A New Experience by Skinned21

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I’ve been shaving my head off and on for about three years now. I love the action of it, I love the feeling of it. And, I look pretty good bald, which is just an added bonus. It’s hard to believe that I first scraped off my several inches of hair on my head just because of a bet I lost. However, this is not a story about me, it is about my best friend Jeremy.

Jeremy and me have been friends since high school. We were actually an unlikely pair, he being an athlete and myself being part of the choir. We first met in our English class, when we had to do a project on diagramming sentences. We were complete opposites in almost every way, he had brown hair, I had blonde. He was muscular and very good looking while I was tall and lanky and not necessarily ugly, but not model type material. It seemed that our opposites brought us together and exposed us to new ways of thinking and different ideas.

After high school, we went to separate colleges, but that was only for one year. Jeremy moved out of the state for that year, but he got a little home sick and decided to transfer to the university I was attending. This made me extremely happy because it was tough not being able to hang out with him for a year.

When he came back to town, we decided to share an apartment with each other. I know that some say that you should never live with your friends because it may harm the friendship, but that has not been a problem for us. We have been living together for almost two years now and things have been great. Of course, things got really exciting a couple of months ago.

At this time I had grown my hair to a short buzz. Every now and then, I just grow my hair out, but no longer than a buzzcut. Sometimes I would ask Jeremy if he wanted to shave my head for me, but he had never taken the opportunity. I’m not sure if I asked him so that hopefully he would cut his hair. I didn’t want him too necessarily shave it bald, but at least get a crewcut or something. Jeremy has always had the same basic hair style. He even had it cut the same way before I met him. His hair has always been on the longish side, with awning-like brown bangs that always covered his entire forehead. I don’t think his back and sides were ever shorter than an inch.

But something different happened on this day when I tempted him to shave my head for me, he actually seemed a little interested. He asked me, "Chad, why do you shave your head?"

"I’ve told you before," I said "I like being in control of my own head. People think they should spend time styling their hair and stuff like that, hell, that’s exactly what I thought before I took the plunge. But I’ve learned how cool it is to be bald, and it’s my choice as to which hairstyle I have, or lack of hairstyle I guess."

"Well, I still don’t’ understand why you do it. But, I guess I’ll shave it for you tonight since you’ve asked for so long for me to cut it for you. Hell, maybe it will be fun."

"Of course it will be. Maybe I’ll get you to purge your head of all that hair," I said.

He waited for a second and finally responded "Yeah, right."

"O.K, I’ll have you do it later this evening."

"No problem," Jeremy stated as he went to this room.

For the rest of the day, I couldn’t help think about the conversation I had with Jeremy. I also couldn’t believe that he hesitated for just a little bit after I said I could probably get him to shave his head. At this point, I decided that in some way that I would get him to try a buzzcut, at least, after he cut my hair. I wasn’t sure exactly how I would approach the subject, but maybe he will think of cutting his hair while he is giving me my haircut.

Well, the time had come to clear the fuzz from my head. I brought a stool into the bathroom and set out the clipper, shaving gel, and razor. I took off my shirt and pants so that I was just in my boxers. I told Jeremy that I was ready and he appeared a couple of seconds later in the bathroom.

"All right, let’s clean your head," he said. "O.K. what do I do first? Don’t I need to put a guard or something on these clippers."

It seemed like the clippers were foreign to him, and also to his own head as well. "No, just run it over my head without the guard. That is the closest it will get before the shave with the razor."

I sat down on the stool. He turned on the clippers, filling the air with a pleasant powerful hum. "So . . . how do I use this to cut the hair?" he asked.

I told him "Just lay that metal part flat against my head and plow through."

"All right," he said. Jeremy started right at the front and pushed back, mowing a stripe across my head. I saw that he smiled after this first pass. He turned off the clippers and placed his hand where the hair was removed. "Wow, you hair was short before, but now it seems long compared to this area."

"Just keep on going," I commanded. Jeremy turned the clippers back on and lengthened the stripe he had already created. He continued over the entire head, spraying dirty blonde hair on my body and on the floor. He tired to be a perfectionist, making sure to destroy any stray hairs. I looked at him every so often, and he seemed like he was having fun. I haven’t seen him in quite that way before.

Jeremy switched the clippers to the off position and moved his left hand over my entire head to brush off any hair that was attached to my velcro bristles. "Well, step one accomplished," he stated," want me to lather your head now?"

"Not yet," I said," I’m going to jump in the shower first so my head can get a good shave."

"Oh . . .," Jeremy said," O.K., I’ll wait till your done."

I slipped off my boxers and jumped in the shower. It was great to feel the water directly on my scalp again, even though there was still some hair that needed to be removed. I love feeling the stubble on my head. However, the feeling of a bald head is even more powerful, and that would be accomplished very shortly. The steam was surrounding my head, preparing it for a great shave. I turned off the water and pulled a towel from behind the shower curtain.

