Maik: Holiday haircare by GermanCut

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Maik: Holiday Hair Care

(This story belongs to the series "Maik and Tim", but it is not necessary for understanding to read these stories before.)


We rented a caravan at a campsite in a small forest near the beach of the Baltic Sea: our home for the next three weeks. Our son Tim pitches a small tent next to it. He insisted on it because of "privacy". I understand him.
We have a relaxing summer: we explore the surrounding, we swim in the sea and enjoy the sun. In the evenings, Nina and I often go for long walks on the beach, while Tim usually does something with the other young people.
I got my head shaved completely bald together with Tim the day before we started on vacation. Thanks to the sun, after just a few days the tan line on my head disappeared; my bald head has become the same color as my face. Originally, I had planned to let my hair grow back over the vacation and go to work after with something you can call "hairstyle". But my wife Nina liked my new bald look so much that she persuaded me to keep my bald head at least for the whole vacation. Consequently, this means shaving it regularly and facing my colleagues and my boss bald after the vacation. But I'm not thinking about that yet.
So, in the morning I stand in the common washroom with other men in a row in front of the basins where I am the only one who shaves his head clean. That’s a bit weird, but nevertheless I enjoy it to outstand from the crowd. Of course, my morning routine doesn't happen without comments: "Hey, Kojak, you have to polish your head again! It doesn't really shine yet!" Such sayings, with only a few variations. After two days, I really can't laugh about it anymore.
When I enter the washroom on the third morning, I see someone among the men I don't know. I'm sure I haven't met him yet, because he is that kind of man you hardly forget: His muscular arms, pecs and his back are heavily tattooed, the camouflage shorts emphasize his butt and thighs and reveal strong calves. This man doesn't just go to the gym, he seems to live there. But what catches my eye most is the whiteness of the foam on his head, which forms a strong contrast to his deep tan and his dark dense beard. The blade is just making its first path over his head.
I stand next to him, lather my head as well and say to him while running the blade from my forehead over the top of my head: "Now I'm no longer the only one here who shaves his head. I am Maik."
"Torben," says the new man.
"Hello, Torben", I say. With that, the "conversation" is already over.
We both devote ourselves to our shaving in silence. Torben is much quicker than I am.
I talk to him again: "You seem to have a routine. How long have you been shaving your head?"
"Hm, for ten years, for sure," he answers. "And you?"
"Not quite that long", I say. "This bald head is still very young."
"But it looks good, really, bro! Do you want to keep it shaved after the holiday? Many guys only shave their heads at the beginning of their vacation and then let their hair grow back because they don't want to go to work that way. Sissies!"
"I'll probably keep my bald head a little longer. I had long hair until a few days ago, but now I feel good without hair. And my wife likes it like that. But maybe in a few weeks I want to have hair on my head again", I say.
"I bet you won't! Since I first shaved my head, my hair has never been longer than a centimeter. I just can't let them grow any longer; it doesn't work! Nothing beats the feeling when you run the razor blade over your head! Don't say you don't think that's cool, too!"
Just as I'm about to answer, someone passes us on the way to the shower and says: "Well, do you exchange hairstyle tips?"
"Yes!" we say in unison.
"And besides," Torben adds, "we're still two baldies, but be sure, we're getting more!"
Strangely enough, Torben was right. Although no one is bald except for the two of us, (Tim doesn’t count, because he has decided to let his hair grow back), most men have cut their hair short for the holidays. Buzzcuts with one or two centimeters seem to be particularly popular, only a few have dared to make shorter cuts. Our caravan neighbor Dennis has the shortest hairstyle after me: everywhere half a centimeter.
I see Torben more often, not just in the washroom. My first impression of Torben was deceiving. His huge muscles and tattoos could maybe frighten someone, but his mouth, which nearly always smiles, and his vivacious eyes tell the story of a guy, with whom you can have a lot of fun. He is not taciturn at all but talks quite a lot. It seems that he has mastered not only the art of speaking, but also the art of persuasion. He makes fun of persuading others to do something they hadn't thought of before.
I quickly found out that he has set out to convince as many people as possible to get their heads shaved. His statement in the washroom "We are getting more" was not an assumption but the begin of a battle.
"At least ten baldies at this campsite! Ten is the minimum!" he says to me. Torben seems to have made a bet with himself.
I can watch how he handles the battle. His powers of persuasion consist of a strange mixture of subtlety and directness, so his "victim" gets in the mood for a head shave. He first talks extensively about the advantages of baldness and describes then very sensually a single point: for example, the pleasant feeling when you take a head dive into the sea and glide through the water without resistance.
