New Year – No Hair – Part 4 by Another Shaver

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As always with my stories, this one has a lot of gay content, please don't read it if that isn't your thing.

The first week of the year had sped by and our love for the shaved head look had done nothing but increase, both on each other, and on guys in general. There’d been a shift in the films we watched, and having a star with a shaved head became pretty essential to our enjoyment of it. We loved reading stories about guys shaving their heads and looking at pictures of bald men, and in the process became completely comfortable with our shared fetish.

We’d fallen into a good routine: a quick shave in the morning accompanied by getting a blowjob while we were shaving the other, and then a much slower shave in the evening before bed as the most intense foreplay ever. While we didn’t really need to razor our heads twice a day, the act of shaving was so erotic for us that it just became natural to want to do it. By the end of the week, even sandpaper stubble would get us to rush to grab a razor and remove it.

Also, through the course of the week, we went outside as much as possible, and our heads were getting a bit of color. As Jake’s head tanned, his stubble didn’t show nearly as much, and for me, with my lighter hair, it basically disappeared, which I absolutely loved. I also loved how much more self-assured we both felt since shaving our heads. We both seemed to walk a bit taller and be more assertive, and the increase in our confidence added to our overall love of being bald.

When Saturday rolled around, we got up, shaved and started to get dressed to go meet Ted and his husband for brunch. Jake surprised me by asking to borrow one of my tank-tops. Living in LA, I wore a tank pretty much every day that it was even barely warm enough to, mainly to show off my tattoos, and because I ran a warehouse, no one really cared about my clothes at work. I was free to dress flamboyantly, and I took full advantage of it. Jake, on the other hand, had always dressed more conservatively when we went out, usually a polo and khakis, or if he was feeling really casual, a t-shirt and jeans. But now, that seemed to have changed.

"Of course," I told him. "Grab any one you like. I have to ask though, what’s up with this? You’ve never worn a tank, even at the beach." I was thrilled by his request, because I had always wanted him to get a bit more casual when we went out. It was always a bit weird being in tank-tops and shorts while my boyfriend was dressed like he was ready to go to an office.

"I don’t know," he said. "It just seems like it fits better with the bald head. I have always loved them on you to begin with, but with your shaved head, it just looks absolutely perfect. I know it sounds strange, but I would like to look good to meet your friend, and for some reason, I just feel like a tank-top is going to be a better look for me now. It’s weird, I know," He ran his hand over his smooth scalp. "Just sort of like we don’t really wear clothes in the house anymore, I just don’t want to wear sleeves when going out anymore unless it is for work."

He grabbed a tank that was cut deep in back, and really showed off his shoulder muscles, and also highlighted his body hair, which paired with the shaved head made him look really manly. I thought he looked amazing in it and told him so. "You better watch it, I may hide all of your shirts and only leave you sleeveless things to wear," I said.

"Promise?" He asked. He looked at himself in the mirror and said, "Wow, this does look as good as I thought it would."

"It would look even better if you got that tattoo you were talking about earlier this week." I ran my hand across his arm. "Something right here would be perfect." I hadn’t had much chance to bring it up again, and I didn’t want him to feel any pressure, but deep down, I really wanted to see him get some ink.

"We’ll see," he said again. "I haven’t made up my mind yet, but it is tempting."

I kissed him and said, "No pressure, whatever you decide, love."

He then ran his hand over my head and said, "I can hardly wait until you get this tattooed."

"Just one more week." And I threw my arms around him and kissed him.

We met Ted and his husband outside a nice little café on Santa Monica near the Sunset Strip. Ted was wearing a tight t-shirt, and to my surprise, he had a ¾ sleeve on his left arm. His husband, whose name I learned was Freddie, paired his shaved head with an enormous beard that hung down to his chest. Like Jake and I, he was in a tank top that showed off his extensive collection of tattoos, and it rivaled my own from what I could see. He looked vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it. I was sure he hadn’t come into work, but I didn’t know where I’d seen him.

