New Year – No Hair – Part Three by Another Shaver

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Sorry this took so long to get out. Hopefully it was worth the wait. Also, fair warning, it has quite a bit of gay content.

Needless to say, the holiday weekend was one of the best ever; it was like we were teenagers again. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and pretty much every time either of us ran our hands over the other’s shaved head, we both popped a boner. At one point Jake asked me ‘Do you think they might be putting Viagra in the shaving cream?"

"It certainly seems like it" I said, reaching out to caress his dick for what I swear was about the tenth time that day. I don’t really know how much we f***ed that weekend, but looking back at it, I swear we pretty much didn’t do anything but eat, have crazy sex, and of course, shave each other’s heads.

In addition to all of that, there were all the new sensations. Of course, running our hands over our heads and just feeling smooth skin, or maybe slight sandpaper, was absolutely intense, but so was everything else. The spray of water from the shower on our shaved heads felt so good, the cool softness of a pillow against a shaved head was so relaxing, and sitting out on our balcony, with the sun shining on the shaved skin, felt so right.

We kept talking about our baldness in almost obsessive detail. We had joked about having hair fetishes when we shaved my head, but over the next couple of days, we realized that it really wasn’t a joke, we both discovered that we had intense fetishes. For a bit, we felt like freaks, but after hopping online, we discovered that plenty of gay guys, and even some straight ones had the same thing, and with that, we just embraced the fetish, and grew even closer through it. We had been tightly bonded to each other before, but our mutual loved of shaving took us to a completely new level of attachment.

Regretfully, the weekend came to a close, and it was time to go back to work. We woke up extra early to shave each other, and then take care of what we knew was going to happen as soon as our heads were smooth again. Jake was really excited about his co-workers seeing him bald, as he’d never done anything shocking other than get his ears pierced. That apparently had become a topic of discussion for weeks, and he was looking forward to seeing how this, much more drastic change, would ripple through the office.

On my part, I wasn’t expecting much from my work. They were used to me showing up with different hair, a new tattoo, or an additional piercing. It happened at least once or twice a year, and most of the time, there was more gossip if I hadn’t done something unusual to my appearance in a long time than if I had.

This time as normal there were a couple of comments, mostly along the lines of "that looks much better than the pink rat’s nest," or "lose a bet?" But what I wasn’t expecting was one of the new salesmen, Ted, coming back to the warehouse to talk to me. I had seen him around, and he stood out because he also shaved his head, but we’d never had any interaction before, which wasn’t surprising, because I ran the warehouse, and sales rarely needed to talk to any of us in the back, unless it was to check if a shipment had gone out or something.

But today, he wandered into the warehouse shortly after he’d seen me come into the building.

"Joined the club, I see," Ted said with a giant grin, running his hand over his own bald head.

"Yep," I said, with a similar sized smile, also running my hand over my head.

"Feel great, doesn’t it. I’ve been shaving for ten years, and I love it as much today as I did when I first shaved it off. You gonna keep it, or was this just a wild hair?" He burst out laughing at his own pun. "I hope you are going to keep it, it looks great."

"Oh, I’m keeping it. There’s no way I could go back to hair again, and besides, if I tried, I know my boyfriend would shave me in my sleep."

"You’re gay?" He asked, a bit surprised. While I was completely out at work, I’m pretty butch, and I also don’t run my sexuality up the flagpole, as it were, so it wasn’t that spurising that he wouldn’t know. Then he smiled again, "My husband would do the same to me if I tried to grow hair again." And now it was my turn to be surprised. "In fact, he’s the reason I’m bald. He talked me into shaving my head with him when we were on our first vacation together, and since then, neither of us have had hair."

We chatted a bit about head shaving, mainly me asking questions about how often they shaved (pretty much daily) what shaving cream and lather they used (they were old school, and really enjoyed using shaving brushes and straight razors) and how he got his head so shiny (aloe vera gel) It was getting obvious the conversation was turning both of us on a bit, not that there was even a hint of attraction on either end. He leaned in conspiratorially and asked, "Does shaving it… you know… get things going for you guys?"

