Buddy Encounters - Daniel by Clipperaddict

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PART I BEYOND OUR WILDEST DREAMS
As with all of my "Buddy Encounters" stories this is mostly true and happened recently. Names and other details have been changed for the sake of discretion. I don't recall how long I've been an avid reader of The Haircut Story website. Safe to say I don't remember a time I wasn't. For the last couple of years, I have had the privilege of helping to moderate the site approving stories and comments. One of the perks is having access to contributors' email addresses. There is one commenter whose posts almost always resonate with me. Daniel posted a comment recently that seemed to confirm that we were very similar in life experience and so I decided to reach out.

As a result, we have become close virtual haircut buddies. Chatting regularly, we have discovered we have so much in common that we joke we must be twins separated at birth. Our common love for Oster clippers, flattops, traditional barber shops, major surprise transformations. Not to mention the feelings both physical and mental that all this arouses.

It was shocking to find out that Daniel has never actually had a flattop. He is in fact quite shy, very private and has never indulged his haircut fantasies in real life. I, on the other hand, have had some amazing buddy encounters over the years. Some of which I have written about. The more we chatted, the more I started to hope that Daniel would consider getting together. He was inquisitive about my buddy encounters, and I sensed his interest was more than just curiosity. To cut to the chase after many months of chatting back and forth, we connected live online. Audio only to begin with and then by video. We started to "fantasize" as to what a meeting might be like. As you've probably guessed by now, we arranged to meet up for some haircut fun.
After much discussion and sharing of our favorite haircut videos we decide to meet at a one-man traditional barber shop in a rural southeastern town so he could get his first "plush, boxy" flattop and choose whatever cut he wanted for me. I can tell he's very unsure so initially we arranged to meet at a local grill around the corner from the barber shop and go from there. As our encounter came closer, we decided we would meet at a local hotel first. We discussed the possibility of making out together and I was desperate to shave off his long-time mustache and goatee. He was keen to give me a haircut before we ventured to the barber shop. The more we chatted, the more adventurous Daniel appeared to be although I was VERY CLEAR I would honor whatever limits he wanted to set. I should have mentioned his shiny locks with natural auburnblondish highlights were styled in a very grown out businessman cut with a side part. His bangs totally covering his eyes when they fell forward. His ears and collar covered too. The only condition I would hold him to was getting his first flattop.

As I headed towards the hotel room, my heart was beating super-fast. I was kind of nervous and overthinking everything. I've told myself he likely won't be ready for more than shaving his goatee and stache and giving me a haircut. Anything beyond that would be a bonus. Over the previous few months, we've struck up a meaningful friendship as well as sharing our mutual attraction and dreams. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin it all by being too pushy. I kept reminding myself to be on my best behavior and grateful for the opportunity to meet this amazing man.

I knocked and the door opened, and there he was. Should I shake his hand? Should I hug him? Wait, was he blushing and a bit flustered just like me? He sure was. "Hi, eh Daniel," I ask. "Yeah, Scottie?" he replies. "Yes, it's great to meet you." I say as I offered my right hand which he grabbed and pulled me in for a 'bro hug' as the door closed. I wrapped my left arm around his shoulder and simultaneously we pulled each other in for a tight embrace. "Oh Daniel, I can't believe we are finally meeting in person." I whispered in his ear. "It's amazing, isn't it?" he whispered back as we squeezed each other tighter. I wasn't sure about him but I was at full attention, and a little short of breath. The next thing I know is I felt his bristly mustache as he leaned in to kiss me. WOW! This was already way more than I had dared to hope for. Things accelerated from there as we made out for several minutes and started to remove each other's clothes. I was stunned by Daniel's lack of inhibition and over the moon at what was happening.

At some point I whispered in his ear as I nibbled on it and reminded him, I prefer men clean shaven. A little reluctantly, he pulled up a chair and sat down as I unpacked all my barber gear. He was drawn to my Wahl Balding clippers and picked them up to examine them. He joked that I needn't bother unpacking the guards as he wouldn't be using them on me. I ignored his comment and stepped into the bathroom to prepare hot towels.
On my return, I started by using my edgers to remove the bulk of his goatee and mustache. For the first time he seemed a little nervous, so I leaned in to give him a kiss. That seemed to settle him a bit. Then, I lathered his face with original Barbasol shaving cream. You can't beat the smell and the richness. I can't resist a quick smooch before I wrapped his face in the hot towels and pressed firmly. After I removed the towels, I applied more lather and began slowly but firmly to remove his facial hair. Short strokes interspersed with shaking the five-blade razor in the cup of hot water on the desk. Running my fingers over each freshly shaved area to make sure it is ultrasmooth. A few pecks on the lips in between. After a second round against the grain, I reached for the Bay Rum after-shave and splashed it on his fresh bare face. He jumped as it stings and I chuckled before dusting his face with a fine mist of Clubman talc. He pulls me on to his lap and I devoured his freshly shaved lips. "So much better" I whispered as he responded simply with a groan.

