A trip to the barber turns into something more
My parents separated right after school ended and they
shipped me off to my grandparents. They live in a small
town in northern New Jersey; I’d been there one week
and was already tired of just hanging around the house.
I missed my best friend, Mark. Just the thought of Mark
made my cock begin to harden. Damn, I thought, not a
fucking thing to do.
“Why don’t you get a haircut,” my grandmother said as
she cleared the breakfast table. “I hear they’re
wearing it short again. I never did like long hair on
men. Sometimes you can’t tell …