The Dog Days of Summer, Part 1 by myboyfriendisbald

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I had just finished unboxing my Amazon order when I heard my husband walk in the front door from work. He came into the kitchen where I was sorting out what had been delivered and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He looked handsome as always, even after a long day at work. His long dark locks were neatly tied back in a bun, and he had just an inkling of dark stubble on his face. I was so lucky to call him mine, he was just as kind and loving as he was attractive!
"Hey babe, are those for Ollie?" He picked up the clipper set I’d left on the kitchen counter and held them up to read the box. We had a two year old goldendoodle named Ollie who was costing us a fortune to groom, so we had talked about trying it ourselves. I’d ordered a Wahl cordless clipper set meant for human hair, but according to what I’d read online, they were the best ones for pet hair as well.
"Yeah, they finally showed up. I’ll have to try them Saturday, after I watch a few more tutorials."
Jesse put the box back down and went to the fridge, I knew he was going to start prepping dinner. "Just keep those things far away from me, wouldn’t want to get them tangled up in my hair by accident." He gave me a coy wink and set about chopping up an onion.
"Never in a million years," I said, releasing his hair from its elastic and running my fingers through, "You know I love your hair."

We had a lovely dinner of veggie fajitas, followed by a heap of ice cream with fresh strawberries. It was mid July, so it was scorching during the day, but at night it was cool enough to sit on our back patio while we had dessert.
"Thank you for making dinner," I said, nuzzling his neck and mussing his hair.
"You’re welcome baby," he said, "You ready to hit the hay? I have to be up early tomorrow."
I nodded and went to put our dishes in the sink, before heading to the bedroom for a bit of fun before bed…

I actually woke up a bit before Jesse did, rolling over to see his peaceful expression next to me, with his hair all splayed across the pillowcase. He had one of those faces that could probably pull off absolutely any style, but I’d only ever known him to have long luxurious hair. We’d been married five years and together for ten, and in those ten years his hair had never been shorter than his shoulders. It was one of my favorite things to just glide my fingers through it over and over, relishing in how soft and silky it was. It helped that he liked it too, especially if I tugged it a bit. None of the men in his family had receding hairlines or any sort of male patterned balding, so I was certain he’d have his thick dark hair for life. His dad’s hair, though he was nearly seventy, was a deep charcoal gray rather than a shiny silvery gray. I sincerely hoped if we had children they would inherit Jesse’s dark hair rather than my honey blond shade. But, we’d gotten together and married young, so we still had a few years before we were ready for kids. For now, Ollie was enough of a commitment!

On Saturday I set up my makeshift dog grooming salon in the main bathroom. I figured the large vanity counter was the best platform to use, and the tile floor would be easier to clean. I set everything I was sure I’d need out on the counter, laid out towels on the floor and some extras by the tub for after his bath. Then I sat and watched a few more tutorials just to make sure I had the instructions on how to use the clippers exactly right. Ollie was used to being groomed so I wasn’t worried about him being scared or anything, but I was worried that my lack of skill might cause me to accidentally nick him or spook him. I wanted to make sure my first go was as well planned out as possible!
I decided while I was watching the tutorial I would practice the short swift swiping motion that the people seemed to use, so I picked up the clippers and started mimicking the way the woman in the tutorial wielded them. They were surprisingly heavier than I’d anticipated, so it was probably a good thing I was getting used to their heft now rather than when I was trying to actually cut Ollie’s hair. I also popped them on just to make sure they were set to go, and was shocked by how loud the buzzing noise was. (I had a brief, naughty, thought that they’d probably feel heavenly buzzing between my legs, but that was a matter for another time…)

After one more replay of the video, I felt ready to drag Ollie into the bathroom. Well, actually it would probably be easier to have Jesse carry him in for me, since he was fairly heavy. And then maybe he could hold Ollie still on the counter for me… "Hey babe, can you bring Ollie in here for me? And then maybe you can hold him?"
A few moments later Jesse appeared at the door with Ollie in his arms, and set him on the bathroom counter.
"I promise I won’t get you with these," I said, "Just stay off to the side and hold onto his collar?" I gave him a teasing wink and plugged the clippers in. Ollie seemed unphased so far, which was good.
I flicked the clippers on, after checking to make sure that the #10 guard was securely on. The first pass was a piece of cake. I started at the back of his neck just like the tutorials suggested, and then worked my way down toward his shoulder. It wasn’t until I got near his chest that things got, well, hairy. I made half a pass down his front, and he went to jump off the counter, so Jesse swooped in and caught him, just as I went to put a hand out to keep Ollie from slipping and falling. The clippers clattered to the floor, and there was a moment of panic where I heard a bzzztt from the still on clippers and I thought for sure they’d accidentally made contact with the side of Jesse’s head!
I breathed a sigh of relief when it became clear his bun was still attached. The clippers must have just brushed against Ollie when I went to catch him.
"Good god, that was close, almost just shaved a patch!" I picked up the clippers from the floor and shut them off.
"Careful not to swing those around while they’re on, babe! I had Ollie, I wasn’t going to let him jump or fall."
I gave him a peck on the cheek, "I know babe, just new at this. Didn’t want a catastrophe!"
I proceeded with his grooming, with no other issues thankfully, and then went to run the water for his bath while Jesse went to start yard work.

