Frat House Haircut by Aurum

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***Note: this story contains sexually explicit descriptions and scenes.***

James, the newest member of the frat on campus, is brushing his teeth in the bathroom when Cal, a senior and head brother of the fraternity, walks in. James has very shaggy hair. Long, floppy, thick and dense. It is honestly a bit of a pain. Cal, however, has a sexy military recon. Sides shaved completely smooth, and no longer than a quarter inch of hair on top. Seeing such an extreme haircut on his big bro has James starting to feel a little intimidated. Intimidated, but also aroused.
Cal sits on the edge of the sink counter. He pulls out a bag of weed. A classic joint. He dangles it above the garbage can.
"You don't smoke, do you, James?"
"Smoke? No, no I’ve never done that. I mean I’ve done edibles before. That is to say that I’ve gotten high, but I’ve never smoked…" James trails off, feeling a little foolish for his rambling. Something about Cal is just so mesmerizing. So intimidating, but enticing. Cal notices this and becomes enamored with James. He makes sure that James is paying attention before he strikes.
"Hey, buddy. It's cool man. I won't tell. No one will know. You want a hit? I'm sure it'll be good for you." Cal says, patting the top of James' head, "Come on, big guy."
James takes the joint from Cal. He's hesitant, but his curiosity and interest in the older boy get the best of him. He holds the joint to his lips. He inhales as hard as he can, but his inexperience is obvious. The smoke goes down his airways, but only half makes it to his lungs. He starts coughing, hacking violently. He does his best to force out as much of the smoke as possible, but the burn in his throat is too intense. He continues coughing until the pain becomes too much. He's bent over with his hands on his knees when he finally calms down enough to speak again.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"You don't have to apologize. That's not even a quarter hit. I’ll show you how it’s done." Cal flashes a smolder at James, and the younger boy can’t help but blush. He was not expecting that look, or those words. Cal flips James' shaggy hair, and ruffles it with his fingers.
James inhales deeply, and this time he's much more prepared for the burn. The smoke goes down his windpipe, but it doesn't burn nearly as badly. He exhales a cloud of smoke and feels the drug hit his system. It's nice.
"See? It's not so hard." Cal says.
"Not hard at all." James replies. The two of them lock eyes. James is already a bit high, but that's not why he feels light headed.
"I knew you had it in you." Cal says. "You just needed some guidance."
Cal pulls James up from the floor and the younger boy is amazed at how strong this guy is. Almost subconsciously, as if his body is acting opposite his brain, James reaches out a hand and strokes Cal’s bald sides. Cal shivers and moans as he takes another drag. James watches the smoke curl up to the ceiling before he feels a firm hand grab his face. Cal pushes James against the bathroom wall and kisses him. James is almost drunk with ecstasy at this point. Cal pushing him against the wall, kissing him passionately and deeply, his hand wound in his hair. It's overwhelming. He feels so alive, so free.
James' hand roams across Cal's body, but stops at the top of his underwear. He traces the area around Cal's bulge, teasing it. Cal grabs James’ hand, and directs it back to his head. He makes James feel the contrast of the smooth sides and bristly top, and James can’t help but let out a moan.
"See? I knew you'd come around." Cal says.
"Come around? Around what?" James asks, feeling lost.
"The game, baby. The game. I know you want a piece of this." Cal says as he squeezes his bulge through his underwear. "I bet you'd like to see it, right?"
"Oh, I—" James stops abruptly, feeling the heat return to his face. "I wasn’t meaning your bulge. Not that it isn’t hot—dude it has me almost panting—but, what’s really getting me all hot and bothered is…" James trails off again, almost feeling a bit too embarrassed to continue. Cal knows exactly what James means though. After all, James has been staring at Cal’s nearly bald head this entire time.
"What are you getting at?" Cal asks. He's still giving off the cool guy vibe, but there's an underlying hint of insecurity that makes James want to go for it.
"The haircut, man. You have to tell me. What the hell happened?"
"Do I look that different?" Cal asks. He's a bit shocked. He wasn't expecting James to ask. He thought James was too busy drooling to pay attention.
"Different? Hell no! That is to say, not at all. That's the problem! You're too damn sexy for your own good."
"Really?" Cal says with a sly smile.
"No s**t."
