Headshave Fanatic
The Sports Academy is a series of stories that take place within a school/university setting where athletes over the age of 18 have a chance to develop their skills and be scouted by professional teams if they didn’t have that opportunity during their school years. These stories have mature and sexual content.
Alina stood staring at the pool, her long black hair flowed naturally to the rhythm of the wind. She hadn’t had the chance to properly wash it yet so it still smelled of chlorine, but to be honest, Alina adored that smell. If only she could live the rest of her life underwater, feeling that rush of zooming through the water and the weightlessness. Perhaps then she would be truly happy.
But reality is never so kind. Alina knew that if she wanted any chance of being able to live as a swimmer, she would need to be scouted for a real professional team. The trials were up tomorrow and only the fastest time would be selected for a spot on the Olympian Swim Team, and in order to have the fastest time she’d need to beat Clarissa. That was easier said than done though.
She started as she heard the gate to the pool enclosure open. Anton was coming up to her. A tall, muscular Scandinavian boy with wavy golden locks and emerald green eyes. He always wore bandages on his hands. He was on the boxing team and he was quite good from what she’d seen, and that was… a lot. Alina had to admit that something about him kept her eyes glued to him. Whether she walked past his training session, seeing him grunt as he assaulted the heavy bag, or when she attended one of his fights, seeing the sweat trickle off his shirtless body, or even when he was just sitting in class silently reading his fantasy book. He always looked perfect to her.
They had of course never spoken much, but when they had, he had seemed hard to connect with. He rarely smiled or laughed, but he also didn’t seem angry or bored. He was… thoughtful. Always watching her intently, looking not through her but inside her. He would pay close attention to her hair. Perhaps he liked long hair.
“Hey,” he said nonchalantly.
“Anton, what are you doing here?”
He walked up to where she was standing and looked out onto the pool. “I saw you standing here all alone, wanted to check if you were okay.”
“I’m fine. Just…” He’s probably just being polite.
“You don’t seem alright. It seems like something is bothering you.” He had turned to look at her directly, that knowing look piercing right through her. Alina sighed and looked away from his gaze.
“I just don’t know what to do. The trials are tomorrow and I don’t feel ready.” Anton stood in silence, regarding Alina as she took a step toward the pool. “Just keep training then,” he murmured finally, “you still have a whole evening.”
Alina scoffed and turned away from him, she knew she was pouting but what else was there to do? She couldn’t possibly defeat Clarissa, every time they’d gone up against each other she was always a split second behind. No matter how hard she seemed to train, Clarissa trained just as long. “Clarissa was 0.3 seconds faster in our final practice run today, you can’t make up that difference in one day. Even if I swam a hundred laps I wouldn’t be able to win.”
“Then change the nature of those hundred laps.” What? Alina turned toward him incredulously waiting for the punchline but Anton looked completely serious.
“And how am I supposed to do that? Turn the pool into mud and swim through that to train? Maybe I’ll use my magical powers to turn the water into denser water. How about just wearing weights in the pool, that seems like a good idea.” Alina realized she was panting. She turned back toward the pool feeling sorry for herself.
“Yeah. That’s kind of what I mean.” Alina was about to retort when she felt a strong hand push against her back and suddenly she was falling face-first into the pool. The water engulfed her, drenching her blouse and skirt instantly. For the second she was under the water she felt free though. Down here in the cold serenity, she always found peace. She felt at home in the water, so when had she let competition turn something so lovely into something so stressful?
I should stay down here forever, she thought, but reality grew closer as she ran out of air. She emerged, spitting up water. “What the fuck! What did you do that for? I’m still wearing my uniform and it’s difficult to swim in.” She swam toward the ladder, but Anton leaned down toward her and blocked her exit.
“Yes, that’s the point. Friction is what swimmers try to avoid right?” “Sure,” Alina said. “Well, why are you also avoiding it during training? You’re always being as light as possible, but then the water will always give you the same resistance. When I’m training for a fight, I sometimes use rubber bands to provide resistance against my punches to try and increase my power. Wearing clothes in the water will slow you down, but if you can get faster like this, then you’ll be even faster when you’re swimming for real.”
It seemed insane and Alina wasn’t sure it was even true, but she was desperate so she decided to give it a shot. And so for the next 4 hours Alina practiced with the help of Anton. He would time her swims, he would hold ropes tied to her for her to swim against, just like how runners sometimes use parachutes. He even got in the water with her and held onto to her feet as she swam, forcing her to use only her arms to swim with both her weight and his. When the clock hit 10 pm, the security guard finally told them it was time to leave campus, and being exhausted from the training, they went off in their drenched clothing.
