Return of the Barber Part 13: Healthier Stylin' Lives
by Texzilla
The young man who passed out in the Barber shop doorway might have been surprised to find the door unlocked when he pushed against it if he had enough of his faculties left, but it barely even registered that he had collapsed and was lying half way in and half way out of the shop.
The Barber came from the back room of his shop and approached the man. He did not seem that surprised or concerned that the college student was passed out on his floor. It was not the first time he had been visited by someone in that condition. The Barber pulled the door fully open to the student would hit the floor completely. Then he kicked the drugged out fool in his head. The fact that he got almost no reaction let him know just what he was dealing with.
"Would you like to come in for a hair cut, or can I give you a gentle push to steer you towards the gutter?" the Barber said gently.
"Stop screaming," the guy said holding his head.
"Why do I get the feeling that if the right people screamed at you before now, you wouldn't be in my doorway. What are you on anyway? Opium?" the Barber said trying to help the guy up.
"Did you say opium? Who uses opium? How long have you been cooped up in this place. Need to get out more," the guy mumbled as he was shown to a waiting chair.
"Why yes. I was just thinking this morning that I needed the advice of a drugged out college student. Am I at least correct in thinking you're from the college?"
"Yeah. Brilliant plan from the parents. If I stayed away from drugs they'd send me away to college. They'd feel safe that I could be trusted on my own. Except, you know, Chemistry Major. We have our own ways of coming up with pharmaceutical grade fun," the guy said holding his hand in front of his mouth. "Got some pretty pungent hair products in here."
"Let me see if I understand. Since you didn't waste you high school years getting stoned or getting in trouble, you allowed your parents to put at least one mortgage on their house so they could send you off to school where you can get stoned and in trouble. This is not wasting your life how?"
"Well, wasn't that much of a life anyway," the guy muttered, as he seemed to drift off some.
"While there are souls that leave this world far too soon. Lives cut short. Destinies unmet. Potentials never tapped. Loves never found. Think what someone who left this Earth years ago, taken too soon, what would he have been able to do had his life continued and yours stopped before it was wasted anyway. If given a chance. Wouldn't allowing someone to have the chance they never got be better than a second chance for proven lost cause?"
"Yeah I'm just in the shape to get all meta… metaphysi… got a bathroom???" he said getting up from the chair and beginning to run to the back of the shop.
"Door on the right, in the back. Please aim for the toilet not the sink or the floor," the Barber said as the guy ran off and the shop door opened again. "Oh I hope the batteries never wear out on that. Comes in WAY to convenient. Good morning gentlemen."
The two men in the late 40's collapsed in the waiting area chair. Collapsed as best they could. Both men were of considerable bulk that their added pounds hung over the arm rests. But it didn't matter to the two of them. As long as they could sit down it was fine with them. Their far too tight running clothes were soaking with sweat. Stains that accented their man-boobs in ways that were far from flattering. Head bands sopping wet on male pattern bald heads with graying hair. Both men gasped for air as they tried to speak.
"Thanks… open… air… sit…"
"Ah. Yes I do open earlier than any of the other stores downtown, the air conditioning must feel nice from the hot morning temperatures and you may sit for as long as you wish. Not to ask too stupid a questions but, your first day taking up jogging?"
"Hell no, we got this bad just power walking," Fred, the larger of the two men said as both men started laughing at the thought of the shape they were in.
"Figured doing it early would be good. Cool air. No one around to see two fat old men made damn fools of themselves," Ian, the other large man said. "Maybe we should buy some of those treadmill machines and do this is our garages before we go out in public again."
"There's a good gym down the street. Nice instructors, very patient," the Barber said getting his chairs ready.
"I don't think we're in good enough condition to join a gym" Fred said getting the two men to start laughing again. "We should head out before anyone else sees us looking this embarrassingly old and fat."
"You have sweated quite a bit. How about this? A shampoo and a cut for the two of you. By the time you're done you should be cooled off, give your clothes a chance to dry out and a new hair cut never hurt anyone."
Both men looked at each other for a second and both responded. "Eh."
The men heaved themselves out of the chairs, took a moment to attempt standing upright, and got in the Barber's waiting chairs. These chairs were of course larger than the ones in the waiting area, but still not quite big enough to hold all the men's girth. Both the chairs and the men gave a bit of a groan as they were lowered back so the men's hair could be washed.
When they were returned to a sitting position each man had reverted to their early 20's and had deep black hair, reaching down to their shoulders. The Barber didn't have to do that much cutting now that the hair had grown in to the correct length and shade, but he did start running his comb through the hair to make sure it would stay perfectly straight.
