A Couple's Dream Come True - Part 1 by Str8razr

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Arjun noticed it first when they crossed the Tungabhadra.

Not the ruins... not the endless, sunburnt stones of Hampi that looked like the gods had dropped a mountain and forgotten to pick it up.

It was Kabir’s hair.

Too much of it.

Sweaty, thick, curly, sticking to his neck in the heat. Kabir kept pushing it back, impatient, irritated, like it had betrayed him.

"You should just cut it," Arjun said casually, stepping off the coracle on that late afternoon.

Kabir laughed. "And become what? Respectable?"

"You already pretend to be."

Kabir gave him a look, sharp, amused, a little too knowing. "You first."

Arjun instinctively touched his own head. His hair was longer. Softer. Straighter. The kind people commented on. The kind Kabir occasionally tugged when he wanted attention.

"Not happening," Arjun said.

"Coward."

And as they walked it’s as if chance had a funny game ahead for them. They arrived at the barber by the street.

Or maybe not.

Down by the riverbank, under a patch of shade that looked like it had been negotiated with the sun rather than granted, a young man sat with a wooden box, a mirror propped against a rock, and a razor that glinted like it had seen everything.

A local boy was crouched before him, head bowed.

The razor moved.

Quick. Certain.

Hair fell... black, thick, onto the dust.

Kabir stopped walking.

Arjun didn’t say anything. He just watched Kabir watching.

There was something about it, the stillness, the submission, the way the world seemed to narrow down to skin and blade and falling hair.

Kabir and Arjun had been unofficially together for almost a decade now. Unspoken attraction, unspoken fetishes, just pure passion that would find its expression in lustful sexual escapades. This was one of their vacations where they would let wild desires take over. But instead of travelling to a city, for a change, they were in a temple city in India, soaking in the culture.

The boy’s head was almost bare now. The barber wiped it with water. The scalp gleamed in the harsh afternoon light, vulnerable, clean, almost unreal.

Kabir exhaled.

"Imagine," he said, almost to himself.

Arjun didn’t need clarification.

They sat on a rock for a while after.

The river moved slowly, like it wasn’t interested in urgency.

"You ever think about starting over?" Kabir asked.

Arjun smiled faintly. "Constantly. Never actually do it."

Kabir turned to him. "What if we did something stupid?"

"That narrows it down."

"No," Kabir said, softer now. "Something… deliberate."

An awkward silence prevailed for a couple of seconds... and then Kabir said, "Let’s do it."

Arjun blinked. "Do what?"

Kabir gestured toward the barber.

"For real?" Arjun asked.

Kabir’s grin was reckless, but there was something steadier underneath it. "Together."

That word landed.

Not as a joke.

Not as a dare.

Something else.

This had been a dream for these two since they began surreptitiously dating while they were teenagers. When Kabir randomly witnessed Arjun watching a headshave scene from a movie (Aaghaaz) where the villain gets his hair tonsured publicly during their teenage years, he recalled how he'd seen Arjun try to hide his erect boner. Somehow, it had become an unspoken bond, where they never really spoke about their hair fetish, but they'd watch headshave videos together and make out and pleasure each other.

Almost a decade later, it seemed like this could move from a fantasy to jack off to, to a lived reality. Were they brave enough to take the step? To let a sexual kink take over? Submit wholly to a fetish and let themselves go?

They didn’t talk much after that.

Kabir could feel his manhood stiffening. He saw another patron sit in the young barber's chair. But something different happened. There was a glint of mischief in this barber's eye. He smiled at Kabir and Arjun, looked at their hair, then nodded once and winked once. And he then continued to wet the new patron's head of thick hair, readying it for a clean straight razor tonsure. While he massaged this crown of wet thick hair, he would keep glancing at the two men sitting together, with his smile intact.

At first Kabir thought he'd imagined it. But Arjun broke his trance. "Do you think he... you know... feels the same way we do... about headshaves?"

Kabir said, "Should we find out? Maybe we knock off two fantasies at one go? A headshave and a threesome?"

Arjun said, "You're sure about that? Don't know if he's actually gay, but the headshave? Should we do it? Are we actually doing it?

Kabir looked at Arjun, truly turned on, and said, "I want to see you and feel you completely bald. This has been my dream forever."

Arjun responded, "Then let’s do it."

Arjun looked in the barber’s direction as he loaded a new blade onto his straight razor. Something told the couple that he was putting a show for them. This time round, the headshave wasn’t just business. The barber took his time, while making sure the couple had a clear view of the entire shaving process. He didn’t begin shave like he usually would at the crown. He shaved his sides first. Then slowly the back. Gradually as the thick hair fell like a cascade, he made his way to a mohawk and then finally clean smooth pate.

This was too much, too exciting and this action had already gotten the couple horny. But it was also getting late and the sun was about to set. Arjun decided he’d initiate the conversation, but he wanted the current patron to leave first.

While the barber finished his final touches on the patron’s shining bald head, Arjun walked cautiously and smiled at him. He said, "Hi, English or Hindi?"

The barber said, "English is okay. I will finish this and do your hair after that."

Arjun decided to take a different route and said, "Actually, how far do you live? Can you do a home visit and give me and my friend a haircut?"

The barber smiled mischievously, and remarked while the patron left, leaving the two to talk freely, "Friend? You both look like couple. Sweet you look, handsome. And yes, I can do home visit. Tomorrow before my shop opens?"

