Part I -- Fantasy

Like many guys, I get my hair cut every few weeks.  And naturally, while I am at the barbershop, I observe the other guys getting their hair cut.  What is unusual for me, is the significance these trips to the barbershop have always had.  Because for me they are a major turn on.  Not only getting my own hair cut, but watching the other guys ... especially, of course, the young and cute ones.  And particularly when they are getting short haircuts.  Replaying these haircut scenes, real or imagined, in my mind has been my sexual fantasy for as long as I can remember.

While this has been my fantasy, I had always been very restrained about it.  While my recurring fantasy involves getting a much shorter haircut, I never even had the nerve to go through with it.

D.J., like me, had always been turned on by mens haircuts.  D.J. also liked to watch and get haircuts.  But there was a difference.  D.J. also gave haircuts.  While not a professional barber, he was fully equipped and, you could say, knew his way around the barber chair.  Thus, getting to know D.J. presented new opportunities for me to explore this restrained part of my personality.

I had only ever exchanged e-mail with D.J., so when the day came for us to finally meet, I was pretty darn nervous.  We had communicated for several weeks regarding our mutual interest, then had decided to meet.  The day had finally arrived.  Since we both shared a healthy dose of suspicion of strangers, we agreed to meet up on neutral territory and then take it from there.  D.J. offered to make the hour long drive down I-95 to meet me. 

Our rendezvous was at the Forest Hill Mall, by the money machine in the food court.  At two p.m. sharp I arrived.  There was only one person standing there and he fit the description D.J. had given me.

"D.J.?" I asked tentatively as I approached.

"Rick?" he responded.

"Hi.  Any trouble finding it?" I asked.

"No, your directions were good," he responded.  Then without hesitation he said, "Let's take a walk.  There's something I want to show you."

I followed D.J. up the escalator.  He stopped at the entrance to a jewelry store at the top of the escalator.  He didn't have to say another word because I immediately knew what wanted me to see.  It wasn't something in a display case, it was what was behind the counter. 

"Yeah, that's worth seeing," I said in agreement.

"Come in with me," D.J. said tugging my arm.

"What?  What are you going do?" I asked with apprehension.

"Don't worry, just come on," he replied reassuringly.

D.J. walked right over to the counter where the salesman was standing.

"I'm looking for a new watch," said D.J. to the salesman.

"Sure, sir, I'll certainly be happy to show you what we have," said the salesman.

Perhaps at this juncture, it is only fair to describe the salesman to you.  First, let's stop calling him "the salesman."  He name is Steve, or at least, that what his name plate said. 

Steve looked to be about 25.  Steve had short blond hair, very short.  In fact, Steve had that "just-out-of-the-barber's-chair" crisp and clean look to his hair.  His hair was cut close on the sides and back.  It was taken down to about 1/4 inch on the sides until about 2-3 inches from the crown.  Around the ears and nape of the neck it came in even closer than 1/4 inch, about 1/8 inch.  On top it was left about 1 inch long and brushed over to the side.  His blond hair was neatly parted on the side.  And it was slicked down in place on top. 

Steve showed D.J. several watches and D.J. even tried a few on.  In the meantime, I enjoyed "the view."

As I observed Steve, I appreciated that not only did he have the kind of haircut that really turned me on, but he was really cute irrespective of his hair.  He had deep blue eyes.  His great smile projected warmth and confidence and lit up his face.  And he was slim and fairly tall.

I remained silent most of the time, but occasionally feigned some interest in one or another of the watches.  When Steve held up a Seiko sports watch in his hand, D.J. commented that he liked the band.  I added, "It's got a great face too."  D.J. kind of smirked and I figured he had caught on that the face I was referring to wasn't the one Steve was holding in his hand.

After several minutes of this, D.J. thanked Steve and said that he wanted to do some more comparison shopping before he made up his mind.  As we walked out of the store and into the corridor, I felt exhilarated, but also a bit relieved that we hadn't gotten "busted."

"That was definitely worth looking at," I reported to D.J. 

"Did you like his hair?" D.J. asked.

