Golden Hair III - The ruse is revealed by BaldBearded

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WARNING! The story has some sexual bits at the end.


Rusty was nervous, it was time for his haircut, and was the first time that Sal would be taking care of him. Rusty entered the shop, and was amazed. Gone was the 70’s era panelling, and the private booths. The place looked like a old-fashioned barbershop from the 30s. He knew that this was coming back, along with tapered hairstyles and big facial hair. Rusty was timid… and was afraid of change. It is why he remained a "confirmed bachelor", even now, into his early 40s.

Sal greeted him, as always, with his usual scowl. Hi hair, what was left of it, was shaved around the edges, and tapered into a severe gentlemens cut, with what was left, up top, combed over and greased into a small pompadour. His mustache large and waxed into perfect handlebars, his beard, grown out now, about 8 inches in length, and squared off at the bottom. The effect was stunning, despite the balding areas, Sal looked gorgeous. Rusty felt a rise in his khakis at the site of this man.

"No booths", Rusty inquired, nervously. "No, all gone", quipped Sal. Rusty was NOT excited at the prospect of having his baldness uncovered in front of a barbershop full of people. Two bearded, and shave-headed barbers tended to other male customers. A variety of hipster-types were waiting in the chairs across from where the barbers worked.

Sal ushered Rusty into the center chair, whipped the cape around his neck, and fastened it, tightly. "The usual, right". Rusty meekly said yes, trembling at the idea that his baldness was about to be uncovered, and there was not a thing he could do about it. "First a shampoo". Sal lowered the chair back, and Rusty’s neck rested in the dip if the shampoo sink under the mirror. Sal turned the water on, and leaned his muscular body over his. Suddenly there was a spray of warm water, against Rusty’s forehead, and he felt the hair that was delicately combed against his naked scalp, slowly moving away. Sal squirted a bit of shampoo into his hands, and started massaging it into Rusty’s hair… and then started rubbing his bald scalp. Rusty’s khakis started to tent. Sal repositioned himself so his left leg was between Rusty’s legs, his thigh almost in Rusty’s crotch. Luckily the cape canceled the erection, but he knew that Sal noticed it. Sal rinsed Rusty’s hair and scalp, and then raised him up, and towel dried him. Rusty was in a bit of trance, when he realized that he was facing the guys waiting in the chairs. Sal removed the towel, and started to comb out Rusty’s hair. The hair was all collar length, except the comb-over, which was long, down past Rusty’s shoulder. His eyes met the glare of the 20-something tattooed, bearded lad across from him. The guy started at him, then leaned over to his neighbor, leaned over and started to whisper, pointing at Rusty. Rusty turned red with embarrassment. His secret was now revealed, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Rusty, I think it is time we go shorter, Sal’s comment starred his attention, he wanted to say no, desperately to say no, to get up, and run from the place, but he could not. Rusty said "whatever you think is best, Sal". He was shocked that he said that, but something about having Sal in control of him, made him feel both nervous and happy at the same time.

Still facing the chairs, Rusty heard Sal rustle about and then heard the thwack of a pair of clippers coming to life. He almost jumped up from the chair when Sal told him to keep still. Sal placed a large hand on top of Rusty’s heard, and forced his chin down towards his chest. Suddenly, he felt the cold metal of the clippers at the base of his neck, slowly moving higher and higher up his head, stopping mere inches from his bald crown. Sal moved slowly first to the right, and then back to the left, no taking care not to cut the precious golden curtain that was the cover to his baldness.

Sal tilted Rusty’s head to the right parted Rusty’s hair, higher than normally, and dug the clippers into his left sideburn, moving up, about halfway to the newly parted hair. Rusty was in a panic, his low part always allowed for enough coverage, now he was afraid that with less hair… his baldness would show through. Sal moved to the right side, and repeated the movements as before, plowing the clippers into the sideburn, and plowing up. The pile of hair in the cape was getting big. Suddenly the clippers stopped. Sal took a comb and scissors, and was moving his way around Rusty’s head, tapering the hair around his head. Once he was done, and started combing the long strands of hair that reached down to Rusty’s shoulder. Then he combed the small tuft of hair in the from of Rusty’s head, that island of hair, that would not go away. "I wish I could get rid of this". Rusty found the courage to say "No", he could not, would not, go outside with his bald head gleaming to the world.

