Silver Anniversary Surprise by Manny

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"Your secret's been revealed, Matt!" Jimmy exclaimed. His piercing blue eyes sparkled. "Bart told me you're the one who gave him that fantastic haircut!"

I blushed at the praise. "Developed over four years of being the college dorm barber and giving even more haircuts in graduate school," I explained.

"Any chance I could convince you to give me a trim?" Jimmy asked, mopping his lush forelock back from his face. "It's a special date night. I'm taking Beth out to a fancy restaurant for our 25th wedding anniversary."

The fact of the matter was that I had wanted to take my shears to Jimmy's hair from the moment I had set eyes on him. He had great hair! Thick, shiny, full of body and horribly overgrown. There were some grey streaks on top that made him look bit distinguished.

Jimmy was no spring chicken, and his age was just beginning to show -- small wrinkles around the eyes. Mid-50s had been my guess, which meshed with a silver wedding anniversary.

When I sat behind him in faculty meetings, I fantasized about cutting Jimmy's hair. Lopping off the lush locks that dangled from his nape and covered his collar. Nudging his head forward and taking a clippers up the back. You name it! He got everything from a trim to a complete head-shave in my fantasy barbershop. The boring meetings were a source of great fun for me when I sat behind Jimmy.

And, now, here he was, actually asking me to cut his hair! But, I decided to play it cool.

"You mean today?" I asked.

"If you could. Beth is always after me about looking sloppy -- especially my hair. She can't stand the baggy tee-shirts and cargo pants I prefer. And, she thinks older men need short haircuts. Unfortunately, I like my hair long. Longer hair makes me feel young," Jimmy confessed, running his fingers through his abundant mane.

"Twenty-fifth...that's silver, right? I bet you got her some nice jewelry," I said.

Jimmy shuffled a bit nervously. "Uh, actually, I thought taking her out to dinner was enough of a celebration," Jimmy replied. "You think I should have bought her a gift too?"

"You numb-skull! Of course!" I exclaimed.

Then, I brought the focus and conversation back to his long hair.

"Listen, I won't trim your hair. But, I will cut it. SHORT! It'll be a surprise for Beth," I said.

"Cut it?" Jimmy stammered. "Nah, all I want is a trim..."

"Well, I hope you have a nice anniversary dinner," I said casually, turning to walk away.

"Wait!" Jimmy called out.

I turned back.

"How short?" he asked.

"Come on, buddy. Let's take care of this mop," I said, leading him by the arm. "Beth will be thrilled, and I dare say you'll end up appreciating the short crop too. Old men with long, graying hair are turn-offs...."

Jimmy was not happy about anything I was saying or suggesting. He shuffled slowly as I ushered him toward my car.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Jimmy asked, once the car door was closed. "I'm pretty nervous about this."

"I would rather you didn't. All that smoking isn't good for you," I stated. "The smell in your hair gets very stale too. Another reason for the big chop!"

"You're out to reform me, Matt," Jimmy said with a pout to his voice. "Buy Beth a gift, cut my hair, stop smoking....anything else?"

I felt a bit of a sting in his rebuke.

"Sorry, buddy. It's just that I like you. And I like Beth too," I said. "Maybe this isn't a good idea after all. You're making me sound like some sort of a nag.... I can drive you home instead. What do you say?"

We waited at the light for a bit.

Jimmy pulled down the visor and looked at his hair. He pushed it around a bit.

"Nope, let's stick with the plan. Matt's Barber Shop. It's the right thing to do," he said in a resigned tone with a nervous half-smile.

"I'm going to use the clippers on your mop," I warned.

Jimmy's hand moved nervously about and he popped an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He took a few dry drags to ease his nerves.

"Go ahead and smoke it," I relented.

He smiled broadly as the lighter flashed. Instantly, the car was enveloped in smoke and I opened my window.

Jimmy's hair flew about wildly. He tried to keep it under control with his other hand.

"Clippers, you said?" he inquired. "Well, perhaps, I suppose, I might like the result...."

I had Jimmy take a seat on a kitchen chair. I began brushing his thick hair. It was so soft and shiny. It completely covered his ears and hung past the base of his collar. I brushed the forelock. A good 6-7 inches!

"How about I wash your hair first, so it's nice and clean for your date this evening?" I asked.

"Get that awful smell of smoke out?" Jimmy laughed. "It is an ugly habit. I should quit...."

I led him to the sink and ran the water until it was temperate.

"Here, let's take off your shirt, Jimmy," I said reaching for his buttons.

