Danny by ????

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As Danny approached his stylist’s door, he noticed a change to the sign: "Susan’s Beauty and Barber". Open 10 to 6. The barber part was new, but then he hadn’t had a hair cut in almost 3 months. He glanced at his watch. 5:58 PM. He pulled on the door. It opened. "Whew!" he thought.

Inside, there was no sign of Susan. Instead, the was a man not much older than himself in a crisp white jacket. He had big dark eyes and a perfect smile, but Danny couldn’t take his eyes of the man’s hair. It was one of the shortest cuts he had ever seen. The sides of his head were completely bald, and the thick jet black hair on top was a rim of hair no longer than 1/2 an inch, standing straight up and blending perfectly into a bald strip in the middle of his head.

"Is Susan here?" Danny asked the man.

"No, it was a slow day, so she went home a little while ago. I’m the only one here. Name’s Julio," said the man in the white jacket. His haircut was severe but the eyes and smile seemed kind. Almost playful.

"I’m Danny. Are you a stylist, too?" he asked.

"No," he laughed. "I’m the barber in Susan’s Beauty and Barber. But since you made it in before 6, I’m happy to cut your hair when I’m done with Bob here." Danny realized that he had been so focused on Julio’s hair that he hadn’t really noticed the man in the chair waiting for the haircut. His hair was not where near as long as Danny’s, not even touching his ears.

"Can you just trim off where it’s getting curly?" Asked Danny. "My father said if I didn’t get a haircut tonight, he was going to buzz it off himself. He says curls are for girls."

Danny’s hair was covering his collar and ears, and just starting to curl up there and at his bangs. Julio eyed the curls with disapproval. "I promise I can give you the haircut you want," he answered. The eyes were still playful, but now seemed more devious. Danny felt suddenly nervous. Or was it excitement.

"Great!" Danny answered.

"Could you do me a favor, Danny? Lock the door, and close the shades, please. Don’t need any more last minute stragglers."

"No problem." As Danny shut the window, Julio turned his attention back to Bob. "So, what area we doing today."

"Wedding leave is over, so it’s gotta go," he said.

"So the usual medium reg?" Julio asked.

"No, gotta go shorter. I made a deal with my Commander. He let me start growing it out a little early so it could look civi for the wedding. I promised to come back with a haircut fit for a marine. I was thinking a horseshoe," Bob replied.

Julio ran his hand across his own hair. "It is all the rage," he said. "One horseshoe coming up."

Danny sat down in a chair on the wall facing Bob as Julio sprayed a pair of clippers. He was surprised to see him using clippers right away...Susan had only ever used clippers on his sideburns and neck. When Julio ran them straight up the side of Bob’s head, leaving a strip of white skin behind, Danny let out an audible "Whoa!"

"What’s up Danny? Never seen a military haircut?" Julio asked.

"Not that short" Danny replied, as Julio quickly made short work of the hair on the sides and back of Bob’s head.

"Feels great," said Bob. "You should try it."

"No thanks," said Danny. "I’m here to avoid getting all my hair cut off."

"Sure you are," said Julio, with a wink. There was that devious smile again. This time Danny shivered, and felt something like an electric charge in his groin.

Just then, Julio moved the clippers toward Bob’s forehead, skipped the very front of his hair, and plowed another strip of bald right down the middle. Danny felt that charge again, and shifted in his chair to hide a growing problem. Too late. "Everything OK down there, Danny?" Wink. Smile. Despite his embarrassment, Julio’s attention seemed to only make the problem worse.

Danny tried not to stare as Julio put something in Bob’s hair and started to blow dry it straight up. He failed miserably, mesmerized by every cut. He felt he should say something to make the staring less awkward just as he realized something. "Hey, are you getting the same haircut as Julio?"

"Yes," Bob said. "Horseshoe flattop."

"Why is it called that?" Danny asked. With a grin, Julio bent the top of his head down so Danny could see the obvious answer. "That’s pretty severe, but cool."

"Cool stylish and cool temperature," Julio said. "It would look great on you. And meet the ‘no curls’ rule."

"My Dad would love it, but I still just want the trim. My girlfriend loves my hair."

"We’ll see," said Julio, in a tone that almost made Danny jump. He wanted to run out of the shop to save his hair, but he didn’t want to expose the bulge in his pants and he was pretty sure his father was serious about the buzz cut, since Danny had ducked haircuts for two months for a girl his father didn’t like.

"How much do you want shaved?" Julio asked Bob. Shaved? But the man has no beard, thought Danny.

