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Sexy at any length by Manny

Charles took the big, absorbent towel made of Egyptian cotton and began his post-shower routine with his wavy, blondish-brown hair. His thick mane was quite overgrown -- nearing six inches on top. After removing the excessive moisture, he flicked his head so that his locks cascaded down in a very sexy manner across his face.

'You are so handsome!' Charles told himself. He preened for a while, indulging his vanity, like he did each morning. Then he began plying his wet hair with a brush. His locks lapped liberally over his ears and down his neck, as well. Definitely, time for a haircut. He'd stayed away for oh, so long!

If only his barber, Dave, were interested in him as more than just a client, Charles thought. For starters, he'd be a lot more excited about getting a haircut.

Barber Dave was such a hunk in his tight white tunic, which was so form-fitting, it showcased his sculpted torso! Charles always enjoyed observing the barber's every move in the mirror as Dave pivoted around the throne-like, comfortable chair.

Even though Dave showed no romantic interest in him, the handsome barber gave him solicitous care and attention. As his fingers snipped away at the sexy waves of shimmering hair, they would occasionally tussle the glossy locks. At times, Charles imagined the tender caresses were discreet come-ons.

Dave was generally the type of barber who followed instructions. "What will it be today for you?" was a typical start to the haircut.

But Barber Dave did not shy from offering his opinion either. In fact, he regularly suggested Charles get a much shorter haircut. "One day you'll tire of this shag and get a real haircut," he would say wistfully.

Barber Dave usually recommend a very short ivy for Charles. A minimalist look, in which his wavy locks were whacked back severely or almost obliterated. 'You'd look very handsome with your hair cropped close - I’d love to take you tight!'

Charles always laughed off those suggestions, of course.

One time, however, Charles sassed back, "Why do you always ask me how you should cut my hair if you know what will look best on me?" That was a day to remember! One that still made Charles tense up with anxious excitement whenever it came to mind.

After Charles' snarky comment, Dave paused and stared at the thatch of waves. His stare bordered on a glare. Dave pursed his lips and reached for the clippers.

For Charles, the next few moments seemed like they took place in slow motion, with adrenal etching to the very extremities of his stunned body.

Dave's strong grip forcefully bowed Charles' head, so that his chin nearly touched his caped chest.

Almost simultaneously, the naked teeth of the clippers came up through the wavy thatch at the nape. Dave plowed his pulsating machine up through the mass of wavy hair. The metal teeth vibrating directly on his sensitive nape sent a shiver down Charles' spine. It was like a bolt of energy shot through him. Then Dave pulled away, lifting off a mass of hair and flicking it away, so that Charles saw that a much shorter look was in the works for him.

"On your way to a real haircut, for a change," Dave commented firmly, as he continued to administer a short taper up the back of Charles' head.

The cool air conditioning hit the exposed nape and scalp, sending a secondary jolt through Charles' incredulous self. Dave was shearing him mercilessly -- and he loved the helpless feeling, watching torrents of cut hair fall to the cape.

Dave continued clipping off massive amounts of hair. Quickly, the white cape was turned a sandy brown.

When the grip was finally relaxed and Charles was allowed to look up a bit, he saw a very satisfied, mean-sort of a grin on Dave's face. Then Dave grasped the wavy mass on top and gave it a quick yank. "When this has been pruned down to a manageable length, you'll see how much better short hair suits you, Charles."

Charles gulped and gripped the arms of the chair tightly as he watched Barber Dave skillfully wield the clipper over comb, administering a very short, tidy haircut. What would Dave be like in bed, Charles wondered amid the excitement of an unexpected super-short crop?

The whole transformation had taken about fifteen minutes with Dave firmly in control of the transformation. Charles felt like a vulnerable recruit at the whim of a military barber.

Dave brimmed with joyful authority as he asked, "Now, wasn't I right? Look at you! So handsome without all that hair." The barber ran his finger up the clipped nape, inflicting shivers on his stunned client.

The truth of the matter was that Charles had to reluctantly agree with Dave. The short crop suited him.

But, so did long hair. And, he was extremely fond of his thick waves. Even seeing them that day, shorn and forlorn on the cape, gave him a semi-sick feeling.

Charles hadn't visited the barber for nine months after that haircut, and now his wavy hair was finally back into the shaggy, but sexy, mode.

Charles emerged from his trip down memory lane, studying his wavy wet locks in the mirror. His hair needed to be cut short again! Dave's services were needed, and he certainly would be thrilled to get a green light to administer another short crop! Charles dreamed of the metal teeth vibrating against his sensitive nape and watching the first clump of his treasured hair fly through the air.

What if Dave were tacitly encouraged to take his hair down even shorter this time? What if he were to emerge from the chair with a crewcut or a butch this time?! The thought of getting scalped, taken down to the bone, excited him.

Charles would signal a green light....perhaps recalling the surprise crop he got when he was last under the cape. Why not casually say something like, 'My only regret is that you hadn't used the #0000 blade up the back.'

How he wished Barber Dave would take control of the situation. No questions asked, no permission sought! One flippant, snarky remark might just unleash another thorough scalping and leave him with even a shorter length -- radically short! Charles found himself hoping to stumble out of the barbershop with mere stubble.

