Breed That Barber

Baby Bear had a hot haircut appointment with Bbad Barber. Sitting in the chair getting a buzz, he couldn’t help getting worked up under the cape. The sound of the clippers. The smell of the beard balm. The feeling of the head tingles. As his elbow gently nudged the barber’s bulge, his own dick grew rock solid and he freed it from its underwear confinement. He stroked it under the cape, getting more and more turned on. His arm continued to graze the barber’s growing chub. Bbad grabbed a handful, adjusting and rubbing it. When he finished the fresh cut, he removed the cape to reveal Baby Bear’s raging stiffy, and said that’s all the payment he needed. Happy to hump his barber for services rendered, Baby Bear stripped down to his sneakers, as did Bbad, and invited the young tradesman to sit on his lap on the swivel chair. Bbad climbed on board, spit on his fingers, wet his ready hole, and slid down on Baby’s shaft bareback. Their bodies became one in the barber chair. Bbad was instantly at full mast, his raging erection gliding through the forest of fur on Baby Bear’s tatted chest. He took his raw cock completely, balls deep, and began riding him triumphantly. Baby held onto his sexy body, Bbad gripped the back of the chair, and they fucked ferociously. The spanks, the spit, the sloppy lip smacking kisses - such a symphony of sexy sounds. Not to mention the sex slaps filling the room every time their flesh met in fucking sync. Baby Bear cradled Bbad as he lifted him off the chair, turned him around, and without words told him he was about to fuck him in doggie. Bbad instinctively bent over the back of the barber chair and gave his hole to the hot top. Armed with more spit and a sex drive that wouldn’t quit, Baby Bear shoved his dick inside Bbad once more and thrust to high heaven. From underneath, the most spectacular view of their sex. Bbad’s hairy, inviting hole welcomed Baby’s hard pounding push. Both their ballsacks drew tight with the screwing, boners rigid and bouncing.