When she married him, Johnny was just back from 2 years in the Army. Clean cut, great physical shape, a really nice guy. Johnny had great hopes when he married his old highschool sweetheart, Connie who had waited patiently for him. As a veteran he should have good prospects at a good job, enough to buy a house and raise a family. Jobs were scarce, he found out. He finally had to settle for joining a couple of his old highschool buddies who were running a lawn care business. He also had to settle for a single wide trailer in a mobile home park. Connie had a pretty good job as a cosmetician at the little mall. They made a baby right away. They had her job for the insurance as well as the extra money to pay bills.
On the good side, Johnny stayed in very good shape, had a nice tan, and the work paid good for half a year. The other half the crew worked cleaning debris from yards and shoveling snow. Hard, dirty work that left him angry with everything. After 5 years and three kids he was not moving ahead. At the height of summer it was hot, it hadn’t rained so even the yard work that did pay well sent him home covered with dust, grass pieces and sweat. His body was still in good shape. She had finally just about talked him into going back to school on the GI Bill, her momma would keep the kids and she could work to help make ends meet. They really got into it one evening when he was showing signs of changing his mind about school. "You’re never gonna get a good job that will make us enough money to send the kids to school, let us take a good vacation, or have a house if you don’t go to school. You need to clean yourself up too. Look at you, still wearing your ragged work clothes, you need a bath, and there’s no telling when the last time you had a haircut." She was yelling and crying at the same time. "You are NOT the man I married 5 years ago! We were going to do all those things. Look at you!" Johnny sat there stunned. Who was she to talk. The house was a mess, she couldn’t keep up after the kids, and she could use some cleaning up herself. When they calmed down after the heat of the moment, and cooled off after the steam. They hugged and made up. He didn’t have the time or the money to go get a haircut. She’d been to cosmetology school. Maybe she could trim his hair up.
"Come on", he said, heading to the bathroom. "Get your comb and scissors." "Johnny, I haven’t cut hair in a long time, and then it was just trimming hair and putting it up. I didn’t really do hair cutting." "Give it a try. I know you don’t like my hair like this. And, to tell you the truth, it would be cooler and easier to take care of if it was shorter." Johnny sat on the throne with the wastebasket in front of him. She combed through the tangled and somewhat matted hair. He told her to cut it as short as she liked. She took a tentative little snip at the ends of his hair which was perhaps 10 inches long on the sides and a little longer hanging down from the top of his head. After a couple of those tentative snips he told her to give him the scissors. Pulling out a handful of hair up from the back of his head, Johnny put the blades close to the skin and closed them. Whack! Even he was surprised at how much hair was in his hand. "Now, cut it off like that." He handed her back the scissors. "Ok, just remember that I warned you, so don’t get mad if it looks butchered." Now she had to try and cut it short to match the hole he had left, yet make it look half way decent. And that gaping hole on the back wasn’t going to give her much choice but to take it all down pretty close. She used the comb and began to take bigger and bigger hanks of hair from his head. Johnny sat there watching it fall into the trash can. His head began to feel naked. He was also getting turned on. There was no cape to hide the bulging cock in his boxers, it began to peek out. Connie wasn’t blind and with his growing excitement, she began to feel warm and ‘dangerous’. She started going back over the sides where it was already cut. Her hair comb was too thick. "Sit still a minute." She left and came back with a thinner comb she used on the girl’s hair. She had the sides down to about 1/4 inch. Connie really wasn’t a barber. She knew how she wanted it to look, but didn’t have the training or the experience to make it work. She moved up the sides and then onto the top. She was into watching his hair fall and didn’t pay attention to the fact that it was all going to be one length. Up the sides and onto the top, up the back and onto the top, 1/4 inch, no transition, all one length. Well nearly all one length. By the time she realized that she had cut it to short to high it was too late. She would just have to make it all one length even across the top.
When it was all done, Connie brushed him off as best she could with a towel. From a distance it didn’t look too bad. Kind of a long crewcut. Johnny told her to get her hand mirror so he could see it in the back too. It would have been funny if it had been someone else. He smiled and shook his head. She HAD warned him. There were little bald spots all around the sides and back. The top was pretty uniform. She had tried to give the sides a gradual transition from bottom to the top. They were laughing about it, although Johnny was trying to figure out how he was going to get it fixed. Work started early in the morning and he didn’t know any barbershops that were open this late.
They stripped and got into the shower together. Thank goodness the kids were young enough to be in bed asleep by now. They washed each other and she lathered his head. Maybe with the loose hair all rinsed off it would look better. He got out to look in the mirror. Better? No. The bald spots now seemed to stick out more than before. He told Connie to get out of the shower. He helped her dry off. His head was still wet after he dried his body off and wrapped the towel around him. I’ll be out in a few minutes, he said. She was still turned on by the hair cutting. She put on her sexiest nightie and used a little of his favorite perfume and went to the bed. After 10 minutes or so, she began to wonder what was keeping him. "You coming to bed?" "It’ll be a few more minutes." The minutes passed. The light went out in the bathroom. Johnny was toweling off his head when he came out. His cock standing tall and proud. "Turn out the lights," he said. Connie obediently turned off the bedside light and lay there waiting expectantly. Aroused herself, it was going to be a fun night.
