Return of the Barber 2: Fan Boys
by Texzilla
There were very few times that the Barber had to wait for his customers to get into his chairs. Usually when one comes in for a hair cut, even if they don't have the strongest idea of what they want, people get into the chair and let him get to work.
But the two young men who came into his store 15 minutes earlier showed no sign of getting out of his small waiting area. They parked themselves in the old faux leather covered seats, emptied their shopping bags of their recently bought comics and began debating.
"Dude, you can get your hair done like the Punisher, and you can get the skull t-shirt, but where you going to get the chamo pants? Plus they're never going to let you in the con with any guns?" the smaller of the two said, not that he would be considered small when compared to most other people his age. While he seemed to be in his late 20's that was mainly due to the excessive weight and general poor shape, he was truly only 22. His hair was longish, giving the impression it had not been washed, although in truth it had been that morning. Just walking around got him sweating so much the hair matted slightly to his head. The seat also gave dark stains to his underarms. And even dark stains under his chest, which hung more like a bosom.
"I can get some of those toy ones with the orange tips, and some rubber knives" the other youth said. Weighing 50 pounds more than his companion, he rested the comics they were reading on his large stomach since having a lap was out of the question. The shorts he was wearing were the longer style usually worn by younger men into boarding, but there was no way he could engage in that sport. They were worn in an attempt to make himself seem more athletic when he was very far from that. His hair was also long, darker than his friends, but just as greasy looking. "Doesn't need to be perfect since attitude is 90% of pulling off a costume. And they'll look better than those shitty claws you got for your Logan costume."
'I'm going to fix them up. They'll be stylin' by the time we hit the con."
"Speaking of styling, young men," the Barber said, interrupting them. "It's what I do here in my store. How can I help you?"
The two guys dug through their bags and headed for the chairs. "Look, we're going to enter the costume contest at this year's comic book convention. We've got the costumes down, but we think getting the hair right would get us over the top."
"I feel a good hair cut will help no matter what the situation, whether it's a new job interview, starting school or… winning a costume contest," the Barber said, wrapping the paper neck straps around their necks then fastening the sheets around them.
"I want my hair done like this guy. See real simple," the larger of the two said handing the Barber the comic book he brought with him from under the sheet.
"Yes I see. Fairly basic cut, a bit on the old fashioned style as compared to most of today's trends. Who is this gentleman?"
"Who is he? He's the Punisher!! One of the coolest comic book heroes around today!! Look at him!!!"
"I am. With these guns and all this blood… he's a hero?"
"Shit yeah!"
"Don't they still have Superman and Captain America around today?"
"Fuck man, you never leave this place? Superman should have stayed dead back in the 90's when they killed him off. And they just killed Cap last month, with the Punisher set to take his place!! THESE are the real heroes of today."
"And guys like Wolverine here," his companion said handing the Barber his comic, "they're like anti-heroes. Take no shit and take no prisoners. You can make my hair point like this without it being too stupid, right?"
"I think it's safe to say there's been enough stupidity here already. Let's get you boys back and your hair washed…" The Barber said flipping the latch on the back of the chairs so they could slowly lower the customer's heads into the sinks behind them.
"I washed my hair this morning."
"Yeah, me too."
"Oh heavens. Well, freshly washing it will make it easier to cut. Trust me."
The Barer went to work on the boys' hair by wetting them down and rubbing in the shampoo. If there ever were a pair of heads that needed a 'rinse and repeat' it was these two, but soon enough the two young men were washed and moved back into their sitting positions.
Carl, the larger of the two, moved his hand out from beneath the cloth to brush the hair out of his eyes. He was kind of surprised that the guy insisted so much on washing his hair, but it did look better already. Much darker, probably because it was wet, but that's what it needed to be, real dark and clean so that when it was pulled back across his head it would gleam in the lights. The guy did say he was only going to wash it, right? No adding any color, cause it really kept looking like it was really dark. Must have just been the shampoo because as he looked over at his friend Kelly whose hair looked much lighter than he remembered it looking.
