Officer Tom by Vince

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Officer Tom could not believe these two boys sitting at his kitchen table. His
two nephews sent to him by his brother. How had they come to look like this.
The older one, Mike, with his jet black - obviously dyed hair hanging in wavy
strands down over his face well past his nose - constantly fingering the long
bangs down over his face and if not fingering, running a broad toothed
longhandled comb through the mess - pulling it gently and perfectly down over
his face - looking up at you like some outrageous sheepdog.

The younger, Timmy, had a ridiculous afro - a mountain of bulbous hair that
stretched well out past his reach - he even needed help to keep the hair in its
perfect bulb.
All day he picked at his hair - keeping the curls fluffed out into the giant
fro.
The tight curls were sculpted to come down over his eyes as well - so that both
boys looked permanently through their hair at you.

Officer Tom's own son had long left the nest and was a respectable school
teacher with a nice crisp cleancut haircut and generally dressed in a suit.

This two brats didn't even know how to dress. The brothers both had a similar
style that way - both saggin their drawers down off their ass. The older tended
toward huge baggy jeans; whereas, the younger had the skinniest jeans ever that
also didn't seem to cover his ass- both their shiny bright-colored underwear
flashing everyone.
They seemed delighted to show off their hair and their underpanted asses.

Officer Tom scowled at the boys, looking at them.
But then he grinned - remembering that there were going to be some changes
coming.
The current situation was worth a scowl - but the coming days would bring him
SUCH joy, he thought. These two young lads thought they were well past
discipline at 18 and 19 years old - but they had another thing coming.
And speaking of cumming - he grinned a little bigger as he thought he could
recognize the scent of these two teens under their Axe cologne - the scent of
two boys who could barely keep their hands off themselves while they admired the
mirror and wanked day and night - thinking their uncle never knew -
they may learn how little control they really have over themselves.

Part 2
At first, Officer Tom thought it hilarious that the boys themselves may remove one of
his pet peeves - their HAIR!
The two teens, while both admiring his own hair, tended not to admire the others
hair - or was it envy, jealousy, ??

At any rate, they sometimes fought like little dogs over their hair.

Timmy was picking at his afro in the one full length mirror in the boys' bedroom.
He had the hair fluffed so high in the air that he had to extend the handle on his hairpick
to reach the top curls, making sure they stood proudly on his head. In his other hand
he had some very expensive, very light hairspray - specially designed to keep such
massive curls rising about into a cloud of hair. Any other spray would have weighed
the gargantuan bulb of hair down and shrunk his pride and joy globe of hair.

Older brother, Mike, had asked him several times to get away from the f***ing
mirror because he needed it to do his own hair. His emo style with the long dyed black
strands hanging down in front of his face may look like they didn't take work - but they
took plenty of time and admiration.

Timmy still stood in front of the mirror fifteen minutes later, picking at his hair and spraying
the room with the fragrant smell.
He stood with his legs spread apart, his supertight skinny jeans weren't even attempting to
cover his ass with the bright orange underwear that clung to each cheek making it look
like a ripe peach - the crack evident and the ROUND pronounced by the expensive
underwear.
His heavy studded belt was unneccsary, but decorative. Also, he had adjusted it down in front
because, as usual, he was totally boned about his own hair and admiring his image in
the mirror.
Older brother was disgusted, but knew he couldn't say too much because he'd been caught
with a boner while doing his long silky locks, too.
But, he was pissed now that little Timmy wasn't listening.
"F***ing hurry up, dude," he snarled.

"I gotta get it perfect, dude," Tim laughed. "F***ing gotta look HOT."

"Yeah, right, it's a f***ing ratsnest, bro." Mike would have been joking usually but
he was getting impatient. "Somebody should take a f***ing weedwhacker to that f***ing
mess of curly girlie hair."

"F*** you, asshole," Timmy didn't even turn around - well he thought of it - but it might
make things more embarrassing. His older brother's taunts had engorged his cock even
more. Even the thought of someone manhandling his precious long hair, his enourmous
afro!!

