Smith Sons Part 2.1 by BraidedandBound

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Eric Smith sat upright. He had been sweating so his bed was a bit damp. He got up and hair clung to his bare skin. He groaned as he turned off his phone's alarm.
"Why do I have to be the one to work? If this is my summer break I should be able to do what I want!" Eric complained in his head. He pulled on a pair of red satin boxers. Having worked at the grocery store since he turned eighteen, Eric decided somethings were worth his money. Aside from his boxers, he spent copious amounts of money on his hair as well. Being a Smith he was known in town for not only his good looks but his hair as well. He smiled haughtily to himself as he grabbed his Levi jeans and put them on.
The jeans themselves were threadbare and frayed at the ends from being walked on. Eric let the jeans sag off of his perky bubble butt. He had his boxers to cover his butt anyways. He flexed in the mirror, his pale body seemed to shine in the dark room, his six pack itself shined even brighter. He sighed and began to brush his knee length hair. He sat down and draped it over his knees as he delicately untangled the very tips. His hair actually went down to his calves, but it was wispy and tangled. Where it looked full was about his knees. So to protect his red hair, he would oil and braid it daily. At night and when he knew he was staying on The Smith Family Farm all day; he would leave his fiery hair loose and free. Those days he didn't even need to bother with his saggin jeans anyways. Life with his three older brothers had proven fun and taught him to never be ashamed of his dangerous good looks.
After Eric had finished brushing, oiling, braiding, and finally tying the ends of his lengthy red braid, he sighed and left his room. His bare feet padded lightly on the farmhouse's wooden floors. Eric grunted as he ran smack into Buck!
Buck forcefully pushed his bare chested brother into the wall, "Watch where you are going twizzler head, I ain’t in the mood." Buck flipped his brother off before tossing waist-length ringlets out of his face.
Eric puffed up his chest, "Better get ready to eat wood." Eric threw his plait over his shoulder and lunged at his eldest brother. The two men collided with a thud and Eric grumbled again as he got blow after blow from Buck. Finally Buck reached with a meaty hand and grabbed Eric’s braid and yanked it.
Eric cried out, "Ow, Buck stop! This is cheating!"
Buck laughed as he pulled his brother to the floor by his braid, "Nah it ain’t. You are a lil beta. I don’t know what you’ve been drinking but maybe fight someone else?" Eric grunted yet again as Buck finally had pulled Eric’s braid to the floor, he began to push the rest of Eric down using his booted foot. Eric desperately tried to grasp one of Buck’s golden ringlets. As wild and lengthy as the coils were, they were out of reach, and so they proved to serve no purpose to Eric. Finally Eric gave up coughing as he stopped struggling against his brother.
Buck laughed and clapped his fists to his chest, "King Smith I am! I Am King Smith! I AM!"
Eric moaned, "Hey King Smith, can you get off of me?" Buck helped his brother up and clapped him on the back. They walked together through the hall and into the kitchen for breakfast.
In the kitchen alcove Shane had already set up his cereal, but he had seemingly tranced himself into a meditative state. He sat humming with his eyes closed and legs crossed. His floor length dreads sat flowing in every angle, nearly covering Shane in a forest of vines.
Shane opened his eyes and peaked through his dreads, "Namaste Smith brotherinos!"
Buck walked over and smacked his younger brother on the head, "Shane shut up with your chinese!" Shane yelped as Buck accidentally stepped on a dread.
Shane glared at Buck, "#$$%^& you Buck!" Buck rolled his eyes, purposefully stepping on more of Shane’s dreads as he left. Shane yelled again and rubbed his scalp.
Eric had walked to the neighbors farm lots of times before. His bare feet were well braced for the path of grass and twigs. With it being such a warm July day, he felt a little fatigue from the heavy humid air. He reached the Kentucket Farm, his neighbors, within thirty minutes, but to his surprise he couldn’t find anyone. He gripped the middle of his jeans as he waddled up the porch stairs to the Kentucket House.
His braid swung behind him as he knocked, "Hello? Old Lady Kentucket!?! Did you still want me to." He stopped talking as the front door swung open. But to his surprise it was not Old Lady Kentucket, but some guy with a big mustache. The mustache man looked down at Eric.
Eric took a step back, "Sup dude! I’m looking for Old Lady Kentucket."