"Good, 'cause I’ve been thinking the same thing. Ever since getting this haircut I’ve been hornier than a bull pumped full of testosterone in a field of cows." Cal looks down at James. His eyes have a predatory gleam, and James swears he sees fangs poking from Cal's gums. Cal's hand snakes down into James' pants and grips the younger boy's cock. Cal glances the hair clippers sitting on the counter.
"How would you like to get your first haircut?" Cal asks as he squeezes James' growing member.
"Yeah. Yeah I want to. I want to do this. With you." James says, nodding.
"Then take a seat." Cal says, pulling out a chair from the corner of the bathroom.
James does as instructed. He takes a seat, and his pants are pulled down to his knees.
"So," Cal begins, playing with James’ hair once again. "What are we doing today?" He picks up a comb, running it through the younger boy’s locks. "Something…military?" James’ eyes widen at the suggestion. Cal takes note of the younger boy’s reaction. "I could give you a short back and sides. Clipped up nice and high, with a bit of length up top to style. Or…" he cups James’ neck, "I could give you something much, much shorter." James practically squirms at the suggestion. He looks back to see the glimmer in Cal's eye and gives an approving smile. James takes a deep breath as he makes the final decision.
"Yeah, that's what I want."
"Good. To be completely honest, that’s what I was going to give you anyways. I’m going to clip you down good, little bro. You are going to be sheared like a goddamn sheep."
James leans forward and takes another hit from the joint. He is definitely feeling it now, but not so high that he isn't feeling Cal's hand roaming around to his crotch.
"So," the older boy says. "What are we doing to your hair?" Cal reaches into a drawer and pulls out his shaving cream, along with a 5 blade cartridge razor. "Standard high and tight? A nice and sharp recon like mine?" He sets the shaving cream and razor next to the hair clippers. "Horseshoe flattop?" James’ eyes widen a bit, almost in fear at the suggestion. "Haha, don’t worry lil’ bro. I won’t do that to you. I don’t have nearly enough skill." He pushes his fingers through the front of James’ hairline. "I could, however…" he trails off again.
James swallows hard, not wanting to be left in suspense, but not wanting to push things either. He leans forward, and looks Cal in the eyes. He doesn't say a word.
"You could…what?" Asks James.
"I could trim it nice and close, right to the skin. Get your edges nice and neat."
"How close?" James asks, his heart pounding.
"Close enough to feel my breath on your nape," Cal whispers. "Close enough that you feel the heat from my hands as I rub them over your scalp. Close enough," he pauses, making sure to lock eyes with James. "Close enough that there isn’t any hair left at all."
James can barely speak, he's so nervous. "What would that do?" he manages to choke out.
"What do you think, lil’ bro?"
"It...it would be..."
"Bald. I am offering to shave your head. Clean. Smooth. Shining. No hair left whatsoever."
"Yes." James whispers, his voice trembling.
"Yes? You mean you want me to shave your head? Is that what you want, little bro?" Cal asks as he runs the tips of his fingers over James' scalp.
"Yes," James says.
"You want to feel my hands running over your head? You want to feel the heat of my skin touching your skin? You want to feel the heat in my breath on your scalp as I kiss your perfectly bald dome?"
"Yes. I do."
"I bet you do, lil' bro," Cal says, leaning down and whispering in James' ear, "and I'm gonna give it to you too. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of your bald little head."
James looks up at Cal, who flashes a devilish grin at the younger boy.
"Now, hold still. I don't want to nick you."
James sits completely still as Cal flicks on the clippers. James notices the lack of a guard. "Where to start…" Cal says, almost absent-mindedly. He runs his hands over the front of James' scalp, and then moves back to the hair near the top. James holds his breath as the clippers come in close to his face, but Cal takes it away at the last moment.
"Dude!" James exclaims.
"Relax. I didn't nick you." Cal says with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"But...that's not what I meant. I was expecting you to touch my head." James says with a slight pout.
"Oh really? That's what you meant, lil' bro?" Cal asks as he starts moving the clippers around James' ear. He kisses James on the cheek. Right as James expects to feel the clippers plow into his sideburn, Cal pivots and places them right at the middle of James’ forehead. "Alright. Now we do this for real."
James can barely hear the buzzing of the clippers anymore. All he can focus on is Cal's fingers gently rubbing the back of his head. It's pure bliss. James has never felt anything so wonderful, so comforting. The Clippers touch down at his hairline, destroying James’ mane as Cal pulls them back. James closes his eyes and sighs as he feels the weight of his hair lift.
