Changing His Image by Scott the Haircut Lover

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Changing his Image
We had been best friends since elementary school. Peter was about 5’7" tall…. Kinda wavy longish brown hair. I (Tyler) was taller and had a pretty standard cut, blocked off in back, center part, covering about half of my ears. Peter loved his hair and what he didn’t know was I was in love with him. We did lots of sleep overs. Always talked about girls, music, and going to the beach. His eyes were so cute! I loved looking at Peter.
I have had the fetish since I was a kid. Couldn’t wait to get my haircut even if it was just a trim. Yeah you know the deal, I always wanted it shorter, but I had to conform so people wouldn’t make fun of me. After the last day of school Junior year Peter and I went to the beach. His hair had gotten quite long and he said damn I need to get a haircut. Hiding my excitement in my bathing suit was no easy task. I calmly said "Yeah I need one too". He jokingly said you always need one and we playfully pushed each other and I ruffled his wet messy hair.
Wanna get it done on the way home? Peter said yeah sure why not. You can imagine my excitement as we had never gone to the barber shop together to get our haircuts. We got in my Jeep, top down, drying our beach hair. I asked Peter so you spending the night tonight? He said yeah that’s my clothes in the back. I said sweet! We have the house to ourselves my parents are gone for the weekend. Peter looked excited knowing we will be drinking lots since we will be alone.
Im nervous as we get close to the barber shop…. I want to ask Pete what cut he is going to get knowing he will just say a trim and wanting to suggest he go short for the summer. The bulge in my swim suit was an issue as I drove. My best friend, hottest guy I know, and we are about to get our haircuts together for the first time. I get lost in my thoughts thinking about what it would be like to watch as all his long brown hair was shaved off really short. I was sitting at a red light when I got lost in my thoughts…. All of the sudden I hear Peter say it’s green dumb ass let’s go. I giggle at him and punch his thigh playfully. We are getting closer to the barber shop and it would be awkward to ask him what he is getting once we are inside. Pete, I say out loud, how short you going? Not believing those words just came out of my mouth. He shocks me with his response. Peter says I don’t know, kind of tired of the long hair, thinking about doing something different. Peter asks, how about your? How short you gonna go? I almost wrecked but collected myself before I wrapped my Jeep around the light pole. Peter asks, You ok? I laugh yeah just lost concentration for a second. Well I was thinking about going shorter too. Maybe shave it off. I look at him for his reaction. Peter says, you serious? I reply, yeah been thinking about it.
He sits in silence as I pull into the parking lot. I see him looking in the mirror, doing that move where you push your bangs back to see what it would look like without them. I break the silence…. So wanna do it? All of the sudden I feel that Peter has gotten nervous and it actually contemplating doing it. I sit patiently as he continues to look at himself in the mirror of my Jeep. Peter asks, think I could pull it off? I respond, maybe a little to anxiously, hell yeah!! He looks at me and smiles…. Ok ill do it if you do it. Now I have a big problem. How do I get out of this Jeep and hide my huge bulge without him noticing! He gets out first, I get out and adjust so its pointing straight up.
We walk in…. One barber sitting in his chair looking at his iPad. "Welcome boys" Who is going first. I look at Peter, he says you go first…. I agree and take my place in the barbers chair. He is a handsome guy. Probably in his mid 30’s with a really trendy undercut. He asks me, just come from the beach? I say yeah and laugh a bit. The barber says, well if I’m going to style it ill need to wash it first to get all of the salt out. My nerves make it difficult for me to speak. I …. Ummmm…..well… I want it shaved off. The barber, without missing a beat, says oh ok well that will be no problem. He wraps tissue around my neck and snugs the cape up. Peter is looking me right in the eye. The barber says, shaved right? I say yup! Shave me! Not believing those words just came out of my mouth. The barber places his clippers on my forehead and pushes straight back leaving a path of stubble down the middle of my head. Four inches of sandy blonde hair falling to the cape and to the floor. Peter, still staring at me, has his mouth wide open not believing I went through with it. I cant even explain what was going on under the cape, but you can imagine what I was dealing with. The barber didn’t even make small talk. He was all business shaving my head down to stubble. He finishes with the clippers…. My white pale shaved noggin almost glowing. Then the unexpected happens. I feel warm lather being applied to my head. I am too nervous to speak. Peter says nothing but continues to stare as the barber shaves my head smooth. My knees are trembling. My breaths are hard to find. The feeling of the razor scraping away the stubble was the best feeling I had ever had in my life to this point. He puts some kind of oil on my head and it literally shines. I get my first look when he spins the chair around and shows me in the mirror. My mouth open…. Looking at my reflection in the mirror. Not believing I am now bald. The barber removes the cape. I try to stand but it takes more than one attempt. I don’t even pay attention to the bulge that must be clearly visible in my swim suit. I finally climb out of the chair and the handsome barber says your next.
Peter stands and then sits in the chair. The barber is literally playing with his hair that is twice as long as mine was. Then the barber says, so what you are wanting done? Peter, S….S….Same as him. Again the barber is all business…. Tissue around the neck, snugging the cape up. Of course with Peters hair he had to hold up the back to get the cape to Peters neck. He lets the long back flow down just over the back of the cape and picks up his clippers. My hard on is raging in my bathing suit as the barber goes right down the middle of Peter’s pride and joy. Watching the sides get shaved down was amazing. I wish I had a good view of the back being shaved but not sure I could take much more of this anyway. Then the hot lather is applied to Peter’s head. And swipe after swipe with the straight razor Peter turns into my twin. Oil is applied and his white head becomes so shiny. As the cape is removed there is no doubt he is struggling hard to hide his bulge. I pay the barber (Peter is poor I always pick up his tab).
Going outside is another new sensation as the air touches our heads. Im dying to rub his but I’m afraid. Then out of no where I feel his hands on my head. Electricity runs through my body. I work up the nerve to feel his. This is intense bro. Peter says I cant believe we did this. We pick up and pizza and head to my house. I ask him, Regrets? Peter says no…. I actually really like it. I hand him I a beer. We start eating pizza. Um Peter…. I say very nervously…. You look amazing. Peter say you do too Tyler. Like you actually look hot with a bald head. I asked him if he ever saw me as more than a friend. Peter, I’ve thought about it, but I figured you didn’t feel the same way. I…I…I am in love with you Peter. I have been for a long time. Our first kiss was even hotter than getting my head shaved…. We didn’t sleep a lot that night or the next day for that matter……… to be continued if there is interest….

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