Kelly was noticing that too. Well, he didn't use the best shampoo at home, just rubbed what ever soap he had for his body across his head. And even then, he only bought the cheapest soap they had on sale. But his hair did look lighter. Not blond, but a whole lot brighter than the dark brown it had been before. Logan didn't have light brown almost sandy blond hair. Hope this guy knew what he was doing.
The Barber took Carl's strangely blackish hair and started running a comb through it. Parting it down the middle and running the comb down to his shoulders. Hitting knots and tangles as he went. But as the comb went down Carl started feeling more and more relaxed. At least he thought it was a feeling of relaxation. In truth, the feeling that he was sinking lower and lower into the chair was because the layers of fat on him were melting off. He wasn't getting shorter but there was just less of him between his muscles, such as they were, and the chair. But the more the Barber pulled the hair, the thinner Carl seemed to get. For in fact while the fat was melting away, it really wasn't going anywhere, just reproportioning itself around his body. So a majority of it was no longer wrapped around his middle.
Having combed out one side of the head of hair the Barber switched over to the other side and began trying to run his comb through again. As he continued Carl started feeling like he was getting a massage in the chair. When that was happening, the fat floating around his body started taking anchor and converting to muscles. The flab from his ass flowed down taking most of the ironically named 'love handles' to Carl's legs and increased his calves to such huge proportions the shorts Carl was wearing almost weren't wide enough at the leg openings. They etched out into two solid halves on his lower legs, which were nothing compared to how huge his upper legs changes. Heavy and thick tree like limbs now grew out of a solid and shredded ass that left his middle to become a washboard of solid egg bread shaped muscles its former fat layers moved up to Carl's back and arms.
What had been large breast like mounds were in some ways no less huge, but instead of pink and soft Carl's chest was now wide and solid. A slight bit of striation down the middle causing a cleavage of pecs. While they were large enough to hang as his chest formally did, these pecs were high and tight, defying gravity and not giving an inch. Carl's back also widened to the extent that he had to reposition himself in the chair some. A broad back that cold be seen peeking out from behind when the man would raise his arms. Arms that were huge. Biceps perfectly round except for the maze like crisscross of veins that covered them. The veins continued down to this forearms that also grew in unwieldy proportions.
With the hair smoothed out the Barber took the comb and started pulling the hair backwards on Carl's head. But as the hair was pulled back, so was Carl's hairline in front moved back. What had started out as the tight straight even line above Carl's eyebrows moved back, creating a defined widows peak. The hair was still thick and black, just starting farther back on a widening forehead. And as the hair moved back, Carl's face adjusted. The double chin, maybe even triple chin long gone filled in with a square jaw. Cheekbones grew out a little more and his nose took a definite shift to one side giving the impression it had been broken long ago. His eyes went from glassy to sharp green under a heavier brow.
The Barber took out his scissors and started clipping the end of Carl's hair. The still wet strands hit the floor little by little. With each clump of hair Carl began to age some. Slight weathering started showing on his face. The lines around his eyes were coming in stronger, along with a couple of creases across his brow. The firm stomach was still stronger than anything he could have ever seen in one of his comics, but not gave out a little, like the paunch of a bodybuilder after a few years of continued training, but not as active as before. Hair sprouted across Carl's body, with his forearms getting the most covering. His strong chin grew in a 5 o'clock shadow much earlier than 5 o'clock.
After cutting the hair and leaving the sides much shorter than the top the Barber took his side towel and ran it through. No need to use the hairdryer, it would complete its drying while the Barber took care of Kelly who had been dutifully waiting all this time.
When the Barber removed the towel Carl was the hottest looking 45 year old he'd ever seen. The best part was that he LOOKED 45, not like a guy who was 45 but tried to be younger. But shit he looked tougher, stronger and more handsome than any man at that age he'd ever seen. His black hair was a slightly curry mop on top of his head. The grey that started out so strong at his temples faded a bit as it went back, but the black hair was not salt and peppered with stands of grey. But it looked good. It looked mature. He even looked a lot smarter than he did before.
