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Taking Turns by Shant
I was 25 at the time. It was a Saturday night and I decided to drive to a nearby city a little over an hour away and hopefully have some fun.
I considered myself to be a decent looking guy. I never had any problems finding someone to bring home, if I wanted.
I had been told many times that I was good looking, but it really wasn’t something I thought much about. I thought I looked pretty good, and that was good enough for me.
I was 5’ 10" tall, better than average build, and had a thick head of a ginger colored hair. People really did notice my hair because it was such an unusual color. This definitely caused me to get noticed more than I probably normally would.
I hated the color of my hair when I was younger. I got picked on a lot about it and wished it was just a normal color. As I got older though, I realized that I was lucky to have it, and became more comfortable when I would see people openly looking at my hair.
At this time, my hair was probably a little over five inches long on top. The sides were almost three inches. I brushed them back and they were just above the top of my ears. They were a little longer, the further back they went, and met in the middle in back and hung about two inches below my collar.
I was standing by myself, leaning against a wall in the bar. I saw a great looking guy across the room and thought that he was a really hot looking man, just the type guy I was attracted to. He was probably in his mid-thirties, tall, had a great body, and the most piercing blue eyes.
His best feature, however, was he had a beautiful head of hair. It was jet black, a little on the long side, was really thick, and had great texture and body.
He brushed his hair all back and the top probably stood over three inches high on his head. His forelock, being a little longer, fell down across his forehead.
He used some time of product that really made his hair shine. Nothing turns me on more than a guy with thick, black hair that shines. It is just so damn striking! This guy’s hair was really awesome.
A while later, I saw him walking over in my direction. He came up to me, and with a big smile on his face, said, "Hi. My name is Rick, and I want to take you home with me and cut your hair."
That certainly was not what I had expected to hear. He wasn’t intimidating, or at all threatening, and said it in a way that seemed normal, and did not freak me out. It definitely was an unusual opening line, making me wonder what this guy was all about.
I smiled back, and said, "Well, that’s an opening line I’ve never heard before. Why do you want to cut my hair?"
"A great head of hair is a tremendous turn on for me. Your hair is really awesome. I know I’d have a fantastic time sitting you down in a chair and doing all kinds of things with it. I’d love to get my hands in your pretty mane and cut it for you. How about it? Are you interested?" he asked.
I had absolutely no intention of letting this guy cut my hair, but he was really hot, and I decided to have a little fun, and flirt more with him.
"It’s tempting," I said. "You’re a really handsome looking guy. If I went home with you, and let you cut my hair, how would you want to cut it?"
"I really don’t know yet," Rick said. "I wouldn’t cut it all off, or anything like that. Cutting off great hair short is a real rush, but after it’s cut, there’s nothing left to play with."
"I’d much rather a guy have a great mane that I can bury my hands in and play with whenever we got together, instead of having to wait months for his hair to grow back out for me to enjoy."
"If I let you cut my hair, would I get to cut your hair in return? You’ve got an awesome looking mane, yourself, and I’d love to get my hands in it, probably just as much as you want to get your hands in mine."
"How about if I let you cut my hair, and then you let me give you the exact same haircut? Are you willing to part with some of your gorgeous locks? I bet you would be too afraid to let someone other than your barber go anywhere near your pretty hair."
"That’s definitely a response I’ve never heard before," he said. "I’ve always been the one that gets to be the barber and be in charge of the haircut. You’re a pretty cocky guy, and I like that!"
"I’ve never had anyone other than my barber cut my hair. He’d have a fit if I came into his shop and saw that I had let someone else cut my hair. He loves getting to cut my hair. Have you cut anyone’s hair before?" he asked.
"I’ve been cutting most of my friends hair for years now. Most of them have really great hair, and I love getting my hands in their hair whenever I can."
"I totally understand where you are coming from. It’s so awesome getting your hands in great hair. I get stoked just thinking about it," I said. "Thinking about letting me cut your hair?"
"I don’t know, man. I don’t think I want a haircut. I’m going to have to think about that for a little while," he said. "You really did take me by surprise by what you said."
We bought another drink and continued talking. When you discover that you have met someone that has a hair fetish as much as you do, it’s an incredible rush, especially because it so rarely happens. I could definitely feel the electricity between us, but again, I did not want to get a haircut.
"I tell you what," I said. "Obviously you’re into great hair as much as I am, but neither of us really want a haircut. I’d love to come home with you and we can play with each other’s manes and do some other fun things too. I’m sure we would have a really good time."
"Sure, I’d like to do that," Rick said. "As much as I’d like to cut your hair, getting to play with it, and comb and brush it, is a hell of a lot better than not getting my hands in it at all. It will be a real turn on. I know how much I love it when someone plays with my hair. Let’s go!"
As we were leaving the bar, I saw two other guys leaving the same time we were. Rick spoke to them and said they were good friends of his. They both had great hair too, and I wondered if he ever got his hands in their hair.
We got to Rick’s house, and after awhile, he asked me to sit in a chair so he could brush my hair. "Sure," I said. "I’m already horny just thinking about it."
"Your hair really is incredible," Rick said as he started brushing it. "I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anyone with hair the color you have. It’s not red or an ugly color orange. It is just so beautiful. And it’s so thick and the slight wave makes it look even better. I honestly think you have one of the greatest manes I have ever played with. Just running my hands through it gives me an immediate hard on!"