Johnny got in bed and rolled over to her. He began making love to her, running his hands over her, stroking her in all the right places, touching and feeling. They were experienced lovers. They led each other to heights not reached since the children arrived. He was kissing her neck when she reached up and felt his head. She had her first orgasm of the night. Johnny felt his cock begin to throb. He moved his hand down to finger her clit. The juice was already flowing and the cunt was warm. He mounted her, gently guiding his hard cock into her golden valley. She began to moan as he rode her gently with a steady rhythm that stroked her sweet spot. He was almost at his climax when she began to match his thrust with her own pelvic action. Her orgasms came in quick order, then he began to shudder in the grip of his own ejaculation deep, as far as he could thrust and hold it, inside her. Sex seldom lasts long enough. They soon relaxed and collapsed beside each other. He still stroking and kissing on her. She caressing his chest and then running her hands over his head. Connie reached over and quickly turned on the lights. She nearly had another orgasm. She put both hands on his bald head and rubbed. "I’m never going to let you grow hair again. This is so sexy. I love it." They kissed and cuddled some more, then he reached over and turned the light out. It had been a long day for them both and they soon drifted off to sleep.
Johnny had meant to just shave the sides and leave the top alone, in a few days it would grow back to a uniform length and he could go to a barbershop. He put a new blade in the razor and ran the hot water. He lathered the sides and back all the way up. Then began to shave, starting over the sideburns. Around the ear, then taking the sides off. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds. The hair was still long for a twin blade razor, no matter how good or sharp. It took several strokes over each spot, rinse the hair from the blades and go over it again. After he got the sides all done. He ran his hands over them and it wasn’t really smooth. A new blade and lather it over again. This time he shaved it from back to front, against the way the hair grew. It was smooth and shiny. He put the razor down and wiped his head off with the damp towel. Now it didn’t look bad, it looked dorky. "Shit!" He’d have to shave his whole head. This time he picked up the scissors and began to cut the top down as close as he could. Short pieces of hair scattered all over the sink, his shoulders, back and chest. Johnny stepped back in the shower and rinsed off. Still standing in the shower, he lathered the top of his head. Having cut it down with the scissors and having it still wet, the razor made quicker work of shaving it smooth. He still had to shave over it three times before it was really smooth. He rinsed off once more, got out and dried off. He didn’t know what to expect it would look like. His cock jumped when he saw his smooth head. It looked not too bad, he thought. He finished going over it with the towel. A little aftershave lotion, that burned over the freshly scraped skin. He was going over it with the damp towel that was cool against the burning aftershave, when he came into the room and told Connie to turn out the light.
He woke with a start the next morning. Daylight was almost in the window. He’d have to hurry to be ready for work when the truck came by to pick him up. He reached up and felt his head. Explain this to the guys. He went to take a quick shower before getting dressed. Connie was not far behind in getting up. She went to the kitchen and started the coffee while she made his lunch and something quick for him to eat this morning. She smiled when he came in, his white cue ball head gleaming. "Sit and eat." She left the room and came back. A tube of sun screen in her hand. She used it liberally over his head. He didn’t ask what she was doing. He knew by the smell what it was. It felt good, but the coconut smell he could have done without. She put the tube in a plastic baggie and told him to be sure and use it every couple of hours so he didn’t burn his scalp. When he got up to leave, the men had honked the horn and were waiting, she took his baseball cap away; "let it tan. I like the way you look, so ‘sexy’. I think we’ll shave it every night." Johnny grinned, "you just like the results of shaving. But if it makes you happy, I’ll be bald as long as you like. Just wait til I give you a haircut." Johnny walked out the door.
Brad and Kyle were openmouthed when Johnny climbed in the truck. "What happened to you?" "What does it look like?" If you ask a dumb question you get a dumb answer. "Your head’s gonna get cooked today. We’re doing that townhouse complex that takes all day and hardly a shade tree anywhere." "I think I’ll be ok. Connie rubbed my head down with this sun screen and told me to renew it every hour or so. If I don’t run out, I’ll be ok." They rode on out to their job site. Each of the men had specific tasks and areas they attended too. Johnny mostly did lawn mowing. Kyle was the expert at trimming hedges and edging sidewalks. Brad could do either, but mostly mowing. The day grew hotter and the sun beat down mercilessly. Brad and Kyle were sweating and constantly wiping the sweat of and pushing back their lanky locks from getting in their eyes. Kyle finally tied his back, Brad pulled his back and yanked his had down tighter to hold it there. By 1:00, lunch time, they were almost envious when Johnny just quickly wiped the sweat off his head. After lunch he renewed the sun screen and went back to work. Brad offered him his hat, but Johnny said, "no thank you, Connie want’s it tanned." Johnny got a chuckle as he told his wife about how the men had laughed and then had second thoughts when their wet hair was stringing down in their face and hot on their necks. He didn’t expect to see them shave it, but he bet they got it cut short before too long.
The following Wednesday they had hoped to get a good start on a couple of nice yards that took extra care but paid really well. About half way to the job the sky opened and the rain began to pour. There was no way they could do a proper job in the rain; the mowers would clog up and the blades would dull faster. Might as well go back home. They turned around and were passing through the edge of town when Johnny saw the barber pole. "Pull over there." Brad thought he was seeing the little café and they might get a cup of coffee. The rain had let up a little and they got out to make a dash for the door. They were a bit surprised when Johnny led them into the barbershop instead of the café. "What.....?" "You guys have got to be tired of that ratty hair that hangs down in your face. You’re constantly pushing it back. It’s time to cut it off and you aren’t doing anything else for a while. Might as well make yourselves comfortable." There were 4 big black leather barber chairs, empty waiting for them to put their butt’s in them. Brad took off his sweat stained ball cap and handed it to Johnny. (It would disappear never to be seen again, except by the trash man.) "I ain’t gettin’ it shaved like yours." "Me neither," said Kyle, "but a good short trim that I could just wash and go would be ok. You led us in here, so you must be paying." With that he walked over and sat in the farther chair. Brad shrugged and sat in the other. The two barbers set to work settling them in, putting the paper strip then the cape pinned around their necks. Kyle’s barber asked, "what’ll it be?" Johnny spoke up, "since I’m paying, they’re gettin’ it real short. Real close on the sides and maybe that much" he said holding is thumb and forefinger apart about an inch, "left on the top." Brad’s barber said he could do that and started combing out the hair. "When’s the last time you sat in a barber chair?" Brad said he didn’t know, he’d been working too hard lately to think about it.
