Sex in the Barracks Barbershop

My name is Darío, and this happened years ago, back when there were still routines that broke your body and left your head full of hunger. Hunger for sleep, for getting out, for drinking, and also for fucking. I’d already had plenty of experience before joining the barracks: women, the occasional man, blowjobs on the sly, and more than one bout of horniness taken care of wherever I could. I wasn’t a novice, but I didn’t go around telling people about it either.

When I ended up spending a season in a barracks on the outskirts, I thought desire would dry up from exhaustion. During the first few weeks, it almost did. Training, orders, quick showers, bunks, sweat, shouting, and sleep. I collapsed every night, barely having enough strength left to jerk off under the blanket.

But the body always comes back asking for what it wants.

Once I started adapting, I began noticing everything with different eyes. In the showers, the tight asses under their trousers, the looks that lasted a second too long, the touch that didn’t seem accidental. Some of them slipped into town to look for whores. I’ve never liked paying to come. I preferred the tension beforehand, the hunt, that feeling that the other person wants it too but doesn’t dare say so.

The clue came to me one afternoon in the canteen. Two fellow soldiers were talking quietly, convinced nobody could hear them.

—The barber gets too close to you —one of them said—. The other day he pressed up behind me, and it didn’t feel like an accident.

The other let out a nervous laugh.

—Well, if he keeps it up, one day I’ll cut his dick off for him.

They said no more, but that was enough for me. I’d already noticed the barracks barber. Thin, delicate hands, a soft way of speaking, attentive eyes. One of those men who seem discreet until you look closely and notice the contained trembling of someone who is always measuring the risk.

That same week, I looked for the right moment. I waited until the last hour, when almost nobody was still wandering along the corridor, and showed up at the barbershop with the perfect excuse.

—Do me a favor and trim me up a bit —I said—. I’m going out on leave tomorrow, and if they see me like this, they’re going to ruin my afternoon.

He looked me up and down, assessing whether I was serious or merely looking for conversation. He smiled faintly.

—Okay. But I’m closing now. If someone else comes in behind you, I’m dead.

He went to the door, slid the bolt, and lowered the inside shutter a little. That gesture turned me on more than any words could have.

I sat in the chair, and he draped the cloth over my chest, fastening it around my neck with unnecessary care. His fingers brushed my nape. I looked up at the mirror and saw him avoid my eyes for only a moment before starting the clippers.

The barbershop was small and hot, smelling of cheap cologne, freshly cut hair, and old tobacco. He worked close to me, too close for me not to feel his thigh brushing my shoulder whenever he changed angles. At first I did nothing. I just talked about silly things—the leave, the food, the routine. I wanted to give him room. I wanted to see if he would dare.

He didn’t.

So I did.

I let my arm fall over the side of the chair and searched for his crotch under the pretext of shifting position. The first brush was slight, barely the fabric of my sleeve against the bulge in his trousers. He noticed the contact instantly. I saw it in the mirror: his lips pressed together, his breathing cut short. But he didn’t move away.

I did it again. More slowly. This time I held the contact for a second longer, dragging my forearm along him. He kept running the clippers over my nape as if nothing were happening, though he was no longer cutting straight. His package was beginning to show.

There you are, I thought.

I slipped my hand beneath the cloth, spread my legs slightly, and squeezed my cock through my trousers. I wanted him to see me doing it in the reflection. I wanted to push him to the edge.

He stood in front of me to check the cut, but what he really wanted was to show me the erection already straining his trousers. I slowly raised my hand and grabbed his balls through the fabric.

—Does this come with the service too? —I asked him with a smile.

He went completely still. His face was red and his mouth hung open.

—If it bothers you, I’ll stop.

He gave the slightest shake of his head.

I squeezed his package, enjoying the way it grew harder beneath my palm.

—That’s what I thought.

