It's hot down under - Part II by P.J.

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It's hot down under - Part II

The next week was blistering hot. I’d decided to try out for the school rugby team. With Rugby tryouts and practices, I put in a hot sweaty week. I was feeling depressed, the long locks were still a problem. I felt like I was contemplating amputating a limb. Ugh.

Saturday morning rolled around and I was up early studying.

When Ollie woke up, we headed to the dining hall and got some breakfast.

On the way back Ollie knew I was troubled by something. I'd been unusually quiet at Breakfast.

"Mate, is there something bothering you? Have I pissed you off for some reason, have I?" Ollie inquired.

"Nah, I'm just wrestling with something. I have a tough decision to make. I replied. Absentmindedly running my hands through my plush mane.

We had an afternoon scrimmage match so we'd decided to spend the rest of the morning studying. We knew after the scrimmage match, we’d be wiped out for the rest of the day.

After a short study period I paused, looking up from my screen for a minute, finally wanting to talk to Ollie about my dilemma. I turned to him and asked "can I interrupt you for a sec?"

"Sure, sure, Ollie replied, looking up. "What's up mate?"

I pawed at my mane and said "You know last week when you said you'd be happy to do some more cutting on my hair to give it some style?" Ollie nodded. "Well, I think I want you to do it. I've struggled all week in this heat. This has been a really hard decision for me. Much as I don't want to, I need you to cut my hair shorter."

Ollie raised his brows in surprise. He stood up and walked over to me. My legs had been spread so he stepped right in between them. Coming in close enough that I could feel the heat off his body. He ran his hands back into my plush locks. " Tanner, are you sure mate? Once I cut it off, I can't put it back on. Clearly, you've had it long for quite some time too. Don't get me wrong, I think I can do a great job but wow, are you sure?" He continued to stroke my thick locks. I couldn't deny that he was also flirting heavily with me.

"Yeah, I'm sure "I replied softly, gazing into Ollie's blazing blue eyes. Was that lust I saw in those eyes, hmmm.

He stepped back. "Well then, of course mate, when do you want me to cut it" he inquired.

"Um, well, how about now actually. I'm not looking forward to another hot sweaty rugby match with my thick mane." I replied.

"Ah, sure mate. Ollie said "but...in return, I'd like you to help me with something too please."

"Sure, anything, what is it?" I said, happy to oblige him.

"If I'm going to have the gear out to cut yours, I might as well cut mine too. I'll need you to help me with mine though. We can do it right after I cut yours. Sound good?" Ollie said, giving me an inquisitive look.

"Oh", I replied quietly. "Uh, sure, if you think I can," I said. My brow was wrinkled in concern. "I kind of like you nice and shaggy though, are you sure?" I said, flirting back.

"I'm sure you do, but some of this has to go, for the same reason you want me to cut yours." Ollie said, running his hand through his shaggy locks.

"O.K. then sure, if you think I can do it" I replied.

"Ah, great, go stick your head under the tap and get it all wet, then dry it a little with a towel. When you're ready, get your chair over in front of the mirror and I'll get my gear." Ollie said.

I went and did as requested. My head was now thoroughly damp. I moved the chair and sat down slowly. GOD, I hated this. I'd never had a 'style' for my long mane. This would be a first. This would also be the shortest it would be in a looong time. I sighed deeply. It felt like I'd decided to amputate a leg. Ugh.

Ollie laid his gear out on the desk. He made short work of taping my neck and caping me up.

"O.K. mate, how long or short do you want me to keep it over all?" He asked, brushing out the thick locks.

"Mmm, well, don’t cut more than a couple of inches, maybe three inches at the most off the back, I think I still want it around shoulder length, aye. I assume that the sides and fringe will then have to be a bit shorter than the back, yes?" I looked at Ollie hopefully. "Remember I've never had any kind of "style" while it's been long Ollie. I'm kind of putting myself in your hands man." I was so dejected I'd almost talked myself into taking the cape off and forgetting the whole thing.

He stood in front of me, cupping a hand under my chin and tipping my head up. "Tanner, make no mistake babe..., I mean mate, I fully grasp the gravity of the situation. I will do my best to keep you looking hot and studly, O.K." he half chuckled, blue eyes blazing again. He stepped back and picked up the comb.