Kyle jumped when the big Oster’s were snapped on with a loud "POP"! His barber turned them off and brushed the blades off. He added a couple drops of oil and clicked them back on. The pop was not as loud and instead of the vibrating buzz they seemed to be quieter. He turned them off again and put a guard over the blades. He brought the clippers right up in front of Kyle’s face and raised them up to his hairline. They came on and the barber set them down tight and pushed back. The Oster’s were strong and cut the hair cleanly off with hardly a change in the pitch as the blades mowed the hair off. It took several minutes and about 15 passes to take the top off, leaving a soft 1 inch of hair. The clippers were turned off and Kyle watched the guard being removed and laid to the side. He shook his head wondering just how close those teeth would come to the skin on the sides. The barber didn’t even pause but snapped them back on. Without the guard they seemed somehow quieter. The unfettered teeth started slicing the hair off right at the temple and moved quickly towards the back of Kyle’s head. The next cut released the sideburns that hung down in front of that ear. It fell to his chest and slid down the cape to lay quietly in his lap. His eye’s rolled down to see about 8 inches of hair laying their so still, severed from his head. There mustn’t be anything but skin left. Not even a shadow, he thought. His barber was merciless as he moved on towards the back. Whole hunks of hair fell to his shoulder and then to the floor. He could feel the coolness where the hair had protected the scalp before. The barber pushed his head forward so that his chin was down nearly on his chest. Those blades glided up the back of his head, the motion of the clippers flipping the locks over his shoulder and into his lap. With the back now clean and pale, the barber used the comb to have Kyle raise his head, then pushed it to the other side. The last of the long strands fell like wheat before the scythe of the reaper. The clippers were turned off and Kyle raised his now well defined head up. "We’ll finish it up." The barber set those clippers aside and took out his comb and scissors. He began to work on the sides near the top. A neat graduated taper up from the 1/8th of an inch to the 1 inch long hair on top. "You have the right shape for a good flat top," said his barber. "What do you think?" Johnny hearing the question told the barber he should "go for it. I’m paying." Kyle didn’t move or say anything for or against it. He just sat really still as the barber reached for the clippers and changed the blades. He oiled them and snapped them on to make sure they were set well. Once again, without turning the chair around, the barber began going over the sides, starting in front of his ear. After the blades passed over the sideburn there was only skin showing. It looked an electric razor had passed over rather than a set of clippers. Up and around the ear then straight across the side, around the back and over to the other ear in a straight line. Now there was a bald strip of skin that went around Kyle’s head about one and a half inches above the ear. After establishing that line, the barber went back and cleaned everything below it to the same skin. Now his real skill with the clippers came into play. From that zero ground he expertly began to create a graduated transition to the top, very short, but noticeable from the nearly shaved sides. As the clippers neared the back they kept the hair shorter towards the top until right in back it was skin tight all the way up and over the top to the center of Kyle’s head. The barber freehanded the flat top towards the front. Only after he had now established that length did he bring the comb back into play. He brought the hair down to a little less than ½ inch in front. With his head held perfectly still the top was made level from front to back and across. When it was just about perfect, the barber stopped and brushed his head off then used a damp towel to wipe it all off. Next a finger of crew comb wax was massaged into the remaining flat top and a boar bristle brush used to push back and make it stand up. Now the comb and scissors came into play. A snip here and there until each hair was the height of it’s neighbor. The barber put his tools down and unclipped the cape and removed the paper strip. There was the whirr of the lather machine. Soft warm lather was put around his ears and over the sides where the clippers had left ‘no’ hair. The little towel tucked into his collar kept the shaving cream from his shirt. A straight razor, keen edge stropped to perfection, began to remove the lather and any thought of hair on the lower part of his head. When the lather was all scraped away with the hair, the barber once more used the warm damp towel to go over the sides. "Now, that’s a proper flat top." Kyle stared in the mirror. All he needed was the uniform and he’d look like a Marine recruiter. He looked from side to side. He hadn’t seen his ears uncovered totally since the mohawk he managed to get at summer camp when he was 15. Kyle bobbed his head and said he thought that was ‘short enough’. He wondered what his wife was going to say. He’d been too busy watching his own haircut to notice how Brad was doing. When the barber turned him around, Brad was sitting next to Johnny, waiting. Then Kyle’s eyes grew wide.
