Sean Gets Shoed by DHC

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(This is my first story on this site. It's a direct sequel to the story "Sean Gets Shorn" by Manny.)


Sean skulked out of Gary’s house and headed back home, making sure that the other neighbors couldn’t see him. He didn’t have to worry; the sun had already gone down and the distance to his front door was a mere 600 feet down the road. Nobody saw him.

He slammed his door shut and hurried to the bathroom, tripping over boxes scattered in the living room. In the mirror, Sean got his first eyeful of his freshly shorn head. No more luminous red, sexy tresses that sent girls swooning. Instead, rough, sand-paper stubble covered his virgin-white scalp, giving it an orange tinge. He ran his hand up and down his pate as if to confirm that it was real.

Tears welled and gradually spilled down his cheeks. How could Sean McGinty, whose shoulder-length red hair was famous, let a creepy old man shave off his pride and joy. He now looked like a humiliated convict or a Marine recruit, not a poised, easy-going man about town. How could he face his friends? More importantly, what girl would want to sleep with him now? They had loved fondling his locks while having sex. Now, that shorn mane was in Gary’s garbage can.

The youth tore his eyes from his horrid reflection and laid down in the tub, reflecting how it all started. He was borrowing a bucket from his neighbor, who then asked him to tidy his buzz cut. Running the clippers over Gary’s head and watching the grown-out stubble fall away, Sean was genuinely excited. The machine vibrating in his hand was amazing and he couldn’t help imagining the luxurious feeling of the clippers gliding through his hair, like a scalp massage.

It all culminated earlier that afternoon after tidying Gary up for a third time. Before he knew what was happening, Sean was in the chair, watching his own hair fall to the cape. Fear and misery stormed in his stomach throughout the ordeal. But the feeling was better than he ever imagined; the sight of his shorn ginger hair plus the sensation of clippers on his scalp gave Sean a high like never before, like he was flying down an empty highway with the wind blowing in his face. Even now, as he rubbed the stubble, he felt a tingle. It was bewildering; how could he be so excited and so horrified by this haircut?

Was he secretly gay and in love with Gary? No and no. Sean had no trouble getting it up for women. He had numerous girlfriends over the years and hoped to get married one day, maybe even have a few kids. Yes, he was definitely straight.

Maybe the thrill he felt in Gary’s house was part of a hair fetish. That made sense. Sean had always been into his hair, even to the point where he wondered if there was something sexual involved. Girls touching his hair in bed never failed to drive him wild. Now that he thought about it, he did remember a having a few wet dreams about getting his hair cut.

"I guess I have a bit of kink," Sean murmured to himself. What happened in Gary’s house confirmed it.

Gradually, he picked himself out of the tub, showered and then went to bed, even though it was only 6 PM. The pillows felt like heaven on his clipped scalp.

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Sean closely monitored his growing stubble over the next two weeks and was glad that it quickly grew into a respectable buzz cut. He felt deeply sad to learn that it would take almost two years for his mane to come back. But he had to admit that he didn’t look half-bad with a buzz. His ears didn’t stick out and the cut complemented his oval face very well. It made him look more tough and manly.

The amount of time Sean began saving in the mornings was gargantuan. He absolutely loved how quickly his hair dried after showering. No blow drier or fancy products required. Just shampoo, water and a towel. It was great!

However, his friend Clyde almost fell off his chair when he first saw it. He couldn’t stop laughing and rubbing his hands over the rough stubble.

"I told you were the one who needed a haircut. But I never thought I’d see this: Sean McGinty shaved bald!"

"Well, enjoy the spectacle while you can!" Sean laughed. "I’m gonna make sure it grows back."

Sean’s co-workers also gave him a hard time about the new look. Unwilling to say what really happened, the lad made up a story about how he lost a bet on a baseball game. Sean also made sure to avoid Gary; he was convinced that the old man would try to rope him into another haircut. Even at the office, he looked over his shoulder, convinced he heard Gary’s voice.

The two neighbors thankfully didn’t see much of each other. There was a moment when they almost ran into each other in a grocery store. But Sean ducked behind a shelf just in time.

Over the summer, Sean’s buzz cut continued growing; by late August, shiny red hair 2 inches long cloaked his scalp. Sometimes it caught the sun and made his head look like a burning torch. Though Sean had gotten used to really short hair, he hated how fuzzy it made his head look. He often felt awkward looking at it in the mirror every morning. Why couldn’t it grow faster?