"Yeah, it looked really cute.  Of course he would probably look good with any kind of haircut; he was really hot," I gushed.

"Wouldn't you like your hair cut like that?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said reluctantly.  "I don't think I'd ever have the nerve to actually get mine cut that short."

"You think that was short?" asked D.J.

"Yeah, it couldn't have been much shorter without being bald," I responded.

"Well, now you're exaggerating.  It could be a little shorter," corrected D.J.  "But that should be short enough.  You'd look good with your hair cut like that," D.J. said, looking me square in the eyes.

I let the comment pass without responding.  But I knew what D.J. was trying to tell me.

We walked around a bit more, occasionally seeing a guy here or there who earned our "Seal of Approval under strict adherence to our highly selective standards."  It was a lot of fun to be able to really cruise other guys with someone who appreciated the same attributes as I did.  We mostly agreed on who the "worthy specimens" were, though D.J. would occasionally point out a guy too military looking for my taste.

"I like preppy, gentlemanly looking guys," I tried to explain to him.  "I like short hair, but not if they look intimidating, like they are going off to the trenches.  I like guys who look more like the guy next door, someone who'd be walking around campus or going to a business meeting."

In any event, we had definitely broken the ice and felt more comfortable with each other.  After about 25 minutes of this, D.J. suggested that we go back to my place and look at some of my videos.  And I quickly agreed.

We exited the mall and D.J. stopped off at his car.  He took a modest sized valise out of the trunk.  Then he followed me to my car.

When we got to my place we relaxed a bit.  I offered him a soda and some Pepperidge Farm cookies.  We settled into the den and I popped in my favorite scene from a Barbershop Video.  I had already fast forwarded to the right scene.  It shows a cute guy with dark hair getting a short tapered cut.  While this guy's hair was taken down shorter than I had ever gotten mine cut, it was not dramatically shorter.

"I can see why you like that scene," D.J. said when the scene was about over. "But it isn't really that short a cut."

"Well, maybe a little shorter would look OK," I responded tentatively. 

"I think its going to have to be quite a bit shorter," D.J. said.

Again, at some level I knew D.J. was trying to tell me something, like with Steve back at the jewelry store.  But I tried not to think about it.

When the scene was over, D.J. asked, "So are you ready?"

"Ready?" I asked apprehensively.

"For your haircut," he stated in a matter of fact manner.

I hesitated.  "Well, I know we had talked about that, but are you sure you have time?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, there's plenty of time.  Should I set up in there?" asked D.J. pointing to the kitchen.  He wasn't wasting any time.

"Um, I guess," I responded.

D.J. walked into the kitchen, taking with him the valise he had brought with him. 

D.J. began moving stuff around in the kitchen.  I helped him move a table out of the way.  I took a picture down and brought a mirror in from another room and hung it on the wall where the picture had been.  He placed a chair in front of the wall. 

Then D.J. began unloading the items from his valise onto the table.  These included a hair clippers with several attachments, combs, brushes, scissors, various tonics and gels, even a cape to drape over me, and a large hand mirror.  I was quite impressed with the variety of equipment he had.

"OK, I'm ready," announced D.J.

"Listen, maybe this isn't such a good idea," I said.  I was feeling pretty apprehensive about what was to come.  An unsettling feeling welled up in my stomach.

"Trust me, this will be the best thing you ever did," said D.J. with reassurance.  "I'll take care of you."

"I don't know," I said cautiously.

"This really needs to be done.  Look at your hair.  You haven't had a haircut in six weeks.  That is simply unacceptable," he chided.

"Well, maybe a little trim..." I began.

"Come on, no more stalling.  Hop up here," he said calmly but firmly, touching the back of the chair and picking up the cape.  "I'd suggest taking off your shirt," said D.J., "if you want."

I obliged, removing my shirt.  I knew there was no room for argument about this haircut.  I sat down reluctantly in the chair.

D.J. wrapped his cape around me.  I sat facing the mirror.  D.J. took a brush and brushed my hair. 

D.J. was right.  My hair had gotten long in the six weeks since my last haircut.  It was touching my collar in back.  Hair was creeping down over my ears.  And if I pushed the hair in front forward, it covered my eyes.

