Gabe's Surprise by AlexDreamcatcher

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’ve always been an enthusiast for haircuts. Although I prefer short hair on men, the right haircut on the right guy makes me hard as a rock every time. I often fantasize about a guy’s haircut and what would look good on him. I usually sport a short buzzcut (#1.5 guard, all over.) I like how it feels when I rub my head, or another guy rubs it.

My partner, Gabe, although supportive of my fetish, couldn’t care less about other guys’ haircuts. Gabe has longish (an inch or two below the collar-length) hair. His hair is a stunning dark brown with dark caramel highlights that glisten in the sunlight. Gabe knows of my fetish, so he will let me brush it and play with it. Gabe’s also let me trim it a little before, but that’s about it. Gabe likes his hair, and it suits him very well. A few months ago, Gabe talked me into growing my hair so he could cut it for me. Gabe usually cuts it for me, but asking me to grow it longer was unusual but not unprecedented.

Gabe and I like to have fun with other guys. I’m more into watching, so Gabe usually has more intimate contact with them than I do. Watching him enjoy himself with another guy gets my blood pumping. Watching his chocolate brown hair bounce back and forth while he grabs the other guy by the back of his head and runs his fingers across the guy’s short hair to pull him closer makes me want to explode.

One night, when Gabe came home from work, he told me he wanted us to have fun with his friend Patrick. Patrick is tall, fit, and domineering. He has a beautiful crewcut that is sometimes a little longer and sometimes shorter. Either way, WOW! He’s also into a little light bondage, which is a huge turn-on! We’ve had fun with Patrick before, so I, of course, happily agreed.

That night, Patrick came over and asked if we wanted to do something different. Since I like to watch, Patrick wanted to tie me to a chair so I couldn’t touch myself. I agreed, so he bound me to the chair tightly, but not uncomfortably so. Patrick told Gabe that he thought my hair was getting too long and that he would take care of that in short order. Patrick told Gabe to get the hair clippers. Gabe dutifully complied, and they both took turns buzzing off my hair. Yes, Patrick also knows of my fetish. One night, after drinking too much, I told Patrick I liked his hair and wouldn’t mind going with him to watch him cut it and get mine cut.

After my hair was cut, Gabe and Patrick started kissing and caressing each other. I was enjoying this evening so far. After a few minutes of fondling, Patrick exclaimed that his hair was getting a little long, too, and asked Gabe if he would cut it. Oh boy! I was in ecstasy. Watching Gabe cut Patrick’s hair to a shorter crewcut after getting mine cut was fantastic. Afterward, Gabe and Patrick kissed and caressed each other more aggressively. I knew what was coming. Or so I thought.

Suddenly, Gabe and Patrick stopped. Gabe sat down before me, and Patrick walked into the bathroom. I was confused. Gabe stared at me lovingly, saying nothing but had a mischievous grin on his lips, and I thought, "Uh-oh. What’s going on here?" Patrick returned and, in a blink, picked up the hair clippers and started shaving Gabe’s head with the 000 guard! He started right down the middle!

Patrick picked up Gabe’s now-fallen hair and sprinkled it on me. The rest of the passes through Gabe’s hair were slow and deliberate. Watching all that beautiful hair falling onto Gabe’s shoulders and sliding onto the floor felt like slow motion. I was in disbelief, yet excited, that Gabe was letting his head be shaved. After the deed, Patrick produced a bottle of shaving lotion and a razor (from who knows where), lathered Gabe’s head, and shaved what little hair Gabe had left on his scalp. Before long, Gabe had a smooth, glistening scalp, and I was shocked.

Gabe and Patrick both moved to the bed and made passionate love to each other in front of me. I was still tied up, and I still couldn’t touch myself. I watched as Gabe’s head moved effortlessly across the pillow. Where his long, brown, silky hair used to bounce back and forth when he lifted his head was now a soft sound of his scalp rubbing on the pillowcase. Gabe stared into Patrick’s eyes as they moved together in rhythm; then Gabe looked across and into mine, knowing I was having the time of my life. I realized that Gabe had this surprise planned all along.

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