14 thoughts on “Barber Streisand

  1. I got a hair cut today at my Syrian barber in Graz. I enjoy reading the comments on this posting, “Barber Streisand,” but I think it would be great to have another barber posting devoted to barbers in the Middle East. Yes, barbers are special for reaffirming manhood everywhere, but I think that Middle Eastern barbers are special, not just for boys learning about manhood or young men with their full beards, and also in a different, special way for old men. And the sexual dimension of a visit to the barber in the Middle East doesn’t have to involve the kind of explicit, naked sex depicted above to be intensely erotic.

    Here are some quotes I’ve taken off the Internet to provide a general background to my remarks:

    This quote is from “The Barbers, Beirut’s Last Gentlemen”:

    “The 1880s to the 1960s were the golden age for barbershops. During this time, men socialized in all-male hangouts. Visiting the barbershop was a weekly, and sometimes daily habit. Men would stop in, not only for a haircut and a shave, but also to fraternize with friends. Things have shifted over the years and somehow our barbershops are being less and less frequented specially by the younger generation.”

    And this one from “Moustaches and Barbers”:

    “Hair-cutting has deep importance for Arabs, and its significance stems from the willingness of a person to subject his neck to the barber. Choosing a barber has special meaning for Jordanians. Unlike in the West, there is no fixed price for a hair cut because getting your hair cut or beard trimmed or shaved is regarded as a highly personal service. Therefore, the relationship between barber and customer is highly personal. The payment is made according to the skill of the barber, his treatment of his customers, and the quality of his haircuts. The amount of payment is highly personal and is, in fact, almost a private matter between barber and customer. Many customers go so far as to slip the cash discreetly into the barber’s pocket. This may appear odd to Westerners who take a more business view
    of the service.”

    I first experienced having a “middle Eastern” haircut when I lived in Al-Quds (the Arabic name for Jerusalem) in 2018-19, a city where, if you hung out in the central market at night, you could hear, at that time, the most amazing Arab-Jewish fusion music played by local bands. The research assistant for the project I was working on, whose father is a Syrian Jew, so a Mizrahim (Middle Eastern), not an Ashkenazi (European) Jew, from northern Israel where the culture is very “Arab,” told me the best contemporary music in Israel, at that time, was being composed and written in Al-Quds/Jerusalem.

    In fact I never had an “Arab” haircut in Al-Quds. I always went to Tel Aviv for one because that’s where my Mizrahim boy friend, whose family was expelled from Portugal to Tunesia in 1496, lived. I’ve experienced the kind of haircut I experienced in Tel Aviv ever since in Graz at my Syrian barber.

    Graz is full of Syrian immigrants, from the days when Austria was one of the most open countries in Europe, next to Germany, to receiving immigrants fleeing war in the Middle East. In 2019, non-stop Arab-German fusion music and videos from Berlin entertained customers to this barber shop, which catered almost exclusively to Syrians and the odd old man from America. Now the clientele is still pretty much Syrian, everyone is still speaking Arabic, but sadly the amazing German-Arab fusion music is gone.

    My barber is one of the most beautiful men I have ever encountered — full black beard, hair from his chest peeking out from his the open top of his shirt, he is the boss of the operation, commanding the boy sweeping up the loose hair on the floor, and charmingly bantering with Arabic-speaking customers and younger colleagues when they tease him about the English-speaking old man for whom he drops everything, moving customers he is serving to other barbers, whenever he appears.

    Because I give such large tips, certainly. But I also think, from what I know of MIddle-Eastern culture, because there is a sexual dimension to the relationship between an old man and his favourite barber that echoes the themes of the love poetry written about older men and their younger male lovers in classical Arabic poetry. It is clear that I am in love with this barber, and I am treated, and joked about, accordingly.

