Mark Joins the Navy by Shant

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It was the end of the school year. A bunch of us guys were playing poker one night and when the game ended, Mark and I walked home together.

Despite Mark being two grades ahead of me, we lived in such a small town that we had been friends since we were kids.

Mark was joining the Navy in just two weeks. "You’re definitely finding a way to get out of this town as fast as you can," I said. "I can’t wait to get out of here, too. There’s just no future here."

"Are you excited about joining the Navy?" I asked.

"My brother, Roger, enlisted a couple of years ago, and said that once basic training was over, things were actually pretty great. He has already been to several different countries and certainly has seen a lot more of the world, than if he had stayed here."

"Did Roger give you any advice to make it easier when you first get there?"

"Yeah, he told me a few things I should do. You remember, Roger has just as great a head of hair as I do, only his hair is black. He said if he had it to do all over again, he would have buzzed his hair off before he joined the Navy."

"The first few days, he said that you don’t want to do anything that attracts attention to you and makes you stand out from the other enlisted men."

"You know how he and I have such great hair, and that we stand out in a crowd because of it," Mark said. "Roger told me that his hair, which he was so proud of, caught the eye of one of the officers, and the guy really gave him a hard time when he first got there."

Roger said, "When it was time to get our hair cut, and when it was my turn to sit down in the chair, the officer told the barber that he could take a break and that he would take good care of me."

"Get your ass in that chair pretty boy! Man I have been looking forward to this since the first moment I saw you! You must really love that mane of yours. How much time do you spend each day combing your beautiful hair?"

"I bet you’ve spent years pampering that hair. From the moment I saw you, I thought to myself that this was a guy who thinks he is hot stuff. This pretty boy especially seems like he has a big ego about that hair of his. Everytime time I looked at you, you were always running your hands through your hair."

"Look at how every hair is in place. It’s obvious you spend a lot of time making sure it always looks perfect. Well, you’re not going to have to worry about that anymore. It’s time for you to lose it! This is going to be a lot of fun. I can’t wait to run these clippers all over your head and watch all that pretty hair of your’s come off!"

Roger said, "The officer was brutal and really rough cutting my hair. He made fun of me all the while he was buzzing me down. He started with the clippers, with no guard on them, which was shorter than the other guys got, and started at the middle of my forehead, and aggressively ran them all over my head, all the while mocking me. I knew that I was going to dread getting my hair cut, but this was even worse than I imagined it would ever be!"

Mark said to me, "I’m going to take Roger’s advice and buzz off my hair next weekend. There’s a going away party for me on Saturday night and I’ll be leaving first thing Monday morning. Saturday will be the last time anyone will see me with all my awesome hair."

"I’m going to wait till Sunday evening and then I’m going to get it all buzzed off. I’m not going to subject myself to the ridicule that Roger went through. I think my hair is even nicer than Roger’s and I’m not going to take any chances."

"That sounds like a smart move," I said. "I imagine you’re really dreading getting all your hair cut off. I know how much you love that mane of yours. Where are you going to get your hair cut on a Sunday night?"

"I figure that I can just take a pair of clippers and give myself a buzzcut. I don’t need to shave it totally off, but I want it short enough to not stand out from anyone else. The Navy barber will be taking it down even shorter, so I don’t have to worry about messing it up and it will only be a couple of days before he cuts it."

Mark did have the most amazing head of hair, and he knew it. He wasn’t shy at all about it, and was bragging about what great hair he had all the time. He had a tremendous ego about how awesome his hair looked.

I had heard quite a few guys say that he was too cocky and they would love to teach him a lesson. A lot of guys said they wished they could be there to see all Mark’s pretty locks get buzzed off.

Mark’s hair was a sandy blonde with natural blonder highlights all through it. It really was a striking color. His hair was thick and had great body. He had his hair tapered slightly around the ears and back. The sides were about three inches long and the top was over five inches.

He swept the sides back just above the top of his ears and the sides met at the back of his head. The top he brushed all up and had a slight part on the right.

He was able to brush his forelock all up and back and then comb it forward, out over his forehead, and then brush it back again. His hair had such great body that the hair combed out over his forehead stayed suspended in midair and never moved.

Our town was so small that there was no barber shop. Mark was lucky, and his father took him to a town 25 miles away just so he could get a haircut. I remember one time, Mark telling me that Vern, his barber, told him that he had the most beautiful hair of all the guys he ever had sit in his chair.

I wasn’t as fortunate. I had never been to a barber shop before. My father always cut my hair. He and I were not at all close. My mother had left him and me when I was three years old. He never spoke to her again.

My father was also the town drunk, and when it came to me, he was a mean drunk. Practically the only time we ever talked was when he decided I needed a haircut.

