New Year – No Hair – Part Two by Another Shaver

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I woke up New Year’s morning lying next to a bald god, well maybe, not quite so bald. It turns out his hair grew fast, and by morning, there was a definite five o’clock shadow on his scalp. Despite that, he was still beautiful. I couldn’t get over how much better he looked bald than he looked with hair.

He must have felt me staring at him, he opened an eye and stretched like a cat. He ran his hand over his head and said, "feels like I need another shave."

I almost sighed with relief. I had been afraid he was just caught up in the moment last night when he said he wanted to stay bald, and he looked so hot with the shaved head. "I wasn’t joking, this is permanent." He smiled as he ran his hand over his head again. "I feel like a new man, and I love it."

"I love it too. Now you’re the one with the edgy look in the family." I ran my hand over his scalp: I just couldn’t get enough of the feeling.

He chuckled and looked at my tattooed chest, "not until I get a LOT of ink, love. But," and he hesitated, "you could join me in the edgy look." And then he ran his fingers through my hair. "I could shave you, if you want."

My breath caught in my throat. I’d had plenty of buzzcuts in college, but never shorter than a number two, and I had a tight skin fade when I met Jake, but I’d never thought about shaving my head before. But then, I thought, I’d never thought about shaving my boyfriend’s head either.

"Would you like to shave me?" My stomach started doing flip flops and I genuinely wasn’t sure whether I wanted him to say yes, or say no. But deep down, I think I kind of wanted him to say yes.

"Honestly, yes." He looked at me like a puppy. "At least once. I would love to share this feeling with you, and I’d love to see how you looked with a shaved head. But I don’t want to force you into it if you don’t want it. I’m happy to be the bald one in the family."

Hearing that he wanted to shave me to share the experience made my heart leap a bit as I thought about how it would bring us even closer together. "I’m happy to shave, but yes or no, do you really want to shave me bald?"

"Yes," and I felt him get rock hard as he said that. I got hard as well, knowing how much this turned him on. "Yes, I really want to shave your head. I would love for both of us to start the new year with no hair."

"If that’s the case, my hair is yours. Let’s go make me bald as well." He broke out in a massive grin and started yanking me into the bathroom. I was so hard at the thought that it was almost painful.

"Thank you. This is going to be so fun."

We went into the bathroom, which was still covered in hair from the night before. Soon my faded pink locks would be mixing with the dark brown ones from Jake’s head. I looked in the mirror one last time with hair, I didn’t know when, or even if, I’d ever see myself with hair, but if I’m honest, I already accepted that I wouldn’t. I had a feeling that once I saw myself bald, I wouldn’t want to go back. And then, shaving him was so intimate, and I was sure shaving us each other would be even more so.

"How about we film shaving you?" He asked. "Then we can watch your transformation anytime we want."

"If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you had a hair fetish," I laughed.

"Ummm, maybe I do," he confessed. "Not that I really thought about it before last night, but I love it every time you get a haircut, in case you hadn’t noticed." And I realized that for the first few days after a cut, especially after a short one, he was always extra attentive. I was surprised I’d never connected that before. "And I’ve always loved going to the barber, which is why kept my hair short. And I’ve always liked guys with super short hair. Your fade when we first met was what drew me to you in the first place.

"But last night sort of cemented it. Jacking off while you shaved my head was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. All of my interest in short hair aligned with the idea of being bald. But I don’t think I’m the only one. I saw how turned on you were. You were on fire."

And I was. I thought about it for a moment, and said, "Yeah. Watching your hair come off and then shaving it clean was the most intense, intimate thing we’ve ever done. And I love how you look now. I mean I always love how you look, but this… this is amazing. Yeah, set up the rig, I want to save this moment."

He went to get the camera setup from the bedroom, and I looked at my hair again. I pulled it back from my forehead, imaging how I was going to look in a few minutes. I’d never really been happy with my hair, which is why I changed it up so often. I didn’t like the real color, a sort of non-descript dirty blond, and no cut had really ever looked great with my face. When it was short, it stuck out all weird, when it was long, it just sort of hung there lifeless. Getting rid of it might be a blessing, and anyway, it certainly wouldn’t look any worse.

Jake had finished setting up the camera rig. We both had to travel for work from time to time, and our intimate videos made the time apart much easier. I knew the one we were about to make would be our new go-to. "I’m just sorry we didn’t think of this last night," I told him.

"Well, I guess I could grow my hair out a bit to film it…."

"Don’t you dare," I told him emphatically. "That head is staying shaved, if I have to tie you up and to do it."

He got a mischievous grin, and said, "That might make a fun video someday."

He picked up the clippers and turned them on. At the sound of the click and hum, my dick sprang to attention. He brought them to my temple and pushed them into my hair. The feeling was almost indescribable. I felt the vibration like electric shocks all down my spine. I thought I was going to have an orgasm on the spot. I’d had bare clippers on my neck and around my ear when I got a fade, but I’d never felt them so high before, and the difference was shocking, and so much better.

As Jake had done last night, I put my hand on Little Steve, stroking my cock while the clippers stoked my hair off. Ribbons of pink hair cascaded across my naked shoulders and down to the floor. I let out a moan of pure pleasure. Higher and higher the clippers went, up to the curve of my skull, each pass feeling better than the last.

And then, before he reached the crown, he switched sides. "You’ve always had wild hair; I just want to see what you look like with a proper mohawk."

"That’s fine, as long as you don’t leave it that way. I want to be properly bald, just like you."

"Don’t worry. I just want to see, then we will go the rest of the way." He turned the clippers off far too quickly, I wanted it to last forever because it felt so good.