Then, Sean felt the urge to shave his hair off again. He began daydreaming about clippers running across his scalp, that blissful sensation. The beautiful sight of cut hair falling to the floor. But this time, a knock-out woman would wield the clippers, a hot-box like Margot Robbie, Anne Hathaway or even Mary Tyler Moore!

A few times, he thought about going back to his old salon and asking one of the stylists there to do it. But that didn’t feel right. It was too fancy and none of the ladies there would even dream of taking clippers to him. They’d probably throw him out of the place. Plus, Sean thought it would be more thrilling to grow his locks back to shoulder-length, enjoy it for a while and shave it. Oh, how amazing that would feel!

Sean even came close to buying a pair of Oster Classic 76 clippers, the same ones that Gary used on him. But he never went through with it; the temptation would be too great.

All the same, it would be better to get his hair shaped up so that it would look good as he grew it out. He began looking around for regular barber shops around town and found a place called Ruby’s Hair Shop. One day after finishing up work, Sean drove over to the place and check it out.

The instant he pulled up, he knew the place was just for him. It looked like a traditional men’s barber shop with an old chair, giant hair clippers, a pole and everything. But the barberette really floored Sean. She was tall with an athletic-looking figure, not unlike a college cheerleader. The lady had an open smiling face and green eyes that gleamed like neon in the harsh light of the shop. But her hair…her hair!

It hung smooth and straight all the way down to her spectacular ass. And it was a passionate red, the color of a crisp autumn day in Vermont or a lava flow. It probably was even more luminous than Sean’s hair used to be. He stood frozen in the street, watching her clipper-shave a man’s nape. And then, he could’ve sworn that she winked at him!

Without hesitating and hard as a rock, Sean headed inside.

"Hello!" The lady said. "Have a seat. I’ll be with you in a few minutes." The lad barely heard her; watching her carefully manicured hands run the clippers up and down the back of the client’s head. She was in the middle of giving him a bald fade. Sean envisioned her clippers "slipping" and then having to shave everything off. Maybe she could arrange that.

No, better to play it safe and have her shape it up. He remembered how he wanted to grow out his hair again—and then shave it off.

The lady finally finished with her client and sent him on his way. Sean was in the barber’s chair before she even had time to call him up.

"Wow, you’re certainly an eager beaver," she said. "It must have been a real long time since you had this trimmed up." Sean agreed and gave his name. The lady introduced herself as Ruby as she fastened the cape around his neck.

"So, what would you like me to do with this?" Was it just him, or did he detect a purr in her voice? Sean looked up and saw her gazing at him--her sculpted breasts mere inches from his face. Something knowing in her luminous green eyes and small smile. No point in lying about only wanting a shape-up.

"Whatever you think looks best," Sean ecked out, his mouth dry as bones.

"Oh, I know exactly what you want." Ruby touched his shoulders, then shut the blinds on the windows, flipped the sign to "closed" and locked the door. "For privacy," she said, winking.

Once again, Sean found himself cowering under the cape—that beautiful feeling of fear mixed with profound excitement jelling in his stomach. A tent had formed underneath the cape.

"Hold on tight." Ruby whispered, flipping on the Osters with a 000 blade. She drove the clippers high up the back of his head, from nape to crown. Sean let himself be taken by the luxurious sensation. He couldn’t speak even if he wanted too. Ruby flicked the clippers so that the tuffs of red hair would cascade down the cape. It wasn’t the lovely sheaves he had been holding out for. But hey!

Ruby went around the back and sides of his head with the Osters. And then she stopped. Sean heard her put another guard on.

"Wait, I’m not getting a baldy?" He asked.

"Oh no. I’m giving you something even better." All at once, she ran the guarded Osters across the top of his head, so that a bright red pelt covered his scalp. Ruby loved how it contrasted with the bare skin on the sides and back of Sean’s head.

"What are you doing?" he whispered when he saw her put the 000 bald back on. She shushed him and put her finger to his lips.

"Don’t talk. Just enjoy it papi."

Using a clipper-over-comb method, Ruby slowly sculpted the top so that it was nice, bevel flattop, perfectly blending the shaved sides and back. And then in a grand finale, she drove the clippers from the crown forward. What a sensation—Sean nearly exploded.

After another minute of work, the dynamite barberette spun the chair to the mirror. The lad gaped at what he saw—the shortest, most intricate Horseshoe Flattop he had ever seen. Never before had he looked so tough, so masculine—he could have passed for a Marine Sergeant right then and there.

"I have such a thing for ultra-short military haircuts." Ruby whispered in his ear. "I could have given you a baldy, but I thought you needed something special."

"I love you." Sean uttered. Ruby gave him a mysterious smile, uncapped him and led him toward the back room.

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