He had a wonderfully furry chest that was also streaked with gray. For someone in his mid-50s, Jimmy was certainly buff. No hint of a beer belly, although he was quite a boozer.

I leaned him over the sink and guided the mass of thick hair into the stream of warm water.

"You all right?" I asked as I plied his hair with shampoo.

"Can't say this is exactly comfortable," Jimmy replied in a muffled tone.

Lathering up the thick mane was so enjoyable. Making him stay bent over, feeling uncomfortable, also gave me a bit of inexplainable satisfaction. I took my time as I washed out the dust and smoke from his hair.

"There, you can stand back up now," I said once his hair had been thoroughly rinse and felt squeaky clean.

Jimmy was quite compliant as I took the towel to his hair and then as I dried off his shapely torso. The towel absorbed the moisture from his chest hair that had gotten wet in the process. Shortly it would be under the cape.

The masses of wet locks framing his face looked very sexy.

"Okay, over to the chair!" I prompted him.

I sorely wanted to give his tight ass a small swat with my hand as he ambled to the chair, but refrained.

I cast a royal blue cape with white piping around him. Jimmy looked miserable as I began the task of combing through the wet tangles.

"I should just scissors this all off," I commented, off the cuff.

Jimmy sat still and submissive.

"Maybe there would be time after the haircut to buy Beth a gift. What would you recommend?" he asked.

"I saw some gorgeous turquoise jewelry set in silver at a shop in that new hotel in town. It was stunning," I suggested.

"Really? Do you have time to take me there afterwards?" he asked.

"If you're still on speaking terms with me, I will," I joked, reaching for the scissors.

I combed the bangs straight down and primed the shears.

"Not too short," he reminded me (to no avail).

I took the scissors above his brow. A full inch above the top of his brow and began snipping.

SNIP, SNIP, SNIP! Long clumps of wet hair pile up on the cape. SNIP, SNIP, SNIP. More hair fell away, much to Jimmy's chagrin.

His bangs were short and tidy -- straight across.

Then I combed them up, perpendicular to the hair line and snipped off another quarter inch, giving them a bit of an uneven, jagged look. They fell in short tufts near the center of his forehead. Disheveled in a sexy way.

"Now to take the length off the back," I commented.

The shears were right at the nape.

SNIP, SNIP, SNIP. Long clumps of wet hair fell to the kitchen floor.

Jimmy glanced down at the collected piles with a mournful look of disbelief.

I snipped across the back and then up and around the ear.

"I hope you know what you're doing," he muttered nervously as he watched lots of hair fall.

In the few minutes he'd been caped, so much hair had come off!

I began to reduce the length all over with the scissors, holding a captive lock and then snipping it to no more than two inches in length. Thanks to Jimmy's thick, wavy hair it transformed nicely into a choppy bedhead-type look. Short, tousled and untidy.

"I'm not finished, but I'll let you see how the shorter look is very becoming to you, Jimmy," I said.

I handed him a mirror. He smiled and felt the length behind.

"Wow! You do have talent! I think you took ten-years off my looks, Matt!" he gushed.

Then, I took the blow dryer and with a brush gave him a more sophisticated, stylized coif.

"How is this?" I asked.

"Whoa! Beth won't be able to keep her hands off me," Jimmy beamed. "I like it!"

I picked up the clippers.

His face instantly clouded over.

"You're just going to have to trust me," I smiled. "I warned you it was going to be short and that I was going to use the clippers!"

I pushed his head down as the machine roared to life.

"Go easy with those, please!" he moaned.

Jimmy was heading towards a very aggressively short taper!

I plowed the clippers right up the back, tight to the scalp. The remnants of his thick, soft hair fell away in sheaves. Shorter and shorter and shorter I tapered him up the back. I couldn't stop myself!

"I hope you like crewcuts," I said, as I began tackling the side.

"You have got to be joking!" he whined.

"I guarantee you will feel like a new man with a sexy, clipped head," I said to reassure him.

The rest of the haircut transpired in silence. I took the top down to a very short length using clipper-over-comb.

The final flourish was to snip the short bangs off right near the hairline.

"There!" I announced.

A good 97% of his hair was on the cape or kitchen floor.

I handed him the mirror.

His eyes blinked in disbelief. His lip trembled. He sat silent, with a stunned gaze, looking in the mirror.

"I'm almost bald," he finally murmured.

I felt bad for Jimmy. He truly was not taking his new short crop well.

To his dismay, there was nothing to be done about it. I took off the cape.

