Surprise at my friend's house (2nd part) by Glare

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About six months have passed since that time I went to Sebastian's house and ended up with a buzz cut. Since that night, I still remember that moment with a smile on my face, and a tingling in my crotch. However, it was not something that could be repeated so easily, as Sebas would begin to suspect that I have an obsession with military haircuts. For him, that night was a "mischief" between young people who were alone at home. All my friends (Sebas included, obviously) liked my buzz cut. They said that the long hair I had had gone out of style and that it was very untidy, and that all buzzed hair looked very handsome and that those slits on the eyebrow left me very stylish.

After that night, both Sebas and I began to mold a different style. I don't want to have shoulder length hair anymore. Having short hair opened the door for me to a lot of short cuts that are very good and stylish. I currently wear what they call a "modern mohawk". The entire top is scissor-cut, short enough that the bangs barely reach the middle of my forehead. In the back, a kind of "V" is formed, which is cut with scissors, a little shorter than the top. The sides of my head and the sides of the V at the nape of my neck are high faded. From that night I still have the slits on my eyebrow, which I touch up every time I go to the barbershop. As for him, Sebas got fed up with the mullet and decided to get a french crop. The sides of his head and the nape of his neck are shaved with the 3# and the upper part is cut with scissors, forming a frayed fringe in his forehead. On the left side, he has a shaved line which continues on his eyebrow. Yeah, that's also something left over from that night.

After finishing the final exams for the semester, I went to celebrate the start of my vacation at a bar with Sebastián. We are in December and it is very hot, so a beer is not bad at all. I got to the bar, grabbed a table for two and waited for Sebas to come.
A few minutes later, a little late, Sebas arrives on his motorcycle at the entrance of the bar. He parks it and comes over to my table.

- What's up Fran, everything okay?
- All good, friend, and you?
- Yeah, yeah, excuse me for being a bit late, I had a problem in the workshop.
- Don't worry. Has the problem been solved?
- Yes, now everything is fine, it was a nonsense. But I arrived home late and I had to take a quick shower to get here (laughs).
- Hahaha, well, calm down. We should order something.
- Go ahead.

After a while, the waitress comes over and asks us what beer we wanted to drink. I ordered a red one with fruity notes and Sebas ordered a bitter one, as blonde as his hair. We also ordered some french fries with cheese to snack on. After a little while, the waitress returns with the beers and the french fries.

- How fast, said Sebas.
- Yeah, here they always serve quickly.
- (laughs) Well, cheers for your holidays, let's make it a fun summer for both of us.
- Cheers!

We both toast and start talking about our lifes. After a while, Sebas asks me about my parents.

- How are your parents doing?, he asked me
- All good, luckily. Next week is their silver anniversary of wedding and they are going to go to Mar del Plata (coastal city) to celebrate, I replied.
- Ohh, so you will be home alone?
- Yeah. Do you want to come?
- Obviously, friend, count on me.
- Ok, but if I bring a girl home you're going to have to stay in the garage.
- Yeah, yeah, as if that would happen.
- Dumbass (we both laugh).

After a few hours chatting and drinking, we said goodbye and we each went home. I went to sleep excited because I was going to spend the whole next week with my friend. It was going to be the first time we would do something like this. While we'd had sleepovers as teenagers, and slept together occasionally now as adults (like that night he buzzed my hair off), it had never been more than one night.

In the week before my parents' trip, we organized with Sebas the things we would do, where we could go, what we could eat, what things he had to bring, etc.
Finally, on monday morning my parents went to Mar del Plata. They would return next monday at the afternoon. A few hours after they left, Sebas arrived at my house with a suitcase and a sleeping bag in hand.

- What's up friend?, I asked him when I opened the door to receive him.
- All good and you?
- All right, let's have a great week!
- Yeah, I'm really excited (he smiles).
- Hahaha, come on, come on. Go to my room and we'll unpack your things.
- Go ahead.

