My Buzz Cut by ejohnson

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My Buzz Cut
I always loved the way super short hairstyles looked on other guys, but worried I wouldn’t look as good. For a long time I fantasized about buzzing my hair short but never built the courage to make the change. I had long hair for years. Either swept to the side or parted down the middle, my wavy medium brown hair was a staple in my appearance. Flowing into my eyes, curling around my ears, sticking to my neck on hot days, while my hair was beautiful it could become bothersome at times. I was three weeks from finishing my sophomore year of college when I got the idea. With a summer break stretching nearly four months, it was the perfect time for a change…
As soon as the thought entered my head I knew there was no going back. I was going to get a buzz cut this summer. The idea enthralled me. For the last three weeks of school I went about my day to day activities like a live wire. Whenever I thought of what I had planned I would get a rush of adrenaline, my cheeks would blush, and my penis would beat stronger than my heart. I lived in a perpetual countdown, always thinking how many weeks, days, even hours were left before I could do the deed.
The special thing about time is that it keeps moving whether you want it to or not, and before I knew it, I was just a week away from finishing my school year. It was at this point that I decided I wanted to buzz myself rather than going to a barbershop. The thought of acquiring a set of clippers almost scared me, I worried I would lose all self control, but this is something I wanted to be able to savor. Looking over the clipper options in Walmart I landed on Wahl color pro plus clippers. There was something iconic about the multicolored guards it came with, although I knew these were not top of the line clippers, they would get the job done. The tension at the checkout line was palpable, it was as if I had a secret. It exhilarated me.
When I got home I laid every piece of the set out neatly on my bed. I examined the clippers and each guard, thinking about how in just seven days they would be running over the top of my head. It was too much, at that moment I lost control. I ran to the bathroom with only the clippers in my hand. My whole body shaking, I plugged the clippers into the nearest outlet, switched them on, and held them to my forehead a centimeter below my hairline. I met my own eyes in the mirror a split second before the bare clippers were to plunge into my hair and woke up. Its not time, not yet. I resorted to shaving my armpits that night.
The next six days were agony. Every thought I had revolved around buzzing my head, I even dreamed about it, but I was glad I waited. If I had lost control that night I am not sure how I would have attended my last week of classes. The idea of walking into classes full of people that knew me to be the guy with the flowing wavy brown hair completely bald was a step too far for my social anxiety.
Finally, the day arrived. I stepped out of my final class for the year, said some quick goodbyes, and hopped in my car for a 20 minute drive home. My heart and dick pounded for the entire ride, the anticipation building with every mile I covered. As I pulled into the driveway, I looked at myself in the rearview mirror, taking in my beautiful head of hair for one last time and said, "its time".
Starting to shake again I walked inside with laser focus, grabbed the set of clippers and attachments, and headed to the bathroom. For how much I had fantasized about this moment, I really had not put much thought into what I was going to do, or where to start. With surprising control I decided I wanted to start on the sides with a number 3 to see how the length looked. I emphatically stripped down to my underwear, the outline of my pounding dick clearly visible, the tip poking out the top of my waistband.
I attached the medium blue number 3 guard onto the clippers, plugged them in, and switched them on. With bated breath I held the clippers below my right sideburn and firmly drove them straight up, using all of my strength to stop at the crown of my head for now. Three inches of my wavy hair brushed past my chest, then unceremoniously fell to the floor. I put the clippers on the counter, still buzzing, and examined what I had just done. Rubbing my fingers against the close cropped hair I nearly burst, and although it was shorter than any haircut I had before, I decided this length was okay for my entire head.
I continued on the right side of my head with more confidence now, going around my ear and beginning on the back of my head. The clippers didn’t feel like what I expected as they ran over my head. I had expected slight pulling or some feeling of hair being cut, but all I felt was the entrancing vibration of the clippers and an easy release of hair. It felt magic, almost fake. As I reached the back of my head significantly more hair began to fall. Five to six inches of wavy locks cascaded onto the floor, most strands falling behind me, but a few locks falling forward, brushing past the sensitive tip of my exposed penis. At this point I started to shake uncontrollably, but stopping was not an option.
As I completed clipping the back of my head I ran my hand up and down against the freshly buzzed hair. I had fantasized about this feeling, and while my mouth fell open in ecstasy, letting out a moan in the process, my hair didn’t have the "sandpaper" texture I wished for. I thought about going shorter immediately but decided to finish my entire head first.
Without a second thought I plunged the clippers into the left side of my head, carefully carving around the ear. All that remained now was the flowing top of my hair. Eight inches of pristine locks hung over the already buzzed sides and back of my hair. In that moment I appeared to have a 90s style bowl cut, with my hair parted down the middle. I really liked how the style looked on me, and the thought crossed my mind to keep it that way. This was just a passing thought however, I had fantasized about this moment for too long to stop here.
Running the clippers over the top of my head suddenly felt daunting. I had never done this before. Even though I knew what the outcome would be, I was frozen with fear to begin. Almost reflexively, I gathered my remaining hair into my left hand, holding it tightly straight above my head. With the other hand I gingerly grabbed the pair of scissors that came with the clippers and drove them into the mass of hair an inch from my scalp. With five back to back snips I severed seven inches of my hair within seconds. When I released my left hand the freshly cut hair fell to the ground with an audible thud. In that moment I came uncontrollably.
After a quick cleanup, I confidently picked up the clippers still with the number 3 guard attached and plowed down the middle of my head. Even though I had just come a minute prior, my dick was already hard again. Even in my previous sexual encounters, I had never felt aroused like this before. I drove the clippers over the top of my head again and again, watching in the mirror as the freshly buzzed hair appeared. After another 30 seconds, I had a buzz cut. I was in bliss. I ran my hands front to back over the top of my head, unable to believe what I had just done. However, I couldn’t ignore the continued dissatisfaction that my hair still lacked the sandpaper feeling I knew would send me over the edge.
Before another thought could cross my mind, I held the purple number two guard in my hand. Flipping it over, this would leave just six millimeters of hair on my head. I compared this with the number three guard, which left me with 10 millimeters. I would be left with a little more than half the hair I saw in the mirror now. I was okay with that.
I unclipped the number three guard from the clippers and attached the number two guard. I switched the clippers on, and without hesitation drove them over the top of my head. I passed over the top of my head a second time, then felt the newly shaved hair. I immediately knew I had made the right decision. What had felt slightly prickly but soft before now felt very prickly, and it made a sweeping sound as I ran my hand over the shaved area.
Within minutes my entire head had been taken down to a number two. I couldn’t stop rubbing my hands over the freshly shaven hair. I still had the desire to go shorter, but knew my scalp would be very visible if I did. Instead, I got into the shower to clean up. As I shampooed my freshly buzzed hair I came for the second time, feeling the most intense pleasure of my life.

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