Ted noticed my staring at his tattoo. He ran his hand over his arm and said, "You look a little surprised. You didn’t guess I was hiding this under my dress shirt, did you?"

"Not even a hint." I replied. "I would never have guessed."

"I love surprising people with it. They think I’m just a normal, boring guy, then one day I wear short sleeves, and enjoy the shocked looks." He ran his hand over his head, "I don’t really know why, I would think the shaved head would give them a hint, but they never seem to figure it out."

"They probably think you’re bald out of necessity, not by choice," I replied.

"Probably." Ted laughed and ran his hand over his head. "My hair’s so blond that I need a few days of stubble before you can really tell it’s there."

We got a table and took our seats, looked at the menu and ordered. I noticed that Jake kept looking at Ted’s tattooed arm. After years together, I knew that Ted’s tattoo was making him really think about getting one. I could tell Jake was thinking that if Ted could get away with one in a corporate sales position, he’d probably be OK in his engineering firm. After we ordered, he asked Ted "So which came first the shaved head or the tattoo?"

Ted grinned, "The tattoo came first, or at least the first parts of it. I got this in college, in fact, that’s where I met Freddie. He was in getting work done on his back piece, and I just kept staring at him as he lay there half naked. I barely remember getting the ink, I was so caught up in looking at this hunk of a man. My artist saw how turned on I was and called over to Freddie as soon as he was done, ‘hey, this guy here,’" pointing at me, ‘thinks you’re really hot.’ I wanted to die of embarrassment."

Freddie followed up, "The artist knew I was gay, and single, and he guessed that Ted would be my type, which he absolutely was. He was also bright red, which was absolutely adorable. I went over and asked him if he wanted to grab a bit of food after he was finished."

"Which I immediately agreed to. I couldn’t believe this hot guy was asking me to dinner, but I wasn’t going to ask questions."

"Did he have the shaved head then as well?" Jake asked.

"No, his hair was really long, almost to his waist, but you could see that it was starting to thin just a tiny bit."

"Yeah, it started early for me. When we met, I could still hide it really well." Freddie added. He stroked his beard, "But fortunately I can have the best of both worlds, a wonderful, shaved head, and long hair, just on my face instead."

"Freddie is a beard model these days. You might have seen him on the Beard Balm ads."

I smacked my forehead, "THAT’S where I recognize him from."

Freddie blushed a little bit. "It pays the bills,"

"My little supermodel." Ted added. "He’s also had a lot of background parts on shows like Vikings, and things. The combo of the shaved head and the big beard make him pretty hot property these days."

"I can imagine," I said. "Ted told me you guys first shaved on vacation. How’d that come about?" Ted knew that both Jake and I had fetishes for shaved heads, and he’d indicated they did as well, so I didn’t feel too weird asking.

"We’d been dating for most of our senior year of college and decided to do the whole Spring Break thing and go to Florida. It was our first official vacation as a couple. The first day, we went to the beach, but Freddie wouldn’t get in the water."

Freddie picked up the story. "I’d gotten thinner on top in just a few months. You still couldn’t see it because of how I styled it, but I knew if I got my hair wet, the thinness of the crown would really show up. To be honest, I was getting really depressed. I’d done a bunch of modelling when I started college, and I was in a metal band, and my long hair was really my identity. Getting into a relationship with Ted had helped, especially with as much as he told me how good-looking he thought I was, but I was so self-conscious. I was only twenty-one after all, and I knew that I’d look like an old man by the time I was thirty, with just the ring of hair around the back. At the time, I had never thought about shaving it all off, it just hadn’t even occurred to me. I had always been the guy with the great hair, and now I was losing it."

"After spending an hour trying to coax Freddie into the ocean, I changed my tactic. I had to break him out of his funk and show him that there was life after hair. I grabbed his hand and said, ‘follow me.’ I had seen a barbershop on our walk to the beach that had been flying a pride flag, so I figured it would be the place to go to do what I’d decided we were going to do. It was a complete impulse, but I knew that he would be miserable until he did something about his hair."