"Does this feel good?" he asked as he brushed my hair.

"Yeah, it feels really good," I replied.  My nervousness began to be replaced by excitement and arousal and I began to get an erection.

"Good," he said.  He continued brushing, then he ran his fingers through my dark brown hair. 

After a few minutes he stopped and announced, "I've decided what needs to be done.  It's going to have to be more than a trim.  Its going to have to be like Steve's."

His words sent a rush of blood to my head.  And suddenly I felt as though my mind was outside of my body looking in.  I became even more very aroused.  But I didn't respond for several seconds.

Finally I mustered the courage to ask, "That short?  Are you sure it will look OK?"

"Yes, it really needs to be done," he responded with an air of certainty. "It will look really good, I promise."

Upon hearing his words I got very anxious.  But I also got even more excited at the prospect of having such a short haircut.  And my erection grew bigger from the anticipation.  I didn't say anything. 

"I'll take that as a yes," he declared with a good natured chuckle.  He ran his hands over my head again.  Then stepped over to the table where he had layed out his equipment and picked up the clippers.

I remained silent and submissive.

D.J. tilted my head down and placed his hand on my head.  Then I heard the WHURRRRRR as the clippers clicked on.

I got nervous but the feel of D.J.'s hand on my head was comforting.  At first the feel of the clippers shaving up the back of my neck was familiar.  I had felt this before when I had gotten my haircut at the barbershop.  Sometimes the barber would taper the back close, particularly in the summer when I'd get up the nerve to ask him to go "a little shorter than usual."  But even then, he'd only taper it close a bit around the neckline or, at most, a couple of inches from my collar. 

D.J., however, worked past the barber's usual stopping point.  D.J. kept going higher and higher with the clippers.  I wondered when he was going to stop. 

I got my answer when he reached just about 2 inches from the crown.  Then he started over again just to the right of where he had run the clippers up the first time.  He repeated this motion several more times, first working around to the right, then back to the middle and working around to the left.  As he applied the clippers to the back of my head, he kept his hand on top of my head and held it down in place.  The feel of his hand reassured me that he was in control over this situation.  I resigned myself to the knowledge that D.J. would be deciding the fate of my hair that day.

He turned the clippers off and stepped away to pick up a different blade attachment for the clippers.  As he did, I looked up into the mirror.  It didn't look any different.  But then I reached out from under the cape and felt the back of my neck.  My hair had been a few inches long back there.  Now it was reduced to about 1/4 inch and felt bristly.  I felt the cool air on the back of my head and knew there was no turning back now.

D.J. put a different blade into the clippers.  "How are we doing?" he asked gently.

"Good," I said, my arousal growing more intense and now fully erect. 

"OK, let's get to work on those sides, then I'll go over the back again."

His words only served to make me more excited.  How short would he make the sides?  The back was already short.  How much shorter would he make it?

D.J. tilted my head down and to the left with his left hand.  He clicked the clippers on.  He applied them to the right side -- first, back behind the ear.  Then up the sides.  He bent my ear gently away from my head and ran the clippers over the hair.  Then he stepped slightly in front of me and pressed the clippers firmly against my head and tapered around the ears with upward strokes ending just below the crown.  Hair cascaded onto the cape and down onto the floor.

The clippers clicked off and he stepped around in front of me to the other side.  As he did, I looked up and caught a glimpse in the mirror.  The right side was tapered close, almost to the crown.  D.J. left only about 1/4 inch length.

D.J. stepped behind me and tilted my head down and to the right this time.  The clippers clicked on again and I felt him press them behind my left ear in an upward stroke.  He repeated this upward motion slightly forward toward my ear.  He bent my left ear gently away from my head and went over the hair with the clippers.  Then he stepped slightly in front of me and pressed the clippers firmly against my head and tapered around the ears with upward strokes ending just below the crown, just as he had done on the other side.  More hair cascaded onto the cape. 

I had let my hair grow longish in the past and then gotten it cut.  But as I looked at all the hair on the cape, I knew that this went well beyond that.  It made me a bit nervous, but very excited.

