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I'll never forget the first time he came into the shop. It was a Thursday morning just before noon and we were getting ready to close up for the day. (We're only open 'til noon on Thursday). I had the Corcoran brat in my chair, giving him his monthly buzz-cut and my partner Rob was just finishing up on Mr. Sutton, the old geyser who comes in every other Thursday for a trim. I caught my breath when he came in, thinking that this had to the hottest looking guy I'd ever seen in my life. He was probably about my age, late twenties and he was dressed in a yellow tank top and tight cut-off jean shorts. His head of thick dark curls looked like it could use some cleaning up, and his face sported what looked like at least a week's growth of coarse dark whisker. Spilling out of every opening of the shirt (top, sides, back) were tufts of thick dark hair. Jesus, this guy was about the hairiest fucker I'd ever seen, certainly the most open about displaying his hairiness. I got hard immediately, afraid that the Corcoran kid would feel my erection as I grazed against the chair where he was sitting. "I'll be right with you" I heard Rob say, and I wished I could figure out a way to have him finish up the brat so I could get this hairy hunk into my chair instead. Rob motioned the guy up into his chair, but before he could even put the cover around him the phone rang. "Maybe this is it?" he said, and I watched his face light up as he listened to the person on the other end of the line. "Okay honey, I'll be home in two minutes, you just relax!" he said, and he hung up the phone as he tore off his white barber's jacket. "It's time Dade," he said, and I told him to run along, that I'd finish up the customers and close up. "I'll call you as soon as it happens" he promised and he was out the door like a flash of lightening. "First baby?" Mrs. Corcoran asked from the chair where she sat waiting for me to finish her obnoxious kid. "Gee, how can you tell?" I joked, explaining that Rob had been a wreck for the last couple of weeks. Every time the phone rang he thought it was going to be his wife. "I'll be right with you" I said to the hairy hunk in Rob's chair. He had his arms folded over his chest and his legs were sprawled out in front of him. The muscular upper and lower appendages were as thickly blanketed with hair as his chest and shoulder were, and I couldn't believe my luck that I would get to work on him after all. I'd have to remember to give Rob's baby an extra-special present. It was five minutes before noon when Mrs. Corcoran said "Thanks Dade, see you in about a month" handing me a ten and telling me to keep the change. (Buzz cuts are only $9, even for squirmers like her kid). "Flip the sign over on your way out will you?" I asked, and she did, showing the "CLOSED" side to the public. I thought about locking the door but thought that might be a little obvious. "I'm sorry, you're trying to close. I can go somewhere else" the guy in the chair said, and I tried to make it very clear that it wasn't my intention to drive him off. "It's just that I don't want anyone else coming in, especially because Rob's left. "He seemed pretty nervous" the guy said, and I verified that "excited" was a gross understatement. "It is his first kid so I guess he's entitled to be a little wacky" I explained. "You got any kids?" he asked me and I laughed. "No, I'm not married and don't plan to be". I left out the fact that I was gay. "How about you?" "None that have caught up with me yet" he said in a joking manner. We both laughed. Still, as I draped the cover over this man's incredibly hairy shoulders and chest I couldn't help but imagine how many women he'd probably fucked and how many potential bastard children he might have fathered. "So what'll it be today" I asked, trying to keep my mind on my business. "Trim up the head a little, and give me a shave" he said. "Yeah it looks like a while since this face has seen a razor" I commented. "Yesterday morning" he said, absolutely straight- faced so that I knew he was telling the truth. "No shit!" I said, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. In barber school we'd learned that there are people who's beard can grow that fast, but I never imagined I would meet such a specimen. Of course, looking at the rest of his hairy body I could well imagine that this guy was an exceptional man in many ways. It took me quite a while to trim the thick curls on his head. They were dense and dark and springy, kind of hard to handle. Of course my shaking hands didn't help much. "You new in town?" I asked, trying to make conversation and he said he was just passing through "on business". I laughed and apologized, saying that I didn't think there was any business in this town. "Hell, Ridgeway Industries is the only thing aroound here" and he jumped in t say that he was supposed to meet with Ridgeway that very evening. "No