Return of the Barber Part 15: Up To Code
by Texzilla
"We really need to go over this list of citations," Tim Connolly said as the Barber he was talking to unexpectedly wrapped a sheet around his neck. "How long has it been since a city inspector came in here?"
"The dates are foggy, but the inspectors themselves I remember," the Barber said leaning Tim back in the chair. "Last time was 1956? Gentleman left here with an urge to forego government business to those who like stuffy offices and spend more time in the sun. At a place called Muscle Beach, if I remember right. Before that, oh, the early 20's. But the circus was in town. Why sit behind a desk when you can enjoy your newly shaved head, and your newly grown handlebar mustache while lifting weights for eager spectators all across the country?"
"That makes no sense."
"Neither do most of these… citations you called them? I think it would be safe to say that if there was any shop owner on this street, better yet in the whole city, who had been around long enough to know the building codes and regulations inside and out, it would be me. And these are all nonsense," the Barber said taking the piece of paper he had been handed and crumpling it up.
Tim wanted to turn on the bravado, but he knew when he was caught. Didn't happen often. Didn't happen as good as this guy got him either. His little scam of adding several bogus citation complaints in with the legit ones while making his rounds had been paying off pretty well. Come up with an almost completely phony list of repairs the business owner needed to have done. Give them literally NO TIME to have the corrections made before re-inspection. So when his little team of private contractors just HAPPENED to show up shortly after he left, most were happy to use them. And since Tim got them the job, he got a cut of the contractor's fees. Or if he was very lucky, just got to take the full bribe some of the store owners came up with and bypassed the contractors completely. Didn't happen often but Tim liked those the best. Normally the storeowners just rolled over and took it, but this guy cutting his hair had too much on the ball.
"What you have crumbled up there is an official list of… warnings from the city and should not be taken lightly," Tim said trying to regain something of control over the situation.
"So now they've gone from official citations to warnings. I've misplaced the form you gave me. Sort of disappeared en route from my hand to the trashcan. I suppose it went to go live whereever cats disappear to when you're not looking and that odd sock in the dryer. Perhaps you can show me where on your copy it says 'Warnings.'" the Barber said removing the sheet from Tim's neck.
"Well I can't seem to find my notepad of citation forms. Not even the yellow copies I keep. They were on my clipboard. Must have left the pad at one of the other stores I hit… inspected today. I'll have to go retrace my steps and find it. I'll be back in a few minutes," Tim said getting up from the chair and quickly looking at the haircut the Barber had given him. Seeing his chance he turned on the sarcasm. "Maybe when I get back you can give me that haircut for real."
"Oh, your hair is done. I apologize though that I don't have the correct shampoo to bring out the full effect. They still have some bottles in the showers at the gym up the street. When you return there to find you clipboard, just step under the shower for a minute and lather up. You'll see the difference."
Yeah right, Tim thought as he headed out, I'm going to be washing my hair while in my three piece suit in the shower at some fag gym. How did that Barber know he stopped in there first? And how did he guess that a majority of what he wrote the gym owners up on was having their showers completely retiled. No, no, the only way someone could be this onto his scam was that the guy was pulling something of his own. Once he got his clipboard back he'd head to the office and do some research on that Barber shop.
It took a while though for Tim to find his clipboard. The old ladies at the ice cream store next to the Barber shop acted like he hadn't even been in the place an hour before. Jeez, Tim thought, maybe he should do a proper inspection of the place and check to make sure nothing was leaking from the freezing units making them all retarded.
Heading into the gym, Tim found that Billy's truck was parked out front, the back open. Great job on getting there fast. Tim had called Billy on the way out of the gym to let him know a major job was his. Billy wasn't the brightest guy around and frankly he was far from the best contractor in the city, but the guy knew how the game was played. And who the winner was always going to be.
Tim headed into the gym and was a little disappointed that the owners didn't jump to attention like they did the first time. He guessed they were all too busy drumming up business to help pay for the small fortune he and Billy were going to cost the place for redoing a perfectly fine shower area.
