Hunky College Roommate & His Clippers 2 by Cody Brennan

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Again, this is my first collection of stories. All feedback is greatly appreciated :)

These next few months living with Nick had really transformed me into the man I had always dreamed of being. We hit the gym together at least five times a week and I had even begun taking steroids under Nick's supervision. I had grown massively within the short time I had been taking them, and the effects were anything less than subtle. I couldn't wear any of my old clothes or my veiny biceps and rock hard pecks busted out of the seams, so I now lived in cutoffs and gym shorts, which always had a faint whiff of sweat and testosterone. My armpits had doubled in fur and were perpetually wet, but with them always airing out I didn't mind. One time Nick and I went to grab coffee, and when I raised my arm to scratch my prickly buzz he made a comment on my pits.
"Man you need to towel those things off. I can see the sweat puddles leaking down your arms," he teased. I was slightly embarrassed at this comment in public, but I had been learning to accept my manliness and make no apologies.
"That's the sight of hard work bro. Like a badge of honor," I replied, trying to toughen up my enunciation as I spoke. I did believe my sweaty pits were a badge of honor, and I soon felt the same away about my smooth, razor shaved bald head.
The gains and unruly body hair were some immediate effects I noticed, but one day I noticed something in the locker room mirror that reinforced my passion for improvement: I noticed my hairline had been noticeably further back than I remembered, and upon rubbing the back of my head I felt a smooth patch of skin right on my crown. I often rubbed my shaved head whenever I was alone, and this discovery made my stomach begin to stir and my underwear began to feel unbearably tight. I would soon be one of those slick bald beasts I constantly envied in the gym.
It was this Friday lifting session that really got me going. Nick had just come over to spot me on the bench press when he also noticed my growing bald spot.
"What's this dude?" he quipped and actually laid his large calloused hand on the spot and gave it a nice rub.
"Man I just noticed it. Guess the juice is really doing its thing. But hey, it's just hair," I said mid press. Talking about hair with Nick never got old, and I had learned to better conceal my hard-ones around him, which was a true skill when your junk was spread out over a bench.
"Haha. Like I said, baldness really makes your muscles pop. And as sweaty as we constantly are, hair would just stink us up even more. Lifting is our sport and we take it very seriously. Have some pride in that, man. You've come really far bud," Nick said, grabbing my shoulder. I was turned on beyond belief, but I also found comfort in our brotherhood.
"Thanks man." I got up from the bench and we headed into the locker room to towel off and swipe on some extra-strength deodorant, although it never seemed to fully do its job. We often stripped to our underwear to change into a fresh set of cutoffs and gym shorts, but this time Nick had stripped bare.
"We really went hard today. I'm soaked," he said as he pulled out a fresh pair of grey boxers. I had never seen him in all his glory before, and I was not at all surprised by what I saw. Nick obviously didn't believe in manscaping, and he had to adjust his sticky balls he had worked out so hard. He turned around, and his muscular ass was perfectly juxtaposed against the forest that grew out of his crack, diffusing all the way to his lower back.
"Improving everyday. Man I can't wait to crack a cold one and get some food later," I replied, half mesmerized and half clinging to reality.
"Yeah, let's hit the road. I don't even know if I'm gonna shower, might when we get back," Nick asserted, and we grabbed our things and began to leave.
"We're gonna have some fun tonight big boy," Nick chortled, and he gave my ass a nice slap. I almost dropped my gym bag. He had never done that before. Was this a masculine display of affection, or something more? I focused in on his shaved head as we left the building. His bald spot had also grown, and it stuck out like a sore thumb surrounded by his dark stubble.
"Hell yeah," I added, and we made our way home and got ready.

