The Hitch Hiker by Shant

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This story took place a long time ago, when we were living in a much more innocent time. There were no mass gun shootings in schools, or malls, and you were not fearful that anyone you met might actually be carrying a gun under his shirt.

Growing up in a poor, rural farming area in upstate New York, life was far different than it is now. None of my friends had cars while we were in high school.

Our town had only 400 people and there were no businesses at all. If you needed anything, you had to drive twenty miles to the nearest town, which only had a population of 5000 people.

Guys hitch hiked wherever they wanted to go, and thought nothing of it. You never felt afraid that some crazy guy might pick you up. If you wanted to go do something, you had no other option than hitch hike.

After graduating from college, I moved to North Carolina. I was driving back from a fraternity reunion, and as I was driving along, I noticed there was a guy up ahead of me trying to get a ride.

Even from a far off distance, you could see that the guy had an awesome head of hair. It was a really light blond color and was down to his shoulders. As I got closer, I saw he was probably about twenty, and looked like a regular, normal guy.

I had hitch hiked up until the time I got a car, and I thought nothing about helping someone out by offering them a ride. I pulled over on the side of the road and rolled down my window. I told him that I was driving about forty miles down the interstate and getting off at the town where I lived. "If that would help you out, just hop in," I said.

He got in, and we easily starting talking with each other. The guy said that his name was Steve and that he was 22 and had recently graduated from college. Upon graduating he had no job waiting for him. He really didn’t like the area where he grew up, and decided that rather than immediately take a job he really wasn’t interested in, he would take his savings, and just travel around the country, and see where it might take him.

"Believe me," he said. "If you are not planning on teaching, a B.A. in English literature isn’t worth the paper it is printed on. I’m not really worried about it, though, something will eventually come along."

"What do you do for a living?" Steve asked me. I told him that I had been a barber for about ten years now.

"That explains the awesome haircut you have," Steve said. "Man, it really does look sharp. I wish that my hair looked like yours. People are always telling me what great hair I have and that I should keep growing it longer and never cut it short. I’ve discovered though that it’s a lot harder having long hair while traveling the way I am."

"After having been on the road these past few months, I find myself wishing that I had cut my hair before I started traveling. It’s just such a pain dealing with it all the time, especially with it being so long and thick, and it being so hot and humid this summer."

"It’s hard just trying to keep it clean. It’s not like I get a shower everyday. It’s starting to get really shaggy looking, and I know I need to get it cut, but I just don’t want to spend the money. I figure when I finish my traveling, I’ll settle down some place, and after I get a job, I’ll finally make enough money to get a decent looking haircut."

As Steve went on talking about his hair, the idea popped into my head that maybe he would be interested in letting me cut his hair for him? I was a barber, after all.

He had started complaining about his hair almost from the moment I told him that I was a barber. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was thinking the same thing I was, and hoping I would offer to give him a haircut. I would absolutely love to get my hands in his beautiful mane. Hair like his, did not come along very often.

"You know, if you really don’t want to wait that long, you don’t have to. Why don’t you let me cut your hair for you now? I live just five minutes from the exit I am getting off. I bet you’d enjoy getting to have a shower and get cleaned up, and get rid of some of that hair."

"I really like to cut a good head of hair. I’d be glad to give you a haircut that looks just like mine, if you are really serious about wanting to get it cut. It’s starting to get towards evening, and I know how much harder it is to get a ride at night. You seem like an okay guy. If you’d like, you can crash at my place, and then be on your way tomorrow."

"I really do think you would look great with a haircut like mine. It sure would be a hell of a lot easier while you’re on the road. Our hair is alot alike. We have about the same texture hair and the same amount of body. I’m sure I could cut your hair to look exactly like mine. You would look great."

"That would be fantastic!" Steve said. "I can’t tell you how great that would be. It would be awesome to take a shower and then watch you give me a haircut just like yours. I haven’t had my hair that short in a long time, but your hair looks so great that I would love to have mine cut like that. I obviously love my hair, but I think it would be a real blast watching you cut it."

