I live in northern Ohio, and the following story is my first submission to the Nifty Archive. Those who enjoy it are invited to provide feedback by writing to willbaldwin@mindspring.com. Obviously, it is written for adults only.
Razed Revelation
I suppose I'm a bundle of contradictions. To begin with, I'm an active-duty gay single parent -- or I guess I had been, since my son is away in college. I miss him of course, but my consolation prize is Ric, his special buddy who never quite made a get-away to a distant campus, who instead does part-time studies at the local commuter-oriented college). Ric, by the way, is quite a handful of budding manhood. Newly twenty-one, he's the kind of guy who works-out lots -- not because he's much of a sportsman -- but apparently because he takes some pride in the way he fills out his clothing. Though there's never a woman in tow, this is a kid who always dresses sexy: tight jeans revealing the outline of his cock and a world-class ass, and knit shirts that always show off his well-developed pecs. Add blue-black shoulder-length hair, and the ubiquitous goatee, and you've got the picture.
Like many of my son's male friends, Ric has always felt comfortable at our place and with me. Long ago, he dubbed me "Dad", and given his own father's disappearance many years before, I was happy to graft him into our little family now and then. For his part, he was one to linger behind when the rest of the guys would head off down the road toward an evening's rendezvous with various forms of date-bait. It's as though he preferred the company of older men: maybe even me in particular.
The dynamics of our relationship shifted, just recently, when he dropped by to ask when my son would be returning for the holidays. I'll never forget the look on his perfect face when I swung the door open and he saw the results of a recent whim. I'd shaved my head. Tired of the seeing the same me, day after day, I'd just taken shears (at first), then a clipper, and ultimately gel and a razor to my slowly greying mop. Slick bald, I became. And it was my slick bald head that held Ric's gaze that day as his hazel eyes locked upon my head, my eyes, and (yes) my lips.
"WOW", he exclaimed. And before I knew it, his hands were sliding over my now- smooth skull. "Dad! You're a new man. Incredible!" And then, to my embarrassment, this beautiful guy settled in to my home and began asking me when I decided to shave my head, how it felt to look so different, and whether I'd be keeping the look for long. His eyes never left me, and though it was my transformation he spoke of, another transformation was underway, His own.
As he left that day, after a hug that lasted longer than usual, his final words were, "I've always.. " And thereafter, "But I.." Fill in the blanks. He couldn't. But he nearly fell down my steps as he beat a retreat, leaving me weak-kneed and uncertain as to the meaning of Ric's strange and stammering advances that day -- far more personal than I'd remembered them being before.
It ALMOST didn't surprise me that he appeared at my door the following day. It DID surprise me that he arrived wearing leather slacks that fit him like a second skin, revealing the unmistakable outline of a lengthening dick, headed south on his right leg. Ric's shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and now it was me stammering as I beheld two thick nipple-rings, NEW ones, and a sleek hairless chest, where once there was black fur. Instead of being tied back, as usual, Ric's long hair was flying everywhere. His eyes were fixed on me and slowly filling with tears.
When we'd moved from the foyer to the great room, Ric shocked me by joining me on the loveseat. He sat close and moved closer. "I couldn't get you out of my mind last night", he confessed. "Not that that's a change. But when I saw you shaved and looking like the toughest guy in Ohio.."
And then, suddenly, in an instant, he swiveled and shifted and suddenly his leathered legs were wrapped about me, and his lips pressed warmly upon my own, and I felt those warm nipple rings pressed against my own chest. I knew that Ric had changed, and had changed me, and that nothing would be the same again.
The sex that afternoon was nothing short of incredible. It was uninhibited and impassioned.
"Why?" I asked Ric. "What happened?"
"I've been crazy for you for years," Ric confessed. "But when I saw you after you'd shaved your head and changed so drastically, I lost track of the old Dad. Your fault, I guess: you wanted to look sexy. And suddenly, I saw you and wanted to have you. Forever."
The sky was darkening when the intimacy of words finally ended. It was clear that we would spend the night together. But there was a final ritual before we wrapped ourselves in one another and headed into our unlikely future.
At day's end, I looked into Ric's adoring eyes and blinked in disbelief as I beheld the stark difference in his face. We'd removed the goatee; he looked younger still. His head was slightly bowed as I thrust my purring clippers though his raven locks, watching them cascade to the floor. Now it was Ric -- I mean Rich -- who was being transformed from the boy I'd known to the man I'd keep.
There was warm water, and gel that became foam. My razor caressed his head. He became stark and nude: head, soul, heart and mind.
And the feel, and the touch, and the reality of him even now consumes me.