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First Cut(m/m, shaving)
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-First Cut-
Brian dreaded going to the Hair Stylist's near his house--It was
always crowded, loud, and smelled of hair coloring and permanent wave
chemicals. So, when he happened to drive through the old part of town,
and noticed Henry's Barber Shop, he figured he'd go in and get a bit of a
trim. He wore his hair quite long- coming to just above his shoulders. He
liked it that way and often liked to put it in a ponytail in the warm
weather. The ends were split now, and the sun and the pool had made his
hair kind of dry, but he still liked the feel of his golden locks falling
ontohis forehead.
He parked the car, and went in, noticing that there was only one old
guy getting a shave in the only chair in the place. The shop had that old,
1940's feel to it-Playboy in the magazine rack and an out-of date calendar
on the wall. However, there was none of the smell and sounds of the
other, newer place, so he figured he'd at least be able to get in and out,
with a minimum of discomfort. The barber was quite young, though. He looked
to be Brians age-about 23. Brian wondered what such a young, attractive
guy was doing working in an old fashioned place like this. The barber
smiled and said, "I'll be right with you, Buddy-almost finished up here"
Brian picked up a newspaper and just read for a while. Finally the old
guy's shave was finished and it was Brian's turn. The barber smiled
again and motioned him into the chair. Brian thought it was strange that
the barber went over and drew the blinds and locked the door.
"Closing up after you, buddy", he said, and shut the outside lights off.
"So, how would you like it?", he asked while picking up the smock and
putting around Brian's neck. Brian responded, "Just about an eighth of an
inch, ok?" With that the barber got his scissors and comb and began trimming.
Brian noticed how hot the barber was... He had a buzzcut, and the most
piercing blue eyes he'd ever seen. In fact, he found himself getting quite
turned on by having this gorgeous man standing over him, that he found
himself growing errect. He sort of pulled the smock over himself to
conceal it, but the barber obviously noticed something in his motions
that caused him to ask, "Everything all right buddy?" Brian mumbled,"
Yeah, just fine." He noticed that the barber was almost finished up with him,
and not wanting the haircut to end so quickly, told him that he wanted it
just a little shorter. The barber, who by now could feel the sexual tension
in the room mentioned that he felt that Brian was a little uneasy--did
he want to just leave it at a trim and leave? Breathlessly, Brian mumbled,
"God if all the barbers were as hot as you are, I'd friggin shave my head!"
The barber needed no further commands from Brian. He grabbed his scissors
and aimed high, shearing off the entire length of the back of Brian's hair.
Brian gulped and put his hand to the back of his head, only to find a huge
chunk of his hair missing. He didn't care as he was so aroused by what the
barber was doing. He placed his hands under the smock and stroked his
errect penis through his pants . The barber said, "Well, Buddy we'll see
about that. I'll just give you a nice little haircut, and see what you feel
like giving me for payment!" He reached for the clippers and standing so
close to Brian pushed them up the back of Brian's head. Hair cascaded onto
the floor. By now, Brian was hypnotized-He felt the barber's hot breath on
his neck and the barber clipped higher and higher. He mentioned
something about leaving a little on the top but it was too late. No sooner
were those words out of his mouth then a clump of hair fell from the top
of his head onto his lap. He tried to reach up and feel what had been done,
but the barber pressed hard against him and said, "Just you wait,
Buddy.", and turned the chair so that he was no longer facing the mirror.
The clippers buzzed fiercely as more and more hair fell to the ground.
By now, the barber was panting and mumbling, " Yeah, nice and clean-we'll
get you cleaned up--baby smooth" Brian panicked just then-He had
come in with a lion's mane of hair and was gonna to leave looking like a
sheared sheep. The prospect both thrilled and frightened him. He said to
the barber, " What the hell are you doing to me, shaving me bald? " The
barber smiled lecherously and replied, "Yes, as a matter of a fact I
am--- But you'll see you're gonna like it--and be back for more. Don't even
think about getting off the chair---You're halfway there anyway--you have no
choice but to let me take it all off." Brian sunk down into the chair,
horrified and delighted. He had once toyed with the idea of cutting his
hair-but never went through with it.. And plus, the barber was so very hot,
and horny too..His hair would grow back, plus lots of guys had buzz cuts now.
He reached over toward the barber's crotch and gave his dick a hard squeeze.
The barber moaned and kept on repeating his litany, "gonna clean you up."
The barber turned him around to face the mirror. Brian looked and saw
that his hair was about 1/4 inch long all around. The barber smiled and
said, "We're not done with you yet, buddy." With that he reached for the
trimmer that he used on the back of the head and glided it across Brian's
scalp. He pulled the machine upwards from the back of his head all
the way to his forehead. Tiny shavings of hair fluttered down, and covered
his face. The barber blew on the top of Brian's head and exposed the pale
skin underneath. Brian gasped as he saw his shorn skull. This time as he
went to feel his head, the Barber just placed his hand on top of
Brians and said, " Feels real good, doesn't it? You like that don't you? Just
wait--it's gonna feel even better." He went over to the hot foam machine
and turned it on...as he waited for the shaving cream to heat up he turned
to Brian and said, " Oh yeah, buddy my name's Rick. Sorry I didn't bother
with an introduction earlier." He grinned at Brian, who by know was moaning
with delight. Finally, he stropped the straight razor and brought it over to
Brian's head. Carefully he scraped at the tiny bits of hair remaining on
his head. Over the ear, around the front, his sideburns, everything shaved
whispery smooth. He placed a hot towel on Brians head, relathered and shaved
his skull once more, this time against the grain. Brian by now, was
oblivious to everything. Everything that is except to thinking about what
would happen after his head was shaved smooth. Rick wiped Brian's head with
a towel, put some baby oil on his skull and tugged the smock off. He motioned
for Brian to follow him into the back of the shop. They quickly stripped
naked, and Rick rubbed Brian's smooth, shiny head. He pushed Brian's bald
head down into his crotch, and Brian went to work, blowing him with a fury
he had never known until now. Rick was no less passionate, but Brian
didn't last long...Spying himself in the mirror, bald as an egg he shot a
load of cum almost instantaneously. Rick laughed and said, " So what
do you think of your new haircut?" Brian just moaned and pulled him closer
and said," Not bad, when do you get yours, buddy?"
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