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Jason the Jock Gives a Good Flattop by burrlypup


(*This story is contains homoerotic elements.)

I share a dorm with my best bud, Jason. He's on our college wrestling team and he usually wears a tank top, shorts and trainers with a fitted baseball cap. He's got some really thick, dark eyebrows and a short, dense beard. Despite hanging out several times a week, I've never seen Jason without his cap on. The sides of his head appear shaved high, but I had no idea what the top looked like. My curiosity led me to attend one of his wrestling matches and I finally got a glimpse. The sides were shaved high, but what was always hidden under the cap was a perfectly executed flattop! The back of his head was shaved to the crown so the cut forward. His hair was so thick that no scalp showed through on top where it was buzzed down tight and flat. Jason waved to me after winning his match and I approached him to congratulate him. He asked if I could help him with something in the locker room, so I followed.

He pulled the straps of his singlet down and asked if I could massage his shoulders. He pulled a muscle but didn't want his next competitor seeing him hurt. I didn't mind at all, it was nice bonding with him and I got an aerial view of his amazing flattop as I worked out the pulled muscle just below his scapula. I continued higher, rubbing his muscular neck and even caressed his smooth, shaved nape up the back of his head.

"What barber do you go to?" I asked, sensing I might not see him without a hat again.

"Me," Jason chuckled. "Did I mess it up?" he asked.

"Not at all. It looks professionally cut." I responded.

"Thanks, man. My dad taught me how to cut a flattop and I think it looks pretty cool."

"I was curious, you always wear a hat."

"I get a little self-conscious, it's a pretty extreme cut and I don't want to scare people off."

"It looks cool, you should show off your skills, not hide them." I told him as I rubbed my palm over the top of his head, which felt amazing. I must have stroked the buzzed part two or three times before I caught myself and backed off. Jason laughed and lifted his singlet straps back up.

"Thanks for your magic hands, my shoulder feels great!" Jason said as he hustled back to the wrestling meet. I glanced up at a mirror and my face was red. I felt really warm, so I went over to the sink and splashed my face with some cold water. I smoothed my hair back - imagining what a flattop would feel like on my head, instead of my soft, dark blond waves. I pulled a lock down and it almost reached my chin, a good eight inches. Perhaps I could ask Jason for a trim? Or maybe a flattop. Could I really go through with such an extreme makeover? I stroked my long locks, admiring the softness and how they framed my face. Perhaps I could be vague with Jason and leave the decision up to him? I exited the locker room as Jason pinned his opponent and won his last match of the day. He threw his strong arm over my shoulder and we returned to the locker room, soaked in sweat and sliding off his singlet as he made his way towards the showers.

"I'm going to need those magic hands again," Jason asked as he dried his hair, then wrapped the towel around his waist before he sat on the bench. I began massaging his shoulders and back, then his arms and hands. He let out a silent moan when I got closer.

"Can you massage my neck?" He asked, and I began massaging his neck, taking the liberty of rubbing the stubbly back of his head higher and higher until my hands were now focused on exploring his stubbly back and sides. "Thanks, man!" Jason said as he threw on some shorts and a tank top and walked out with me, leaving his cap in his locker. Over the next couple of days, I noticed Jason didn't wear his cap at all.

I was getting into the shower one morning, and glanced into our bathroom trash can. It had dark clumps of hair in it, and there was a ring of stubble in the sink, and clippers still plugged into the wall. Jason must have trimmed his flattop the night before and I was eager to see him with a fresh cut. I didn't have to wait. I heard a tap on the door, so I opened it.

"Hey, sorry I meant to clean up better but feel asleep." Jason explained. I nodded as I admired his much shorter flattop - I could actually see scalp shining on top! The sides were razor smooth and the front was no longer than 3/8".

"I went a bit shorter, you like it?" Jason asked, rubbing the top. "Got a real landing strip now, even shaved it - wanna feel?" My mouth was dry, I reached forward and touched his "landing strip" with my finger tips. It was smooth! Well, when I rubbed with his hair growth. As I rubbed back, my fingers encountered friction. Jason seemed to enjoy all the attention, and he caught me off guard as he pulled me close and kissed me. Our towels dropped to the floor and we continued making out, rubbing our junk together.

"I want you to cut my hair." I asked him, the heat of the moment disabling my judgement.

"Right now?" he laughed as he pressed his body into mine, and my only reply was a nod, then I knelt on the floor in front of him.

"Well, I only know three haircuts. Flattop, high and tight, or bald." Jason explained.

"Surprise me," I told him.

I heard a humming sound, then felt Jason run his fingers through my forelock, grabbing all the hair on top as he ran the clippers through. Short locks fell into my face, and six to seven inch locks fell to the floor. Jason brought out his flat comb and began combing the tufts that remained and running the clippers over it until the top of my hair was flat and the sides were still long. Jason buzzed the sides and back high - the cut was starting to resemble his magnificent flattop. Fifteen minutes later, he was free handing the clippers from my nape over my crown and down the middle of my head to refine the landing strip. Another five minutes passed and the clippers were silenced. I looked up at the mirror and I looked really handsome with the flattop. I couldn't believe how masculine I looked.

"Let's rinse off stud." Jason told me as we got into the shower and soaped each other up and explored our bodies. I soon learned what the landing strip was for.

About an hour after, Jason and I were laying in our twin beds pushed together and we became known as the two gay dudes on campus with flattops... during our sophomore year. Our junior year would start off with a much different, perhaps shinier look.




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