He rubbed the last strands out of the stubble on my head, and the feeling of his hand brushing over the stubble was too much for me, I shot my load all over the bathroom, and cum rained down into the pile of hair on the floor.

"Yeah, I definitely think I might have a hair fetish," I confessed.

"Ya think?" he laughed. "I wasn’t this bad when you shaved me."

I looked at myself in the mirror. All of my hair except for about an inch and a half wide strip was basically gone. With my lighter hair, I looked pretty bald, so I could get a real sense of what I was going to look like shaved. And I looked good, surprisingly good. My head was nice and not at all lumpy, and no way near as bulbous as I had been afraid it would be. The mohawk and beard, with all my tattoos and piercings, made me look rugged, tough, and maybe even a bit scary. Or it would have if the hawk hadn’t been a ridiculous pink. With it pink, I looked a bit like a flamingo.

I ran my hands back and forth across my scalp, stiffening almost instantly. "It seems that touching a shaved head is like Viagra for you," Jake said.

"Yeah. I really do seem to have the fetish."

"You ready to lose the rest of it?" He asked, running his hand through what was left of my hair.

"Absolutely." I plopped back in the chair, and he turned on the clippers again. If I thought shaving the sides of my head was intense, it was nothing compared to how the clippers felt running across the top of my head. I was almost certain I was going to shoot my wad again, but I started deep breathing to get myself back under control.

And then, the first phase was done. My hair had been reduced to stubble. He ran his hands over my head, moaning while he did so. I reached out and started to jack him off. After just a couple of minutes of us rubbing each other, he shot his load all over my chest.

He sort of stumbled forward at the moment of release, and I threw my arms around him, my hands running up over his sandpapery head. "Shave me. Please." I whispered in his ear. "I want to be bald. Totally bald." It was so hot to say it. I loved asking him to shave me, to say the word bald.

We released our embrace, and he grabbed the shaving cream. He spread it over my head, and like everything else that had happened this morning, it felt almost magical. The feel of shaving cream on my head was not like any sensation I’d ever had; it was like my head had been wrapped in the softest fabric imaginable. I took the can from his hand, sprayed some in my hands, and spread it over his scalp. "I’m going to be shaving you as soon as you finish me, and this will make it quicker. I am desperate to see you smooth again." I hugged him close and our shaving cream covered heads touched.

We both had the biggest smiles on our faces.

I sat back down in the chair and he grabbed the razor. I don’t know if I thought I knew what to expect as he pulled it across my head, but nothing compared to the reality. While the clippers had felt amazing, this was the most intense and wonderful feeling ever. The sound of the razor scraping off my hair felt like it was coming from inside my head rather than in my ears. The feeling of Jake’s rough fingers pulling my scalp tight, running the razor across the stubble, then lightly caressing my smooth scalp filled me with joy. I felt like he was touching my soul rather than my skin.

And unlike the clippers, it kept going. He worked slowly, methodically, removing every single trace of hair from my scalp. He put additional shaving cream on my head and shaved against the grain. And after the first pass this time, I reached up and ran my fingers over the freshly shaved area. It felt like my head was like clean smooth marble. In that instant, I confirmed what I had suspected at the start, like Jake, I was a permanent convert to having a shaved head. There was no going back. I didn’t even care how it looked at this point, how it felt, and how it felt to have Jake shave me, was all that mattered.

And then, he was done. He took the washcloth and wiped off the rest of the shaving cream. The warm water on my completely naked head absolutely sealed the deal. The feeling was indescribable.

"You look amazing." He said. I stood up and looked in the mirror, and I realized, this was how I was supposed to look. This was the real me. The beard, which had always seemed a bit much before, now looked absolutely right. The tattoos, the piercings, my body hair, all of it suddenly clicked into place. For the first time in my life, I felt completely at home in my body.

A stray thought went through my mind, and I laughed out loud.

"What," Jake asked, a note of concern in his voice. "Don’t you like it?"

"No." I said, and for a half second Jake looked like he might cry from relief. "No, no, no. I LOVE my shaved head." Jake sighed with my assurance. "I thought of the Big Lebowski." Jake looked puzzled. "I was thinking about what he said about the rug, how it ‘really brings the room together.’ This shaved head really brings my room together." And I pointed at my body. "Everything looks right now."


"Now that you mention it, it DOES," he said with wonderment. "All the ink, all the piercings, everything works. It is like the rug." He ran his hand though my chest hair, "And you certainly feel like a rug, at least down here." Then he rand his hand over my bald head, "but not up here." And then we both laughed hysterically. "But," he said," you’re still missing something."

"What?"

"Two things actually, you need a tattoo up here," he ran his hand over my head. "It would look so hot. I love your tattoos, and I would love to see you get one on that bald head of yours." And in that instant, I knew I needed to make an appointment with my artist as soon as possible. I was instantly taken by the idea and I was thrilled that he wanted me to get more ink. I knew it would be the perfect finishing touch on my new look.

"But more importantly, to complete the look, you need a perfectly shaved boyfriend on your arm."

I grinned and gently pushed him into the chair saying, "Let’s take care of that right now."

"Are you going to stay bald forever?" Jake asked me.

"Yep," I replied. "No chance of me growing hair again. And once I get this tattooed," I pointed to my head, "There’s no way I’ll ever want hair again. I’ll have to show it off to the world." I took a deep breath. "The very thought of having a tattoo on my head turns me on so much. You?"

"Absolutely. This is going to be an amazing year; I just feel it."

And then I picked the razor up and started shaving him. As the razor slid over his scalp, I told him, "This is the best start to a year ever."

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