Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 21:09:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: wiggle_worm_55@yahoo.com
Subject: Weekend-warriors-about-his-hair: part 2

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Weekend Warriors: Josh Gets a Haircut

Ever since that first sleepover at Craig's house, Craig and Josh remained
close friends - competing together on the wrestling team and spending time
together most weekends when Josh was not busy with his girlfriend, Sue.  As
a matter of fact, Craig's dad kept encouraging him to invite Josh over as
much as possible.

Josh would come over at least every other Saturday, and the boys would put
down Craig's wrestling mats and spend the afternoon practicing their
wresting moves.  All of the practice was improving their skill, as well as
developing and defining their muscles.  As their freshman year wore on,
Craig began to catch Josh in his physical development, as well.  His voice
began growing deeper, and Craig's dark blonde hair began to develop that
lustrous sheen that he had so admired with Josh's hair when Josh returned
for school after the summer spent in the vineyard.  Craig would still catch
himself staring at Josh's silky mane, being gently blown by the wind,
longing to lose his hands in its alluring beauty.

Craig's sister Becky would always make a nuisance of herself anytime Josh
came over, dreaming of Josh breaking up with Sue so she could be his
girlfriend, even though she was only seven years old.  And Craig's dad
would always find some excuse to tousle Josh's luxurious locks, or brush
Josh's bangs out of his eyes.  By this time, Josh had become accustomed to
Craig's family's infatuation with his hair, and was comfortable with it.
In fact, he was beginning to enjoy the attention his hair commanded.

Saturday dawned sunny and beautiful.  Craig awoke to his mom calling him to
the phone. "It's Josh," she said as she handed him the receiver.

"Hey there, stud!"  Josh had begun calling Craig 'stud' ever since puberty
hit and he began adding muscle to his trim frame.

"Hey Josh, what's up?" Craig replied.

"Sue has developed a cold, so I'm stuck with nothing to do today!"  "How
about some wrestling practice?"

Craig felt his blood grow warm at the thought of wrestling with Josh, their
bodies against each other, their hands sliding all over one another, and
Josh's dark, silky hair flying as they wrestled, brushing against Craig's
face and body in the movement.

"Man, I'd love to but I promised Dad I would do yard work today!"  Craig
sounded crestfallen.

"Well, if you had some help, could you maybe finish by lunch and practice
this afternoon?"

Josh's offer to help Craig in the yard was more than he could have hoped
for!

"Where do you think I might find anyone willing to do that?" Craig
playfully responded.

"For one of your Mom's lunches, I'd dig trenches all day!" Josh answered.

"Hold on, let me see," Craig said into the receiver.  "Mom! Can Josh join
us for lunch?"  "He's lonely!"  Craig said that last line loud enough that
Josh could hear him over the phone.

"Hey!  I'm not a charity case!" Josh protested.

"I think that would be fine," Mrs. J. replied, to Craig's utter delight.

"You're on!" Craig challenged Josh.  "You're my work boy this morning, then
I'll school you in wrestling this afternoon!" he continued.

"We'll see about that!" Josh responded.  "I'll be over in about fifteen
minutes."

Craig hung-up the phone and dashed upstairs to his room to get ready.  He
quickly threw on a T-shirt and some shorts, and spent most of the fifteen
minutes standing in front of the mirror, running his fingers through his
hair, trying to make it as shiny and supple as possible.  As much as he
admired Josh's hair, he wanted Josh to notice his.

Craig heard the doorbell, and Becky welcoming Josh.  He had to get
downstairs quick, before she totally embarrassed him!  He grabbed a pair of
sneakers, and hit the stars two at a time.  He ran into the living room and
greeted Josh with a huge bear hug.  He held him tightly, enjoying the
closeness of their bodies, and the slight scent of Josh's shampoo.

"Easy, stud!"  Josh teased, "wrestling is not until after lunch!"

"I'm just so glad to see you!  I've never had anyone volunteer to do all my
work!  I feel like Tom Sawyer!", Craig jested.

"Who said anything about ALL your work?" Josh retorted, "This is a
partnership arrangement!"

"OK, if you say so," Craig said in a downcast way, carrying the playfulness
even farther."  "Are you ready to get at it?"

"I am yours to command!" Josh exclaimed with a bow.  He held the bow
several seconds, and both Becky and Craig were entranced by his long brown
hair, dangling below his head.  He rose with a flourish, swinging his hair
back over his head.

Craig broke his trance. "Oh... OK, let's go then!" he finally stammered.

Josh followed Craig through the kitchen to the back yard, giving Craig's
mom a hug on the way.

