Matt Takes Charge by Mario

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Matt Takes Charge by Mario

Paul looked in the mirror and sighed. His hair was too long, way past his ears and collar. He normally went to the salon about every 8 weeks and Brenda, his stylist, kept it looking neat, fine tuning and trimming his hair when it got too shaggy. Paul called the salon to make an appointment and learned that Brenda was out on leave, indefinitely. The receptionist asked him if he wanted to make an appointment with another stylist, but Paul said he’d call back.

What to do?

In spite of doing a good job on Paul’s hair, Brenda wouldn’t touch his full beard, saying that she didn’t do "that sort of thing," whatever that meant. Paul did a lousy job keeping his beard under control on his own, so a few months back Paul scoured Yelp to check reviews, and finally got the nerve to go to Matt’s Barbershop in a small town nearby. Matt, the barber/owner had no problem trimming his beard into shape and keeping the edges under control. Matt’s was an old-fashioned shop where the customers got clipper cuts and talked sports. Matt had never pressured Paul to let him cut his hair, and was even generous enough to shave his neck after trimming his beard, getting rid of all the little hairs that Brenda also didn’t do. Even though Paul suspected Matt knew he was gay (they talked about his bonsai classes and Paul’s pottery classes instead of sports), he never gave off homophobic vibes and Paul was as comfortable with Matt as Matt seemed to be with Paul.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d let Matt cut his hair. He’d been fantasizing about that since the first time he went to Matt’s shop. First of all, Matt was adorable and Paul had a crush on him. Also, having a real barber cut his hair rather than a stylist was something Paul hadn’t done since he was a kid, but he always thought about it, never summoning up the nerve. The whole idea sent a thrill right to Paul’s lower regions. It was risky, sure, but it was exciting to think about. Paul was very vain about his chestnut brown hair that had just the hint of a wave, but he decided he was going to try it. It would be a lot more convenient, a lot cheaper, and, he had to admit to himself, a turn on. He was afraid of what the result might be, but maybe that was part of the thrill. Paul decided to go at the end of the day when the shop would be empty and Paul would probably be the last customer. Paul could tell Matt what he wanted in detail, and hopefully Matt would take the time to cut his hair and beard like Paul wanted. And the longer Paul was in the chair, the more he liked it.

The next day, before he could lose his nerve, Paul waited until shortly before what he knew was closing time and went to Matt’s shop. He was just finishing up with someone in the chair, actually shaving the sides of the guy’s head �" Yikes! - and no one else was waiting. Matt smiled at Paul and nodded a greeting. When he finished the customer’s severely short haircut, he motioned Paul to the chair and he went to the door, turning the lock, flipping the "open" sign to "closed," and pulling down the shade - exactly what Paul hoped would happen.

Matt put the cape on Paul and asked "Just the beard like usual?" Then he added with a laugh, "You know, you’re looking shaggier than usual."

"Yeah, I know," Paul said. "Uh, I thought maybe you could cut my hair as well as trim my beard? Listen, no offense, but I don’t want a short clipper cut," he added quickly. "I know that’s what you mostly do, but what I want is just a trim. Can you do that? No clippers?"

Matt hesitated a long time. Then he locked eyes with Paul in the mirror. "Ah, sure," he said slowly. "I can do that. To be honest, I’ve been hoping you’d let me cut your hair one of these days. The thing is, Paul, well, I want to cut it the way I want to cut it."

Paul laughed nervously and began to think that this was a bad idea. "I just want a trim. Don’t I have any say in the matter?" And then he added, "Maybe this is a mistake."

Matt walked around the chair to face Paul. He took a deep breath and leaned in, a hand on each side of the chair, blocking Paul in. "Hey," he said. "You are a super good-looking guy. Let me do this. Please. Your hair…man, it’s just all wrong. C’mon, give me a shot. You like the way I do your beard, right? Trust me to do a good job on your hair, too."

Matt paused, and then leaned in even closer. "Listen, I’m not going to blow this chance. I want you happy, I want you handsome and, well, truth be told, I just plain want you." He stood up and raised an eyebrow, waiting for Paul to comment.

"Whoa!" Paul thought. "Unexpected, but … wow!" Paul had always thought that Matt was a very handsome guy, with brilliant blue eyes, a deep, resonant voice, and muscles bulging under the black t-shirt he always wore. The thought of something happening between the two of them was thrilling, something Paul hadn’t imagined was even possible. He didn’t realize that Matt was gay. He thought he was just a tolerant, accepting kind of guy. His heart jumped and his jeans suddenly felt tight.

Paul smiled. "Well … ah… ok then." He may have sounded easy and cavalier, but he was terrified. "What do you have in mind?"

"Oh no," Matt smiled broadly at Paul as he turned the chair around so Paul couldn’t see what was about to happen. "I told you, barber’s choice. But really, you are going to look so, so hot! It might be different than you’re used to �" well, it will be different than you’re used to - but it’s going to rock."

Paul’s face must have shown how nervous he was because Matt said, "Relax, Paul, I’ve got this. I’m telling you it’s going to look great and it’ll be sexy as hell. And when we’re done here, well, who knows what might happen?" He winked at Paul in the mirror.