The mustache man coughed, "She’s out. I’m her nephew in-law, Dr. Vance." Dr. Vank opened the door fully and Eric saw him. He was a giant man with beefy arms. He had a flat top and a big bushy mustache. His chin made him look almost neolithic. He had on big military boots and baggy sweats tucked into them. His t shirt was black and tucked into his belt. He eyed Eric. Looking head to toe at this young hic. He eyed the red braid that had grown down to Eric’s knees, Eric’s bare feet, bare chest, and saggin jeans. This was obviously a wild young man. Having nothing to do in Decatur County. Dr. Vance decided he would do the world a favor and give this wild red headed man, just what he needed.
Dr. Vance gestured to Eric, "So why have you come?"
Eric smirked, "Your old-lady-in-law pays me to water her plants and reach in high places. Old ladies, amiright? Just push them to the care home if you ask me!" Eric slapped his knee and laughed at his joke.
Silence.
Dr. Vance finally broke the silence, "So what is up with the hair?"
Eric turned, "What do you mean?" He instinctively pulled his red braid to his chest. It swung in front of him, before staying in front of his left knee.
Mr Vance stepped towards Eric, "It’s abnormally long for a man of your age to have hair this long. Shouldn’t you be serving in the military? You’ve got to give back to your country!"
Eric turned and laughed, "Whatever dude, I am only here to have a good time and get paid. I don’t need a lecture from you!"
Dr. Vance glared, "Quite frankly Eric I think you do, why else would you have hair this long?"
Eric stroked his braid. He lightly traced over the meticulously woven strands. It was three simple sections, but smoothed to such a flow that his braid often looked gilded. Dr. Vank watched as Eric pawed at the red braid anxiously. The ends of his lengthy mane had been secured by an old elastic. Eric’s hair was so old and dry that it was gathered at the end and shot out like a straw broomstick. It made sense to someone who didn’t know the Smith deviance from clothing was normal, to have pants on because the ends of Eric’s red braid looked itchy.
Eric began to walk away, "Either way weirdo I’ll see ya later mother$%^&#$."
Dr Vance took a step out of the doorway, "I thought my step mom was paying you for a job?"
Eric swore and swung, causing his braid to swoosh behind him like a loose rope, and acting as ribbon in the wind might.
As Eric brushed past Dr. Vance he stepped his bare foot on Dr. Vance's boot, "OOps, better leave me alone so I can get my job done!" Dr. Vance eyed Eric’s feet again as he thudded into the house. They walked silently again. Eric stopped further down the hallway and opened a shallow closet. He pulled the watering spout and poured water from the mechanical watering spout into a bucket. As the water warmed he grabbed his crotch and shook it from behind Dr. Vance, towards the older man. Eric then began to use the bucket to water the plants around the house.

Thoroughly finishing with every plant. Eric closed the closet swearing about the amount of time it took. Turning, Eric squeaked in surprise to see Dr. Vank looming in the door way.
Eric back against the door, "Aye old ##$% Whats the @#$%Y&?"
Dr. Vance motioned towards the window, "You forgot a plant."
Eric rolled his eyes, "Okay whatever."
Laughing Dr. Vank pulled out a wad of cash, "I can keep your paycheck to myself kiddo."
Eric puffed up his bare chest, "I am not a #$^##$^&ing kiddo!" Eric lunged forward, attempting to take the wad for himself. Dr. Vance stepped to the side so that Eric landed flat on his face. The braid of course, arced behind him like a possums tail, almost unraveling onto the floor next to Eric.
Dr. Vance pressed his boot onto Erics lengthy braid, "You want the cash you do the work.. Eric watched as Dr. Vance walked up the stairs. Eric swooned, scooping up his braid to check the muddy boot print left by Dr. Vance. He bit his lip as he lightly flicked dirt off of his braid. He swore again and stood up. He continued to rub his braid as he walked to the kitchen and out of the house. From the windows above, Dr. Vance watched maliciously as Eric strutted towards a pig pen and a large oak tree. Eric pale feet were soon dabbled in mud as he dragged the hose across the ground. It was already on and dripping, so he continued to walk further into the dirt and mud. His red braid dangled precariously, bouncing off of each cheek as he held his saggin pants up. Barely able to balance, with his hair swinging, ass bouncing, hands full of a hose, and a waistband; he looked like a farm animal to Dr. Vance. Dr. Vance went outside and closer to the pig pen. Eric finally had finished watering the tree and turned, swearing again when he saw Dr. Vance.
"M#$%^ $#^#$%$ what are you doing?!" Eric spat out at Dr. Vance. His braid had been sliding towards his shoulder blades from behind as he shook his head with the YOU and with the DOING the red braid flopped over his bare chest.
