Maik and Torben: Gay Haircuts (Part 2) by GermanCut

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Maik and Torben Gay Haircuts Reloaded Part 2

"Torben?" I asked the next day at breakfast. "Did the idea that I should grow a mustache just come to you by chance, or does it have something to do with your plans for this weekend?"
"Hm..." Torben said. "Actually, it was nothing else than a funny idea, but when I think about it now, I definitely see a relation with my plan..."
I had become even more curious by the hint. "What do you have planned?" I asked.
"I'll tell you now, and don't shout No! Just listen!" Torben answered and began to explain

"Well, I thought to myself, what we experienced last year on your first visit, we could experience this time in a smaller circle. I call our project "Gay Haircuts Reloaded." It's going to be like this I've invited a few people for tonight who I'm sure that they might like it. We'll meet in an empty warehouse on the outskirts. A friend's friend knows the owner, so everything is legal. This is the right ambience for our joint performance, dear Maik! Because tonight we will both work together as barbers again."

"Uh, Torben, you forget that we both only know to cut one hairstyle really well, and that's not really a hairstyle", I pointed out.

"Oh, that's okay!" said Torben. "Look at this email!" He gave me his mobile phone and I read
"Barber M. and Barber T. Specialized in Induction Haircuts, Recon Haircuts, Mohawks and Head Shaves."
Torben assured "No one will ask us to cut such sophisticated things like flattop haircuts! It's just for fun and for a certain erotic tension."

"Your optimism is simply admirable", I said.
"What do you say? You join in?" asked Torben.
"Sure", I replied, "but what does that have to do with the moustache?"
"Dear Maik, you really don't understand anything!" said Torben, shaking his head. "We're not just going to cut the boys' hair, we're going to put on a good show. And that includes a suitable outfit. The mustache sparked an idea to me."
Torben's eyes wandered to a small poster on the kitchen wall an illustration of a tall, strong guy with a uniform cap, black leather pants with a big bulge, and with an impressive moustache. "Tom of Finland" was written above it.
"You mean..." I began to speak, rather shocked. "Yes", said Torben, "we'll transform you into a leather guy today! Physique, bald head and moustache are just right, all that's missing is the leather."
"Hooray," I said without tone.

We took the subway for a few stops, and after a short walk we stood in front of a shop where a rainbow flag waved over the door. The shop window was rather small, but nevertheless with enough room for two mannequins, one in army uniform, the other in black leather gear with a mask. They were joined by lace-up boots, socks, fishnet shirts, very tight underpants, ... but Torben had already gone through the door, and I followed him.
Inside, Torben went straight to a certain part of the shop. He seemed to know his way around here.

"I should have warned you", Torben said quietly to me, "good leather gear isn't cheap, even if we should only take the minimal version. How are you doing financially? If you say you're short on cash right now, Maik, we'll quickly come up with a cheaper look for you. You could also change into a skin or an athlete. That would be hot, too."
I reassured Torben about the money but found that the price wasn't insignificant and pleaded for the less expensive minimal version, whatever Torben might have meant by that.
This quickly became clear to me when Torben walked past the long leather pants and, after some searching, held out a pair of very short leather shorts to me.
"First, it's warm outside today second, it's cheaper than long trousers and third, you'll look really hot in it!" he said preachy. "Put it on, I'm still looking for accessories!"
I stripped down to my underpants behind a curtain and slipped into the black leather shorts. This didn't happen without difficulty, because they were rather tight.

I looked at myself in the mirror.
The shorts covered not very much, hardly more than swimming trunks do usually. And like swimming trunks, the shorts emphasized everything my ass as well as the front part, where a bulge became visible like at the guy on the poster in Torben's kitchen. I liked the sight in the mirror a bit too much
"If you think the shorts are much too tight, then keep in mind that of course you won't wear underpants tonight", Torben called from somewhere across the room and then added without context "Size 44 or 45?"
"What?" I asked. "Your shoe size!" he yelled. "44!" I yelled back.
A short time later, Torben handed me a pair of black lace-up boots through the curtain, as well as a pair of black socks with white stripes and a few smaller pieces of leather.
"The cock-ring doesn't fit!" I shouted. "That's a leather bracelet, silly goose!" answered Torben and screamed with laughter.

I stepped out from behind the curtain. In the meantime, not only Torben was standing there, but also three employees, and four customers had also come to inspect my transformation into a leather guy. I could see at their wide-open eyes that it was succeeded.
"Yes, he wears the minimum equipment", said one of the salesmen as if I wasn't listening at all, "but he shouldn't wear more than that in no case! With such a perfect body, it would be a sin."
I presented myself almost naked except for these very short black leather shorts, the socks and the lace-up boots. I was so naked that the leather bracelet felt like a piece of clothing to me. I felt exposed among all the clothed people. It wasn't subtle at all when their eyes were sliding from the boots over my calves and my uncovered thighs, lingering longer at the level of my crotch. They were wandering on to my pecs and the pierced nipples that moved rhythmically up and down, because I was heavily breathing with excitement. And they came to stop at the trinity of my head the moustache, the earring and the smooth shiny skull.

I just stood there. Like a statue. Not from this world. I felt humiliated and exposed.
But at the same time, I felt every muscle of my body, felt my heard beating and my blood pulsing, felt growing courage and self-confidence, strength and potency.
Like the phoenix from the ashes, I was rising to a new life, reborn to radiant male.

"You're incredible!" Torben said almost in a whisper before clapping and whistling started and Torben walked up to me and kissed me.

To be continued

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