And it was in the men's shower area that Tim found Billy taking some measurements. He was trying to do his best to get accurate numbers while one naked incredibly built man after another walked in and out of the wet steamy room.
"Hey Billy, how's it going?"
"Oh hey Tim. Looking good. Or I should say, looking bad," Billy said looking around to make sure that it was safe for them to talk. "Can't BELIEVE they fell for this."
"Hey, maybe they should spend some time learning some better English around here, or how we do things in America. By the way, I'm going to be needing 45% this time."
"What!" Billy said far too loud for his voice not to echo off the walls and draw some attention. "That's outrageous! It's been only 20 up till now."
"Just pad your bill even more, man. Don't fuck around on this. I can always get another head contractor for these jobs. And I can always have the city look into revoking someone contractor license too," Tim said being happy he could intimidate someone that day. "You seen my clipboard around here? I lost it somewhere along the lines."
"Right here." Billy said taking Tim's clipboard out from under the one he was carrying. "Found it in the corner. By the way, nothing personal but, you hair looks like shit."
"Yea, fuck you too, it's still 45%," Tim said grabbing his clipboard and finding page after page of blank forms that should be filled in from his inspections that day.
"No seriously Tim. Is this some new style you're going for? Or have you not washed your head since you smeared it with dog shit?"
Finding it hard to believe that a day that started out so great was turning this sour, Tim stepped out of the shower area to the near by sinks to check the mirror. Sure enough, he looked like shit. That idiot Barber had said that he needed to wash his hair to bring out the cut, but didn't say anything about needing to wash his hair cause he did something to fuck it up!! Oh, that guy was going to be getting a chapter-and-verse citation down to the last detail when he was done here.
Tim threw off his coat, shirts and tie, leaving them on a nearby hanger that was usually used for towels and headed back into the shower. Billy was kind of surprised to see Tim dressed in a suit from the waist down and nothing from the waist up.
"When I'm done here I want to you to come with me down the street to make sure we don't miss a thing in this jackass Barber shop," Tim said turning on one of the showerheads and standing back so that the splash didn't hit his pants too hard. Once he was sure the water was warm enough he leaned forward enough to make sure that only his head was under the spray and nothing else was getting wet. He was doing a pretty good job, only had a trickle now and then go down his back into his pants. Hopes it didn't look like he was shitting himself.
Tim could feel what ever had been rubbed in his hair breaking up some, but it just wasn't getting clean. He then remembered that the Barber said something about needing a shampoo. Well, he didn't want to get too fucked over by the guy, but he had to do something. Bringing his head out from under the water, Tim whipped his eyes clear and looked around. There on one of the little shelves was a bottle of shampoo, maybe halfway used. Tim figured that if it was halfway used then it must be OK or someone would have thrown it out.
He didn't even bother pouring some of the liquid into his hands, Tim just stuck his head under the shower and squeezed out a good supply on the top of his head. Mixing with the water the shampoo began to foam up right away. Tim carefully placed the shampoo container on the floor and really started rubbing it into his hair. He could feel his hair begin to loosen up from what ever that stuff was that had caked it. At least the shampoo the Barber gave this place worked better than his hair cuts did.
It also smelled really good too. Not all perfumy like some of the stuff out there, but fresh. Smelled like something, not familiar but something he's smelled before, but not something he associated with shampoo.
The stuff really started to foam up. The bubbles just started cascading off his head in big clumps. Tim could see his falling past his eyes, to the right and left of his head, but from how he was standing, just saw most of it drip off and hit the tiled floor.
It just kept foaming more and more. At first Tim thought it had gotten so thick that it was no longer dripping to the floor but then he noticed what was happening. The shampoo bubbles were dragging down his now incredibly long blonde hair so it hung down into Tim's line of sight. Long blonde hair he didn't have before. Tim was even able to feel the weight of it start to add up as it continued to grow and grow. The thick ringlet curls that now dripped from his head as the shampoo had done minutes before. The curls now hanging down his back, letting a regular stream of water run down and defiantly into his pants.