"Would you rather mow or trim?" Craig asked.

"I had better mow.  I think I can tell where to do that without too much
instruction," he grinned.

"Mowing it is!" Craig exclaimed as he headed to the tool shed to retrieve
the lawn mower.

He checked the oil, and filled the gas tank.  When he pushed the mower out
of the shed, he was greeted by the final movement of Josh removing his
T-shirt. As he pulled it over his head, it lifted his hair above his head,
then allowed it to fall back into place.  His hair was down to his
shoulders now, and shimmered in the bright sunlight.

"I thought I'd work on my suntan some while I work," Josh explained.  "Why
don't you do likewise?"

"Sure, why should you be the only one to get burned!" Craig kidded as he
slid his shirt off over his head. Because of Josh's example of neat, long
hair, Craig's parents had consented to allow him to grow his longer, as
well.  This delighted Craig to no end, especially since his hair now had
the extra shine and body imputed by puberty.

Josh took the mower, gave the starter cord a couple of pulls, and brought
it to life.  He headed toward the edge of the yard to begin his mowing.
Craig went back in the tool shed, retrieved the trimmer, and started it up.
He headed toward the fence row, to begin trimming behind Josh.

As Craig was trimming, he would take every opportunity to swing around, so
he could catch a glimpse of Josh.  The wind was blowing slightly, catching
the long wisps of Josh's hair, and swirling them around his head.  Craig
also noticed that Josh's bangs, and the ends of his hair were beginning to
get wet from his sweat, and stick to his face and neck.  This brought a
shiver to Craig.

Unbeknownst to Craig, Josh was stealing glances at Craig from time to time,
noticing his longer hair, also becoming wet from sweat.

The boys finished with the back yard, just as Craig's mom came out on the
porch carrying a pitcher of tea with two glasses.  They turned-off their
machines, and gladly took refuge in the shade of the porch for a time of
rest and refreshment.

"Thanks, Mom! Perfect timing!" Craig shouted, his ears still ringing from
the noise of the trimmer.

"Yes, thanks, Mrs. J!" Josh echoed.

"You're quite welcome, boys," she replied.  "You are doing a great job!  I
think it helps Craig to have someone to keep him 'on task'," she teased.

As she went back into the house, Josh walked over and shook his head
violently, showering Craig with sweat from his hair.

"Hey, man that's not fair!" Craig yelled, trying to sound angry.  "My
hair's not long enough to do that to you, yet!"  Although he tried to sound
angry, he was actually excited by Josh's action.  He set his glass on the
table and took out after Josh.  Josh quickly dropped his glass and headed
across the yard.  It didn't take Craig long to catch him, whether by design
or not, Craig was not sure.  He wrestled Josh to the ground and pinned him
on his back.

"Since my hair is not long enough to fling sweat yet, you'll have to put up
with this!" he said as he dropped his head, and began slinging his sweaty
hair all over Josh's face.

"Uncle!" Josh cried, although he enjoyed the activity more than he wanted
to let on.

"Just remember, you're mine today!" Craig reminded him as he helped Josh
from the ground, and they returned to finish their iced tea.

After they had rested awhile, they refilled the equipment with gasoline,
and headed toward the front yard.  They continued their work, each stealing
glances at the other when they thought they weren't looking - Craig
visualizing Josh's long, wet hair flying as he sprayed him with sweat, and
Josh remembering the feel of Craig's soft, wet hair all in his face.

The boy's finished the yard work and took the tools back to the shed.  As
they were coming back to the house, Craig's mom came to the door to tell
them lunch was ready.

"Go wash up, and let's eat!" she said.

Josh and Craig raced upstairs to the bathroom, and each claimed a sink to
wash the grass and grime off their hands, arms, and faces.  As they passed
through the kitchen, Josh caught a whiff of spaghetti - one of his
favorites!

Craig wanted to hurry through lunch, so they could get to wrestling, but
Josh wanted to eat slowly and savor the delicious meal.

"C'mon man!" Craig pleaded.  "Time's a wastin'!"

"Craig, Becky and I are going into town this afternoon.  Don't forget you
promised your dad to get your hair trimmed today," Mrs. J. told him.

"OK, Mom," Craig whined, "but my hair is still not as long as Josh's!"

"It's not the length... it just needs to be trimmed up a little," she
continued.

"Ok, will do," he conceded.

"Aren't you done yet?" he goaded Josh.

"Ok! Ok!" Josh responded, "If you're so anxious to get whipped, then let's
go!"