I pulled him toward me by the belt and planted a direct kiss on him, no testing the waters. It took him a fraction of a second to react. Then he opened my mouth with his and returned the kiss with an anxiety that hid nothing. We kissed hard, clumsy at first, and then with real hunger, rubbing lips and tongues as if we’d been wanting it for weeks.

I unbuttoned his trousers. He exhaled through his nose, almost a moan. I slipped my hand inside and pulled out his cock. It wasn’t huge, but it was hard and pretty, the head already wet. I stroked it a couple of times while looking him in the eyes.

—Fuck —he murmured—. I didn’t know if you were serious.

—Now you know.

I pulled the cloth away from my neck, let it fall, and leaned forward from the chair. I grabbed him by the hips and took his cock into my mouth in one go, hot and taut, with the clean, salty taste of someone who’d been holding it in for hours. He jolted and braced himself against the backrest so he wouldn’t fold over.

I like sucking cock when the other guy doesn’t pretend. And that man pretended nothing. I ran my tongue over the head, slowly down the shaft, spat on it properly, and started jerking him off while taking him deeper and deeper. He snorted, bit his knuckles, and kept glancing at the door as if half the barracks might walk in at any moment.

—You bastard —he said through his teeth—. You suck so good.

I answered with another deeper blowjob. I let him push only slightly, very gently, just enough to feel him beginning to trust himself. When I pulled his cock out, my tongue did the rest, licking the tip and frenulum until I had him trembling.

It didn’t take long. It was obvious he’d gone too many days with his cum building up. He pulled me away with a trembling hand.

—Wait, wait... I’m going to come.

I gave him two more quick handjobs, and he came onto the floor, panting, shooting thick jets while I kept squeezing the base to draw out every last contraction. He stayed bent over, his forehead against the mirror, breathing as if he’d just run an entire track.

I was still hard beneath my trousers, about to burst.

—Now it’s my turn —I told him.

He turned around, still breathing hard, and looked at me with a new, dirtier smile.

—Do you want me to suck you, or would you rather fuck me?

I didn’t need to think.

—I want to put it in you.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a condom and a jar of Vaseline. I laughed when I saw how prepared he was.

—Well, well, the barber plans ahead.

—You never know when some guy with an urge to fuck my ass is going to show up.

We kissed again while he opened my trousers. He pulled out my cock and stroked it slowly, without rushing, sliding the foreskin up and down until I was hard as a rock. Then he turned around and leaned against the bench along the wall. He spread himself with his fingers, pushing two in at once and lubricating the entrance well.

His ass was tight and round, almost obscene on such a thin body. I put on the condom, coated myself thoroughly, and brought the tip to him. As soon as I brushed against him, he arched his back.

—Don’t keep me waiting.

I pushed in slowly. The ring squeezed hard, and I had to stop for a second while he let out a hoarse whimper. I gripped his waist and moved forward again, millimeter by millimeter, feeling him swallow me. When I was all the way in, he let out a mixture of moan and curse, and I stayed still, savoring that wet pressure squeezing my entire cock.

—Fuck... like that —he said—. Move.

I started with short strokes, staying in control. Pulling halfway out and pushing back in. Again. And again. Each thrust opened his ass a little more and made me hungrier. By the third minute I was really fucking him, holding him by the hips, pounding against his ass with a dry sound that filled the barbershop.

He leaned back to offer me more, moving his ass in search of my thrusts.

—Harder, you bastard.

I obeyed. I drove into him balls-deep, over and over, never taking my eyes off the way he opened to receive me. I lowered one hand and grabbed his cock, jerking him in time with my thrusts. That drove him crazy. He moaned shamelessly, his voice broken, saying filthy things that made me even hotter.

—Fuck me... like that... don’t stop... fuck, yes...

I couldn’t hold out much longer. When I felt the rising sensation in my belly, I sped up, drove in a couple of savage thrusts, and came inside the condom with my cock buried to the hilt, gripping his hip so hard that afterward I saw my fingers imprinted on his skin. I stayed still, breathing against his back, until I softened a little.

