The Dog Days of Summer, Part 2 by myboyfriendisbald

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By the end of July I’d touched up Jesse’s undercut twice, and the second time we decided to try using a #6 guard on it. I was hesitant, but Jesse was adamant it wasn’t too short, and plus it would mean we didn’t have to cut it again so soon. After I was finished I had to admit that the ¾" fluff did feel amazing.

Between his touch ups I’d also a) successfully trimmed the dead ends off of his tresses and b) gotten to feel what the clippers felt like between my legs (which was delightful, but I digress). (Also I did end up ordering a second set of clippers so I wasn’t using the same blades on Ollie.) I think Jesse had as much fun teasing me with the vibrating clippers as I did, because our nighttime rendezvous was pretty terrific afterwards…

Everything was going swimmingly until the first week of August when two things happened. The first was over the hottest weekend we’d had in a while. Jesse was outback with the leaf blower and I went to bring him another beer.
"I’m definitely going to have to shower again," he groaned, taking a swig of his beer.
"You want me to join you?" I asked seductively.
"Maybe, baby," he winked and then he shook his sweaty hair out of its elastic and hastily put it back up, "Ugh it smells like when Ollie goes swimming in the lake."
"You know there’s a solution to that," I smirked.
"What, shaving my head?"
I unintentionally gasped, "Uh, no? I was going to say wear a sweatband, or like, me spraying you with the hose?"
"Good lord you’re cute when you make that face."
"Make what face," I asked.
"Like you can’t tell if I’m joking or not."
"Well you’re nothing if not a tease," I replied, "See you inside soon?"
He nodded, and I went back inside to wait for our shower excursion.

The second thing that happened was on Tuesday night. I’d already gone to bed, but I woke up around midnight and noticed the bathroom light was on. Jesse must have had to pee, I realized, since his side of the bed was empty. But then I heard a soft grunt and what I was pretty certain were the hair clippers turning on… I got up and went to the door, which was open just a crack, and peered in. My mouth fell open in shock. Jesse was standing with the clippers running, facing the mirror, and he had the bare blades pressed against his forehead, dangerously close to his hairline. His other hand was down the front of his sweatpants… He finished with another grunt and flicked the clippers off, cleaned up, and then went to turn the bathroom light off. That’s when he saw me staring, and his face immediately went bright red with embarrassment.
"I’m sorry I woke you up," he said sheepishly.
"It’s ok," I replied quietly, "Um, do I dare ask what that was all about?"
He turned another shade of red and stared at the floor, "Ever since Sunday, I couldn’t get the visual out of my head. You, grabbing me by the hair, taking control…"
"Jesse, that’s not-"
"I know, Kenzi, I know. I would never ask you to do that, I know that’s not your style. Plus, I don’t actually want to shave my head, it’s just…"
"Cutting your hair turns you on?" I asked hesitantly.
"The vibrations, the intimacy…"
"It turns me on too," I say, "Which is weird, because I absolutely love your hair. But buzzing it… it’s giving me an itch I can’t scratch. Does that make sense?"
"Well that explains why our little experiment with your lady bits led to some great sex after," he laughed, "I had no idea that I’d enjoy the sensation so much. I’ve only ever used a beard trimmer on my face, I’ve never used clippers on my hair, ever. But it’s addicting, right? God, it feels so weird saying that out loud. I keep thinking I’ll hate it, or you’ll hate it, but then after the last time you cut it, all I kept wondering what what it would feel like if we actually shaved it underneath…"
I smoothed his hair away from his face and kissed him tenderly, "Thank you for telling me."
"Of course baby," he said, "I’m just glad you feel the same way."

Once we were snuggled back in bed, with his arms curled around me, I asked, "Have you really never had short hair? I thought all little boys got a buzzcut at least once, isn’t that like a summer rite of passage?"
"My mom was more of a DIY bangs type of parent," he said with a laugh, "I had a bowl cut just over the ears for a while, that was as short as it ever got."
"Do you ever think about trying it? I know you said you don’t want to shave it completely, but I mean, have you ever thought about cutting it short?"
"Lots of times," he says, "Pretty much every time it’s dripping with sweat."
I rolled over so I was facing him, "I think you should. Next weekend. I can’t imagine you’ll ever have thinning hair, so what’s the harm in cutting it short, just this once? It’ll grow back, just as thick and long as it is now."
"What if I cut it and then I like it like that?"
I bit my lip, "I guess I’d have to hide the clippers… unless, I like it too?"
"How short do you want to cut it?"
I felt his manhood twitch next to my leg, and I could already tell that our weekend was going to be pleasantly exhausting. "Well, I wouldn’t want you to miss out on having a classic summer buzzcut."
He smirked, "You gonna give me a #2 two all over, make me look like a proper little boy?"
"You really ready to lose that much hair," I asked, twirling a lock around my finger and giving it a tug.
He moaned a little, "I am gonna miss that, but yeah, I’m definitely ready."
"Well maybe if you’re a good little boy I’ll let you grow it out enough for me to be able to yank it over the winter," I said with a wink. This got another rise out of his member, which led to a middle of the night quickie. We both slept soundly all night after that!

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