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Exit Mark, Enter Eddie by burrlypup


Having my head shaved was a freeing experience on many levels. No longer did I have to spend 30 minutes everyday washing and combing and making sure it was neat. The sensations over the first few days were intense and I was aroused at the slighest touch. Soon that faded along with the tanline. My customers response was largely positive, with a few dramatic overreactions, but otherwise no big deal. By the weekend, I realized I had grown out a buzzcut which felt amazing - starting out prickly but growing into a brush-like feel, and then the baby chick stage where it's soft and smooth.

As intoxicating as Mark and Pete's company was, I knew I couldn't continue to be their side piece. I wanted a man of my own. Saturday night I met up with the couple and we had a fun, and platonic, shave down. Mark shaved my head, and I shaved Pete, who shaved Mark. I enjoyed every minute, but I let myself out as they began to take off their clothes. They beckoned me one last time but I resisted and thanked them for the shave.

A month passed, and after weekly headshavings, I decided to let my hair grow in. When my hair was about an inch long it irritated me to no end. I had hair nearly to my waist and it never bothered me - now barely an inch was almost unbearable. I was close to taking it all off again, and made plans to meet up with the boys for another shave.

Friday morning was slow, and I was servicing an espresso machine that had gone wonky over time. I was so engaged in the repair manual that I hadn't noticed a customer walk in. I looked up, and flinched a bit - there in front of me was a stunningly handsome fellow about my age, with a huge package.

"Sorry to startle you, the UPS man dropped this at my shop by mistake." The man, whose piercing hazel eyes and tanned square face with a light beard seemed more appropriate for a magazine than some shop. His black hair was cut into a flattop with a deep pile on top and about a #1 on the sides, bald faded at his nape.

"Thanks, I'm Franks. I mean Frank," I stumbled, grinned and then looked into his flirty eyes and reciprocative grin. "I appreciate it, I'm trying to fix my espresso machine and really needed this. Can I get you a free drink?"

"Sure, coffee works. My name is Eddie," he introduced himself.

"It's nice to meet you, Eddie. Come in for free coffee anytime. You're always welcome." I told him, sensing he needed to get back.

"Likewise. I own the barbershop down the street, why don't you come by and I'll hook you up with a fresh cut?" Eddie offered.

"You read my mind. When is good?"

"Come at 5pm. Thanks for the coffee stud!" Eddie winked and walked out. I took a deep breath and got back to work. This man made me tingle.

I left shop at 4 and ran some errands, so I arrived at the shop by 4:55. As I entered, Eddie was massaging a towel over a customers head. It was a two chair shop, and the other barber, Miguel - who I knew from my coffee shop - was heading out. He gave me 'mad props' for losing the manbun and that his bud Eddie would take care of me. Eddie chuckled, rolled his eyes, and focused on his customer, shooting me a gaze in between strokes of his razor. He intently shaved his customers head, with the grain then across, using a clear shaving gel. The young mans head shined under the shop lights. After the hot towel, Eddie rubbed some tonic on the bald head and patted it with his hands. I glanced at the floor and noticed this dude had lost at least six inches of wavy brown hair. When he got up, he smiled in the mirror and gave his smooth dome a long rub.

"Lost a bet, but this isn't too bad," the young man told me, still taking in the change, before paying and exiting. Eddie closed the door behind him, locking it and turning off the OPEN sign. I had sat in his chair and leaned back.

When Eddie caped me up, I told him that I wanted my head shaved like the last customer.

"Sorry Frank, but I've got something special planned for you," Eddie made clear, gripping my neck, as he clicked on his clippers. He cleared all the growth off the back and sides, up high. Losing the 'shag' felt great, and Eddie rubbed each shorn area. It looked to be an extra high, high and tight. He faded the sides into the top, which was still about an inch. I was curious as to what number he would use on top.

When Eddie applied the hot lather to the back and sides, I was about to cum. He shaved the back and sides with the grain, then across, followed by a foil shaver. I didn't think I had enough hair to comb, but Eddie began combing the top after rubbing in some butch wax, then used the hair dryer to make the hair stiff. It looked a bit ridiculous, shaved sides and a pile of hair on top. Eddie then clicked on his clippers and brought them up the crown of my head, straight down the center, stopping an inch from my forehead. He placed a comb flat on my head, tilted forward, and began running the clippers over it continually until I could feel the heat emanating from them.

I shivered as Eddie rubbed his flat palm across the top of my head.

"Hmmm, one moment," Eddie paused and then I felt more hot lather on top of my head. Eddie took one long swipe with his straight edge, shaving the lather off. Then he took his edger and blended the strip in with the sides. I looked straight in the mirror and gasped. My head was shaved except for the horseshoe shape flattop. It looked really great, fresh and masculine. I leaned forward and took in the 'landing strip' that was shaved back over the crown.

Eddie removed the cape and massaged a hot, steamy towel over my head. He leaned in front of me and kissed me, supporting himself with one hand gripping the back of my smooth head, and his other hand on my erection. I rubbed his deep pile flattop and pulled him on top of me, eventually standing up and pinning him against his work bench. He grabbed my butt as he turned me to the mirror, lowering my pants, he slide his ... you get the picture ;)

I woke up wrapped in Eddie's arms. I think I've found my man.



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