Surprise at my friend's house by Glare

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My name is Francisco. Since I'm a teenager, military cuts and buzz cuts have attracted me a lot. It is one of my main sources of arousal; I usually see several videos of men getting a buzz cut, receiving very high fades or shaving their heads. I have extensive boards on Pinterest about the same thing. Occasionally I have taken pictures of strangers on the street, hiding myself so that they don't see me, just to have an image of their haircut in my phone. Along with this, when I see someone with such a cut I tend to focus on their head, although once in a while I feel like they noticed.

My friend Sebastián has known me since we were 8 years old (we are both 19 years old now). He is from Uruguay but moved to Argentina when he was a child. We went to both elementary and high school together. Because our parents worked until the night, we used to stay alone after school, so we would go to his house or mine for lunch. Even after we graduated, we continue this tradition, although not on a daily basis as we did in our school days.

Yesterday I woke up and went to the bathroom to do my daily routine. I saw myself in the mirror and began to comb my black, curly hair, long to just above my shoulders. When I wear my favorite cap, my locks stick out all the way around the cap, similar to a skater style, to make a comparison. I finished brushing my teeth and went to college, where I study Audiovisual Production.

While I was in Scenography class, I got a message on my phone. It was Sebas, who invited me to lunch at his house. Sebas is doing a motorcycle repair course, which has a low workload, so he was already at his house early. Obviously, I accepted. He told me that he had bought breaded chicken at the butcher shop, so I offered to bring some soft drinks.
Finishing the Scenography class, I took the bus and went directly to Sebas' house. I rang the bell and Sebas received me with our classic special greeting. It consists of doing a double handshake and then colliding my left foot with his right. A silly thing that we created a few years ago.

We walked down the hall of his house until we reached the living room. We don't like to eat cold food so as soon as we arrived, we started chatting and Sebas put the breaded chickens in the pan, over low heat so they don't burn and they cook well from the inside.
While Sebas starts preparing mashed potatoes (yes, I could have done it, but he insisted on doing it, since he likes to cook), I sat on the couch and took a look at my phone. I went to Pinterest to see if there was any new material for my boards, to which I found several interesting pins, such as an American recruit getting a headshave, a young man who got a high faded buzz cut, and a very good haircut where the top and back of the head were buzzed to 3# and the left and right sides were shaved to zero. I had my phone with low brightness and checked that Sebas wasn't looking. He obviously doesn't know about my fetish and I don't want him to know either.

Meanwhile, I noticed something: I forgot to buy the soft drinks. Quickly, I told Sebas I had forgotten to buy the drinks and that I was going to go buy a Coke and a Sprite right away at the store that is practically on the corner of the block. Sebas told me to go quickly because the food was almost done. In such a hurry, I left my phone on the table and ran to the store.
I got to the store and grabbed the sodas from the fridge. I went to the counter to get my drinks charged and ran back to Sebas' house. I went in quickly since I hadn't locked the door.

Sebas was just serving the food on the plates.

- I'll help you by serving the mashed potatoes.
- Okay, said Sebas laughing. I don't know what he was laughing at.

We brought our plates to the table and had a delicious lunch. He and I were chatting about the university, the course he was doing, motorcycles, politics, etc.
After a while, a message arrives on Sebas' phone. It was their parents, saying that they were going to celebrate his father's promotion at work, and that they were going to come home tomorrow morning. Sebas wondered what kind of celebration involves not coming home at night. They had obviously gone to a love hotel for a hot night, but I didn't want to tell him.

- Well, I suppose I have the house alone, said Sebas.
- I'll stay here overnight, then.
- At least wait for me to invite you, anxious.
- It was obvious that you were going to invite me.

