Maik and Torben: Gay Haircuts Reloaded 3 by GermanCut

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Torben and I stood behind a wall of stacked wooden boxes that separated the "backstage area" from the "stage".
We waited for the first bars of "Gagnam Style" by PSY. I found it a bit silly, but Torben had found that "Gagnam Style" would fit perfectly to our choreography. Of course, he was right.
Everything's okay?" Torben asked me. "Yes", I answered, pretending to be cool, but in fact, I was s**tting my leather pants.

The music started.
We stepped out from behind the boxes and stood under the glaring evening-sun that came in through a skylight. The audience burst into hooting and whistling at the sight of us.
Torben wore a green shirt that he had rolled up on his arms and green long trousers, plus a red beret and boots all equipment of the German Bundeswehr.
I wore my new minimalist leather outfit leather shorts without underpants, lace-up boots and bracelet, as well as a few pieces of clothing borrowed from Torben a police shirt that I had buttoned up to the neck and that stretched quite a bit in front of my chest, a police cap, sunglasses and black gloves.
Needless to say, that we had shaved our heads particularly smooth for our performance.

For a few bars we and our audience danced to the music.
Then the real "choreography" began Torben and I suddenly stood still, our arms crossed. I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. The background choir accompanied it with "Hey, hey, hey". As the music accelerated to dramatic expression, I tore my shirt off my body with a jerk, swung it over my head, and then threw it into the applauding audience.
At the next similar bars, I threw the cap into the enthusiastic crowd "Hey, hey, hey" and showed my bald head.
Finally, I took off my sunglasses and gloves and stood almost naked in front of the people.

For the second time that day, I was devoured by several men with their eyes, but this time by a larger group. I was incredibly aroused, and my pecs visibly went up and down. My arousal was further increased by the fact that my naked skin was particularly emphasized by the contrast to Torben, who remained fully clothed.
But I wasn't afraid at all. I could see from the boys' stares that I looked stunning. I was their dream come true, their idol, I was their god. I was almost naked but clothed with divine power. It sounds arrogant, but that's exactly how I felt divine.
I was a weather god who waters the seeds of phantasy, so they can grow and become real. I was Zeus and Juppiter.

But first of all, I was a minor godhead this evening a barber. And this minor godhead got frightened.
While Torben introduced us, I counted the heads of the audience 23 24 25. That meant that each of us would do at least a dozen haircuts. I had no idea if I could do it. I'm a roofer, not a barber!
The first two people took a seat. To my surprise, I knew them from my first visit to Berlin. It was Florian and Nils, the two "lumberjacks".

We had placed the chairs in such a way that our "customers" could look at each other cutting their hair. "We don't have mirrors," Torben had said to me, "but isn't it even hotter to watch someone's head shave while you feel the razor sliding over your own head at the same time?"

"Two bears want to get rid of their winter coat!" shouted Torben and pointed to Florian and Nils. "I hope you don't do things by halves, but have your whole fur shaved off."
"No, nothing by halves ", Nils answered and stroked his head. "Shave it all off! Two bald heads, please! But we keep the beards!"

While I shaved off Florian's thick dark hair with the hair clipper, Nils lost his red hair under Torben's hands.
"S**t!" screamed Florian when he saw how many hairs fell on the cloak.
"Yes, you have a full head of hair in contrast to Nils. If I'm not mistaken, he suffers from hair loss", I said.
Florian nodded and replied "You're right. Nils prefers to wear a baseball cap all the time instead of admitting to himself that a shaven head would be the best solution. But then came the email from Torben 'Gay Haircuts Reloaded'. This was the opportunity! 'We can go and just watch,' I said to Nils, 'or we both get cool hairstyles.' Nils replied 'A really cool hairstyle won't be possible with my hair.' But I said 'I know one cool hairstyle which is possible!' Nils then thought about it for a long time but finally announced "I'm going to have my head shaved. But you're going along with it!' As you can see, Maik, I agreed. It was worth it."
"You've done a favor to your friend. He looks hot with a bald head," I said.
That's something I would never have done before to say that a man looks hot or handsome. But now, thanks to Torben, thanks to my son Tim, I just say what I think. Isn't it always better to say "The man looks hot" than "The man looks like a hobgoblin"?
Nils looked really hot, especially after his head had been razored twice. Like most redheads, he had pale skin, which meant that his bald head was adorned with a blue-gray shadow on the sides. With his bald head, red beard and bright blue eyes, he looked much more attractive than ever before.
Florian had also been very attractive with hair. I told him that. He just said "As I said It was worth it! I liked to lose my hair and get a hot bald man in return."
Nils and Florian got up. The audience applauded as the two hugged, stroked their freshly shaved bald heads and kissed long and intensely.

The next two "customers" entered the stage. One of them said to me in passing "Make my boyfriend bald!" and then sat down on Torben's chair. He was tall, in his mid-20s, wore red sports shorts, a white tank top and flip-flops, and a grown-out buzzcut on his head.