We went up to my room and Sebastian started unpacking some of his things. He took his hygiene items and put them in the bathroom. He preferred to leave his clothes in the open suitcase so he was more comfortable. Meanwhile, I helped arrange his sleeping bag next to my bed. After talking a bit about the things we were going to do during the week, we decided that tomorrow we could go for a getaway to the center of Buenos Aires. We would have lunch there and then go to the movies. When we finished planning, I started cooking dinner. As always, Sebastián insisted on cooking, but this time I wanted to cook. I made a mozzarella pizza as I had all the ingredients at home to make it. I had bought a Coca Cola beforehand, so it was going to be a very good dinner.

- It is actually tasty, Sebas told me.
- Thank you (laughing).
- After eating, will you let me take a bath? I didn't get to shower at home.
- Yeah. I'm going to take a bath too. You can go first.
- Thanks.

After dinner, I picked up and the dishes and washed them. Then, Sebastian went to take a shower. While he is taking a bath, he asked me for something.
- Fran!
- What?
- I forgot to bring the shampoo to the bathroom, can you get it for me? It's in the suitcase.
- Okay, I'll bring it to you.

I ran to Sebas's suitcase to look for the shampoo. As I rummage through his clothes, I feel a hard cylinder around a T-shirt.

- It must be the shampoo, I thought.

I unwrapped the cylinder and was shocked. It was Sebas' father's hair clipper. I stood looking at the machine for a while, wondering why he brought it. Did he want to repeat what happened last time?

- Fran, it's everything okay?, screamed Sebas from inside of the bathroom
- Yeah, sorry, I just found it.

I rewrapped the clipper. The shampoo was right below. I went and handed it to Sebastian. After Sebastián came out of the shower, I got in. As I showered, I started thinking why whould he bring the hair clipper. Probably, at night, Sebastián wants to buzz my head again. There is no other reason why he brought the hair clipper. I was already excited. This week had already become even more exciting in a matter of minutes.

After I got out of the shower, I put on my pajamas. Minutes later, Sebastian says goodbye to me and falls asleep in his sleeping bag. I was sad. I thought that as soon as I got out of the bathroom, he was going to somehow get me to buzz my head again. I assume he will shave me another day. In the meantime, I was a little disappointed, but my excitement for the future increased.

The next day we woke up and quickly changed to go eat downtown. After a delicious lunch and a walk around the city, we went to a movie theater to watch a movie. The protagonist of the film was a young man with a close shaven head. Looking at his head was more interesting than the plot itself.
We went back home and finally, we took turns bathing. I couldn't take it anymore. I don't know what Sebastian was up to with the clipper, but I wanted him to do it as soon as possible. However, I had to take it easy. There would be no greater shame than Sebastián realizing that I get turned on when he cuts my hair me. Not only is it a fetish that, in my eyes, would be shocking to those who don't have it, but we're both straight. If he finds out that something he does to me turns me on, he would end up terrified and ruin our precious friendship.
I had to take action in the most subtle way I could. So before I went to take a shower, I looked in the mirror and said:
- I need to go to the barbershop, the fade at my sides is going away.
- Don't worry, I have a surprise for you.

I smiled wide, and whispered a little "yes!"

- "Huh?" asked Sebastian
- What happened?, I asked
- I thought I heard you say "yes!"
- No, no, you're crazy, I didn't say anything. Go look for the surprise, I'm going to enter the shower, I said.
- Wait here, don't get in yet.

Sebastian grabbed the long-awaited hair clipper from his suitcase.
- You're kidding me, I told him, hiding that I wasn't surprised.
- No, I'm not kidding you. And this time, I brought it without the attachments.

I stayed frozen. Did he want to shave my head off without the attachments? He's crazy. On the other hand, it is something that I always wanted to do, and the truth is, every man should do it at some point in his life.