Adjusting a little in the chair Carl found that his dick was being crushed a little between his huge legs. Trying to move carefully, thinking the Barber would not see his hand move under the sheet, Carl undid his belt and zipper to adjust his dick. But it was so hard, and hot. Just touching it to move it let Carl know there was no way he was going to get away with just moving it. He had to take his baby out for a ride. Carl carefully moved around a bit in the chair, getting his pants down more to have a better grip on his dick. But making sure he didn't move too much so the gun he wore would cause any issues.
"You carry on while I take care of you're friend," the Barber said knowing that Carl was in a world all his own. Or at least a world only inhabited by Carl and Carl's cock.
Taking Kelly's hair and beginning to comb it up the Barber leaned in close to the young man's ear. "Let's see how far from stupid we can go."
As with Carl the washing of the hair had gotten Kelly's body fat to drift around his body. Since there wasn't as much was on Carl, when the Barber started cutting the hair off, it solidified in a much more defined shape. The legs were long and lean, but the legs of someone who spend hours standing on them. Legs that could carry his body and more for days on end without any pain. His ass bubbled out, round and perky but would never give a shake when walking.
When the Barber had the hair short enough he took out his clippers and started buzzing Kelly's hair down to a rough stubble. Starting on the right side, front to back the clippers cut through the longish hair, letting it fall to the floor in clumps. Kelly continued to stare in the mirror and began wondering why this was happening, but knowing it was right. He had wanted his hair moved up to the fins his favorite comic book character had, which would be impossible to achieve if his head was all but shaved. But this was the look he should have.
It fitted his body so much better. His strong arms with their few tattoos going down. His strong chest with his perfect nipples. He was almost ashamed of how much he loved his nipples and how they always seemed to poke through everything shirt he owned, But when his chest is so perfect, like two pillows filled with cement and tied to his chest, nipples that would not quit were the result. They had no where to go like before. Like when his chest was flabby. Which, Kelly then remembered, never happened. He always looked like this.
Well, not 100% always. As the Barber moved the clippers over Kelly's left side of his head the scars started coming in. Several deep scars across his head, one deep gash next to his eye. Not horrible and completely disfiguring, but there was no hiding the fact that they were bad scars. Under the sheets, while his arms became solid muscled guns, his left shoulder also took on scaring. Quite a bit more than his face. What could only be considered a deep hole indented itself into Kelly's left shoulder. He did not age like Carl did, staying in his early 20's. But there was an age to his face. Like a man who had seen more than he should, lived a life unlike most his age.
Taking the clippers down to the base length the Barber ran them on the sides and back of Kelly's head. The stubble moved down to almost nothing. Given the lightness of the hair it would appear to be nothing except to anyone who felt his head. Light would still reflect off the miniscule stands of blond hair left. While that was going on Kelly's face also reshaped some. Not as strong a jaw line as Carl's but still much more solid than before. His nose grew out more, thinner but defiantly longer, lips a little fuller. And as his legs had lengthened some so did his back. It was hard to tell while he was still sitting down in the chair but Kelly was well over 6'5" now. A lean muscled machine with a dick straining his pants like he had never felt before.
He looked over at his buddy Carl and noticed what he was doing. The shit head. A smile crossed his face though at the thought of what could come next. Carl looked over and caught Kelly catching him.
"You ready, Sarge?" Carl asked.
"Loser buys, Sarge," Kelly replied.
Both men threw back the clothes covering them and released their cocks. Carl's was thick like a beer can and still uncut. Tufts of dick hair grew wide along the sides of the shaft, getting caught in Carl's hands and he pumped his member. Kelly's dick was much thinner but almost two inches longer. Unlike his buddy also he was cut. It gave his dick a pinker hue to it, with the head getting much bigger than his friends. Carl's dick head filled in till it was almost purple but did not grow. But considering the thickness of his dick shaft it was like a solid piece of meat was jutting our from his crotch. It was a very short time before both men shot a load that almost hit the mirrors across from them.
