The Barber of Canterbury

When I first entered that old barbershop, I felt like I'd stepped back in time. Everything in that barbershop was frozen in a time before I was even born, and the tools of the trade were neatly arranged on the solid wood furniture, like in a museum. On the walls, between mirrors and prints of ancient Rome, vintage calendars hung with images of stunning celebrities from those distant years, so beautiful they didn't need Photoshop to excite you and make you dream. The place is always crowded, but most of the older patrons sitting in the comfortable chairs aren't there to get a haircut, but simply to engage in conversations that, unlike those at other barbershops, aren't about football or politics, but almost exclusively about sex. The first few times I found myself there, listening to those tales of betrayal and sordid sex stories involving everyone from the parish priest to the unsuspecting newsagent, I thought they were just the fantasies of dirty old men who'd read the Canterbury Tales too many times, but then, over time, I realized it was all true. Those older men weren't ashamed to talk about their lives and their sexual experiences, even if they were decidedly bisexual. One day, after they'd all recounted their youthful bisexual experiences, they asked me to talk about mine, too. Before I could finish saying I hadn't had any, one of them stopped me, telling me that with a butt and a feminine body like mine, it was impossible for me not to have had them. At that point, I admitted that I'd had some brief contact in the showers with an older man attracted to my butt, and they, satisfied, continued their tales. That same evening, I passed by the barbershop as it was closing, and the barber motioned for me to come in, sliding under the half-closed shutter. As soon as I entered, the man in his seventies told me directly that he wanted to see my ass, and before I could answer, his hands were already undoing my pants, which soon fell to the floor, followed by my underwear. He began to fondle my ass with his right hand, while with his left he freed his cock and showed it to me, telling me that he usually had to take Cialis to get it that hard, and that my ass had worked wonders. He hugged me from behind, making me feel all his desire, and when he told me he wanted me so much, I gave myself to him. I knew full well that he would tell the others, and it excited me. That event made me fully part of their group, and this allowed me to learn about exciting events involving people in the neighborhood, which I want to share with you here. Some events involve members of the Church, and I hope this doesn't upset anyone, but then again, recent history and news have often dealt with similar events, giving rise to famous novels and films.