D.J. put the clippers down. I took a quick look into the mirror.  The thick hair that had covered the sides was gone.  Only about 1/4 inch remained all the way up.  The hair on top was still long and made a striking contrast.  The hairs on top looked all the more unruly and silly, compared to their newly shorn neighbors.

D.J. stepped in front of me, now holding a comb.  He tilted my head up.  Then placed his hand under my chin and examined his work.

"I'll fix the top up now so it goes with the rest," he reassured me.

He picked up a spray bottle.  He combed the hair in front forward, and as he did, he sprayed the top of my head and the hairs combed forward lightly with the slightly sweet smelling liquid in the bottle.  The smell of the liquid and the wetness brought me to a full erection.

Then he placed the spray bottle down and picked up a scissors.  He slid his fingers between the hair in front and my forehead and began to cut.  Locks of glistening damp hair fell onto the cape.  As he worked his way around my forehead, I became free of the hair that had covered my eyes.  He trimmed the front with a scissors and continued trimming the sides where the top met up with the shortly cropped sides and back.

He stepped to the side and put the comb and scissors down.  As he did, I looked up and saw that my hair in front was cut short, almost to the hairline, and that where the top met the sides, the hairs on top were all neatly trimmed off in a line across the sides. 

D.J. picked up the clippers again.  "I'm going to take the top down to 1 inch on top.  It'll be long enough that it should stay down, but you won't have much to comb.  Just brush it over," he explained.

Leaving anything less than about three inches on top was going to be as much of a departure from my usual haircut as the newly shorn sides and back already were.  I had never had less than about three inches left on top, certainly enough that it needed to be combed into place. 

D.J. picked up the clippers again and put a different blade in them. This was also different.  My barber had always used a scissors to trim the top. This was going to be a new experience.

D.J. stood behind me and clicked the clippers on.  He reached over the top of my head and applied the clippers toward the front.  As he did, he pulled my head back slightly.  He began moving the clippers confidently over the top of my head toward the back. 

I became nervous that he was taking too much off the top and tensed up.  D.J. perhaps sensing my anxiety reassured me, "Don't worry, I'm not shaving it off.  You'll still have hair there, it will just be shorter."  His words reassured me and I watched in the mirror as D.J. made a pass with the clippers over the top of my head.  Then I looked down as the hair accumulated in my lap.

D.J. started over again with the same motion, just to the right of his first pass of the clippers.  He continued like this to where the side had been tapered close.  Then he did the same on the left half, all the way to the other side.  As he was doing this, I became aware that I was leaking pre cum into my undershorts.

D.J. turned the clippers off and stepped to the side.  He brushed off my face and looked at me.  "This is looking really good," he assured me.  I looked into in the mirror and saw that the hair on top was now trimmed down into proportion with the sides. 

D.J. placed the scissors down and picked up the spray bottle again.  He stepped to my left.  He brushed my hair across the top and sprayed it some more.  He parted my hair carefully, forming a neat and crisp line, accentuated by my hair being quite wet on top.

Then he put down the spray bottle "Let me show you."

D.J. held up a large hand mirror to the back.  I saw the 1/4 inch taper extending almost to the crown in back, and the same length on the sides. 

I knew that this was the haircut in my fantasy, the one I never had the nerve to go through with.  On top, the hairs closest to my part no longer lay across the top of my head to the other side.  Rather they lay barely in place, close to my head.  All of the hair was about the same length instead of some being several inches long.

"Let me go over the edges again," said D.J. "And then we are about done."

D.J. picked up a different blade and inserted it into the clippers.  He went back over the nape of my neck and the part of the sides right around my ears.  The tickling sensation as he edged around the back of my neck made me wonder if I would be able to contain myself any longer, or would burst out with an orgasm.

D.J. held up the large hand mirror again.  The hairs along the neck line and around the ears were only about 1/8 inch long.  It gave me a very clean, crisp look.

D.J. ran his hands over my head and massaged my newly cut hair.  Then he brushed off my ears and neck.

