The Magazine

I must have been in high school because I had already started cutting lawns and babysitting for extra money. There were a few young families on our block and several of them had young boys. They were not known for listening to girl babysitters, so I usually got the job. Once they were asleep I had their houses to myself and I quickly discovered were the men hid their magazines. Stashed in the bathroom or the chest of drawers, not very original, but easy to find.

Lots of naked bodies, but I do remember one magazine. A pictorial series of photos. A long haired young man in a barber chair, apparently naked under the cape. He had fallen asleep during his haircut but had woken up to realize that now the cape was lifted up and the barber was taking the clippers to his pubic hairs. He looked shocked in the final photo as the barber was shaving his crotch completely smooth with a razor. Not the haircut his was there for.

I suddenly found myself hard and overwhelmed with the need to masterbate. So I did. Just dropped my pants and underwear right there to beat off to the photos I saw before me. Guessing that was the first time I even know that you could do something like that. 

Couldn’t stop thinking about that magazine, but the next time I returned to look for it, the magazine was gone!