Brad sat still as he was prepared for his head to be lightened. When his barber began at the back, lifting up his hair and putting the guard-less blades at the nape of his neck, he started at the cold touch. The blades warmed as they passed up his neck and over the back of his head. The barber had held the clump of hair and let it fall over Brad’s shoulder into his lap. He started at the bottom and went up to the top again and again, filling Brad’s lap with his long, if somewhat tangled hair. Around the right side, then around the ear, and finally the sideburns were released from his head. Then starting at the back again he went around the left side. When that sideburn fell, the barber turned the chair around so Brad could see. What he saw was a mound of hair in his lap that used to be on the sides of his head. ‘Hell. It was going to be short.’ He cocked his head to one side and asked, "ok boss, what’s next?" The barber put a guard on the clippers and snapped them on. "Just this." With that he put them at the front of Brad’s head and pushed them over the back. Stroke after stroke until every hair was about 6 inches shorter. The clippers turned off, the barber set them aside and took out his scissors and comb. He went up the sides, shaping and evening out the gradual taper to the top. The comb was put away and the barber used his fingers to snip the hair to the right length. Then the comb to bring it over, then up and using that comb as a guide he brought the length down to about 1 ½ inches at it’s longest and an inch at the shortest on top. Setting his tools aside he told Brad he was leaning him back over the sink where he rinsed his hair off, used a little shampoo and rinsed again. Before raising the chair back in the up right position he toweled his hair ‘til it was nearly dry. Then used a new dry towel to finish after he was set back up right. Next was a squirt of brylcream rubbed between the palms and massaged through his hair. Now it was parted and combed over. The cape was unclipped and turned down into his lap, the paper strip removed. Hot lather was put all around the bottom edge of the haircut. His barber used a straight razor to clean that up. The sideburns were shortened to be only about 1/3 the way down in front of the ear. He used the small towel to clean it all up. Then the cape was removed from his lap and the chair lowered. Brad got out and turned to look in the mirror. He shook his head and reached up to feel the sides. He now looked like a business man out to mow his own lawn rather than a hard working lawn maintenance man. Barbara, his girlfriend, had been trying for a long time to get his hair cut. She was gonna like this. Now, if it would tan up as good as Johnny’s had, it would look pretty good. He sat down beside Johnny to wait for Kyle to be finished.
Johnny paid for the haircuts and even gave a generous tip. They went next door to have a cup of coffee. Brad and Kyle kept looking at each others haircut. "I don’t believe we’ve done it." They looked at their reflection in the glass window. "Damn. Now my wife’s gonna want me to dress up." "I expect Barbara’s gonna want to walk the aisle before long. Thank’s buddy." After the coffee they figured they might as well call it a day. The weather didn’t look like it was going to get any better, the rain was already heavier. Johnny got dropped off first. When Brad dropped Kyle off he asked, "whose brilliant idea was it to let our buddy talk us into this?" Kyle snorted, "he didn’t talk us into it, he led us like sheep to the shearer. But, you know, you do look a heap better. I’ll see you in the morning." He laughed as he got out of the truck and walked quickly up to his house.
Brad drove on to his place. He pulled around back to his big shelter that covered his truck and trailer with the lawn equipment. The first thing he did was wipe down all the equipment. Keeping it clean was helping it last longer. Today it just needed to have the seats dried off then use the air compressor to blow the water off the rest. That done he went into the house to change clothes. First he gave his girlfriend a call to see what time she was taking lunch. She said that today it was from 12:00 to 1:00. He would stop by and pick her up, they would go to the little café for a bite to eat. She said that would be great. He would park right out in front so that she could just dash out if it wasn’t raining too hard. He had about an hour before he would meet Barbara. A quick shower, just to be fresh. In the bathroom he decided to shave, something he hadn’t done since the day before. He continued to study his new haircut. It looked good, except for the pale sides. But a few days in the sun would fix that. He was glad he had gotten a tube of the brylcream. He found a comb to put the hair cut back in order. He put on a clean pair of khakis and a striped polo shirt. Checked his hair and started out the door. It was a good thing she would recognize his jeep and not be looking for him, she might not recognize him. The rain had let up quite a bit in front of the bank where she worked and Barbara soon dashed out and quickly opened the door and got in. She almost jumped back out of the jeep before she recognized his grinning face. She leaned over and gave him a big kiss, "now THAT looks real good. I like it." She sat back over in her seat as he backed up and started down the street. "What made you do it?" "I don’t know. It was raining and we stopped to get a cup of coffee before giving the day up. Johnny was leading and we were just following behind. Instead of the little coffee shop he opened the door to the barbershop and there we were. You should see Kyle’s flat top. He looks like a Marine with a high and tight. And I don’t guess you’ve seen Johnny since he shaved his head." They had lunch at the little diner a few blocks down. While they were eating he asked her when she’d like to get married. She sat there stunned for a minute. "I thought you were waiting?" "Waiting is over. I think it’s time we set a date, don’t you?" She smiled, "tomorrow is a little early. How about the end of September? We can take our honeymoon up in the mountains and see the fall colors, before you have to start work raking the leaves when they are brown and falling off the trees." "That sounds good to me. I do love you. Tonight we’ll shop for a ring."
