Jacob by Eboy999

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Hey folks. I haven't written in a while, and still exploring my style since writing is new to me. Constructive comments welcome.

Jacob

Jacob sat on the wooden chair in front of the full-length mirror, the setting sun streaming through his bedroom window. The golden light accentuated the smooth planes of his young, handsome face, illuminating the golden streaks in his lustrous thick and shiny brown hair. Hair that was the envy of many; the crowning glory of Jacob, a young man who was the object of desire to many guys and girls, to those who knew him and those who only hoped to know him.

His trademark glorious hair, so shiny, soft and thick, had grown to hang softly in his eyes, covering his delicate ears and his tan, masculine, muscled neck.
Jacob sat in his chair, naked, and looked closely at himself, especially his hair that he loved and pampered so much. His eye drifted down to his cock, so hard and pressing against his belly, a sign of his extreme state of arousal. Then he caught sight of what was in his left hand. Clippers. Heavy, powerful hair clippers, capable of quickly dispatching any hair that should meet their hungry teeth. Capable of stripping away Jacob’s hair. All of it, or pretty close to all. And that was what was going to happen. Now.

Jacob had dreamed, obsessed, and endlessly masturbated about this moment for the better part of a decade. Since that day with Tommy.

Tommy, his wonderful friend, his first love before he even understood that he was gay. Tommy, the sweet boy who over time had grown into a lanky, smoothly muscled teen with boy-band good looks, his pale blue eyes, pouty lips and sharp features that were heightened by his hair. Glorious, sunshine blond hair, long, shiny and full. The bangs that tickled his eyelashes until he brushed them away, again and again. Luxurious, straight blond hair that covered his ears, and his neck, brushing his shoulders. Until that day. That one, fateful day.

Jacob had shown up at Tommy’s house that early June afternoon, as always, as soon as his chores were done. The summer stretched out before them, and they spent every free moment together. But this day, something different happened. Tommy surprised Jacob, saying that his mom had given him money for a haircut. He was supposed to get a "summer haircut" to help with the treacherous heat that had already developed by June; sticky, heavy summer heat, and, more importantly, to please his father. Tommy was nervous about it. "I hate the idea," Tommy said, "of losing all this," running a hand through his thick blond locks. "But mom says if I don’t cut it off, my father won’t let me be on the swim team. To be fair, he’s actually a really good father and most of the time fairly cool, but this is one thing he just won’t let go of for some reason." Tommy loved to swim, but the chlorine did require him to spend a lot more time caring for his hair, which his father thought was vain and a waste of time. "You know how much I love my hair. I’m really nervous about it. Like, super nervous. Do you think you could come with me to the barber shop? You know, for like moral support or something?" The words he intended to say caught in Jacob’s throat, and he swallowed hard at the thought of watching Tommy get all that hair, the beautiful blond mop that Jacob was now realizing was an object of his own desire, cut off. All of it cut off. Short. Very, very, short. Jacob mumbled his consent, and off the went on their bikes to the only men’s barbershop in town, Mike’s.

They rode slowly through the tree-lined lanes of town in the baking sun, taking their time to avoid the inevitable, but eventually arriving at Mike’s. They parked their bikes at the rack outside, noticing that it was already quite full. It seemed that Tommy’s dad was not the only parent to have the idea of having their son get a short summer haircut, for when they entered the shop, the bell of the door signaling their arrival, they saw three boys from school already in the waiting area chairs, looking somewhat miserable. Two other boys were already in the barber chairs. One, a year younger than them that Jacob knew from Math Club, was being tidied with a talc-laden brush. He had clearly lost a ton of hair, for the cape and floor were filled with thick locks of dark red curls. Only about a quarter of an inch of hair remained on the boy’s head, his pale white scalp showing where his thick red hair had been only moments before, a contrast to the tanned skin of his face and neck. The boy looked in shock, blinking, at the reflection of the stranger in the mirror. The barber removed the cape with a flourish, sending the boy’s lap-full of thick red locks to the floor of the shop. The boy hung his head and meekly slid out of the chair, heading over to the counter to pay for his butchering.

