Maik and Torben - 2: Gay Haircuts by GermanCut

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I wondered where a barbershop could still be open as we walked through the streets, but finally Torben said: "We are here." It went down a few steps into a basement. Torben opened the door, and a gush of cigarette smoke and oppressive warmth came towards us. Inside, Torben was handed two tickets for, in my opinion, quite a lot of money. "Are these drink vouchers?" I asked. "No, wait and see!" If I had seen correctly, Torben had paid 40 euros for both of us, but for what? For a normal bar?
"Please get us two beers, and then we'll go over!" said Torben. I got two bottles of beer at a surprisingly empty counter and followed Torben into the other room. It was large and full of men who were in a boisterous mood. Shouts and whistles were heard. On the opposite wall, slightly elevated, I saw something that instantly made my heart beating faster: A barber's chair was standing there. A young guy sat there who had just been given an extremely short haircut. The barber, a man around 50 in black leather pants, shirtless, with a precisely trimmed dark beard and a perfect shiny bald head, was cleaning his neck.
"This is Hans, a real barber who cuts hair today for a good cause", Torben explained to me. "I just paid for two haircuts. One for you and one for me. But let's watch a little first!"
The young guy's cape was taken off, which, unlike usual at barbershops, was transparent. His friends approached him and touched his close-cropped hair appreciatively.
"The next one, please!" shouted Hans, the barber.
A sturdy guy around 35, plaid shirt, cargo shorts, brown boots with gray wool socks, sat down on the chair. His light chubby face was adorned with a beautiful dark full beard. His hair was just as dark, full, and obviously not cut for a long time. A hairstyle was not recognizable.
"He's so cute! I really like bears!" said Torben.
"Undress! Undress!" the crowd roared. Torben spoke in my ear: "They always shout that, to everyone, even if they only have pants on. Then even louder"
"How should it be?" Hans asked according to the Berlin lumberjack.
"Shave him bald! Shave him bald!" the crowd roared.
"That's what they always shout, too", Torben said to me.
Hans turned to the crowd: "To be clear: you are allowed to make suggestions, but I still decide which hairstyle someone gets! Clear?"
"Sure!" came the answer as if from one mouth.
Hans put the cloak around Lumberjack, stroked his thick hair intensively, then ran both hands down his face and stroked his beard with relish. Lumberjack closed his eyes slightly and smiled. A little theatrically, Hans grabbed the clipper, held it close to his face and turned it on at his nod. He started with the sides. Tufts of hair fell on the cloak, because it became very short: a light scalp appeared, on which one could only see a hair shadow with difficulty. Then he slowly shaved his neck up to the top of his head. You could see how Lumberjack in the chair became restless. Something got apparently stimulated between his legs.
"The base of the neck is an erogenous zone of the man, I'm sure of that!" said Torben. "I don't know anyone who stays cool when his neck is shaved, and certainly no one who doesn't get an erection when you touch his neck extensively.
Hans put away the clippers, grabbed the scissors, clamped a strand of hair between his fingers and cut off maybe10 centimeters of hair from Lumberjack with a short, powerful movement. "Is it okay?" he asked him. Lumberjack nodded a little shocked. "You couldn't have said anything else. You will get a rasp-short brush cut from me. You'll look good with it: like a guy who knows what to do with his hands." "He knows that already!" someone from the crowd shouted and provoked a short laugh from everyone.
I followed the work of the barber with eyes wide open. He was truly a master of his craft. With the scissors alone, he cut a short brush on the top of Lumberjack’s head: about two centimeters short bristles that stood vertically upwards without any styling product. Not everyone has the right hair for this. But Hans had seen it with the eye of a connoisseur. Then the hair clipper was used again. Hans shaved him a perfect fade with seamless transitions. Finally, he reached for the electric razor, and about five centimeters up his neck and on the sides the remaining stubble was shaved off to the skin.
"The electric razor at the end is already very cool. He shaves squeaky clean; there is not a single hair left! And the boys love it. Have I already talk to you about the erogenous zones?" Torben chattered. I grabbed his butt in response.
