Thanksgiving to Remember by Scott the Haircut Lover

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Thanksgiving to Remember

I lived in a small town in rural America. My name is Dylan. Half way through my sophomore year of high school. I played baseball and was going to make the varsity team this year. 5’10 sandy blonde straight hair that was over my collar and down to the middle of my nose. I had ice blue eyes and a very fit body. I was totally focused on sports and being in great shape. I never really thought about my hair much, but for some reason I couldn’t explain I always noticed when my friends got haircuts. I would even go as far as to say it turned me on when a friend went from long to short. Like I couldn’t stop staring at it. My dad was always after me to get a haircut, but when I watched major league games I noticed a lot of players wore their hair long and I wanted to be like them. It was Thanksgiving break. We were heading to my Uncles house for the long weekend.

I was always excited to see my cousin. We looked a lot alike. We were the same age and he played baseball too. The summer before we played on the same travel team and spent the whole summer together traveling all over the place. I hadn’t seen him since August. We texted a little but that was about it. One night on a travel trip we were in the same room talking about girls and stuff. Hair came up for some reason and he said he wasn’t cutting his hair for a long time. I kinda shrugged it off. At the time his hair was longer than mine. I started to fantasize about what it would be like to see his hair short the next time I saw him. Again, no clue why this intrigued me, but it there was definitely something going on with my fascination. He had dark brown hair with a bit of a wave. He always had it combed and styled out and seemed to really love his hair. I was texting him during the drive to his house and asked what plans he had for us for the weekend. We talked a lot about doing batting practice every day at his house, going on his four wheelers and exploring, and hanging out with some of his friends. Sounded like a perfect weekend to me! I was getting super excited about spending time with Taylor.

When we arrived at his house he came running out. I got out of the car and gave him a bro hug and we got my stuff and headed up to his room where I would be staying the next couple of days. He had been working out and gotten much more fit since the last time I saw him. His hair was longer than ever. He looked so good! But he was my cousin. Why was I even looking at him that way. We talked for a while about the school year. He kept playing with his long hair and I couldn’t stop watching him as he pushed it back. He asked if I was ever cutting my hair. I was a little taken back not really knowing how to answer. But I said that I was happy with it and was going to keep growing it then asked why he asked me. He said that his dad was after him about cutting his. I said well my dad is always after me about cutting mine but its my hair and I will wear it however I want. Then he said his hair was annoying him during his workouts and even got in his eyes sometimes when he was doing batting practice. I had know idea but I started to get aroused as we talked about his hair. I tried to change the subject several times, but every time I did he brought it back up. I finally said well why don’t you just cut it then! He laughed and said because he didn’t want to make his dad happy about it. I giggled and said well that’s silly! If you want to cut it you should.

Thursday was Thanksgiving. We had the traditional meal, watched lots of football, and had a great time with the families. Taylors hair looked really shiny and it was combed perfectly. I tried to style mine the same way he did that morning, but his was longer and I couldn’t quite get the same look. Taylor’s mom commented that he and I were looking more the same all the time as we grew up. Then Taylor’s dad chimed in that we both had ridiculous hair and it needed to be cut. Both of our moms told him to relax and let us be the boys we wanted to be. All day I found myself staring at Taylor. And I started to get feelings I have never had before. I messed around with a few girls at school. Nothing serious, but I never had these feelings before. But he was my cousin and he was a guy! What was I thinking. I kept thinking about how he would look with his hair super short and several times throughout the day I had to hide how aroused I was.

The next day we went into town for Black Friday shopping. The parents went off their way and we went out on our own. It was a small town in general and we were just walking around being stupid and getting no shopping done. We were walking down the street when I noticed a barber shop. I didn’t say anything, but I looked in as we walked by and saw a kid our age in the chair getting a really short cut. I got flutters in my stomach and immediately started looking at Taylor’s hair wondering what it would be like to see him in the chair getting his hair shaved off. He kept running his fingers through his long hair all day. The wave was perfect. I wished I had wavy hair. Then we came upon one of his friends. I had never met Jordan. All of the sudden I realized Jordan was the guy that was in the chair at the barber shop! Taylor said nice cut dude! What made you shave it off? Jordan said he was just tired of his long hair and wanted a change. Jordan could tell I was staring at him and now all I could think about was getting a cut just like his. He looked amazing. But how would I go about it? Jordan invited us over later. Taylor and I kept walking around town. I said damn he had a really short haircut. Would you ever cut it that short. Taylor said I am seriously thinking about it. Would you do it too? Might be fun…. Couldn’t believe those words just came out of my mouth. I mean our dad’s would get off our back about our hair and we wouldn’t have to mess with it so much. The barber shop was just one block away as we walked and the closer we got I could feel my stomach getting tighter and tighter.