"I don't suppose you happened to see how the winner was." Carl said breathlessly to the Barber.
"Oh I would have to say we were all winners in that." He replied as he removed the sheets.
Carl carefully stood up and adjusted his uniform. Making sure he tucked his shirt back into his pants and making sure his gun and walkie talkie were in place. It was one of the days when he didn't need to wear a tie but he made sure his police badge was still well secured. The uniform more than hugged his body. The bowling ball biceps even pushed the short sleeves of his shirt up some. The shirt was not buttoned till the second button down, not because of the heat outside, but the was just no way it could close around the huge neck. As Carl turned slightly to check there was no hair on the back of his uniform it was clear his ass was just one good turn of the leg from bursting through the back oh his pants.
"I have never jacked off in uniform before," Carl said smiling at Kelly who was also getting himself together.
Kelly wore some simple track pants and an incredibly tight sleeveless tee. The thin material hugging closer to his body than a second skin. As always his nipples jutting out like two pencil erasers stuck to his chest. The pants were slightly baggy but not enough to hid the still huge bulge of his dick. The pants also were not quite long enough, reaching a but too far above Kelly's ankles than they should due to his long lean legs.
"You shtting me? Out in the desert there was nothing else to do but jack off in uniform."
"Been meaning to ask you Sarge." Carl said walking over to his taller friend and grabbing one of his nipples through the shirt. "These beauties stick through your uniform and all that gear you had to carry in Iraq?"
"Sarge, man, talk about your 'Don't ask, Don't tell.' More like no one asked cause they were too afraid to find out. "
"And you're both… I'm sorry if I'm intruding, you're both Sergeants in the police force or the army?" The Barber asked folding the sheets so he could place them in the washer to get the cum out.
"I'm Sergeant in the police. Been for about the last 15 years. Kelly here was part of a youth group I looked after starting years ago. Guess we grew tighter than we should. But nothing happened till he was WAY over 19. He joined up with the Marines a few years back and made Sergeant before having to leave due to injuries."
"So we just sort of picked it up as nicknames, seeing as how he kept saying I'd never amount to anything and I got the same rank as him. 'Cept that it was with the Marines where it meant something."
"You're really asking for it kid," Carl said flipping close the end of his lighter after making sure he had the tip of his cigar lit well enough. He took a few good puffs before grabbing the back of Kelly's head and bringing him in for a kiss. "I'd offer you one but I think we'll share this way."
"So are you going to join the police force too?" the Barber asked.
"No. Kind of want to do something that don't get half my body almost shot off for a while first." Kelly said motioning to the deep scars on his shoulder. "Don't think they'd let me in anyway. I can work out OK with this arm but the stuff this guy goes through, don't know if it would be safe."
"Well if you can work out, and it's clear you like to, have you thought of being a trainer a say a gym? I believe the gym down the street is looking for new employees. Ask for Terry or Leon, they're both regulars here."
"That doesn't sound too bad kid. You'd be in the area, wouldn't have to commute."
"Sort of wanted to find something where I could give back to the community more but, that does sound good."
"So you take in a few kids who can't afford the full price and train them anyway. No one says you can't set a good example and still not earn a living. Like me, kiddo." Carl said kissing Kelly again then placing the cigar back in the corner of his mouth.
A bit of exchanged smoke came out of Kelly's mouth as he said. "You now I think I will go check that out. Thanks."
"Just my way of helping out those who want to help pout even more."
The two large muscle men left the shop leaving the Barber with the stack of comics. He shuffled through them weeding out the few titles he felt would not be appropriate for his place. Why doesn't Jimmy Olsen turn into a giant turtle man anymore. Now THAT would be something interesting to try for one day.