Mark, part 2 by burrlypup

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I found myself knocking on a door about three blocks from mine, and by the third knock the door opened.

"Hey Frank!" Mark greeted me and offered me a hug, lingering a bit before leading me into his home, told me to take a seat in his living room. Things got candid in a hurry.

"So, I've been trying to strike up a conversation with you for the longest time. I think you're really handsome," Mark gushed. It was a bit unexpected.

"I'm confused. You have a boyfriend. I saw you kissing him yesterday." I said sternly, thinking he was just messing with me.

"Oh. Me and Pete have been in an open relationship for years. I just figured you were alternative, perhaps open to sharing." Mark smiled, I sighed.

"That doesn't really appeal to me, to be honest, I don't like to share. I should go." I had forgotten the reason I came in the first place, but Mark reminded me by pulling me close to him on the couch and gripping my manbun in his hand. His grip tightened and I could feel his strong fingers massage my head through the thick hair. His lips met mine and I shivered. I placed my hand on his smooth scalp and rubbed it, from nape to forehead, back and forth. Mark rubbed my growing erection through my pants as he kissed me. Then I heard someone walk in, soon after that a low chuckle at which point Mark looked at the interrupter.

"Mind if I join?" asked the ginger haired man, Pete.

"I should really go." I told Mark. He released his grip off my manbun and we separated, still aroused and cooling off.

"It's a shame, you're going to miss the show," the man said, pulling his long hair out of its bun, letting his long hair fall to his waist. "Mark here is going to razor my head as smooth as his tonight." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I certainly had my own fascination with shaved heads, but how could I miss seeing this handsome man go from Samson to Mr. Clean?

"After he let me shave his head this morning, I thought it was really sexy, feels amazing between the thighs," Pete winked at me.

"Frank here thought the same thing, said he's ready to lose some hair, too." Mark added.

"Really?! This could be a lot of fun. You want to shave my head?" Pete said as he wrapped his thick arm around my shoulder. The throbbing in my pants made me answer yes.

"Great, let's do it now." Pete continued as he pulled me down their hall into their bathroom.

Pete disrobed and sat on the edge of the tub with me and Mark standing over him, taking off our clothes. The scissors were placed in my fist, and Mark leaned in towards me so I could snip off his long hair. I lifted his face up and pulled his forelock down, and it cascaded to the floor. I opened the scissors and closed them shut. Then I cut his long locks off, one by one, until there was only an inch left covering his whole head, except for that golden forelock that hung to the floor. I caressed it and slowly crunched the scissors shut. At the moment it met the floor with the rest of his hair, I could feel Mark behind me, fully erect and pressing into my back. He took the scissors from my hands and it happened so quickly after that. I felt the cold metal at my nape, and then a whoosh of blunt cut hair fall forwards into my face.

Mark placed my manbun on the counter, and then I heard the clippers begin to purr next to my ear. The clipping was severe as Mark shoved them up the side of my head, carving out of buzzed line diagonally across my scalp. When he finished, Mark handed me the hot clippers as he rubbed his hands all over the stubble that remained. Pete had started rubbing my nether regions with his lips and mouth, and I was about to erupt. I lunged the clippers into the remnants of his red mane, clearing his head as quickly as Mark had done with mine. Soon I was rubbing his stubble as Pete rubbed mine.

We took our time to enjoy the fresh buzzcuts, but then crowded into their shower. Under the showerhead, we rinsed and kissed and fondled one another. I kneeled down as Mark applied pressure to my shoulder. The two handsome, naked men lathered my head and double teamed it with two razors, shaving it against the grain. I showed my appreciation orally. As the last bit of stubble was shaved from my head, Mark shot his load, covering my scalp. I stood up and kissed him, pushing Pete down to his knees to receive his shave.

Pete serviced me as Mark lathered up his head and began to shave it. I leaned back and watched the razor work, clearing inch wide strips of shaving lather, leaving smooth skin behind. Once Mark was satisfied, he rinsed off Pete's bald head with the shower stream and I came like I never had in my life. Pete looked me in my eyes and smiled, gulping as he rubbed my muscular hairy thighs. He dipped his head down and rubbed his slippery bald head against my scrotum, making me shoot again.

As Pete stood up, we all grinned at each other, until I rubbed Mark's head and pressured him into kneeling. I shaved the fine stubble off, leaving his head smooth as mine and Pete's.

The next morning, I woke up wedged in the middle of two hot, sweaty bald men. I sat up at the edge of the bed and rubbed my head, still in disbelief that I was now completely bald. Mark sat up next to me and kissed my head, pausing to give it a long rub.

"So, um... I see you worked your sharing issues out," said, grinning at me.

"I'll have to manage." I smiled back.

THE END

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