Roy was still in really good shape for being 60. His one fault, which his wife constantly nagged at him about was his hair that had gone totally grey. Her hair would be grey also except she paid her hair dresser good money to keep it a really nice dark brown. She was constantly on Roy to color his hair; it would make him look so much younger. Roy still had a pretty good head of hair, thinning a little but still full enough for a nice business mans cut that was just down on his ears and combed back 4 inches on top. He had never paid his wife much attention, he was doing well as the district manager and a 2nd vice president in a large corporation. What had finally gotten his attention was the regional manager and one of the 1st vice president's comment about "perhaps he should think of retirement." Roy was still a very vigorous and he thought, still top of the line managers. Someone else at the meeting commented to him that he was beginning to show his age. `What? I'm as healthy as a horse. What is showing my age?' To top it off, his wife came and said how some of the other ladies had commented that his grey hair made him look so much older, well, that was her story.
On the flight home, his wife picked up the theme of how much younger he would look if he would just darken his hair. Roy had seen old men with dyed hair. It looked so fake. They had been home a day or two when she brought him a hair color for men and told him he should use it. He wasn't about to color his hair. That was that!
He had started telling his old friend and barber, Bill, about all this stuff about his grey hair and his age. "Dyed hair looks dyed." Roy declared. "Well," Bill said, "there is another answer. You could get a younger hair style." Roy glanced at him. "A younger hair style?"
"Sure. Shorter hair is in and there wouldn't be so much grey on top." "How short, Bill." "How short would you be willing to go?" "Bill, we've been friends for more years than matters. Just do what you think will look best. I'm not going to color it. I'd rather be totally bald."
Bill completed putting the paper strip and fastening the cape around Roy's neck. "I think you'll like this. If you don't like the cut, it'll be free. I'd like to give you a whole make over. It would take fifteen years off your age. You're still out jogging and playing tennis. Folks would think you are a lot younger."
"I'm in your hands," said Roy.
Bill picked up the Osters and changed to the 00000 blade. Many barbers start at the nape of the neck and work around to the sides and do the finish work on top last. Bill decided that for Roy he might should do the top first and not allow him to change his mind when he saw that it was indeed going to be taken all off. From the center of his forehead all the way to the back of his crown, Bill mowed off Roy's hair at skin level. The blades were sharp and well oiled. They quickly buzzed the top off. The hair had piled up in front of the blades and been pushed off the back of his head onto the floor. Roy could feel the cool air on his practically bare skin. Bill pushed his head to one side and took the sideburns off and kept going to the top. The hair fell onto Roy's chest and into his lap with a plop. His eyes rolled down to see the ball of grey hair laying there. He didn't say anything. He had told Bill to do whatever he wanted. In less than 8 minutes flat, Roy had only fine sandpaper stubble on his head, top, sides, or neck. It was all off.
Roy's pride and joy was swiftly removed when Bill tilted his head back sot that his face looked up. Using the same 00000 clipper blade, the moustache and goatee vanished. Now Roy felt truly `naked'. He had grown his face hair 15 years earlier. It was almost his signature trademark. He had tried to pull his head back as Bill touched his face and swiftly pushed the clippers across his upper lip. When his face was pretty well sheared, Bill let his chin go so that Roy could lower his head. Bill turned the chair around and used the wispy long white haired brush to remove any stray cut hair that had clung to his head and shoulders.
The man looking back from the mirror did indeed look younger, if not recognizable immediately. "I'm not finished yet," said Bill. "Just wanted you to see how it was coming." The cape was removed and the paper strip was replaced with a small towel that was tucked into his shirt collar. He turned Roy back around and used a damp towel to go over his head and face cleaning it free of even the smallest cut hair that might have been missed by the brush. The hot lather machine whirred to life and Roy's head was soon covered with a smooth layer of foam. Bill used a Mach III razor to remove the little bit of stubble that was left. Then he re-lathered his head and shaved it in the other direction. This ensured a very smooth finish to the skin. The old black leather and chrome chair was reclined about 45 degrees. Bill put a really warm steamy towel over his face to soften the facial hair. A few minutes later, that was replaced with the foamy lather. Bill used his straight razor to shave Roy's face. When he was finished he used the warm towel to clean up the work. He sat the chair back upright and removed the small towel from Roy's neck.
Without even
asking, Bills next move was to trim up Roy's eyebrows. Then a soothing but lightly spicy lotion was used on Roy's head. Bill suggested that he get a good sunscreen and not wear a hat for a few weeks while he was out of doors. Once his head was tan, it would look even better. The chair was lowered and Roy stood up. "Well, it does look good," he said to Roy. I won't have Helen nagging me any more about getting it colored unless you sweep up the floor and I take that home in a baggy - she could dye that," he laughed. His head felt light. He did look years younger. He snugged his tie back up and put his jacket back on. He kept looking at himself this way and that in the big mirror's. A new wardrobe wouldn't hurt the look either. This old suit was at least 10 years old and his other ones were that same charcoal grey, black or blue. He paid Bill and said he was off to the men's store. This was going to cost dearly.
At the Men's Shop he put his wardrobe in the hands of a young man about 30 years old. "I need a more modern, up to date look. Something that will make me look younger. The best quality." The young consultant had Roy take of his coat. He made all the measurements and went to work. It took about 2 hours to put together 5 suits and an assortment of shirts and ties. The young man was impressed with Roy's physique when he learned that he was a little over 60.
Helen could hardly believe the change when she got home. Here wasn't a tired old looking man, but one that looked to be in his mid 40's or at most 50 years old. After his sartorial excursion, Roy had gone to the tennis club and played a few sets. Taken a shower and gone to pick up the two suits that had been promised for that afternoon. He'd thought to surprise his wife even more by changing and taking her out to their favorite restaurant. She felt his smooth face when he kissed her and rubbed her hands across his shiny head. `At my age' she was thinking. `I just need to get him in bed. We can eat any time.' But she let him wine and dine her, the handsome man of hers. Then it was home. No tv after eating tonight. "Into the bedroom young man." She helped him out of his jacket and was working on getting his tie off. When he held her. "I can undress myself dear. Don't you think you could skin down yourself?" It had been a while since they had made love so passionately. Not only did Roy look younger, she made him feel younger. This was almost like they were just married again. He was aroused by the transformation and by her lively hands and mouth. When his cock was standing tall, erect and full, she did something that they hadn't even tried for over 30 years; she climbed up and lowered her hot wet cunt down taking it all the way in. She rode him to perfection. She had several shuddering orgasms when he climaxed and shot his hot cum way deep inside her. They felt young again. They lay together and continued to make love after the sex was over. It was like a total renewal of their life.
The 1st VP made an unexpected stop to Roy's office the next day. One of his missions was to determine if it was time to make way for a new District Manager. Sort of move Roy over to make way for some new blood. He was familiar enough with the staff that he just buzzed by the secretary. He stood stock still in the doorway, just looking at the man now sitting behind Roy's desk. Roy took him around and showed him all the projects he had underway and how they would improve the service and the operation of the business. The 1st VP was impressed. Perhaps instead of putting Roy out to pasture, they might think of moving him up. His mind sort of forgot that Roy was 60. The man had the vigor of a much younger person, he was up to date and had positive ideas that would impact the company. He told Roy that he could probably expect a promotion within the next three to six months.
perhaps best of all. his younger look gave him a new confidence. Helen encouraged him to keep his head and face shaved which translated into a new lease on his home life. they began to do things and go places together. and his sex life.... ahhh ... what a change that had made. He went to bed earlier and there were more mornings when he had a new spring in his step.
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