"Ted drug me inside the shop, and I had no idea what was going on. Then he asked the barber if they did total head shaves. It was pretty obvious that they probably did, because the barber had a bright blue mohawk, and the sides were so smooth they could have doubled as mirrors. He looked absolutely gorgeous with his shaved sides. It was the first time I’d really noticed that shaved scalp could be really hot.

"The barber said yes, and Ted said, then please shave me completely bald. I couldn’t believe it. He had these perfect blond waves that hung almost to his shoulders, and he was asking the barber to cut them all off, and even more, take a razor and remove them completely. But looking at the barber’s head, I started to get a bit turned on thinking about Ted being totally bald. I loved his hair, but this was… exciting."

Ted continued, "I was completely freaking out inside, but I knew that Freddie needed to shave his head, at least once, to get over the fear of losing his hair. His long hair was awesome, but I also knew that it was time for him to change and let go of it. I figured that if I shaved my head, then we’d be in it together. And I guessed if I was bald, it would be a lot easier talking him into a shave. I also thought once he saw his head totally bald, it would give him control back. Even if he grew it out again, he’d be the one in control. But to be honest, I was kind of hoping he’d stay shaved.

"The barber got a huge grin on his face as I sat in the chair. He told me to pull off my shirt because he didn’t like to use capes. He then said, ‘so many gay guys have been shaving their heads this year. It’s awesome, I think it is the best look for most men, and you’re gonna look great.’ I got a little more comfortable when he said that, at least I would still be trendy and maybe even good looking, and not be a freak as a bald college kid. He swung me away from the mirror and told me, ‘You don’t get to see until it is finished. I want you to have the big reveal moment.’ Then he pulled out these giant clippers with no attachment and drove them right up the side of my head. I thought I was going to cum on the spot. I’d never felt anything like it."

Jake agreed, "That was the moment I knew I was bald for life. The second the bare clippers ran up my head, I knew I’d never want any other cut."

"It was pretty much the same for me," Ted replied. "I had thought this was going to be a one off, at least for me, just to get Freddie over his fears of baldness, but the moment the first swipe of hair landed in my lap, I just knew I was going to want to keep on shaving my head, even though I hadn’t seen it yet.

"The barber saw my erection; swim trunks are crap at hiding a boner. He caressed the stubble on the side of my head and said, ‘looks like someone is enjoying this. I bet you’re gonna keep it this way from now on.’

I asked him if many guys had this reaction, and he said, ‘a lot of them do. But just a warning, the ones that do generally either never grow their hair back or grow it back just to shave it off again.’ I told him that’s fine with me, I’m already pretty sure already that I don’t want to grow it back. Then he said, ‘based on what I’m seeing so far, that is a very good decision.’

"He was so hot, even only half shaved," Freddie interjected. "I told him, ‘Dude, you look amazing.’ I just couldn’t believe how much better he was starting to look. Like I said, I loved his hair, and up until that moment, I had been totally into long hair on guys, but it was like a switch had been flipped, and I suddenly saw that bald was by far the best look, especially on Ted. The bald head looked magnificent. I was as hard as Ted was as well, and the line between a shaved head and sexual attraction was completely erased." He laughed. "His plan had worked, I suddenly was wanting to shave my own head as well."

"And then suddenly, it was over. My hair was in my lap, not on my head, and all that was left was sandpaper. Freddie came over and rubbed my head, and then kissed the top, and I did shoot my load at that moment. The barber just grinned and threw a towel in my lap to cover the evidence. ‘You can clean up when I’m finished.’ He pulled out a straight razor and asked, ‘I assume we’re going all the way?’

"Absolutely, I told him, and he wrapped a hot towel around my head. It felt even better than the clippers did, and I started to get hard again, and even with the towel in my lap, it was obvious. The barber looked at my lap and turned to Freddie and said, ‘Dude, I think you need to flip the sign over to closed and draw the blinds. Your boyfriend is gonna need a bit more privacy for what comes next, I think.’ Then the barber told me, ‘some guys just get really, really turned on when I shave their heads, so in case that happens, I’m set up so that they can have a bit of… relief… during the process. Getting turned on, or wanting to have a wank while getting shaved is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of.’