We got to my house. Steve had no idea how much I was going to enjoy cutting his hair. To look like my hair did, he would be easily losing over six inches all over, and maybe even more.

"Are you hungry? How about you hop in the shower and while you’re doing that, I’ll fix us something to eat?"

"We’re about the same size, and if you’d like, I’ll take your clothes and anything you have in your backpack that you want washed, and throw it in the washer, and you’ll be able to leave here in the morning with all clean clothes."

Once Steve stepped out of the shower and put on the clothes I had given him, I said, "How about if you sit down and just let me comb your hair all into place so I can get an idea of what your hair is like? Then we’ll eat, and after we finish, I’ll cut your hair for you."

"I really appreciate how kind you are being. It’s rough being on the road so much of the time. It’s great taking a break and not worrying about where I am going from minute to minute," Steve said.

Steve sat down and I proceeded to comb all his thick, long, beautiful, blond hair all straight back. I combed his hair so that none of it touched his ears. "Look how great you already look," I said. "Your hair stays perfectly in place."

As we were talking over dinner, I said to him, "You really do have wonderful hair. Having it be such a light blond and then having even blonder highlights look sensational. Your hair is also one of the thickest I have ever seen. You are a really lucky guy."

"Once we take the length down, I think that with all the body your hair has, you’ll be able to just wash it, run your fingers through it from front to back, let it dry naturally, and it will look really great."

"That’s how I do mine each morning. It takes almost no time at all. I really don’t like having every single hair perfectly in place. I think it looks obvious when a guy spends way too much time on his hair. You immediately assume that he is probably pretty vain about the mane he has."

"People may have always told you how you should keep growing your hair even longer, but I’m pretty sure that once I cut it that you’ll really like having it shorter. It will definitely be a whole lot easier dealing with every day, especially when you’re on the road."

"Your hair is so awesome that anyway you cut it will look good. I really think you will look a whole lot better without all that long hair you have. Are you ready for a haircut?"

"I can’t wait!" Steve said. "Point me to your barber chair and let’s see what you can do with this mane of mine! I’m really excited about having you cut it!"

My hair was about four inches long on top and brushed all up and back. The sides and back were tapered short. My barber used a #2 guard and tapered my hair to just above the top of my ears. He then took the sides down to just a little under two inches and blended it into the top.

My hair was very thick and it stayed in place however I combed it. I liked this haircut because the sides being brushed back into the top, really showed off what thick hair I had, and yet, being tapered down short, made it easy to take care of.

I started with my scissors and taking a section at a time, combed his sides out and easily cut off six inches of hair. If you have a love of awesome hair like I do, getting to get your hands in such a beautiful mane like Steve’s is the ultimate fantasy. His family was from Scandanavia, and his hair was almost a white blond, and with the texture and body it had, it looked outstanding.

As I continued cutting, six inches of his beautiful hair was falling all around his shoulders and then onto his lap. The pile of hair just kept growing and growing.

After I had finished taking the long hair off the sides and back, I then took my clippers. "I bet you haven’t had clippers used on your head in a long time. This is going to be a rush for both of us." I put the #2 guard on the clippers and ran them up to three fingers above the top of his ear, leaving a short, crisp, taper.

I could see that he was mesmerized watching himself in the mirror and seeing so much of his lovely hair coming off. It really was hot cutting it, and getting to see myself in the mirror taking off so much of his beautiful hair got me so aroused that I thought I might explode.

The next thing to do was wet his hair slightly, brush it all back. and starting at the front, lifting up his forelock and taking off about another six inches, still leaving it about four inches long on top.

I then blended in the remaining hair on the sides and back into the taper and top, leaving it about two inches long, and brushed it all up and back. Steve’s hair had as much body and texture as mine did, and his haircut looked exactly like mine.

There was so much beautiful, blond hair everywhere. He really was so much more good looking with a sharp looking haircut. I asked him what he thought about his new look? "I can’t believe how different I look, and I think my hair looks so much better with this style haircut. I think it really looks awesome," he said.