Alina couldn’t help herself from peeking at Anton’s defined body that was now very visible through his white shirt that had gone completely transparent from being worn in the pool. He caught her staring and she turned away, blushing. She could feel his eyes on her, she probably wasn’t a pillar of modesty herself with her wet shirt and skirt that plastered to her thighs. Her long black hair fell down almost to her butt, sticking against her back. Reality pushed itself in.
“I really hope it will be enough for tomorrow.” “I guess we’ll just have to see,” he said with his always cool demeanor. “You’ll come to watch right?” He ran his hand through her wet hair, a subtle and surprising gesture. “Of course”. After an awkward, squelching hug and thank you from Alina’s part, they went their separate ways.
The Day of the Trial
Anton rushed into the pool area following Alina’s text asking him to come down quickly. He found her pacing around, nervously, hair damp.
“What’s wrong Alina?”
“I can’t win. I suck and I’m going to get embarrassed. I’m screwed.”
“Where’s this coming from? We trained for hours yesterday.”
“I know… But I did a trial run and, wow, it really paid off yesterday, but I’m still 0.1 seconds behind Carissa’s time, and if she has also improved then I’ll still lose no matter what. I really need this.” Anton regarded her for a moment before speaking, “well, I read once that olympic swimmers shave their body hair to decrease friction and swim just a little bit faster” Alina was shocked to hear this, that wasn’t really ever something she had done. “I mean, some swimmers shave their bodies, but it usually creates differences of very minute numbers. I don’t know if it’s even worth it.”
“Well, how badly do you want this?”
“Really badly.”
“Then I say you should try to make up all the time you can. If Clarissa always beats you with a split second, then this might be what will give you the advantage.”
It was an insane idea but it just might work. She still had an hour and a half until the race. “Alright, let’s do this. My place is close by, I have the shaving materials at home.”
They arrived at Alina’s apartment slightly panting, rushing into the bathroom. Alina stripped off her swim team track-pants and jacket in a rush, not wanting to lose any time. It was only when she stood with the razor in hand, a tall handsome boy staring at her, that she realized what was about to happen. Alina had frozen, her hand shaking.
Anton, noticing her sudden tension, began to leave the bathroom, eyes looking down. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave you to it.”
“It’s not that.” Alina turned toward him, “I’m afraid of cutting myself.”
“Oh.” Anton stood quite still, looking gobsmacked at her.
“I’ve always been weird with blades and knives and sharp stuff. It’s honestly the main reason why I don’t shave my body.” Anton looked questionably at her, not quite daring to speak, expecting something perhaps. Alina took a deep breath, “will you do it for me?” She held out the razor and the shaving gel toward him, a sense of pride washing over her as his cheeks turned red. This stoic, calm and collected, mysterious man lost for words in front of a woman. Alina didn’t know how long her bravado would hold, but she kept her eyes locked to his. Finally, he reached for the razor and the gel.
“You need to be wet for it to work best,” he said, eyes taking quick, yet confident glances at her body.
“You did that quite well yesterday. You also seemed to like what you saw.” The growing red color amused Alina, she had never known the effect she could have on a man. She stepped into the shower stall and began running the water. In seconds it had turned warm and she drenched her body. She wasn’t showing any skin Anton wouldn’t see anyway at the swim meet, but still, taking a shower in front of a man was a weird sensation. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
It was an invitation, a request. Alina held out her leg and Anton was quick to reach out. He squeezed a good chunk of shaving gel into his hands and began foaming it. A hesitant hand rested an inch from her naked leg before he dived in. He lathered up her leg from hip to toes, which he then preceded to shed of its fur in gentle but masterful strokes with the razor. This man truly was diligent, treating her body with respect, yet, also indulging. As he finished one leg he greedily shaved the second one. His hand felt incredible caressing the silky smooth skin left behind. The sensation sent shivers down Alina’s spine, the hairs on her arms stood up.
It was almost as if Anton had noticed that small detail because he immediately stood up and lathered up her arms and pits before slowly but firmly shedding them of any hair, as well. It had all felt like only a minute had passed, and yet there was still work to be done. Anton had purposefully steered clear of the area between her legs. He couldn’t have been sure if the invitation reacged that far. Naturally, the swimsuit still covered the important parts, but he pubic hairs stuck out from beneath the fabric. Alina caught Anton peeking down and a grin formed on her face. Grabbing the gel from the floor, she pulled the fabric of her swimsuit together until most of the hair was visible, with her privates still hidden away. She lathered the area and looked at Anton expectantly.