His words gave Paul another jolt down below and he started to get really hard and excited. Paul gulped and just nodded.

Matt started cutting methodically around Paul’s head with scissors and a comb. Big clumps of hair were cascading onto the cape, freaking Paul out, but he rationalized that it was ok because Matt wasn’t using the clippers. It felt like he was heading towards a short businessman’s cut which he could live with. At least it wasn’t something military! Paul began to drift into a sexy dream with him and Matt going at it.

After the sides had been cut, Matt cut down the top using the same method as he used on the sides, lifting the hair with a comb and then cutting it with the scissors. He worked carefully all over Paul’s head and Paul figured he was about finished. Suddenly, Paul heard Matt fire up the clippers and he tensed. Matt started going over the sides all over again, clipper over comb. He worked especially closely at the back and nape, pushing Paul’s head forward so his chin was resting on the cape.

"Oh no, what’s happening?" Paul thought. "Uh, Matt…" he started, lifting his head but Matt pushed it back down and just kept going. His concentration was intense. Paul’s nerves skyrocketed but he was incredibly hard, and he had to admit it felt pretty good. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, it was downright great!

After finishing up with his head, Matt squeezed Paul’s shoulder and said, "Oh my god, so hot. OK, now the beard."

He leaned the chair back and put a damp towel over Paul’s eyes. Paul felt the clippers go closely all over his face, which was not the norm. Then he worked with another set of clippers at the sides where the beard met his sideburns. He carefully trimmed his mustache, and wrapped a hot towel around his face for a minute or two before he put shaving cream on his cheeks and neck, shaving the outline instead of using clippers which was what he usually did. Lying flat made his erection pretty obvious, but there was nothing he could do. Matt was getting quite the show.

Matt brushed Paul’s ear with his lips and murmured, "Almost finished. You look amazing."

He put the chair upright again, did some fine tuning with scissors and a small clipper around the edges, shaved around Paul’s ears and the back of his neck, and worked some product into Paul’s hair. He stepped back, surveyed his work, another snip here and there and said, "There, done. Just like I pictured it. You look absolutely fantastic."

He smiled broadly at Paul and said, "Are you ready? I am so psyched. I was definitely right. This is the haircut for you. I think you look good enough to … well, hold that thought."

And with that, he spun the chair around and held up a mirror so Paul could see both the back and the front. He looked at Paul in the mirror, watching him closely.

Paul’s mouth dropped open. He was dumbfounded! "A little shorter than usual," Paul said. "My hair is … like … gone!" The back was tightly tapered instead of blocked like he was used to. The sides were tightly tapered too. Paul saw skin until about halfway up, and then it got a little bit longer towards the top, but not long enough to comb. The top was spiky and roughly standing up, without a part. It wasn’t exactly military �" it was too stylish for that �" but it was definitely super short hair. His beard was just stubble on the sides becoming just a tiny bit fuller on the chin and mustache, with a razor sharp outline. There was a higher line at the neck and his cheeks were faded. Paul looked at Matt in the mirror, still agog with incredulity. Matt’s smile faltered.

"You don’t like it?" he asked in a worried voice.

Paul didn’t respond immediately. He ran his hands up the back. He had to admit he loved the feel of the taper. It was a stranger looking back at him in the mirror but that stranger looked…really good. Great, in fact. This haircut made him look younger, trendier and yes, pretty damn hot.

"Wow," Paul said with a smile. "I do like it. I really like it. It’s just a shock, that’s all."

Matt gave a big sigh and the smile returned. "Oh, man, I am so glad. I think it looks awesome, but I was afraid you were going to think it was too short and not see past that. From the very first time I trimmed your beard I thought this was the cut for you. That overgrown businessman’s cut you had was stodgy and boring and didn’t do anything for you. Now your eyes really pop and you can see the shape of your head. And you look younger too."

He carefully removed the cape and the piles of hair on the cape joined all the hair on the floor. Paul got out of the chair.

"Now listen," Matt said. "To keep your hair looking like this you’ll have to come in every 2 or 3 weeks, max. I hope that won’t be a problem. It would appear that you … ah … like being in my chair?" Matt smirked.

Paul was listening to him but kept looking at myself in the mirror and couldn’t keep his hands from feeling the back of his head. Paul finally turned and grinned at Matt. "That won’t be a problem at all. And you’re right. I do like being in your chair. I like it a lot. And if my haircut is any indication of your talents, well, I can’t wait to see how you perform in other areas. After all, promises were made."

Matt threw the cape over the back of the chair and faced Paul. "To be perfectly honest, I have to tell you I’ve fantasized about this. Cutting your hair and, well, spending time with you. I’ve had a crush on you since the first time you came into the shop," he said. "This haircut’s on me, by the way."

Paul put his hands on Matts hips, looked into those baby blues and said, "I have a crush on you, too. And thanks for the free haircut. Will you at least accept a tip?" Paul pulled Matt in close, hesitated for just a moment, and kissed him. And then he kissed him again. And again.

"You know," Matt murmured, catching his breath, "it just so happens I live upstairs,"

"Is that so." Paul said, with a big smile. "How very, very convenient. You see, I had a few more ideas on ways to … uh… tip you."

Matt grinned and grabbed Paul’s hand. "Follow me."

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