Close Quarters by FilthyCyborg

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I was pleasantly surprised at the reception of my last story, Evening, so I'm pushing this through earlier than I planned. This one's a re-hash of something I wrote in college. It's a bit weird in structure but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

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On the night in question, I looked down to my watch and saw that it was 7:33. I realized Greg was late, and promptly closed the blinds to my dorm room and cleaned off the stool. I set out everything I would need for the evening and stood impatiently just behind the door. There was a knock at 7:38. Precisely late, I thought, I appreciate that.
I let him into the room with a stern look and he hurried past me, head bent down. "Sorry I’m late; no one would let me into the building."
"Yeah, sure, and you couldn’t even be bothered to tell me? Or ask me to let you in? No, you had to waste precious time, my precious time, by just standing and waiting. It’s not like I have other things to do, no, just use up my whole evening, why don’t you?"
"Sorry," he said sheepishly, looking up for the first time. I had seen him act, and he was good, but if he had been more than good, he might have been able to hide the bit of lust in his eyes. Or at least the hardon. The tarp on the floor crinkled beneath our feet as I took him by the shoulder and made him sit on the stool I had positioned in the middle of the room, facing the mirror. In any other situation, it would have been much more difficult, or even impossible, for me to make him do this.
"I’m gonna show you what happens when an asshole keeps me waiting," I said, looking him dead in the eye. "Stay still unless you want to see me angrier." I reached down to his waist and lifted off his t-shirt; he neither resisted nor helped me remove it. He simply let me extract the offending garment and examine his bare torso. He was covered in a thick layer of body hair, and he was more solid than I had always imagined â€" much more muscle and less flab than I had guessed. He was built for work, not show.
I moved to the desk and turned on the electric trimmer that I used for my own beard; now, though, it was devoid of its usual guard. I wanted the bare blades to caress Greg’s scalp. "Hold the f*** still," I demanded, standing behind him and pulling his body and head back, making sure he felt my boner pressing into his back through my shorts. "I don’t want to have to do this twice."

[Greg and I had a number of classes together; it came with the territory of being in the same major. He was a bit taller than me, probably six feet even, and stockily built, with dark, slightly wavy hair that he never let get longer than two inches, and was usually shorter than that. I took notice of him immediately when he walked into class for the first time, and within a day, my head was dreaming up private fantasies about him. There was one little difference between fantasy and reality, though â€" in every daydream, he was completely bald. Whether or not I dreamed him up with clothes, or whatever scandalous things my mind made him do, there was never even a trace of stubble on his head. Sometimes his head was freshly shaven and pale, other times it would be tanned, as if it were a look Greg had been sporting for a long time. Over time, the daydreams grew more and more intense, as did my desire to be intimate with the man who inspired them.]

As I removed the first strip of hair from Greg’s head, he did two things at once. A minute thrust of his pelvis, just enough to turn the straight line of hair I was buzzing into a zigzag, was accompanied by a whimper that sounded like, "please don’t."
"What was that?" I asked, lowering the clippers and leaning in to talk into his ear. "I couldn’t quite make it out."
"Please don’t do this," he whined louder, the pleading in his voice obviously not asking for the same thing his words were.
"But I’ve already started!" I muttered back. "If I stop now, you’ll have to leave with a crooked reverse mohawk. If you ask me, I’m doing you a favor if I keep going." I buzzed another strip of hair and gathered as much of it as I could into my fist. "You wouldn’t want to go around campus with random tufts and patches, would you?" Pressing the hair into the side of his face, I continued, "Everyone would think you didn’t know how to take care of yourself."
He let out another whimper, but then fell silent. After he ground backward into my hardon, I stood upright again and said, "This isn’t for you to enjoy. If I get too strong of a feeling that you like what’s going on â€" say I find you’ve let yourself leak" â€" I punctuated this word with a short, firm squeeze of his none-too-small dick â€" "I’ll get angry again, and we’ll have to find some additional way for you to apologize for upsetting me." I set back to work buzzing, enjoying his shivers under my touch.

