Gareth shares his secret (part 5) by ConvincedBoyfriend

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This is the final part of James and Gareth's story.

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"What the actual f***!" Harry repeated, leaning closer to his camera in Berlin. "Spill - how did this happen?"

James smirked, settling back on the sofa with Gareth and Matthew flanking him, all still naked and lounging in post-shave bliss

"Well it started with Gareth's fetish. He confessed to me one night, pulled out the clippers. He got me to buzz him to a #3, then he did me. The we went shorter to #1... ended up f***ing like animals after. It was such an unexpected turn-on! And then the next day, we had to have more, so we shaved each other smooth."

Gareth chimed in, voice low and filthy. "The vibration on your scalp, the hair raining down - it's a rush. And then the razor. The smoothness."

"Then Matty shows up," James continued, squeezing Matthew's naked, hairless thigh. "We showed him the pictures, and he got hard just thinking about it, didn't you Matty?" Matthew blushed and nodded. "Last night, we tied him up, blindfolded him, buzzed his curls to zero while he sucked us off."

Matthew grinned. "I felt exposed and, I don't know, kind of vulnerable? Honestly the hottest thing I've ever experienced. And then this morning, I took charge - shaved us all smooth, our bodies too. Gareth even did his eyebrows. There was cum everywhere, mixed with the foam and hair on the floor."

Harry's eyes widened, a hand disappearing off-screen - clearly adjusting himself. "F***, that's... detailed. Remember that weekend in Amsterdam, James? You and me in that hotel, you had long hair then, and there was just hair everywhere while we..."

James laughed, heat building. "Aye, you pulling my locks while I rode you. I suppose there won't be much to pull next time!"

Harry bit his lip, voice husky. "God, yeah. Wish I was there to feel those smooth heads. Rub them while we... s**t, hang on, my mate's at the door. Gotta go. Chat later?"

The call ended abruptly, leaving the three of them chuckling and half-hard again.

That evening, Gareth and Matthew headed out for a film, leaving James alone with a beer and the lingering stink of the last 24 hours’ excitement in the flat. The place felt quiet, charged. Then his phone buzzed: FaceTime from Harry.

James answered, shirtless on the sofa. Harry's face filled the screen, flushed, waves tousled like he'd been running hands through them.

"Sorry about earlier. That chat... got me so turned on. I’ve been wanking thinking about you lot bald, me missing out on the fun."

James's cock stirred. "Come visit soon, then. It’s not that far."

Harry shook his head, eyes dark. "Don't know if I can wait. What if... what if I do it now?"

"You serious?"

"I think so. I mean, is this weird? Am I crazy?"

"No, definitely not," James said, thinking how best to go about this. "OK, but let me guide you. You have to do exactly as I say."

"What if I change my mind?"

"You mean and miss out on the fun again?" James teased.

"Good point," Harry conceded, still nervous. "OK, I’m in, let's do it."

"F***, yes. This is gonna be so f***ing hot. What equipment have you got?"

"Uh,scissors, my beard trimmers - and a razor."

"Perfect. Get naked first. Show me."

Harry stripped on camera - lean, freckled body emerging, cock already hard and curving up from a nest of auburn pubes. James did the same, joggers off, stroking slow as he watched.

"Good boy," James said. "Start with the scissors. Grab a big chunk from the top, right in the middle. Snip it close to the scalp so there’s no going back."

Harry's hands shook as he positioned his phone propped up against the mirror. He held a thick auburn lock - the waves spilling over his fingers - and very slowly closed the kitchen scissors. The sharp sound echoed, the thick strand no longer attached to his head. He let it drop onto the foor.

"Oh god..."

"More," James commanded, voice rough. "Another chunk next to it. Keep going till it’s all gone. Then you'll be one step closer to being a baldy like me."

Harry obeyed, scissors hacking unevenly - locks tumbling in ragged piles, leaving jagged spikes and patches. His cock leaked steadily, breaths coming in pants. "It feels... wrong. But also so good."

"Turn around," James ordered. "Show me the back."

Harry spun around, the uneven chop job a disaster - long strands dangling, bald spots peeking.

"F***ing perfect. What a good boy you are, Harry. Obeying me like that."

Harry whimpered, turning back. "Trimmers now?"

"Aye. Fire them up. Start at your sideburn - bare blades, you won’t need any guards. Run them right up the side."

The trimmers buzzed to life, vibration humming through the call. Harry pressed them to his cheek, dragging up - auburn fuzz raining down, the side shearing to stubble.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..."

"Other side," James growled, stroking faster. "Then the back - nape to crown. Feel the air on your scalp."

Harry complied, trimmers growling over skin - sides bald, back stripped. Finally, he ploughed through the top's mess, uneven lengths falling away until his scalp was rough sandpaper, pale under the remnants.

"Look at yourself," James said. "A sexy bald boy now. Now lather it up good."

Harry squirted foam, working it into a white crown, drips down his neck. He grabbed the razor, hesitating.

"First swipe...?"

"With the grain, crown to temple," James instructed, both wanking openly now. "Do it."

The razor scraped - a stripe of smooth skin emerging, foam and stubble washing away. Harry groaned, hips bucking.

"Feels so sensitive..."

"Keep going," James urged, voice filthy. "Imagine me there, rubbing your smooth dome while I f*** you senseless. You'd beg for it, wouldn't you? My bald slut."

Harry whimpered, razor gliding faster - sides, back, against the grain for that smooth finish.

"Yes... f***, yes. I'm close..."

"Me too," James panted. "Finish that last spot - now cum for me, good boy."

Harry's final stroke left him flawless, gleaming. They both erupted - Harry spilling over his hand with a cry, James striping his stomach, breaths syncing through the speakers.

Panting, Harry rubbed his new bald scalp, eyes wide. "Holy s**t... I did it."

The door clicked open - Gareth and Matthew back from the film, shedding their coats. James angled the phone. "Lads, look who joined the club."

Their eyes lit up at Harry's smooth dome.

"F***ing hell, Harry!" Gareth laughed. "You look amazing. It suits you."

Matthew grinned. "Can't wait to visit Berlin - feel that scalp up close."

Harry blushed, still naked on screen. "Book the flights. Soon."

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