"I know, it's just, well, ah, go ahead," I replied sadly.

And so it began, he sectioned off the top, clipping it out of the way, and proceeded to chop off a full three inches all around the sides and back. Handfuls of my precious locks sliding down into my lap. I was watching his every move intently in the mirror. Next, he trimmed a bit more off the sides, shortening them to roughly chin length. Thick ginger locks were beginning to cover the cape. Wow I couldn't remember the last time my hair was this short, ever. Next, he started layering, using the bottom length as a guide. Wow, lots more hair was falling in my lap. Oh, God. This sucked. I was impressed with the precision and concentration he was showing. But it still sucked. He did know what he was doing. I was just having a hard time resigning myself to having shorter hair. Ugh. I could feel my identity slipping away.

Once he was satisfied with his handiwork on the back and sides, he unclipped the top and combed it all forward. It was at least a couple of inches below my chin. Next, he made a V shaped part, starting at my crown and going out to each temple area. He combed and layered everything that was to the back of the v into the longer layers on the sides and back. Adding more and more hair to the large mound of shorn locks in my lap. "Ollie, man, let's not get too carried away, eh." I moaned. "I'd really like it if there was at least enough hair left to tell what color it is anyway, O.K."

Ollie stopped cutting for a moment. Tanner, I want you to still look good O.K. I don't like cutting this any more than you do, if I'm being honest. That first 8 inches wasn't a really big deal for me. It might sound a bit shallow, but your lush locks were the first thing that attracted me to you remember? I'm trying to lighten it up for you without going too short. You won't be able to tie it back at this length, but there'll still be enough length so its long, not short, O.K.?" Ollie had a serious look as he stared back at me.

"Ah, I know I sound like a whiny brat Ollie, but God, this is a lot of hair man, "I replied, my arm appearing from under the cape and grabbing a handful of thick locks from my lap. Letting them drift back down. I guess I didn't realize how much I still had after your first cut last week. Sorry". I said sadly.

Ollie sighed and then resumed trimming. He lopped off a small section of the fringe hanging down over my face at my chin, right in the center. Then he angled down on each side to meet the rest of the hair on the sides. Next came an interminable amount of sectioning and cross checking through the top section.

I appreciated that he was being meticulous and wanted it to be perfect. I kind of liked the head massage I was getting too. The cross checking finally finished, he stepped back to survey his handiwork. "Wow babe..., I mean mate, sorry. Boy, do you look different. I want you to shake your head, then flip your fringe back like you always do."

My hair was still a tiny bit damp. I shook like a dog, then brought my hand out and flipped my fringe back. HOLY S**T. What an alien feeling. My head was so light now. My hair on the sies was chin length now, dropping down longer as it got to the center of the back, that was still almost shoulder length. Ugh.

"How's it feel ba...mate. Ollie asked, giving me a concerned face.

"Oh, man, Ollie, it feels so strange and light. This is going to take some getting used to." I frowned at my reflection in the mirror. It didn't even look like me. Wow.

Ollie intruded on my thoughts. "Feels O.K. though? Like I said, I can't put it back on. He stepped in close and tipped my chin up again. "If you want it any shorter the clippers are going to have to come out Tanner."

"Ah, no ", I barked. This is perfect then. Ollie laughed and ruffled my locks.

"Live with it awhile, I can always make adjustments if we need to. For what my opinion is worth, you look HOT ba…. Um, mate." he replied. He unsnapped the cape and let the huge mound of shorn locks slide to the floor.

I gazed forlornly as they slid to the floor, glancing up at the stranger’s reflection in the mirror.

I stood up and walked closer to the mirror, my hair was pretty much dry now. The top layers had already taken on the fiery highlights I get from being in the sun. They contrasted nicely with the rich deep auburn color Ollie had exposed by layering it. Hmm, maybe this was going to be tolerable after all. Hmm.

Ollie sat down and said "O.K. cape me up mister barber man."

