The Buzzer Bros by KeaXton

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First day of badminton class in Gym. I was a sophomore on the tennis team. Obviously gay but never accepted by myself. Badminton was my 7th out of 8 of my daily classes so it was a perfect time to let out some steam.

Mr. Dan the gym teacher first had us do some warm ups on the first day. I got paired up with the kids who couldn’t play well. I was not doing well because I was still using my tennis swing. You need to use a different technique in this game. However I was horrible.

Week three, Mr. Dan was pairing us up for partners for the semester. Best players were paired up with the worst players. I got ranked 2nd to last in the class of 30 or so. 2nd best player in the class was Drew. A senior dark brown hair, gorgeous green blue eyes, always hidden in his backwards facing hat. He would have to keep adjusting his hat to let in some cool air into his hair.


"Tyler you’re paired up with Drew here." Mr. Dan Said. I looked at Drew and I could tell he was annoyed but I wasn’t the absolute worst in the class.

You all need to work on team work, team names, even look the same if you’d like. Mr Dan explained.

"Hey Tyler is it?" Drew leaned to me. How’s it going team mate"?

"Would be better if I could play this game," I exclaimed.

"Well I’m your partner sir. I’m here to help and I can train you if you’d like."

"Oh really? That would be great Drew. Thanks."

"Also. I was thinking about making matching tees if you’d like.. we could cut off the sleeves and make our biceps pop for the ladies in the class," Drew said as he winked at a few girls staring at him.

Yeah that sounds good. I said.

Well great he said as he adjusts his hat again. "Damn this hair. I should just get it cut short like I used to. #2 all around. My head was a lot cooler then. You know. We should do that too. Totally match for our badminton team! Call us the buzzers. We can do it after class on Wednesday. You in?

I was in complete shock. Drew was hot and gorgeous. And he is going to buzz off all his hair? And then do me too? I had to commit and do it too.

Sure I said. That would work with me. I can stay nice and cool for the spring.

Tuesday the whole day focusing on thoughts of what will happen on Wednesday. Same thing all day Wednesday. After class. Drew shows me the shirts he made for us. He cut off the sleeves of these bright blue almost royal blue shirts. Ahh sweet! Love how they look i said.

"You still down for the cut" he asked?

"Hell yeah. As long as you’re first" I said.

Where will we go? I asked?

"I mean we could just use the locker room. It’s usually free on this period. Shall we?

Drew and I march to the gym locker room. I gaze to make sure there aren’t boys in here. There were a few but just about to leave. We go to the quieter part of the lockers and Drew opens up his locker with a large black box handy with his clippers and guards.

Strip he says to me. I take off my shirt and he takes it from me. Drew grabs a number 2 guard and attaches it to the clipper. Damn dude you got thick hair. This’ll look really good. Are you excited? I think he could tell I was excited by the bulge in my gym shorts. He then takes off his shirt and puts it with mine.

Don’t worry. After I buzz you you’re going to do me he winks.

Drew plugs in the clipper and goes to town. He starts right down the middle leaving a path of stubble on the top of my head. It felt so good. His hand holding onto my shoulder. I could tell he was enjoying this too. The clipper running up against my head. Finally he finished and rubbed my head.

My turn he exclaims.

He takes a seat. And my heart starts beating. I hold back his bangs and turn on the clippers. I plunge them into his bangs leaving a strip of stubble like he did me. Do the same thing and we both have short buzz cuts. We went to the sinks to evaluate our short cuts. "Damn we look good dude" Drew says to me. My short dirty blonde hair looks soo good with the buzz but not as good as Drew. Drew gave me our team shirt and we put it on. We were partners the rest of the semester and also started to flirt a little without being too gay. I could tell I gave him a fun experience for him to remember.

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