It was another day done at my Midtown New York eatery. Open early for the breakfast crowd and closed after the late lunch crowd. There was no need to stay open for dinner. There were some groups that liked to rent the place for weekends and at night for private parties that were good for me! The weatherman promised a rotten night. The fall weather would turn into winter when this front hit. Since I had to be here early, I would spend the night in the apartment I made in the rear of the restaurant. I had all I needed, a desk to do my work, a very comfortable sleeper couch, TV with all the trimmings, and a full private bathroom with shower. It was home away from home.

Everything was cleaned up; all the workers were gone when I heard a loud bang. The wind picked up and threw something against the front of the building. I ran out to check and the storm had hit! The winds were blowing. It seems everyone took the warning from the weatherman and took shelter, except one figure that seemed to be fighting the elements. He was walking toward me with his head down carrying a large duffel bag, wearing an oversized brown jacket with a hood, one of those all weather jackets. He was really fighting the wind when another gust kicked up and blew the cover off a metal garbage can that was on the sidewalk, the loud bang from before, and the lid hurled right toward him and smashed into the top of his head. He stood there for a second and dropped to his knees, and then to all fours, dropping his bag.

Usually I wear my midback length dirty blond hair tied back in a ponytail. After work I like to let it go so I took out the tie. Now with the wind blowing, I was wearing it all over my face. I ran the four store lengths to him, looked down at him, and my hair fell from my face as I saw his face. He looked dazed, and I helped him up and lead him to my empty store. We got into the store and I sat him down and let him get his bearings. I grabbed a tie for my hair and tied it hastily back.

"Cool hair, dude," said my guest.

"Uhhh, thanks. It's a little too long right now, especially for these wind storms. By the way, I'm Cris; I own this place," I responded. I looked at my guest. He had the most angelic face. He smiled at me and his teeth shown with a brightness that you only see on commercials. I stood next to him and said, "Lets take off your coat and take a look at you. You took a shot to the head with that garbage can cover."

"That's what that was? I'm glad I had my head down when it hit. Besides, I have great cushion on my head."

That remark confused me. "What? You have great cushion?"

"Yea, Cris. Oh, by the way, my name is Neal. Thanks, dude. Watch this... "

My guest Neal took off his jacket and hood. On his head was a New York Met hat, up until now hidden by the hood. Sticking out from the back of the hat was a large mop of curly brownish/blondish hair down to his shoulders. He took off the hat, and he was sporting a "fro", with some hat head!

"Wow," I replied, "that is some head of hair! Forget about this thing," as I grabbed my ponytail.

Neal was a wanna-be actor, and was coming from two auditions and never heard the weather warning. He just returned from a hotel where they was no room when the weather hit. Now, outside the rain was coming down in buckets, and no one should be out. He had another audition tomorrow, so I decided to take a chance and invited him to stay here for the night. He didn't hesitate and said yes!

While talking, he scrunched up his face a few times and said even though it was cushioned with his hair, he still had a bit of a head ache. I went to the kitchen and came back with an ice-pack. I asked where it hit, and he pointed to the back of his head. I ran my fingers thru his wild mane and found a small bump. His hair felt so smooth, and there was a great scent to it. I placed the ice pack on the bump and help it there for a few minutes.

"That feels great Chris, thanks, dude. You provide me with shelter, and now first aid, wow, how can I thank you?"

"Relax, Neal," I said, "just repay this kindness someday." After the ice started melting, I took the pack away. I didn't want to remove my fingers from the "fro" though! It was a turn on. After I showed Neal the bathroom and he went in to wash up and get comfortable, we were going to eat and have a few beers. When he returned, he was wearing shorts and a tank top, showing off great biceps. But his hair....

"Here is the way I am supposed to look. I just picked out and fluffed up my hair."

"WOW," I said out loud, "that is the perfect 'fro'!"

It was a perfect circle around his head, past his shoulders, circled his face and came just around his eyes.