- Sit down friend, we're going to shave the heads of each other, he said while he moved a chair from the table and put it in the middle of the room.
- Wait, we are both shaving our heads? And shaving them bald? Are you crazy?.
- Fran, I know you, don't play dumb like last time. When I had checked your Pinterest board there were guys shaved bald. Today you couldn't take your eyes off the head of the film's protagonist. Also, you should already know that I brought the machine from when you went to get the shampoo yesterday. I obviously brought it, with so much fun we had last time, we had to do it again. Sit down, all guys should do it once in their lifetime, today it's our turn. We are young for a reason. (I laughed)
- (I laugh). Well, you're right. Come on, let's shave our heads and have fun.

It was very liberating to accept that I wanted to shave my head. Not only that, but besides being an exciting time for me, it has now become a fun experience for both of us. We both have a wide smile for what was coming. I no longer had to hide and be ashamed of my desires. We were both going to enjoy the moment: he was going to have fun and I, in addition to having fun, was going to make my fantasy come true.

I took off my shirt so as not to fill it with hair. Sebastian did the same. He placed the clippers on my forehead and asked if I was ready. I told him yes. Next, Sebas passed the machine through the middle of the top of my head. I felt how the hair that was there was now gone. Cold blades were massaging my head, while Sebas and I were laughing like crazy.

After a few minutes, Sebas patted my head. I felt all the fingers on my bare bald head. It was a very strange feeling, something I had never experienced. Sebas continued slapping my bald head.
- Stop, asshole, you're going to leave my skin red, I told him, laughing.
- Okay, okay. He replied laughing too.

Sebas proceeded to buzz off all of the right side of my head. I began to feel some movements in my crotch. It was turning me on. I'm wearing jeans, so it could be visible that I was getting hot. Luckily, as Sebastian buzzed off my head, some of the locks fell onto my lap, hiding my crotch.
Sebastian continued shaving the left side of my head. I was already feeling the breeze from the fan on my skin. After having finished shsving the left side, all that remained was to buzz of my neck. Sebastian stood behind me and asked me to lower my head. I lowered my head and he began to shave the entire back of my neck. I felt the clippers scratch the back of my head. I loved it.

After a few more additional passes, Sebastian turned off the machine and rubbed his hand on my head for a few seconds. I felt the full length and width of his hand on my skin. It was fantastic. After Sebas rubbed my head, I did the same. I was admiring my head with my hand, completely shaved bald.
Together, we went to the bathroom and I was able to observe my new image. The change was radical, although not as much as when he buzzed me off the other day, since that time I went from having very long hair to a few millimeters. This time, I had lost all of my mohawk and my skin was exposed.

- Wooo, I yelled.
- Hahaha, you're baaald, cheered Sebastian.

We both laughed a lot as we looked at my head.

- Get ready, now it's your turn.
-Yeah, right, let's go.

We went back to the living room and this time Sebas sat on the chair. Now I was in front to something new: I had never cut anyone's hair. Until now, only Sebas had done the haircuts.
- Are you ready?, I asked him.
- Of course, friend, start.

I put the clippers on Sebas' forehead and started ahaving off the entire top of his head. His bangs disappeared from his forehead and fell onto his lap. His blond hair was fading exposing his scalp.

- Oh my God, it feels weird, said Sebas, laughing.
- Did you see, friend? Now you know how it feels, I replied, also laughing.

I kept shaving his head off. I put the hair clippers on the right side of his head and buzzed it all. Next, I turned the machine around and started shaving the left side of it. Suddenly, the shaved line that was drawn on his side was unified with the all skin of his head. Finally, I grabbed Sebas's head and tilted it down a bit. I began to shave off the entire back of his neck.

After making a few additional passes all over Sebastian's head, I turned off the machine and ran my hand over Sebastian's head for a few seconds.
- Wow, I'm really bald, he said surprised, laughing
- Yeah bro, you are, I replied with a smile.