Sebas laughed, grabbed the plates and carried them into the kitchen. I offered to wash them but he didn't want to, so I grabbed my phone to check it for a while. As soon as I opened it I saw my Pinterest board. That's when I remembered that that's what I was seeing until before I went to buy the sodas. I have the cell phone with the password pattern type, so it's unlikely that Sebas saw anything.
In the afternoon, Sebas and I played with the PS4 for a while, while we continued chatting about life. Over time, it got dark and we stopped playing to go play soccer in the yard of his house. It was one of those hot and humid summer nights, so we took off our shirts to play. I took off my cap and started playing.
We are both skilled with the ball so we spent a long time playing while chatting. After getting tired, we decided to sit in the living room and have some beers that Sebas had in the fridge.

After a couple of beers, we were putting things away to go to sleep. He has an inflatable mattress in his house (he used it at school camps), so I inflated it. The mattress is quite large so it takes time to inflate. As I was doing my work, I notice a mischievous smile from Sebas as he makes his bed.

- What happens?, I ask him.
- Nothing, I remembered something.
- What?
- A joke, nothing

I think Sebas didn't want me to know what he was laughing at so I didn't insist on knowing. Sebas told me that he was going to go to his bathroom. Sebas's bathroom is en suite (he enters through a sliding door next to his closet). As I continue to inflate the damn giant mattress, Sebas comes out of the bathroom. I'm still focused on the mattress.

Suddenly, I feel something on my shoulders, it was Sebas hands. I didn't turn around because I can't turn my head while I'm blowing at the mattress valve. Instantly, I hear a buzzing in the back of my head and feel something in my forehead. This thing, which was obviously a hair clipper, began to buzz the top of my head, leaving a very short path of hair in the middle.
As soon as I felt the machine buzzing my head, I yelled at Sebas.

- What the hell are you doing, asshole?
- Friend, if you wanted to shave your hair, you should have told me. I have my dad's hair clipper here.
- I didn't want to shave my hair, stop
- Don't play dumb, I know you don't dare to do it, thank me later.
- Huh?
- I saw your Pinterest board. You want to get a buzz cut. In a barbershop they would do the same thing and charge you for doing it.

At this point I couldn't deny it anymore. However, I was surprised that he found the board.

- But my phone has a password, how did you get in?
- It is not very difficult to guess it, it is the initial of your name. You have it since the Samsung Galaxy Young that you had in 2015 (laughs).

I was shocked. He saw my entire board, full of men with buzz cuts, many of them even shaved down to zero. I was embarrassed, did he realize that I have a fetish? I stayed silent.
Sebas kept buzzing the entire top of my head. I watched the long locks of my hair fall onto the mattress and onto my chest. We were both still bare-chested since we had played soccer.
Sebas continued to buzz the back of my head. At the moment, only the locks on the left and right sides of my head were left alive.

- It's looking good. Why did you wanted to get a buzz cut? You always have your hair long.
- Emm, I was getting sick of long hair, that's why I made the Pinterest board, with a few ideas.
- Yes, yes, I was looking around the board. There are many cuts. You were looking for inspiration to then show a picture to the barber, right?
- Yes, yes, I answered nervously. Sebas, in his innocence, never believed that it was a fetish, but he thought that I was looking for inspiration for a future haircut.
- Wos* cut is very good, in fact I was going to do it a few months ago but I wanted to let it grow to make my mullet. (*Wos is an Argentine singer who sports a buzz cut, with the lower half of his head shaved bald, creating a contrast in hair size.)
- Yes, that one is quite good, but it's a little extreme.
- I'm going to give you a haircut that I saw in your board and that will look great on you.

Suddenly, I heard a click on the clippers. He dropped the attachment onto the mattress and began shaving the left side of my head.

- Are you shaving it down to zero? I told you I didn't want anything extreme, I said angrily.
- If you had it on the board it's because you like it.

I was silent. The truth is that I really liked that cut. I felt my locks falling down, and the repetitive movement of the clippers massaged my scalp. As the clippers didn't have an attachment on, I felt the cold of the blades on the side of my head. I was getting horny, but I had to calm down, otherwise Sebas would realize that something strange was happening.
Sebas turned the clippers around and began shaving the right side of my head.

