Gabe's POV by AdamDreamcatcher

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What a fantastic night! I don’t think I’ve ever had a more erotic evening with Alex and Patrick. Patrick has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I loved Patrick, but I was IN love with Alex. We had played with Patrick many times before, so it was no secret.

I met with Patrick a few months ago before he left to visit relatives in Australia. He’s not Australian himself, but he has family that lives there. I hadn’t seen him for a few weeks, so we had some catching up to do. He asked, of course, how Alex and I were doing. I told him we were great and that we missed him. He suggested some play time for when he got back. I was down for that! He mentioned that I was looking a little tired. I felt a little run down as it had been very busy at work.

I hadn’t shaved in a few days and knew I had some bags under my eyes. He tousled my hair and said I needed to get some rest before he returned from Australia because I sure wasn’t going to sleep that night. He also mentioned that my hair was getting rather long and that he hadn’t seen it this long in quite some time. I laughed and said, "You sound like Alex! He mentioned the same thing a few days ago. I just haven’t had the energy to get it cut." Patrick laughed, then said, "You should get it cut a little shorter next time, then you could go a while longer without worrying about getting it cut."

I paused momentarily and told him I had considered making a significant change. I told him I had been thinking about cutting it short for Alex. He asked if Alex’s fetich had started to rub off on me. I told him that I hadn’t, but it was endearing that Alex has. I told him that Alex never made a big deal of his getting it cut short or even changing it, for that matter. Patrick thought about it briefly, then said he thought that was sweet of me.

Patrick asked, "Since Alex likes to watch, why don’t I shave your head for him?" "You have clippers at home. We can make a night of it!" I told him that he might have an idea there. After a few more minutes of talking about it, I said, "Yes! I’ll do it! My hair grows quickly, and I know Alex would get a kick out of it!" I told Patrick that since he would be overseas for a while, I would ask Alex to grow his hair out until then. I wouldn’t tell him why, though. I knew that Alex would assume I wanted to make him happy by cutting his hair so he could watch it fall to the floor. Patrick said, "I’ll tie him to the chair so he can’t move!" Perfect!! We knew the rest of the details would fall into place when the time came. Until then, it was our little secret.

A couple of months later, Patrick called. "Are you still willing?" he asked. "I am," I answered, "but I’m super nervous. Excited, but nervous." I had never done anything like this before. Patrick assured me that everything was going to be okay and that Alex was going to love it! Patrick said, "When I get there, just follow my lead!" I trusted Patrick and was aching to be with them both.

As expected, Patrick took charge when he got there. He bound Alex to a chair and asked me to get the clippers. Watching the pure ecstasy as Patrick cut Alex’s hair was fun. We took turns with the clippers, and I wondered what it was like to have an actual hair fetish. When Alex asked me to cut his hair, I did. It wasn’t a lot, but it certainly looked like it was much shorter.

The big moment finally came. Patrick gently pushed my shoulder down, and I squatted before Alex. I couldn’t speak because of the butterflies in my belly. Patrick went into the bathroom to retrieve the shaving lotion and razor he smuggled in. When he came back, SWOOSH! I barely had time to feel the clippers before I knew what had happened. My shave had begun! Patrick clipper-shaved me slowly and deliberately not to miss any hairs and to prolong Alex’s excitement. I watched Alex’s expression. It was exactly what I was hoping for! Alex was also larger and more erect than I’ve ever seen.

I hardly noticed the pile of hair surrounding me. When Patrick applied the shaving lotion, it was smooth and warm, giving my scalp a tingly sensation. The razor running across my scalp was a foreign sensation, but I liked it. There was that slight tug, then nothing. It felt like hours. When it was done, Patrick took a wet towel and cleaned my scalp. He checked for any areas he had missed, but there were none. It was the weirdest yet most erotic sensation to have warm hands on my bare scalp.

Patrick grabbed me, pulled me in tight, and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. He laid me down and made love to me. The sensation of him on top of me and my scalp on the cool pillowcase was heaven. We didn’t say a word. We just were. Patrick’s eyes showed me that he liked my new look, too. I let him have his way that night for as long as he wanted. Looking over at Alex, he was happy, too, and I was more in love with him than ever!

Would he like it if I kept it shaved, at least for a while? I wonder.

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