There was a little barbershop by my house. I had never been, but I knew it stayed open late on Thursday nights.

I had a challenging few months, was just out of a long relationship with my gf, and I was promoted in my company which was requiring a cross country move.

It was a Thursday and my last day at this office. I had the movers coming the next morning. My company gave me 2 months paid leave to transfer to my new location, get settled, etc. Because of me winding up my old position I had been working 16 hour days for about 2 months straight. So, my hair was long and shaggy.

After a few celebratory/goodbye drinks with co-workers, I headed home and saw the barbershop was still open. Spontaneously, I pulled in. The shop was old and musty. The barber was in his mid-50s, old school flattop. He had a customer in the chair and I asked if he had time for one more. The barber said, ‘if you let me cut it how I want.’ I said ok, and sat in one of the waiting chairs. The guy in the barber chair says, ‘don’t let him do it how he wants, you’ll look like a marine.’

The barber says something about not scaring me off, and offers me a beer, and points to the fridge. I go grab a beer. The barber asks me to turn off the open sign as he finishes up with his customer. After the customer leaves, the barber offers me another beer and a cigar. I took another beer, and he lights a cigar.

We chit chat for a bit, where are you from, etc., and he tells me to get in his chair. He asked if I’m married, I told him I’m just out of a relationship, and he says, ‘he’s between boyfriends.’ Then jokes that we should date. I told him I was moving across country tomorrow.

He then asks me how long since ‘I had this shaggy mess cut?’ I told him a few months, and he asked if I wanted a business man special? I told him I didn’t really care, and he was spraying water and combing it, and again asked, ‘if he should use the clippers or scissors?’ Again, I told him I didn’t care.

He kind of forcefully put the comb on the counter and picked up his clippers. He looked at me and said, ‘son that’s the third time you told me, in my shop, you don’t care why I do to your hair. So, I’m gonna do what I want. Do you understand?’ I said yes sir.

He showed me the clippers, and said, ‘these have no guard, and I’m using them on you, right now. Do you understand?’ I said yes. He turned the chair away from the mirror, he took a puff of his cigar and blew the smoke in my face. He said, ‘it’s yes sir, understand.’

I felt so turned on and helpless in this moment. I muttered a yes, and my cock throbbed when he clicked the clippers to life.

He put the clippers about one inch from the front of my head and just plowed them straight down the middle. He asked me ‘if I ever had a horseshoe flattop.’ I said no. He said that I was about too. He told me how much the haircut turned him on, and he would think about me being his ‘shoed bitch for a long time’.

He spent the next thirty minutes or so meticulously shaving my head. Little was said between us, however a few times he’d brush past my hand on the arm rest and I could feel his dick, hard. I knew I wasn’t leaving that shop without sucking his dick.

He straight razored my head twice, and finally uncaped me and turned me around. My hair had never been this short. I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. I was never hornier in my life. As I was paying him, he said to me, ‘I’m going to fantasize about shooting jets of cum on your landing strip the rest of my life.’ I looked at him and said, ‘no sir, you will not. You will remember the time you did it.’ I immediately dropped to my knees and grabbed his throbbing cock through his black jeans.

He hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pulled them down and let his hard, uncut, 5” cock free. I bent my head down and he rubbed his cock on my smooth head, and I took him in my mouth. His cock was musky and sweaty. His bush was thick and full. I rubbed his hard dick on my landing strip and he moaned. I again took his cock in my mouth. 30 second later he pulls out and shoots three ropes across my bald head. Then aggressively face fucks me for another minute or so and pulls out and shoots another rope on my face.

He pulls his pants up and tells me to drive home like a bitch covered in his cum. I did and immediately gobbled up his cum with my finger. Not two minutes later i flipped my legs over my head and shot a massive load on my newly minted faggot face.