AFTER THE BAR: "Let me grab my razor."
Nick and I had gone to our local dive bar and had probably more beers than we needed. The bar was playing football on the large TVs, and Nick was getting pretty into it, as men are with football. He would shout and pound the table when his team would get a touchdown, and I even joined in. I had no prior interest in football before meeting Nick, besides the players, but now I had become infatuated with the game. Rooting for my team unleashed a new level of masculinity, and our overload of testosterone made us the most dominant guys in the bar. Nick's neck was popping with veins, as I'm sure mine was too.
We had closed our tab around midnight and caught an Uber home. Nick and I had actually worn jerseys today, but by the time we left the pit stains had practically made the whole thing soaked. We got back to the apartment, cracked open another bruski, and flopped onto the couch.
"Boy do I stink. I should've showered before we left," Nick said as he pounded the beer. As big as we were, a few beers were nothing. He had peeled his jersey off and began rubbing his head and relaxing, sweaty pits airing out. God, they were ripe with musk. I followed suit and my odor now mixed with his. This was really a dude apartment.
"Same dude. Can't believe we think its okay to go around like this," I said. I was tipsy and began to feel a wave of passion bubbling up. I normally just went and jerked off when this happened.
"You reek more than I do," Nick said as he inched closer to me. We were manspread on the couch, and our big bodies practically took up every square foot. My heart rate began to climb, and I felt that familiar pressure downstairs.
"Probably. Its all the extra testosterone I have that you don't," I teased. I loved to tease.
"I think you're right. I need to up my dose," and as he said this I felt his palm slowly lay on my hairy thigh. Woah. This was new territory, but I loved every minute of it.
"Then up it. You're hair probably won't stick around too much longer, though." I had now laid my hand on his thigh, and I noticed our junk had become more pronounced peaking out of our mesh shorts. I had to be dreaming.
"I've been meaning to just razor it. I haven't been able to muster up the courage."
"Sissy," I quipped.
"You're one to talk baldy. That dome reflects more light than the Chrysler building." My cheeks began to flush and I felt an overwhelming sense of heat coupled with blood flow in my manhood. I was on the verge of having no inhibitions.
"Bet. Want to razor me?" I couldn't believe how frank I was. In the moment, every ounce of masculinity had flushed to the surface and I felt no shame in talking like a man. Male pattern baldness? Fine, then make me a bald male. Simple as that, it's just hair.
This request made Nick visibly excited, and the whole couch moved as he readjusted his pants. His inhibitions were also practically gone.
"Let's go, then. Let me grab my razor."
My heart began to race like never before. I hadn't ever had my haircut drunk, and I also had never been razored smooth. As we got up, we made no effort hiding the bricks in our pants. Nick stuck out pretty far, and I could tell he appreciated what I was packing.
"Man today's one crazy day," I muttered as we walked towards the bathroom. Upon entering, Nick didn't hesitate to strip all his clothes off bare. I had to admit his junk smelled like he had an active day, but mine probably did too and I had no objections. I followed suit, and now we were both just two naked jocks about to be shaved completely bald. I imagined our shiny heads and my manhood lurched. Nick took no pause and reached out his hand to fondle my prick. All my suspicions went out the window and the picture became crystal clear. The feeling of his fingers massaging my raging erection was unlike any other, and it wasn't long before things became slippery. No lube was needed, just all natural manhood. I had a heightened sensitivity and in my daze of pleasure, I began stroking Nick as well. He was warm and I could feel the blood pulsating, and we were occupied for a few minutes. Neither of us finished, though. We had to be patient.
"No more wasting time. You're going first since you wanted to act all cocky." Nick stepped towards the cabinet and pulled out his clipper case, whose unboxing sound was all too familiar. Click! He pulled the unguarded clippers out, plugged them in, and came closer. He didn't say a word for a minute, just let the vibrating clippers spend some time on me. I could barely take it. I had begun sweating.
"I'll clip you then get you all lathered up. This is gonna be fun bro," Nick said as he proceeded to mow me down like he did twice a week. It had been about a week since my last buzz down as we had been busy with school, but it was satisfying watching the excess be clipped away. That week of growth was now falling on my broad, fuzzy shoulders.
"Keep the hair there. That's an order bud," Nick insisted. I had no qualms, and the hair piled up around me. It was itchy and smelled of sweat, but I enjoyed every second.
My head had been completely buzzed down, and now Nick placed a can of shaving cream and a fresh Gillette razor on the counter. Here we go, I thought. Full send.
"Ready? Man you're gonna look like an absolute unit." Nick was feeling me around as he said this, and then he put some shaving cream in his hand and began lathering. The cold foam felt stimulating on my bare scalp, and the touch only made me more volatile. Before I knew it the cold, sharp razor had been placed directly above my forehead, and the first drag left behind a shining strip of bare skin. Nick rubbed the spot, and his fingers made several strokes before he resumed shaving me. The razor scratched off every bit of stubble it came in contact with, and I was amazed at the bare scalp that was invading my head. This is exactly how I imagined.
"Almost done boss. How about baldy from now on? Sound good baldy?" Nick teased as he finished up. He played with my swole peck as he said this, spending quality time with the nipple. Every inch of me was flushed and heated.
"Sounds good," was all I could muster. He eviscerated the last patch of stubble, and my head was now free of any hair. I had a completely smooth bald head, which was already shining off the overhead bathroom lighting. Nick gave my head a thoughtful rub down, and I almost lost it. His big hands practically took up my entire scalp. The feeling of a big man looming over me, aggressively rubbing this now stripped head of mine was something I never thought possible. He swept all the hair off my shoulders, and practically almost rocked me off the toilet seat with how tough he was being. The time had come for me to finally feel what had been done to me. I reached both hands to my head and was shocked at what I felt. My completely bare scalp was the most sensitive feeling, and I almost felt emasculated and naked. I knew I would never have hair on my head again.
"Now my turn. Stick around bud." Nick had now centered himself in front of the mirror and put some shaving cream in his hands. He raised both arms and started lathering his head, and his sweaty pits filled the room with the most pungent odor, the smell of man. As he scraped his head smooth, I watched as he only grew and became more fired up.
Nick's head was now shaved completely smooth, with his pale scalp already starting to show some sweaty shine. He looked damn good.
"There we go. No going back now." Nick's looming presence had only been amplified by his freshly balded head, and I stood up and gave it a quick rub. It was smooth like mine, and I could barely make out where his scalp had been shaved and where the balding had ravaged. The bathroom was now covered in hair and foam, and we both still needed to shower off our musk.
"Smell that?" Nick said.
"Smells pretty bad. Smells like some guys who need to shower, bad."
"Well, let's hop in," Nick grinned as he opened up the shower curtain and motioned for me to get in.
Of course, I obliged.

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