Return of the Barber: Couple’s Counseling

Leon grabbed the back of Terry’s head and brought it in for a kiss. As soon as their lips met, Terry’s tongue was tapping at Leon’s teeth, which parted so the tongue could continue into his mouth. Thee men rubbed their giant callused hands over the fade haircuts they had just gotten. Terry with some extra designs etched into the back. And Leon’s given a slight rinse to bring out the red tones of his afro. Since Leon’s arm was wrapped around Terry’s head to bring him in for the kiss, Terry felt a slight tingle as Leon flexed his bowling ball sized bicep right next to Terry’s ear, making contact with the multiple piercing in his ear and slightly knocking them into his scalp. It was hard to say which of the two African American men had the darker skin, and their tighter than tight, whiter than white Spandex workout shirts played that up all the more in contrast. The giant black muscle men broke their clutch and gave each other a slight embarrassed smile. Through their tight gym Lycra shorts they were wearing it was clear that they not only had gotten hard ons, but shot their loads in their shorts. And all this in front of the Barber who had just given them such great haircuts.

“Sorry about that man. Thanks again for the stylin’.”

“Considering the state you had let yourselves get into, you gentlemen made it too easy. Come back any time. Grooming young men to be the best they can is my job, and my pleasure. ” The Barber said picking up some discarded t-shirts off the floor.

“Shit babe, how we gonna walk down the street like this?” Leon said referring to the wet stain and massive hard on showing through his shorts.

“Why not tie your sweatshirts around your waists?” The Barber said picking up a pair of discarded t-shirts off the floor. He held them out, both were thin, sleeveless and have a large swastika symbols ironed onto the front. He gave them a shake and they became 4X large light purple hoody sweatshirts. Now with ‘Downtown Gym – Registered Trainer’ silk-screened on the back. The two men took their sweats and wrapped the around their ridiculously thin waists for men with such ridiculously wide shoulders and massive chests.

The two musclemen, without breaking eye contact, left the shop, but held the door open for the middle aged husband and wife who were entering as they were leaving. It’s not even clear if the two men had even noticed them.

“Good grief, now THOSE were real men Harold.” The wife said still staring at the men as they walked down the street together.

“Yea, what ever.” The husband said taking off his jacket, and throwing it onto one of the chairs in the waiting area. “You got time or do I need an appointment?”

“Never need an appointment in this shop sir.” The Barber said brushing away what looked like long dyed blonde hair off of the barber chair. Harold might of thought is strange that remnants of someone’s former extreme Mohawk was left in a chair that was just exited by a hulking black man, but he had other things on his mind. Like if he was going to be able to make it to the end of the day without pushing Liz out into traffic. “Feel free to flip through the array of magazines while I take care of your husband Madame.”

“Sure, sure….hey….some of these magazines are from the 50’s….this one’s from the early 1940’s.”

“It’s called ‘Retro’, I believe.”

“It’s called cheap” Liz mumbled taking a seat. Just like Harold to pick a place like this. Why do something right when you can do something half assed for less. “Want to flip through these for inspiration Harold? 1950 is about your style, ain’t it?”
“Isn’t that when ‘Real Men’ lived.” Harold barked at his wife of 35 years before turning to the Barber and saying. “Just a trim” He wasn’t a large man, per say, in that he was only 5’6” or so, overweight but not obese. His well worn clothes seemed to suggest he weighted more than he did due to their tightness. His brown hair was not an interesting brown in anyone’s description, and the grey hair was just that, grey without being distinguished. Instead of aging gracefully, Harold had just aged. He was given little to work with and done even less with it.

“Sure was. Men who knew how to take care of themselves and to take care of those they loved.”

“Let’s not start this here and now. I take care of you as well as you’ll let me. You just never seemed satisfied with what I’m willing to do.”

“Not what you’re willing to do, but the person willing to do it.” Liz again muttered, flipping the magazine close. She leaned back in the chair and sighed. Unlike Harold, Liz’s weight was very much on the too much side of too much. One of those people who sits down and their belly’s are so large it pushes everything up. Harold always thought that if she kept that up, her tits would cover her face. Not that he’d mind since it would mean they also covered her mouth and he could get some peace.

