Impulsiveness by FilthyCyborg

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Hey all! I'm back after a king time away from posting here, and i've got what I hope is a fun one, inspired by an artist friend of mine!
Enjoy!

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Tnk, Zzz

Brett was puzzled to hear noises like that coming from his shared apartment’s bathroom. That was definitely the sound his beard trimmer made, but it sure wasn’t HIM using it, and the only other person who it could be was his roommate, Colin, who had a majestic beard he’d said many times he’d never cut. Brett looked over to where the noise was coming from, and saw the bathroom’s door was ajar and the light was on. Sweeping his shaggy ginger hair from his eyes only for it to fall back into place, he walked over to see what was up, calling out, "Col? You know what that noise is?"

Brett pushed the bathroom door further open and was taken by surprise: Colin was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Brett’s beard trimmer in his hand and Brett’s shaving cream and razor on the counter, holding the trimmer to his hairline with a nervous expression on his face. Colin’s left hand was pushing up his scruffy bangs, his usually untidy but simple short-back-and-sides more messy than normal. Colin snapped the trimmer off and lowered his hands from his thick black hair. "Oh. Uh. Hey Brett. I hope you don’t mind if I borrow these. I know you joked about it when we first met," Colin joked, stroking his chest-length beard, "but I guess I shoulda asked, huh? I just REALLY hate this haircut and I want it gone."

Brett replied, "Oh. Yeah, that’s cool. You don’t LOOK like you wanna cut your hair though. You sure?" Brett felt his heart race as he asked Colin the question. Something about this made him anxious, but...in a good way?

"Yeah!" Colin replied, "I've had this haircut forever and I just need the biggest change I can get. Which I figured is getting rid of ALL of it, y’know? Shave it totally smooth. I really wanna do this, but...I guess I gotta build up the courage? Or whatever. It’s cool. I just know I really gotta do this."

At that, Brett got an idea. As a kid, he had wanted to be a barber for YEARS. The idea of spending his days cutting men’s hair, making them look their best...it SPOKE to him. It had CALLED to him. When had that stopped being his dream...?

"I can do it for you, I guess," Brett suggested, doing his best to sound casual about it. He hadn’t thought much about his roommate’s basic haircut before, it was just a simple short back and sides with a deliberately messy top, maybe a couple inches long. But right now, with his former dream launching itself back at him? What Brett wanted most in this moment was to be the barber who shaved Colin’s thick, dark hair off. "I mean, if you’re worried you can’t do it." Brett smirked and snatched the trimmer from Colin, who barely seemed to notice.

"Would you? I sat there for like a half an hour staring in the mirror before I could even turn the thing on. I’m real conflicted. Cuz like, i know that i just really f***in’ badly wanna be bald right now, give my hair a fresh start, try something new. But part of me doesn’t..." Colin never finished the sentence. The machine was Brett’s, after all. He used it to trim and edge his simple goatee. So it was effortless for him to, without Colin noticing, snap them on and take a wild swipe at the giant bearded man’s hair.

"There," Brett smirked, looking up at Colin’s stunned face, "no more courage to build! We GOTTA fix that." Looking at Colin with a chunk of hair missing from the side of his head, Brett felt something new. A pleasant, warm feeling. Was this little step towards his childhood dream so big of a deal?

"Oh s**t!" Colin laughed, bringing his hand up to touch the buzzed spot. "Yeah, I guess you gotta shave me!" Brett’s new feeling intensified as Colin spoke.

"Cool. Cool," Brett replied, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Uh, why don’t you sit on the edge of the tub? I don’t wanna be stretching the whole time, ya giant."

Colin, a full 6’1", complied with Brett’s request, facing into the tub to let Brett reach his hair easier. "Just be careful with the beard, bro! We ain’t cuttin’ that!"

"Nah, I know that bro," Brett chuckled nervously, stroking his own tiny beard. "Your beard’s way too dope to cut anyway. I *wish* I could grow one like that." All 4’10" of Brett filled with warmth as he took the next passes at Colin’s hair with the clippers, these more tidy and planned than the first. "Besides, with a beard like yours, you’ll look cool as F*** with that beard and a bald head!"

"F***, I hope you’re right," Colin laughed back, relaxing his shoulders and enjoying the feeling of the trimmer on his head.

As Colin laughed, Brett noticed a new sensation entering the situation: arousal. He was turned on while giving his roommate a haircut! And not just kind of turned on; he was suddenly rock hard! What the f***! Brett was straight; he’d never been turned on doing ANYTHING with the bros before! But here he was, barely staying in his pants!