They went upstairs and pulled down the wrestling mats in Craig's
room. Having been working all morning, they were already sweaty when they
began.  Josh's sweaty scent tended to make Craig weak in the knees, and he
had to concentrate to keep his attention on the wrestling moves.  It seemed
to Craig that Josh's hands were spending more time sliding across his body
than before - probably just his imagination!

They worked for awhile, took a short break, and began again.  Suddenly,
Craig was horror-struck.

"Oh No!  It's 4:30 already, and I have to go get a haircut!"

"What time does the barbershop close?" Josh asked.

"Five O'clock!" Craig shot back as he jumped to his feet and threw on his
shirt and shoes.  "Why don't you come along with me?  We can talk as we
run."

"OK," Josh agreed.

The boys shot out the front door and headed down the street.  They ran
almost all the way, but slowed down to walk the last block.


"Hey, Josh.  Why don't you let Larry give you a little trim today?"

"Oh, I don't think so.  Sue really likes my hair long." Josh replied.

"You don't have to get much cut off, just trim it up a little."

"What, you suddenly don't like my hair any more?" Josh kidded, knowing how
much Craig admired his hair.

"It's not that!" Craig protested.  "I just think you'll love the shampoo
that Larry gives beforehand.  Have you ever had a barber shampoo your hair
before?"

"No.  I haven't been to a barber since I let my hair grow, and before that,
I always just got the 'little boy's cut'," Josh answered.

"It's awesome!  He massages your scalp, and it's very relaxing!" Craig
continued.

Actually, it was not very relaxing for Craig.  He would always get aroused
whenever Larry was shampooing him, but he couldn't tell Josh that!

"I didn't bring any money," Josh continued with the excuses.

"My treat!" Craig offered, "C'mon!  Be a sport!"

Craig really just wanted to watch Larry give Josh a shampoo, imagining he
were doing it himself.

"Ok, but just a little trim!" Josh finally relented.

"Great!"  Craig was ecstatic.

The reached the barbershop at 4:45, and walked through the door.

"Hey Larry!" Craig greeted the lone barber, who was still cutting another
kid's hair.

"Hey Craig!  Who's your friend?" he asked.

"This is Josh, my wrestling buddy." Craig responded.

Craig thought Larry was cool.  He was in his mid twenties, very handsome,
and had silky light blonde hair about the length of his own.

"Are you both wanting haircuts today?" Larry asked, a little hesitant.
"Yeah, I actually talked Josh into a trim!" Craig crowed.

"I'm sorry guys, but I don't think I will have time to give both of you
shampoos and haircuts.  I need to leave by 5:45, and won't be through with
Jesse here for another 15 minutes."

Craig was crushed!  He looked down at the floor, and Larry could tell he
was greatly disappointed.

"I tell you what.  If you both really want haircuts today, there may be a
way we can get it done," he offered.

"What is it!?" Craig blurted, anxious to make it happen any way he could.

"I won't have time to give you shampoos, but if you would shampoo your own
hair while I finish up with Jesse, I would have time for your haircuts."

Craig looked at Josh with pleading eyes.  Josh smiled and nodded.

"Yes!!!" Craig thought to himself.

Larry walked with them over to the shampoo station.

"Actually guys, the way this is designed, it works better if you're leaning
back in the chair.  Would you be comfortable giving each other a shampoo?"

Craig could not believe his luck!  But then, he was not sure if Josh would
be game.  Josh looked at Craig, remembering the time he had run his fingers
through his hair that first night he slept over at Craig's, and how nice it
felt.  It might feel even nicer having him give him a shampoo.

Josh plopped down in the chair.  "Ok, stud, let's get this thing going!" he
teased.

Larry showed the boys how to fasten the smock around the neck, and how to
lean the chair back.  When Craig had Josh leaning back above the sink,
Larry went back to Jesse.

Craig's pants were especially tight as he looked down at Josh's gorgeous
hair cascading down into the sink.  He turned the water on, and as it was
warming up, he ran his hand through Josh's silky hair.  He could feel the
sweat and oils that had coated Josh's hair from their day's activities.  It
felt even silkier than he remembered.  He would wet his hand, then run it
through Josh's hair, testing the temperature of the water.  When he felt it
was right, he took the spray nozzle and wet Josh's hair.  Luckily Josh had
his eyes closed, so he couldn't see the dreamy look in Craig's eyes as he
lived out his fantasy.

After Josh's hair was thoroughly wet, Craig grabbed a bottle of shampoo and
squirted the white creamy liquid onto Josh's dark hair, which almost looked
black now.  He set the bottle down and began working the shampoo through
Josh's long hair.  He lifted his head, so he could get at the hair on his
neck as well.  When he had a thick lather, he began trying to imitate the
massage that Larry would give him, pressing his fingers firmly against
Josh's scalp, allowing his hair to flow between them as he moved all over
his head.

