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need to. After tonight, I can't let you be around me any more. I just love you and yo' pretty little boy face too much."
    "Thumper... You don't love me. You just said you wasn't gay."
    "I don't mean it like that, nigga. I love you like a brother," he said. "I'd never make you do somethin' you can't handle."
    "You want me to kill someone? I'll do it, Thumper, I don't care. I'm a loyal nigga-"
    "Hush now, nigga. I ain't gonna tell you what it is. You just do what you told, and let's sleep together one last night," Thumper said. He laid back down on the bed, cuddling his big body up against Harley's much smaller frame.
    "Okay fine. Thanks a lot for all your help, Thumper," Harley said. He really didn't mind cuddling tonight with the promise that it would all be over tomorrow. This was how he had thought it would go anyway -- eventually Thumper would give him something to do for the gang. That was the whole point, after all, and once he got started on that, Harley wouldn't have to think about Thumper and his dick ever again.
    "You're welcome, handsome-nigga. Try to have fun tomorrow."

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The Men of the City Barbershop of Detroit
     
    by Calvin Freeman
    Copyright 2015
     
    Author's note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
     
    Use of an image of a model in this ebook or in advertisements for it does not suggest that the model is depicted in the work presented here, nor that the model participates in, endorses, condones or approves of the thoughts or behavior described in this ebook.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER ONE
    The Swaggerous Lean
     
    Walter was nervous about starting his new job for two reasons. First of all, he was beginning work as a barber, having just earned his cosmetology license. The second reason was that he was a gay man working at the City Barbershop, a chain that had an unofficial reputation as a spot where straight men could get some no-questions action from a gay man. Traditionally speaking, what happened there didn't count, and no one was allowed to talk about it outside of the shop.
    Since Walter was gay, it would undoubtedly be assumed that he was going to service these straight men. He absolutely wasn't opposed to it -- he loved str8 cock, and he wasn't ashamed of it. He was excited. But it was still a nerve-wracking experience. He didn't know how the other barbers would react to him, how violent the neighborhood was, or even how many guys might expect his services in a given day (either haircutting or cocksucking services, he didn't know).
    His first couple clients, however, were children -- his first day was the last day of summer break, so there were a lot of children getting gussied up for school. It wasn't until near closing-time that the first even remotely plausible conquest showed up.
    His name was Dwayne. It seemed everyone in the shop knew him . (Yo, wuz crackin', Dwayne ? ) He was tall and lanky, though not exactly skinny -- he had long limbs and ropy muscles, inked with tattoos. He had a wild and untamed fro when before his haircut.
    "You new, huh?" he asked with a nod once Walter got started. Walter nodded. He lowered his voice. "You queer, right?" Walter nodded to that too. Dwayne frowned and looked down.
    (Yuh, nigga...)
    Did he just grab his dick? Walter wasn't sure. It looked like he might have, beneath the barber's chair apron. Walter didn't want to make an unwelcome pass at someone, especially a mean-looking thug like Dwayne. He glowered at Walter as though mad the haircut wasn't already complete.
    "So what's back there, huh?" He nodded towards the door to the backroom. "Bathrooms and shit?"
    "Uh, yeah... Yeah, bathrooms... Or one bathroom, I mean." Walter said. He smiled as he brought the mirror up so Dwayne could see the back of his head. His afro was now very short, but at least it was even.