Kyle got in the house and went first to look in the bathroom mirror. He shook his head unbelieving that he had let it get cut so short. He wasn’t sure how Suzanne was going to take it, even if she had been bugging him about getting it cut shorter. This was short. But, it did look pretty good on him. Glad he worked out of doors and his scalp would tan up in a couple of days. He called Suzanne at work and asked if she’d like to go out that night to eat. "What’s the occasion?" "A celebration." "What for?" "You will have to wait and see. But I hope you like it." "Kyle?" "Not now honey, later. We’ll get dressed up and go out and do something special." Suzanne loved to get dressed up. She was a good looking gal. She also like to go out. She wondered what he meant by ‘dressed up’, guess she would know later. There was that cute little number at the department store. She’d run over there at lunch and have something new to wear. Kyle took a shower and made sure he shaved his face clean. He had started to grow a little moustache and goatee, that came off smooth. He dressed and took the truck out to the little mall. There was a mens department store there that might have a suit that would fit. A young guy, didn’t look to be much more than 21 took his measurements and headed him to the right rack. There was a really neat, modern fit, navy blue shadow stripe suit that fit perfectly. That with a really pale, almost white dress shirt with a small collar matched with a narrow dark blue tie completed the outfit. His black dress shoes and navy blue socks would be just fine. He was in luck, the tailor was still in and could have them hemmed in about 20 minutes if he wanted to wait. They put the suit in a hang up bag and Kyle left to find the one hour laundry that would wash and press his shirt out. The lady said she’d just put it in with the next load and it would be ready about 2:30 or 3:00. Kyle went by the florist and got some flowers. Suzanne would think he’d done something really wrong. But what the heck, he’d just gotten his hair cut, short. He was at the computer when she came home. She passed by and said she was taking a shower and wouldn’t be too long. "That’s ok. We have reservations at 6:30." "Do you think Brad and his girl would join us for dinner?" "I don’t know. I’ll give him a call." Suzanne went on into the bedroom slipping out of her clothes as she went. It was a little before 5:00. While she was taking her shower and combing out her hair in the bathroom, Kyle got dressed in his new suit. He would wait to put the jacket on when they got to the restaurant. He had also let the salesman talk him into suspenders, not the clip on kind, but those that fit over installed buttons. The tailor had even taken off the belt loops so it would look natural, not like he had forgotten to wear one. It took several seconds for her to really see Kyle’s new haircut. "Wow! I really like that. Are you planning on joining the Marines?" "I hadn’t thought about it, but maybe I should give it a shot. Would you like that?" She came up to him and put her arms around him, "sweetheart, I will follow wherever you go, whatever you want to do. Maybe you should check it out. You are in good shape", she said as she put a lip lock on him and put her hands up on the back of his neck to feel the bare scalp, "it’s not a bad future, even if there is a war going on. You just do what will make you happy." She went to the mirror to brush her hair and to put her face on. At six they were ready to go. "Kyle. You are the handsomest man I know." "And you are the prettiest girl." "What did Brad say?" "Oh, we are going to stop by and pick them up. I warned him he had to "get dressed up. Barb was excited about something and was trying to say something, but Brad told her to let it keep til later. Whatever that’s about, I guess we’ll find out."
Suzanne took her camera,
she wanted pictures. The girls moved into the back seat and let Kyle and Brad have the front. All the guys heard was constant whispering about what was going on. "Too bad Johnny won’t be there. We could be the three stooges." The girls weren’t paying much attention. Kyle told Brad he was going to see if the Marines would give him a shot. Brad said he didn’t think Suzanne would go for that, but you never knew. It was a nice little French Restaurant, a bottle of wine and a glass of champagne, they were all in a good mood. Suzanne suggested they go out to the mall. It was not a bad idea, they could walk around. Brad knew where this was going. He put on a good face and was glad he’d put the credit card in his wallet. As they walked through the mall, Kyle noticed that they kept wandering into jewelry stores. He whispered to Suzanne, "I think you were right. They are looking at rings." Barb was soon ooohing and aaahhhing at a ring in one of the showcases. The salesman took it out and was going to let her try it on. Brad intercepted the ring and told the salesman to ring it up. He took the tag off and handed it to the man. Then in front of Kyle, Suzanne and several folks walking by, Brad got down on one knee and asked Barb if she would marry him. She blushed a little, but said yes and held out her finger. He slipped it on, got up and gave her a real lip locking kiss. Suzanne had managed to get her camera out in time and got a picture of Brad on his knee asking her and putting the ring on her finger. "It’s too bad we gotta go to work in the morning. We should be getting back to our house." Kyle had taken his jacket off when they got to the car. "Those are neat. Where did you get them", asked Barb. "Get what?" "The suspenders. They make your look really sharp, that and that flat top." Kyle told them where he had gotten the suit. He let them at their front door and they were on their way home. Suzanne went on and on about the surprise of Brad asking Barb to marry him. At home they got undressed and went to bed. She couldn’t keep her hand’s off his haircut. The touching turned into love making, then passionate, wonderful sex, as he moved around and began to tongue her pussy. As he raised her excitement, the juices flowed and she quivered with an orgasm. She took the head of his hard erect cock and began to lick it. His own passion rose. She pulled him back around and began to nip at his neck and tweak his nipples. She rolled him over on his back and straddled him, raising up and lowering her dripping cunt over his hard cock. She carefully guided it in, lowering all the way down. One of the things she loved about Kyle was the size and length of his erection. It filled her. She raised and lowered up and down building up a rhythm that gave them both satisfaction. Kyle soon was thrusting upward with his hips joining her orgasm with his own climax. She moaned in ecstacy and he gasped in his release, ejaculating deep up into her vagina. They began to relax and lay beside each other having gentle love after the great sex. They fell asleep, not waking until the morning as the sun began to peep through the window. She kissed him and gave his head one last rub. "That was the best last night" she said to him. He kissed her back. There were no words that could follow. She had to be to work, he would go when Brad showed and honked the horn.
Kyle did get his bath and dressed in his old jeans before Brad honked the horn. They had yesterday to make up for. Johnny was waiting for them. He said he would follow in his jeep, he had to stop and get a few things after they finished today. He wasn’t surprised at all that Brad had gotten engaged. He was surprised when Kyle said he was thinking about joining the Marines. "I’m sure you would make a good one though." They took extra care with the yard that day. They were all using sun screen and working without hats. After the day was done, Johnny said he would see them in the morning and left in his jeep. He stopped in a beauty/barber supply store and came out with a couple of bags. At home he took the items out and read the directions and set everything up.