When it was time to go to bed, I assumed that Steve would head to the guest bedroom. To my surprise, he seemed a little timid, but said, "Would you mind if I spent the night with you? It’s been a long time since I have shared a bed with anyone."

"Sure, I’d like that," I said. Frankly, I was a little puzzled. I had not gotten a vibe from him that he might possibly be interested in more than just a haircut. "I have a king size bed, so there’s plenty of room for the both of us."

We got in bed and I turned off the lights. We both laid down on opposite sides of the bed with our backs facing each other, leaving a big area of space between us. This puzzled me even more, but I was too tired to really think about it and fell asleep.

Sometime during the night, I woke up and realized that both of us had moved to the middle of the bed. I was laying on my left side, and Steve had his back pressed right up against my chest. We were spooning! My arm was wrapped around him, holding him close to me.

I know it probably sounds kind of corny, but for me, it was a sweet, tender moment, something I personally, don’t get enough of. It was wonderful feeling so peaceful and content, snuggling with such a handsome young guy, like Steve.

I was 32, so I was ten years older than Steve. I usually wasn’t interested in guys that were that young, but it had been a long time since I had shared my bed with anyone, and I told myself to just relax and enjoy it.

He had such a beautiful body, muscular, but not overly developed. Holding him brought back memories of how great it was being that young and just beginning my life. I realized that I was really infatuated with this handsome looking young man.

I wasn’t so much older than he was as to think of this as being a father/son sort of situation. I didn’t feel like an older brother, either. I don’t know what term would describe it. It did surprise me that I was feeling such a strong affection for him, and that all I could think about was how much I wanted to keep him safe and protect him. I knew what I was feeling, wasn’t logical, but it was surprising. I had never experienced these feelings before.

I started ever so gently running my fingers through his hair. I was having such a great time. One of the things I loved most about being a barber was getting a chance to run my fingers through a thick head of hair. The color of his hair was spellbinding. I doubted if one person in a hundred had hair as beautiful as his.

Steve woke up a little, and said, "That feels really great having you run your fingers through my hair. I loved every moment watching you cut it."

We fell back asleep and when we got up in the morning, nothing was mentioned about our sleeping together. I just figured, "Hey, you enjoyed it, and now don’t waste any time wondering if anything more is going to happen. If Steve brings it up, we’ll just take it from there."

"I tell you what," I said. "How about you shower first and I’ll see if I can come up with something for breakfast? I don’t have much food in the house because I’ve been on vacation, but I’m sure I can come up with something."

"No problem," Steve said. I was looking to see what I could make for breakfast, when I heard Steve call out to me. "Hey Mike! Can you come in here for a minute?" I went into the bathroom to see what he wanted, and as I walked in, saw him just stepping into the shower.

"How about if we save some time and you jump in here with me?" Steve said with a big smile. "Last night, I felt shy around you, but after the great time we had, I don’t feel that way anymore."

"Come on in, and we’ll shower together, and we can wash each other’s hair. You know you have really awesome hair, too. I was so turned on all evening just looking at it, and thinking about how I wanted to bury my hands in it."

"Once we finish showering, I hope you’ll sit down and let me get some practice using a blowdryer and dry your hair for you. I’d really enjoy brushing your pretty hair all into place, especially with us having almost exactly the same haircut. Then you can brush mine for me, and give me some pointers on how to make this haircut look the best that it can."

"That sounds great," I said. "I love it when another guy gets his hands in my hair. It’s been a long time since anyone has done that, and I’ll really enjoy it, especially knowing that you love a good head of hair as much as I do."

We showered and when Steve was brushing my hair, I said to him, "You know, I have the next four days off and am planning on tackling a lot of projects that I have been needing to do around here."

"If you’re not in a hurry to get back on the road, why don’t you stay and help me? I was going to hire someone, and I’d gladly pay you $100 a day to help me, instead of having to hire someone else. You’d be able to leave here with an additional $400 in your pocket, take a break from being on the road, and help me get a lot of things done that I need to do."

