01: The Thrill Was In The Shearing by burrlypup

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Friday Night, 6pm:

The towels tumbled as I sit on the floor, slightly hypnotized by the rotating blur. I hastened the process by bumping the dryer up to high heat, even if it meant the towels wouldn't be as fluffy. My attention quickly averted to my roommate Dylan entering the laundry room, covered in sweat with his dark wet hair flowing like vines over his well defined nape and muscular shoulders. With a flick of his wrist, he bound all of his luxuriant mane into a relaxed man bun and tossed his clothes off and into the vacant washing machine. I kept my gaze casual as he sat next to me in nothing but his boxer briefs and started talking about his day and the girl he was seeing. Before he got up to leave, he asked if I could help trim his neck. I nodded and told him, "Sure." It was something he'd ask me to help with once or so a month, so I was comfortable doing it.

I met him in the bathroom of our apartment upstairs and he'd already plugged in the clippers and was clipping his beard down to an even #1 as he always did every Friday evening. The clippers felt hot in my hands as I cleaned the beard hairs off. Dylan stared intently as he gazed into his reflection of his tri-fold mirror. The girl he was dating made a comment about how she liked the look of a topknot with buzzed sides and since he really liked her, he thought he would surprise her by buzzing his sides tonight. He kept combing and snapping into place sections of hair on top. I was surprised how extreme this cut would be! I would be shaving most of his head, leaving only the top. I made sure his hair was evenly sorted before I started cutting. Dylan steeled his nerves as I began bluntly slicing off the long hair off of the sides in handfuls, followed by a more even trim to take the sides down to an even half inch. Then I started with the clippers up the back of his nape, clearing his thick hair off in tracks. The fine stubble left behind felt so good. I kept rubbing it and noticed that Dylan enjoyed it a lot. When the clippers went silent, we were both noticeably aroused with heat emanating from our bodies. We were both covered in hair, so we ended up taking a shower together. As I lathered up and shaved my head, I couldn't help but notice Dylan staring. When our gaze met, he smiled briefly and pushed himself under the flowing hot shower head, then hopped out of the shower. His hair was still long on top, but when wet it wasn't as magnificent as it was just an hour before. As I finished shaving my head and rinsing off, he cleaned up his hair and wiped down the sink, shouting a "Thanks!" as he left the apartment.

Saturday morning, 8am:

I woke up the next morning and prepped my meals for the week. I made some coffee, and like clockwork, Dylan was up and running as soon as the the coffee pot was full. As he mixed in his sugar and creamer, I took a second to admire my handiwork from the night before. As I gazed, I noticed his manbun had been bluntly chopped! Instead of flowing down to his shoulders, it was now just two inches past his rubber band. It looked uneven, as if someone had hacked it off. Dylan noticed my stare.

"Things got a little strange last night, would you mind evening this out?" Dylan half-explained, cracking a smile.

"I want all the details." I replied and Dylan nodded, as I fetched my barber shears.

"We were back at her place and she loved the buzzed sides - she couldn't keep her hands off. She mentioned that my hair was too long on top for a proper man bun look. I figured I would just trust her judgement since I already cut off most of my hair for her anyway. She started to take my clothes off and got me super hot. She pulled out her scissors and started to snip my hair shorter and shorter until only this was left," Dylan told me as he stroked his truncated manbun affectionately.

"So she's happy with the look?" I asked.

"Well, before I left she mentioned that since I've already cut off so much, perhaps I should buzz it all. It's strange, but I really like her. And she is right, I've come this far so cutting off the rest isn't that big of a deal. So, will you buzz me down?" As shocked as I was to see him so willing to lose his hair, his logic made sense. And the idea of not having to wait an hour for Dylan to wash and dry his hair everyday was highly appealing.

Dylan was actually giddy as I turned on the clippers and placed them at his forehead. He shuddered as I plowed them through his hairline, and within a few seconds, the final strands were severed and what remained of his manbun fell to the floor. The clippers took two trips over his scalp then fell silent. I rubbed his velvety scalp and he loved the sensation, throwing both hands up to feel it for himself. He jumped in the shower to rinse off. I played with his manbun for a bit before adding it to the rest of his hair in the garbage bin.

Dylan emerged from the shower, rubbing his buzzed head and taking it in. I heard him call her and agreed to meet her for lunch. I slipped out around noon to pick up groceries and have my oil changed, so figured Dylan would still be out when I returned.

Saturday, 5pm:

I noticed the door was unlocked and heard a rustling sound coming from the bathroom. I set down the groceries and locked the door behind me. As I drew closer to the bathroom door, I heard giggling and as I peaked through, I saw Dylan on his knees, and a beautiful girl - SHAVING his head with a razor.

"Is it short enough yet?" Dylan asked his girl.

"Almost honey, let's shave it again. Against the grain." She said as she took one of his fingers into her mouth. Dylan noticed me, and he winked, so I left the two alone to finish his final haircut.

Later that evening, after his beautiful date left, Dylan dove onto the couch besides me.

"Never thought in a million years we'd have the same haircut, yet here we are." Dylan said playfully as he rubbed my head. "Ooh, feeling kind of rough there buddy. I suppose I could pay you back now for all the trims."

"Sure buddy. So.... was 'it' THAT good?" I asked. Dylan closed his eyes, smiled wide and nodded.

"Had to ask. I'm guessing I'll be seeing more of her around?"

"I have a feeling the thrill was in the shearing for her, so no," Dylan said, with a little less glee, "Honestly I've seen her do this with other men before: she'll start dating a long haired dude, work her way into his mind, then a few weeks later I'll see the dude completely bald, as she moves onto her next victim. I know at least five dudes who have gone from waist length hair to none since she's started working out at my gym."

"She sounds very strange."

"It's just her 'thing' and it really got her off. Man, that was intense!" Dylan said as he stroked his bald head. "I've seen her next dude and he's kind of a prick, so it'll be funny watching him go from Samson to Mr. Clean over the next week."

"I bet. So, are you itching to grow your hair back?"

"Not at all, I love being bald! Man! The sensations of having my head shaved slick felt so amazing. Not just because I had a hot girl doing it. I am so glad I went through with it. You should have told me how good it feels!"

"It does feel great. I know you're a ladies man, but there are some things I could show you if you're open minded."

"I'm listening," Dylan said as he in pulled closer and smiled.

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