He took a hair brush and brushed my hair into place.  He took some hair tonic and poured it on his hands.  Then he applied it to my hair.  It smelled nice, and it felt wonderfully reassuring and comforting as he brushed my hair some more.

I looked again in the mirror and could not believe how shortly it was shorn on the sides, up almost to the crown.  And on top, it was neatly held in place, slicked down with a neat part.  The front was brushed back and to the side and also slicked down in place.

"I think this looks really great," D.J. commented. 

I was in full agreement.  "Its the best haircut I ever got," I answered.

D.J., perhaps sensing I was on the verge of an orgasm, stroked the back of my neck, which was shaved clean.  Then he stroked my ears and the sides of my head and the stubble that remained.

Finally, I reached the point of no return and came in my pants.  As I did, he stroked the top of my head.

When I was done, D.J. unhooked the cape.  I went into the bathroom, cleaned myself up a bit, and changed my pants. 

When I returned, D.J. was in the den sitting on the couch.  "Don't you feel better now?" D.J. asked.

"Yeah, I feel great," I answered and it was true.  I never felt so relaxed and free in my life.

"Hey, I still have a little time.  Do you have any more videos to show me?" he asked. 

I placed another video in the VCR.  This one showed a cute blond getting what I had always thought of as a really short haircut.  Watching it made me realize that D.J. had made my hair about as short.  D.J. and I sat on the couch together watching.  As we did, he stroked my hair.  A couple of times he'd notice a hair that he had missed and snipped it off right then and there.  I enjoyed his attention to such details.  After a little more video watching, D.J. left.

Part II - Reality!

(A true account -- only some minor details have been changed to protect the truly guilty.)

When D.J. was about 20 miles from my house he called me from his car phone.  I had only given him my phone number a couple of days before and said I preferred that he not call, at least not until the day we were meeting up, so we had never talked on the phone before.  We talked for about 10 minutes, some about haircuts, some about our jobs and lives beyond haircuts.  He asked me if I was nervous about the haircut.  I told him, "I keep reminding myself to breathe."  I was a bit nervous actually speaking to him, but not as nervous as I thought I'd be.  He had an easy going demeanor that relaxed me a little bit at least.

  We had arranged to meet up at a mall, so when he described where he was and I calculated him to be within about 10 minutes of rendezvous point, we hung up and I headed out.  As I approached the mall, I saw this expensive Mercedes pull into the parking lot.  Something told me it was D.J.  I parked near where he pulled in and kind of gave him a wave to intercept him as he was walking toward the mall.  It was him. 

We entered the mall and walked around for a while.  When we'd see a guy somewhere in the right age range we'd comment to each other about his hair and whether that fit what I wanted or would go along with.  The pickings were slimmer at the mall than I had hoped, but there were a few cute guys with nice hair.  In any event, he got a better idea of what I like and don't like and what my limits were.  I was pretty candid about whether the guy's hair was too short, about right, or not short enough,  even though it was a little hard.  If it was about right but really short by my standards, I'd say something like "Well, that's going to have to be up to you.  If you told me that it had to be like that ..." and leave it at that. 

  After looking around the mall for about 45 minutes, I took him on a quick driving tour to show him a few barbershops in the area.  In one of them a cute guy was getting a short haircut in the first chair closest to the window.  I pulled into the parking lot in front of the shop and we watched for a few minutes and commented to each other about what a nice scene it was.  Then we drove by a couple of other shops.  He wanted to go into one just to check it out, but I felt funny about doing that and we didn't. 

  We went back to the mall and he picked up his car and followed me back to my place.  When we got inside, he gave me some pictures he had downloaded and printed on his color printer; they were incredibly good quality -- they looked almost like original photographs.  The haircuts on the guys in the pictures ranged from a very severe military high and tight to some medium length and longer styles.  Some of the guys were really hot and I enjoyed pointing out the D.J. the ones that turned me on.  Then I popped in a video and we watched some scenes that I like from the Buzz Boys videos and the Barbershop Video I have.  As we watched, we talked about what we liked or didn't like about the haircut or the technique being used to cut the guy's hair.  We sat on the same couch as we watched.  I kind of wanted to snuggle a bit, but I didn't know whether to say anything and he didn't either, so we just watched the videos. 