"That really would be great," Steve said. "I don’t have anything that I have to do, and you’re right, it would be nice to be in one place for a few days, make some extra money which would really help me out, and get to spend more time with you. I’ve really enjoyed the time we have spent together."

The four days flew by fast. The two of us really got along well together and we completed several things that were on my to do list.

We started out each morning by showering together and then combing each other’s hair. At the end of the day, we had to shower again, and we then combed each other’s hair some more. I really had a great time having him around.

It didn’t take us any time at all to tell each other how much we enjoyed getting our hands in great hair, and how turned on we were by getting our hands in each other’s hair.

Monday evening came and I made a great dinner to celebrate the time we had spent together. I really liked Steve alot and knew I was going to miss not having him around.

"I hope this isn’t the last time I ever see you," I said. "Remember, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call. I’d love it if we kept in touch. To be honest, I think I have a little crush on you and I know I’m going to miss you."

"I hope that someday, you’ll be heading back this way, and if you do, promise me that you will come visit. Maybe, it’ll be time for you to get another haircut," I said with a smile, as I took my hand and messed up his pretty hair.

"Actually," Steve said. "I think I have a little crush on you, too. I also have a favor to ask of you. I’ve liked this haircut so much and want to keep it looking like this for as long as possible. You were right. I don’t miss having my long hair at all."

"I know that once the top starts getting too long, instead of it staying all back, it will start flopping all over the place. Would you be willing to cut my hair again tonight? I figure if you take another inch off the top, my hair would look the way it does now for about two more months and that would be great."

"You know that I would be glad to cut your hair again. I’ve had a lot of guys come into my shop with long hair like you had, and after they got over the fear of cutting it short, several of them would have me cut their hair shorter every time they came in."

"Once I cut it again, you can then decide if that’s as short as you want it to be. You may surprise yourself and want me to cut it even shorter. Like I’ve told you, your hair will look great any way you cut it."

Steve took off his shirt and sat back down in the chair where I had cut his hair just a few days ago. I started off by brushing his hair all back perfectly into place. God, he really did have amazing hair.

I decided to leave the sides alone because I had used a #2 guard for the first haircut and they were already short enough. I figured if I took another inch off the top, a little of the the sides near the top would come off as I blended it all together.

I wet his hair slightly and brushed the top all back. His hair was now about four inches on top, just like mine. I couldn’t wait to take another inch off. I picked up my scissors and comb and starting at the front, I lifted up his forelock and took off another inch and proceeded to keep doing that all the way to the back.

I tapered up the sides about half an inch shorter and blended it into the top again. After I finished the cut, I took my blowdryer and vigorously brushed his hair all up and back, getting it to stand as high as I could get it. I then ran my hands through his hair over and over again, which showed off his luscious locks much more than it did, instead of them all being perfectly in place.

"This really looks awesome!" Steve said. "I like it even better than the first haircut. It feels great to just take my hands and run it all through the top and see it standing up like it does. I think this shorter haircut shows off my hair even more than when it was long."

"It’s probably a good thing that I’m leaving tomorrow, because if I were to stay around here any longer, I would probably end up with you giving me a flattop," Steve said. "I’ve never had one, but I love how my hair stands up so easily. Maybe the next time I come visit, I’ll let you give me one," he smiled.

"I’ll look forward to doing that. The sides and back are now just about as long as they would be if you were to get a slightly longer, square, boxy flattop, instead of a short, military one," I said, secretly hoping I could convince him to let me give him one tonight.

"You’ve still got three inches on top and I’d have to cut about half of that off to give you a perfect looking flattop. It would look awesome."

"I’d keep the front just long enough so that you could just barely brush it back, but the rest of the top would be flat as a board and standing up straight. You think about it while you’re traveling and hopefully when you come back, you’ll let me give you one. I’d love to give you a really fantastic looking flattop."

"You know, I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed the break from being on the road and getting to know you," Steve said. "I wish I knew a better way of saying thanks for how much you have helped me. Now that I think about it, I think there is a way that I can."

