Home Haircut by Dad by Steve Miller

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My dad had been asking me for some time to help him move some things out of his garage and into mine. I finally picked a day and helped him move a couple rollaway beds from his garage.

We loaded them in his truck and brought them over to my house. After we unloaded the rollaway beds into my garage , I looked up and I just randomly asked him, "Hey dad… Do you have a few minutes to give me a haircut? "

What you don’t realize is I’m a grown man, divorced and 45. I’ve always had these fantasies of dad giving me haircuts, so later in life I look for opportunities like this. Now keep in mind my hair is just an MPB fringe around the sides that I have been growing out on purpose just for this occasion.

My dad proceeded to answer me that yes he does have time, so why don’t we go inside.

We walked back to the bathroom dressing area in my bedroom, and I mentioned to him that we should just do it here in my bathroom. I proceeded to get a brand new pair of clippers out of my drawer and sitting on the counter casually, were also a couple of razors.

I was wearing a pair of dickies, short sleeve coveralls, and I also had a unionsuit on underneath. I knew I wouldn’t want hair on my coveralls, so I proceeded to takeoff my coveralls. As I pulled up a stool and sat down on it, my dad commented to me, "you better take your longjohns off as well son, you’re going to get hair all over them."

So, I stood up and slowly stripped off my unionsuit and for the first time, in I don’t know how long, I stood before my dad completely naked.

As I sat on the stool, he asked me what I wanted done. I mentioned to him that I’m trying to save money, so I’m hoping he’s going to be my new barber. He smiled at this comment. I mentioned to him when I go to the barbershop that my barber usually takes a razor and outlines my MPP fringe to make it really distinct. I motion with my finger, how my barber gives me a high arch over the ears and tapers the neckline. My dad remarked, "I think I can do that. "

My dad started off by just turning the clippers on and running the clippers over my fringe. He reduced my fringe to stubble. When he was finished, he asked me again, "Now what did your barber do with the razor on top? "

I replied to my dad that usually my barber shaves about a half inch into my hairline, and gives me a very distinct lineup on my fringe.

My dad took the razor and proceeded to shave the top of my head. I reminded him that the barber usually shaves off about a good half inch of the fringe to make sure I have a really sharp edge. The whole time my dad was doing this I was videotaping it, pretending to look at what he was doing, but really wanting to record the moment. Who doesn’t want to record a naked grown man getting a head shaved by his father?

When my dad was finished, I moved the camera around from side to side to take a look at his job, I gave a high five saying, You’re hired."

I then told him, "You’re going to have to keep me in this hairstyle, which means you’re going to have to be my barber every other week."

He replied, "I’ll do this any time for you son. "

Before my dad put the clippers back on the counter, I asked him, "Hey dad, can you trim up my brows as well? " Knowing full well that the clippers didn’t have any attachments, that meant my dad, would simply be running the clippers over my eyebrows, bare clipper blade with no guard. He replied, "sure. "

I closed my eyes as he flicked on the clippers, and proceeded to run them over my eyebrows, making sure that they were perfectly trimmed. He turned the clippers off and asked me if they were good. Of course, I wanted to take this moment a little further, so I asked him, "Is that the shortest they can go? What about that lever on the side of the clippers does that adjust the blade?"

He replied, " Oh well, let me move it and try it again. "

As my dad turned the clippers on and ran them over my eyebrows one more time I could barely hear more hair being buzzed off. I looked in the mirror and was happy that my dad was taking my eyebrows off and reducing them to stubble. At this point, I muttered, "We might as well just shave them. They’re so short. "

He asked me if that’s what I wanted done, and I replied to him that it was up to him. He reached over and grabbed one of the razors, turned the sink on, and proceeded to clean them up with the razor. He quickly ran the razor of my eyebrows, reducing them to nothing. All the while, I’m having a chance to record this on my phone.

I like the look so much that I smiled once again, gave him a high-five and said, "You’re hired."

I told him, anytime you shave your head hair grows quickly, so I hope he was willing to be my full-time barber from now on. He once again replied, " Any time for you son."

I have been growing a long handlebar mustache which was my pride and joy. I knew that this was a good opportunity so I just ran with it. I asked my dad, "Hey, can you do one last thing for me? I really need my mustache trimmed up. I wanna get rid of the handlebar mustache and go to more of a cop style military regulation mustache. Can you help me with that? "

My dad at this point noticed I had a pair of scissors on the counter and grabbed the scissors to first cut off the long handlebar curls at the side of my mustache. He then took the clippers and began working on trimming my mustache, shorter and shorter and shorter until I was left with nothing but a regulation military mustache. How did I go from helping him move some things into my garage to just sitting here naked in front of him, while he carved out and shaved the perfect stubble, MPB haircut, buzzed and shaved my eyebrows and completely removed my pride and joy, and replaced it with a regulation military mustache?

As he was finished and putting the clippers back on the bathroom counter, he mentioned to me that I should probably jump in the shower real quick and rinse all that hair off my back. So I jumped in the shower real quick, came back out a couple minutes later, and as I was drying off in front of him, he mentioned that that’s a good look on me.

I proceeded to put my longjohns back on. I zipped my coveralls back up and gave my dad a big hug and thanked him once again. Right before he left the house as he was hugging me, he ran his hands up the back of my head and over the top of my head and replied to me, "You sure are a handsome son. I’m glad I can be your barber now. "

[true story]

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