Connie came home excited. It was their day to go jogging before supper. She loved to see Johnny in the skimpy running shorts and the tank top, although sometimes he only wore the shorts. They ran their usual course then came home to a simple dinner. That was as long as she could wait though. After the dishes were finished and put away she took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. He began to strip. "You’re really going to let me do it?" Johnny pointed to the instrument waiting for her. She got a clean flat sheet and lay it over the bed. He lay down on his back with his legs spread apart. She had taken off her own clothes and walked around the side of the bed. She picked up the clippers and snapped them on. They gave out a whirr as the sharp blades passed over each other. She leaned over and kissed him, lowering the clippers towards his hairy chest. She cut a strip right down the center. Then began to take more care and made circles around his nipples. When the chest was bare she moved down to his belly. There was only the hair down to his navel. Without even a pause she went around the navel and quickly mowed off his pubic hair. He gave a little jump at that. She had only talked about shaving his chest. It was going to be more than that he realized as she swooped on down and mowed his pubes off. She told him to bend his legs up, but to keep the spread. She continued clipping the hair around his pecker and balls, then while holding them up, she took those whirring blades on into the crack in his cheeks. While he thought she was surely done, she began on his legs, going around his thighs, then on down around his lower legs. It wasn’t perfectly smooth, but they could take care of that in the shower. He was sure she was finished now. ‘What?!!’ She had moved back up towards his chest. She raised his arms and took the hair out of his pits, then on down the arm. "In the shower honey." He sat up. "Wait a minute." She moved around to his back and went over his shoulders. "Now, let’s get to the shower." Johnny thought it felt weird, no hair anywhere except his eyebrows. But he kept quiet. You never knew what a woman with a pair of clippers and a hair fetish might do. He rinsed off like she told him to. Then she got into the shower with him and began to lather his chest, tummy and down around his cock. She shaved it all smooth. She had him turn around and she shaved his back, his ass and on down the back of his legs, then around to the front. After rinsing him off again, she lathered his arms and pits and shaved them smooth. For a finish Connie went over his pubic and crotch area. His cock was already erect and after the shaving, it was throbbing for release. She dried him off then made him stand still while she rubbed him down with oil until he gleamed. She toweled him off but the glow was still on his skin, soft and smooth. She told him to go take the sheet with his body hair off the bed, carefully. She toweled herself dry and came in to join him. She slid over him and tenderly went over his whole body with her hands, lips and tongue. Johnny was practically helpless underneath her hands. She finally climbed up and lowered herself, taking his swollen member deep inside. She rode him until he gasped in his ecstacy and release. Then they lay together, touching and caressing each other until sleep overtook them.
Johnny’s partners seemed not to notice his smooth arms the next day. His arms were well tanned and didn’t show hair too well anyway. After a hard days work they noticed that he was still smiling, and had a look like there was going to be some excitement later. Little did they know or suspect how far into the hair fetish Johnny and Connie had gotten. She was in for a real surprise tonight. They had a quiet dinner and even watched an hour of tv together. He got up without saying anything and went to the bedroom. He put a clean sheet over the bed and set out the tools. Connie grew curious and soon turned off the tv and followed. "Your turn." was all he said as he started to help her undress. He was already down to his shorts. "Sit right there in the middle", he told her. She sat wondering what he was planning to do. He sat behind her and began to comb out her shoulder length hair. She always liked it when he did that. She was almost purring and was relaxed when he leaned over and picked up the clippers. Her eyes were closed so she didn’t really see the large guard he had put on them. She did her them snap on and the whirring as he held her hair up and put the clippers right at the nape of her neck and plowed upward. There was quickly and handful of hair laying on the sheet. Connie had sat really straight when he began. But with that initial shock, she relaxed while he sheared off handful after handful of hair. Going around one side then the other. She had been thinking about having her hair cut anyway. She was excited and beginning to wet as the warmth blossomed in her pussy. His next cut caused her to gasp, an orgasm without even being touched there. He went over the top of her head until everything was the same length. He took her hairbrush and went over it all brushing away the loose hair. It just didn’t look quite right. He took the guard off and picked up the comb. Maybe he could do it like the barbers did when working on the sides. He thought he was doing a good job. He tapered it up gradually. The top was two inches long and soft. The sides went from about 1/16th of an inch until it merged rather smoothly with the top. There was hair clippings all over the bed. Thank goodness he had used the sheet. He brushed it out and said it was time to go shower. She glanced in the mirror over the sink as they walked past it. "Lord, it’s almost like a flat top." But she liked it. She eagerly pulled him into the shower and turned on the warm water. They had their hands all over each other. They were still young and he was a pretty strong man. He raised her up and lowered her onto his eagerly waiting pole. Holding her, he probed deeply into her pussy. She soon began a series of shuddering orgasms. Johnny himself was feeling his throbbing cock. With a cry he came. After a few minutes their mutual satisfaction having reached a new plane, they came down and finished showering. They turned the shower off and toweled each other dry. Her now short hair was nearly dry from just the toweling. The blow dryer finished it in record time. He was fascinated by it’s softness. But now he could see her pretty little ears. He took the sheet from the bed, careful not to scatter the hair over the bed or the floor. They lay down together and again began to make love. She was sensitive to his every touch. She was surprised that he hadn’t shaved her tush. "I like it down there. It holds your odor when I’m down there. He turned around and began to tongue her clit. Then licked through the curly bush, spreading her juice. He moved around until his face was completely in her crotch, his tongue working and his nose sniffing through the hair of her mound. Connie soon came to another orgasm. He lapped up the sweet juice and rubbed his whole face and the top of his smooth head in it. He then got up and went to rinse off again. They lay together once more caressing and talking love talk until sleep came on them.