“If I might say, you’re the second couple I’ve had in here today. Which is appropriate since it’s Couples Day. Can I offer you my special two for one deal? Full shampoo and cut for the two of you, for the price of the gentleman’s trim.”

“No way. Nothing personal, you look like a nice man, but I’m not having a men’s barber cut my hair.”

“Come on Liz. You just said you wanted someone to take care of you. Here you go, he’s even offering it for free.”

Liz stared at the Barber for a moment. There was just something about the look in his eyes that made her decide to give it a shot. “Nothing funny now.” She said lifting herself out of the chair and crossing the room to get into the barber chair next to her husband. “At least you’re between me and the window so no one can see me getting this.”

“In a world filled with cell phones and hand held computer game and….cell phones that play computer games, no one has time to window shop anymore. Which, in a way, is good. Almost like no one can see the new you till you leave the shop. Now, I’ll just lean you both back and start washing your hair.”

The Barber finished fixing the clothes around the couple’s neck and flipped the foot pedal on Harold’s chair, leaning his head back into the sink. There wasn’t a lot of hair left on the top of Harold’s head, but the Barber worked the shampoo into the sides and back. As the water and shampoo went down the drain, so did the brown in Harold’s hair. Leaving behind pure black hair. And where Harold’s hair had been slightly curly, this new hair was straight, almost silky.

The Barber let the sink fill up with a bit more water as he rubbed some conditioner into the hair. “Going to leave you soaking now for a bit while I take care of your wife. Stay there.”

The Barber moved over to Liz and started taking the hair pins out of her do’. After a minute he was able to release her hair from the nest she had created for herself in an attempt at styling gone very wrong. She had much more grey than Harold, obvoiu8sluy tried to conceal it with the almost hair bun she had created. It was long, much longer than it appeared when done up. But also much more dry and brittle. Leaning her back, the Barber started washing her hair as he had Harold’s. And Liz’s hair too turned pitch black and straight at a ruler. Only more so given its length. Darker than her hair had been even in her youth.

“Going to leave you soaking a bit too. More hair needs more soaking. Just relax. I’ll take care of Harold and be right back.”
The Barber returned the Harold, drained the water form the sink and lifted him back into a sitting position while running a towel over his hair to dry it out some. When the towel was removed, Harold saw for the first time the deep black hair the shampooing left. For a second it startled him but then, he realized, it was what he wanted, but not quite.

“I think we’ll start with getting the hair a bit longer, it that’s alright?” The Barber said taking out his comb and starting to run it through Harold’s hair. With each pass the years started to fall off of Harold. Combing out the back, which got the length of the hair down to mid shoulder blade had Harold at his early 30’s. Quite a drop from the mid 50’s he started at. But no where near where he was going to wind up. Next the Barber combed out the sides. The length of the black hair stretched out and out till it was long past his ears, and Harold as long past his mid 20’s. Finally, the comb started working on the top of Harold’s head. What had been thinning out became thick, full and beautiful. And Harold was 18 again.

“Yes, the long hair does look good. But not really the fashion these days. I can see why you’d like to go for the razor cut.”
Harold studied his faced in the mirror. Yea, that’s right. Long hair is so out. Not even fun to take care of anymore. Really needed something he could give more attention to. He deserved it.

The Barber took out his long straight razor he usually saved for shaving certain customers. Using the comb to lift the hair up, the Barber started carefully slicing off the end of the hair, leaving ore of a jagged cut. He started with the top of the head, lifting the hair up about 5 good inches in one place and slicing it off. But unlike Samson, as Harold had his hair cut down, he started gaining strength.