[One morning, Greg came into Econ class and sat next to me, as he usually did. The past few weeks, his hair had been getting longer â€" still not even reaching three inches, but visibly longer than I’d ever seen it on him. He rubbed the top of his head and I realized that his thick, dark curls were starting to get in his eyes and cover his ears â€" things he had never let his hair do before. He had several weeks worth of beard growth, as well. The overall effect was very manly, though not the most attractive look imaginable on him.
"I’m so sick of this hair," he said as he sat down. "I just want it gone."
"Why don’t you go get a haircut then? You can’t be that busy," I offered, feeling myself beginning to harden.
"But I’ve never paid for a haircut once, and I forgot my hair cutting supplies at home. I don’t want my family going through my stuff, so I can’t have my clippers sent up. Paying for a new set would be a waste, and I don’t know anyone who cuts hair to ask them." He blushed, sighed, and brushed a few ebony waves from his face.
"I’ve cut a few people’s hair before. I’d totally do you a favor and cut your hair for you." His head snapped over to look at me, way too interested to be normal. I looked down casually at his trousers; he was harder than I was.
"Would you really do that? Do you have clippers and stuff? You really don’t look like the type to have all that."
"I’d use my beard trimmer, if that’s all right. I’m not a stylist, just a free barber â€" so I can’t promise you’d come out looking exactly like you normally do â€" but I’d do the best I could."
He looked really excited for a moment, then blushed and looked down, trying to hide his boner under a textbook. "I mean…only if it’s not too much trouble."
"It’s not," I said, adjusting my position in my chair. I whispered the next part as close to his ear as I was comfortable moving. "And, just between us, do you…enjoy cutting your hair? Or having someone do it for you?"
He looked up again, nearly dropping his book. He stared directly into my eyes, half questioning how I knew, half answering my question. "We should get together sometime to discuss how to…maximize the enjoyment. For both of us."]

As I buzzed off the last strip of Greg’s hair, I leaned so my boner would press harder into his back. I took the last handful of hair and held it up for him to get a good look at.
"This is what happens when you keep me waiting," I taunted, as much saccharine in my voice as I could muster. "Gotta make sure it wasn’t too enjoyable for you, though. You had me worried earlier you might’ve actually liked this."
He whined a bit as I made him stand up and pulled down his shorts and boxers at once, but he made no real effort to stop me. His cock was at full attention and his boxers had traces of precum in them.
"Oh, I was afraid of this. It looks like I have to get nastier to prove my point." I forced him to sit again, still naked, not bothering to brush off the stray hairs that were all over his body. I pulled a bowl of water out from my microwave; it had been boiling earlier, but had cooled down a bit and was merely hot now. I sat it on the tarp near the stool and went for the cream and razor on my desk. I rubbed his head (which was now covered only in barely-there stubble) once with just my hands, a second time with a pre-warmed towel, and then a third time with the thick shaving cream. "Hold still," I purred into his ear, "unless you want me to cut you."