"How about you giving me that flattop you just described? I think I would really like to see how I look with a flattop and I know that you would really like to give me one. Am I right?" he said with a big smile on his face.

"You are so right," I said. "Sit yourself down and I will give you the most fantastic looking flattop you have ever seen. I think your hair will look awesome being cut like that. It will actually be a more striking look than it already is."

"You definitely have the hair to wear a really sharp looking flattop. I don’t think there’s any other haircut that shows off a guy’s hair more than a flattop does. It’s really amazing how just an inch of hair can change how much a person can look."

"Are you sure you really want to do this though? Don’t get a flattop just to thank me. I have enjoyed having you around and I’ve had a fantastic time getting to cut your hair. I hardly ever get anyone come into the barbershop with hair that I have enjoyed cutting more than yours."

"No, I really want to do it," Steve said. "It will make life on the road even easier, and when it starts getting too long, don’t be surprised if you hear a knock on your door, and I come back to visit, and let you cut my hair again. I promise that I will be back because I would really like to see you again."

Steve sat back down in the chair and I got out my clippers. I hadn’t even thought about this happening, and it was really going to be a rush giving him a flattop.

His hair, having just been dried, was ready for me to begin the haircut. I started by taking my clippers and put on a #1 guard and ran them up to the middle of his ears, blending it into the hair that had been cut with the #2 guard. I could tell he was going to look really hot with this haircut and I couldn’t wait for him to see it.

I brushed the top all back again and took my wide tooth comb and lifted up his forelock and buzzed off about one and a half inches, leaving it just long enough for the very front to barely brush back.

Once the hair was cut in front, I worked my way towards the back, and a section at a time, I lifted up a beautiful lock of his hair, and cut off two inches. As I cut them off, the remaining hair on top of his head, sprang straight up.

His hair was going to be awesome looking. I knew that he had the perfect hair for a fantastic looking flattop from the very first moment I saw him. I’d cut a lot of flattops in the past ten years, but I was having the time of my life cutting his wonderful hair, and giving him probably one of the best flattops I had ever done."

When I finished the haircut, Steve said, "This is totally unreal for me, especially considering it was something that never even entered my mind about really ever doing. I absolutely love it! Brushing it back like this really does show off how thick it is, compared to just having it long."

Our last night together was wonderful. We were past the point of just having hot sex, we were having intimate sex. It was slow, sensual, and so satisfying. We ran our hands all over each other’s bodies, savoring every moment.

The next morning we got up and showered and combed each other’s hair like we had done every morning. I loved getting to brush his flattop, and getting it perfectly squared up on the sides and back.

I knew that we had only spent four days together, but they had been a really great four days. I knew that I was really going to miss having Steve around after having lived alone for several years.

"We have each other’s cell phone numbers, so if you want, we can either talk or text. I really would like to know how you are doing. I’m going to miss not having you around. Do you have any idea where this traveling is going to end up taking you?"

"I actually haven’t thought much about where this trip will end. I thought this would be a great experience, traveling all over the country, but to be honest, it’s not as great as I thought it was going to be."

"Always moving from place to place, never getting to really know any people, never having a place that you can call home is getting old. I really don’t know where I’ll end up, but I’m starting to look forward to just staying in one place and begin actually having a life."

"If you have no final destination in mind, why don’t you stay around here for awhile and see how you like it?" I said. "I’d enjoy having you stay here with me, and I have plenty of room."

"I’m going to be totally honest and upfront with you," Steve said. "If you were interested in being more than just a friend, I’d consider staying and seeing how things went."

"I know it’s only been four days, but they have been the best four days I’ve had in months," Steve said. "It made me start wondering if what we have between us might be more than just an infatuation. Maybe we could end up being in a relationship with each other."

"I want to end up somewhere permanently, and getting to be around such a handsome guy like you has really been an eye opener for me. The greatest thing about you isn’t how handsome you are, it’s what a kind, thoughtful person you have been to me."