I got my hair from my mother’s side of the family. It was the exact same color and texture as her hair. He really hated that I had such a full head of hair, because his hair was thinning, and he knew he would be bald in just a few years.

I had learned just to stay out of his way, especially when the school year ended. Often times he would come home drunk, take one look at me, and order me to sit down in a chair in the kitchen.

I knew what was coming. "It’s time you get rid of all that hair you have," he would say. "I think I’ll give you a buzzcut for the summer and then I won’t have to bother cutting it again until school starts. I’ve been wanting to see you without all that pretty hair that you are always combing."

Over the years, I had received many buzzcuts from him. For him, it was a pain in the ass having to cut my hair, and all he wanted to do was get it over with as fast as possible.

The longer my hair was, and the drunker he was, the more brutal the haircut was. He would put the #2 guard on the clippers and then aggressivelly place them at the center of my forehead and within five minutes, he had buzzed off all my hair, even though he knew how much I hated my hair that short.

"There, that should last you for awhile," was all that he said. He simply didn’t care what I thought. He left me to sweep up all my hair that was on the floor, which only made me feel even worse. I couldn’t wait till I had my driver’s license and could drive to the nearest barber shop. I vowed that I would never let him cut my hair again.

At times, when my hair was starting to look a little shaggy and I was afraid my father would notice it, Mark trimmed my hair for me. He enjoyed getting to play barber, and he did a really good job. He definitely saved me on more than one occasion from getting butchered by my father. I always wished that Mark would let me trim his hair a little, but because he loved his hair so much, no one other than Vern got to do that.

Every once in awhile when Mark trimmed my hair, he would let me comb his hair. He knew how great I thought his hair looked and he enjoyed having someone admire his hair. We’d take turns combing each other’s hair into different styles, seeing how we could make each other’s hair look. He loved having someone idolize his great mane.

Looking back on those times, I realized that was the beginning of my hair fetish. All I ever wanted to do, was get my hands in Mark’s hair and do all kinds of things with it. Looking back on this, I realize that Mark was my first crush. I would have never told him that, but I thought about him all the time.

Sometimes when we were combing each other’s hair, Mark would take his hands and run them all through my hair over and over again. "You’ve really got a thick head of hair," he said. "It’s really nice, almost as nice as mine is." I had a good head of hair, but nowhere near as nice as Mark’s was.

It was on Wednesday, three days before Mark’s going away party that he stopped by my house. "I’ve been thinking," he said. "Maybe I should find someone to buzz my hair for me instead of doing it myself."

"How would you like it if I came over early Sunday evening and let you buzz it for me? I know how much you have always admired my hair, and I’ve trimmed your hair a lot of times, so I thought why not let you be the one to cut it, that’s if you want too," he said with a big smile. Mark knew how much I would love to buzz all his hair off.

"Oh, man, you know I would love to do that more than anything! You know how much I’ve always admired your hair and wished that mine could look as great as yours. You’re really serious? I can’t wait to do it!"

Sunday evening came, and Mark showed up right on time. "I can’t believe I’m really getting to do this!" I said. "It is going to be mindblowing getting to cut off almost all your hair! I’m so stoked that you’re letting me cut your hair. This is going to be fantastic and something that I’m never going to forget!"

"Is it okay if I first comb your hair for awhile? You know how I think your hair is so awesome. I’ve always been so envious of how great it looks. I always like it when you let me comb your hair after you cut mine."

"Sure, go ahead," Mark said. "I’m in no hurry. I know how much you like my hair and I know how much you love getting to comb it. Let’s have some fun for awhile before you do the big cut. I won’t be combing it like this again for a long time."

"Go ahead and enjoy yourself," Mark said. "When you buzz it, as long as you leave it an inch long, do whatever you want. It’s all going to be coming off anyway. I asked Vern what guard I should put on the clippers and he suggested that I use a #8 guard. He said that would leave me with about an inch of hair."

I had already grabbed my father’s barber kit and was ready for Mark. He sat down in the chair facing the mirror and I caped him up. I then took my comb and started combing his hair. The moment I placed the comb in his hair and felt the first beautiful lock, I had an immediate boner.

I could see Mark’s face in the mirror and it was obvious how much he was enjoying having his hair being the object of so much attention.

After I finished combing his hair all into place, I said to him, "Now, I’m going to slightly wet your hair and then take the blowdryer and brush it all up and back and see how full I can get it to look. Your hair is so fricking awesome."

I used the blowdryer and brushed his hair all to the left, and then to the right, and then all straight back. I was having a mindblowing experience. In the past, I had combed Mark’s hair, but I had never done anything like this before.

His hair was so much fuller and taller because of the blowdryer. I then combed his wonderful hair back to the way he always combed it.