- I'm almost done, it's looking cool.
- You better.
- Yes, yes, calm down.
- It's just that I imagine the laughs on me. Tomorrow my family has to see me like this, and on Monday my colleagues from college.
- Dude, calm down, seriously. It's what you wanted. your happiness comes first. You have to be grateful that I am fulfilling your wish, because if it wasn't for me, you certainly wouldn't have got the buzz cut. It's looking good on you, so calm down.
- Well, well, you're right.

I kept noticing the cold of the blades in my head. After a few minutes, I stopped noticing the heaviness of my hair on my head. I was almost bald, all the long locks on my head were gone. Sebas turned off the clippers and followed me to the bathroom, where I went to see how my hair had turned out.
I was shocked. I went from having a ton of hair to just a few millimeters on the top and back of my head, while the left and right sides were shaved down to the skin.

- At the top and back of your head I buzzed it down with the 2# attachment, and the sides are shaved with the zero, as in the pin you saved.
- Yes, yes, I noticed.
- I don't see you happy.
- I'm still surprised, but yes, I like it, it's good, I guess.
- Let's give it a final touch.

Sebas opened the cabinet and grabbed his shaving cream and an unopened pack of two Gillette razors.

- I will stand by you in this one, said Sebas.

Sebas put the shaving cream between his hands and began to rub them together to generate foam. He put all the foam on the sides of my head.

- Grab a razor and shave the sides. I'm going to do the same, I've been wanting to shave my sides down to the skin for a while.

As I mentioned previously, Sebas has a medium-short mullet. His blonde hair is about 4 fingers long at the top and back, and the left and right sides of his hair are buzzed with the #5.
Sebas began to rub more foam and placed it on his buzzed sides. Next step, he began to shave them with the razor.

- It looks good on you, I told him.
- Did you see how easy it is to take the plunge? he said as he began to glimpse his skin as he shaved the sides of his head.
- But you didn't buzzed it all!
- Hahaha, well, I'm not going to do it, maybe in the future.

After a few minutes of shaving the sides with the razor and see the foam falling on the sink, we saw ourselves in the mirror. While Sebas had his sides shaved, forming a rather extreme mullet, I had a buzz cut, with my left and right sides shaved down to the skin, shining thanks to the reflection of the light on my bare scalp.

- Let's do something else. Then we will go to sleep.
- Another thing? You're annoying me.

Sebas grabbed the hair clipper without the attachment again and turned it on. He aimed the machine at his eyebrow and made a slit in his right eyebrow. He then grabbed my head and made two slits on the tip of my left eyebrow.

- Well, with this, my family will disinherit me.
- But we are cooler than ever, you can not deny it. You've gone from a messy long hair to a nice, cool buzz cut.
- Let's go to sleep, before you think of something else.

Sebas put the clippers away and went to his bed. I finished inflating my mattress and lay down. The sensation of feeling my bare skin against the bed is indescribable: I felt fresher than ever. I was quite aroused; I couldn't stop touching my shaved head. My hand caressed my head from back to front. Everything that I always admired in people walking down the street or seeing in Pinterest images, had now happened to me. It took me a while to fall asleep that night, but in the end I was able to have a happy dream.
The next day, we woke up and went to the living room. Sebas's parents had already arrived. They were in shock: his son had a stubborn cut and a slit in his eyebrow, while his friend had a daring buzz cut.

- What did you guys did?, the father asked scared.
- Fran stayed to sleep and well, we did it. Where did you two go?
- Ah, we were walking... around. (his father was nervous at the question).
Your friend's hair looks good like that, at least he doesn't have that very long hair that he had before, awful.

I was a little offended by the comment, but he was right; my hair is better like this.

- Regarding you... (says the father addressing Sebas), we'll talk later.
- Okay, okay.
- I'm going to my house, I said.
- Okay, bye Fran, see you later, said Sebas.
- Goodbye Fran, send greetings to your parents, said Sebas' parents.

I walked home, although to anticipate the surprise for my parents, I uploaded a photo to Instagram with my new look. My family sent me a private message that they were shocked by what I did, but my friends filled my photo with likes and left me comments praising my new style. It was one of the best days of my life. I'm already looking forward to the next time I sleep over with Sebas.

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