When Brylcreem First Turned Me On

by Creemdreems

When I was in my early teens I lived in a small village in the South-West of England. Most of my friends were a bit younger than me, but one was a couple of years older, and I guess I looked up to him. He lived with his parents in a tiny, old cottage. One dark winter's evening I walked the short distance down the country lane to call on him.

He answered the door stripped to the waist in only his jeans, with a towel around his neck. His blond hair was tousled and wet as he'd just washed it. He asked me in and invited me to sit down. Thankfully, his parents were out, so I could relax. I sat in the armchair feeling the warmth from the crackling fire. He said he wouldn't be long but had to "do" his hair before we went out to meet some other friends.

He finished drying his hair and put the towel down, inspecting his floppy straw-like mop in the mirror above the fireplace. He then reached for the large jar of Brylcreem sitting on the mantelpiece and unscrewed the lid. Suddenly, the warm room filled with its wonderful smell, enveloping me - it was incredibly intoxicating! And as I watched, totally transfixed, he put his fingers in the jar to scoop out a large amount of the white cream, rubbing it gently between his palms before massaging it thoroughly into his hair. Then, reaching for the comb beside the jar, he started to comb the Brylcreem through his hair, studying himself intently in the mirror as he swept it back at the sides and shaped a quiff up from the forehead, taking it across and back from a parting at the side - always following the comb with his other hand to smooth and shape the hair. He must have regarded this as the undercoat, because he reached for the jar again and scooped out two large fingers full, but this time having rubbed it between his hands he smoothed it onto his hair following the shape he had just given it. Picking up the comb once more and styling with it over and over, flipping the comb around to make sure any excess Brylcreem caught in it was completely absorbed into every part of his hair. Finally, happy with his handiwork, he slipped the comb into his back pocket, and after a final look and touch, rubbed his hands on his jeans and looked at me with a big smile of satisfaction.

Through all this I sat motionless - hardly breathing, totally mesmerized as if in a trance, unable to take my eyes off his hair and the way he was styling it. The ceiling light above and behind him accentuated the shine on his hair beautifully. The transformation was amazing - from the dry, fluffy, shapeless mop of a few moments before, to this soft, glistening, golden quiffed hair he had styled to perfection.

I have been hooked on the look, smell and feel of Brylcreemed hair ever since and use it on friends and customers whenever I get the chance.

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