Everything was fine, Ollie was happy in the bathtub getting a massage, and then I heard Jesse loudly exclaim "OH FOR F_KS SAKE!"
"Everything ok babe? Did you run out of gas for the lawnmower again?"
When he didn’t immediately respond I got a little nervous, and when I heard stomping coming down the hall I knew something was up.
"We have a problem," he said, coming back into the bathroom. He had taken his hair out of the bun, and in his left hand he was holding a chunk of thick dark hair. I couldn’t immediately see where it had come from, so I thought maybe it was a bad prank.
"That’s not funny," I told him, swatting his arm, "Where did you get that from, looks so real!"
"You’re right, it’s NOT funny," he dropped the cut hair on the counter and swept his hand back by his ear, revealing a one inch square of short hairs amongst his long locks.
"Oh f-k, babe, I’m so sorry," I felt tears in my eyes, I knew he loved his long hair, I did too, and now I’d cut a hole in it!
He pulled me into a hug, "Oh sweetheart. Don’t cry Kenzi, I’m sorry I yelled."
"Do you think anyone will notice?"
He wiped a tear from my cheek and kissed me tenderly, "If I leave it down you can’t see it, but I’m not sure how it will look pulled back, I haven’t tried it yet."
He turned to the mirror and dragged his fingers through his hair, fastening it in a bun like he’d done so many times. At first I couldn’t see much of a difference from normal, but when he turned back to face me I could see a wisp of shorter hair sticking out from behind his ear. His hair was so thick it had a mind of its own, and no amount of smoothing it down seemed to coax the shorn hairs to stay hidden underneath their longer brethren.
"Maybe I can just gel it down," he suggested.
So after he finished yard work and we had lunch, we went to the drugstore on the corner and got a tube of maximum hold gel.

The gel seemed to work fine to solve our little conundrum. It had been over a month, and the only people who knew about his little patch of buzzed hair were us… and it turned into a bit of a sexy secret. Laying in bed I’d dig my fingers through his hair and stroke at the shortened swath. It was so soft and fluffy, and it made for a fun contrast to the sea of dark smooth hair around it. One night we were laying in bed and he rolled over, propping himself up on an elbow, and looked deeply into my eyes, "What would you say if I told you I thought I might like to try an undercut? You seem to love playing with my little patch, and truthfully it really turns me on having you tug with one hand and pet me with the other." His voice went a bit husky and his eyes were full of lust. He had such dark hair it was crazy how strikingly light blue his eyes were.
"Does it really?" I purred, "I hadn’t noticed."
"I think I want you to shave it for me babe. Whaddya think Kenz, you wanna let the world in on our little secret?"
It seemed like it could be blissful, having handfuls of his dark hair on top to yank on, and a swath of short soft tufts underneath it all. I pictured it pulled back in a bun, showing off the short hairs underneath, and then slipping the elastic out to send the rest cascading over the top… "Is it weird if I wanna do it right now?"
"Is it weird if I say let's go for it?"

He got out of bed and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me down the hall over his shoulder. It felt like we were teenagers again! He deposited me in the bathroom with a chaste kiss and then slipped his shirt off over his head.
I dug the clippers out of the cabinet and plugged them in. "What guard do I use?"
He was fastening the top of his hair back, leaving everything from the middle of his ears flowing freely down his back. "Let’s start with an 8? That’s only one down from what you used before, right?"
I gulped, according to the chart a #8 was an inch long, did he really want me to cut that much off? "That’s only like an inch, babe, you sure you want to start with that?"
He nods vigorously, "Just think about how amazing the 10 felt, this will just last longer."
I slipped the plastic comb on and checked to make sure it was secure before turning the clippers on. I could see him biting his lip, and he turned to straddle the toilet lid so his muscular back was facing me.

With one hand I held his thick ponytail out of the way, and with the other I ran the clippers up from the base of his neck to where he’d sectioned off his top lengths. They made quick work of his hair, and now there was a three inch swath of 1" hairs up the back of his head. I kept going, mowing off more and more hair. There was a pile of hair on the floor at my feet. Jesse was softly moaning as my fingers grazed the hair I’d cut already, adjusting his head so I could better clear by his ears.
When I was done I turned the clippers off and set them on the counter, and his hands flew up to stroke his nape. "Christ that feels amazing."
He turned back to me and I got a good look at my handiwork. His long dark hair was pulled gracefully back on top of his head, and then from his ears down there was now an inch of soft chocolatey fluff. He looked positively scrumptious, which was not something I was ever expecting to think after just shearing half his head.
"You wanna test this out in the bedroom?"
Needless to say, that night was not spent sleeping!

The undercut definitely took care of two birds with one stone, since Jesse no longer had to gel his hair down to keep the short patch from sticking out, and it also gave me ample space to stroke his shorn pelt while still maintaining a firm grasp on his luscious mane. We hadn’t ventured any shorter than a #8 for his undercut, which I was fine with, but I still got a warm blush thinking about how nice the buzzing of the clippers felt in my hands. I wondered if he found that sensation just as erotic as I did, but I was too shy to ask (yet…)

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