"Look how long it is," Neal said. With that he took a curly strand of hair and pulled it from his forehead. It reached down to his mouth. "Check out the back," he said, "take a strand and see how long it is." I obliged and pulled a piece of hair that went down to his midback.

"Wow, that is as long as mine!"

"Yea, I would love to have straight hair like yours, Chris."

"Get lost Neal, your 'fro' is so hot!"

"Oh, yea?" he said.

"Yea," I replied!

With that, Neal reached over behind me and took out my tie holding my hair back. It fell around my face and down my back.

"Now that is hot hair. Never cut it! Why don't you do the rock n roll thing and shake it out!" said Neal.

Responding to my guest, I shook it out. He loved it. I grabbed a brush and fixed it up. I sat on the couch next to Neal. No words were spoken; we just kinda stared at each other. I know I felt a rise in my pants.

Neal broke the silence. "I am ready to cut off the "fro"; it's a lot of work."

"No, No," I replied, "you can't. Its too hot to cut it." Without thinking, I ran my fingers thru it again. It felt great. He liked it, he closed his eyes, but his smile spoke volumes.

"Dude, you better stop that," he said.

"Why?" I replied, not stopping.

"Cause if you don't, I can't be responsible. You don't know how great that feels."

"Oh, yea?" I said.

"Yea," he answered. I didn't stop. He looked at me and moved very close. Our eyes were locked.

Using his hand, he grabbed a clump of my mane and began to stroke it. Then he held my goateed chin and whispered, "I warned you." He moved in and placed his lips on mine. It was a gentle peck, followed by another and then another. He licked his lips and moved in again, I parted my lips and welcomed his hot tongue. We gently kissed, and then we began to make out like 16 year olds in heat, not the 26 year-olds we both were. We were all over each other with our hands. I took the lead and laid on top of him. My hair draped my face and fell on his. I couldn't get enough of him. I nuzzled my mouth into the "fro" and found his ear. There was a loop earring there. My tongue did the rest. He moaned his approval. I went down his neck and worked my way to the other ear. Finding it was wild; the "fro" was driving me nuts. After me being on top for a while, Neal found the strength to flip me over. He was on top. He took off his tank top, revealing a great body. He took off my shirt and attacked my mouth. His kisses were electric. He followed my lead and went to my neck and ears. His "fro" was in my face and was so hot. I grabbed his hair from behind, running my fingers thru it as we made out. He stopped kissing me and sat on my waist.

"Remember how you told me to pass on the act of kindness? Well here it is. Tonight is all for you."

I sat up too, and looked at him. He took his hands and ran them thru my hair. He took it from behind my back and placed it all over my shoulders, so it was on my chest. We started kissing again, and he laid on top of me. His hands were cupping my balls thru my shorts. Without missing a beat, both shorts and boxer/briefs were off. His hands found a new toy to play with. His hands were warm and felt great on my package. He kissed and sucked down to my waist. He looked at my hard cock, and I felt his breath. He stuck out his tongue and began to gently lick. Oh, this was so good. Around the head and up and down the shaft, then down to the balls. This was ecstasy. Then he did something that was totally hot. He put his head between my legs, and with my dick in the "fro", he started moving his head up and down while my cock throbbed in that wild mane. My balls were so ready after that ride. He stopped and looked at me. Then put his mouth on my shaft and went down. Holding onto the "fro" with both hands, I couldn't hold it in any more. I came. I came like I never did before . My moans would wake the dead. Neal swallowed every last drop. Then he cleaned up by licking my shaft and balls again.

I was exhausted. "What about you, your turn?" I said.

"No," he replied, "I told you this was all about you."

"Thanks."

We went to the bathroom to clean up and then went back to the couch. Wearing only shorts, we snuggled together on the couch. I sat back, and he sat against me. Being taller than him, I wrapped my arms around him, and felt the wild "fro" resting on my shoulder. He looked back at me, twisting his neck. He grabbed my hair as it fell around my face onto his, and we kissed.

"This night isn't over yet," I thought. My cock stirred, and I knew it wasn't.