"Once the blinds were closed, he asked Freddie to pull off my swim trunks and lend me a hand. I asked him if only gay guys reacted this was, and he told me no, that he has some straight dudes who he has to close the blinds for as well. ‘Once they get over the thought of jacking off in front of another dude, they just sit back and enjoy the whole thing. I’m kind of known in the area for being the place where men, and even women, with this fetish can come and enjoy themselves while I shave their heads. And when I get couples in, I generally let them take care of each other while I do the shaving.’

"So, there I was, with a really hot barber shaving my head for the first time and my really hot boyfriend running his hand up and down my cock. I thought I was in heaven. When the barber finished, swung me around, and I saw my shaved head, I knew I was in heaven. It was love at first sight."

Freddie interjected, "I didn’t know it was possible to be even more attracted to Ted than I already was, but when he was sitting there, totally naked, with his head completely shaved, I was on fire. I threw my arms around him, kissing him passionately. After I came up for air, I looked at the barber and said, ‘now for me. I want to be bald just like him.’ So I yanked off my swim trunks, we switched positions, and the barber shaved my head completely while Ted went down on me. And when I saw myself totally bald, I realized I didn’t miss my hair at all. In fact, I was kind of glad it had started falling out, because if it hadn’t, I would have never known the joy of getting it shaved." Freddie paused and looked at us. "You guys ok?"

I looked over at Jake, and he looked at me, and I realized how much the story had turned both of us on. We were both flushed with excitement, and I could tell by the look on his face that Jake was hiding a boner under the table. Of course, so was I, to be honest.

Ted grinned and said to Freddie, "too bad the restaurant doesn’t have the privacy blinds, I think they need it. Tell you what, if talking about shaving turns you on this much, maybe you should come down to the club tonight. Across the Line has fetish nights every Saturday, and tonight they will be having a barber shop theme. Not everyone will be getting their heads shaved totally bald, but usually quite a few do, as well as mohawks, recons, and a bunch of other extreme cuts. The barber from Florida who first shaved us comes out to LA every other month to do the cutting, and he’ll be there tonight. We found out he was pretty big in the hair fetish scene, he does a bunch of shaving videos in fact. You can sit and watch, or you can play. Freddie and I always get shaved there, so if nothing else, you can watch us get our heads cleaned up."

Jake looked at me, and I looked at him, and said "Wild horses couldn’t stop us."

"So," Jake asked, "how did everyone react when you came back totally bald?"

"It was awesome," Freddie replied. "Our families both gushed over how good it looked, which kind of surprised me. One of Ted’s friends liked it so much he shaved his head as well. It wasn’t that big of a change for him, because he’d always had a buzz, but it was pretty cool. For me, it was really awesome. The modelling agency completely loved the bald look on me, and I suddenly started getting work again, more in fact than I had with long hair. They talked me into growing the beard which was really perfect with my shaved head.

"Even better was how my band reacted. At the time, there weren’t a lot bald guys in metal bands. You had Phil Anselmo, Scott Ian, and Rob Halford, but it wasn’t all that common. My bandmates thought it was absolutely awesome though and decided that it should be part of our image. The other guitarist and the bass player shaved their heads totally, the lead singer got a mohawk, and the drummer got a cut that we’d call a Viking cut today. After a few months, they shaved completely as well because the upkeep of having some hair just got to them, and they liked the shaved bits more than the hairy one. Us being bald got us noticed, and we got more gigs because we were so memorable. Sadly, we never made it big though, but we really stood out. The other guys are still bald though, so even if we weren’t a massive success, the haircuts were."

Jake kept chatting with Ted and Freddie about shaving, tattoos, professional life, and a bunch of other things. The year just kept getting better, we had shaved our heads, made new friends, found there were others like us, and best of all, Jake was really coming out of his shell and becoming way more comfortable with himself as a person.

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