From afar Kabir was a bit curious as to what was taking so much time. All he could make out was that the banter between his partner and this beautiful barber seemed friendly and maybe even a bit sexually charged.

The barber continued, "My name is Nandi, you can call Naanu. So, tomorrow morning okay?

Arjun let his kink get the best of him and said, "Actually Naanu, I was thinking maybe today, tonight? We are staying 20 minutes from here… we have a villa booked. Would you be okay? 2 haircuts."

Naanu said, "I can, depending on what haircut you want. If it’s some fancy salon hairstyle then tomorrow."

Arjun said, feeling his throat turn dry, "And if both of us have to get a headshave?"

Naanu smiled, that impish mischievous grin said it all. He said, "Which villa you stay in? Lotus Bloom, Savitri Teertha or Drivyam?"

Arjun, impressed with how well he knew the area, said, "Lotus Bloom. Can you make it in 15 minutes?"

Naanu said, "My work is done today at the shop. If you wait for 5 minutes we can walk together."

Arjun looked at Kabir’s direction and smiled, gesturing him to come his way. Kabir stood up, half excited, half nervous, as this was happening too fast. As he scurried towards Arjun, he whispered to him, "So, are we doing this now?"

Arjun whispered back, "I had a better idea. The beautiful barber is coming home with us. And tonight will be a fun night."

Kabir mouth was ajar. Arjun, turning towards Naanu, who was almost done closing his shop, said, "Naanu, this is Kabir, my boyfriend. And he will your first victim when we get to the villa."

Naanu, looked at Kabir, surveying his thick jet black coiled, curly hair. The fact that he adjusted his erect penis while smiling didn’t go unnoticed by the horny couple. And just like that, it was time to walk ahead.

In the 20 minutes that they took to walk, the temple city became quiet, and somehow it felt like the three were in an intimate bubble, meant to come closer to each other. The conversations during the walk revealed interesting things. Naanu had stayed in Hampi all his life but had inherited his family profession of barbering. Incidentally the small shop he was working at wasn’t meant to be his station. It was his father’s. His family, including his father, mother and an married elder sister, were out of town to visit relatives. And in fact, he had built a swankier salon on the posher side of town, which was nearing completion. He was simply standing in for his father as summers end up being good business with tourists coming in to visit the temple and getting a headshave prior to visiting the deities.

Kabir said, "What are the chances? Maybe you were meant to be our barber? It’s a special day for us. Do you have someone special in your life?

Naanu said, in his slightly broken english, "In small towns, you know how it is. That is why I have opened my own salon, so I can live my own life without any judgement. I had girlfriend and boyfriend before, but I was couple with boy for some years. He leave town so now I meet tourists and have fun…"

Arjun asked, "What about other guys? No one else in town?"

Naanu said, "There is… he is my friend from school, but we not close friend. I see him on app, maybe we talk more and explore."

On this hopeful note, they reached the villa. As they entered, Arjun decided to set everything in motion.

He figured the drawing room, which had an adjoining natural pool, completely canopied with vines to provide privacy, would be the perfect spot for the action.

Naanu, pulled a table and a chair and lay all his tools out. He then asked, "Can I take shower? I want to be fresh also."

Kabir knew where this was going, and he led him to the guest shower-room.

While Naanu showered, Kabir and Arjun quickly divested all their clothes and jumped into the pool and made sure their hair was soaking wet. Arjun held Kabir close to himself, and kissed him heavily, passionately, while their hard cocks rubbed against each other. Kabir asked, "Should we cover up?" Arjun said, "Let’s see what his comfort level is, and take a call. They both stepped out, wrapped themselves in a towel, and continued kissing each other, hazy under the spell of what was about to happen.

Suddenly Naanu stepped out of the shower, quicker than expected, clad in a towel. Dripping wet, his cocoa complexion glistened in the evening light. He looked at the couple and smiled, and dropped his towel, revealing a sizeable tool, visibly engorging in front of them. And then he said, "So, who goes first?"

Kabir, nervously offered his hand out, and as Naanu reached, he pulled him in, making a cosy threesome. Two more towels dropped, and Naany gently kissed Kabir while his hands explored Arjun’s back. He then shifted his attention to Arjun, biting him on his neck, kissing him passionately, and then held both of them by their hair and guided them to kiss each other. Slowly, he guided the couple to go on their knees. He was making it clear, he was in charge. He had the razor and he had the control. He guided their mouths to his rock-hard penis and the couple indulged, ecstatic that their dream was about to be a reality. Dripping pre-cum, Naanu decided the show had to begin. He wanted to please these two handsome men and show them the best time ever. He caught hold of Kabir’s neck, gently, guided him on his feet and then walked him to the chair. The floor was covered in newspapers to avoid a mess, and Kabir was ready to make a mess on top of that.

Arjun meanwhile pulled a lower pouffe close to the chair, where he would have access to Kabir’s torso, crotch and thigh. But he would have to be careful, as he saw the sharp blade Naanu loaded on his straight razor.

Kabir’s heart was pounding heavily, his throat almost dry, his cock rock-hard and dripping with pre-cum. He was so not ready and totally ready, all at once.

So slowly, Naanu poured a stream of water on his hair, thick and curly and massaged it in. Curly hair needed enough soaking for a smooth wet shave. He continued the massage for almost 10 minutes. Kabir’s curly ringlets had opened up. They touched his shoulder, dripping wet silently. Arjun held one hand in Kabir’s and the other on his thigh.

It was about to begin…

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