Rusty. still facing away from the mirror, had no idea of what he looked like, and he was getting more and more nervous as time passed. Sal started combing the hair across the top of his head. No hair spray, no blow dryer this time. Sal squirted some sweet smelling stuff into his hands, and started rubbing it through Rusty’s hair, and then combed the combover hair and the island of hair across his naked scalp. Rusty shivered with each pass of the comb, almost biting into his scalp. The final flourish was when Sal took the scissors and comb, and started to snip away at the long hair that was past his ears on the right side, blending it in with the expertly done taper.

At this point, Sal turned the chair around, so Rusty could look at himself in the mirror. He was shocked. Most of his beautiful golden hair was gone. His head looked half bald, totally bald around the edges, and tapering up at the last instant to a severe, medium-high part. The once thick tuft of hair across the top and front of his head was gone, replaced by a shiny wave of golden threads, that just almost, but not quite covered his bald scalp. The island of hair, at the front of his scalp was fully visible, as the hair from the side was behind it. He gasped, he looked just like his grandfather, his heart sunk.

"So, how do you like it Rusty"? Sal was beaming, it was the first time he saw Sal smile in years. "It’s short", was all that Rusty could say. Sal took out a hand mirror and showed him the back. His head was bald almost to the crown, with a thin line of tapered hair. To his shock, the crown of his bald head was completely visible. Sal had not left enough hair to cover both the front and back, as his dad Larry had. He was devastated. "I think it looks good, better than that 70s style you have been wearing for decades". Sal handed Rusty a tube of pomade, and reminded him to come back in two weeks. "Hey, and don’t touch that beard I want you to let it grow out, OK". Rusty paid Sal, and gave him a tip.

Rusty was in shock, for twenty plus years he had avoided looking bald, and now, with this new haircut, he looked like an old man with a combover. It would have been worse, but he realized that he wanted to come back and see Sal, and have Sal touch his scalp, and have Sal touch him. Rusty, ever the timid submissive one, followed Sal’s instructions, and stopped trimming his beard and mustache. Every two weeks, Sal would cut Rusty’s hair the same way, and would in addition, brush Rusty’s thick mustache to the side, forming handlebars. "I want you to have a beard and mustache just like mine", Sal said. Rusty just nodded. He would do anything Sal said at this point.

After six months of coming to see Sal, Rusty now sported a long beard. Sal had asked Rusty to come a bit later than usual, and when Rusty entered the shop, he found Sal alone. Sal looked quite happy to see Rusty, and the scowl was replaced with a big smile.

Instead of facing the chairs, Rusty faced forward, excited at watching Sal uncover and recover his bald head. Sal was excited as the cut was over, Sal started to work on Rusty’s beard, he washed and carefully dried it, and then with a long pair of scissors, cut across the bottom to square off the beard. The effect was stunning, it really changed the shape of Rusty’s face. Next the mustache. Sal took a tube of wax, squeezed out a small bit into his palm, and started rubbing it with his forefinger. With his thumb and forefinger, he placed a large dab on each side of Rusty’s now very large mustache and started to pull it into classic handlebars. With each pull Rusty felt his cock getting larger.

Once Sal had finished his work, Rusty now sported a huge, classic waxed handlebar. He liked the way he looked, and smiled. At that point Sal reached down, and put his hand in Rusty’s crotch, and felt the erection. "Wow, and you like it also". Sal then took Rusty’s hand, and placed it in his own crotch. Say’s huge member was throbbing. "I think we need to take care of this, now that your haircut is over"...

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