kidding!" I said, trying not to express my surprise that this very coarse (but sexy) looking bear of a man might have dealings with the richest man in three counties. I suppose with a proper business suit to cover all his rugged hairiness, and with a clean-shaven face this guy could be presentable at a business dinner. "Dade, that's a different name" he said, and I explained that it was my mother's maiden name and that she was from the south and that first-born males are often given their mother's family name and.....I was babbling and couldn't seem to stop. Shit, this guy really had me going! I found out that his name was Chuck as I removed the first hot towel from his face and began to brush shaving cream onto it. I took a few extra swipes on my sharpening strop, knowing that a beard this coarse and heavy would require some extra work. It was well past twelve-thirty when I finished up his face and put another hot towel on it. Nervous as I was I pushed the wrong button on my chair and the top section of the chair moved down, driving his head right into my mid- section. It was only a moment, but I'm sure he could feel my hard cock under my white jacket. "What do you think?" I asked him, turning him around to see the results in the mirror. He looked great, but then again, he'd looked great to me before I cleaned him up. "All right!" he said, and I heard him say "I guess you'll be okay to do the rest" "Huh?" I said, and he explained that he'd come into our shop hoping to get some "special services" that most barber shops don't offer. I was ready to offer him whatever he wanted right then and there, but had a funny feeling that he might be an undercover cop or something. Just what I'd need is to get arrested for solicitation in a town this size. "What are you talking about?" I said, figuring that if he were to offer it I could feel certain it wasn't a trap of any kind. "Look man, my appointment with Ridgeway isn't exactly scheduled for the boardroom, it's more like in the bedroom" he said, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You see Dade, old man Ridgeway is going to give me $10,000 to fuck his wife while he watches us". "I'm normally a male stripper and Ridgeway caught my....act....in a bar in Chicago. Usually it's a "ladies only" club, but once a month we do a special performance for guys. He came backstage afterward and gave me $500 right there just for me to take my cock out and show it to him. By the next morning he'd dropped $8000 for having me come back to his hotel to do a private strip for him. Then he had me stand over him and jack off all over his face and then piss on him. When that stream hit his face his little pencil dick popped out a couple of drops of cum, but not enough to keep his young wife happy. "Holy shi-i-i-it" I said, thinking to myself that this wonderfully philanthropic man who gave money to the arts and the schools and to several community churches was a real sicko. He'd married his fourth wife just recently and she was considerable younger than him. "This is incredible, why are you telling me?" I asked him, and Chuck explained that Ridgeway's wife supposedly liked her men completely smooth-skinned. "You may have noticed that I'm not" he began and I mentioned that calling him "kind of hairy" would be ludicrous. "My gimmick for the strip show is that I pretend to be a big burly woodsman, I come out with an ax and a flannel shirt under a down jacket. I leave the stage with nothing but the ax and a little g-string to keep my cock from bouncing. "Some women are grossed out by how hairy I am, but others really dig it. Most of the guys who come to the once-a-month mens showing really get turned on by it. How about you Dade, you like my big hairy body?" he asked, reaching out and rubbing a hand over my crotch and finding that I was still hard as a rock. I yanked off the covering and put my hands on his hairy shoulders while I leaned forward and put my mouth to his. As I involuntarily (but willingly) felt my tongue being sucked into his mouth I realized that we were sitting in the middle of the barber shop with plate glass windows between us and the sidewalk. "Let's go in back" I suggested, and I at least had the presence of mind to lock the front door before racing through a draped curtain to join this furry bear in the back room of the shop. He stood in front of me and reached down to pull the tails of his tank top up. "Oh no, let me!" I said, and I slipped my hands up under the shirt to revel in the feel of his incredibly hairy belly and chest. The shirt had done little to conceal his muscles as well as his hairiness, but once I got the shirt off I was really impressed with how well put-together this guy was. "Aw shit, you're fantastic!" I said, and I moved forward to pay homage to this man who was everything I'd ever fantasized about being with. By five-o'clock in the afternoon (normal closing time on any other day) Chuck and I had