Mullet Man by Gregorynation

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Brian extended a slender arm in the sunlight. He puffed up his delicate chest and rolled out of his plaid bed sheets. He smiled as he strutted towards the mirror. A morning wood protruded from his crotch as he stroked his 3 foot mullet. It was no thicker then a piece of paper, but shined like the sun. Brian lovingly stroked the mullet hairs down his tight chest, down to his smooth abdomen. It was tight but not as toned as someone who worked out. He draped the thin mullet across his body; it was so thin you could see the small frame beneath, his manhood erupting in excitement as it poked through this sheer curtain of hair. Delighted by it's glory and length Brian blew a kiss to his attractive and proud face, ruffling the rest of his hair before indulging his member to morning delights as he stroked his mullet as well. It wasn't until he erupted a load as glorious as his mullet did he deem himself ready to swag his beautiful self to school.

As the wind rustled his mullet, the bright wisps flicking through the air as he drove to school, Brian found himself thinking of how his glorious mullet came to be. It had been being grown since he was eight. His father had one, and his father before him. His family had used their glorious mullets to woo and wow themselves into the beds of lovers for a few generations and it was Brian's turn. He had spent ten years preening, polishing, and buffing this gloriously thin mullet. Now he was an 18 year old senor. It was his pride and joy, Brian was known for it. He loved people's stares and gawking at it. Everyone knew him by it, he was the golden mullet.

Brian adjusted the excited rod in-between his pants, hiding it with his book bag before draping this mullet over his back and tight bum. He began strutting down the sidewalk towards school when a few members of the football noticed him.

"EYYYY, Mullet man! You got a cape! Be a shame if it got caught in something.”

Brian smiled, "You boys just can't handle how good I look. You all have nub heads!”

One of the boys turned red, obviously jealous of the mullet as a another bantered back, "If I wanted my back to look like a shower curtain I would have gone to a bathroom!”

Brain just tossed his long mullet and went to his classes. As the day went by his horniness grew and grew, until finally it was gym class. As he and his friend, Paul, were undressing, he flicked Paul with his mullet.

"Agh, dude watch it with that thing, it's so thin it's like a whip!” Paul said as he rubbed his pec, where a slight red whelt appeared.

Brian laughed, "C'mon you know you like it.”

Paul grimaced, "Geez Brian calm your noodle down!” He flicked Brian's excited member, to which Brian yelped.

The Gym coach burst into the locker room, "Come on ladies! Hustle!” He walked out the door as the boys frantically put on their gym clothing. On the way out Brian tapped one of the freshman boys shaved head.

"Looks a bit cold up here, lucky for me I have a built in heater.” Brian laughed as he whipped the boy with his hair, cock forward as he walked out the door. He began to jog along side the rest of his gym class, hair and cock bouncing along the path. They arrived at the basketball court and the class began to divide into two teams. Brian continuously won, as he used his thin mullet as a whip, whipping boys out of the way and distracting them with the golden shower of hair so he could win. He also sent out jeers to the rest of the class, taunting them, with names like, "St. Baldy, Carrot Head, Nub nubs.” By the end of class he had triumphantly won, with the class sweaty and tired behind him.

After Brian had washed off and oiled his mullet he headed to shop class. Now, the teacher had always warned him to tie his thin mullet back, but why would Brian do that? It was so beautiful, something like that should be gawked and stared at. So Brian puffed up his ego and let the glorious mullet trail behind him in class.

Brian was paired with the boy from earlier who he'd taunted about having a shaved head. Carl was his name. Carl glared nonstop at Brian who would not stop blabbing.

Brian smiled at Carl, "It must be so sad to walk up to that scruff on your head Carl.”

Carl glared, "And I suppose waking up to that paper thin mullet it better?”

Brian laughed and clapped the freshman on his back, "Of course it is! It's a glorious enigma of golden delight.”

Carl smirked, "Golden delight huh? Well we should start welding now don't you think, you lean over and hold this piece of metal so I can weld it.”

Brian bent over, holding the metal has his thin mullet dangled precariously off of his right shoulder, waving in the air, "Be careful baldsqueak!”

Carl turned on the welder, "Don't you worry Mullet man! I will.” And with that he turned the flame towards the metal. At first he was just melting the pieces together, but as the flame got closer to the thin curtain mullet dangling close to the metal Carl remembered how many times the senor Brian had teased him and even whipped him with his mullet. So he leaned forward and flicked his wrist. In an instant the glorious mullet was cinging away. At first Brian didn't notice, he cockily watched thinking of how glorious his hair was. But then he smelt the hair and noticed the burned remains of his mullet falling to the floor. Brian screamed a sort of high pitched wail and proceeded to pee his pants. His pride and glory was gone and now all he had was his wet pants. Now it was he who was Baldsqueak.

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