Golden Hair - II Rusty gets the big chop by BaldBearded

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Rusty gets the big chop!

Rusty and his dad drove home in silence. Over the next few days, Rusty would rise as usual, do his morning run, come home, and take his shower. After toweling off, Rusty would then set in front of the mirror, and attempt to arrange his thinning locks so his scalp was not visible. As each day progressed, it appeared to be getting harder and harder to swoop across the front, and down the sides, and tie the ponytail just so. He could not swim, or even run, fearing he would dislodge the golden swoop of hair, concealing his ever-thinning locks.

As time went on, Rusty became more depressed, he stopped hanging out with his friends, stopped shaving and as fall set in, stopped running. One morning, as he got up for school, he took his shower, and after, stood in front of the mirror. His beard was thick, and golden, like his hair, topped by a thick mustache. He looked older than his eighteen years, for sure. Instead of the swoop, he brushed his hair, straight back. Be could see clearly the "M" pattern, and how far advanced his baldness had become. An island of thicker hair, surrounded by thinner hair reaching to the back of this head.


Rusty then took the brush, and brushed the hair on top, forward, and down. What was once a thick. lush draper of hair that he could barely see out of, was now a thin, straggly curtain of hair. Rusty reached out and pinched a thin 2-ft long lock of hair and gently tugged. To his amazement, with just the tiniest amount of pressure the entire lock of hair released from his scalp. For a moment, Rusty stared in awe at the lock of hair in his hand. Then he looked at his scalp, a bald patch of pink skin shown where there was once thin hair. Rusty reached up again, and grabbed a lock of hair, this time a bit thicker than the last, and gently tugged at the end. With just a slight bit of pressure, and no pain, the lock of hair was freed from his scalp, and another patch of scalp lay bare. Rusty fingered the long stand of hair, and laid on the counter next to the previous strand. Again he reached up, and again he pulled. Rusty started to shiver, but continued to pull out more and more hair.

Switching to the other side of his head, he repeated the steps, choose a lock, gently tug, lay the lock on the counter, next to he last. After a few minutes of pulling rusty had circled the entire perimeter of his scalp, up and behind the crown. A one inch horseshoe shaped bald pattern had emerged. Rusty had isolated the thinning hair on top and back completely from the thicker hair on the back and sides. He was mesmerized. Suddenly there was a knock on this bathroom door. "Rusty, are you OK, you are late for school". It was his mom… he did not know what to do, he could not let her see him like this. "Not feeling well mom, going to go back to bed". "OK dear, call me at the office if you need anything".

Rusty waited to hear the front door close, and when he knew he was completely alone, he started again. The puling continued for about an hour. The pile of hair on the counter was growing, and so was Rusty’s erection. He was aroused at the sight of his every balding scalp. Rusty was almost done, the only remaining hair on the top of his head was a thin, wispy 2-inch square forelock, in front. Rusty grabbed the lock of hair, and gave it a tug. "Ouch", it wasn’t going to budge.

Rusty reached up with his right hand, and started rubbing his totally smooth scalp, he was aroused. With his right hand he rubbed, and with his left, he jacked off… and shot a huge load.

Reality started to sink in, and Rusty realized that he had destroyed his hair. He started to panic. He picked up the hairbrush and tried to recreate the style that Larry had accomplished a couple of months before. The island of hair in the front was a good anchor for the hair that he brushed across, but each time he attempted to fasten the ponytail, a lock would move, exposing his pink, bald scalp. Rusty realized that he had no choice, he needed to go and see Larry.

He called Larry’s and asked if they could fit him in, they said they could, and he grabbed his hat, and his car keys, and zipped over to the salon. Larry greater Rusty with a warm hug, and then introduced him to a taller, younger version of himself, his son Sal. Sal was incredibly handsome, this jet black hair was clipped close to his head, he had a thick mustache like his father, and a short, very dense beard.

Rusty, I figured you would be coming back, although not so soon, Larry said. I want you to meet my son Sal, he is studying to be a barber, and all eventually take over my shop when I retire. Sal flashed Rusty a big smile. Rusty felt himself getting hard again, just at the sight to this dark-haired adonis.

Larry led Rusty into the booth, and Sal followed. "I hope you don’t mind, but I want my son to see how I take care of special customers like you and your father". Rusty got up in the chair, he was left speechless by the sight of Sal, and the fact that the is going to uncover his totally bald head.

"OK so let’s see what we have". Larry removed the cap from Rusty’s head, and let out a audible gasp. He was not expecting to see the lad be totally bald, so soon. Sal was the first one to speak. "You know dad, you should just shave him clean, that would be a great look, especially with the beard". Rusty was speechless, he could not say anything but knew that for some reason he would do whatever Sal wanted. "No son, i am gonna have to cut his hair like his dad’s, I bet that is what Rusty wants". Rusty nodded, he realized that he could not go to school bald. He needed to hand on to his golden locks, somehow.

Rusty somehow got the words "Like dad", out, and Larry got to work, although Sal had a big scowl on his face. Larry undid Rusty’s ponytail and brushed the long golden fringe out. Standing in front of Rusty, Larry took his comb out of his pocket and slowly started to part Rusty’s hair on the left side collecting the long golden strands in one hand, moving back, along the side of his head. Once Larry was satisfied that the part was perfect, he took a hairlip and clipped the long section of hair, up, and out of the way. Without saying anything else, Larry took out his sheers and holding a long lock of hair in his left hand, snipped almost a foot and a half of hair. Rusty felt tears well up in his eyes. He could not see what was going on, since he was not facing the mirror. Larry worked his way around Rusty’s head until all of his long, golden hair was cut to about slightly more than collar length. Once that was done, Larry wet down the fringe, and started to layer it. Finally, when that was done, Larry took the long forelock, combed it down to the right side, and cut it short, just above Rusty’s right ear.

Larry then released the clip, and a cascade of golden hair fell down past Rusty’s shoulder. Now the serious work would begin. Larry took out his comb, and began combing the hair over the bald scalp. Spraying and combing. Once that was done, Larry started cutting the long, golden hair, so it was just about three inches below the fringe. When he was satisfied, he pulled out the blow dryer and started to blow-dry Rustys hair. He would blow some, and then take out the huge can of hairspray and spray the hair, and blow-dry some more. Once the blow-dryer stopped, Larry turned around the chair.

Except for his beard, Rusty was almost the spitting image of his dad. Larry had a big smile, Sal was scowling. "So you gave him a combover dad", great look for an 18-yeard old". Larry told Sal to hush. Comb Over… Rusty had never heard that word used. All he cared, was that he did not look bald.

OK Rusty, so you need to know how to take care of this hairstyle. No swimming, no going out in the rain without an umbrella and my all means, stay out of the wind! You come back tomorrow, and I teach you how to do this yourself.

Rusty thanked and paid Larry, said goodbye to Sal, who still had a scowl on his face. And drove home, When his parents came home that evening, they were happy that he had gotten his hair cut, and made no mention of it again.

The next day, Rusty returned to Larry’s and he showed the lad how to comb over and blow dry and spray his hair into place. As he left, he caught Sal finishing up with a customer, and Sal just started at him, with a scowl.

For the next twenty years, Rusty maintained the same hairstyle. Mustache stayed, the beard came and went, changing shape with the seasons. Finally, it was time for Larry to retire, and Sal to take over the shop. Unfortunately, this was not going to bode well for Rusty.

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