I don't know what his

wife would say about that. She would have to process the pictures and send

them to us via email later. I have not brought it up with his wife yet.