Golden Hair IV - Big change by BaldBearded

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Warning, some more gay stuff.


Rusty jumped out of the chair, his mind racing. His golden hair flew in all directions as the threw the cape down. He took a $20 out of his wallet, threw down on the chair, and raced out, his heart was pounding. Why did he react to this haircut like this? And why did Sal do what he did. He was confused.

In safety of his car, he looked at himself in the rear-view mirror. First his head and mustache, looked really classy, he loved what Sal had done, but his hair.There was almost nothing left. The back and sides were shaved to the top, in a super high bald fade.He took out his phone, so he could take a pic of the crown, and to his shock, it was bare.The hair that did sweep over the top, from side to side barely covered the top. The front was pretty pathetic looking, the island of hair, now on its own, and the the hair was plastered down. As for the the top it was pretty sparse, with thin strands of hair barely reaching across.

He took out the comb he always carried, and tried to spread out the hairs, but no luck, there was just not enough to cover his head. He didn’t know what to do, he was angry at Sal, but at the same time, turned on. He reached up and combed the hairs that went across the top, down to the side. He got a good look at himself, he was really bald. The blond hair around the back and sides were barely visible, and he had just a few strands that hung down the one side.

He could not go to work like this, he needed to do something. He also needed to confront his feelings, and Sal. But not in front of everyone. Sitting in the car, waiting for the shop to close Rusty put his hands at the sides of his head, covering the little bit of hair that was there, and saw himself, really and truly as a bald man. He knew what he was going to do, he made a plan. On the one hand, he was angry at Sal for doing this to him, but on the other found himself totally turned on.

Rusty sat in his car, and watched until the employees started leaving, figuring that Sal would be the last one out, and he as right. As the last employee left, Rusty quietly let himself in.

Rusty caught Sal, standing in front of the mirror, arranging his hair, and to Rusty’s shock, he saw Sal slowly comb the luxurious pompadour aside, leaving white, bare scalp in it place. Rusty’s jaw dropped. So Sal, all of these years made fun of Rusty’s combover, now is sporting the same look himself. What a hypocrite, what a bastard.

"Nice hairstyle, Sal". Sal spun around, his white, bare naked scalp gleaming, the thick shock of hair now dangling down to his shoulders.

"What are you doing here"? Sal was panicked, he was discovered, and by Rusty. The client he secretly pined for, for years.

"I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to know why you did this to me, and why even more you touched me, and now, looking at you, I am even more confused". Sal was taken aback, shaken, not sure of what to say, he nervously swept the long, black hair over his naked scalp, trying to cover the shame.

"To be honest Rusty, I don’t know what to say, I am not sure why I did what I did, I am sorry".

Sal was truly ashamed. Rusty knew that this was now an opportunity that he could not miss. He also, over the years found himself attracted to Sal, and now years of pent up frustration and anger were about to come to a boil.

"So then you need to fix it, I don’t care what you do, but it needs to fixed". As Rusty’s voice rose, he started to get more aroused. Sal motioned him to get in the chair, as he quickly closed the blinds on the front windows of the shop, and locked the door.

Sal returned to his station, lightly pushed Rusty into the chair and fasted the cape around Rusty’s neck. His heart was racing, and lowered Rusty down so he could rinse the heavy pomade out of rusty’s hair. The shaped and rinsed the tiny locks of hair, and lightly rubbed Rusty’s naked scalp, which made the ginger-bearded man in his chair softly moan.

Sal rushed the chair upright, and started to blow dry the wisps of hair into place. All while constantly brushing the floppy hair that keep on falling into his own eyes from his combover.

Rusty said nothing all the while, wondering what to say to say to Sal when this was over, secretly taking job in Sal’s own now exposed baldness.

Sal was done, and turned the chair towards the mirror. It certainly looked better than before, and Sal finished it with a bit of spray, but to be honest it was still pathetic. The island of hair in the front was truly on its own, and the strands going across still did not cover his scalp, and when he tilted his head forwards his crown gleamed.

"Come on Sal, you and I know that this doesn’t look good, it looks downright pathetic, almost like you right now, to be honest". Sal remembered that he had not put his hair back in place. He looked in the mirror, it was indeed pathetic.

"What do you want me to do Rusty, I can’t glue back what was cut off".

"No Sal, you can’t, but I know this is not what you want to do, now is it? No, what have you been saying, all these years, well, do you have the balls to do to me, what you have not been able to even do to yourself".

Sal was silent, he knew exactly what was needed. He liked this Rusty, the man who spoke up, who took charge of a situation, not the weak little boy with the cap.

With his left hand he grasped the wispy looks that floated atop Rusty’s head, and with right, took a pair of shears, and in two snips it was gone. A small tuft of red hair floated to the cape. Next came the finishing clippers, first the little island of hair was decimated, moved down, and then with only a few swipes the donut of hair on Rusty’s head was buzzed down to 0. He was no, bald, completely and totally bald. The new look suited him, his blue eyes sparkled, and the ginger beard and handlebar ‘stache really popped.

Rusty looked at his new imagine in the mirror, and he was happy with what he saw. Finally, no more hiding. He glanced up at Sal, who was now covered in sweat, his white scalp shone in the lights, and his combover hang dank over the side of his head.

Rusty was the first to speak. "Your turn, Sal".

Sal protested, but Rusty pushed. "You got what you wanted, now I need to get what I want. Sit your ass down in the that chair".

"Yes sir", and they switched places, this time with Sal facing the mirror. Rusty caped Sal, and started looking at the tools on the counter, deciding what would be more fun. Rusty chose the finishing trimmer, and started on the ring of hair around Sal’s head. Rusty slowly, carefully shaved Sals head, leaving only the long, black strands.

Rusty took out a comb, and combed the strands up and over the top of Sal’s head. Then, with the clippers, buzzed up to just under the edge of the hair.

"Done". Rusty proclaimed, satisfied with his work.

"No, Rusty, you can’t leave me like this".

"But Sal, you had no problem sending me out into the world looking almost like this".

"Shave it, please Rusty, please shave it". Rusty took the clippers, and quickly shaved the last of the long black stands of his hair. In seconds, he was as bald as Rusty.

"So are we even, Rusty", Sal looked up from the chair int Rusty’s eyes.

Rusty laughed, "no, we are not even close", and with that he leaned down, and kissed Sal deeply.

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