We went to the bathroom to see how he looked in the mirror and he was very surprised. Sebastian had never had his hair this short.
- WOOAH, bro, he said.
- (I laugh loudly) Do you like it
- So-so, he said laughing.
- You'll get used to it.
- You are right.
- Now it's time to shave it with the razor, right?
- You took the words out of my mouth.

Sebastian grabbed his razor and I grabbed mine and the shaving foam. After taking the cap off the foam, I pressed the button with the nozzle against Sebas's face, filling his face with foam. Yeah, I can be funny sometimes.

- What are you doing moron? Sebastian was dying of laughter. Me too.
- Use that foam.

Sebastian dragged his hand across his face, clearing it. With the foam on his hand, he slapped me hard on the head.
- Asshole!, I yelled while I laughed.
- Did it hurt?, F*** you. Sebastian smiled.
- Hahaha, take the foam and stop.

I gave the foam can to Sebastian and I started to rub my head with the foam that Sebas had put on my head. Sebastian lathered his hands and ran it through his scalp. Next, we started shaving our head with our razors. After a few long minutes, we remove all the foam with tap water. Looking at ourselves in the mirror, our bald heads shone in the bathroom light. We were both shocked: we were totally bald.

- Are you happy, friend? Sebastian asked me.
- Yeah, bro. I had a lot of fun. But we're crazy, now we have to go out like this hahaha.
- And our parents have to see us too.
- You're right, what a shame. But, being honest, we look very good.
- Yeah, right? We are one of those bald people that looks good on being bald. We both laugh.
- Shall we upload a photo to Instagram?, I asked.
- Yeah, let's do it.

Sebastian took out his phone and we took a picture in the mirror. Being honest, we look handsome. We were both well dressed because we had just arrived from downtown. Sebas had a flowered jacket with a white shirt, I had a black shirt and a steel necklace on. We looked like young punks. Sebastián uploaded the photo to his stories and after a while they start raining messages. All with the same premise: "you both look great", "you guys look really cool", "despite being weird, you look good", "you both are extremely hot", "what's the Instagram of the guy with the black shirt?", etc.
- Are we that handsome?, asked Sebas.
- It seems so, I told him. We both laughed a lot.

We left the bathroom and finally took turns taking a shower. Sebastián entered first and I after. The sensation of hot water on my bald head was indescribable. It was fabulous. I came out of the shower very happy. I changed and we both went to sleep.
The next day, we had breakfast together and went for a walk around the city. We felt that some people were looking at us. Maybe some were just like me, or maybe they were surprised that boys our age have a shaved head. I'm sure they were more surprised that it look good on us, hahaha. The week ended and Sebastián returned to his house. Of course, my parents saw what we had done to each other since they follow Sebastián on Instagram. My mom made a slightly disgusted face, but my dad alluded to both of us, saying it looked good on us.

Weeks later, our hair had already started to grow, so we both went to a barbershop together. We had several ideas in mind, we had to take advantage of the fact that we had very short hair. Sebastián went to the chair first and asked for a particular haircut from a famous singer. The barber took the clipper with the 3# attachment and ran it all over his head. Afterwards, he took out the attachment and began to draw a line at the height of the middle of Sebas' forehead, starting from the left side, going through the nape and ending on the right side, at the same height. Then he began to shave off everything under that line. A contrast was generated in Sebastian's head: the upper half was buzzed with the 3# while the lower half was shaved down to the skin. Sebastián asked to dye his hair red.
While the barbe was mixing the dye, the other barber said goodbye to his client and called me to sit down. I asked him for something simple: on top the 3# and on the sides and back the 2#. I asked him to make two lines on the top of my head, near the left side of my forehead, which connect to the slits on my eyebrow. After he gave me the buzz cut, I asked him to dye it blonde. Blond buzz cuts are very stylish, it was popular among singers and models.

After a while, Sebastian and I left the barbershops with our haircuts. I think it will take time for us to have long hair again, since we are very happy with our short cuts. Anyways, nothing rules out that what happened that night will happen again.

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