He began blasting his locks with the strong, warm jet of his hair dryer. He had a diffuser on the end so as to not blow the waves away. Oh, the volume! Oh, the sheen!! Oh, the length!!! He loved his long hair, but he also wanted to see every bit of it on the barbershop floor that day.

Charles felt extremely anxious as he headed into Dave's Barber Shop.

And when he got there, he found Dave, alone, sitting in one of the barber thrones, waiting for a client.

Charles flicked his mass of wavy hair as he stepped inside.

"Hello, Dave!" he called out. His cheery tone masked the nervousness he was beginning to feel.

Dave instinctively rose from the chair and straightened his tunic.

What a dreamboat, Charles thought! So handsome, so muscular.

"I've been missing you, Charles," the barber's melodious voice sounded. "But, I see you haven't been going somewhere else -- seeing some other barber, that is. Look at how long your hair is!"

Charles turned to face the mirror. "It is long. But, it looks very good this length, don't you think?" he said, as he pawed at his tresses momentarily and flaunted the glorious texture and sheen.

"You know damn well what I think!" Dave snapped playfully.

"If you had your way, I'd walk about of here with nothing but stubble. Buzzed down to the wood, right?" Charles taunted, with a hint of dare in this tone.

Dave plunged his fingers into the dense, wavy mane and grasped Charles by his hair. It was an authoritative grasp, like Charles was in his clutches, at his mercy. The barber's muscles bulged to drive the point home.

"Why did you stay away so long? Every day I hoped to see you walk through the door again. I’ve missed you so much, Charles!" Dave cooed breathlessly in his ear.

Charles' heart beat wildly. Had Dave missed him, or had he missed stripping off his long beautiful hair?

Charles felt a desire to be totally at Dave's mercy. And he knew the take-charge barber would not spare his sexy waves.

Dave tightened his grip on Charles' long hair, in a very possessive manner.

"If I had my way, I'd turn you into a smooth cueball! How I'd enjoy shaving all of this off...and then finishing the job with warm lather and a straight edge razor. Scraped clean, Chuck! Nothing left but smooth, sensitive scalp," Dave teased, panting in a sexy-like tone into his ear.

"I'll give you that pleasure, if you indulge me with something that will excite me, as well," Charles offered, his voice brimming with desire.

"Is it something that we can accomplish in the privacy of my back room?" Dave asked, his eyes sparkling.

Charles nodded eagerly as he watched Dave flip the sign on the door to 'closed' and lower the blinds. Just the few minute wait made Charles practically burst with anticipation. Then Dave took Charles by the hand and led him behind the curtain. The spare barber chair in the back proved to be a wonderful venue for the two to get intimately acquainted. Dave was absolutely exhilarating, in a way that left Charles breathless, panting for air.

After a prolonged session marked by a variety of acrobatic positions, Dave announced, "And now I’d like to turn my attention to these pretty tresses." He pawed at and caressed Charles' wavy locks, dreaming about the upcoming transformation he'd impose on Charles. Oh, to see all that hair at his feet!

"I'm ready for you to take me down, all the way, down to the wood!" Charles groaned with submissive delight. "Strip me bare, clean -- scalp smooth like silk."

Dave grinned from ear to ear as he led Charles and his mane of glorious waves back into the main shop and helped him into the chair. Then he reached for the cape and secured it extra tight before spinning the chair to face away from the mirror. Poor Charles! Like a lamb before his shearer!

Charles could hear the barber's heavy, rhythmic breathing. It was almost as if he were approaching...

The clippers snapped to life.

Dave grabbed Charles by the plush locks above the nape and yanked his head back, like a recruit at boot camp.

Charles' throat felt constricted. There was not the slightest chance he could call it all off. Barber Dave had indulged his fantasy beyond his wildest dream, and now it was his turn to yield to the pulsating Oster's teeth.

And then the clippers hit at the forehead's hairline. The jolt was amazing. He was being stripped down to 0000 length! The wavy locks began falling past his face in sheaves.

Charles watched in stunned delight as his glorious hair fell to the cape. Submitting to Barber Dave’s authoritative clippers made him feel so happy. He longed to yield every bit of his hair to the sexy barber.

The follow-on session with the lather and razor were like Nirvana. Dave scraped away all traces of his beautiful hair. Then he rinsed the bald head off under a warm stream of water and gently dried the sensitive scalp with a plush cotton towel.

The muscular barber stroked the newly exposed pink scalp. Then he kissed it tenderly. "You are so sexy without hair," he murmured in Charles’ ear. "Are you ready to see the new you?"

Charles nodded and braced himself as the chair spun back towards the mirror.

He gasped at the site in the mirror. His head shone like a naked lightbulb. The cape was covered with his glorious blonde waves. Barber Dave smiled broadly and stroked the naked scalp with his muscular hand. "I’m going to keep you like this. Bald!"

The naked, bald look, was, in fact, very sexy, Charles admitted to himself! He looked manly with no hair.

"That chair in back," Charles murmured. "It was so exciting…."

In a flash the cape was off and Dave was leading his new romantic interest to the back room for more fung.

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