SLICKVILLE.COM - Seeing a Real Barbershop Combover by RCL

I love watching a beautiful combover, the hair perfectly fixed over the dome and coming from a straight low side part. Going bald myself, I enjoy combing my hair in that way and I also get hot whenever I am lucky enough to catch a glimpse of a traditional combover.

I had two recent combover episodes. The later happened today, when I was going on my way to the metro and got really hot as I saw a young man in his mid-thirties sporting an extremely well done combover, a real one, the hair parted just a little bit above the ear and the dome covered in that perfect manner that we appreciate. The hair looked wet and shiny. Just perfect.

The other episode was even better and took place a month ago in the barbershop I usually go to. While sitting and waiting for my turn, my attention was suddenly drawn to the barber's chair on my left as I heard a caped-up bald gentleman around his late forties or early fifties with his sides fully covered and combed to the back. He was telling the barber he was in the mood for a change and that he had let his hair grow a bit longer in order to cover the top.

I think you are able to imagine my state of mind. I was really hot, my eyes popping up in that direction, I just felt a little uncomfortable with the idea that all my excitement could be noticed.

The barber then said, "No clippers this time, right?" The man answered, "Keep the back and sides short but no buzzing this time. The part on the right, please." I was so turned on by those words I could barely keep myself seated. The sheer expectation of actually seeing a combover being done in a barbershop was just too much.

The barber then proceeded to spray the gent's hair with water — I presume — spraying more and more and messing it up with his left hand, leaving the hair glistening and dripping. The barber's back covered in a shiny vest was all I could see for a few seconds that seemed to last forever. But, as he turned to the right I could gather that he no longer had the sprayer in his hands and that he had grabbed a large comb which he used to comb the hair down around the man's head. This allowed me to get a more accurate perception of the hair's length the man let to grow in for the combover.

Using the same large comb, the barber started to pull the hair to the front on the right side, creating some wide grooves, and then grabbed another comb — much thinner — which he used to create a real perfect, low side part.

The whole scene was superb. The well dressed barber, wearing a tie, shiny captoes, his hair combed back with a slight pomp, behaved as if he was totally absorbed in the action taking place. His body curved as he combed the hair away from the part.

If this was pure fiction, I could go on describing all the immense delightful details of the process, but the fact is that the second chair was now empty and it was my turn to get in the chair. It didn't break the spell, but I surely felt I'd like to sit there waiting a little longer.

As I got up and walked to the chair, the erotic pleasure I was getting was quite noticeable and I really felt awkward worrying about it and trying to conceal it. Anyway, there was no coming back, absolutely impossible, as I heard the barber ask, "Is it too low?" and the gent's answer, "Not at all. It must be there or it won't do."

Then, unusually absent from my own haircut, I still listened to all that gentle snip-snip going on on my left, the hairdryer, and the final and decisive touch — an impressive session of hairspraying that seemed to have no end.

Well, I must tell you that my erotic attraction to combovers and low side parts has surely improved since then. Except on photo's, I had never seen one live.