    Today my haircut started out with cutting back the growth on the top and sides of my head, followed by a careful trimming of my moustache and goatee. Then my eyebrows were trimmed and the hair in my nose and ears was plucked. This time, instead of massaging my neck and shoulders, after carefully shaving my cheeks, my god of a barber applied a sweet smelling cream to my cheeks and massaged them for a few minutes, pressing repeatedly on my cheek bones and along the bones on both sides of my nose. “Are you falling asleep?” he asked. Yes, I was, imagining myself naked in his arms against his hairy chest, smelling his beard as he kissed me again and again! He rinsed by face, rubbing my whole face and neck over and over as he did so. Then he dried my face gently with a towel, and my haircut was over. As I stood up, much chuckling and teasing from the other customers and young barbers, especially from the man who had been forced to get out his chair to make way for me.

    This is the way a barber should treat an old man and satisfy his sexual fantasies!

  2. In the late 70s when I was in my late 20s and grew a beard, I used to go to the Subway Barber on the East side around 50th Street I got my hair practically buzzed, and kept the beard very trimmed. The Barber was a very straight guy in his late 40s or early 50s. A Latino, he was beefy and pretty quiet, and I’d visit monthly to keep the hair and beard very trimmed. He talked me into letting him shave me, and it was one of the most erotic sensations ever. He’d soap my neck and cheeks and use a straight razor. Something about this guy being sooo close and slow and deliberate with that razor, I would get a raging hard on, and he would breathe heavily and get so close I wanted to unzip his fly and take his cock in my mouth. The only thing that could have made it any steamier would have been unzipping his fly and taking his cock in my mouth. Mmmmmmmm.

    1. Absolutely love those fucking beautiful cocks and big bollocks in a barber shop look at beautiful cocks why ya have ya haircut …. Definitely would love to feel some good cocks especially if barber shop like that ❤️❤️❤️

  3. I wish all Barber were like that letting people see men cocks have some fun with there cocks too beautiful photos of wonderful cocks big bollocks mmmm ❤️

    1. That is an amazingly handsome penis. Something out of a dream. It should only happen in real life…..at least once of twice.

  4. Brian,

    On of my best experiences was when I was on holiday up in Aviemore….the swimming pool had a sauna so I thought o would check it out! There’s were three men in it, so I must have interrupted something. well two men left and I left with a guy who must have been about 60 at that time. I had never been in a sauna before so was unsure what to do..so he said I’ll show you. He poured water over the coals so we sweated. Then I saw his bulge was enormous, he stood up it was one of the thickest, longest ducks I have ever seen. We mucked about and it got even bigger. I could not get the head in my mouth. He was obviously getting excited so we left the sauna and he went to one of the toilet cubicles and started to wank…with both hands as it was so engorged by now. It did not take him long and then there were stream after stream of thick cumm shooting everywhere.
    He said why did I not come up and stay with him and HIS WIFE? Suffice to say I shot my load and left.

    That is a true story, I was 18 and on holiday with my parents .

  5. Hi Brian, sorry to take so long to reply to you…there are so many comments on this site that you do seem to miss replies.

    I have quoted a few times on here and nearly all I have written has been true. The black guys whose dick was so huge I could not contemplated having that in my ass. Then the nights I spent on Hampstead Heath. The cruising of toilets in `North London. The sex sessions in the toilets of the Festival Hall. The toilets at Hays Galleria, now closed but what a session! The loos that used to be at London Bridge station also all gone. The saunas in central London Charriots, The Pleasuefome at Waterloo! All were fantastic. The circuit of toilets along the North Circular, never let you down always someone there…invariably well hung!!!
    Nowadays it is just porn online, unless I get a chance to go cruising…but I invariably have at least two loads a day!

    Give me a clue Hong long is your Rick and amount of cumm?

  6. Hi Brian, if that is your dick then yes I would love to meet up with you…..problem is where are you based?

  7. Yes barbers were a treat. This guy cutting your hair and leaning against your hand under the cloth….yes definitely laying his balls there for you to feel. Asking men if they wanted something for the weekend!
    I was.having my hair cut and we were the only ones in the barbers and he tells me a story about him going to a stag night out. They had a stripper for the groom who invited him onto the stage where he fucked her then had all of the stag party do her as well. He said it was one of the best sex sessions he had had. Seeing his mates dicks and comparing their sizes and they way they climaxed .

    1. Hi dick I’m Jimmy slim guy 61 5ft9 dark brown hair blue eyes vwe wld love to meet up with you x

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