spent the whole afternoon sucking and fucking and licking and rimming one another until we were exhausted. The back room was hotter than hell, and when Chuck's hairy body got coated with sweat he looked even sexier than seeing the thick fur coat dry. "How much will this afternoon cost me?" I asked as I lay my head in the thick muff of hair under his arm- pit. "This one's on the house!" he insisted, but added that he needed to be at Ridgeway's by 9:00 PM. "Great, that gives us four more hours" I said, but he burst my bubble by reminding me that we had some things to take care of before his appointment. "What things are they?" I asked naively. "About one billion dark body hairs!" he said, and I recalled that he'd said Mrs. Ridgeway preferred her men smooth-skinned. "Oh no, you wouldn't!" I said, unable to believe that anyone so hairy as Chuck would willingly part with a single sexy hair of his body. "For ten thousand bucks I'll do damned near anything!" he said. "Besides it'll grow back, and probably damned fast....maybe even thicker than before". "No, that's an old superstition" I said, but then I recalled how he'd looked earlier in the afternoon with just a day's growth on his face. Damn, looking at him now I realized that we'd have to give him another facial shave before he went over to Ridgeway's. Shaving Chuck's body was damned near as hotly erotic as having sex with him. I started with his shoulders and back, each time pausing to admire the effect when only portions of his body were extremely hairy. I shaved his belly but left the thick chest coat until after I'd done his arms. He looked great in each and every stage. I could hardly keep my hands and mouth off his luscious ass while shaving it, and in fact we did stop for a bit of a diversion while I slipped more than a straight- edge into the once furry slit of his ass. I really hated removing the thick coating from his muscular legs, but found them quite attractive based entirely on their mass of sinew. Ever so carefully I removed most of the thick bush from around his cock, leaving only a bit there before I sucked him off one more time. We have a shower in the back room and climbed in together to clean off the remnants of shaving cream and an afternoon of unbridled sex. "Here's my phone number, call me later" I said as he left the shop through the back entrance. I waited all night for him to call. Finally around dawn the phone rang and I leaped for it. "Chuck!" I shouted into the phone and heard the response "No that 's a dumb name for a girl. We've named her Diedre and she's just beautiful!" Rob said. "Congratulations partner, take the day off and stay there at the hospital" I suggested. Chuck never called. I spent the next several weeks in a real depression. Hell, I didn't even know his last name or whether he lived in Chicago or just worked there. I was tempted to call Ridgeway's wife and ask if she knew how to get hold of him, then realized that the woman probably wouldn't come right out and tell me about her paid male whore. Four weeks to the day that he first showed up at the shop I looked up at 5 minutes before noon and saw Chuck at the front door. "Sorry we're closing" Rob said, but I invited our customer in, adding that I was in no big hurry. "You go on, take your baby to the doctor for that check-up" I told him. "I'll handle things here!" There must've been something to the old superstition about shaved hair growing back thicker than before because the open front of Chuck's shirt showed a chest that appeared to be even hairier than the first time I'd seen it. It didn't take long for me to discover that the rest of his thick body coat had renewed itself as well, and just as amazingly thick. "You never called me" I said as we lay on the tiny cot in the back room after our third or fourth go-round. "I couldn't get away to use the phone" he explained, saying that Mrs. Ridgeway was very demanding. "The old man liked it so much though that he gave me a bonus and we've got a standing appointment for the first Thursday of every month. I guess that means I'll be coming to see you more often Dade". That was six months ago. Chuck moved into my place very shortly after that second afternoon of sex and shaving and, while he still goes to see Evelyn Ridgeway one night per month he belongs to me the rest of the time. By a couple of days after he visits the Ridgeway estate Chuck's already starting to get a little bit of stubble on his chest and butt. Ten days into the month and he's as coated as the average male. It's that last couple of weeks of each month though that I love the most, when Chuck goes from fairly normal to "bearly" believable. Rob has no idea that Chuck and I have become lovers and he once remarked how that guy comes in like clock-work every time on a Thursday and I always end up staying late to accommodate him. "You're a great partner" Rob said, and I was tempted to tell him just how great my REAL partner was