But it just felt so good. The smell of the shampoo seemed to fill the air. It smelled like….the beach? Did someone rip off Seinfeld and make a shampoo that smelled like you came from the beach? Or was it that he now smelled like he came from the beach, which is why he needed the shower. Tim didn't mind that his pants had to be soaking wet now. Didn't even mind that his nice $75 dress shoes he had been trying to get not too wet were now soggy, as were his socks. Tim just wanted to keep messaging this incredible shampoo into his hair, and have his hair just keep on growing. No longer concerned with his clothes, in any way, Tim took a couple of steps forward so that he was now completely under the shower head. The water seemed in increase it's strength and flow. As the water poured down his body Tim's pants and shoes began to become completely soaked through and through with water and cast off shampoo. But they weren't left that way for long. Not that Tim had it in his to even remove the rest of his clothing. They just started melting away in the flow of water. Not tearing or ripping like cloth should, but like what ever had been caked in his hair but washed away by the shampoo. Even the parts of his pants that fell away on larger pieces clumped on the floor, only to be washed away like piles of mud. Till Tim was completely nude under the shower spray. His new long blonde curly hair completely covering his head, hanging down in front till it reached just past his chest, and in back till it was half way down between his shoulder blades.
Still feeling more refreshed than he had in his life Tim tiled his head back so his face was directly under the spray of water. Which is when the rest of him started meting off his body and washing away. Not incredibly overweight but still too large for his height, Tim's excess fat just fell off, leaving lean hard muscles underneath. The water almost appeared to be pushing him down as he shrank to just over 5 feet, but his new weight after losing all the fat was still his weight. He was now a compact, but just slightly overly muscular young man. Chest just large enough to be on the 'bit too large' for his body size. The sign of someone who paid attention to his build so that other's would too. Like his ass. Now that he was shorter Tim's long blonde hair just reached the top of his Perfect high set bubble butt. The kind that ass that when Tim wore his boardy shorts he would have the back of the shorts sit three inches higher than where they sat in front, or he could have an even line around his body and have three inches of his ass poking out the back. Which is the way Tim liked it. Liked it even more when there was 4 inches of ass showing in back and far too much of his sandy brown, neatly trimmed pubic bush making an appearance in front. Tim didn't need a fashion accessory like a belt to keep his pants up, he always thought, just his big pick dick in front and his big white ass in back.
Because that's pretty much all the Cody, the former Tim, always wore. Just one pair of beat up, gauze thin from too many washes boardy shorts. They looked great with his perfectly proportioned 8 back above the fly. His arms not too overly big, maybe the biceps too small when compared to his chest. But he had that perfect vein running down them. And with his perpetual tan, well it added a layer of definition that made them look bigger. Cody's feet were a little on the large size still, tanned brown from the sun with perfect tan strap marks coming from his big toes with his flip flops perpetually rested.
Cody's face got thinner, more angular. Great cheek bones with a slightly too thin and too pointy chin. But while he didn't have much of anything along the lines of body hair, Cody was able to grow a nice soul patch beard on that chin. The hairs sun bleached almost white like the mass of curly hair now on his head. While young the amount of tanning Cody had done in his life so far had already added a few tan wrinkles here and there. But it only added character to the face, not age. The eyes sparkled an almost stereotypical bright blue normally, but lit up when he saw something he liked. Like his buddy Billy walking back into the shower.
Billy was more than shocked to see the naked surfer dude smiling like the Cheshire Cat at him. Smile so wide the corners of his mouth just about disappeared behind the head of hair that partially blocked his face. And not that he normally noticed these thing but Billy couldn't help see the guys thick as a brink dick start to swell up when they made eye contact. Hadn't seen a kid's dick jump while filling with blood since back in school when controlling your hormones wasn't something all the guys had down well while using the showers. This kid didn't look like he was too far removed from High School so, maybe……
"Billy!!!" Cody said in an excited and slightly high pitched voice. His smaller hands with their thin fingers reached for the shampoo he had been using and shot a good amount out of the nozzle right in Billy's face.