"You can't imagine the feeling when your hair doesn't stick wet to your head, but the water rolls off your bare scalp!" he says, running his fingers over his head several times with relish.
And for the pragmatists, he has the following sentences in store: "You always look well-groomed, you don't have to make sure constantly that your hair is still in place."
He also likes to ask his "victims" to stroke his bald head. Some touch it timidly, others stroke it extensively and with pleasure and theatrical moaning: "Oh, how smooth it feels!" So, they hide that they are really enjoying it very much…
"Maik, you should know about me: I like shaved heads, I like to shave men bald and I’m gay", Torben says to me when we are getting out the water after swimming.
"And you should know about me", I reply in an ironical formal tone, "I like shaved heads, I’ve never shaved another man’s head and I’m married with Nina."
Torben laughs. "Best mates?" I add. Torben answers: "Yes, and I think even best co-workers. I’m sure we’ll work very soon side by side as outdoor barbers. It’s easy to get men in the mood for shaving their heads at such places like campsites. Men on holiday easily go wild. We’ll have much fun!"
Finally, it’s our caravan neighbor Dennis whom Torben persuades first, while we sit in front of his caravan enjoying the evening sun.
"Your wife won't be able to keep her hands off your bald head", he begins. "Especially you tell me something about women!" Dennis replies. "Why not? Do you really think, gay people are so much different from you? I swear that you will both have the hottest sex! Be sure! Just ask Maik!" I must admit that we have already drunk a couple of beers…
The word "sex" just has a strong persuasiveness on Dennis, I notice. But Torben goes on, pointing at Dennis’ head: "What represents this? Pubic hair?" Torben annoys him. "And now feel this!" he continues. Torben and I both bend down and offer Dennis our bald heads to stroke.
Dennis runs one hand over each of our bald skulls. "Oh yes..." we moan in stereo. "Ah, that's good!" sighs Dennis, who can’t take his hands off our heads. Anyone who only hears us could easily believe that we have threesome sex.
Suddenly, Dennis says in a decisive tone: "Okay, let’s do it! Down with the fuzz!"
"Right!" says Torben, "Show to us, that you have balls!
He pulls his hair clippers out of the pocket of his cargo shorts. "I’m prepared", he says, "I knew that a new baldie would be born today."
We don't make a big fuss. Dennis takes off his shirt, and Torben drives the clippers over his head. After a few minutes, Dennis is shorn. He touches his head with his mouth open. "Oh my God, I’m really bald!" he says with a squeaky voice. "No, we are not finished, yet", Torben says. I quickly enter my caravan and fetch the utensils for the shave. Then I take my shirt off. Torben, who is already shirtless, generously spreads foam from the can on Dennis’ skull. Then he let me begin the shaving. I drive the blade in one single move over his head and then continue with the side parts. Under my hands another man’s head goes bald and I feel great. I shave his neck very extensively, more than necessary, because it seems that Dennis enjoys it very much. Finally, I take a cup of water from the bucket near the caravan’s door and pour it over Dennis’ head.
Now it’s Torben’s turn for the final touch. We lather Dennis’ head again and move by move a high glossy polished head appears. Dennis asks if he can touch his head, but Torben advises him to wait for the result.
At the end, Torben grabs the bucket of water and pours twenty liters of water over Dennis. Dennis shakes himself and gasps. "You….!" he begins, but Torben says: "That's good for the pores!"
The new bald Dennis sits in front of us. He is totally wet and his shorts are soaked. Wet and shaved bald to the wood. Humiliated? Torben asks him: "How do you feel?"
"Just awesome," Dennis replies, running his fingers over his freshly shaven head, and just can't get enough.
"Stop it, and let your wife continue with it later," I say. Yes, I really drank a lot of beer.
"If she sees me, she'll freak out!" says Dennis and laughs. "You'd better give me one more beer and maybe a cigarette!"
That's how it started. With Dennis' bald head.
After that, I am present at many of Torben’s persuasion discussions, but not at all of them. And I’m Torben’s co-worker as outdoor barber several times. On the beach and on the campsite, you can slowly see Torben's success: Every day more bald heads stand out under the hairy heads.
It’s my tenth day of vacation. When I come to the washroom in the morning, I am presented with an unforgettable picture: Seven men are standing in a row in front of the sinks, the hot water is steaming from the taps, and I see through the haze: men of different ages, from teenagers to pensioners, of different body stature, but all in shorts, flip-flops, shirtless and, which is the hottest eye-catcher, all with lathered heads, shaving them smooth with devotion. What a sight!
"Wow!" form my lips, but I remember the morning sayings: "Well, Kojak? Polishing the bald head again?"
And I say in a loud theatrical voice: "My eyes are blinded by all these shiny heads!" Someone from the row says: "Hey, why don't you make room for our baldie number one, so that he can bring his skull to a high gloss, too!"
I'm now the eighth bald man in the row, lather my head and get started

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