On a dare, I grew my hair out way past its normal length. My ex-girlfriend dared me to grow it shoulder length - or longer - far longer than the usual caesar cut. Over the months, the hair grew long, thick, and luxurious. She loved running her fingers through it, feeling my hair drape across her body, and shampooing it for me in our morning showers. We broke up a month ago, but remained friends. After dating for a year, we realized we were just too incompatible regardless of our desires. Better to just be friends. Seeing how the hot summer sun made my thick hair, and not wanting a reminder of the just-ended relationship, the time had come to cut it. One evening, I went to the hair salon. The salon was empty save for one customer and a hair stylist. The stylist told me she might have just enough time to cut my hair before closing at 9. Once her customer left, she asked me what kind of cut I wanted. "Cut it back to about an inch long. Like a caesar cut." "You want to lose that much hair? You sure? It's so thick and beautiful." "I'm sure." "In that case, would you donate it? We have a Locks for Love program. If you donate at least 10 inches of hair, I'll cut it for free. The hair goes to make wigs for cancer patients." she offered while plowing her fingers through my hair. "A free haircut and a chance to help somebody at the same time? Yeah, let's do that." "Okay, let me braid it and then cut off the hair about an inch up from the head. If the braid measures 10 or more inches, I'll do you for free." I felt her supple hands braiding my hair, and then a small sharp pull as she wrapped a pair of rubber bands around the braid. She pulled out her scissors, and with several determined snips, freed the braid from my scalp. "Let me get my ruler, and see how long this is." She pulled a ruler out of her cabinet, and placed the braid along its length. "You're just over 10 inches. You get a free one." As she began trimming the rest of my hair, she asked why I grew it out and then wanted to cut it. "My ex liked men with long hair and begged and dared me to grow mine out. I did it as a gift for her, but then after we broke up, I decided to cut it. She liked to shampoo it for me, but managing it on my own became more of a chore than the delight it was for her. That plus the heavy heat of summer, and not wanting a reminder of an old flame just added up to one haircut." "Sorry to hear you broke up." "Nothing to be sorry about. No drama - just an understanding that we were not meant to be together. We're still friends. So now that you know my story. What's yours?" "Oh, me? I just moved here a couple weeks back. I went to a hair styling school and then moved here when I heard they had an opening at this salon. I'm living with some friends now - and that works out okay for me. I had a boyfriend before I moved here, but he did not want to move because of his career, and I did not want to pass up a job. We're kind of separated." We continued to chat about our recent as the finished styling. Once done, she showed me my hair cut in a mirror. "Wow! That's a big change from what I had before. I like it. I'm going to need time to get used to this." I told her with a delightful smile. "You've done very well." She said it was time to lock up the salon, but before she tried to show me out the door, I asked her, "You know how you told me that if I gave you 10 inches, you'd do me?" "Yeah. There is no charge for the haircut." "I still have 10 inches." I said winking and glancing downward. She paused for a moment, and then smiled as if she caught me in a friendly fib. "10? No way! Nobody has 10." "Really. You can get your ruler and measure. 10 inches." "Okay. Even a whisker width less than 10, and you owe me double for the haircut, but if you have 10 inches, I'll do you for free. Double or nothing! You in or out on this bet?" "In. All the way in." She locked the front door, grabbed the ruler and led me to the back of the salon. "I aint doing this in front of the windows, cuz if I get caught, I lose my job." The back room of the salon had a couple of soft chairs that folded downwards in front of the hair-washing sinks. "Have a seat." she said as the gestured towards one of the chairs. I sat down and she immediately began unbuttoning my jeans. Once she pulled the jeans down to my knees, her eyes widened at the sight of the bulge in my boxers. A moment later, she had my boxers halfway down, took my cock out of confinement, and cradled it in her hands. "Wow! It's already a nice size and it's still soft!" "Let's get this flagpole up to full mast." she cooed as she caressed the shaft. I felt her supple hands stroking my shaft, encouraging my cock to attention. Her hands alone were enough to arouse me near full strength, but some long licks along the length and sucking the head brought my cock to maximum. "Let me get my ruler, and see how long this is." She placed her ruler along the side of my manhood. "You're just over 10 inches. You get a free one. Wow! I never saw such a hefty cock before. Let's see how wide you are." She moved the ruler across the cockhead and announced with an expectant grin, "Almost 2 and half wide! It's so thick and beautiful!" ----------------------- More later if you like it.