"Just the edges, thanks. I think this is short enough for the boss," Bob replied.

"Sure thing," Julio said as he wiped shaving cream onto Bob’s neck and sideburns. He then took a straight razor, shaved off the cream and any remaining hair, and wiped everything off with a hot towel.

"All done. One lame ass, not quite to the wood, horseshoe," Julio said with an air of exasperation.

"Hey, your sides aren’t any shorter than mine," Bob joked.

"Guilty," Julio said. "I haven’t taken the razor to them for 3 days. But I’m off in a few days. Might even treat my self to a full cut and shave. That’ll be $20."

Bob looked in the mirror and smiled. "Great job! Here’s 30. And who shaves the shaver," he asked.

"Trade secret," Julio said. "Can’t have you leaving me for him. But he only does private appointments for select clients." He unlocked the door.

"Bummer. But since I look better than you, I guess you’re the better barber. Though with this cut, I might not be back quite as quick " Bob laughed as he walked out.

"You’ll be back quicker if you want to keep it looking good," Julio yelled after him before he shut the door and relocked it. "Ok, let’s go Danny. Waddle over here. You don’t have to keep trying to hide that boner." Danny blushed and walked to the barber chair. "So what’s the occasion?"

"What occasion?"

"Father’s don’t threaten to shave their kid’s head for nothing. Why do the curls have to go today?" Julio asked.

"Ahh, actually, it’s my 18th Birthday today. My parents are throwing me a party tonight, and some of my uncles have commented on their ‘daughter’s’ hair. Plus, I think he’s enjoying his last bit of control before I go to college, and he gets the added bonus of upsetting my girlfriend. He’s not a fan," said Danny.

"Sounds rough," said Julio, as he put the snapped the cape around Danny’s neck. "Why’s he so tough on you?"

"It’s my fault, really. I’ve been skipping haircuts to make the girlfriend happy. He already gave me two chances and I didn’t go, and then I broke curfew with her. I’m actually getting off fairly easy with the trim because it’s my birthday."

"We’ll see," repeated Julio. Danny’s felt his bulge getting bigger. Somehow, he knew Julio wasn’t going to let him run out at this point, and he was starting to be more interested in the sensation than his hair.

"Hey, I had a question. What else can you shave?" Danny asked.

"What do you mean?" Julio asked.

"Bob didn’t have a beard or anything, but you asked him how much he wanted shaved. And then you made fun of him for not being down to the wood. But you couldn’t have cut his hair any shorter," Danny said.

"Oh, that. Some guys like to have the sides, back, and landing strip shaved with a straight razor. Like I’m going to do for you. Bet you never thought you’d be getting a shaved horseshoe haircut today, did you?" Julio said with a grin.

"No, I didn...hey wait...I’m not getting a cut like yours. You said you’d just give me a trim. Just the curls off. You promised," Danny protested.

"Actually, I promised I would give you the haircut you wanted, and there’s no question you want a haircut like mine. You haven’t stopped staring at it since you got here, except when you were staring at Bob’s. So I will live up to my promise, and give you the haircut you want. It just may not be the one you asked for," Julio said with a chuckle as he picked up the clippers.
"I don’t want your haircut. I was just interested in it. I thought it looked cool," Danny said. "I mean, it looked cool on you." He realized the last sentence was probably more than he should have said.

Julio set the clippers back down. "Danny, you might as well get used to the thought of you in a horseshoe because you don’t really have many options. If you go without a haircut, your Dad will buzz you down anyway, probably with some crappy beard trimmers that will pull as many hairs as they cut. I guarantee you a Julio horseshoe will look better than a Dad buzz. Plus, you’ll make him happy with the short cut, and maybe we can get rid of that girl who has you breaking rules. "And for the record, even if you convinced me Big Danny doesn’t want a horseshoe," Julio continued, gesturing to the tented portion of the cape, "little Danny definitely does."

Big Danny knew he couldn’t argue with that, so he relaxed and tried to imagine himself with a horseshoe. Little Danny got bigger. "Ok," Danny said, as he ran his hands through his sandy blond hair one last time. "Do it. Please."

Julio picked up the clippers an started shaving. Hair was falling down the cape like a river, changing course at the tented area. As Danny started breathing heavy, Julio uncovered Danny’s crotch. "Would you like a little help with that?" Julio asked.

"Hey, I’m not gay!" Danny said.

