Gareth shares his secret (part 3) by ConvincedBoyfriend

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This is part 3 of 5 in James and Gareth's story.

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It was early December and there was frost on Glasgow's pavements, the air sharp with the promise of snow.

Three weeks had passed since that first electric night with the clippers - a week of smooth, gleaming scalps that turned heads on the street, followed by lazy growth into a uniform #2 buzz length. James's dark hair shadowed his skull like fine grit, while Gareth's blond nap almost shone in the winter light.

They rubbed each other's heads absently now, a new habit woven into their mornings and nights, the texture still sparking heat low in their bellies.

The flat's doorbell chimed mid-afternoon, and James opened it to Matthew - his old uni mate from London - bundled in a wool coat, light brown curls spilling from under a beanie like chocolate shavings. At twenty-eight, Matthew was wiry and bright-eyed.

"Bloody hell," Matthew blurted, eyes widening as he hugged them. "What happened to your hair? You two look like you've joined the army!"

James laughed, clapping him on the back. "Long story. Come in, get warm."

Over tea in the living room, Gareth pulled up photos on his phone - the smooth-shaved aftermath, their scalps pink and flawless under the bathroom light. Matthew's cheeks flushed pink, his gaze lingering too long on the images.

"That's... intense. You both did that? Willingly?"

James caught Gareth's eye, a spark passing. "Aye. More than willing."

The next few days blurred into easy rhythm: wandering Kelvingrove Park under skeletal trees, pints at Gareth's favourite pub, curry at their local Indian restaurant. Matthew's surprise faded to quiet fascination - he'd catch himself staring at their buzzes, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch. James and Gareth noticed, exchanging knowing grins over breakfast.

On the fourth evening, fire crackling in the grate, wine flowing, Matthew finally cracked. They sprawled on the sofa, Matthew between them in grey sweatpants and a hoodie. "So... about those heads. What was it like? The shaving bit."

Gareth leaned in, voice low. "Like letting go. The vibration, the hair falling - it's a rush. I've always had a thing for it. A fetish, I guess."

James nodded, hand on Gareth's thigh. "Started as his, but now? I'm hooked. The smoothness, the exposure... gets me hard just thinking about it."

Matthew shifted, a bulge tenting his sweatpants unmistakably. He swallowed. "And... what would you do to mine? Hypothetically."

The air in the room thickened. James's eyes darkened. "Hypothetically? We'd strip those curls to nothing. Zero guard. Expose that pale scalp of yours."

Gareth's breath hitched. "You serious, Matty? You want to go for it?"

"I don't know, I never thought I'd be suggesting anything like this. But it's been all I can think about since you showed me those photos."

"For what it's worth, I think it would look so f***ing hot on you," James said, caressing Matthew's knee. Gareth nodded along eagerly.

Matthew thought about it, trying to picture himself without his curls, what it would feel like. "OK," he said coyly, his fingers running through his hair, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Show me."

"Good boy. Bathroom. Let's go," James said, grabbing Matthew’s hand as Gareth went to fetch the clippers. James began undressing his friend, exposing his slender body and discarding his grey sweats and black jockstrap in the hallway.

"Wait..." Matthew said as he entered the bathroom. "Can you tie my hands? And blindfold me? I want to feel it all, without seeing or being able to stop it." Matthew's cock jutted proud, flushed and leaking.

James's grin turned feral as he finished undressing. He took off his briefs and went to grab a silk tie from the hook - makeshift restraints - and bound Matthew's wrists behind his back, tight but not cruel. Gareth, also naked, slipped a soft blindfold over Matthew's eyes, knotting it secure.

"Ready?" James asked, taking the clippers from Gareth.

Matthew nodded, trembling. "Please."

James guided him to his knees on the bare tiles, his bound wrists resting on his round ass. James fired up the clippers - the roar predatory, vibrating the air. He waved them next to Matthew’s left ear so he could feel their unrelenting power.

