An Unexplainable Journey by Scott the Haircut Lover

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An Unexplainable Journey

When I was 15 it had been about three years since I had my haircut. It was over my shoulders when I didn’t have it tied up. I got some grief about it in school. I was a nerd and super advanced in my studies so I had no reason to cut it. I mean sometimes it got in my eyes when I was reading but that was an easy fix. Slim body ice blue eyes and long sandy blonde hair. Just a typical geeky kid in school. I had a few friends but definitely wasn’t the popular kid. I made money tutoring dumb jocks.
It was just my mom and I. Dad was never a part of my life. On my 16th birthday my mother said "Don’t you think its time to get a haircut?" I looked in the mirror, just decided I guess it is and went down to ask her if she had made me an appointment. We got in the car and went off to the salon. I had no feelings inside me about cutting it or not cutting it. It was just something I was doing. She introduced me to the girl that did her hair and I sat in her chair. She bushed it and combed it out. She was amazed how long it was. I didn’t even realize it was half way down my back. She asked me what I wanted to do and I said I think just a regular haircut like most guys have these days. She began to section it off using rubber bands. Then I heard the slicing of scissors and the next thing was 5 sections of long pony tails no longer attached to my head. When I left I had just a regular haircut. Nothing special. But I couldn’t get the sound of the scissors slicing through my hair out of my head and couldn’t explain why this seemed to arouse me (yes I knew what arousal was at my age).
No one really said anything to me at school the next day. No one really cared. That sound played over and over in my mind and it was the beginning of a journey in my life that would define me. A year past and it was my 17th birthday. I looked at my mom and said, "guess its time for another haircut". By this time I was driving and had my own car so I set out on my own to get it cut. I had never been in a barber shop, but my friend Steve who always had a sharp haircut told me about this place he goes. I never really cared, all Steve talked about was getting his haircut and it seemed like he did it often. I googled the shop and set my maps and found it was only 10 min away so off I went.
I went inside, there were at least 8 barbers working away. The lobby was almost empty so I calculated that it wouldn’t wait too long. A younger barber said "Hi there, you are next" and I followed him to his chair. This chair was much bigger than the one in the salon. He put a cape around me and asked how long it had been since my last haircut. As he combed it out I explained it had been exactly one year. I got it cut on my birthday last year. He smiled and wished me a happy birthday and asked what kind of haircut I wanted. I sighed knowing nothing about what to say and said just a regular haircut I guess. He said "that is my specialty" and giggled a bit. I lifted sections and started slicing away with his scissors. That familiar sound that got me going. I was really enjoying it. I didn’t even notice how much hair was piling up on the cape. Then I heard this loud buzzing sound I was not familiar with. I felt steel on my neck and a new sound of hair being shorn off with the loud machine. This also gave me a new sensation. Stronger than the sound of the scissors slicing through my hair. I felt hair on the back of my neck which I had never felt before, or at least that I could remember. This haircut went on for sometime. I was finally spun to the mirror. I didn’t recognize the person in the mirror. I had very short hair on the sides and as he showed me the back with a hand held mirror it was just as short. The top hand been cut down to just a couple of inches and he had spiked my front bangs with some kind of product. He could see the shock in my eyes and asked how I liked it. I told him it was fine and paid and left.
As I laid in bed that night, my hand couldn’t stop rubbing the short hairs on the back of my head. Then I kept replaying the sound of scissors slicing through my hair which lead to the sound of that machine shaving away my hair. This lead to an arousal that I had not experienced as a young man. More intense and the climax was over the top. All because of a haircut? What was happening to me?
The next day Steve commented on my new look. I thanked him. He asked where I got it done and I told him at the same shop he had been telling me about. For some reason I was not interested in talking about haircuts and the conversation continued for sometime. As it continued I began to look at Steve differently. He was super handsome. More of a jock than me. But I also realized he was never with girls like most of the jocks were. He asked if he could rub the back of my head. I giggled but said go for it. When he touched it electricity ran through my body and I got an awkward bulge almost immediately. Steve went on to explain that with a cut like my new one I would have to get it done regularly to keep it looking sharp. For the first time in my life I actually was looking forward to my next haircut.
I started going monthly and kept the same look for the rest of high school. I got a big academic scholarship to the state university and Steve got a scholarship to play baseball. He and I had become very close friends. He was excited I was going to the same school so that I could help him with his studies. We decided to be roommates. About two weeks after we settled into school I was studying in my room. Steve came back from practice and we exchanged hellos and shared our day. He said we need to find a barber shop in town. One of my team mates told me about a good one. I smiled and told him that I was looking forward to it. We had never gotten our haircuts together but it didn’t seem odd to me since we now lived together and it was something that we needed to do.
Saturday came and we headed off to the shop. I felt a bit of an excitement that I wasn’t used to. We entered the shop and amazingly it wasn’t much different from the one back home. Steve went first. He sat in the chair and gave the barber instructions. I couldn’t explain why but I was infatuated with watching him get a haircut. To the point where it go very awkward. Especially when a barber said I was next. I got up and hurried to the chair hoping no one would notice. When I sat and the cape was put over me I took a deep breath and was able to relax. I gave the barber instructions and he began to cut my hair. I had all of the same sensations and sounds that I had back home. I loved getting my haircut now. I didn’t understand it but it was the most relaxing thing I had ever done. This barber went much shorter than the one back home but I didn’t care. He used a straight razor and shaved my hair about half way up. This was a completely new sensation. I began to think that I couldn’t get enough of this. I was raging under the cape. He faded my hair is so perfectly that I couldn’t believe how good it looked. I felt like I was going to lose it under the cape.