I laughed "remember, I said I'd help, I'm not doing all the cutting.....or am I" I replied with growing trepidation. Ollie, remember, I've never, and I mean never, cut hair before?" I taped and caped him, just as he'd done with me a few minutes ago. "And I really, really like shaggy Ollie."

"Relax ba...mate. You'll do fine. Just follow what I tell you. It's a pretty simple cut really. And you’re not shaving me bald, if that’s what you’re worried about." Ollie replied.
He clipped a guard on the Osters and said, "watch and learn grasshopper."

He promptly held them to his left side, in front of his ear, below his bushy sideburn, and ploughed upwards. "Now watch. This is the only part you have to pay attention to. See how I hold the clippers straight up, even as I get to the top of my head? It's important for this cut that you don't start tipping the clippers in towards the top of my head. O.K.?" I watched, fascinated as a thick chunk of his gorgeous blonde hair slid down into his lap. The mowed path the clippers left wasn't bald as I half expected it to be. There was still almost a half inch of darker blonde fur there.

Ollie handed the clippers to me with a hopeful smile. "You can do this, it's really easy. Go slow for the first couple of passes and I'll stop you if I need to."

I took the proffered clippers as if he was handing me a live snake. "They won't bite you mate" he said laughing at my dour expression. "Fold down my ear and make the next pass up the side mate."

I tentatively reached over and folded the top of his ear down. I tested the heft of the clippers in my right hand. Getting a feel for balance, and angle of attack.

I angled them in above his ear, resting them on his scalp, and began to slide them up. The thick heavy locks began to slide free. His soft locks sliding down over my hand felt so soft and nice. I wasn’t really thrilled with how short I was cutting it but, oh, well. I was pretty sure he’d still be HOT looking himself.

Ollie said, "yeah, just like that, you don't need to press hard, just rest the clipper blades on my scalp and slide 'em up." I tipped the clipper handle down a bit so I was cutting parallel with the side of his head once I'd cleared his ear. "That's it mate, now continue at that same angle until you bring them clear of my head. I did as directed and another tuft of blonde locks drifted down into his lap.

I brushed my hand over the freshly shorn locks. "Oh, Ollie, this is such a weird feeling man." As I moved my hand up the side of his head I heard an unmistakable moan.

"Ah, mate, I know, I love to hate that feeling, ugh" Ollie moaned.

I gave him a quizzical look.

Ah Tanner, you aren't the only one who loves long locks mate. You don't know what I'd do to have longer hair like yours. It's just simply too bloody hot here for me to do that. I hate cutting it this short. The only consolation is that this will be the last cut I get until next spring. Keep going mate, let's get this first part over with." he barked.

I proceeded to shear off mounds of short blonde locks, handfuls at a time, not even an inch long, as I came around the back of his head. I was a bit intrigued with the process by this point. "O.K. how do you determine that you want this guard and not any of the others eh?" I nodded to the pile of guards on top of the nearby desk.

Ollie paused for a minute, then spoke "well thru trial and error I've determined that I like this length. It’s about as short as I can go and not see skin through the short stubble that's left. I don't look good with it any shorter, I kinda look bald actually. Not a good look at all. This length also leaves a tiny bit along the bottom so it isn't shaved to the skin. I hate that freshly barbered look."

By now I'd worked my way round the back and was just finishing up the right side. He looked quite odd with the sheared sides and this thicker pile of hair on top. I had to admit, I liked the touch time with his hair, and head though. I could tell he liked it too.

"Alright mate, this looks great" Ollie said, smiling. "Now, I'll trim my fringe and show you what I'm doing up top. You can continue if you want. If you aren't comfortable, I can pretty much take it from here. While he was talking, he was checking my work with a hand mirror and the big door mirror.

I turned off the clippers and set them down. I took the opportunity to give his head a little massage, getting used to the feel of the velvety soft stubble I'd left on his head. "Careful mate" Ollie moaned. I could get really used to that sort of thing you know. He had that lust filled glazed look in his eyes for a few seconds. Hmm. I filed head massaging away for a later date.

He picked up the comb and shears and spoke. "O.K. ready for lesson number two? Take that spray bottle and spray my hair on top till it's damp please."