He wasted no time. He crouched down and gently became shaving away the area. The sensation was indescribable. Alina had been with a couple guys before and yet this was the most sensual experience of her life. Anton’s fingers kept “accidentally” brushing against her vagina, still trapped beneath the fabric. The slightest of touch sent shivers through Alina’s body.
As Anton finished up, he stood up. Alina felt the now naked area, shorn of any body hair and silky smooth. The sensation was too much, she began touching herself. The knowledge of Anton standing right there was sowing doubt in her actions and yet she could not stop. Her fingers kept exploring their new environment and Alina began to moan. She could sense Anton tensing up in front of her and his warm breath felt amazing on her neck. He was close.
Alina opened her eyes and there he was. She needed his mouth and so she kissed him. His lips were soft and wet, his firm arms wound around her. Both hands found their targets, one seizing her ass, the other wrapped up in her hair. She felt the muscles under his thin t-shirt and wanted nothing more than to rip it apart. Alina’s mind was growing foggy, lust engulfing the room, sending her to a place of euphoria.
“What about your head?” He mumbled the words between their lips, catching Alina off guard. She pulled away from him, panting, looking puzzled into his green eyes.
“What about my head?” Curse him for distracting her with his vague questions.
“Won’t your hair cause friction too?” He said it with that annoying but charming coolness, no indication of his hands gripping underneath her swimsuit or her hands exploring his chest. Well, nothing except the bulge in his shorts. Her mind was still a bit fuzzy, the meaning of his words not quite reaching yet. But it was an interesting question, though.
“I mean yeah, but that’s the case for everybody. We wear swim-caps for a reason, they keep the hair down, they- Of course, it doesn’t eliminate all the resistance, if tiny body hairs matter then the swim-cap would also matter a bit, but I mean that’s ridiculous. What are you even… Are-are you saying that I should… I can’t just get rid of my hair.” Alina took a step away from him. She wouldn’t go that far to win… Would she?
“Why not? Think about it. It’s just hair, it’ll grow back, but this is your chance to be signed by a real professional team. This could be your future.”
“So, what are you saying?” She held her breath, anticipating.
“I’m saying you should shave your head.” Alina knew what he was going to say but it still came as a shock. “But, but I can’t just do that. I would look weird. People would laugh at me.”
“And so what? Are you not an athlete? Do you not want to do whatever it takes to be the greatest? To keep on fighting? To swim for as long as you can at the highest level?” Can he read minds? He continued his passionate rant, “So what if you end up looking weird and so what if people laugh at you? If you win, then that’s all that matters. That’s all they’ll remember. I have clippers right here in my bag, we could help you win. Isn’t that what matters right now? And for your information, I think you would look great with a shaved head. You have beautiful features, you are sexy, you- You are a winner.”
Alina was stunned. She had never heard Anton speak so much in the time she had known him. But he was speaking nonsense, wasn’t he? She can’t possibly shave her head just like that. To win a race? That’s absurd. But even so, the thought did fill her with a sense of wonder. The feeling of having Anton slowly remove the hairs from her arms and her legs and her thighs was still fresh in her mind. How would that feel if it was her head instead?
No, this is absurd. “Thank you for your help Anton, but I think we’ve taken it too far. This is a ridiculous thought. What we’ve already done is ridiculous” She turned to head out of the room when she heard a buzzing sound. She twirled around just in time to see Anton drive the clippers in his hand straight down the middle of his perfect golden hair. In only a second there was a patch of baldness right in the middle of his beautiful head, only near invisible blonde stubble remained. His green eyes were fierce.
“What the fuck did you just do??” Alina’s mouth hung open as Anton looked in the mirror and continued ridding his head of its golden sheath, careless and with an impatience she hadn’t before seen from this otherwise meticulous man.
Anton’s head was almost completely shorn now, with only tufts and the back of his head left. He was having a hard time reaching behind, so Alina stepped forward and took the clippers from him. She was impressed at the power in her palms. The clippers glided effortlessly through the remaining blonde hair, leaving that prickly stubble that sent shivers through Alina whenever her hands grazed over it. “You are crazy,” she said.
“I know,” Anton said with a smirk. It was an innocent smile, but also a knowing one. Alina turned off the clippers, laid them on the sink counter and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She let her hands glide through her long black locks, a debate raging in her head. Can I really go through with this?