I laughed, "Oh God yes. So much. I take it that it does for you guys also? Even after ten years?"

"Yep, every single time we shave each other, even now. We also spice it up by not shaving if one of us has to go out of town for business. That first shave when we get back…" he sheepishly adjusted himself. "Well, you can see what even talking about it does to me. I mean, I can’t guarantee that you guys will be the same, but the couples I know that shave together stay together."

"You know other couples who are into this like we are?"

"Oh yeah. It seems that every couple that I know that tries it seems to get hooked. I even know a few straight couples into it. There’s a club down in Orange County that has a fetish night that generally involves shaving or other extreme haircuts. You should go sometime."

We chatted some more about shaving and other things, because the start of the year is always pretty slow, and by the time Ted left an hour later, we’d become pretty good friends. We planned to meet up for brunch the next weekend to meet each other’s partners, which was really cool. Jake and I had lived in LA for a few years, and still found it hard to meet other couples, so I knew he’d be thrilled.

Jake had had a similarly awesome first day as a bald man as well. He told me about it as he stripped off his clothes. We’d always been a bit casual about clothes anyway, but since shaving our heads, we basically become nudists in the house. We had both agreed that the naked scalps looked even better when paired with naked and furry bodies.

"Everyone loved it," he beamed. "All day long people kept coming by my desk complimenting me. The woman in the cubical next to me made me pose for pictures to send to her husband, telling him she wanted him bald rather than just plain balding. I think he agreed. Best of all, my boss basically forbid me from growing my hair back."

I stopped nuzzling Jake’s neck and said, "Like that would ever happen."

"Yeah," he replied, "but it was good to get the official seal of approval. I was a little worried that he’d freak out because I meet with clients so often. But he told me that it really completed my image." I started kissing and running my tongue over the spot where his head met his neck. It had always been the most sensitive part of his head, and he loved it when I rubbed my fingers on it when he had hair. Now that he was bald, it was even better for him, and of course one thing led to another, and we were back in the bedroom.

He was laying on his side staring at me in the hazy afterglow and ran his hand over the side of my head.

"Whatcha thinking about?" I asked.

"I can hardly wait until you get this tattooed," he replied. "That is if you’re still up for it."

"Of course I am. I’ve been surfing Reddit today looking at pictures of scalp tattoos. I’ve narrowed it down to a couple of styles." I rolled over and grabbed my phone to pull up pictures. "Here is the first type, something Nordic like this." I showed him some pictures of a stylized wolfs mixed with some runes or knotwork. "Or this mandala style." And I showed him a bunch of different mandalas, ranging from just the side, to a whole head piece.

"The wolf ones look really tough, but most of the guys with them have Viking cuts. I’m not sure how it would look with you totally bald."

"Yeah, I know. I couldn’t find many pictures of guys with them who are completely shaved. I also worry that if I’m totally bald with a Norse tattoo, people might get the wrong idea. I’d almost have to get a pride flag on the other side to balance it out."

We both laughed at that.

"I think I like the mandalas more, but not the ones that cover the whole head. The ones that cuff the ear look better; I think. Maybe a mandala on one side, then a smaller, less aggressive Nordic one on the other side?"

"You read my mind," I said grinning. And then I pulled up a picture of a guy who had something similar to what I was thinking of. Jake’s instant erection told me we had a winner with that. "I’ve already booked a session in two weeks, and Paul is really stoked to do it. Apparently, he has been trying to think of a way to talk me into getting my head done for months now. To use his words, he thinks I’ll look ‘badass’ with one."

"I’ve always thought you looked badass, and maybe, just maybe, you getting this will finally convince me to take the plunge and get one." My breath caught. I had always wanted Jake to get some ink, but I’ve never even suggested it because he seemed so straightlaced. It seems that his inhibitions had come off with his hair.

"You’re serious? You are thinking about getting a tattoo?"

"Maybe," he said. "Depends on how good a job he does on you." His eyes were mischievous. "We’ll just have to see." It was definitely becoming an interesting year.

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