Each pull of the comb through the thick black hair converted the rolls of fat on the men's body into muscles. Ian remained thick had heavyset, but only from the pounds of muscles he was gaining. Dense muscles of a power lifter who dabbled some in muscle growth. Probably to balance out his appearance, and because it just looked fierce. Chest that had sported breasts bigger than any of the women who worked in the same office with him was still large, but no one would mistake these huge square pecs for tits. Although they did still hang some from his chest, the silver dollar sized nipples all but pointing towards the floor. Legs that had trouble just walking the man down the street, not to mention power walking, were thick due to the years of supporting the upper body as untold pounds of weights were lifted. His as remained almost the same size, just harder and higher. A dick that had been all but hidden under folds of belly fat thickened up and strained against the fabric of Eben's pants. The ends of Ian's, now Eben's hair was trimmed to make it even, with a shift in skin tone to a even honey brown and a slight adjustment to his eyes. His face rounded off slightly, lips got a bit fuller but nothing more than one would expect from a native Samoan.
The Barber left Eban and went to work on Fred. His hair was also straightened out causing his physical transformation. Fred shank down some, to around 5'5". And as his fat converted to muscles, it took on a much more detailed tone than his friend's did. Perfectly etched muscles spread across his body. His arms didn't just grow bulbous biceps like his buddy's did. They were huge, yes, but perfectly etched with details of muscles and striations rarely found. Underneath the rice paper thin skin and just under the network of veins were solid muscles built from years of meticulous work, and no fat. As the Barber started parting his hair down the middle, Palani's Hawaiian heritage took over. His face a little squarer, his nose a little flatter but the grin on his face much broader.
The college student who ran to the restroom to be sick immerged from the back of the shop in time to see two huge Pacific Islander muscle men get out of their chairs and lock lips on each other. As had happened in earlier situations, only the work of the Barber could have found perfect vintage Hawaiian shirts for them to wear. Huge arms straining the brightly colored fabrics. The material across the backs stretched thin, but with excess material hanging around the waist due to the considerable difference between their wide shoulders and thinner hips. Hips housed, not for long, in tight cut offs, that were more 'cut off' than shorts given how much each man's ass hung out the bottoms.
"I must still be stoned," he muttered grabbing his head again.
"Gentlemen?" the Barber said shaking out a cloth and getting a chair ready.
The two muscle men broke their embrace, lifted the student by each of his arms, lifting him off the ground. He soon found himself placed in the Barber's chair, but Eben and Palani weren't going anywhere. Even if he wasn't coming off a drug fueled bender that student wouldn't have been able to break the grip these two men had on him. He tried to kick some once the sheet was around him, but all struggles stopped over he was leaned back into the sink.
As the Barber washed his stringy blonde hair into another thick long collections of black hair, Eben and Palani did not move from their spot, but unzipped their flies and started playing with themselves. After a minute they leaned across the prone body in the chair and again locked lips. Eben leaned forward a bit too much and had to reach his hand out to steady himself. It landed on the crotch of the man in the chair, and he could feel it start to grow even through the man's pants and the sheet.
The person who was in the chair when it was brought up was considerable different than the thin wasted youth who was forcibly placed in it. While older than before he was still in his early 20's, but there was a maturity behind his eyes that was completely new. A good square face, strong jaw, heavy brow, a good deep brown tan color.
And as the Barber worked slicking back the slightly curly black stands, the face tattoos came in. As they would for anyone as deeply rooted in his Maori heritage as the person now called Manu was.
Lines crossed each side of his forehead, balancing out the design but not crossing the middle. They stretched down his nose to just either side. The black lines on his deep brown face continued to from just beneath his full lips to his chin, but did not spread any farther across his face. And like his forehead tattoo, did not cross over from one side to the other in the middle, as is the tradition of the Moko.
He knew he would be in the chair for a while longer so Manu reached out from underneath the sheet and gave a slap to each of his guy's thighs. They moved away from the chair and to the seating area. Where Eben dropped his short shorts, then rolled down what appears to be florescent green bodybuilder posing trunks he wore as underwear, then placing his hands on the mirrored wall, spread eagle so Palani could have access to his huge ass.
The smaller Hawaiian spent a few moments rimming his partner's butt hole out before also dropping his shorts and pulling down a matching pair of bright green posing trunks.
"Too tall man, bend at the knees," Palani said stroking his dick in hopes of getting it big enough to reach Eben butt, but it was coming up slightly short.
"So much easier to do this in bed," The Samoan said trying to get into a better position.
"Yeah, it would, if you weren't so eager to get a fuck whenever and wherever you can."
"This is truu…" Eben started but cut himself off as Palani began to slowly push his way in. From then on all Eben could do was groan. He bit his bottom lip as Palani pushed farther and farther in. Eben kept forgetting that for such a small guy, Palani sure had a long dick. Somehow forgetting just how long it was till his ass had to take it all in.
From his place back in the chair Manu got a clear view of Palani from the back, his perfect muscle ass grinning away into Eben. Who Manu could see clearly reflected in the mirror. The Barber was about done shaping the stylized pointed sideburns of Manu face that accents his cheekbones and jaw so well. Even with the thick stubble that Manu had as soon as 5 minutes after shaving, the sideburns still stood out. His build had leveled off somewhere below his two partners, but much better than the average gym rat.