The shoulders started filling out first, quickly followed by the back. Nice wide but not overly muscled back formed against the chair. It shifted down to his arms, his lost their covering of hair and started to fill out. Again, not incredible muscle bound but a definite gym bunny in the making. The biceps were long and full, deep veins popped across the top and disappeared under the arms. The chest came next, rounding off, filling in, the nipples taking a slightly downward drag. This was over the growing 8 pack that appeared on his stomach. This is where Harold had been concentrating his work out. More than one of the guys had compared it to egg bread, with if deep valleys and rounded mounds. They weren’t the kind that were perfectly horizontal, but one just slightly above the other. Their size moving the out of the way. His stomach was also his obsession. When he moved just right, it moved in. Most guys were trying to lose that slight paunch, Harold had created a valley between his cock and belly button. Couldn’t do much to add size to the cock he was given, a good 7 incher, but man was it thick. Shocked more than one of the other shower mates with it Coke can width, and that was when it was soft. The nest of pubic hair, as black as any hair on his head, was the only hair below his head. What wasn’t natural was shaved. Harold’s ass also bubbled up, thanks to all the sit ups. Great side effect he always thought. Round mounds that showed through even his saggiest of jeans. Harold liked how, when he was naked and walked just right, his ass was so perfectly pert that the cheeks didn’t rub up against each other when he took a step. Two perfect globes sitting on top of two muscled yet lean legs. He kept them fine enough, long muscles stretched down to his knee and grew out again at the calf. But when everything fro the waist up is this fine, who’s going to be paying that much attention to the parts that are a bitch to build.

The Barber carefully closed the safety cover over the long straight razor and looked at the 18 year old muscled boy sitting in his chair. Not some giant beast of a bodybuilder, but someone who took their time and sculpted his body. Someone who took care of himself, as Harold was thinking.

“Almost there, but still needs something more. Let’s see how this type of retro style works for you.” the Barber took his comb and started combing the black hair up. When he removed the comb, not only was the hair standing perfectly vertical on Harold’s head, it had changed to a shimmering white. The Barber continued to work his way around the boy’s head. Up and white, up and it was white. Not a natural white. It was one of those great dye jobs that you know is phony, but you k now the person paid a lot for it because it looked so great. When he was done, Harold had a spiky head on silver white hair. Like all good party boys should.

“That’s never going to stay like that. How about some hair spray? Going to need a lot so how about putting your hand over your eyes.” The Barber said taking Harold by the left hand and moving it into place.

The hairspray was picked up off the counter and started covering Harold’s new do. It was blasting out of the can, covering no only his head, but Harold’s face and skin. Which started getting darker. Tanish tones crept across his body. The nipples that were pressing against the half tee, which showed off his abs better, were now a dark brown. And the cock he compared to a coke can all his life was now even more of a coke brown color.

“All done.”

Harold lowered his hands to see the face of an 18 year old Asian guy staring back at him. The white hair looked even more outrageous, if that was possible. The eyes had a thicker lid than before. The nose was smaller, but a little wider at the nostrils. No facial hair certainly, except a thin line of stay hairs for eye brows. His lips were thicker but not much, but they certainly smiled like they hadn’t in a long time.

He moved from the chair, throwing aside the sheet that had been covering him and started at the reflection in the mirror.
“It’s perfect. Can’t believe I got a cut this mad at a shop like this.” he said pulling on the ends of the tower of hair he now had. “How long till the roots show up?”

“About a week and a half, it not more. That’s a pretty expensive hair dye you asked me to use, but it’s worth every penny.”
“Damn right, and I’m worth every penny.”

“Now, while the hair will stay that way, that cut’s going to take a lot of attention.”

“Just what I wanted. I hang out at the gym so much that I don’t even need to concentrate on taking care of my body, I can do it without thinking. So I wanted something to pamper myself, to give myself something extra nice. And this is perfect. The guys are going to flip when they see it.” Wong said with almost a giggle.

“I’m sure. Well, I’ll take care of your friend now.”

The Barber turned to Liz and lifted her into a sitting position. While her hair had been soaking, her age had drifted away just like the former Harold’s had. Sitting in the chair was a 19 year old version of herself, but with long black hair. And like with Wong, as the barber pulled his comb though Liz’s hair she began to change, but this time into a male version of herself. Her breasts were the first to deflate. The Barber could maybe see why Harold had been so keen to marry her, she had a nice pair. But they were a good sized set of pecs now. More square than the rounded off version Wong had sprouted. Arms lost the flabbiness that made it seem like someone had injected her with Mayonnaise, and they became solid and hard. Legs also thickened. The ass which was total fat became firm and hard, even with a couple of dimples in the side. Deep down under the cloths, where she had been wearing a three year old pair of panties, she now had a new pair of briefs that housed a dick that was as long as Wong’s was thick. Last to come in were the balls, but the hairy pool balls were worth the wait. When the Barber was done, the former Liz’s hair was tight across his new 19 year on head, pulled in back in a pony tail and cut evenly across the bottom. While the actual age was 19, there was something about Jordan that made him seem older. A ore mature soul then most men his age. But then, most men his age were still desperately trying to hold onto being boys.

