Brian's Barbershop.... (my first story) by Hildon

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There he was again…
I’ve been watching him sitting on the bench on the other side of the street almost every saturday around the same time for the past few weeks, watching the shop from the corner of his eyes. He had shoulder length dark blond hair with a thick beard that he wore about 3 inches long with a full thick moustache covering both lips. He almost looked like a biker but he was always well dressed. Maybe he was a hipster or something like that…


But first, let me introduce myself, I’m Brian, I’ve own my barbershop for nearly 15 years now and I‘ve been known as the shorter than bargan for barber… When I meet a new costumer, my first question is always "How short do you want it?" Or something like "it’s about time you got rid of that mess!" I may have lost a few clients over time but most people know what to expect when they come to the shop.


Now back to our guy outside the shop...
I could see him peak at my work, especially when I was giving very short cuts, he would start fidgeting on the bench, stroking his mane, feeling nervous… He wanted it so bad, but he never entered the shop, each time he would notice that I saw him he would just walk away.

Today however, I decided to engage eye contact, he was my prey and I would not let go of him. As he seemed to enjoy my clipper work, today was my lucky day. In my chair was Stuart, he is about 35 and he has this thing about getting bi-annual haircuts, his hair grows like weed and having a haircut fetish himself he just let it grow for 6 months and gets it buzzed off. So I decided to go very slowly with the cut to get the lad’s attention. I prepped the clippers took them in my right hand and my wide tooth comb in the other hand and waited a few seconds to make sure he was watching. And… contact! Our eyes met just as the steel teeth touched the base of the forelocks, I didn’t even look at the hair falling, I just looked at him, I smiled, nodded my head to salute him and then got back to the cut, making sure I kept his attention. I slowly ran the clippers over Stuart’s head and making sure that all the hair fell in front of the cape. The guy looked very excited and nervous, he would look away for a moment, running his hand through his long hair, changing position then getting back to watching the cut. I was almost done with Stuart, cleaning up his neck and around his ears. I removed the cape and quickly brushed any hair on his shirt. He paid and left the shop.

I looked at the bench and our friend was still there, I brushed the chair clean, turned it to face the window, stood beside it, looked at him straight in the eyes and motioned him to come in and have a seat. His eyes quickly wandered away for a moment, then back to me, I could see by his chest movement that his breathing was fast, would he do it? I felt his body moving forward and stopped , he looked away again then back at me, slowly stood up, looked at me again and finally he started walking, crossed the street and reached the door of the shop, he paused again then finally opened the door and walked in.

With my hand, I invited him to take a seat. As he was going to be my last customer of the day I locked the door behind him. Without any hesitation, I caped him and turn the chair toward the mirror, I didn’t want to scare him right from the beginning. Up to now, not a word was exchanged, the energy was intense and we both new this was an epic moment.

I knew I had to make it special for him and for me as well. He was a very handsome man, as I stated earlier he had dark blond hair which were topped by amazing dark green eyes and his full beard wars a lot darker than his hair. He had a great built, some muscles but not too much. I gently started to comb back his long locks with my wide tooth comb. Combed back, his forelocks almost reached his shoulder, which made them nearly 12 inches in length. I combed it a few more time making sure we made eye contact. I took my spray bottle and started to wet his mane a bit and combed it again. I decided to let the excitement slowly built and I started parting a lock of hair straight up in the hair, took my sheers and gently cut off half an inch then released the lock. I went on like this all over the head, just giving him a slight trim, oh so gently, lock after lock until I finished his "trim"… I could feel him calming down. I then took a padded brush and with the blowdryer started drying his mane, it didn’t take very long since I haven’t wet the hair that much in the first place. I unfastened the cape and brushed his shirt clean. He thought I was done, I could tell he was confused about what just happened but as he started his motion to get out of the chair, my hands on his shoulders kept him firmly in place. He jolted, looked me straight in the eyes through the mirror, I could feel his heartbeat get faster. Suddenly he realized what just happened, I gave him his last salon haircut.

I momentarily turned away from him to go and close the blinds and turn off the radio, the place went silent, I went back to the chair put my sheers and my comb in my shirt pocket. I didn’t put the cape back on, I wanted what was to come to be as raw as possible… Hair would fall, lots of it and I wanted him to to feel it land on his pants… and more… I then slowly combed up his long forelocks but not so gently now, I grabbed a fistful of it and pulled it up firmly, took my scissors from my pocket and applied them straight to the scalp. he closed his eyes but I waited a few seconds, I wanted him to watch every second of it, he reopened his eyes and looked at me, I then slowly shut the scissors closed about 3-4 times so to reach from one side of the forehead to the other. I let go of the dead hair that landed on his crouch. He had an erection (so did I), I could see it through his trousers, he was so excited, he was shivering. I walked passed the chair to get rid of the sheers and grab my Oster, I put a #0000 blade on them and got back to him, passing as close to the chair arm as possible touching his hand with my crouch, I wanted him to feel my boner.

I stood behind him, put my left hand on top of his head and pushed it down firmly. I made sure he could look at his hair as it all fall on his lap, almost as if I made him bow. I put the blades on his nape and slowly drove the teeth through his hair, going up to the crown and through the the top of the head and finishing at the forelock where the destruction had begun. The hair cascaded down to his crouch where I could see appear a wet spot through his pants, He came…

I continued my process from back to front so the hair could keep on falling on his lap until the last pass completely remove the last strand of hair on his head. I made a second and a third pass all over making sure everything was reduced to stubbles, I paused and put his head back up so he can finally see his bald head, his new freshly shorn Bald head…. I caressed it firmly with both hands, he looked so sexy with no hair and a full beard! He was staring at himself, in disbelief.

I analysed the beard to see how it would turn out, but it was an easy decision, he must keep that beard. I quickly trimmed the sides so to fade them with the bald head, then I started combing his moustache down. It reached 1/2 inch below the lower lip, this is where the remaining destruction will take place. The big handlebar moustache will be replaced by a nice short chevron. I reached for my edger and started to uncover the upper lip, he had a nice wide mouth underneath all that fur so his smile will be amazing, I must have removed an inch of hair only on the mustache. Finally I blended the edges with the cheeks and I was done.


I spun the chair around and he got up. I then grabbed the dusting brush and started removing the hair on his shirt and pant but there was a lot of it that seemed to have fallen inside so I started to unbutton his shirt but he grabbed my hands to stop me, this is where I noticed his wedding band, he unbuttoned it himself, took it off and I finished dusting him. He had a nice furry chest and a nice built. After removing all the hair I helped him put back his shirt and proceeded to button it up myself, I got closer to him, looking at him in the eyes, he looked so hot, I got closer and closer as to kiss him but I stopped and let this manly energy flow between us…. Just exchanging breaths...then I spoke…


-My name Brian by the way….
-Robert… he replied.


We shook hands and he started to walk away, then stopped before opening the door, he turned around and said;


-Thank you sir….


He left.


He never came back in front of the shop to watch like he did, until one day maybe 2-3 months later when I saw him, he walked in front of the shop with his wife by his side and his kid in his arms. He still had his head shaved and I noticed that his beard had been cut shorter. I remember it like it was in slow motion… I watched him go by slowly while he talked to his kid, he didn't look at the shop until the very last second where he slightly turned his head, his eyes reached to look at me for a second, he smiled and that was it. I never saw him again. I smiled and got back to work.

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