Suddenly, there was a knock at Rick’s door. "I bet I know who that is," he said. He opened the door and there stood the two guys that he had spoken with as we were leaving the bar.
"Hey guys! Come on in! Keith and I are just starting to have some fun!"
"Keith, this is Frank and Marcus. They’re the guys I spoke to as we were leaving the bar." "Guys, this is Keith."
"Hey man, how’s it going?" Marcus said. "As we were leaving the bar, we saw Rick leaving with a really good looking guy, and knowing Rick, we figured the party was just getting started here, so we dropped by to see what was happening."
I immediately felt uncomfortable. I hadn’t planned on having an audience.
"Relax. You don’t have to worry," Rick said. "These guys love a great mane as much as we do. We play with each other’s hair all the time."
"How about if they join us and we’ll really have a wild time! We’ll have some fun with that pretty hair you have, and I’m sure you’ll have some fun with our hair, too."
Frank walked up to where I was sitting. "Look how awesome this guy’s hair is! The color is unbelievable! You have such a tremendous head of hair," he said, as he buried his hands in my hair and started running them through it over and over again.
So much for introductions! I had never even spoken to this guy before, and here he was, manhandling my hair, and I was loving it!
"Hey Marcus. Sit yourself down and let me play with your hair while Frank is playing with Keith’s mane." Marcus sat down and Rick began running his hands through his hair and then picked up a brush and starting brushing it.
Both guys really did have great hair and getting to play with their hair was definitely a huge turn on. We took turns sitting in the chair and having someone comb our hair however they wanted. Eventually, we all got our hands in each other’s manes. It was incredible! I had never experienced anything like it.
After a little while, we engaged in a little role playing, telling each other what we were going to do to each other’s hair, how we were going to punish each other and buzz it all off. We started playing a little rougher with each other’s hair while running our hands through it. There was never any actual sex, but there were definitely four bulging crotches!
It was getting late and Frank and Marcus headed home. Rick and I cuddled on the sofa, exhausted from the time we just had. We still couldn’t keep our hands out of each other’s hair though.
"How about if you sit back down and let me comb your hair one final time before we go in and continue the evening?" I said. "I really want to see how great I can get your hair to look."
"Sure. I’d really like that," Rick said. Rick sat down in the chair and I first brushed his hair. I loved how thick and full his hair felt. I then took my comb and combed his hair the way I wanted it to look. "That feels awesome having your hands in my hair, and knowing how much you are enjoying it," he said.
I could no longer contain myself. "I’m so stoked! I have to do this!" I said. I lifted up Rick’s forelock, and cut off an inch of his pretty hair and watched it fall into his lap.
When I had earlier gone to the bathroom, I had seen Rick’s scissors on the shelf, and I don’t know why, but I picked them up and put them in my pocket. I was so glad that I did.
Rick didn’t react at all, which really surprised me. He looked up at me, and with a huge smile, said, "You know that is going to cost you."
"I don’t care! It will be worth it! I’m so stoked, man, we have to do this! The four of us guys playing with each other’s hair was undoubtedly the most intense foreplay I have ever had. This has been the hottest time, and I don’t want it to end yet!"
"I know neither of us really want a haircut. To be honest, I wouldn’t want to see you get those locks you have cut short. I would actually enjoy it more just trimming your hair, as opposed to cutting it short. I hope that you’ll want to get together again, and you know the longer our hair is, the hotter the time we’ll have."
"How about if we just give each other a light trim? Seeing that I just cut off an inch of your forelock, how about if we just take an inch off the tops of each other’s hair and even less off the sides? Getting to spend all that time running a comb through your hair over and over again, and cutting off just a little would be a bigger turn on for me than cutting it all off. If we get together again, I want to be able to play with your beautiful hair all the time."
"Okay, I’ll go along with that," Rick said. "I feel exactly the same way you do. I want you to still have most of your great hair so I can get my hands in it again. I think that this could be the start of some really fun times."
"Sit yourself down and I’m going to play barber first," Rick said. "I know I’m going to love doing this. Getting to do this will be a real rush for the both of us."
I sat down and Rick cut my hair just like we agreed. I loved having him comb my hair all up and back, and then, strand by strand, cutting off an inch. I don’t think it could be possible to be any more aroused.
After he finished cutting my hair, he sat down in the chair and I got to play barber. I slightly wet his hair. Being so black, I loved how it shined. His hair was a little longer on the sides than mine, and I loved combing it all back, and then trimming it up a bit. We had agreed to give each other the exact same haircut. That meant I got to cut off a little more of his hair off the sides than he did mine. Seeing that he had always played the barber, for the first time ever, he got to know what it felt like to be the one sitting in the chair.
We were both pleased with how the haircuts turned out and realized that we were even more aroused than before. We headed into his bedroom, knowing there would still be some great hair play, and also some hot sex ahead of us.
This was the beginning of several years of our seeing each other and totally immersing ourselves in each other’s hair. We would see each other about once a month, resulting in our hair being half an inch longer each time we got together.
Eventually, we ended cutting each other’s hair many different ways. We knew we could trust each other, and even though we never buzzed each other’s hair off, it was fun to cut it a little shorter every once in awhile. We also always gave each other the same haircut, which ended up being a lot of fun.