"I began to wonder that maybe what I have been looking for is standing right in front of me? I don’t know how you feel about that, and I’m not saying that we immediately go and pick out china patterns, but if you’re not interested, I won’t be offended. I’ve had such a great time that I just wonder where it could possibly lead to?"

"I’m so happy by what I am hearing you say. We have definitely had a great time and we know that our chemistry couldn’t get much better. I’d like to know too, if what we have is just an infatuation, or if there is more to it than that?"

"If you leave, we’ll never get to know how things could have turned out. I know that I would always wonder what might have been. We know it’s only been four days, but a relationship has to have a beginning."

"If you really have no plans as to where you are heading next, and you’re interested in staying, and seeing what might happen between us, why don’t you stay with me for awhile, and we’ll see how things go?" I said. Steve had the biggest smile on his face and I could not have been more thrilled.

Steve said he would be happy to stay and see how things worked out between us. I was on cloud nine and couldn’t have been happier.

Later on in the day, I said to him, "I have to tell you how much I really love your flattop. It almost makes me want to get one, or at least cut my hair down shorter." The words just seemed to pop out of my mouth, as I said, "Have you ever cut anyone’s hair before?"

"I cut several of my buddie’s hair while in college. I always used only scissors on them, but I think I actually got pretty good at being a barber. I would have no idea how to use clippers, or how to give you a flattop, but if you’d like to lose about another inch off the top, I’d love to cut it!"

"Alright, this will be a great way for us to begin whatever may be ahead of us. I’ve never had anyone other than a barber cut my hair, but I’m pretty excited about you cutting it. I’m not at all worried about you taking an inch off the top."

"If you do a good job, maybe the next time I need to get my hair cut, I’ll show you how to start cutting the sides and back. Who knows? I might make a barber out of you yet."

"Sit yourself down in this chair, sir," Steve said. "Let me show you what I can do with your beautiful mane. I’m going to love getting my hands in your awesome hair and cutting it."

I sat down in the chair and I was really excited about him cutting my hair. Losing just an inch, of the four inches I had on top, would hardly be noticeable.

Steve had already brushed my hair into place, but he brushed it a little more just because it turned him on so much. "You know," he said. "Your hair on the sides is probably only about a little over half an inch longer than mine is now."

"I think you should let me take two inches off the top, instead of just one. With your hair that length and being so thick, you know that it will really stand up tall all over and it won’t have to be cut into a flattop. I think it would be a real edgy looking haircut, and you would look even hotter with your hair standing up taller, rather than just brushing it all back. Come on, man, let me do it! You have no idea how much the thought of it turns me on!"

"I can’t believe that I’m agreeing to this, but go ahead and take off two inches, instead of one. This is really going to be awesome to watch!" I said.

Steve switched from his brush to a comb. He slightly wet my hair and combed it all back into place. Seeing that I had just recently had my hair cut, he didn’t need to worry about tapering the sides and back.

He took his comb and trimmed about half an inch off the sides, causing them to stand up even more than they already did. It looked great. He really did know how to use a pair of scissors.

"Now to cut two inches of that pretty boy hair off the top! This is going to be so fricking hot!" he said, as he combed my forelock straight up to its four inch heighth and took the scissors and chopped off two inches. It was a rush seeing him cut off so much of my hair that I loved.

I knew he was right, and that my hair would probably stand up really well at that length. "Hell," I said to him. "If this ends up looking awful, I’ll just go to the guy that cuts my hair and actually have him give me a flattop just like yours."

Once Steve finished the haircut, I was happy to see that it really looked good. You would never have guessed that it had not been cut by a professional barber. I immediately began thinking about all the great haircutting times we would have together.

What a wild week this had turned out to be, and who knew where it could possibly lead? There was no need to rush into anything. If we just took things day by day, I think that time would eventually point us in the right direction.

It was hard to fathom all that had happened in such a short time. I felt it was unreal, that simply based on a whim, I had picked up a hitch hiker, and look what had happened? I have always believed that everyone gets a lucky break every now and then. I think this was definitely one of mine.

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