Wong took a moment to get his eyes off himself and checked the new guy out. Without a words he walked over and lifted up the clothe covering the new young man. Wong folded and folded the cloth up till it rested mid chest on Jordan’s body. Completely uncovering his groin. Without even asking Wong pulled the guy’s fly down and dug into the tighty whites for the cock that was hard as ever, even if it was the first time. The new guy in the chair certainly wasn’t protecting. He started playing with his new male nipples while Wong started jacking him off. Jordan though, his dick responded like all really good dicks should. Filling up with blood, growing longer and fatter. A deep purple color was filling the apple like head when Wong turned around, dropped his shorts, spread that globe ass of his and sat down on the plump cock.

Enough precum had oozed out to make it not too rough an entry, but Wong liked a bit of friction when he got fucked. It had happened so often, that a routine fuck hardly made a dent anymore. But this guy was going to be different, he could feel it.
And while Wong could feel it, he was facing away, and thus the wrong direction to see the full effect the fuck was having on his new partner. With each rise and fall of Wong ass on the Jordan’s dick, it was like a tire being pumped up. Legs went from strong to oak trees. Ass from big to boulders. The chest was insane. While Liz had a meaty pair of tits on her, even in her old age, they were nothing compared to the pecs from death filling up this monstrous chest. So big he lost sight of his dick at the angle his head was at, the pecs were in the way. That and his bull like neck now restored some of the movement. But that was OK for the new guy. It only meant that his back was even bigger. He had to adjust some in the seat to handle the new inches his height he was growing. From Liz’s 5’3’ to just about 6 and a half feet tall. Arms that couldn’t have reached before grabbed the back of Wong’s shoulders and helped push him down onto the cock. It hadn’t really grown any longer while the rest of the changes took place, but it was now a bit more proportioned to the rest of him.

Shrugging off the giant’s hand, Wong pulled himself off the cock and stood back on the floor. The guy reached forward, as best he could with the bowling ball biceps he now sported, and finished jacking himself off.

As the spray from both their cocks shot out, the last changes on the new guy took over. Like Wong, his skin took a golden Asian glow. The silver dollar sized nipples darkened and so did the slowly shirking cock. Not that it had much to shrink. His face became more round that Wong’s, higher cheek bones. A dusting of hair appeared, along the upper lip and around the chin, giving him a decent if a little thin goatee. And a great smile behind it.

“That was something else man.” Wong said flipping his shorts back up. “Later.” And with that he was out of the store and headed up the street.

“Well, that was unexpected.” The Barber said removing the cloth from around the new guy’s neck while the guy retuned his cock to inside his jeans. “Guess you’ll meet up with your friend later on?”

“My friend.” Rumbled Jordan’s new voice as he was getting out of the chair and checking his ponytail in the mirror. “Got no idea who that guy is.” Through the thin fabric of the tank top, the heavy pecs strained the material. Well worn blue jeans held legs that were almost as thick as the man’s waist, and just barely at that. Rips at the knees weren’t from style, they were from wear. “Great job by the way. Not that much of a change, but looks good.

“You don’t know who…really? I apologize. You both came in together and… after all this… I guess I assumed….”

“No, I see your point. But never seen him again, and he seemed the type that would run in the other direction if he saw me. Not really my type. With that hair, WAY to high maintenance. But shit man, some kid wants to back it up and plant it on my dick, not going to stop him till I’m done with him, you know? ”

“Yes, he seems like someone who’s going to be spending a lot of time taking care of someone, himself.”

“And it’s not just men I like, its real men, know what I mean?” He said popping a hugh bicep for the Barber. “While I need a guy in my life, I need just one guy, not a guy and all his issues. Plenty of time to find Mr. Right without having to settle with Mr. OK For Now.”

“I guess some couples are not meant to be.”

“Eh, I’ll get there, but I want to get it right the first time. No second chances for me. Hey, got to run. Catch you later man.”
The large 19 year old muscle Asian left the store, its bell ringing as the door past it. He hesitated for a second just out side and headed down the street, in the opposite direction from what was, and now ready for what should always have been.

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