Finally, Mike left the room slamming the door on his way out.
Little bro knew he was off to use the bathroom mirror instead. He knew his brother couldn't
leave the house without his hair looking perfect. Besides, he'd left his leather coat on the bed.
He'd never leave the house without that.
The dudes comments earlier had really got him all horny, and he knew how long it took his
brother to fix his own hair.
So, he took the leather coat over to his bed and decided he'd annoint it.
"get back at the f***er for daring to mention someone cutting my hair," he whispered to
himself.
Timmy took the hand mirror and propped it up on the dresser beside his bed, then he shoved the pillow
with Mike's leather jacket over it up between his legs.
By admiring his own long curls cascading down over his eyes in the mirror and imagining some dude
taking control of his hair, he could wank off joyously and totally cream older bro's jacket - his other pride
and joy.
He began to hump the pillow and took his free hand to pick a little more at the hair, making sure the
soft curls covered the top half of his face. Occasionally, he would lift the mass of hair off his nose
to peek at his eyes and face underneath - seeing a little boy instead of a f***ing COOL DUDE!
This got him hard as a rock as he imagined some dude losing his cool 'tude by someone stealing his hair.

Sadly for him, older brother did not succeed in using the bathroom mirror. Uncle Tom was in there and
the shower was running.
He waited a while, but then got more and more impatient and angry that HIS hair had to wait.
"F*** this," he snarled at himself and strutted back to the bedroom.
When he entered the room, he didn't know whether to laugh or scream. He knew immediately that
little bro was wanking - he didn't see his own leather coat right away.
He could tell that Timmy was soooo involved in his own wanking that he hadn't even heard him
come in - and, of course, he was totally involved in looking at himself.

Mike shuffled in his saggybaggy pants over to the bed and then quickly sat on his little brother's
skinny legs. Tim started, but then knew he couldn't get up - for several reasons.
"It's okay, little dude. We all have to wank once in a while. We just don't all do it over
our vanity about our own hair," he laughed and grabbed one of his bro's ass cheeks giving it
a squeeze.
Timmy moaned.
"What's with all this hair, anyway, dude?" Mike slid his long fingers into the boy's massive curls
and pulled gently, screwing with the immaculate bulb of hair that Timmy had formed.

"F*** off my hair, dude," the younger boy squeaked.

"Hey," Mike just noticed his leather jacket. "What the F*** !! do you think you are doing with
my jacket, asshole."

"F*** off me," Timmy tried.

"I'm going to f***ing rip this f***ing hair outta your head. You're f***ing wanking on
my jacket over your own long f***ing hair - this f***ing ratsnest of curls that probably
has f***ing lice growing in it. You're f***ing crawling with f***ing lice and you dare
to lie down on my jacket."

Mike knew that Timmy hated anyone mentioned nits or lice in reference to his hair (or
anything actually). Because of the fragile nature of hair and the massiveness of his
afro, he could only wash his hair once a month or every six weeks - therefore, a lot of
people suggested that he might have lice - or could get lice - or if he does get lice...
..... he might have to....... AHHHHHHH!!

"Just get the f*** off me, and I'll give you your jacket back," Timmy whined.

"No, you get to spread your f***ing boyjuice on my jacket. Then you're going to lick
it up with your bald head after I cut your f***ing hair," Mike snarled. He realized he
couldn't actually pull all the hair out, so he began looking for something to cut the hair.
He reached for Timmy's dresser drawer and opened it up. He knew the kid kept all
kinds of crap in there.
Sure enough, there was a pair of scissors - not any scissors either - a pair of long
nosed blades that gleamed in the light and looked capable of snipping off huge swaths
of stud's long hair.
Mike smiled and sneered at the same time.
"Well, well, well," he said. "Lookie what I've found. Maybe you shouldn't keep these so
close by, Mr. Afroboy."

"F*** you," Timmy tried to get up but couldn't.

Mike reached for the boy's forehead and pulled huge handfuls of hair off the lad's face.
He looked down at his little brother and smirked. He could see bro's green eyes and
the little freckles on his nose. He could see the acne on his forehead - hidden succesfully
by the long curls usually.
The fact is, he could see his "little" brother hiding under all the massive stud curls.