When I got up I saw that Steve had gotten a much shorter cut than his usual one and it looked so amazing. He came over and rubbed the smooth back of my head and said "That looks really good". I rubbed the back of his and said "You too. In fact I think it’s the best haircut you ever got." We giggled, paid and left. I felt different about our friendship lately. He was very affectionate to me and I liked it a lot. Nothing had ever happened between us but my feelings for him were getting stronger and stronger. I had still never seen Steve with a girl or have a relationship with a girl. Needless to say I think I was a bit of a late bloomer and didn’t really think about such things as relationships. I had zero interest in any girl. I began to realize I was gay. I was definitely falling for Steve but I didn’t know if he was falling for me.
A week later I was craving getting a haircut again. Maybe I was making up for all those years where I never got one. Steven came in from practice on Friday and I said, "You want to get a haircut tomorrow?" He looked a little shocked I was asking because he had been the one to always say it to me. He said "Well its only been a week, but I mean sure why not. We both seem to enjoy it. And you look really good with your hair fresh and short." I blushed and said "So do you. I really like that we have this in common." He looked puzzled "What in common?" I stumbled and tried to find the words "Um having a fresh haircut?" He looked disappointed in my response but said he was going to hang out with some teammates and he’d be back later. I read until I fell asleep and we woke up about the same time the next morning.
We seemed a bit awkward this morning. I really didn’t understand why, but as we had decided the day before we headed off to the barber shop. It wasn’t very crowded and we both got the same barber we had the week prior. My barber said "Back for more?" I smiled "Yeah I really liked the feel of the shaved sides and back and wanted you to do it again." He said "You want me to go higher up?" I said "sure why not!" I snipped a little off the top, then used clippers on the sides and back to remove the weeks worth of hair…. I could definitely feel he went higher up. Then he applied the hot lather. There was that scraping sound again! OMG I was in heaven. Completely lost in the sound and feel of the straight razor on my scalp. Then he wrapped a warm towel around my head and massaged my scalp and shoulders. This was something completely new! I had a raging issue under the cape as I was enjoying all of it way too much! I got out of the chair when he was done. I was surprised to see that Steve had a crew cut with freshly shaved sides and back. It was the shortest I had ever seen his hair, but I absolutely loved it on him. I came over and didn’t even ask. I rubbed the back then the soft velvety top. Wow that is so cool Steve. He then turned and rubbed the back of my head. I felt his hand grip my neck. He pulled me to him and kissed me right in the middle of the barber shop! I was stunned! I had never kissed anyone!
We left the shop. I was having all new feelings. Steve grabbed my hand and held it. We didn’t speak for several minutes as I was processing what just happened. I wasn’t mad, in fact I was in heaven. I finally found some words "Ummm Steve, why did you kiss me?" Steve blushed "You really don’t know do you Tyler?" I looked confused "No Steve I really don’t." Steve knew I was not social at all. He knew all about me. He looked me in the eye, his hand on the back of my shaved head, rubbed softly and said "I am in love with you. I always have been. I never wanted to ruin our friendship." I grabbed him and kissed him again. This time with more passion. "Steve I have had these feelings for you too. I just didn’t know what they were. Now I do and I like it a lot!" He replies "Tyler you are so weird! That is what I love about you! You have no clue about so many things yet you are the smartest person ever!"
Steve and I started to date and were exclusive with each other. We went to the barber shop together every week. I ended up getting a crew cut too and Steve and I had the same haircut. High shaved sides and back with a #2 on top. This went on all through college. Steve go tried out for some major league teams but during one of the try outs he blew out his elbow and his baseball career was over. I had a research job for a think tank. I was still a nerd I just had really sexy hair and a smoking hot bf.
One day after work I came home and Steve was smiling at me. It was four years since we had become official. I had been so busy at work I hadn’t even realized it had been two weeks since I got a haircut. Steve took me into the bed room and I was surprised to see a chair, clippers, and a razor on a small table next to the chair. I looked at him "What’s this?" He said "I want to start cutting your hair. Well actually I want to shave your head bald. Then I want you to shave my head bald." I immediately became aroused. He adds "and I want to do it naked. I know you get aroused under that cape every time we go to the barber shop." I blush "yeah I do, but we never talked about it, do you?" He says "yes and I have very dirty thoughts about you during the entire cut." I giggle and look at the tools on the table "well I guess I need to get out of these clothes then." Steve strips with me. We are both completely naked. I take a seat and he start massaging my scalp and shoulders and gets the exact reaction he is looking for. He takes the clippers and places them on the middle of my forehead and slides them straight back. Leaving a bald path down the middle of my head. He repeats this over and over again until I am clippered down to the scalp. He then massages lather on my head. Slowly shaves it smooth. The feelings are too intense and I lose it right in the chair with out even touching down there! Steve gasps at the scene loving every second of it. I feel his hands on my smooth bald head and cant get enough of him touching it. I return the favor and he has the exact same reaction.
Steve and I got married a year later. We went from weekly trips to the barber shop to shaving eachother bald every night. Something to this day we never get tired of. We have made it part of our passion and something that stimulates every never in our bodies. The end!

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