When I pulled out, he turned around and kissed me with a strange calmness for what we’d just done.

—My name’s Iván —he said.

—Darío.

He smiled.

—All right, Darío. Next time I want to try your ass.

—We’ll talk about it next time.

Next time came sooner than I expected.

***

For several days, Iván tested the waters with me in the corridors and the canteen, with looks and double entendres only the two of us understood. He also started telling me who was who. Who let himself be touched when he was drunk, who only wanted to be sucked, who talked big and swallowed even more. The barbershop turned out to be a confessional with scissors. Everyone passed through there, and he knew half the barracks.

One afternoon he said quietly:

—Eight o’clock tonight. Knock on the door. I’ll be closed.

I was punctual. He opened with a conspiratorial smile, and I saw we weren’t alone. Sitting on the bench was another soldier, broader, with a soft belly, a friendly face, and eyes full of pure vice. Iván introduced us.

—This is Mauro.

Mauro shook my hand without taking his eyes off my mouth.

They’d managed to get a bottle of anise liqueur and three plastic cups. We had a couple of drinks, talked about anything and everything, and, as usually happens when three adults are horny and have no time to waste, the conversation quickly ended up exactly where it had to.

—I don’t hide it —Mauro said—. I like men.

I shrugged.

—I like bodies. If they turn me on, I fuck them.

Iván burst out laughing.

—After the way he sucked me the other day, this guy didn’t come here to debate.

He moved toward Mauro and kissed him in front of me, holding his face in his hands. Mauro responded instantly, swallowing the kiss hungrily. Watching two men make out like that, so close to me, got me rock-hard. I wasn’t about to play the spectator.

I lowered my zipper, pulled out my cock, and grabbed Iván’s wrist to bring his hand to it. He started jerking me off almost without thinking, still kissing Mauro, and a second later they both knelt in front of me as if they’d rehearsed it.

One mouth on the head and another licking underneath the shaft. Then they switched. Then they kissed, sharing my taste, and came back to me. My hands were busy with their nipples, twisting and pinching them until they were hard. I loved watching them play with each other while using me in the middle.

Mauro ended up swallowing my entire cock. He sucked slowly and deeply, with an obscene, unhurried technique, as if he wanted to draw out all my accumulated tension drop by drop. Iván kissed my neck, bit my jaw, and whispered filthy things in my ear.

—I told you I wanted your ass.

I grabbed the back of his neck and stared straight at him.

—Then earn it.

That turned him on. They pulled my trousers and underwear down to my ankles. Iván got behind me, spread my cheeks with his hands, and ran his tongue over my ass without the slightest delicacy. I felt the hot wetness on my sphincter, and my legs went weak. Mauro kept working my cock, alternating tongue and lips without stopping for even a second.

Iván opened me with a well-lubricated finger. He pushed it in slowly, then withdrew and went in again, pushing a little farther each time. I moaned through clenched lips, not from pain but from sheer anticipation. He put in a second finger and moved them firmly inside me, working my ass while Mauro brought me to the limit with that indecent blowjob.

—I’m going to come if you keep that up —I warned.

Mauro pulled my cock out just in time, and the two of them jerked me off together, each with one hand, until I came in jets across my own abdomen and the floor. The release left me trembling.

—Now —Iván said.

He cleaned me off as best he could, put on a condom, and spread more Vaseline between my cheeks. Then he sat in the swivel chair and pulled me toward him.

I understood immediately. I turned my back to him and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I felt the tip opening me, then the shaft, then all that hardness entering inch by inch while I breathed deeply and let myself sink. When I had taken him completely, I braced my hands on his thighs and started moving up and down.

Fuck, the way he went in. He’d already prepared me well, and the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort. I bounced on him while Mauro positioned himself in front of me, his stiff cock level with my face.