I picked up the spray bottle and got him good and damp. Ollie took the comb and combed all the hair on top straight forward. His fringe just started to impinge on his vision, just a tiny bit. He expertly made a small section part from front to back, right down the middle, maybe a half inch wide.

As he raised his comb hand up to the top of his head he paused and said "Oh, wait, come here for a sec." He held out his hand, palm facing me. "Put your hand against mine, palm to palm."

As we touched, it felt like a low voltage tingle. All through my palm and fingers, it felt wonderful. I could tell by Ollie's facial expression he felt it too. He cracked a small smile for a second or two. " O.K. good," he chirped. We both have pretty much the same size fingers."

"We what, huh?" I replied.

We need the same size hands, especially fingers, for this next part to work easily. If you're going to help, that is?" He gave me an inquisitive stare.

"Well, um, sure, I guess," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"O.K. good", he said, raising his comb hand up to the top of his head again. He explained how he was using the width of his fingers to measure how long he was going to leave the hair, and where to make the cut. "I usually use two or three finger widths for the top, it leaves it long enough to do a side part if I have to and short enough to kinda spike up if I want for a while at least. I'm kinda partial to the messy look if you haven't figured that out yet.

I, meanwhile, was watching and hoping desperately that he wasn't going too short. I wanted a chance to run my hands through that mop, if the opportunity should present itself. (Like I hoped it would)

It was short, but there was still enough there to grab, probably about 2 inches if I had to guess, good. After he explained what he was doing, and then demonstrated on that narrow section he'd made, he handed the comb and scissors to me. "O.K. I just cut a guide for you Tanner. All you need to do is part the top in small sections, from right to left now, and use that middle section as a guide for how long to cut it. Give it a try mate."

I was a bit tentative but after a bit of additional explanation I was working along, I got the hang of it.

Lots of small bits of blonde hair were raining down on the cape. What was left behind was like a beautiful soft shaggy blonde brush. Ollie had nice thick hair. I went back and checked myself, mainly just to have touch time. Every now and then I was getting that same tingling feeling in my fingertips too.

I also noticed that with him sitting, and me standing behind him, my rock-hard cock was bumping him in the back of the head occasionally, when I leaned in. I wondered if he noticed. I also wondered if he was the type of guy that got hard when he got a haircut. Hmm.

"O.K. mate, believe it or not, we're done." Ollie said, smiling at me. "I know it's not the typical sharply barbered cut. But, then again I'm not your typical sort of guy either. Right Mate?" he reached out and gave my butt a playful tap. Was he flirting with me? (God I hoped so.)

We cleaned up and showered up. "Ah, that feels much better mate" he said as he rubbed his short top locks with a towel. Let's get to the match. Don't want to be late and piss off the coach now.

We played hard and actually won the match. We'd been back to the dorm, showered, and gone to dinner. Walking back from dinner I was quiet again.

"So tell me, how's the new do working out for ya mate?" Ollie asked. He reached over and ruffled my thick locks in the back. I leaned into his hand a bit too. It felt amazing. "Feel a little cooler, at least for match play anyway?"

Um, well, I don't know yet. I'm going to have to give it a try for a few days." I replied quietly hoping he wouldn't press with any more questions.

I already knew it probably wasn't going to work. My hair was now short enough that I couldn't tie it all back. That meant that it was always laying against my neck and shoulders. I could tuck the fringe behind my ears. I still wore a headband for rugby, so it wasn't flopping in my face anyway. Way back in the corner of my brain I had this nagging feeling that it just wasn't going to work. I was doing my damndest to keep that thought tucked way back in that corner too. If I thought too much about it, I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Ugh. I’d only been here a couple of weeks and I’d had 2 haircuts, major ones. My hair was already the shortest I could remember.

I suffered through the week with my new shorter do. Generally, I liked it. The layers were a bit cooler and it was a bit shorter than before too. Not being able to tie it back in a tail was the real downer. Putting it up in a tail got it all off my neck and back before. That wasn't doable now though. I knew from experience that I was now months away from being able to put it up. Long months away. S**t.

After practice Friday I decided to talk with Ollie about it. I'd been moody and brooding all week so he already knew something was bothering me.

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