As he got up from the chair it was hard to see the thick growth of hair the spread across his large chest, and trailed down to his crotch. But while the expensive business suit he wore kept people from seeing ht details of his build, it was clear the man had it going on under it all. The black suit coat didn't need any shoulder padding to make his shoulders wider than normal. And the tailor who took the pants in did a great job of making sure the fabric didn't bunch at the thinness of the waist or get stretched out at the thickness of his legs.
Carefully removing himself from the chair he walked up behind Palani and started stroking his thick black hair from behind. The bodybuilder leaned his back some in pleasure at the touch.
"Be very careful. Coming in." Manu said in Palani's ear as he zipped down his fly and fished out his dick.
Manu was very careful to make sure that as his dick entered Palani's ass, he didn't get it too close as to not mare the suit. But he was close enough to give his partner a good fucking as his partner was able to give the other bodybuilder in the room a good fucking. Manu could feel himself beginning to sweat up so he was glad his suit would cover any stains. And these two just looked all the better if they were sweaty. He felt a trickle of sweat that came down Palani's back and was then directed between his ass cheeks to his dick. Somehow it was both cool and hot at the same time. Which ever, it was just the sensatory kick he needed to shoot off. And as Palani felt his ass being filled with cum, he returned the favor to Eben. Who hit the mirror with his spot so hard it blocked his own reflection. But it gave him something to lick as the other two pulled out of each other and then himself.
"And not a spot on me," Manu said checking his suit. "We are good. Pull yourselves together and let's do or check before we head out." Manu said sticking his softening dick back in. He went to his briefcase and clicked it open. "I know Eben'll need a touch up with the deodorant, how 'bout you?"
"I'm fine. I told you you stank," Palani said reaching under the shirt with the roll on and touching his pits up.
"And I told you you snore," Eben said again running his fingers in his arm pits and smelling them.
"So?" Palani said switching pits.
"Well I can always take a bath."
"Yeah but ya don't, man. That's the point of the pit check," Manu said pulling Eben's shirt up, grabbing the roll on stick from Palani and inserting it in the big man's underarms. "Look, you're half way there. Just humor me. Have to be honest with you guys. I'm not saying we need to start making some sales soon but, we're getting close to having only just enough money left to get us all home. Where we can try to figure out how to write this all off as a business trip for a business that never went no where."
"Are you gentlemen on a business trip? A bit hard to tell from the shirts and shorts." The Barber asked.
"That's just part of the image. We've started a line of all natural bodybuilding and muscle growth products. Island Muscle. When I say all natural I mean ALL natural. We don't skimp like others and use the chemical breakdowns as substitutes for the real thing. If it's on the label, like banana flavoring, it's because there's banana in it. We've taken long handed down secrets from all our cultures, come up with a variety of products and we're trying to get things going. We've got a rent a car full of samples, we've got the guys as perfect examples of what can be achieved, but we're not getting a lot of takers."
"Not even getting a lot of interviews. Eben needs a breath mint too."
"Fuck you. Oh wait, Manu just did."
"You got fucked too man."
"…can I get that mint?"
Manu searched through his briefcase and dug out as pack of Tic-tacs. "I don't know. Kind of getting disillusioned. I know our products and pricing are good. The graphics rocks. And having these two as examples of what we can do can't be hurting. Even if the shirts are perpetuating the stereotype some. Who wouldn't want to look like these two bastards? But no one's really biting." Manu looked in the mirrors and played with his hair some. "Hate to think it's the tribal tattoos that are putting people off. Guess you don't think of something that's this normal where I come from being that different till you get away from home."
"If that's the reason we're not getting sales then fuck them," Palani said. "Don't need to do business with idiots. Just sell the stuff back home and let the world fuck themselves"
"Well, if we're going to break out of our local market we'll need to do business with someone and soon."
"There is a new gym down the street…" the Barber started to say.
"That's who we have our meeting with today. Last planned meeting of the trip. But we might be able to do some ambush stop in on the…"
"Something tells me that your product will be looked at with more than an open mind. It's exactly the type of thing the gym needs to help it grow and set it apart from the larger chains. And I think you'll find in the coming weeks it will be the perfect location. You could say you were all made for each other."
Manu checked his hair in the mirror then gave a quick look to his partners. "Well I can't thank you enough. If your haircuts weren't enough to make us feel like a millions bucks, then your words of encouragement sure have." He pulled his sleeve back and checked his watch. " I think we can get there right when they open. Ready guys?"
"Let's go."
"Be careful out in that heat today." The Barber said as they left the store.
"Heat?" Eben said. "Compared to home? We almost brought our coats."
The three men started laughing as they headed towards the gym. The Barber was glad they were going to get their chance to prove themselves with the help from the gym owners. No need for a second chance when the first chance is not squandered.