"Goddamn son of a bitch!!!" Billy yelled as the liquid soap hit his eyes. He doubled over, hands desperately trying to dig the shampoo out of his eyes before it burned any more than it already was.
"This'll help," Cody said taking Billy by the arm and dragging him under the shower head. He reached around and started a couple more showers going while Billy attempted to clear his face.
The water had the exact same effect on Billy as it did on Tim to turn him into Cody. Almost exactly exact. As Cody helped rub the shampoo into Billy's hair, out of the suds came giant handfuls of curly long blonde hair. Cody was almost laughing at the bizarre magic trick the shampoo was doing. The water also melted away all of Billy clothes till they two were running down the drain. Off when his overalls, t-shirt and work boots, leaving Billy looking pretty odd. Man in his late 30's, fit enough to do his job but not really 'fit.' Standing naked and hunched over in the shower of a gay gym while a kid about 10 years younger played with his hair.
Not that Cody was 10 years older than Billy for much longer. The extra weight and age next washed away down the drain. Leaving Billy much, much more muscular than his compact friend. Instead of Cody's finely tuned, perfectly proportioned body, Billy got the mass thing down real good. Large square pecs swelled on his chest. Far bigger than anyone would get just by working a construction job. These were pecs that were planned for and built to please. No pert bubble butt for Billy, but a real solid ass. Rock hard and just a little too much of the wide size, but that just left more to admire.
Billy moved his hands from his face up to his head, beginning to help Cody rub the rest of the shampoo in. His arms were swelling bigger and bigger with each passing second. So big that he had trouble holding them up at that angle due to their weight. He gave his head a good shake and stood up so the water could flow down him completely. Also smaller than when he started but stopping at 5'5". Small enough to be a fucking hot fireplug of a bodybuilding beach bum, but still taller than his little buddy Cody. Billy's cock became an almost carbon copy of Cody's. Not very long but thinker than most. A heavy head hung at the end. The balls though, Billy's balls gave Cody's a run for their money. Shit he knew they gave more pool balls a run for their money.
Where as Cody were naturally smooth, the slight dark stubble that sp[routed from Billy's neck down to his toes was a clear indication on how long the two guys spent shaving him down. The wiry patch of dick hair above the heavy cock was the only indication of Billy's true brunette shading. That and the inch or so dark roots that grew out between his head and the dyed long bottle blonde hair. Well, with that much hair and that dark, several bottles of blonde were needed.
"Now that's the Billy boy I know," Cody said, his blue eyes sparkli8ng.
"And that's the Cody boody that got shampoo in my eyes," the deeper baritone Billy now spoke in responded. His blue eyes, not quite as sparkling but still dancing with energy.
"Ahh, you mean this shampoo?" Cody said taking the bottle he had used on both of them, taking Billy's hardening cock in his hands and beginning to coat it in the think liquid.
"Yea, that's the stuff." Billy said beginning to stroke himself to get harder and harder.
"Want to get even and squirt some in my eyes?" Cody asked knowing the answer.
"Not your eyes that I'm going to be squirting in, squirt."
Almost hopping with excitement, his wet long hair bobbing up and down, Cody turned around and pressed himself against the shower wall. The advantage of having such a perfect bubble butt coming into play as the twin mounds lifted slightly even high in anticipation.
Billy stopped paying attention to his cock for a moment to pour a good palm full of the shampoo. He wished there was a way to warm it up a bit, but maybe Cody deserved a little shock in repayment for the face full of soap he gave Billy. The bodybuilder's large square hand easily slid between Cody's ass check, made all the more shockingly ivory white due to the razor edge tan line above the mounds and just under each pillow like butt. Billy messaged the area with the liquid soap carefully, knowing that Cody liked to have the space between his asshole and balls felt up before being fucked. But getting Cody fucked was what they were there for. So Billy's fingers making their way into his hole was not a surprise, regardless of the slight squeal Cody let out. It was a squeal of happiness.