Since Mark had said I could do anything I wanted as long as I left his hair an inch long, I decided why hurry and immediately buzz it all off? This was going to be the first time I had ever given anyone a haircut and I was so stoked that it was going to be Mark.

Mark had a slight part on the right side of his head that went back about two inches. The rest of his hair on the right was all brushed up into the top and back. I took my comb and parted his hair where he did and continued the part all the way to the back. I then combed all his hair above the part all to the left.

I then combed all his hair below the part straight down. It was long enough that it covered about half of his ear. I then started at the front and took a section from the side and cut off about one and a half inches, leaving him that same amount. I continued doing that all the way to the back. I then made a part on the left side, combed his hair on top all to the right, and cut it like I had the other side.

All that was left for me to do was take down the top to give him the haircut that I wanted him to have before I buzzed it all off. I lifted up his forelock which was almost six inches long and took the scissors and cut off four inches.

Seeing so much of his beautiful hair falling into his lap almost caused me to explode. I had admired Mark’s hair as long as I had known him, and it was unreal to actually be cutting so much of his wonderful hair off.

I worked my way from the front to the back, leaving him about two inches of hair on top. I then slightly wet his hair and blowdryed it again, all upand back. I was really amazed by how good it looked. I ran my hands through it over and over again getting it to stand up as much as I could.

"So, what do you think? I’m really pleased how good it looks, yet you shouldn’t be attracting any unwanted attention because of your hair. You should just fit right in. Do you want me to leave it like this or do you want me to take it down to an inch long?"

"Go ahead and do it! I really think you did a great job, but I want to go through with this and have you buzz it down to an inch. This has really been an unbelievable time. You know how much I love my hair but it’s been awesome seeing you cut it all off."

"No problem, "I said. "I’m glad that you want it shorter because it’s really going to be amazing running the clippers all over your head and seeing so much more of your fantastic hair coming off."

I put the number 8 guard on the clippers and stood directly behind Mark. "Okay, get ready, because here we go. I put the clippers at the center of his forehead and turned them on. Mark jumped a little at the sound, but I held his head firmly in place and ran the clippers from the front to the back. I then worked on each side removing all the extra hair on top and then buzzed the sides and the back.

With his hair still being an inch long, he would be able to comb it so that it looked good. Even with short hair you could still see that he really had a gorgeous head of hair.

When I finished, Mark said, "I’m really glad I had you do this for me. It was actually a wild time and now I won’t have to worry about going through what Roger did."

I looked down at the floor and couldn’t believe how much beautiful hair there was everywhere. After I swept up all Mark’s hair, I pretended that I was putting it in the trash can. After he left, I planned on putting it all in a ziplock bag so I could always look at all his beautiful hair and remember what a great time I had cutting it.

"Are you sure you don’t want it as short as you had it two years ago?" I teased him.

"No," Mark said. "I don’t ever want it that short again. That was the worst night of my life, and I never want to experience that again. Even the Navy barber won’t be cutting it that short."

The night Mark was referring to was two years ago on Halloween. Mark had been kidnapped by three guys. They all wore masks so no one could tell who they were. These guys put a pillowcase over Mark’s head and tied his hands and legs together.

They took him to a house about twenty miles away and tied him to a chair. They were going to teach Mark a lesson because he had such an ego about his hair.

They took off the pillowcase and told him they were sorry they had messed up his pretty hair. They all took turns combing it and brushing it, all the while telling him how beautiful his hair was.

One of the guys then said that he thought Mark needed a little trim. Mark really flipped out! He said that there was no way they were going to cut his hair, but the guys just ignored him. They had a great time cutting his pretty hair.

They eventually ended up giving him a flattop. It looked fantastic, but Mark had such a fit, that one of the guys then took the clippers and put the #2 guard on them and totally buzzed all his remaining hair off. Mark’s hair was over five inches long on top and it was now about 1/4 of an inch. Mark had tears running down his face. He was practically hysterical.

No one ever found out who the three guys were. The reason I knew so many of the details about what happened that night, was my cousin, Andy, who was from Syracuse, and a friend of his named Brian, and I were the three guys that had kidnapped him.

Earlier in the summer, Andy and I were talking and I told him how Mark was a good guy, but was such a jerk sometimes about how beautiful he thought his hair was.

He made fun of me, and also some other guys, rubbing it in that our hair was not as nice as his was. He was so fricking vain about his hair. We had heard this same story for years, and even though we all liked Mark, we wished we could teach him a lesson.

"I think I have an idea how we can do something about that," Andy said. He told me what he had in mind, and made it totally clear that I could never tell anyone about what we were going to do to Mark, because I would end up in a lot of trouble.

