Tommy by Saggin Jeans

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Tommy is eighteen years old - last year of high school - and happy
to be leaving soon. He is looking forward to his graduation and
all the photos with his friends - over the last 4 years his hair
has grown and grown and grown.
He has the longest hair in school on any guy - and possibly any girl.

He is very proud of his lock dark blond locks that cascade down
his back to the waistband of his skintight jeans. The jeans have
been basically spraypainted on to him - his strong teen thighs
stretching the fabric that is worn and threadbear in all the
right places in his opinion.
He knows he is COOL personified.

He struts - and he models in front of people - preening and
showing off his ass clad in the threads, running a hand through
the awesomely long silky locks - just enough wave to make it
dramatic - not enough to make him `pretty`. Although some dudes
do call him a pretty boy.

Tommy has a typical smartass attitude and has been getting
more and more mouthy as the end of the school year approaches.
he feels he is a man and immune to his parents rules.

He is sure that no harm could ever come to the pristine hair
and the studly image he has perfected over the last four years.
The admiration from other students makes him excited and the
look of disgust in others makes him feel proud that he has defied
authority -

He knows he will pass - so no problem there. The only slight problem is that dad made him take shop class this year whether he liked it or
not - something about wanting to see his son be able to make
something with his own hands or some lame thing - Tommy couldn`t
remember exactly the boring old man`s speech - blah blah blah.

He can`t stand shop class and has consistently skipped class.
Those machines don`t interest him - and frankly, they are death traps to flowing hair.
Putting his hair into a tail or bun is just not going to happen
to punk Tommy - his hair is his pride and joy - that
LOOK just isn`t going to happen.

The hours he spent every morning primping in front of the
mirror to get the hair just right - the money he spent on hair
products and secret salon visits to give him the `rebel may care`
perfect long `look` was not going into no shop class. He took great
pride in his hair and the pleasure it gave him was indescribable
(at least on this pg site) - he was totally dedicated to his long
hair.

Tommy knows he`s failing shop class - but so what, he doesn`t need
it anyway. He`ll pass and get his diploma without it.

The sun is shining. Beautiful early summer day.
Tommy as usual is strutting around the school parking lot with his
skintight jeans clinging to his essentials and revealing just
enough to tantalize people and irritate oldsters - all of this
making him feel warm all over.
He can`t wait to get home.
He is starving and wants to get an early start with his friends
this evening.

He jumps into his flash car - another bit of a contentious issue
with his father - the money he has spent on this car could have
paid for most of a university education - something Tommy is not
at all interested in.
But his car - that`s another story - it is flash and attracts more
attention to him.

Tommy jumps out of the car at home and takes the steps two at a
time through the screen door - amazingly the threads that hold his
jeans together don`t completely disintegrate.
He slams the door as usual and heads to the stairs for the upstairs
bedroom and his hair products to perfect the look again before
going out.

But before that, he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a few
snacks.
While he is bent over looking for his favourite sugars and salts -
he feels a heavy hand on his shoulder.
The hand feels cold on his naked shoulder, his wifebeater t-shirt
not covering that area nor the small space between his shirt and the threadbare waist of his strangling jeans.

`Son.`

Tommy doesn`t like the sound of his father`s voice.
He has never heard this tone before but he knows immediately it
is not good.

`Got a phone call today from the school.`

NOT GOOD Tommy`s brain is thinking fast on how to get out of this one.

`Guess you just didn`t get the point of our little talk before
this school year.`

`Dad....` Before young Tommy can finish his sentence, Dad
strengthens his grip around the young man`s arm and leads him
unceremoniously to a kitchen chair.

`You just stay quiet and sit tight, lad.` Dad wrapped a cape
around our long blond stud`s shoulders and cinched it tight,
lifting and letting drop the waves of massively long long hair.

`DAD ! I........`

Tommy didn`t get to finish again as his father wrapped a hand
around the super length of indestructable teenaged long hair and
pulled hard getting Tommy to look up at him.
The boy saw the father`s face and went quiet.

There would be no escape.

The sound of the scissors came before the actual crunching that
followed.

Tommy almost immediately lost his COOL and began sniffling a tear
silently streaming down his nose.
Father had no sympathy and dramatically dropped the extra-long boy`s
hair onto his lap, letting the silky feet of hair slink and wrap
around his thigh hugging jeans - the beautiful hair that was going
to look sooooo good in the grad picturs - the famous hair !!

Tommy couldn`t believe it - he just couldn`t imagine this could
happen. He was invincible - his HAIR was invincible - this couldn`t
really happen, could it ??

His hair was famous - everybody commented on it - one way or another. He couldn`t show up with a short hairstyle.

That soon became apparent to be not a problem as dad clicked on
the clippers and shore a path down Tommy`s young scalp -now naked
scalp.
There was no guard and the studly teen`s head was basically bald.

Now the tears were not silent. The tough COOL teen began to sob uncontrollably, tear wetting his face and dripping onto the jeans
darkening the faded, worn cloth.
The clippers were unrelenting - taking swipe after swipe, the
lad`s long locks had been reduced to a whisper.

The long rebel hair that had attracted so much attention and
given him such pleasure - was gone

Completely GONE !!

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