Having the look of a couple of blonde surfer beach boys, there were those who thought the guys might have been as…..well as 'light' as their hair was. Easy going gentle lovers. Not really the case. Cody and Billy were into each other. Really into each other. Which resulted in the closest thing to animal sex that the shower room at the Muscle Dawgs gym had even experienced. Billy taking Cody's ass so rough and so hard that the smaller blonde was literally knocked into the wall with each hip thrust. Cody quickly reaching down with one hand to position his growing dick between his legs so it pointed towards the floor. Having it raised up and crushed between his groin and the solid tiled wall felt great, but it left funny bruises. At least it did the last time they did this. Because Billy wasn't just shoving his dick into Cody's ass with all his might, he was also shoving it upwards. Cody already just about on tiptoes being taken up every few rams.
Both young men started their end of fuck groans. Low and from a deep place inside of them. Neither one ever told the other they were about to start, yet both men always started at the same time. Those who heard it, and in a situation like this, there were few in the building who didn't, were always shocked that it didn't end in a shouting match. No, both men remained perfectly quite as they shot off at the same time. Billy deep within Cody's ass and Cody all over the floor. It wasn't the first time the guys fucked in a shower room. They had even snuck in a few back when they were in high school together. It was just easier. Since they always needed a shower afterwards anyway.
"You two idiots done?" They heard a low and thickly accented voice ask from the shower room entrance. Smiling like the goofballs they now where Cody and Billy turned to see the giant muscle Argentinean co-owner Paco standing a few feet away from them. His huge arms crossed on his chest, and not a happy look on a face that was used to not having a happy look on it.
"Just washing the spunk off Captain." Cody said as the guys rushed to clean themselves off from their adventure.
"You know, not exactly what the shower room is here for."
"Well, we're not exactly members of this gym." Billy said making a funny that only he and Cody got.
"What the… then get the hell out of here you shit heads!!!" Paco said tossing them a coupe of towels. "How'd you even get in here?"
"Front door." Cody said as if it was the stupidest question he'd ever been asked. He tossed the towel back but Paco did nothing to grab it. Just let it hit him in the chest and fall to the floor.
"Get out."
"Alright, alright. Thought this was suppose to be a friendly gym," Cody said as he and Billy left the main shower. A few men waiting till the fuck session was over to enter had gathered around the dressing area where the sinks were. Instead of Tim's suit coat and shirt hanging on the hook just outside, now there were Cody and Billy's long thin boardie shorts. Cody in his chocolate brown shorts that highlighted his deep tan. And Billy in his shocking red shorts that drew even more attention to his buff body.
Last for the guys to pick up on their way out were their two short surfboards, which rested against the wall where the former guy's clipboards rested. Paco walked the guys to the front door to make sure that the two beach boys hit the pavement. Then turned to speak to the staff about keeping a better eye on the door than they had that day.
The two blonde beach boys strutted up the street, their boards under their arms, not even the slightest bit effected by being thrown out of the gym. It had nothing to do with their love of the water and they could still work out at the beach so, it meant nothing to them. There was one thing that was important to the boys that they were discussing, and found the old Barber shop maybe holding an answer.
"Hey," Billy said sticking his head in the door.
"Yeeeeeeessssssssssss…" The Barber responded, getting a smile at his latest projects.
"You can bleach all this for me and not have it fall out, right?" Billy asked shaking a handful of his long dyed hair in the Barber's direction.
"Of course."
"See Cody, I told you there was a place in town…" Billy started saying as the shop glass door slowly closed.
"Building codes. Cody. I kill me," the Barber said beginning to laugh.
To be continued in Forget