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.