When I got out of the shower, I saw Jeremy standing in front of the mirror in his red and blue plaid boxers. He was trying to look at his hairline through the steam in the mirror. His muscular body was covered with moisture, a combination of the steam from the shower and his own sweat.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Chad, can you cut hair pretty well. I mean, I think it’s time that I tried a different type of style," Jeremy stammered out.

"Sure, I could do a couple things," I said, lying. "But first, my head needs to be scraped clean."

"Oh, right," he said, placing the stool back in its original position in front of the mirror. "It’s all set for you."

I sat down on the stool, looking at my appearance through the steam in the mirror. Jeremy picked up the can of shaving gel and expunged a glob of it into his hand. He rubbed that glob on my head and started to use both hands to lather up my bristly head. He had very powerful hands that forcefully massaging my head. This was a new type of experience for me because I didn’t use as much pressure whenever I lathered my head. I kind of closed my eyes for a bit as he continued to spread the white foam all over.

"O.K., time for the razor," Jeremy said proudly.

"Now," I said, "I want you to go with the grain on the first shave and then against the grain the next time."

"Wait, I have to shave it twice?" he asked.

"Yes, so it can be as smooth as possible."

"That’s all right with me," he said with a smile. "So, I just start at the top and pull the razor forward, O.K.?"

I just nodded. He took his place in front of me so that I was staring directly at his chest. He raised the razor over my head and set it down toward the middle.

"Just take your time," I said to him.

Then he pulled the razor forward, wiping the head clear of hair. Like Jeremy did after using the clippers, he placed his hand over the path of destruction.

"WOW! That feels really cool, especially considering how different it felt just a few seconds ago!" he exclaimed.

"I know Jeremy!" I said, "That’s why I do it, remember?"

He continued to go over my entire head. He went carefully and methodically along, making sure that the bristles disappeared. I loved feeling his cold left hand caressing my bare skin while the other was diligently using the razor across my head. I thought I liked shaving my head myself, but it was definitely a great feeling having someone else in control.

He finished up and said, "O.K., lets lather up one last time."

This time he took the can of shaving gel and just let it come out on the top of my head. I was kind of excited when he did that. Then he used his strong hands again to create the lather, but this time the surface of my head was different. This time he really dug his fingers into my head, making sure the lather was evenly spread.

Instantly, he placed the razor where my hairline used to be and pulled the razor slowly and hard toward the back of my head. It was hard to believe, but this time he paying even more attention to the different strokes he made across my scalp. While he was shaving me, I was thinking that it seemed like he had done this before. However, I knew that he hadn’t so I guess he’s just a natural.

After all of the lather vanished from my head, he gently caressed my head making sure there was not a tangible hair left.

"Gee," I said, "It seems like you knew what you were doing this whole time."

"I just wanted to make sure that I did a good job for you," he said as he was still surveying my perfect dome.

"Hell, you do a better job then I do."

"Thanks," Jeremy said, now stepping back from me, satisfied with his work.

I stood up and look in the mirror and felt my bare head for the first time since he originally applied the later.

"Man, you’re definitely my new barber for now on. That’s if you want to do it again."

"We’ll see," he said, taking his place on the stool. "Now it’s time for you to trim up my hair a bit."

I was so excited about my clean head that I forgot that he wanted me to cut his hair for him.

"So, just a trim then?" I questioned.

"Yeah," Jeremy said. "I just want you to only use scissors though. In fact, I want you to do something first. I want you to clip a big hunk of hair near the front of my head, in a way that I can still cover it up with the rest of my hair. I was looking at my hair in the mirror before, and if you cut a very small patch, I can still hide it."

"O.K. . . ." I said confused. I placed the scissors near his hair, over an inch past his hairline. "Is this a good spot?"

He glanced over in the mirror to make sure. "Yeah," he said with anxiety," that should be fine."

"All right, here I go." I placed the shears near the scalp and sliced away a small area of hair.

Jeremy jumped up and went to the mirror to inspect the area. I stepped back a bit from him. He didn’t say anything, I didn’t say anything. He just stood in front of the mirror, sometimes looking at the spot I created and then just at his reflection in the mirror. I didn’t want to interfere with Jeremy at all because this was his time. He turned around to me and grabbed the scissors from my hand. He continued just to look at himself in the mirror. Then he slowly raised the scissors toward the front of the hairline. He held them there for a while, in fact, I think it seemed like an eternity for both of us. I could see that he was breathing heavily as he was fixated with his reflection in the mirror. Then all of a sudden, he placed the scissors right up to his scalp and detached the entire right half of his bangs. The brown bangs fell into the white porcelain sink. For a moment, he didn’t make a single reaction, until a smile came across his face. Then he started to hack away at different points of his head. He was randomly deconstructing his hair. Every second, there was a different sound of snips and crunches as hair was cascading from his head onto his broad shoulders. Then, when his hair looked like it was attacked by kindergartners with scissors, he placed the shears onto the sink and stared at himself for a couple of seconds. I couldn’t tell if he was in shock, but hell, I sure was.