The barber motioned for the next boy to take the chair. Jacob knew this boy well. Tony played on the baseball team with Tommy. Jacob had found himself watching Tony positioned at first base more than once, noticing his tight body, dark eyes and thick, shaggy, unruly dark hair that glinted in the spring sunshine. Tony had classically handsome Italian features, and the girls (plus a couple of guys) hung on his every word, laughed at his stupid jokes, and followed him around like puppy dogs. He was without a doubt one of the most popular guys in school. To see him march, grimly, to sit in the barber’s chair made Jacob feel something he was not used to, a butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling. The barber caped him up, and Tony pointed to a poster of old-fashioned haircuts on the wall, saying something to the barber that Jacob couldn’t make out. The barber nodded and selected a set of heavy-looking black clippers from one of the hooks below the mirror.

He didn’t waste any time pushing Tony’s head down and plunging the clippers into the hair at the nape, pushing up relentlessly to the crown before pulling back, sending thick black shiny locks to the floor. Jacob was surprised to see this happening in front of him and found himself grateful to bear witness to this, which was obviously going to be a severely short haircut for the shaggy, handsome Tony. The barber continued his relentless attack on Tony’s locks, quickly stripping the back of his head to stubble. He clamped his hand on Tony’s head, firmly positioning it, and started stripping away the thick hair on the sides. Tony watched intently in the mirror, seeing his glory falling in thick heavy clumps into the cape covering his lap.

When the sides were finished, the barber turned away momentarily to fit a different guide on the clippers. He grabbed the bangs hanging over Tony’s forehead, lifting them, and started plowing straight back from the hairline. Several of inches of hair slid slowly away, leaving a thick ½ inch pelt that was now forming where long locks had been. Jacob watched with great attentiveness at the transformation taking place.

He noticed that Tommy’s right knee, slightly brushing his own leg, bobbed nervously. He saw Tommy swallow hard, watching intently at the relentless divestiture of Tony’s shiny dark hair. The barber worked efficiently, and within moments all of Tony’s long hair now rested in his lap and across the floor. Tony nodded, solemnly, and flinched a little when the barber removed the cape, sending mounds of dark hair to the floor. Tony stood, adjusting his pants, and strode to the counter to pay.

"You’re next," the barber said, looking straight at Jacob. "Oh, no sir. I’m just here with my friend Tommy," he said, gesturing to his friend. "I’m not getting a haircut today, " he said nervously, running a hand through his own shaggy brown hair.

"Very well then. You," he said pointing at Tommy, "are next. Come have a seat." Tommy looked Jacob in the eye, clearly extremely nervous and slightly panicked, shaking slightly and searching Jacob’s face for something, some kind of encouragement or strength. Jacob met his gaze, put a hand on Tommy’s knee, and nodded, silently signaling "you got this." Tommy swallowed hard, his face flushed pink, and stood. He hesitated slightly, then began what felt like a very long walk to the barber chair, all gleaming chrome and red leather, that awaited.

"What are we doing today, young man?" the barber asked, affixing a pinstriped cape around Tommy’s neck. What came next was unfathomable to Jacob, for what he heard Tommy say was "cut it just like Tony’s."

Jacob’s pulse raced, his face flushed, his stomach did somersaults. He found himself nervous for his friend but also aroused in a way he had never before felt. He watched in breathless anticipation as the barber took up the clippers, and gently but firmly pushed Tommy’s head down until his chin touched his chest. Jacob watched intently as the barber lifted the thick blond locks covering Tommy’s neck, placed the whirring clippers against the nape of his neck, and started the relentless march up the back of his skull, thick clumps of Tommy’s glorious, shiny blond hair began to tumble to the floor. The barber continued to strip the beautiful blond hair from the back of Tommy’s head, not pausing, until all that was left was blond stubble that was almost invisible due to the light color of the hair against his flesh.

Tommy’s face was unreadable as the barber tipped his head up, so he was now looking in the mirror as the barber positioned the clippers at his left sideburn and plowed straight up, removing inches of blond that tumbled onto his shoulder. The barber used the clippers to expose Tommy’s ear, which hadn’t seen the light of day in many years. Jacob realized that he hadn’t really even known what Tommy’s ears looked like before, but of course, they were perfect and beautiful. How could they be anything else, being part of Tommy.

