About last night by ConvincedBoyfriend

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I'd like to tell you about the amazing experience I had last night. But before we get there, I suppose I'd better give you some background about my interest in haircuts and my experience so far.

I've had a thing for short haircuts since a very young age. I'm not really sure where it's come from, but I remember being obsessed with my friend Jake's number 1 buzzcut in school, and wishing I had the courage to mow off my bowlcut.

At university, I took advantage of a field trip to the tropics as an excuse to finally try a number 4 buzz, and boy what a thrill that was. I did it the night before the trip, kneeling naked on sheets of newspaper to catch the hair, shaking with adrenaline as I moved my new clippers through my hair - first up the sides, and then, holding my breath, pushing them up from my forehead to my crown. Looking back now, a number 4 doesn't sound like a big deal, but at the time, it felt huge. I had to stop part way through to come - my balls just couldn't take the excitment - and I came another two times that night watching the video I'd made of the haircut.

For a while, that satisfied the urge, until 2020, when lockdown offered a convenient excuse for another outing for the clippers. Hardly original, I know, but seeing so many hot guys online giving themselves buzzcuts, it was impossible not to join in. Again, I went with a 4, but this time, it didn't feel so satisfying. Yes, it had that buzzcut look, but it was fluffy and just too long. Within minutes of my second ever buzzcut, I was clipping it shorter, to a number 2. What a difference those few extra millimetres made! The bristles felt so prickly and I could see some of my scalp! The whole thing was incredibly erotic.

Later the same week, I couldn't resist finally giving in, and giving myself the same number 1 buzz I'd fantasised about at school. If you've tried a number 1 buzzcut yourself, you'll know what I mean when I say the feeling was unlike any other. In the right light, I looked nearly bald. I still jerk off to the videos of the three progressively shorter haircuts I gave myself that week.

Which brings me to last night. I'd grown my hair out, with a few trims along the way, and it was now the longest it's ever been, just touching my shoulders. A few weeks ago, I started to get that urge once again, and the urge steadily grew into an obsessive need, until I could no longer ignore it. And there would be no half measures this time.

I decided that I'd do it on the first weekend in May. My flatmate would be away on a trip with his boyfriend, so I could move his big mirror into the living room with the good lighting, and set up my tripod so I could relive the experience in the future.

So there I was once again, naked in front of my mirror, my cock throbbing as the clippers vibrated in my hand, this time without their plastic guard. I took one last look at my thick locks, nervous about the transformation but excited too. I placed the bare blades of the clippers on my forehead, savouring the feeling for a few seconds while I stroked my cock with my other hand. And slowly, I pushed them back, revealing a white scalp and the tiniest bristles as the first long locks fell onto my shoulders and the cold hardwood floor.

Then it all happened so quickly. There was a click and light from the stairwell flooded the hallway next to the living room. I froze, clippers still buzzing and my other hand still on my throbbing cock. My flatmate, Lewis, was also frozen. We both stood there, staring at each other, for what felt like several minutes. Then suddenly, the spell broke, and he rushed off into his room without saying a word.

F***, f***, f***, I thought. How was I going to explain this? I would have to move out! Maybe even right now, grab my things and go, never to look back. I put on my dressing gown and sat on the sofa, shaking. There must be a way to fix this.

I grabbed my phone from the tripod and wrote a message.

"Lewis!" I wrote. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't expecting you back."

A few minutes passed, and I wrote a second message.

"I can explain."

Though I had no idea what possible explanation I could come up with.

Three dots appeared on screen showing that Lewis was typing. Then they disappeared, and reappeared again several times. Then nothing. S**t, what was I going to do?

I heard Lewis's door opening. Oh god, here we go, I thought. I heard his footsteps slowly approaching the living room. Finally, he appeared around the corner, the same look of dread on his face as the one I must have had on mine.

"Look, I'm so sorry," I blurted out. "I had no idea you'd be back and I was just, I mean, I know this looks weird but..." I didn't really know where to go from there.