Slowly, he began shearing at the nape: bare blades biting in, carving a pale stripe up through the light brown curls. Locks tumbled in bouncy coils, sticking to Matthew's shoulders, the backs of his calves, his restrained hands, the tiles.

Matthew groaned, hips jerking, pre-cum dripping to the floor. It felt like the clippers' vibrations were pulsating through his body. He whimpered, legs shaking, helpless in the darkness of the blindfold.

"F***, that's..." Matthew panted, blind and bound, every sensation amplified.

Gareth stepped closer, pinching Matthew's nipple sharply. "Stay still, mate. Let it happen." He guided his dripping cock to Matthew's lips, who took it all in eagerly.

James kept shearing - sides, crown, forehead - until Matthew's scalp was reduced to the finest sandpaper, pale and prickly. When the clippers clicked off, Matthew sagged, releasing Gareth's cock, his breathing ragged.

"Thank you," he said, pressing the top of his newly shorn head against Gareth's thigh.

"Stay put," James commanded, voice rough. "Keep sucking while I shave Gareth."

Gareth thrust his crotch forwards, bending his neck so James could reach. "Open wide, Matty."

Matthew parted his lips again obediently, taking Gareth's cock deep as James started on Gareth's head - straight down the middle from his forehead, reducing the #2 buzz to nothing. Blond flecks rained down onto Matthew's shoulders and head; Gareth groaned, thrusting shallow into the wet heat of Matthew's mouth. The buzz of the clippers took hold of Gareth, making his hips stutter.

They switched: James bent next, Gareth taking the clippers. Matthew's mouth enveloped James's cock, sucking eagerly as Gareth attacked James's dark stubble in merciless lines - hair falling in tiny drifts around them. James swore, fingers rubbing all over Matthew's prickly head, the dual assault of clippers and tongue pushing him nearly to the edge.

When the clippers finally silenced, all three scalps matched: zero-length, rough as grit. James and Gareth stared at each other in the mirror while Matthew knelt, blind and bound, cock weeping onto the floor, balls aching for release. Their hands roamed: James palming Matthew's scalp, Gareth tracing James's, then guiding Matthew to his feet so his bound hands could feel their buzzes. The texture was electric - soft yet abrasive, warm from friction. Cocks brushed, slick and scorching.

"Come," James growled.

They stumbled down the hall, naked, guiding Matthew between them. James pushed him onto the duvet first, licking a stripe up his throat while Gareth mouthed his cock - slow, deep swallows that made Matthew’s back arch, wrists straining against the tie. James slicked his fingers with lube, opening Matthew, slowly at first - one, two, three fingers gliding inside.

"Uh, mm. Want you both," Matthew panted.

James knelt behind, thrusting into Matthew in one slick slide - the stretch drawing groans from them both. Gareth straddled Matthew's chest, feeding him his cock and running his fingernails softly along his bare scalp, which drew a deep, guttural groan of pleasure. Matthew sucked eagerly, the blindfold keeping him in darkness.

The rhythm built: James pounding deep, balls slapping Matthew's ass; Gareth f***ing Matthew's mouth in shallow thrusts. Sweat gathered on their buzzed scalps, trickling between their pounding bodies.

They switched - Gareth’s shoulders underneath Matthew’s legs, James in his mouth. Gareth thrust in long, filthy strokes, one hand braced, the other rubbing James's fresh buzz from behind. James guided Matthew's head, the blindfold damp with sweat.

Matthew came first - spilling load after load over his stomach and James's back with a muffled cry around James's cock. His hold clenched hard around Gareth’s cock, which shot load after load deep inside him. James pulled out, stroking himself to finish across Matthew's face, blindfold and bare scalp.

They untied and unblindfolded him, laying tangled, hearts hammering. Matthew eagerly ran his hands over his head, feeling the short bristles and warm scalp for the first time, James's load cooling on his skin.

"Feels insane," he murmured. "I can't stop touching it."

Gareth's lips brushed Matthew's scalp, voice soft. "Stay longer?"

Matthew smiled against James's neck. "Only if we shave smooth next time."

James sealed it with a kiss to his crown. "Deal."

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