I grabbed it and started licking. First the tip. Then all of it. Then I took it into my mouth while continuing to ride Iván. It was a demanding, awkward, sweaty position, and that was exactly why it turned me on twice as much. I had one cock in my throat and another drilling my ass. I didn’t need anything else.

Iván held me by the waist and started thrusting from below. Mauro grabbed my hair to set the rhythm of the blowjob. Between them, they used me without brutality, but without gentleness either. I moaned around Mauro’s cock and felt saliva run down my chin while the other man fucked me harder and harder.

We changed positions because I could no longer coordinate my body. I stood up, bent over the bench, and Mauro stood in front of me so I could keep sucking him. Iván, behind me, lifted one of my legs and started pounding me with real force. Every blow made my head bob forward and forced me to swallow more cock. It was perfect. Dirty, urgent, animal.

Mauro let out short moans while I sucked him. Iván was completely unrestrained behind me.

—Fuck, you’re tight, you son of a bitch.

He gave me a sharp slap on the ass and then drove back in to the hilt. I could only brace myself more firmly on my elbows and let him fuck me. I felt his thrusts getting faster and clumsier. He was coming. He gave one last brutal thrust and stayed buried inside me while he unloaded with a hoarse growl.

I pulled away as best I could and collapsed into the chair again, my ass throbbing and my cock half-hard once more. The break didn’t last.

Mauro was already impatient. He told Iván it was his turn now, put on a condom, and pushed him against the bench with a naturalness that revealed plenty of practice. Iván let him do it, opening himself to receive him. I, still panting, stayed in front of them, watching as Mauro drove into him in one stroke and started fucking him without hesitation.

The sight pushed me to the edge again. I grabbed my cock and masturbated while watching them. Iván had his face buried in his forearm, moaning every time Mauro gave him a hard thrust. Mauro didn’t last long, but that was because he was loaded. Within minutes he was tensing, pounding brutally, and coming inside the condom while squeezing Iván’s hips.

Afterward we spent a while drinking from the same glass, half naked, sweaty, and laughing at any stupid thing. In that miserable little room, between shifts, orders, and discipline, we’d built ourselves a small paradise of flesh.

***

The third story came thanks to another fellow soldier, Saúl. He wasn’t one of those who declared himself anything. He liked women, that much was clear, but he also had that masculine curiosity that appears when two guys share secrets and too many nights confined together. We became friends right away, went out for drinks whenever we could, and ended up talking about sex with a frankness that wasn’t normal between soldiers who had only just met.

One afternoon, already somewhat drunk in a nearby bar, a woman he knew appeared. Her name was Verónica. More than old enough, confident, with a way of smiling that seemed like a direct provocation. Saúl went to greet her, and they ended up talking much too close together. I got up to take a piss, and when I came back, they were kissing.

I gestured that I was leaving. He shook his head and asked me to wait.

I watched him whisper something in her ear. Verónica looked at me, ran her eyes over me from head to toe without shame, and nodded with a half-smile. No further explanation was needed.

Saúl had brought a car. The three of us got in, and he drove to a secluded, dark area where barely any light from the road reached. I sat in the back with Verónica. As soon as we pulled away, I placed my hand on her thigh. She didn’t move her leg away; on the contrary, she opened it a little farther. I kissed her. She returned the kiss decisively, pushing her tongue into my mouth as if she wanted to make clear she wasn’t interested in timid games.

I squeezed one of her tits through her blouse and felt the nipple harden beneath the fabric. She bit my lip.

—We’re going to have a good time —she whispered.

—I hope so —I said.

Saúl looked at us in the rearview mirror and laughed.

—Leave something for when I stop.

He stopped anyway. And when he turned off the engine, he climbed into the back with us. The car was cramped and the space was shit, but the thrill of being trapped in there made up for it. Verónica positioned herself in the middle and began unbuttoning her blouse with an almost theatrical calm. We helped her. Soon her tits were out and both our mouths were on them.