"So this is... what?" Lewis said, choosing his words carefully. "A kink? A fetish?"

"I guess," I said, unable to meet his gaze. "Ugh, please don't tell anyone!" I pleaded, a fresh wave of panic washing over me.

"Ha! I'm not going to tell anyone," he said with a slight smile. "And I'm sorry I surprised you. The trip was a complete nightmare so I came home early."

"Oh no, what happened?"

"Eh, we broke up," he said, staring at his feet.

"Oh s**t, Lewis, I'm really sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Thanks. Maybe later."

There was silence for a few minutes. Then Lewis smiled.

"You look insane, by the way," he said.

And he was right, of course. In the rush of his sudden return, I'd forgotten completely about the bald strip I now had along the top of my scalp.

I stood up and went to the mirror, and we both broke into laughter.

"We need to fix it," he said, appearing behind me.

"We?"

"Yeah. Need a hand?" He gave a suggestive look, and my shame gave way to intrigue.

"What are you..."

"Get on your knees. And take this off," he said, tugging on my dressing gown.

"You know I'm naked under it right?"

Lewis didn't say anything, and just raised his eyebrows as he helped me out of the dressing gown and guided me to my knees.

"Now then," he said, turning the clippers back on. "Let's finish what you started."

He placed the blade of the clippers on my forehead, just to the left of the bare strip, and started shaving. He moved slowly and tentatively at first, but then his movements became more confident, like he was discovering a new sense of control. My cock was once again betraying my feelings, standing at full attention. Lewis's leg brushed against it as he moved in front of me, and I could see his erection through his sweatpants. Was this really happening?

He started shearing the back of my head, and a ravaging urge took hold of me. I pulled down his sweatpants and briefs in one movement, letting his gorgeous six inches stand free. I took it into my mouth as he continued on the sides, and he moaned loudly. I grabbed hold of his firm ass cheeks as I sucked, tasting his salty precum and taking him further into my throat.

The clippers clicked off, my transformation complete, and he held onto my bare scalp, moving my head rhythmically as he f***ed my throat. I couldn't believe I was sucking my hot flatmate's head, and that he'd just shaved my head.

Suddenly, the clippers clicked back on, and I felt something fall on to my bald head. I pulled my mouth off Lewis's dick to see a huge grin on his face and a big strip of hair missing from the front of his hair.

"Oh crap, what did you do!" I asked, genuinely surprised at what was happening.

"Couldn't just let you have all the fun, could I?" he said, a devious smile on his face as he knelt down to my level. We kissed, and it was the hottest, most passionate kiss I'd ever had. He rubbed my scalp all over as we made out, and I reached up to feel the bare strip near his forehead, both of us moaning loudly.

"Can you finish it?" he asked, handing me the clippers.

"Absolutely!" I said, standing up and taking off his t-shirt. I ran my fingers through his light brown curls, unable to believe my luck. I'd never cut anyone else's hair before, though I'd imagined it many times. And now here I was, shaving my incredibly hot flatmate's head!

I started shearing in all directions. I was insatiable, and so was Lewis - his lips were around my cock before I'd finished the first swipe with the machine. He kept sucking, taking me deeper and deeper, as I reduced his hair to nothing.

"All done," I said, flicking the clippers off.

"Mm," was his only reply, as he looked up at me. He grabbed my hand and rubbed his head with it, stroking his own cock with his other hand. The feeling of the rough bristles on Lewis's bald scalp pushed me to the edge.

"F***, I'm close," I said, panting. He didn't stop. Load after load erupted down his throat and I had to grab on to Lewis's scalp to steady myself. He gave a deep moan, and I felt his load spurting onto my leg. Finally, he let go of my cock, and we both collapsed onto the wooden floor, dark and light brown hair all around us.

He's in my bed now, and I still can't believe what happened. I can't believe how hot he looks without hair. I reckon I may even be able to convince him to take it a step further.

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