The haircut was finished. Lumberjack stood up to applause, while masses of hair fell from the cape to the floor. Hans took off the cloak. Lumberjack walked with somewhat weak knees, as it seemed, towards another burly man in the audience, a guy with a ginger beard and a baseball cap, who looked at him with his mouth open, took him in his arms and then ran his hand over the bristles on his head and shaved neck. When the two kissed, there was applause.
"Who's next?" A guy around 50 came to the front of Hans: in camouflage pants and boots. No shirt. He presented a perfectly trained chest, shaved and with nipple-piercings. His hair was dark blond, long and straight at the top with a side parting; the hair at the nape of his neck and on the sides was perhaps one centimeter short.
Torben's eyes widened: "It might be very exciting with him. Maybe we'll see the first fresh bald head of the evening right now!"
It began with a small prelude. Hans literally pushed the guy onto the chair and stood up in front of him with his legs apart, came closer and pressed his knee lightly into the crotch of the astonished "soldier". He stroked his chest vigorously, played briefly with the piercings and then ruffled his hairstyle with both hands. He grabbed his hand, brought it to his head and gave so the signal "Stroke my bald head!". The soldier did it with relish.
"Shave him bald! Shave him bald!" roared the crowd, the loudest among them were Torben and me.
"As I said, it’s me who decides here," said Hans. "And I say: No bald head for him!" Words of regret were heard. "But...", Hans continued, "you won't get away from me unshorn, my dear! With this haircut you can't get in front of your recruits! I promise, you'll get the most brutal military haircut from me, which is possible!"
The cloak was put on the "colonel", as I called him from then on. What happened next was so radical that I watched spellbound.
Hans grabbed the colonel by his long hair and disfigured his hairstyle with scissors in no time. His hair now stood out in uneven tufts at the top. It was evident that the result could only be an extremely short haircut, nothing else would be possible now. Hans took the clippers, pressed the colonel's head on his chest and shaved his neck and sides completely bald on the lowest setting. Hans then fetched a very large, wide comb, which made me think of a table tennis bat, and shaved the remaining top hair on the top of the colonel's head. Again and again he combed his hair so that it stood vertically and put comb and machine on again. Gradually, a boxy hairstyle emerged, an extremely short flat top. But it was not yet "the most brutal military haircut". Hans now ran the clippers from the back of his head over the middle of his skull and left a very wide "landing strip" behind. The same thing again from front to back. It took a while for Hans to be satisfied with his work. Then a lot of fine work followed: The remaining hair on the top of the head, no more than a U-shaped hedge, was trimmed a little shorter. Again and again, Hans switched from machine to scissors, looking at his work. Finally, he was satisfied and took the electric razor and shaved the entire head of the colonel except for the hedge. It took quite a long time, but we all stood there in silence as in church. The only sound was the crackling of the electric razor, which erased all memory of hair.
It was done. The colonel looked straight ahead, and from that perspective it seemed as if he had received a very short and exact brush cut.
"Get up, soldier," said Hans, after he had taken off his cloak. "Make a bow! Show them your bald head!" He obeyed and remained in that position as long as our clapping and whistling continued. In fact, apart from the horseshoe, which was maybe only a little more than a centimeter thick, not a single hair had remained on the colonel. He was bald, without it being obvious at first glance. Then he turned his back to us, stood with his legs apart and presented his large biceps and impressive back muscles. Still with his legs apart, he slowly stroked his head, then turned around and disappeared after this postlude in the direction of his friends, who attacked him and stroked his almost bald skull.
"After this customer, I need a cigarette, maybe two!" said Hans. "We'll be back in a quarter of an hour!"
"That was pretty hot, wasn't it?" said Torben. I couldn't answer, I was completely overstimulated.
"Then we'll see you in the chair after the break!" said Torben decisively. "Uh, no, already now?" I replied. Torben rolled his eyes. "All the time you're whining that you want to get rid of your hair! So? What now? You're next!"

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