We could see the barber pole at this point. It got super quiet. I mean we didn’t say we were actually going to go through with it. Taylor stopped walking and looked at me. So what do you think? I played dumb, think about what? He smiled and pointed at the barber shop. I turned beat red I could feel it in my face. I don’t know Taylor. It’s a big change. Maybe just a trim? I mean I haven’t cut mine at all since Easter. I was hoping to go an entire year was my goal. He shocked me by saying well it’s a stupid goal. I laughed and said you are one to talk! We stood there for a good 10 min trying to decide if we were going to walk in. Finally Taylor said this is stupid. Im going in! I couldn’t believe we were actually going to do this. I grabbed him before he opened the door. So what cut are we going to get? He ran his fingers through his thick wavy dark hair and smiled at me. Im taking it all off. You do what you want. With that he grabbed the door handle and walked into the shop. I followed right behind him with my stomach in literal knots. I was surprised the barber was a younger guy. He was the only barber in the shop and he greeted us nicely. He asked who is first? Taylor and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. The barber stood behind his chair holding a cape and waiting patiently. Taylor took a seat.

I sat in the waiting chairs right across from the barbers chair. The barber put a cape around Taylor and started combing out his wavy dark brown hair. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The barber spun him to face the mirror. He asked so what are we doing? Taylor said I want it all off. The barber didn’t miss a beat or question him at all. He spun the chair back around so Taylor was facing me. I tried not to stare but I just couldn’t help it. The barber picked up the clippers. He wasted no time sliding the clippers up Taylors right side burn. I was in awe as I was truly watching my first haircut close up. His hair started to pile on the cape and his scalp was showing on the sides. What this was doing to me was something I had never felt before. The barber worked around to the back and then the other side. I figured he would just take his scissors and cut the top down, but I was totally wrong. The barber lifted Taylors long fringe up with his comb and slide them clippers down the middle of his head. He left a shadow of hair behind. Taylor’s white scalp started to show. He was literally taking it all off. I couldn’t stop staring and Taylor was smiling at me as his hair was removed. There was so much hair on the cape and on the floor. He looked so good though. Like it was better than I could have ever imagined. The barber then took edging clippers and shaved high up the sides and back of his head leaving it bald on the sides and back. It was so hot to watch the lather being applied around his ears and neck line and the sound of the scraping was incredible. In not time it was over. Taylor rubbed the top of his head with no more than a little stubble and hopped out of the chair.

The barber looked at me. You ready? I tried to adjust down below so that no one would see what was going on. I slowly stood up and took my place in the chair. He quickly caped me up and asked if I wanted the same thing. I nodded and said yeah ….. take it all off. He repeated the same thing he did to Taylor. Shaving my sides and back. Taylor was smiling as he watched my hair being shaved off. I kept staring at how hot he looked and hope I looked as good. I couldn’t believe the sensation when the clippers slide over the top of my head. Then the edger trimmer shaving me bald like Taylor about sent me over the edge. The warm lather and the scraping of the little hairs was about all I could take. My hair was mixed with Taylors all over the floor. The barber undid the cape and I stepped out trying to discreetly adjust my excitement.

We paid. Taylor rubbed my head and laughed. Omg I cant believe we just shaved our heads dude. I rubbed his and said it was the best feeling I have ever had! When we saw our parents they were shocked. The talk the rest of the day was about how good we looked. Taylor and I went up to his bedroom to play video games. I couldn’t stop staring at him and watching him rub his shaved head. I couldn’t stop rubbing mine either. Then he asked me to rub his head which I didn’t hesitate to do. He started rubbing mine. I told him that he looked hot. He said I looked hot too. He said he was so aroused watching my hair come off. I told him I was too and he said he noticed. I asked him if he ever thought about me in that way and he said yeah all the time. I said it was awkward because we are cousins. He agreed but we kept rubbing each other’s heads. I kissed his cheek. He kissed my lips. Our hands never left each other’s head. Then his mom called us to dinner. After dinner we went back up to his room and we continued what we started before dinner……

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