Mr Vance clicked his tongue, "Whoops!" He reached down and pulled the hose, which entangled itself with the lengthy dry tips of Eric’s red plait.
Eric nearled screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOO" as he fell forward. Torn between bracing his fall and unwrapping his braid as it coiled around the hose; Eric found himself at a standstill. Unfortunately for Eric, gravity did not care. And so he fell with a plop into the mud braid first.
Eric started to get up, "WHAT THE @$% YOU DO?" His braid seemed to be stuck as he struggled to free himself from the mudd. The pigs squealed behind him as they jealously watched the Godiva like hic sully himself in the mud.
Realizing this was it, Dr. Vance stepped into the mud grasping the filthy red plait, "Here, let me help you." He pulled it with a "POP" and yanked Eric into him.
Eric pulled away, "YO, what are you doing man?"
Dr. Vance smiled deviously, "I overreacted. Seeing you out here. I didn’t know Decatur County had male fillies! I reckon you got a mouth like that so the other guys think yer tough? You know you are pretty."
Covered in mud, Eric attempted to pull up his saggin pants, "Don’t look so pretty in filth. Why the @#$^% you pull that??" Eric noticed that Dr. Vance had not released his muddy grip on the dripping braid.
Mr Vance looked Eric up and down again, "I overreacted. Let me show you how to fix this mess."
Eric silently followed as Dr. Vance took Eric and his knee length hair into the Kentucket house. The two men went upstairs and into the master bedroom’s bathroom. Having tracked mud into the house Dr. Vance tossed Eric into the shower and went to clean it.
Yelling as he left the master bedroom’s bathroom, "Kiddo let me know when you are done. I’ll get you some clothes and wash those crusty jeans and boxers!".
Eric didn’t listen as he slowly unbraided his hair. The red braid lightly slapped the ends against Eric’s bare knees. The water glided off of his supple body. The warm water gives his skin an effervescent glow. He then finished unbraiding his hair and moaned as it was wetted down to his calves.
Eric began to apply soap onto his well defined body, "Hey old man?" He waited, no response. So Eric washed his body and hair. Cleaning the mud out he smiled as his hair felt more full and swayed loosely to his calves as he finished. He dried off and stood there. Eric reached for his muddy pants and stopped when he realized that his clothes were gone. Walking into the master bedroom , he began to run his fingers through his wet thigh length hair. The red shined brightly in the dim light. He stopped as the door swung open.
Dr. Vance shrugged, "Well look who decided to save me some water."
Eric yelped and pulled his drying hair down in front of his chest to try and cover his nudity from Dr. Vance.
Eric started getting erect at the exposure, "Du, Dude! What the #$$%?"
Dr. Vance laughed, "Just enjoying this, I’m really glad I chose to house sit this time around. You see, how would you like to earn an extra tip?"
Eric stood up straight, "What are you talkin about?"
Dr. Vance smiled coyly through his mustache, "Let me trim those god awful dry ends. I told you, it’s just begging to be cut."
Eric was at full mast now, "DUDE" His soldier wiggled through the waterfall of red hair that was providing some modesty to the rapunzel adonis.
Dr. Vance stepped forward, "Don’t worry I’ll just cut it to your knees. Cmon, what have you got to lose?"
Eric relaxed now, his hubris frothing into precum as he began to stroke his red hair at the thought, "Hey man, I’m all for you watching me. But I don’t let no one but my ma touch my hair!"
Dr. Vance took another step forward and reached, "Don’t be scared kiddo, it won’t hurt." Dr. Vances fingers lightly touched Eric’s fiery hair. Still drying, he slipped his fingers through the wet tendrils, sending waves of swaying through the lengthy tresses and down to the stiff ends at Eric’s thighs.
Eric scoffed, "I’m not scared of anything you old @##$. We Smiths don’t get scared. Haven’t you heard? My brother Paul was the one that burned down the Seminole county sign AND still outraced their police force before he crashed into Florida."
Dr. Vance was delighted that Eric took the bait, "Nope, I’m not from these parts kiddo. And if you ain’t scared, then why don’t you mosey on downstairs and sit where I can trim the dead ends off your hair and I’ll tip you an extra five hundred for my step mom's plants."
Eric tossed his hair about him, still covering him like a red blanket, "I said I wasn’t scared so whatever. Smiths aren’t scared of nuthin!" He rolled back and closed his eyes as Dr. Vance then reached through his flaming hair and began to stroke the hardened cock that pulsated between the two. Eric moaned as he then waddled after Dr. Vance, who pulled him first by cock, and second by grabbing Eric’s hair.