We ended up on the bed making out some more and exploring each other's bodies. I checked before stroking his hard cock and once again there is no reluctance. And then it was my turn to sit in the chair so he could give me a haircut. Before he told me to get in the chair, he put me across his lap and spanked me. That was another surprise and a first for me. He told me beforehand he would leave some hair for the barber. He seemed just a little nervous as he reached for the clippers. I'm turned away from the desk so can only hear what's happening, but I'm pretty sure he has snapped a guard onto the clippers. My head was pushed down as the clippers began their ascent up through my nape and past my occipital bone. He repeated several passes before turning his attention to the sides. Now I could see some quarter inch hair falling onto my lap. True to his word, he was leaving some hair for the barber. I will admit, I was kind of wishing he wasn't but didn't tell him. Next, he reached for the flattop comb and began to shear hair off the top working from the crown to my forehead. As he stood in front of me, I saw clearly his erect barber pole. I touched it and he flinched slightly and asked if I wanted to be bald. We both chuckle as he finished up. I ran my hand up the back of my head and could feel a bit more than stubble.

In the bathroom mirror I saw that he had given me a decent trim. Stepping back into the room he was standing in front of me and asked if I liked my haircut. I answered by kneeling in front of him and grabbing his cock. As I moved it towards my mouth, I checked he was OK with me taking it in my mouth. He agreed assertively and began to thrust powerfully back and forth. I was startled by his force and thoroughly enjoyed myself as I gasped for breath. His member reached way down to the back of my throat. I had never dared to hope he would be ready to go this far. I couldn't have been more wrong as this gush of cum streamed into my mouth. I looked up at him to see his fresh bare face grinning from ear to ear. He sat on the bed. I got up and sat on his lap and pulled his ear towards me as I whispered "That was AMAZING! I've never had a guy actually cum in my mouth before. This is so much more than I had dreamed would happen." He chuckled and said "Well I prefer to under promise and over deliver. I couldn't have done this with anyone else."

I thought of finishing the story of our encounter here with it's "happy ending". This is definitely the part we both enjoyed the most, however spoiler alert we still had our barber shop experience to come. It too, did not turn out as expected. Only this time it underdelivered. If you read on, you'll discover it was not what we had hoped for.

PART II THE NIGHTMARE
We arrived at the barber shop we had scouted out. The lights were on, but the door was locked. We saw someone inside but there was no response to our knocking. As time was getting on, we opted for Plan B and headed off to another rural barber shop 30 minutes away that we had also researched online.

The very traditional looking shop was empty when we arrived, other than the bald barber standing behind his chair. I ushered Daniel into the chair and as he was being caped up, he explained to the barber he was there for his first flattop. He produced a picture from his phone and the barber glanced at it and continued to fix the neck strip. As he combed through Daniel's hair, the barber mentioned he may have to take it shorter than the pic as Daniel's hair was much finer. Daniel nervously asked him to keep it as long as possible especially on top. The barber didn't acknowledge him and reached for his Osters. Something started to feel a bit off. Major disappointment with the first pass of the Osters 2 blade up the back of Daniel's head. He was using vacuum clippers. None of his luscious locks were falling on the cape or on the floor. They were all being sucked into a cannister off to the side. BUMMER!

The sides and back were quickly dispensed with, and Daniel was already looking very different. I couldn't wait to run my hands over the fresh bristles. After randomly snipping the top down with his shears to about 2 inches, the barber grabbed his spray bottle and wet Daniel's hair. He combed it back before beginning clipper over comb, but his hair wasn't standing up. As all flattop wearers know, he should have used a round brush and some kind of pomade, gel or spray to stand the hair up and dry it with a hairdryer. Not this guy, he just nonchalantly kept going over the top clipper over comb complaining that his hair wasn't behaving, and he should really take it shorter. Having seen his lack of care and skill that wasn't an option to which either of us was going to agree. I could see Daniel was getting increasingly angsty and I tried to reassure him. After 20 minutes, the barber was done and so was Daniel. The cape came off and I started to make my way to the chair.

As I was being caped up the barber askedstated "Flattop?!" with a bit of an edge in his voice. "Yes" I replied "Horseshoe high and tight and shave the back, sides and landing strip please." The sullen barber grunted and got to work with the awful vacuum clippers. I'm guessing it was a 0A blade on the Osters as he quickly ran them up and down the back and sides of my head. He was clearly in a hurry. A regular customer entered the shop and made some comment about me looking like a marine which I thanked him for. Out came the barber's comb. Zip, zip, zip clipper over comb over the top a couple of times before removing the cape in a flourish. Seven minutes in the chair and I was done. Needless to say neither Daniel or I got the haircuts we had been so looking forward to.

Back in the car Daniel was desolate as he surveyed his awful haircut that was supposed to be a flattop was kind of a longish crew cut with a very uneven top. There's no way to pretend it was anything other than bad. I snuck into the backseat with a comb and my edgers thinking I might be able to salvage something, but it was a lost cause. My flat wasn't horizontal. It sloped from right to left. The back and sides weren't shaved and there really wasn't any kind of landing strip. What a nightmare!


PART III THE SILVER LINING
On balance, the first part of our day had been phenomenal and because we don't want the memory of that awful barber to be the end of our encounter, we've already arranged to get together again in the not-too-distant future.

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