Then he turned to me. "So, do you think you can cut this?" he asked.

I wasn’t sure what to say. "What happened?" I managed to belt out.

"I just needed a change. I knew a trim wouldn’t be enough, so I guess I just let my excitement take over for what I needed to do."

"O.K. then," I said," sit down and I’ll grab the clippers.

He sat down carefully onto the stool. I picked up the #2 guard and placed it on the clippers.

"I’m not sure how short your hair will be because it depends on how far down you went with the scissors. So, I’m going to use the #2 first."

I looked for the shortest spot on his head and ran the clippers over it. It took the hair surrounding the massacred spot, however, there was still a trench of hair beneath the #2 stubble.

"Well, now I have to try a #1," I said. Jeremy didn’t say anything at all, he just sat on the stool, looking at himself in the mirror. I switched guards and fastened the #1 guard.

I went over the same area, liberating even more hair. However, you could still notice a dent in his hair because he went extremely close to the scalp.

"Well, we have a problem," I explained, "I can go over your whole head with the #1 guard, but, this area right here can still be seen. It’s not that noticeable, only if you really look at it. So, just the #1 then?"

Jeremy was still just looking at his reflection. "No," he finally said, "just don’t use the guard."

"Are you sure?" I asked both excited and in disbelief.

"Why not, I already did too much damage. It’s my fault. Just buzz it off."

I didn’t waste any time. I threw the guard off the clippers and placed it directly in front of his hairline. I turned on the clippers and bushed back. Now his hair was really peeling off. His hair came off very easily, even though his head had never been touched by clippers before. A huge avalanche of hair fell onto his neck and back. I continued to go around his entire head, trying to give the same careful attention he gave me, however, I was too excited watching all of his hair fall. The patch of hair he created was no longer visible. He now had a uniform, minuscule stubble surrounding his head. And man, I hate to say it, but he actually looked hot.

"Well, transformation complete. I knew you would look good with your hair buzzed off."

"Yeah, doesn’t look to bad, does it, " he said while rubbing his hands over his head. "Well, I have to take a shower to get all of this hair off of me. This bathroom is a mess."

"Oh, well," I said, "it’s worth it. I’ll just start cleaning up everything while you take your shower."

"All right," Jeremy said, "just don’t put the gel or razor away. We’re not done with that yet". He smiled and then went to take his shower.

I probably stood around for a little bit with a stupid grin on my face. I just wanted Jeremy to cut his hair shorter, I didn’t think I would get to shave his head bald.

I had already picked up the entire bathroom, hair and all, and Jeremy was still in the shower. My guess was that he couldn’t keep his hands off his head, which is completely understandable.

When he was finally through with his shower, he came out and headed directly for the chair. He didn’t towel off, he didn’t even put on any clothing.

"Hell, we’re a little antsy," I said to my dripping wet nude friend.

"I just want the perfect shave," he said.

I grabbed the shaving gel and sprayed it out right onto his head. I started massaging his head, noticing it was a little different to lather up someone else than yourself. When I had spread it out evenly, I went with the grain and finally erased the hair from his head. I couldn’t believe I actually got him to go this far. When he was on the high school football team, he didn’t even let the players give him a buzzcut for team spirit. But now, I was beginning to show him the beauty of a bald head. As I was scraping his head, I realized that I was not doing as good of a job as he did. I guess he is a natural.

I lathered him up one more time. It was incredible to finally touch his hair without any hair on it. While going against the grain, I made sure my left hand was caressing his head. I liked it when he did it to me, so I was just returning the favor. I was finally through, and he had a beautiful bald head. He stood up, looked at himself in the mirror, and just started rubbing his head and smiling. I will always remember the moment he did that.

"I understand," Jeremy said.

"What?" I asked.

"Why people shave their heads. This is so amazing! The feel of no hair . . . and I don’t look bad or anything. Why the hell didn’t you get me to do this sooner?" he asked.

"Don’t even say that!" I said jokingly.

On that day, I think our friendship was made even stronger. With all of our differences, we finally had a common ground: gleaming, proud, bald heads. Everybody Jeremy knew liked him with the bald head. He was worried right after the shave about what people would think, but when he had those scissors at his hairline, he knew he had to do it. Both of us grow out hair out a little now and then (again, just a buzzcut), but at least every month we set a date and time to shave each other. We will always be connected together, especially with our set of matching bald heads.

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