Holy Sh*t by Brian

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Clippers buzzing in my hand, I considered my reflection in the bathroom mirror carefully. The last time I had used them, I had buzzed my head right down to the scalp, then followed up with a close razor shave. I decided I would need to be a bit more discerning this time; for as long as I can remember, I`ve wanted a mohawk.

It wasn`t about rebellion or attention to me, the `shocker` cut has always been inexplicably attractive to me. That strip of spiked hair is a symbol of confidence, masculinity, and a `f*** you` attitude. I wanted all of that. So, without much further ado, I decided I needed a haircut, and a damn good one. In anticipation of the transformation, I got rock hard, but I decided to pace myself. Putting the 1/2` attachment on the clippers, I paused one more moment at my hairline, then plunged them into a thickly grown-out sideburn. Ah, that sweet release; the buzz of the clippers against the skin of my head was almost too much to bear. Grinning, I kept pulling them back further into my thick crop of hair, watching streams of chestnut hair fall to the floor.

Making sure to not go too far back, I mowed the sides of my head to a clean half inch, but it just didn`t show the `hawk enough. `Eh, f*** moderation,` I thought and threw the attachment aside. Time to really get it going. Starting again with my still impressive sideburns, before I knew it, they were just a dark shadow. Getting braver, I plunged forward into the sides of my hair, sending all of the chestnut hair that girls had fawned over to the floor, leaving nothing but dark stubble. Completing this task, I went over the now bare skin several times with the growling clippers, which seemed to put into sound exactly what I was feeling.

Now with the entire top and back left, I was eager to plow into the hair on the crown of my head, where I had gotten the biggest rush before. Once again pausing just a moment, I started in and immediately almost lost it. There are no words to describe the feeling of reducing the hair on top of your head to tiny stubs, the crunching, agressive sound of the clippers, and the feeling of no turning back. Trimming up a nice-looking `hawk, most of my head now matched my Italian face, having not shaved since yesterday morning. I had to reach over and feel it from along my face to the very top where the long hairs of the mohawk still stood.

Though the mohawk looked okay in width, it was floppy and looked goofy to me. It was just way too long to do anything with. Without much more than a thought, I stuck the 1` attachment to the clippers and plowed it all down shorter. Damn that looked great! I couldn`t believe I had finally gone through with this. Switching the clippers off, I turned on the hot water and let steam fill the bathroom, still not able to resist the urge to massage my stubble. Mixing up lather in an old fashioned cup, I almost couldn`t contain myself. Finally ready to shave it all down to the skin, I rubbed a generous amount of hot shaving lather all over my newly denuded skin. It felt amazing! No man should pass up the opportunity for a hot shave under any circumstances, but every man should once shave his head with a razor. It`s an experience that simply cannot be described. Mach 3 in hand, I made quick work of my already thick beard and worked up into where my dark brown hair once was. Seeing bare skin exposed with every stroke and loving every minute of it, I scraped every bit of sandpapery stubble off my head, then repeated the process to get even closer. Holy s**t! This is amazing. As I wash away the extra lather and wipe my head down, I finally get to feel my newly smooth head in contrast to my defiant `hawk. At last I can`t contain myself and just explode. The combination of smooth skin and shorn hair is just amazing. If you`ve ever considered a mohawk, grow a pair and do it! I guarantee you`ll definitely enjoy yourself, and you`ll look great!

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