[We walked to my room together; Greg hadn’t wanted to get into details in public. I couldn’t blame him; we’d be discussing something very personal. I locked the door behind us when we entered the room.
"So, what came to mind when I suggested I cut your hair?"
"When I cut my own hair, I imagine I’m punishing myself for something I’ve done. So, if you could overreact to something and freak out at me…"
"I can do that. We plan a scene for acting class or something, and you show up late. Simple but effective."
"Sure," he said, starting to fondle himself. "And…can you do something I haven’t done before? I’ve been too nervous to try it myself, but with someone else doing it for me, I’ll get too horny and flustered and I won’t want it to stop."
"Uh, what is it?"
He breathed in deeply before continuing. "I wanna try going completely bald. Razor and cream. Nothing but skin. I’m afraid I’d cut myself up if I did it, so I don’t wanna try it by myself. But the thought of having it all shaved off…" He shuddered, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had creamed his pants.
"I can do that. I’ll admit I’ve never shaved a head, but I have shaved someone else’s face. So, if you’re comfortable with me trying it, I’d be more than happy to shave you." I stood next to him and ran my hand through his hair and left it resting on his head. He groped me and put his other hand on his own dick. I looked down and nodded.
"Can I assume from this that you’re hoping for something more…intimate from this evening we’re planning?"
"Yeah, I guess I got too forward, huh? I didn’t wanna just outright ask, but I guess I got too caught up in the idea…since we’re already planning for it to be like you’re punishing me…" He trailed off, but I knew what he wanted.
"I’d be more than happy to f*** you, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m assuming after you’re bald?"
"Yeah, we can finish off in more ways than one." His pun was cheesy, but I chuckled a little at it.
"Okay, sure. So, I’m in charge, you end up bald, and I pound your ass. That sound about right?"
Greg blushed bright red. "Yeah, that’s right. When can we do this? I’m really getting sick of all this hair; I wasn’t exaggerating earlier."
"I’d prefer an evening or nighttime, and weekends are better. If the sex is good, we might just keep going, and I don’t wanna worry about when you’d have to leave." I could tell he was getting eager to start, and while I was horny as well, I unfortunately had things to do this particular afternoon. I grabbed his head from the back and pulled his face close to mine. "I’ll expect you on Friday evening at 7:30, but you’re going to have unforeseen delays and not show up at the door to this room until 7:38. We’ll be rehearsing our scene for acting class, so bring your script and notes. The safeword is Mamet. Don’t be late." I looked at him sternly in the eye, but immediately realized that the effect would be lost since our faces were so close. I leaned in a little closer, as if I was about to kiss him, and just as I felt him start to lean in, I pulled away and directed him toward the door. "Don’t forget."]