Suddenly, she was hit by an indescribable acceptance, a courage she didn’t know she had, and a steeling determination. Fuck it. She was going to win this race, no matter what. Silently, she picked up the clippers and placed them at the edge of her hair. Anton stirred beside her and with a single deep breath she turned the clippers on and ran them straight down the middle.
They were strong. They cut through her thick hair with ease, rendering a path of short dark stubble on her pale scalp. The color that had been hidden beneath her crown contrasted comically with her golden brown skin. Alina couldn’t believe the sight she saw, she had a bald patch straight down the middle of her head. She spared a quick glance at Anton who was staring at her with hunger in his gaze, biting his lip. It was all the ammo she needed, there wasn’t much time and there was work to do.
She sent the clippers through her hair continuously over and over and over again. Her entire head was now reduced to stubble except for the back of her head. Alina was surprised to see that the large bulge in Anton’s shorts was still there. Larger even. She was just as surprised at how wet she was between her legs. Curiosity and intrigue took over.
“Do you want to help finish me off?” She asked him after she had taken the last bit off the back.
“What?” He croaked. Boys, Alina thought. Even a stoic force like Anton had his vulnerabilities.
“Well, it kind of defeats the purpose of doing this if my head still has hair on it. Do you want to shave my head smooth for me?” That was the final straw for Anton, his eyes looked at her with amazement, excitement, and lust, the bulge in his pants now so large it risked bursting the sports shorts open. Alina placed the shaving cream and razor in his hands and then crouched down on her knees.
“What are you doing?” He asked as she started undoing the knot in his pants. “Helping you out with this,” she said longingly. Always the gentleman, he asked, “are you sure?” He was too good, and a little annoying. When a girl gets on her knees you stop asking fucking questions. “You tell me.”
She unleashed his large erection and gawked at it for a second. After a moment, she looked up at Anton, smiled mischievously while glancing at the razor in his hands, and then she took his penis in her mouth.
Anton couldn’t believe his luck. Here he was, standing in a bathroom with his pants down and a bald girl sucking his dick. Well, an almost bald girl. He had a job to do and he would not falter. Anton was not one to fail, especially not when a beautiful girl in a tight bathing suit was pleasuring him, wanting him to shave her buzzcut smooth to the scalp.
Not wanting the moment to pass he quickly squirted the cream out of the tube and began rubbing it on Alina’s hair. Her mouth’s grip on his erection grew tighter, spasming slightly at the touch of the cool shaving foam. She began sucking harder, as if feeling the anticipation as Anton took the razor to her scalp and began slowly, and carefully, shedding Alina of the last bit of her thick black crown. He worked diligently as he felt himself get closer and closer to his climax.
As he made his final meticulous swipe at her head, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Alina pulled his cock out of her mouth and he came on top of her bald head. Alina moaned loudly, using her hands to spread the cum around her smooth dome, mixing it with the spots of shaving foam still present on her scalp. Her head felt amazing, the familiar sensation of her smooth legs was nothing compared to the hairless perfection of her bald head. However, it would feel even better in the shower. Post-shaving always did.
As Anton finished up and had wiped his tip clean, they stepped into the shower together. The warm water felt indescribable cascading down her naked scalp, and the glimpses she caught of herself in the mirror did not show an insecure loser, who was afraid to take a leap for victory. There stood a naked and wet goddess, with a hot guy fondling her in the shower, and a smooth, shiny bald head. She looked incredible. She was fierce. She was going to to win this fucking swim-meet.
Alina and Anton rushed into the swim-meet with 2 minutes to spare, and all attention quickly fell on them. Whispers from all around them spread as their eyes were glued to her bald head. But Alina had no time to take pride in her stunning, new appearance. She quickly jogged over to the starting point, passing Clarissa on the way. The other swimmer’s mouth hung open, clearly shocked by her competitor’s shocking revelation. They stepped up onto their jumping platforms and the rest of the day was history. Alina won by a large margin, Clarissa clearly being distracted came only 5th, and she had secured her spot in the Olympic Team.
She climbed out of the pool and ran toward Anton, jumping into his arms and kissing him. She had drenched the whole front of his shirt and shorts but he didn’t seem to mind. He just put his hands on her bald head and grinned at her. Alina was ecstatic, she had done something truly brave today and proven her skills to the world. She was a force to be reckoned with within the swimming world.
She was The Bald Olympian.