"I didn’t say you were. But haircuts can be erotic. Especially when there are clippers and razors involved. Especially when you’re not really in charge. It happens to everyone. No big deal," said Julio. Danny relaxed and giggled at the last part. "Plus, I’m done with the back and sides, so we’re getting to the first really good part."

Danny couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw his reflection, with no hair on the back and sides of his head. "It get better?" asked Danny.

"Mmm hmmm." murmured Julio. "You might explode when I cut the landing strip." Julio adjusted the clippers and moved toward the top of Danny’s head.

"I meant to ask. What’s the landing..." Danny’s question was interrupted by a pass of the clippers down the center of his head. He almost jumped. Little Danny felt wet. Julio looked down with a smile. "Guess you didn’t need any help after all."

Danny blushed again. He was relaxed as Julio put product in his hair blew it dry, and sculpted the horseshoe. He went over the hair multiple times in multiple directions, cutting with clippers, then scissors, turning the chair and looking in the mirrors. Finally, he turned Danny to face the mirror and announced "Phase one complete." Danny couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked Julio, just a little younger and a lot blonder. "Do you like it?"

"No offense, but I don’t know," Danny said. "I definitely look tougher, but my girlfriend said the curls made me look cute."

"I didn’t ask if she’d like it," Julio said, as he grabbed a warm towel and started wrapping it around Danny’s head. "On to phase two."

"What’s phase two? I don’t have any hair left!" Danny asked.

"I told you, you’re going down to the wood. Straight razor and all. Stop complaining or I’ll shave you bald, which would be a shame given the current quality of your shoe," said Julio. "The towels need to stay there for a few minutes to soften your hair. Would you like your birthday present while we wait?"

"You just met me. How did you get me a birthday present?" Danny asked incredulously.

"I didn’t get you one. But I can give you one. Has the evil girlfriend ever blown you?" Julio asked.

"She tried. It didn’t really work. It seemed kind of sloppy," Danny admitted, though he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because the tingling on his scalp was starting to make other things tingle. Maybe, as he was starting to admit to himself, Julio’s attention was a little exciting. "Are you gay?"

"I don’t like terms like gay and straight. I like to have fun with people I find attractive," Julio said. "But I tend to enjoy men more, because they can do things women can’t."

"Do you find me attractive?" Danny asked. He wasn’t sure what answer he wanted.

"I thought you had potential, but I didn’t like your curls. Not because they weren’t manly; they just didn’t suit you. Now that they’re gone, yes, you’re sort of my type."

"Uh, thanks," Danny said. Julio organized his tools for a minute, and then took the towels off his head. When he put on the shaving cream, Little Danny started to wake up again. As the razor started to scrape against his skin, his pants got tight.

"Julio, can I still get that birthday present?" Danny asked hoarsely.

"I thought you’d never ask," Julio replied. "Just a few more strokes up here, and I’ll get to work down there. Try to hold on while I carve out your landing strip." He then took the razor across the top of Danny’s head. Holding on wasn’t easy.

"All done," Julio said, and grabbed a towel to wipe off the remaining shaving cream. He the opened Danny’s zipper and pulled out his penis. Danny braced himself for the sharp feeling of his girlfriends teeth, but it never came. Instead, he just felt pressure, and suction. It was moist, but not sloppy. Twice, Julio stopped just as Danny thought he might cum. After a pause, he went back to work. Ecstasy.

Danny didn’t want it to end, but he couldn’t hold out any longer. "I’m gonna cum!" Danny said. Julio kept going. Maybe he didn’t hear. "I’m gonna cum!" Danny said again. Julio kept going. With a spasm of ecstasy, Danny let go of his load. Julio kept going for a few seconds, then took his mouth off Danny’s penis, stood up, and swallowed.

"I’m sorry," Danny said, "I tried to let you know when I was gonna cum."

"You did. Why be sorry?" answered Julio.

"My girlfriend hates it when I come in her mouth."

"Danny, you need a new girlfriend. I don’t care if she spits or swallows, but she should at least let you finish." Julio said.

"I didn’t think I’d enjoy it from a boy. But that was better," Danny said, almost too himself.

"Calm down. Liking a good blow job doesn’t make you gay. In the navy, I got good at haircuts and blow jobs. Plenty of sailors went back to their wives after I sucked them off. Some still stop by on vacation. It’s always better from someone who has the same parts and knows what to do with them," Julio said. "Zip up. You’re all done."

"How much do I owe you?" Danny asked. When he heard it, he realized how it sounded, and quickly added "For the haircut."