  Then after we had gone through the scenes I liked best, he asked, "So are you ready?"  So I obliged by asking "Ready for what?"  (By way explanation, D.J. had already read a Part I of this story, so he knew my complete fantasy in great detail.)

Anyway, we set up the kitchen as I had planned.  I took my shirt off but left my t‑shirt on and sat down.  He put his cape around me. 

It had been six weeks since my last haircut and my hair was pretty long.  It was a few inches on top and 1-2 inches all over the sides and back.  I was way overdue for a haircut, but I had been saving up for this day.

I'm a bit uncertain about the blades he used and other such technical details.  Those were left to him.  He basically clipper cut my hair with the electric clippers all the way up the back and sides leaving about 1/2 inch length.  Then he used the scissors a lot, which I really liked, on the top.  And then he went over the back and sides again with the scissors to get them even shorter.  He used the scissors a lot more than I thought he would and I really liked that he did.  I checked the haircut as it progressed a few times, looking up close in the mirror at various intervals and running my fingers over my hair.  He wet it down some and brushed it, and put some gel-like stuff on it.  He brushed it back more than to the side and it looked a little boxier than I normally wear it.  The sides and back were cut close (maybe about 1/4" to 3/8") all the way up to the top.  The top was maybe an inch all over.  I kind of liked it.  And he said he was done. 

The way I describe it makes it sound quick, but it was anything but quick.  It took about an hour to get to this point. But wait, there's more.

 

While I liked the haircut and it was quite a bit shorter than I had ever had it cut, I still wasn't quite satisfied.  It still wasn't quite as short as I had fantasized about having it cut.  That's when I did something that I didn't think I'd have the nerve to do.  I looked at my haircut up close in the mirror and asked D.J. if maybe the sides shouldn't be a little shorter, so that they would be tapered in tighter.  D.J. was quick to oblige, saying yes, they could be a little bit, if I wanted it that way.  I said he wasn't being very dominant, maybe he should just tell me that the sides should be shorter.  So he said yes, that he wanted to make the sides shorter.  So he put the cape back around me and used the clippers and scissors again on the sides down to more like 1/8" part of the way up, and about 1/4" inch the rest of the way up.  It felt really great.  Then he said, things kind of have to go together so he would have to make the back a little shorter.  So he cut it down a little more to also about 1/8‑1/4".  That also felt really great. 

Then he asked if that was short enough.  That's when I really got gutsy.  I asked tentatively, "Well if there were no restraints on this haircut, what would you want to do?"  He said, "Well I'd be tempted to take the top down a little more too."  I said, "Well, you tell me.  You don't want to let me off too easily." 

That was all the encouragement D.J. needed.  He picked up the scissors again and clipped the top down some more.  The feel of the scissors and his hands on my head as he cut my hair down to about 3/4" felt best of all.  Then he WAS done.

I really liked the way it looks.  Almost like a crew cut, but I still had some hair on the sides and back.  And it didn't totally stand up on top, it sort of was in between standing up and laying down. 

  I was so horny by the time he was done.  I had leaked all over my underwear! 

  After I stood up, I asked him if he wanted to touch my hair some more.  And he said yes.  So I stood close to him and he stroked my hair.  And then I kind of leaned my head against him and it got very hot, very quickly so I suggested we move back to the couch.  He sat down and I lay down with my head in his lap.  He just stroked and massaged my head all over and I got even more excited.  He knew just how I wanted my head to be touched and caressed.  Anyway, I kind of finished the Job Off while he continued stroking and massaging my hair.  WOW!

And then he left. 

  I felt great afterwards.  And I really like the haircut.

We've continued to send e-mail to each other since.  D.J. tells me that he'll be back to give me another haircut.  And he's given me a couple of things to contemplate in the mean time. When he does come back, I should be prepared to go even a little shorter than this first time.  And by spring time, if not sooner, it will be time for me to have a real crew cut or a flattop. 

Rest assured, thinking about what D.J. said hasn't been a problem for me; its thinking about anything else that's been the problem!

 

THE END