"...you okay B?" Colin asked. Brett shook himself out of his stupor, no less erect, and took another pass at Colin’s hair.

"Yeah. Just making sure I got everything," Brett replied, more emitting the words than speaking them. He resumed concentrating on the haircut at hand, buzzing away two strips of the shaggy hair on top of Colin’s head. These locks, longer than the rest cut so far, fell forward into Colin’s lap. He picked some up and looked closely at the divested strands.

"Damn, don’t think I really knew it was THIS long! Weird..." Brett nodded silently in agreement and rapidly buzzed off more of Colin’s hair. F***, this was definitely turning him on. With each pass of the trimmer, Brett felt a surge of pleasure as its sound changed as it cut the first bite of Colin’s hair. Subconsciously, Brett learned forward to get a better look at the front of Colin’s face to more accurately buzz the hair-beard line. He was so deep into the sensation of shearing off his friend’s hair that he didn’t even register his boner pressing into Colin’s back.

"You’ve got good hair bro; I bet it’ll be like this again in no time!" Brett teased as he made the last few swipes of the trimmer, now dumping the hair into Colin’s lap on purpose. He noticed the shaving cream and razor in his peripheral, where they waited patiently on the corner. F***, he was gonna get to use those on Colin’s perfect scalp too? Brett felt another intense wave of sensation surge through his body at the thought. (F***,) he thought, (I’m supposed to be STRAIGHT! And Col is definitely straight! He’s brought so many chicks back to his room...I can’t be feeling like this about cutting his f***ing hair. I gotta...)

Another former desire erupted in Brett’s mind at that moment. Something he had wanted to do as a teenager but, like Colin a few minutes ago, was perhaps not brave enough to do. Brett took a deep breath, made the last pass of the clippers on Colin’s head, then brought them up above his right ear and made a pass around and down. A wavy ginger lock, about seven inches long, fell onto Brett’s tattooed shoulder. Trying not to breathe too heavily, he asked, "Hey, Col? Would you mind returning the favor and cutting my hair when you’re done? Not bald like you, but..." Brett grew embarrassed and flushed bright red, unable to finish the thought.

"Yeah B, what..." but as Colin turned around to look at Brett, Brett put his hand on Colin’s shoulder, willing him to hold still.

"Just...let me finish your shave first. No point stopping halfway." Brett loosened his grip and stepped back from Colin just long enough to put down the trimmer and pick up the shaving cream. Spraying the lather directly onto Colin’s stubbly head, Brett inhaled the familiar scent of his shaving cream (something else Colin had borrowed without asking) and inadvertently leaned in close to Colin again, pulling away a second later to see what he was doing as he spread the shaving cream across the virgin scalp.

"F***, that feels good..." Colin breathed, but Brett was too lost in his own enjoyment to notice the pleasure in Colin’s tone. Someone more aware of their surroundings, or more aware of their own desires, would have noticed the tension in the room. But, fortunately or unfortunately, Brett and Colin were lost in their own worlds of delight.

"Glad you like it!" Brett said as he finished spreading the cream and switched to the razor. Sink full of warm water and one hand on Colin’s forehead, Brett added, "Hold still; I don't wanna cut ya."

The next minutes were full of silent concentration. Brett shaved most of his own face daily, leaving just the short beard on his chin, so he was no stranger to a safety razor. But he had only used one on his own face before. Using it on Colin’s head was a new level of magical pleasure that Brett had never expected. He was weak, but he forced himself to be strong. For his friend. Because he couldn’t possibly let himself cut his gorgeous scalp...his WHAT scalp? Brett was clearly in over his head if he thought...

Colin moaned. Not loudly, not for long, but it was DEFINITELY a moan. Brett paused mid razor-stroke. He chuckled, "You good dude?"

Colin cleared his throat. "Yep. Yeah. Sorry. Keep going; I wanna see how I look bald!" Brett smiled and resumed shaving, no less eager to see the end result. He forced himself to focus. Brett shaved Colin with increased speed and precision, determined both to see Colin with no hair and get his own hair cut. F*** he was so turned on!

In what felt like no time, Brett had scraped all of the shaving cream away from Colin’s scalp. "All done!"

Colin stood up and stepped to the mirror, blushing at himself. Brett stood behind him, razor still in hand, ogling Colin’s new look in the mirror. Colin reached up and rubbed one splayed hand over his scalp, front to back. Brett could see a deep blush spread across his roommate’s face and head, and Colin proceeded to reach his other hand and give his great bald dome a thorough massage. "That feels so good. And damn!" Colin beamed, "I look HOT!"

