Pinkie's Salon - Sex Stories

Pinkie's Salon

I had met my boyfriend in a gay club. We knew straight away from first sight that we were going to end up in bed together that night. Sure enough, after sticking our hands down the other's trousers and feeling each other up in the club, by the early hours of the morning we were inside his apartment, naked on his bed, sixty-nining.

That was four weeks ago and although we are in no way in love yet I would say we have more than just a physical attraction. There is activity outside of the bedroom as well as in it. We visit places, we eat in restaurants together, we've introduced each other to our friends. An activity he has recently arranged for us is a joint visit to a salon.

We are both somewhat effeminate men but not overly womanly. If you saw either one of us walking down the street you'd identify us as gay. Yet a salon visit was new to me. I had been to gay-friendly barbers before who gossiped the happenings on the homosexual underworld and who gave me cuts which we either gay or androgynous leaning, but a salon visit was uncharted territory for me. But my boyfriend assured me that this salon visit would be nothing like I had dreamt of before...

We walked down the street hand-in-hand from his apartment and about ten minutes later we were outside a shop front. The sign above it was pink and the wording, in gold lettering, read 'Pinkie's Salon'. Signage displayed on the window exclaimed the services offered - 'Cuts, styles and custom jobs - exclusively for men.' It ...

... couldn't have been less thinly veiled if it tried. It was a gay salon. Behind the window and the glass in the door were pink satin curtains that prevented anyone on the street from looking in.

My boyfriend pressed a buzzer on the door and after a few moments the door unlocked. We walked in, down a short corridor, no doubt to prevent any nosy individuals on the street from looking in on the actual interior itself. We walked through another door and entered Pinkie's Salon proper.

Naked or lightly dressed men were throughout the salon. The vast majority of customers were effeminate or more sub-leaning gays. Mirrors lined the walls. Pink and gold was the prevailing colour scheme throughout. A man in a white smock greeted us as we entered.

"Welcome to Pinkie's Salon, gentlemen. I am Pinkie. I believe it is a joint booking for two, close together?"

My boyfriend confirmed this.

"Of course, right this way, gentlemen."

We followed Pinkie to a changing room. We undressed. As we re-entered the salon floor we reached down and gave a quick tug on the other's penis. Pinkie then led us to two salon chairs, situated armrest to armrest.

"Now, gentlemen, would you prefer a back passage accessory today?"

I looked to my boyfriend who stated that we would.

"Excellent, gentlemen."

Pinkie clicked his fingers and a few seconds later a young employee arrived holding a briefcase. He open it up. Inside were an assortment of dildos. My boyfriend picked for us the seven inch ...