I was no fool. It was hard keeping such a huge secret, but I knew I could never tell anyone. Mark would have killed me if he had ever found out that I was one of the guys responsible for him getting his hair all buzzed off.

As I was putting away the barber kit, Mark surprised me when he said, "You know, I’ve kidded you about your hair before, but you really do have a great looking head of hair. I have a lot of fun when you let me trim it for you."

"If I didn’t have this big curly wave that I have on top, my hair would look a whole lot better," I said. "I can comb the sides and back to look pretty much like your hair does, but I can’t figure out how to deal with the top. I’ve always hated how it looks."

"I agree, and think your hair would look a whole lot better if we can get that curl under control. How about letting me try brushing your hair and seeing what I can do with it?" Mark said.

"That would be great. The way you combed your hair always looked so sharp. It would be great if you could figure out how to make mine look better."

I sat down in the chair, and Mark got out his hairbrush and began working on my hair. I loved feeling him running his hands all through my hair and then combing it different ways in order to see how he could change the way it looked.

"I think the best thing to do is let me wash your hair for you and then let me blowdry it. I think we’ll have a better chance of taming the top down some. I think I could comb your hair to look close to the way I combed mine."

"That would be awesome. I get so frustrated trying to keep it looking good. If anyone can make it look better, I’m sure you’re the one that can do it."

We went into the bathroom and I leaned my head over the sink and Mark washed my hair. I had never had anyone do that before and it was so sensual. I loved feeling Mark running his hands through my hair and leaning up against me while he was doing it.

When Mark started using the blowdryer, he vigorously brushed my hair all up and back, and then tried brushing it all to one side, and then the other. I was really in heaven having him work on my hair. I couldn’t believe how high my hair was standing up.

When Mark finished using the blowdryer, he brushed my hair to look like his had. The curl was definitely less obvious, but the blowdryer made my hair look huge. I knew that once my father saw it, that it would be chopped off in no time. It just attracted way too much attention.

"I really like how you’ve tamed the hair on top down, but I could never wear my hair looking this big around my father. The moment he saw it, he would have me sitting in a chair and he’d cut it all off."

"Let me try something," Mark said. He switched to a comb and worked on getting my hair not to stand up so high and so full on the sides.

As I was looking at myself in the mirror and watching Mark comb my hair, I saw him reach over onto the desk and pick up the scissors. I experienced a huge rush wondering what he was going to do.

"Why don’t you let me give you a haircut?" Mark said. "I’ve trimmed your hair several times so you know that I can do a good job. This time, how about letting me give you a real haircut and not just a trim? I would really love to do that. Consider it my going away present."

"What do you have to lose? With your hair as long as it is, you know your father is going to chop it all off when he’s in a bad mood. Let me cut it, and maybe we can get that curl under control, and he’ll leave you alone. If he asks you where you got your hair cut, you can tell him that my father took you and me to the barber shop."

"I think without the top being so long, that big curl you hate so much would be a lot easier to manage. Want to try it?"

"Sure, why not? I think it would look better shorter on top and anything that can make that curl not be so big would definitely be an improvement. I totally trust you cutting my hair for me. I think it will be awesome watching you give me a haircut."

Mark then caped me up and proceeded to comb my hair. It was great sitting in a chair and feeling relaxed about getting my hair cut, and watch Mark take his time cutting it, after getting such horrible haircuts from my father.

My hair was just about the same length as Mark’s had been. It was about three inches on the sides and almost six inches on top. My hair was not as blonde as his and it had a slight curl to it on the sides and back and a really big curl on the top that I really hated.

Mark proceeded to cut my hair basically the same way that I had cut his. I couldn’t have been any more turned on than having Mark running his hands through my hair and watching him cut off several inches of it.

Mark combed my forelock straight up and cut off almost three inches, leaving it about three inches long. He continued to cut the same amount off the entire top and then took the sides down more than an inch. I watched in the mirror and hoped that he could cut it to look good and keep my father from cutting it all off.

I knew that Mark really loved getting to cut so much of my hair off. "Your hair is so thick and full. It’s a blast taking it down shorter, and I really do think it’s going to look so much better," he said.

"This is really a lot of fun," Mark said. "In the past, I’ve always taken off less than an inch, but it’s a real blast lifting up your thick locks and chopping off almost three inches. I wish we had started doing this years ago."

When he finished, I was really pleased with how it looked. With the top being half as long as it had been, and by using the blowdryer, the curl was hardly even there. Mark had a big smile on his face and I knew that he had enjoyed cutting my hair, just as much as I had enjoyed having him do it.

I just wished now that he wasn’t leaving for the Navy. I’d gladly have him cut my hair all the time, instead of my father. I was turning sixteen in just a few months and I could then get my license and then haircuts would no longer be a nightmare.

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