The barber continued his relentless attack, the clippers moving effortlessly though the bulky shag of Tommy’s hair, clearing the sides of his head, leaving devastation in their path.
It was time, now. Jacob could tell that Tommy was struggling to keep his face in check, trying to be stoic and not shed a tear when the barber took hold of the thick hank of blond bangs and steadied the clippers against his hairline, pausing only momentarily before plunging them back, smoothly removing a handful of bangs, leaving a mere half an inch of plush blond bristles. The barber held them for a second, then released them so they fell past Tommy’s eyes. Jacob noticed Tommy’s eye twitched, and his lip quivered, but the casual observer would not have noticed anything. They would have just seen a very handsome young man being stripped of a gorgeous mane of shimmering blonde hair, maybe feeling a little sorry for him.

Jacob had to cover his lap with a magazine he had taken from a side table, because anyone who might have looked would have seen the bulge of his cock straining against the cloth of his shorts. He dared not look but hoped that he hadn’t developed a wet spot that would be noticeable. His heart fluttered, his face hot and undoubtedly bright red, as the last of Tommy’s beautiful hair fell. His Tommy (for that is the way Jacob thought of him) now looked so different. Vulnerable, but also strong. As much as Jacob loved Tommy’s hair, he found he also liked this new look. Not less beautiful. Just beautiful in a new, masculine way.

As they left the shop, blinking in the blazing sun, Jacob couldn’t help staring at Tommy. "So, tell me the truth, how bad is it?" asked Tommy. "It’s not bad, Tommy. It’s not bad at all. In fact, it’s kind of…very, urm . . . handsome?" Jacob blushed and stammered.Tommy couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. "Go ahead," Tommy said. "I know you’re dying to. Touch it. Give it a good rub."
Jacob reached over and did just that. The soft, velvety hair on top glinted in the afternoon light, and felt so different than the bristly sides and back. He couldn’t help it; he was getting hard again feeling Tommy’s newly shorn head. Tommy closed his eyes, and a smile played on his lips at the feel of Jacob’s hands exploring his scalp. He couldn’t help but notice that Tommy had a tent growing in his shorts as well.

They went home and talked for hours, for that was the day when Jacob came out to Tommy and expressed his feelings for his beautiful friend, his best friend in the whole world, that he hoped against hope could be something more. And Jacob was astonished and felt truly blessed when Tommy confessed that he felt the same way about Jacob. That was the day when they shared their first kiss; the first of many.

Jacob’s mind snapped back to the present. That was years ago; Tommy had moved far away to play baseball for a big mid-western college. They had kept in touch and remained friends, but it wasn’t the same somehow. The distance had changed things. But Jacob had never forgotten the way he felt and had never let go of the idea of experiencing what Tommy did that day. A total transformation. To have his own, cherished shimmering mane stripped away, to reveal something previously unseen, to experience something never before felt.

Jacob took a moment to position his phone atop the mirror. He wanted to preserve this moment, this very special moment in time, with a video he could revisit whenever he wanted. Returning to the chair, his face was flushed, his cock throbbing, his hand shaking as he ran it through his glorious thick brown mop one last time. He flicked the lever, and the clippers sprang to life, the Osters whirring with the trademark, motor-driven sound, so different and distinctive from other types of clippers. The same kind of clippers the barber had used on Tommy that remarkable day, so many years ago.
His heart raced as he bent his head down, looking sideways so he could see himself in the mirror. He wanted to experience this in the same order and way that Tommy had. The Osters were fitted with a #2 blade, which would leave only an eighth of an inch of hair. The idea of that was so thrilling and also so terrifying at the same time. But the time for waiting was over. This was his fantasy, finally going to come true.

He gulped and positioned the clippers at the nape of his neck. Swallowing hard, he started the clippers up the back of his head. His long soft hair started to slide down, tickling his hand and neck as the first pass left a swatch of stubble in their path. The sensation was indescribable, the most erotic sensation that Jacob had ever felt. The whir of the clippers became a lover’s moan, the blades a thousand loving fingers paying homage to their love for his hair and their joy at removing it. He had started this; there was no stopping now. He started another path up the back of his head, and another, clearing the soft shiny hair and revealing scalp that had never seen sunlight. Before he could even register it, the back of his head was now shorn of all but stubble. Jacob took a moment to pause and feel what he had done, marveling that he had finally found the courage to do what he had dreamed of for so long.

