New Year's Shave Part 2 by Bald Guy 96

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Still lying in bed, I had a perfect view of Victor walking into the bathroom. He attached new blades to his Gillette Fusion 5 razor, took the shaving foam out of the drawer, and waited for the water to heat up. Once it was ready, he splashed water over his head to soften the stubble, then applied shaving cream until his scalp was completely covered in foam.

He began methodically scraping away the stubble that had grown since the day before, holding the razor against the grain. You could literally see the contrast between a single day of stubble and the shiny, smooth scalp revealed with each stroke. Just when I thought he was finished, Victor reached for the shaving foam again and applied another layer, repeating the entire process to make sure not a single trace of stubble remained. He finished by rinsing his head with cold water, leaving his scalp as shiny as a cue ball.

The longer I watched, the more aroused I became, until Victor’s words from the night before echoed in my mind: "You should join me."

When Victor finished shaving and rubbed his smooth, bald scalp, I got out of bed, walked up behind him, hugged him, and whispered into his ear, "Me next."
Victor turned around, kissed me, and said, "I knew you’d ask. Let’s get your head just as smooth and shiny as mine and make you my bald boyfriend."

He grabbed a chair from the kitchen, placed it in front of the bathroom mirror, and told me to sit down. Then he took his red cordless Wahl clippers out of the drawer and flicked the switch. With no guard attached, the bare teeth of the clippers buzzed loudly in his hand.

Victor placed the clippers at the center of my forehead, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked, "Are you ready?" I was so excited that all I could do was nod. Taking that as my final permission, he drove the clippers straight into my long hair, leaving behind nothing but pale scalp and short stubble.
"Now there’s no turning back," Victor giggled. "Wanna feel it?"

I ran my fingers over the freshly buzzed strip of stubble and sat there in awe. It was a sensation I had never felt before. I could feel the air directly on my scalp.

As if he could read my mind, Victor said, "Just wait until you’re completely smooth," and continued revealing more and more pale skin. Once the top was gone—making it briefly look like I was suffering from male pattern baldness—he buzzed the sides and back down to nothing. Within minutes, my entire head was clipped as short as possible.

I watched the whole transformation in the mirror, unable to say a single word. With every pass of the clippers, I could better imagine what the future me would look like. The more skin was revealed, the more defined my facial features became. I looked older, more mature—and I really liked what I saw.

When Victor finished, he turned off the clippers and placed them back in the drawer. "I don’t think I’ll need these for a while," he said. "Now let’s get you ready to become a true baldy." He then began the same shaving process he had used on himself earlier.

To make it extra special, Victor soaked a towel in hot, steaming water and wrapped it around my head. "Since this is your first head shave, your skin is super sensitive. The hot towel will open your pores and soften the stubble."
At first, the heat stung slightly, but I quickly understood what he meant. My skin softened, and the sensation was intense—but nothing compared to what came next.

Victor applied shaving foam and let it soak in before carefully shaving off the remaining hair with the grain. Feeling the first stroke was something everyone should experience at least once in their life. The sound of the razor echoed across my scalp, and it felt as though a thin layer was being peeled away.

When he finished the first pass, I looked in the mirror and felt slightly disappointed. Rubbing my head, I could still feel faint stubble. Victor smiled, clearly knowing what I was thinking.
"Trust the process," he said. "Unlike my own head, I started with the grain on yours. Two more rounds against the grain will do the job."

After the initial excitement, I began to relax and fully enjoy the rest of the shave.

Once Victor was finished, he soaked another towel in ice-cold water and wrapped it around my head. "This will close the pores and give you that extra-smooth finish."

And there I was, staring at my reflection: a pale, shiny bald head staring back at me. It was immediately obvious how much I loved what I saw. The look was raw, clean, and honest—nothing left to hide behind.

As I continued to admire myself in the mirror, Victor began kissing my bald head. "I can’t believe you let me do this," he said. "You look f***ing hot. And being able to call you my bald boyfriend is the cherry on top. You should give it a good rub."

On cue, I placed my hands on my smooth, clean scalp and rubbed it for several minutes. Feeling my bald head for the first time reassured me that this was my new style for life. Once a baldy, always a baldy.

Victor and I spent the next few days keeping each other’s heads smooth. When we finally met up with our friends, they couldn’t believe their eyes—two bald heads within just a few days. I received nothing but compliments and head rubs, and it was obvious that a few of the guys were starting to wonder what it might feel like to be bald themselves.

Later that evening, Marc approached us. "Guys, I already loved Victor’s bald head when he showed up on New Year’s Eve," he said. "But now that both of you are shaved… I also want to become a baldy."

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