I sucked one nipple while Saúl kissed her neck. She writhed, laughed, and gave us orders.

—Don’t take your time. I want to feel them now.

We stripped as best we could. She looked at our cocks and let out an amused laugh.

—The first one to get me hottest.

I wasn’t going to compete by arguing. I slid between her legs and pulled aside her underwear. Her pussy was already wet and glistening, with that clean, strong scent that always turns me into an animal. I ran my tongue over her lips, slowly at first, and then focused on her clit. I knew what I was doing, and so did she. In less than a minute she was moving her hips against my face.

I put in one finger, then two, and she opened up better. When I felt she was ready, I put on a condom and turned her around as best I could to enter her from behind, half sideways because of the lack of space. The tip slipped, then her pussy swallowed me whole with delicious ease. I grunted. She wasn’t a beginner, and it showed in the way she took my cock, wet and pliant, asking for me to go deeper.

I started fucking her eagerly, holding her by the waist so I wouldn’t lose the rhythm between the seats. Verónica placed one hand on my thigh and, with the other, grabbed Saúl’s cock, which was hard and shining in front of her. Within seconds she was sucking him while I penetrated her.

The sight was insane: her ass pounding against my pelvis, her mouth occupied with my friend’s cock, moans coming from her nose and throat at the same time. I was sweating properly before long.

—Harder —she said, pulling away from Saúl’s mouth for a moment—. Don’t treat me like I’m going to break.

That’s what I did. I started thrusting harder, making the most of the little angle I had. Every push produced a wet sound, and her pussy tightened more perfectly around me. Saúl watched, fascinated, letting her suck him while caressing her breast.

After a while I asked Saúl if he wanted to switch. He said yes immediately. I pulled out, removed the condom, and she turned toward me as if she’d been waiting all night for that moment. She lunged at my cock and took it into her mouth without ceremony, swallowing the head and licking with obscene precision while Saúl positioned himself behind her to enter.

I braced one hand against the roof of the car and the other on her hair. Not to force her, but to follow the rhythm of that brutal blowjob. Verónica knew exactly how tightly to squeeze with her lips, when to loosen, when to use her tongue underneath to drive me crazy. Saúl, behind her, started fucking her with increasingly dry thrusts, and she didn’t let go of my cock; on the contrary, each thrust seemed to make her suck me better.

—I’m going to come —I warned, already breathless.

I tried to pull out, but just then Saúl drove into her to the hilt, and she swallowed more of me in one gulp. I came in her mouth, helpless, in thick pulses that she received without pulling away, closing her lips around the shaft as she finished emptying me. When I pulled out, she looked at me with a purely brazen smile and swallowed what was in her mouth.

—Now keep going —she told Saúl—. Don’t stop.

I lowered my hand and rubbed her clit while he kept fucking her. I also touched Saúl’s balls out of sheer mischief, feeling them tighten before his orgasm. It didn’t take long. He grunted, sped up a little more, and came inside the condom while Verónica came almost at the same time, squeezing her legs together and trembling with her back arched.

The three of us stayed naked, pressed together in that car, breathing like tired animals. The windows fogged up. It smelled of sweat, semen, perfume, and latex. A glorious combination.

Then we dropped her off near the bar where we’d picked her up and headed back to the barracks. On the way, alone again, Saúl drove in silence for a while before looking straight ahead and asking:

—You were the one touching my balls, weren’t you?

I laughed.

—I was rubbing her clit too, so don’t get precious.

He burst out laughing.

—Yeah. But I felt it.

I looked at him in profile. He had that awkward half-smile of someone who doesn’t know whether to joke or open a door.

—If I owe you one for sharing her, I’ll pay you whenever you want. A handjob, a blowjob, whatever you feel like.

He didn’t answer immediately. He kept driving, knuckles on the wheel, the shadow of that smile still there.

—We’ll talk.

And we did talk, of course we did. But that’s another confession.