His friend sat down on my chair. He was a little smaller, about 5 years older than his friend, muscular, tanned and dressed only in shorts and flip-flops. He had brown hair, which was about 5 cm long at the top and about 2 cm long at the sides.
"My boyfriend told you to shave me bald, didn't he?" he said. "Excuse me, I'm Marco and my friend, this moron, is called Dennis."
"Hello, Marco", I said as I put the cloak on him. "It isn't important what your boyfriend wants. The question is What do you want? Do you want to be bald or hairy?"
"Well, I definitely want an ultra-short haircut!" he answered.
"That's a decision", I said and after reflecting a bit, I added What do you think about? I'm going to take the 2 cm attachment for the hair clipper and cut your hair. Then you check whether you like the length or not. And Dennis can also state his opinion on keeping the length or cutting it shorter."
"Sounds good", said Marco.

I took the hair clipper and began to shave Marco's hair all over to 2 cm. Torben did the same with Dennis. It looked like he wouldn't get a bald head either, but a longer buzzcut.
"That's much too long," said Marco, and Dennis also shouted "Cut it shorter!"
I took the 9 mm attachment and shaved only one half of Marco's head. Marco had very full, thick hair. Even at 9 mm, you couldn't see the scalp on him.
"Shorter!" said Marco. "Shorter!" came the echo from Dennis
That sounded so energetic that I immediately went much shorter. Lane by lane I shaved off his hair to 3mm. Marco now was almost bald, and it suited him very well.

"Short enough?" I asked.
Marco hesitated and then said, "No, shave it all off. Without an attachment! Make me bald!"
"Yes!" cheered Dennis from the other chair.
I shaved Marco's head very thoroughly. He had a perfect five o'clock-shadow. These short stubbles on his head made him look very masculine, and his hairline on his forehead formed an exact line.
"In your case, it would be a sin if I ran the razor blade all over your head," I said. "I'm going to lather up your sides and shave them clean but leave this hot five o'cock, uh, clock-shadow on the top of your head. How does that sound?"
"When you say it, it sounds hot", Marco said, turning his head up and winking at me.
"It will look hot too!" I assured. And it did. Clean-shaven, Marco's neck looked like polished leather, creating an exciting contrast to the roughness of the top of his head.

Dennis came to inspect his friend's new hairstyle. He himself had a fresh Recon haircut from Torben sides and neck were very high shaved and completely bald, while a round carpet of hair about 2.5cm long was left at the top.

"I think Marco wanted to go bald from the beginning", Dennis said to me, "but then he pretended not to know what he wanted so that he could sit in your chair for as long as possible. I'm not surprised by that. You're the hottest barber I've ever seen! Fortunately, I was not in Marco's place. I would have lost my mind with you. I would have let you shave me bald to the bone and even my eyebrows as well."
I grinned and said, "Maybe next time."

I didn't have to cut as much hair and shave heads as I had feared, because some of the audience only had come to watch. Nevertheless, I felt what I had done 5 bald heads, 3 buzzcuts, 1 boxercut.

The "official" part of "Gay Haircuts Reloaded" was over now. The music was turned up, people were talking, dancing, drinking some cruised through the warehouse.

I went to a quiet corner of the warehouse with a bottle of beer, leaned against a large box and lit a cigarette.
I heard footsteps. Marco and Dennis appeared suddenly behind a stack of boxes. I almost shouted something at them and then started a small-talk. But I quickly realized that they weren't looking for small-talk, because they came up to me smiling without saying a word.
I took a deep drag from my cigarette as I let my eyes glide over Marco, then over Dennis.
Both of them were now standing close to me.
Marco started to caress my bald head while Dennis touched my thigh.
I grabbed on their necks, felt their freshly shaved smooth scalp.
I pushed their heads lower so that their faces were at the level of my chest. Both started licking my pierced nipples, while their hands slid over my arms, legs, and abs.
I put my arm around Marco, pulled him up to me, touched his face with mine. We kissed while our hands ran incessantly over our bald heads.
Meanwhile, Dennis got down to his knees and unzipped my leather shorts

It was almost morning when Torben and I were finally home. I sat with him on the balcony. We smoked and drank one last beer.
It was a full moon, and Torben's bald head reflected her light.

Heute ist Vollmond und die Nacht ruft nach mir,
komm mit mir tanzen und ich kss dich dafr"

"Today is a full moon and the night is calling for me,
Come dance with me and I'll kiss you for that..."

I sang softly.

"Okay", said Torben, "next time I'll choose music that suits your taste more Nena, Ideal, Hubert Kah."
I laughed. "No, Torben, Nena's song only came to my mind when I saw you and because of the incredible evening you organized!"
"Hey, you did a good job, my muscle daddy and leather guy!" said Torben. He smiled, and I could see his teeth glowing in the moonlight.
"Just call me 'Maik', or, if you like it, 'my friend'. I can be a muscle daddy and a leather guy or not. To be or not to be. But I want to remain your friend forever."
Torben tenderly pulled me to him and said "I'll kiss you for that."

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