The razor glided effortlessly over Greg’s scalp; with each run of the razor, another smooth, pale patch of skin was revealed. Greg was still and quiet now; the personality he was role-playing was in my complete control. I was shaving with the grain now, and although we hadn’t discussed it ahead of time, I planned to also go across and against the grain. The feeling of shaving his head was such a rush, and I knew he was enjoying it at least as much as me, if not more. I wanted to make it last for as much time as possible. Soon he had his eyes closed and his mouth open in an expression I knew to be ecstasy, but anyone else might have thought was misery. One look at his fully erect dick told me that I was doing the exact right thing, and as soon as I had finished shaving him once, I immediately reapplied shaving cream and started shaving across the grain. I had thought the first shave had been easy; it was a trudge through quicksand compared to this second shave. Greg nearly shivered as I started shaving again, but he controlled himself before his head shook and I cut him. The second shave was quicker, and soon enough, I was applying the third and final layer of shaving cream.
Either from the buildup of tension over the evening or the change of direction, shaving against the grain was too much for Greg. He came without even having to touch himself. "Oh, now you’ve done it," I said, stopping the shave to scold him. "If you hadn’t enjoyed that, I might’ve stopped with shaving and let you go after our work is all done. But now that you’ve gone and enjoyed it, I’ll have to show off my anger…some other way." I put as much lust into my voice as I could, then I groped Greg’s cock slowly but tightly. Standing back up, I continued shaving, the easiest of the three runs. I took a wet towel â€" barely tepid now â€" and rubbed down his head, then checked for stubble. I did better than I had expected for a first time; I found nothing but skin.
"Stand up," I commanded, and he acted reluctant to obey. "Since you were so determined to enjoy being reprimanded for your tardiness, I guess I’ll have to do something else, to really drive the point home. Stand facing the bed," I added, directing him and pushing forward a bit. As he was standing in wait, I pulled three condoms out of the box I had nearby, and opened the first one. It was pre-lubed, the only kind I bought. I held it up in front of his hole, pushed him forward so his torso was against the bed, and put two fingers from that same hand straight into the condom and directly into his entrance.
He moaned; I responded by pushing in harder and wiggling my fingers. His moan turned into a discernible word now. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I took this as a sign I was doing the right thing.
I carefully added a third finger to the condom and felt him thrusting backward onto my hand. With my free hand, I slapped him on the ass. "That’s right f***er, I own this ass."
After Greg gave a moan of "F*** me!" that was louder than I expected, I pulled out my hand and lined up my hardon to penetrate him. Disposing of the first condom, I put on a second one myself and a third onto Greg’s raging boner. I then immediately plunged balls-deep into Greg’s welcoming ass.
He was tight and warm, and being inside him felt amazing. I could feel myself hit his spot, but even if I didn’t know what it felt like, I would’ve known I’d found it from the sheer force of the tremor that shook his body. I kept one hand on my cock, holding on to the condom, and raised the other up to his freshly shaved head. I slapped it once, and Greg moaned in ecstasy. I grunted, wanting to bark out a command but enjoying myself far too much to think something up. I then caressed the newly-exposed skin quite gently, giving us both shivers. We stayed in that position, me pounding into his ass and rubbing his head, him reaching back to take in every inch of me, for who-knows how long, until we both came, at nearly the same time. I was only a moment ahead of him; perhaps he had been delayed by having come already. After I felt the very last shivers of ecstasy surge through my body, I pulled out and exhaled deeply. Helping Greg stand up, I looked him in the eye, without any aggressive control for the first time that evening.
"Holy s**t, that was amazing," Greg breathed, glowing.
"You’re pretty damn good yourself," I added, "and you’re damn sexy with the bald head. Especially since you’ve let your beard come in."
"You like the beard? I wasn’t sure about it. I forgot my shaving stuff at home too, see, and it just happened cause I’m cheap. And I’m really glad I look good bald; I probably would’ve been pissed otherwise."
"Because you would have been stuck with a bad look til it grew back?"
"Because I would have been stuck with a bad look every time I want one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. This is definitely not my last time getting my head shaved. Hell, dude, you made it feel so amazing."
"Heh, I guessed from your reactions. I enjoyed myself very much as well. Since we’re kind of at an honest point, I’ve always thought you’d look really hot bald. I’m glad I was the one who got to test that hypothesis, and I’m REALLY glad I was right."
There was a pause in the conversation. Then, Greg spoke up. "Wanna f*** again?"
I smiled wide. "Hell yeah, but gimme a sec. I need a rest or my dick’s not gonna have any skin left. But there are definitely a few things I wanna try out with you, now that I don’t have to be the controlling asshat."
"I kinda like the controlling asshat though. He’s hot. Not that you need to be an asshat. You being you is good too." He was getting flustered; it was weirdly cute seeing someone with such a big, powerful build blush so much. "What I mean is…" then he let out a string of syllables that might have been meant to be profanity. After inhaling deeply, he continued. "I’m really glad you, like you in particular, agreed to do this for me. With me. Cause you’re hot, too. Like, f***in’ hot. If I coulda picked anyone to do this, I’d want someone hot, right? And damn if I didn’t get lucky in talking to you, cause damn. And…ah, s**t."
I knew what was coming next and I wasn’t about to fight it. For all the awkward talk, he was a good kisser. Earlier on I had thought Greg had only been interested in me shaving him because he wanted someone else to do it; at this point, I was guessing he must be pretty into me, too. I held his head with both my hands as we kissed; when I started rubbing it, we both got hard quickly. One thing lead to another.
I don’t know how many times we f***ed that night; I stopped counting at four. We fooled around with the shorn hair that had collected on the tarp and my sheets, rubbing it on our bodies and his head. I massaged him, rubbing deep into his thick layer of body hair. We were horny and delirious; most of the night was spent with one of us inside the other. Well past midnight, we finally decided we were both too tired. I brought out towels to clean off any traces of jizz, then invited him into my bed. We lay, arms wrapped around each other, glowing. I rubbed his shiny head and gently stroked his fuzzy beard. He pecked me on the lips. I blushed; I think he blushed too.
"Uh, hey. Before I forget and fall asleep…can I ask a couple questions?"
"Sure; go right ahead, Greg."
"Which one first…uh, all right, if I theoretically knew someone else who wanted someone to shave his head and have sex, do you think you, or we, might be interested?"
"Maybe. Depends if he’s hot as you." I grinned at how corny my own line was. "We’d have to sit down beforehand, like you and I did, but I’m open for it."
"Okay, cool. And, uh, second…" He sighed, then drew in a deep breath, just like before confessing his attraction to me earlier. "What’d you say to being my boyfriend?"
"Only if we get to do that again," I joked, with a big grin on my face. I kissed him again and drifted off to sleep in my new boyfriend’s arms.

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