"Mmmmm..  That does feel nice!" Josh moaned.

"Not half as nice as it feels to me!" Craig thought to himself.

Craig would alternate between massaging Josh's scalp, and running his
fingers briskly through his hair, working up the lather more and more.
Finally, he decided all good things must come to an end, so he turned the
water on again, and rinsed the shampoo from Josh's hair, running his
fingers through his hair repeatedly, 'just to make sure all the shampoo was
out'.  He then grabbed a bottle of conditioner, and squirted a liberal
amount onto the top of Josh's head.  The conditioned felt so slick in
Josh's hair - it was better than the shampoo!

"Go ahead and leave the conditioner in," Larry instructed.  "We can rinse
it out after the haircuts."

Craig continued stroking Josh's slick, silky hair, enjoying the sensation
as long as he felt he could.  Finally, he rinsed his hands, and raised the
chair.  He removed the smock from Josh, and they traded places.

Josh fastened the smock around him, and leaned him back.  He could feel
Josh's hands as they followed the pattern he had set - running though his
oily, sweaty hair as the water became warm, then lightly wetting his hair
before finally wetting it thoroughly with the sprayer.  Josh then squirted
the shampoo on Craig's dark blonde hair and began working up a thick
lather.  He had to admit, as he began massaging Craig's scalp through the
thick lather, that this did indeed feel pretty good!

Craig was also thoroughly enjoying this shampoo from his best friend!  As
he felt Josh's fingers sliding through his hair against his scalp, he was
re-living his own experience of his hands lost in Josh's silky, soapy hair.

"Mmmmm," he had to moan.

"I guess you're a pretty good teacher," Josh kidded.

"You're a fast learner," Craig countered with a chuckle.

Josh finished shampooing Craig's hair, and rinsed the shampoo out, again
following Craig's example of running his fingers through it more than
absolutely necessary.  He then applied the cream rinse, and was surprised
that it felt even better, making Craig's hair even slicker than the
shampoo.

"If only Craig didn't have a shirt on," he wished to himself.

Larry broke into the boy's world, asking if they were ready.  Josh raised
Craig up, and removed the smock.  They walked over to the barber chair, and
Josh sat down first.

"I just want it trimmed up a little, don't take any length off," he
instructed Larry.

"You got it!" Larry replied, "If you're not satisfied, there's no charge!"
he kidded.

Larry took a comb, and began combing through Josh's conditioned-covered
hair, Holding locks between his fingers as he deftly trimmed just the
slightest amount off the ends, smoothing out an already awesome looking
head of hair.  Craig pulled up a stool and sat to the side, close enough so
he could watch Larry at work, and see Josh's beautiful hair up close.

When Josh was finished, he and Craig traded places while Larry performed
the same magic on Craig's dark blonde hair, made even darker by the
conditioner.

"Do you think I might could get a bottle of this conditioner?" Josh asked.
"I love the way it feels."

"You think it feels nice now, just wait until your hair dries," Larry
responded.  "It makes it feel even silkier than normal.  And yes, I have
some for sale."

"Well, if Josh is getting some, I have to also," Craig piped up.  "Can't
have him walking around school with silkier hair than me!"

Both boys cracked up at that remark, joined by Larry.

Larry finished with Craig's haircut and sent them back to the shampoo
station to rinse the conditioner from their hair while he swept up.

Craig leaned Josh back in the chair and ran his hands through Josh's
freshly trimmed hair while waiting on the water.  He then rinsed the
conditioner out, enjoying the silky feel of Josh's wet hair.  He then
grabbed a towel and towel-dried Josh's hair.  Josh then performed the same
task on Craig, sliding his hands through the slick, silky hair, then
rinsing the conditioner and drying it with a towel.

They went back to the barber chair and stool, where Larry took turns
alternately drying their hair with a blow-dryer, until they both had a
neatly-trimmed shiny head of hair, with bangs swept down almost to their
eyes.

Josh ran his hand through his newly cut hair, and agreed that it did,
indeed feel more silky than ever.  Craig couldn't resist, so he, too ran
his hand through Josh's hair comparing it to the memory he had of several
months ago.  Yes... it was much silkier....

Craig paid Larry for the haircuts and two bottles of conditioner, and the
boys walked out the door toward Craig's house.

"I tell you what, stud," Josh commented as they walked, "You can shampoo my
hair anytime!"

Craig just smiled...