"That's a good little bro. I knew you could do it," Cal says as he taps the clippers off. The hair falls right into James’ lap, surrounding his throbbing, erect cock.
"Oh, God." James whispers.
"Don't worry, we aren't done yet," Cal says with a bit of malice. He starts the clippers up again, and runs them up the side of James' face. He takes extra care in making sure to get the sides, and not James' cheeks. When he's done he moves back down and taps the clippers off. More hair falls into James lap.
"F***…you’re really doing it. This is really happening." James is nearly vibrating as he says this. His member is now completely rigid. The feeling of the buzzing against his scalp was more arousing than James could have imagined.
"Of course I am, little bro. We aren't done yet." Cal continues shearing off James’ mane, making sure to catch every last strand of hair. The sensation sends shudders down James’ spine. He almost melts in the chair. He leans his head back to give Cal better access, and moans out as he does. Cal switches off the clippers, and begins rubbing James' head. He scoops up handfuls of the younger boy’s hair and uses it as a cushion for his fingers.
"Yeah…you like that, lil’ bro? You like me rubbing your nearly bald head? You like feeling the remnants of your once glorious mane all over your soon-to-be-shaved scalp?" Cal asks, and James nods with his eyes closed. The feeling is almost overwhelming. James is already lost in bliss, but the feeling of Cal's hands massaging his head is nearly enough to make him cum right then and there. "Well just you wait, lil’ bro. We aren’t done yet." Cal purrs into James’ ear. He continues rubbing, but this time he brings his hands down to the bottom of James' head, and gives it a gentle push downwards. James looks down, and is absolutely speechless at what he sees. Cal's hands are now on his lower back, but his fingertips are right at the nape of James' neck. He looks like a goddamn rockstar. His hair is shaved down, leaving a slight dusting on top. A slight dusting that James knows is soon to be history. Cal stands behind him, his hands on James' shoulders as he looks in the mirror.
"Oh, baby. I like this look."
"So do I," James whispers. He is so nervous to see what will happen next, but his anxiety only increases as Cal steps closer. James feels the warmth of the other man's body press against his back, and his eyes flutter at the sensation.
"You like it when I touch you like this, right?" Cal asks.
"Yeah. So much. I love it. I love feeling you."
"And how does this feel?" Cal asks as he tightens his grip on James' shoulder.
"Amazing. It feels amazing."
"And what about this?" Cal asks as his fingertips brush the back of James' neck.
"Ungh...ngh..."
"Tell me," Cal asks, moving his fingers into James' hair, "Tell me what you're feeling."
"It's so good, dude! I swear I could cum right now." James says, almost desperately.
"Don't do that, baby. We aren't done yet." Cal moves in closer, and uncaps the bottle of shaving cream. "You know what this is for, don’t you?" Cal asks, as he shoots the shaving cream into his hand. James nods, and leans back, closing his eyes. He hears the bottle cap pop back into place, and then he feels Cal's fingers massaging the cream into his scalp.
"F***…Cal…" James huffs out.
"Is it good, lil' bro? You like this?" Cal asks as he moves his fingers down to James' neck. He pushes the shaving cream around the nape of his neck, rubbing it all around before pivoting to the top of his head.
"Yeah...yeah it's good. I want you to shave me. I want you to shave me bald."
"Good boy." Cal says as he gives the top of James' head a rub.
Finished with the cream, Cal rinses his hands off in the sink. He picks up the razor and positions himself behind James, holding the blades right at the point of James’ widow’s peak. James can barely speak. He is so aroused, so turned on. His heart is pounding. He closes his eyes again, waiting for the inevitable.
The blades come in close, and James holds his breath. Cal stops.
"Say it." The older boy says. James’ eyes open at this. His line of sight locks with Cal’s in the mirror. "Say it." The older boy repeats, his voice taking a much deeper and more primal tone. Cal’s eyes are piercing, like a predator getting ready to pounce. "Tell me what you want me to do." Cal nearly growls.
James knows what Cal wants him to say. The words almost make him cum right then and there.
"Please shave my head," James whispers, his voice shaking. "I want you to shave me bald. I want you to take care of the stubble on my scalp and scrape me completely smooth."