He actually looked small and juvenile. Almost boyish with his crewcut.

I fondled the brush top and said, "It's just a matter of getting used to -- the new length will grow on you. I promise, Jimmy."

He stood up. He was in the middle of mounds of cut hair all over the kitchen floor.

"Come on back to the bedroom. I think I have a shirt that Beth will like," I said, trying to distract him.

The shirt was a trendy top that was tailored and worn untucked. It was a bit small for me, but I thought it would fit Jimmy perfectly.

"Could I hop in the shower for a bit and get cleaned up for tonight?" Jimmy asked.

I welcomed him to whatever he needed and showed him where the clean towels were. Jimmy kept looking at himself in the mirror.

Finally, he said, "I think it was just the shock seeing my hair so short." He fiddled with the micro-fringe. "Nothing in my face. Beth will like that. She's always complaining she can't see my eyes. Nagging that I'm hiding my best feature."

"They are very beautiful, that blue color," I noted. "Sparkling, piercing and totally the center of attention now that the shag is on my kitchen floor."

Jimmy dropped his pants and shorts. He stood like a nude Greek god before me. He had furry legs to match his furry chest. His penis lay magnificently in a glossy nest of pubic grass.

He saw me eyeing him. "Too bad we don't have more time. I think there's a lot more overgrowth that needs tending."

His eyes twinkled as he toyed with me.

"Any college experience with manscaping? Those clippers could take care of this," he said as his hand moved down his chest, over his genitalia and to his thigh.

"Get in the shower, buddy!" I laughed. "You're wasting my hot water!"

From inside the steamy box he called out, "Throw away the pack of cigarettes in my shirt pocket! I'm quitting that nasty habit on your advice -- cold stop."

While he showered, I tidied up the kitchen.

I absolutely loved sweeping up the vast amount of cut hair. Three huge dustpans full were dumped into the trash. Lovely, shiny hair. On top of it lay the discarded pack of cigarettes.

I folded up the cape and put the barber kit away.

"Do you have any cologne I can use, Matt?" Jimmy called out from the bathroom.

"In the medicine cabinet above the sink," I answered back.

"Come help me," he insisted.

Matt stood, buck naked, as I entered the bathroom. Was he coming on to me or still toying with me? I couldn't tell.

"Is this the way my hair should be?" he asked.

"I think that's the only way it can be!" I laughed. "It's so short."

I felt bad. I needed to apologize.

"I'm sorry about the ultra-short haircut, buddy. I got too carried away," I said as I reached up to try arranging the fringe a bit to the side.

He was passive as I stood close to his naked body and seemed to enjoy my fussing over him.

"That's all right," he said, looking up at me tenderly. "I needed a change....and the crop is starting to grow on me."

I smiled warmly. "I knew it would...."

"You think you might tidy me up down here for my big date night?" he asked, fondling his pubic hair.

I gulped. "I'm afraid the hotel shop will be closed if we delay. You need to get Beth that jewelry."

I dabbed some cologne on him and them helped him into my shirt.

His hands got twitchy as I buttoned him up the front.

"Where are my....?" Jimmy started.

"...cigarettes? In the kitchen waste can," I laughed.

"Too many changes at once is bad thing," he replied cheerfully, with no shame that he'd already weaseled out of his determination to quit smoking.

I watched him reach into the kitchen waste bin.

"HOLY CRAP! That is a lot of hair in there!!" he exclaimed.

To prove his point, he pulled out a massive handful and held it up.

"Glad you took the initiative to put an end to this!" he laughed before tossing it back in the trash. "You know, I like the way this short haircut looks and feels. Beth will too, I am absolutely sure."

"How much are you willing to shell out for the jewelry?" I asked as we headed to the car.

"What do you recommend?" Jimmy asked.

"Uh, how about $250 since it's your 25th. That's a lot of time to put up with you and your filthy smoking habit, buddy!" I laughed. "Beth is a saint."

"You're a nag, but I like you," he replied, putting his hand on my leg and stroking it tenderly. "And I want you to be my regular barber. Oh, and just so we keep things the way they are, you keep cutting my hair any way you like."

Did he like putting himself at my disposal, for my enjoyment? It was beginning to seem that way....

"Barber's choice! I love it!" I exclaimed.

"And, I want you to become my manscaper too," he snickered as he lit a cigarette.

Then Jimmy blew some rings of smoke in my direction, "You're a demon when you fire up the clippers, Matt...so manly with that pulsating device in your hand."

He chuckled again. He enjoyed teasing me....

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