He sat up straight and looked at himself in the mirror. From the front, he could not see the devastation that he had done to the back of his head. But that was about to change. He positioned the clippers below his left sideburn, and pushed slowly up, removing it. The pitch of the clippers changed almost imperceptibly as they bit into the thicker hair in front of his ear, and he moved them up and around his ear. His thick shiny hair slid away, revealing his ear. He had not seen his ear like that in a long time, longer than he could remember, it seemed. He decided that he liked the way it looked.

Jacob kept the clippers moving, removing all the hair from the left side of his head, changing the shape of his head now that it was not obscured by hair. He thought about how long it would take to grow his hair back. A long, long time. That excited him but also terrified him. This was, if not a permanent decision, a long-lasting one. One that the whole world would see. One that he would have to explain, somehow. He realized that he hadn’t thought of what he was going to tell people and started to breathe fast and hard as he panicked at the thought.

Nevertheless, he had no choice but to proceed, to keep pushing through his fear to realize his fantasy. He proceeded to buzz the right size, still surprised by the amount of hair coming off, covering his shoulders, sliding smoothly down his chest and landing around his rock-hard cock. When the right side was cleared, he paused, shut the clippers off, and set them down. He took some time to explore his newly short scalp with his hand, and to fondle thick locks of cut hair that had landed on his body. Taking his cock in his hand, he started stroking softly, gently, watching his half-shorn head in the mirror. This was the most exciting thing he had ever done. And it wasn’t done yet; the best part was still coming.

He stroked himself, a whirlwind of mixed emotions filling him, his touch feeling electric, stopping just barely short of orgasm, for he was saving that for the end.

Jacob put the #4 guard on the clippers, a prelude to the final act. Flicking the switch, the Osters whirred back to life. This was the part he had fantasized about the most. He slid his fingers into his shaggy bangs, pushing them back for what would be the last time in a very, very long time. He positioned the clippers, pausing to take a good look at himself before taking this final, momentous step. Then he did it. He pushed the clippers into his hairline, separating his thick bangs. The silky hair came free in his fingers. The feeling was incredible, jubilant, horrifying. He looked at the hand filled with his precious hair, then let it slowly spill past his eyes, dropping his bangs heavily into his lap. The thrill was nearly unbearable.

He continued the dance, the clippers clearing his scalp, thick hanks rolling off his head in shining brown waves. Before he could fully comprehend, it was done. His long shaggy hair was no more. He was now a buzz cut boy. Or should he say man? For his pretty-boy looks had been transformed into something different, something more: a masculine, handsome man. The transformation he had longed for, dreamed of, masturbated about was now complete.

Jacob set the clippers down, and rubbed his hands all over his head, feeling amazing sensations he had never before experienced. He took up his turgid, throbbing cock, stroking slowly, entranced by the new man facing him in the mirror. He grabbed a fistful of his shorn hair in one hand, marveling that it had been his glory, and now was a mass of thick, soft silk in his hand. The experience was unreal. He kept stroking, harder, faster. He thought of Tommy, wondered if this was how he felt when he was transformed all those years ago. Before long he could take no more. His body shuddered, his eyes rolled back and his hips bucked as cum shot from his cock in a quantity and with a velocity he had never before experienced. The pumping of his loins seemed to go on and on, as he felt his balls draining until they were totally empty and there was nothing more to pump.

Eventually his breathing slowed, and the headiness of the moment started to recede. In the afterglow of this once-in-a-lifetime experience, he had an idea. An idea that made him nervous, but also brought a smirk to his face.

Grabbing the phone from its perch on the mirror, he checked to see how the video turned out. It was better than he had even hoped for. The lighting was beautiful, and he thought, so was this experience he had captured. And so, in a modest way, was he.

He attached the file to a new email and wrote simply "thinking of you." He chose an address from his contact and hit send.

To Tommy.

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