"Good boy. Now hold still, lil' bro." Cal says as he runs the blade across James' skin. He scrapes at James' hairline, making sure the edges are as close to the skin as possible. He moves back, and begins to run the blade around the top of James' head, taking the stubble with it. He rinses off the blade in the sink, and then strokes the swath of smooth skin on the top of James’ head.
"It's done." Cal says. "I can't believe you held out." James looks up at Cal in the mirror. His face is red and dripping with sweat. His lips are chapped and parted, and his breathing is ragged. "You want to see?"
James nods, and Cal pivots the chair so James can get a look at the strip of shaved scalp. James looks in the mirror with wide eyes. He can hardly believe what he sees.
"Oh my God." He whispers.
"You like it?" Cal asks, moving around to James' side.
"I love it." James whispers. "I love it so much. It feels so good."
"I knew you would," Cal says with a proud smirk. "That's why I wanted to do it."
Cal trails a finger down the bare strip, rubbing it with enough pressure to make James whimper. He brings the finger back to his mouth and sucks on it. "You're not done yet." Placing the razor back on James’ forehead, he repeats the motion. This time he works his way down to James' nape. When he's done, James looks back up into the mirror to see the smooth skin. It almost glows underneath the bathroom lights. Cal resumes shaving, repeating the process of shave, rinse and rub. James can feel himself getting almost painfully hard. He has never felt such pleasure. Never.
When Cal is done, he stands behind James and cups the younger boy’s newly bald head in his hands. He can see the light from the bathroom reflect off of it as James' eyes meet his in the mirror. Cal kisses James on the top of his head.
"Good lil' bro. I knew you'd love it."
Cal reaches for a bottle of aloe vera gel and squirts a sizable amount onto James’ scalp. The younger boy draws in his breath in response to the sudden coldness.
"Relax, lil’ bro." Cal coos, as he begins to massage the gel in with his fingertips. "You’ll love this. Trust me." James can barely speak. He feels Cal moving down to the back of his head. His fingertips trail down James' head, reaching a point in the middle of his nape, and returning to the spot that was once his widow’s peak. The feeling of Cal's fingertips working into the bare skin of his head is overwhelming. He feels a warm wetness between his legs.
"Now I bet you want me to touch you, right?" Cal whispers into James' ear. "I bet you want me to wrap my hand around your little cock and make you cum all over the seat."
"Yes," James whispers. "Yes, please Cal. Please take care of me."
Cal continues massaging, and moves one of his hands down to James’ waist. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of James' boxer shorts, and slides them down until James' erect member springs out.
"Looks like someone’s a little excited," Cal breathes into James’ ear. He takes his hand and grips the base of James' cock, stroking it slowly up and down.
James moans out in pleasure. The feeling is electric. Cal continues working on James' heads, caressing the smooth skin as he goes. The feeling is so amazing, that James is practically at his breaking point.
"I need you, Cal," James moans. "I need you right now."
"Shhh, don’t tell me." Cal responds. The hand around James’ member speeds up, and Cal’s scalp massage increases in intensity. Cal begins to press kisses against James’ shaved head, and that is all it takes.
James feels his orgasm coming on. He can feel it in the pit of his stomach, growing, building.
"I'm gonna cum, Cal!" He cries out, almost screaming.
"Don't hold it back," Cal whispers into James' ear. "Let it happen."
James can't hold it any longer. The orgasm hits him like a bolt of lightning. The cum shoots up his cock and explodes onto the bathroom floor.
James nearly falls out of the chair as his body tenses in pleasure. Cal catches him as he slumps down, holding the younger boy to his chest. James closes his eyes and lets the bliss consume him.
He can feel Cal's warm, hard cock against his back.
"That's it lil' bro. Let it out. I got you." Cal coaxes. "It's all good now."
James reaches back with his hand and strokes Cal's cock. The older boy moans, and the sound is enough to almost set James off again.
"No," Cal murmurs. "Not here." He eyes the bed in the other room, and James understands instantly. Cal picks up the younger boy and carries him to the bed. Cal sets James down, and sits him up. He scoops up the clumps of hair in the sink, and tosses them into the trash. When he comes back, he takes his own member into his hands. The sight of James laying there, clothes off, cock erect and head shaved, is almost too much for Cal to handle. He moves behind the bed, and lies down on his stomach.
"Come over here." he says to James, "We’re going to make this last all night."

Fin.

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