Brett couldn’t disagree. Bald suited Colin, especially with his huge beard. He just looked so MANLY...What was Brett thinking? Colin wouldn’t...

"Wait B, why is part of your hair missing?" Colin inquired, arching his one double-pierced eyebrow. He had noticed the damage Brett had done to his own shaggy mane.

"Oh, I uh..." Brett blushed bright red. "You went for a big change, and I kinda felt inspired to try something big too. When I was younger, I really..." Brett’s words turned to mumbles. Wordlessly, he grabbed a comb and gave his mop a deliberate parting on the right, forming a line from his forehead to his nape. "Just, do this for me? Buzz everything below the line?" Brett turned the clippers on and handed them to Colin. He looked his tall roommate in the eyes, an expression of pleading on his face. "Please?"

"F***..." Colin breathed before taking the clippers. "How could I say no?" The first pass of the trimmer on Brett’s head was a new kind of pleasure for him; they hadn’t touched his hair in over two decades before today, and Colin using them on Brett’s fiery mane felt just so different from him using them on himself. Little by little, seven-inch locks rained onto Brett’s half-exposed right shoulder and the floor below. Feeling his hair falling off his head was strange and wonderful, but paled in comparison to the sensations Brett had experienced while being Colin’s barber.

A few quick strokes of the clippers later, and the right side of Brett’s head was down to stubble. Brett rubbed the new fuzz in delight and frantically spread shaving cream on it and handed the razor to Brett.

"I’m afraid I’d cut myself. Please, I...I don’t know why I feel so strongly like this, but...I need you. To do this for me." Colin just smirked and made short work of the stubble. Brett hoped that Colin felt as good while having his handsome head shaven as he did now.

After Colin finished carefully shaving the last spot of the side of Brett’s head, he leaned in to inspect his work more closely, and his ample, luscious beard brushed Brett’s shaven side. It was Brett’s turn to moan, and he couldn’t even think clearly enough to feel embarrassed. Colin held still for a moment, his breathing inadvertently moving his beard just enough to continue to tantalize Brett. Neither man being fully self-aware, they stayed in that stance for what anyone not deep in arousal to think of as too long.

"One more," Brett finally panted, and began combing his hair similarly, but with the part on the left. Colin was driven by desperation, and minutes of buzzing and shaving later, Brett stood in front of the mirror, ruffling his new mohawk to get it to stand up on its own. "Holy s**t I actually went through with it. Holy S**T bro I actually love it!" Brett turned to face his roommate. "Col, I..."

Colin didn’t let the words get out of Brett’s mouth. The realization hit him like a truck. In a moment of pure impulse, Colin leaned down and kissed Brett on the mouth. Brett didn’t have time to think, he just kissed Colin back. Needful, desperate kisses. Brett’s hands caressing Colin’s newly bare scalp. Colin’s hands gripped firmly on Brett’s new mohawk. Overtaken by passion, they fought each other’s pants off, and Colin took both cocks in one long-fingered hand. Brett, wanting to add to their unusual pleasure, snatched a great hank of his own shorn, shaggy, soft hair and added it to Colin’s grip, letting it stimulate them as the bearded giant stroked them as one.

The men were too deep into their arousal, and both erupted, Brett immediately after Colin, after only a few brief strokes. They resumed their kissing, hands still wandering to newly-shaven parts. But they soon both lost their breath and pulled just far enough apart to look each other in the eye.

"F***, you look so good with that mohawk," Colin panted.

"And you look hot as hell bald. And your beard feels...real f***in’ good against my head. I hope you let me shave you again. I hope...f***, I hope you never grow it back!" Brett replied, touching his own shaven sides for the first time. In a flash, he understood the pleasure he had seen on Colin’s face in the mirror earlier, when the taller boy had seen himself in the mirror and rubbed his scalp. The touch of his hands on his bare regions of scalp was electric. It was delicious. It was...f***, there was no denying it, the feeling was erotic! Brett could feel himself becoming erect again; if nothing else, he knew his new style was here to stay.

Colin chuckled and nodded, not opposed to Brett’s idea. He looked around, at the mess of hair everywhere, at their bodies, naked from the waist down, at what they had just done. Colin sighed. "Bro. I don’t think I’m straight."

Brett laughed. At Colin, at himself. "Me neither. Now kiss me again."

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