"I'm going to turn you into a little boy, little boy," he laughed. "This f***ing
hair is so full of s**t, you should thank me."
Mike could feel the stickiness of hairspray and the natural thickness of the boy's
oils in his hair - sometimes white flecks formed within the curls from product and
lack of washing - not too noticeable until you were right on top of it .
He brought the scissors over for Timmy to have a good look at.
The younger lad couldn't help but pump a couple more times on the pillow.
Despite his horror - his dick was responding more postiively.

"F***, you horny little s**t," older brother laughed. He reached between the
skinny jeaned legs of his bro - now pulled down as well as the undies, and tickled
his lightly haired balls. Younger brother nearly came right there.
He arched his back a little and humped the pillow a few more strokes as older brother
still gripping his hair slapped his ass lightly a couple of times and then tickled his
scrotum and sack again -
Timmy was breathing heavily - trying not to let older brother have control of his
cock - but not succeeding well.

Mike raised the sharp scissors to little bro's gigantic volume of hair and threatened
the curls.
"You are going to look soooo f***ing cute without all this hair. Just like a little
baby boy."

"F***, don't do it, dude - don't f***in do it."

Older bro was feeling a little sorry for the punk now - but he was still wanking
on his jacket. He tickled the kid's bag again and then said.

"What do you think a baldie or a flattop haircut - or some army dude cut," and laughed.
He opened the blades and placed them into the young teenager's massive curls that
concealed his face.
Timmy was arching his back furiously, his cock throbbing and leaking precum everywhere.
He couldn't get control.
he couldn't get up.
He couldn't stop his cock from responding with excitement.
He couldn't escape.
He couldn't protect his vanity - his long hair - his awesome afro!!

Mike let the hair fall down over the silver blades of the scissors and Timmy
mistakenly thought he had closed the blades.

The young dudes back arched way back and he spewed his boyjuice in huge doses
all over Mike's proud leather jacket. His punky jacket now all spunky.

Timmy's energy spent, he collapsed down on the bed and tried to see his brother.
He couldn't see him well through the hair and the arm holding the scissors.
Mike was laughing.
"You f***ing came like a horse, little dude." In a way he was proud of his brother.
"But you are going to have to pay for cumming on my leather."

"Please," Timmy pleaded. "I'm really f***ing sorry, please, please don't cut my
hair."

"Hmmm."

"Say you love it."

"What?" a glimmer of hope.

"Say you love your long hair."

"I love my long hair."

"Say it with conviction, little brother."

"I LOVE my long hair for sure."

"Convince me."

"I LOVE my long hair, dude. My f***ing long hair is my f***ing life.
I live for my f***ing long hair and I never ever want to lose my long hair.
My afro means everything to me. and i f***ing need it to keep my f***ing
image, dude - please."

Mike was impressed. The kid was grovelling a bit - but then it was his long
hair - and Mike knew all about loving long hair.

Mike closed the blades of the scissors.
A loud crunching sound was heard - and

Timmy began to wail. Real tears began to flow.
Mike jumped off his little bro's legs to let him up.

"Take it easy, little dude." He laughed. "I only took a few curls."

It was true, Tim saw. Older brother was just holding a few silky curls in his
hand. He had obviously adjusted the scissors away from the masses of hair.

"My souvenir." Mike laughed again, then scowled when he realized the
punk dude with 'tude had managed to piss on his coat.
"You f***ing little rat," he went to grab more of Timmy's hair and turn him
into an army brat - but then he heard Uncle Tom.

"What the hell are you too little brats up to in there. Quiet down or I'll
be taking both of you to the barbershop sooner than you think."

Mike calmed - though he felt his boner stretch beneath the hugely baggy
pants sagging off his ass. He realized it had already been half hard from
cutting a little of bro's hair.

Uncle Tom smirked on the other side of the door as he heard the boys
not making any more noise.

"I'm not done with you," Mike whispered as he gathered his soaked leather jacket.

"You better not sleep, dude," Timmy whispered as he examined his afro in the mirror,
making sure nobody could see the missing bits.

The war of hairs had begun.

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