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It's time. I'm ready. (Part 2) by ConvincedBoyfriend

This is Part 2 of Joe and Mark's story, this time told from Mark's perspective. Read Part 1 to find out what they got up to the night before.


The morning was bright and cast long shadows into our bedroom. I watched as the light played off Joe's newly shaved head.

Last night was a dream come true. Months ago, when I had confessed to Joe how haircuts and shaved heads turned me on, I had, of course, fantasized that it might one day lead to something like this. But while he had seemed quite fascinated by it, he didn't initially show any interest in it himself.

But over the next few months, he had sounded more and more intrigued every time I playfully brought up the idea. Whenever I had my skinfade touched up, rubbing the shorn parts of my head had become an instant turn on for him. I had even noticed him looking admiringly at other guys with buzzcuts and shaved heads on Instagram and on nights out.

But it wasn't until two weeks ago that he had brought the subject up himself for the first time. We had just arrived home from a party one night, and he was unusually quiet, in his own little world.

"Is everything OK, baby?" I asked him.

"Ha, yeah," he laughed nervously. "I was just thinking …" He pushed his fingers through the brown waves of his hair thoughtfully.

"About what?"

"So, like … if you could do anything to my hair …"

"Ohhh?" I interrupted him, not quite sure where this would go.

"No, no, don't get too excited, I'm just thinking out loud here!"

I was definitely intrigued, and his cheeky smile made it hard not to get excited.

"So if I said you could do whatever you wanted to this," he said, as he grabbed the front of his hair, "what would you do?"

"Easy," I said, "I would shave it all!"

"All of it?!"

"Yeah - I mean, if I had free rein, there would be nothing left!" I tugged at his hair as he laughed. "But don't worry, I'm not going to just shave it off in your sleep!"

"Ha! But you'd really want me to be bald?"

"Joe, you would look so hot. Of course I'd want to see that. But I hope you'd return the favor too."

"You mean I'd get to shave your head too?" He sounded more excited about that than I had expected. "What if I messed it up?"

"I don't think there's much to mess up," I said. "You'd be shaving all this off, leaving nothing behind!" I rubbed my hair in his face, tickling his nose with it.

"OK, well that gives me a lot to think about, babe," he said, flashing me his cheeky grin.

I guess he must have given it quite a lot of thought, because last night it finally happened. And now here we both were with no hair left. As I reached out to touch him, my fingertips grazing the stubble left behind by the clippers, I wondered if he would be up for going a little further.

"Joe," I began, my voice soft and low. He turned to look at me, his eyes sleepy and warm. "Last night was just perfect. I can't believe you did that for me."

"Me neither!" he said. "But, you know what? I think that may have been the hottest experience I've ever had."

"I know!" I said excitedly, pleased that my fantasy hadn't come at the expense of his happiness. "And, oh my god, I can't even begin to tell you how amazing it looks on you."

He blushed. "Well thank you," he said as he rubbed his head. "You look amazing too. Somehow even sexier and more masculine!"

"How would you feel about taking it a step further?" I asked, unsure how far to push it.

His eyes widened for a moment, surprise quickly replaced by curiosity. "How?" he asked.

I smiled, stepping out of bed and over to the bathroom, returning with a can of shaving cream and a razor. Joe looked at the items in my hand, his gaze filled with understanding and a spark of excitement.

"OK," he said, "I'll do yours, but I don't think I'm ready to go completely smooth myself yet!"

I grinned and ran towards the bathroom, with Joe following behind me. We both hopped into the shower, our naked bodies betraying our intense excitement. I handed him the can and he squirted a handful of the white foam onto my stubbly scalp, gently rubbing it all over my head with his delicate fingers. The coolness of the cream sent shivers down my spine. I had been obsessed with this idea for so long that in some ways I knew what to expect. But the reality of it was so much more intense than it had been in my imagination.

I looked over at Joe, his eyes filled with anticipation. He grabbed the razor from the shelf and looked at it for a moment.

"On your knees," he said. There was a surprising commanding tone to his voice. I submitted to his instruction and bent down. Joe began carefully and methodically shaving the back of my head, using long, firm strokes against the grain of my hairs. The sensation and sound of the blade sliding across my skin was insanely erotic and a wave of excitement washed over me. Stroke by stroke, he removed every last trace of stubble. He rubbed all over my head with his fingers, checking for anywhere he might have missed. I could see that he was enjoying it. Finally, he grabbed my hand and placed it on the top of my scalp so I could feel how smooth it was. Nothing could have prepared me for that feeling.

I stood up and let the water wash off the rest of the foam, and I went to turn off the shower.

"Not so fast," Joe said before I got there. "I can't let you have all the fun." He handed me the can of foam.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Yeah. I didn't think I'd want to do it, but feeling your head just now … Oh my, how could I not?!"

My grin must have made me look almost possessed as I pushed him down to his knees and lathered up his scalp. He closed his eyes as I massaged it in. I took the razor and began my work. The blade glided over his scalp with ease. Each stroke of the blade revealed more of him, the smooth skin underneath almost glowing. The intimacy was not lost on us. The steamy shower, the shared glances, the tender touches - it was all incredibly arousing.

When I was finished, I rubbed my hands all over his smooth scalp and he stood up to kiss my lips. I could see that this had made him happy too. I couldn't believe my luck. This beautiful guy had been full of surprises ever since we had met, but I never expected to find someone who would indulge my fantasy like this.

We both stood there for a moment, smiling, our fingers gently exploring each other's heads, and exploring this new, exciting frontier in our relationship.

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