Julio laughed. "On the house, birthday boy. But start saving up, you’re going to need to come back every couple of weeks to keep that flattop looking sharp. Every week if you don’t want to lost that clean shaven feeling. Here’s my card...call me to set up an appointment."

"Thanks, Julio. For everything." As he opened the door to leave, he felt Julio’s hand runs across his landing strip, then down the back of his hair and neck. "Good luck at the party, stud," Julio said as he gave Danny’s butt a smack.

Danny couldn’t stop rubbing his head as he walked home. He had to stop when he got close to make sure he didn’t enter with a boner. As he walked in the door, his father glanced over and said, "Danny?"

"It’s me, Dad."

"My God, what did you do to your hair?"

"You told me to get it cut, Dad."

"I didn’t mean for you to go that short. I didn’t even know Susan did cuts like that."

"I didn’t mean to, either. Susan wasn’t there, but she hired a new barber with this haircut. He caught me staring at it. When I got in the chair, he said he would give me the haircut I really wanted, or I could go home and let you buzz it off. I thought this was the better choice," Danny said.

"Danny, I wouldn’t really have buzzed your hair."

"That would have been good to know, Pop, cuz it’s not how you sounded earlier."

"I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have gotten a haircut you didn’t want. It will take forever to grow back. Do you want me to talk to Susan about the barber," his father offered.

"No, Dad. He was right...I did want his haircut, and I actually really like it. He even shaved it with a razor. It feels amazing. Don’t know if I’ll keep it, but I’m glad I got it."

"Ok, your choice. Good luck with Maryann on that one."

"Oooooh, almost forgot about that. Let’s get that over with." Danny took out his phone and took a selfie to post on Instagram. #newdo #barbersidea. Then he took a shot of the top of his head and posted #horseshoe #tothewood.

Not two minutes later, his screen lit up. That didn’t take long, Danny thought. Maryann had posted. "OMG Why:(" Danny decided to text her back directly. "Trying something new".

"U should have asked me first"
"Why"
"Im ur GF"
"U dont decide my hair"
"I get some say btwn handsome and bald"
"I like it. W8 til u feel it"
"Ick. Turn off."
"Sorry. Ur gonna need to get used to it."
"Doubtful"
"Still on for tomorrow?"
"We’ll see if I want 2 be seen with u"

Danny wanted to just text, "I can’t believe you would break up with me over a haircut," but knew it wouldn’t help, so he sent "K. Lemme know I guess," and went back to Instagram. The comments mostly broke along gender lines, with girl saying he used to look so good, and guys saying it looked good or easy to care for. He played Fortnight for awhile, then went downstairs.

His hair was also the talk of his birthday party. His mom was the only one without a major opinion. "It’s your hair" was all she said. His uncle congratulated him on looking like a man again, while his aunt’s told him he looked older but mourned his curls. One of his 14 year cousins said it looked cool, then froze when his uncle said "Glad you think so, cuz I’m taking you to the barber tomorrow. You two," he said staring at his 17 year old son, "are going to look awesome in flat tops." The 17 year old said nothing, but slapped his little brother hard in the back of the head.

His father came back to introduce him to a guy he didn’t know. "This is my boss’s nephew, Bill. He just finished high school, too, and is visiting for a few weeks. I told him he could come by to meet some guys his age."

"Nice to meet you," said Danny.

"Same," said Bill. "Cool looking haircut," he added, much to Danny’s surprise given his curly shoulder length locks. But he noticed Bill was staring at his shoe.

"Feels even better," Danny said. "Go ahead, but beware, you may end up getting one" he said as he bent his head forward. Looking straight down, he detected a growing bulge in Bill’s pants as he stroked Danny’s landing strip.

"I wouldn’t have the guts," Bill admitted.

"It had nothing to do with guts," Danny said. "Just took a barber who decided to give me the haircut I was staring at instead of the one I asked for."

"Maybe I should meet your barber."

"I have his card up in my room. C’mon"

Once they were upstairs, Danny shut the door. "Do you need some help with that?" He said, pointing to Bill crotch.

Bill froze and blushed. "Oh my God, you saw. Ssssorry. Your haircut turns me on, I guess."

"It’s OK," Danny said. "It turned me on, too. The barber basically made me get one because he saw me get a hard on watching his hair."

"Wow, that’s crazy. Do you still like it?"

"It’s growing on me," Danny said. "Like other things." Danny pointed to his own crotch. He unzipped Bill’s pants, got on his knees, and pointed to his landing strip. "Your rub, I’ll suck," Danny said, and got to work, hoping he’d be as good as Julio.

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