The old man led the younger man into the kitchen. As they walked in, Dr.Vance stopped and rubbed his own bulge as he watched the glossy red hair sway like a red headed Cousin IT. Except the hair flowed past his thighs and stopped to reveal chiseled coarse calves and toned toes.

Eric hopped onto the center island and turned his back to the door. He rubbed his taut 18 year old body delicately fingered through his fiery hair. Eric tossed the lion's man over his defined shoulders where it softly slid down his back, bum, and the tiled countertop. The kitchen island was promptly at Dr. Vance’s waist, so this put Eric at a very accessible level and still allowed his long hair to nearly grace the clean floor.
Eric throbbed, "Um, so. Dude. You mind if I rub this out?" he gestured to his proud family jewels.
Dr. Vance began to brush Eric’s hair, "I don’t. I’ll return the favor.". And with that the two men began to pleasure themselves groaning together and touching Eric’s hair. Eric gathered his bangs and dangled them past his sausage, wrapping the young swinehood in his frontal hair like a pig in a blanket. He began to drip as his uncut member lubricated his shaft and hair tunnel. Behind him Dr. Vance continued to brush the calf length hair behind Eric. He pulled out his own petrified wood and began to stroke two delights at once. Both men moaned and shook. They sighed in intervals and in unison. Stroking together they dribbled. Cumditioning the hair from both ends and finally arching their backs as they each nearly reach a combined climax. Putting down the brush with one hand whilst oiling his peking duck, Dr Vance spoke, "Perhaps we should stop." He put the brush down and reached for a pair of Hattori Scissors.
Eric panted, "NOOOOooooooo, don’t stoppppppppp." He continued to stroke his member like a mummy wrapped in hair. Curling his toes and flexing his rippling pecs. Eric shuddered at his own delight, imagining how dreamy, how delicious, how, just so ripe! He was a peach, perky, and horny! His hair flowed down to his toned calves, and yet his ego dragged down to the floor.
Dr. Vance twitched, "Alrighty then kiddo." Dr. Vance moaned in ecstasy as he hosed Eric’s swaying miles of red hair with cumditioner. Eric also started to climax, arching his back in similar ecstasy. Eric leaned back as he felt Dr. Vance pull hom back ever so lightly with his arch. Eric started to distribute cumditioner to his frontal hair and bangs. As he did so, he also heard the sharp snapping of his calf-length hair. Dr. Vance orgasumed a second time as he watched the large section of red hair he had just cut to the scalp; fall to the floor. Dr. Vance cut another long strand as Eric let go of his dribbling Smith Jr. and twisted in horror to see the small pile of brutally sheared fire hair on the floor. He wailed as he nearly felt the scalp where Dr. Vance had cut.
Eric moved to get down, "DOOOOON’TTT NOOOOOO sssssTTTOOOOOOPPPP!!!" he vainly yelled as Dr. Vance grabbed the portion above Eric’s left ear and sliced it off, throwing it into Eric’s face as he was trying to move.
Dr. Vance lunged and grabbed the other side, "You’ll be grateful for this surgery soon kiddo." Eric howled as the long hair flowing over his right ear was brutally sliced off as well.
Dr. Vance yelled, "Is it true young man? Are you really one of the baddest men in town? Or are you just a little girl who didn’t grow up?"
Eric turned to face Dr. Vance, "##$%^&* YOU!!!!" Dr. Vance sniggered and promptly cut Eric’s bangs off at the base of his forehead. The blunt bangs shot straight out as the length fell. His bangs now only hang and wrapped around his still dribbling manhood. Eric shivered from where the cold now brushed against his bare skin. He jumped down and finally jizzed at the lack of weight that he felt as he came down from the kitchen island. Now only a thigh length mullet, Eric’s hair whipped in the air behind him as he shoved Dr. Vance into the kitchen fridge. Booking it Eric ran from the Kentucket house. His bits dangled and bounced between his body as he ran fast as an Olympian. His bare feet softly padded on the Georgia grass as his now mulleted red hair flowed like a lengthy banner all the way to the end. He still had some length, and in truth Eric was delighted to lose some bulk. He had never orgasmed so deeply but now he felt less confident running bare through the woods. His really long hair wouldn’t wrap around him or momentarily blind him as his bangs fell in front of his face and chest. Now only the back would have a sway, but he still could feel some weight behind him. So at least he wouldn’t be too light headed or hot. Eric would finally reach his family home soon enough. There he would soon share the horror of the haircut with his brothers. The Smiths would then finally be safe together…….Or would they???

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