Brad was married 3 months later, Kyle, just home from bootcamp, with his high and tight flat top, was his best man. Brad and Johnny had saved up money all summer and were both going to start college that fall and keep some of the yard work on the side to help cover expenses. Johnny also had the GI Bill to lean on, that and his wife who was back at work. When Brad started to let his hair grow long again. After about two weeks, on a Saturday, Suzanne took him on a ‘date’. He said he would go anywhere she wanted. He even got dressed up a bit, not in a suit, but nice dress pants and a button up shirt. He was really shocked when she stopped in front of the barbershop and walked around to open his door. He got out. "What’s this?" "Haircut time. You are getting shaggy and I like it short. Inside, your barber is waiting." Brad walked in side. Sure enough, the last chair was empty and the barber was smiling. "It’s nice to see you back Brad. Have a seat." Brad sat down and his barber began to set him up with the paper strip, then fastening the cape snugly over that. Without a pause he took up his newest clippers. Red bodied, thin blades with narrow sharp teeth that slid over each other with a quiet whirring. Gently pushing Brads head to one side, he began on the sideburn in front of his right ear. With these 000000 blades, there was virtually no hair left behind, just bare skin. He didn’t go all the way to the top, staying about an inch down, but higher than the first haircut he had given Brad that rainy day several months previous. When finished, all around the sides and back was bare skin. The top was reduced to two inches. Brad sat without complaining, actually seeming to enjoy having the sides lathered and shaved smooth.
After the haircut she took him to buy some new clothes. No more boxers, from now on tighty whitey’s and v-neck tee shirts. His polo shirts were gone, only button up shirts with button down collars. He could keep his jeans for the yard work, but he got 5 new pair of casual pants. Winter was not too far away, she found him a bomber jacket with a detachable sheep skin collar. Lace up shoes for everyday wear and a pair of high top black leather boots for work. She got him a black leather cap and two cloth caps, but no more baseball style. She took him home and made him change clothes. "What for?" "We’re still on our ‘date’, and since I’m treating, you have to change for the occasion. Brad got out of his clothes, "the boxers go too." Tighty whitey’s, a V-neck tee shirt, ...... Then she saw the dark hair curling out the V, well, that would be taken care off too. "He put on one of the new shirts and a pair of khaki’s. He hated new shoes, but put them on. She took his old loafers and put them out in the garage. "I guess you are ready now for the next outing." Back in the car she headed to the new spa that had just opened. This was a reward for going along with everything so far. If he only knew what was coming. They checked in and were separated. She to the ladies section for her relaxing massage and renewal. Brad was led off to another room. He needed to strip down and take a warm shower first. Then a wrap around so he wouldn’t feel so naked. He’d already been barbered, so that was taken care of. A manicure and pedicure. He sat still as they trimmed his nails and massaged his hands and feet with a relaxing lotion. Then the tough part: he got up on the table as directed. Brad figured he was going to get a nice warm relaxing massage. He couldn’t wait. A pillow was put under his head and he was told to just relax. The room was warm and he was ready to drowse off. Two burly men came on either side of the table and strapped his arms out, then his legs at the knees and ankles. "What’s going on?" "Just getting you ready. Your wife has planned for some changes." "Tied down?" "It’s best. It will keep you still." In came a really handsome man, perhaps about 24 or 25. He looked to be an almost perfect specimen of manhood. The bully boys came back, bringing what looked like a slow cooker. It was, but instead of food it held warm melted wax. It was quickly spread in a long strip down the center of Brad’s chest. A strip of muslin cloth was pressed into it. In a couple of minutes it had cooled and now held his chest hair bound to it. With a swift upward motion, the waxed cloth and the hair it held was ripped off. Behind was a smooth 4 inch wide layer of bare skin. The procedure was repeated until Brad’s chest and tummy were completely naked. "We’d better shorten the pubes before we wax." "You can’t wax that!" Brad’s chest felt like fire ants had worked over it. He couldn’t imagine what waxing his pubes would be like. The men paid him little heed and proceeded to mow his curly hair off until it was about 1/3 of an inch. Then the wax was spread over it and the cloth laid into the wax. He held his breath as the technician reached for the edge of the cloth. "Oh God !" He cried out loud as it felt like his cock was going to come with the hair. It only took 10 rips until he was smooth all around. The few hairs that the waxing missed were tweezed out. Brad felt like he was on fire when they began massaging in a lotion. At first the lotion was soothing, then it began to warm, perhaps it even felt hot on his skin that had just been stripped of all the little hairs. With the lotion slathered on, they left him to lay there quietly for fifteen minutes or so. When they came back the technician began scraping the lotion off with a plastic spatula. "What is that stuff? It smells horrible." "It’s a depilatory cream. After a waxing, it sinks down into the little hair follicles and kills most of them so that your hair won’t grow back. It may take a couple of treatments, but it works really well on most people. Now you won’t have to worry about it but maybe a couple more times." Once the cream was all scraped away. His front was washed with a cool water bath and dried. Then a soothing lotion was massaged over all the stripped and burned area. That really did feel good. Brad lay back and began to relax, enjoying the ministrations. He closed his eyes. He really wasn’t prepared when he felt the warm wax being spread over his arm. They even waxed his pits. More of the depilatory cream was slathered on, even over the hands and fingers. While that was doing it’s work, the technician moved down to his legs. You never get used to the hair being ripped off, no matter where. It took another half hour to finish his front. The bully boys came back and turned him over. He stoically lay still while they finished waxing what hadn’t been done laying on is back. He winced as they did between the cheeks of his ass. It took an hour to have him hairless, smooth and relaxed with a soothing oil massage. They moved him to another room with a bed with smooth, satiny clean white sheets. It was almost like a hospital room he was thinking when the door opened and Barbara came in wearing a sheer robe that floated around her. She looked like an angel. A beautiful angel. Brad’s body was sensitive all over from his ordeal. She came over and dropped the robe and crawled up beside him on the bed. He felt every touch, his whole body tingled as she softly stroked him and told him how much she loved him. She began to kiss him and he responded with growing excitement. His naked cock raised up, standing tall and full. She moved down and kissed it then ran her tongue around it. Her cunt was warm and juicy. He usually liked for her to mount him, but today she lay on her back and pulled him on top. Skillfully she guided his swollen prick into her waiting vagina lips. They were well practiced at sex. Brad knew just where and how to give Barbara total enjoyment while making it last. They were coming to climax together. He stabbed deep and her hips rose to meet him. They collapsed together, still caressing and whispering their love to each other. When the euphoria wore off and they were ready to get up, she asked what he thought of their date. He didn’t understand why she wanted him hairless and did she have any idea how much it hurt? They showered together and dried each other off. When they came out she told him he needed to go back to the other room before he got dressed. Just as well, that’s where his clothes were. They told him to get back up on the table, now recovered with a clean sheet. Once more he was given a soothing massage and toweled down to perfection. Barbara came in as he was starting to get dressed. Those short rise tighty whiteys showed his narrow waist and hips off. There was no curling hair hanging out the v-neck tee shirt. After he was dressed and ready to go, Suzanne gave him a really big kiss, then buttoned the top button on his shirt. He moved to unbutton it, she pulled his hands down. "Leave it. I like you nice and cleaned up." Brad put his hands down. He wasn’t really complaining, but somehow the love of his life had taken over. His body could feel every thread of his clothes where hey touched. They went to get something to eat. He was self conscious and felt that everyone was looking at him. Back at home, Barbara had him undress completely. The sliding closet door in the spare bedroom was covered with mirror. She made him go examine himself. With here digital camera she began to take pictures, even getting him up on the bed to pose. When she had taken all the pics she wanted she left him. It had been a grueling day. He soon dozed off to sleep.
