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Greaser Danny Boy gets all slicked up

The more grease that Greaser Dannyboy uses the sexier he looks!!!

Here Danny starts out with AGS (American Greaser Supply) Pomade and then goes wild with the Wildroot. Buy AGS in the Grease Shop.

This time Greaser Dannyboy finds some of that old time favorite, "Score," and squeezes out most if not all the green goo and spreads it out all over.

A little about Greaser Danny boy and his slick hair fetish

I'm Danny, from southern Mississippi, I'm 43, single, 5'6", 200 lbs, auburn (furniture red) hair, mixed with grey. I rarely am seen without a greasy head. I'm a greaser, rockabilly nut... Slick hair, any fashion, will make me all googled eyed. I cant see enough of it.

I've had the slick hair fetish since early teenhood. My cousin, Jimmy, owned his barbershop and most of my time I spent in the shop with him. I think I was about 13 years old. I got my first boner one day when this guy came in for a cut. This was in the 60's. This guy had the darkest black hair that I had ever seen. He wore cowboy boots, jeans, and a white long sleeve western shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Very cool dude. I was sweeping the hair off the floor and washing combs to store in the barberjar. I eventually went to the corner of the room in a chair where customers waited, and watched my cousin comb through this guys hair as he cut it. He only wanted a trim, mainly around the ears.

After my cousin finished the cut, I had the trill of my entire life. I was born a full fledged slick hair teen, with a style of his own. My cousin reached behind him on the counter, as the guy requested him to do, reached in a jar of pomade and rubbed it in his palms, and pressed it to his scalp. There was strands of long black hair all over this guys face. Now my boner came when the comb pulled back the slick, shiny, glisting, most adorable smelling hair that caused my throat to shrink, and my toes to spread. The most incredible thing that I will never forget about that one moment in time, was when the guy was undrapped and turned his back to me to pay my cousin -- the shadow on this guys collar where the pomade had melted.

Later, after working in his shop several months, without any charge, It came time for my haircut, and free. If the truth was known, I think Jimmy is a slick hair fetisher as well. He is married, and now currently our Chief of Police here. Here's my story: After he closed his shop one Saturday at noon, he and I were cleaning the entire shop. At the time I worked there, I was really poor, and could not afford a haircut, which then was $1.25. Man...my head looked like a half cut hedge bush. He told me he wanted to cut my hair for me to repay his graditude for my help I had done for him in his shop. It wasn't long before school started, and I took up his offer. Sitting in the chair draped with the tissue tight around my neck -- remember those?, I was getting to the point of just surrendering my fetish, and let him do his thing! I was in heaven, here, my cousin, with a head full of greased curls, hot, and good looking, carving a do on my head. I had longish type hair then, about7 inches long -- he ask how short I wanted it. I told him to do what he wanted to do. After the shampoo, he cut about 2 inches off my head. After he finished with the cut, I could hear him in the tin of pomade, smelling it while he worked it up in his hands behind me. Across the room was a mirror that I would eyeball him in quite often. Man, when I felt the cold pomade hit my scalp, and smelled the stimulating pomade, man. I sprouted a third leg! He dipped in the tin three times, enough to plaster wallpaper. He wrapped a hot towel, rather wet, around my top head. woooooooo that felt good. He combed my hair up, over, forward, backward for a good while there. He ended up with a very well slick, shiny head of hair, parted on the right, with a pomp in front -- man, walking out of the shop, I felt like a real man!

Danny

Editor's Note: The above was taken from two messages Greaser Dannyboy left on Yahoo! Groups. He went on to write a more detailed feature story especially for the SlickVille.com about his barbershop experience which we are thrilled to present. Click on the purple button below.


A slick craving lead to a slick career for this ole Dannyboy -
by Greaser Dannyboy

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