Barbara went to her computer and downloaded the pictures from her camera. She was a pretty good photographer and there was very little editing that needed to be done. Then she printed out her favorites. The next day was Sunday. She had Brad up and soon dressed for church. Connie met Barbara and they were off whispering before they went inside. Johnny noted Brad’s new haircut. Brad was thinking, ‘if he only knew about yesterday and my hairless body’. Brad had just never really looked at Johnny at work and noticed his hairless arms. If Brad had only known that Connie had told Barbara about how nice a hairless man was, which led to his waxing. Johnny still had to shave every day, especially his crotch. He had tried to let it grow out, but it itched and he was unable to keep from scratching. Brad would go through two more waxings and depilatory treatments. Each time the result was tremendous sex.
Then the girls thought it would be fun to go to the heated pool at the Y to show off their men. They had to shop on-line to find the men’s bikini like swim trunks, instead of the baggy shorts style. The girls decided Johnny and Connie would get there first, get changed and be in the pool. Then Brad and Barbara would come. When Brad said he didn’t have swimming suit, she told him not to worry, hefting the sports bag and saying she had gotten him one. He balked again when she handed him the towel and sent him to shower and put it on. ‘There probably won’t be anyone here that knows me anyway’. He thought as he went to meet her. ‘Wow!’ Barbara looked really great in the one piece she wore. Walking into the pool area, the first thing he saw was Johnny’s head in the water. He tried to back up, but Barb just gave him a look that implied he was not going to back out. He handed her the towel, walked out and quicky jumped in the pool. Barbara had to admit that Brad had a nice body and wore the swimming suit well. ‘What a hunk’. She felt so lucky to have such a handsome man. Connie and Barbara drew away from the pool so they could watch their men. They laughed and talked. The guys were trying to figure out, especially Brad, how to get out without everyone looking at his hairless body. Johnny had gotten used to his shaved body and just got out. Brad was still self conscious but got out. Johnny just nodded his head when he saw that there was no hair on Brad’s chest, arms or legs. "Did she take the pubes off too?" Brad almost blushed. He did roll his eyes. "You?" "No hair anywhere except my brows. All you need to do is shave the head now." "I don’t think so. She likes this ‘little boy’ look haircut." They stayed for another hour, all of them got in the pool and swam, splashed each other and played. Afterwards, Johnny and Brad went to change. A quick but thorough shower. Brad used the lotion Barb had included in his little bag. Then he got dressed. The shirt buttoned all the way up. Also in the bag was some gel for his hair. He ran it through his hair until it looked about the way she liked it. He asked Johnny if he’d like to meet them at the Running Deer restaurant for dinner. Johnny said that would be nice. "Suit and tie, so I don’t feel too conspicuous, please." "Ok. We’ll tell the girls they have to wear a dress. Connie likes those pants things. But a dress is so much more sexy on her."
There was a call waiting for Brad when they got home. Kyle had just come into town. He had been meritoriously promoted to Corporal and he was on two weeks leave before shipping out overseas. Brad gave him a quick call. Sure, he and Suzanne would be there at 7:00. They all arrived at just about the same time. Kyle wore his Green Alpha uniform, Brad had a really dark brown with lighter brown and orange window panes, Johnny was wearing his navy blue shadow stripe suit. The girls looked very pretty in dresses. Connie was still mumbling about not being able to wear her silky black pants. Johnny had told her to be a good sport. She gave a wry smile and said she supposed she should after they guys had gone along with the ladies whims. It was a great reunion of three friends. All had started out with hair down to their shoulders. Now one was shaved smooth, one had a high and tight flat top, and one had a shaved high and tight short top haircut. Two were hairless except for their eyebrows. But they were all happy. Suzanne was moving back to their old house with their kids while Corporal Kyle was overseas. And to the surprise of no one after the hot sex that they had been having, Connie and Barbara were both expecting. What ... oh, expecting boys. They couldn’t wait until they started getting their hair cut. Probably buzzed until they were teenagers, then high and tights, maybe flat tops. The boys would hate their parents, maybe, but maybe it would be cool to look like dad or the ‘honorable’ uncle.
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