Bald Men Are My Fetish

Looking back so many strands from my life came together two nights ago to give me an extraordinary experience. Before I describe that experience I am going to detail some of the strands.

The first

is very simple. I always found bald men sexy. Even men who were not attractive in any other way had a certain appeal.

The second

was that the first two boys who I slept with had hairless chests but unfortunately full heads of hair. Neither boy was anything exception in bed but I do look back on those early sexual experiences with fondness. I only mention them because the third boyfriend who I had sex with had a very hairy chest that he was extremely proud of. I never did tell him that it was a huge turnoff and it completely spoiled the otherwise quite adventurous sex. I have experienced hairy chests subsequently and found them every bit as distasteful.

The third

was a one off event that actually occurred before I had slept with any of the boys above. I was still a virgin who had fancied her uncle (Ben) forever. He was not an old man only being about six years older than me. It may have even been his baldhead that had first given me this obsession but I was strongly attracted to him either way. When I was 18 and about to head off to university I was desperate for him to be my first. I didn't want the stigma of being a virgin when arriving at university. We had always been close but he had always kept me at arms length even though we both knew there was something special between us. After visiting the pub with joint friends, well his really, the two of us went back to my parent's empty house. He was staying there for the weekend.

I was not subtle in making it clear what I wanted. I did not mention that I was still a virgin or that I had not experienced an orgasm except when alone. I figured he might be spooked by the fact that I had done so little with my boyfriend. He tried so sweetly to suggest that given he was my uncle we should not be getting sexual together. I was gutted but also very embarrassed that having thrown myself at him he had rejected me. He saw that rejection and took my head in his hands kissing me on the forehead. He didn't quite manage to keep it the same as an adult would kiss a child instead it felt sensual and arousing. I held him to me and he didn't fight it.

I don't know what made me do it but I reached up and held his bald head in both hands. That simple action has had a profound effect on my sex life ever since. A shot of adrenalin or something shot through my whole body so strongly I thought my legs would give way. What did give way was something in my groin and I was scared that I had peed myself. There was sudden warmth between my legs but I knew it was not pee. I was not the only one who reacted to my hands finding his silky soft but firm scalp. He went rigid and sighed deeply.

"Oh fuck you can't do that it is just too sexy."

There was no way I was going to take my hands away. My hands slid all around the slippery warm area until I found his ears. His sighing and moaning only got stronger and my heart pounded harder. He held my head as I felt the whole area of his scalp teasing his earlobes as I brushed past them. After a minute I felt his body slump and I sensed that he had given in. I was sure I was going to be fucked right then and it scared and excited me in equal measure. He walked me backwards until the back of my knees found the sofa cushions and then lowered me backwards until I was on my back. He looked me in the eye and I tried to give him the confirmation he was looking for without using my voice that I did not trust. He slid his hands up the back of my legs under my short skirt before pulling my panties down my legs and off my feet. No boy I had been with had been so confidant and it never entered my head to refuse him anything. I was desperate to see the cock that was going to penetrate me but instead he lowered his mouth to my naked pussy. I had never been more aroused at any time but now the excitement threatened to overcome me. He did take a second to check one more time that I was okay before saying.

"Relax and don't fight it. It will happen when you are ready."

He had read me like a book until then but I was sure he had no idea how close to orgasm I was right then. I found his bald head again with both hands and tried to make the contact as arousing for him as it was for me. I wish I could write that he pleasured me for hours before allowing me to cum but the caressing of his bald head lasted not much more than a minute before I exploded in a cum that I will remember for ever. It went on and on until I thought I might pass out. I had to ask him to stop as my clit became far too sensitive to be touched. Instead he moved his mouth lower and licked, sucked and probed my molten pussy. It felt beautiful, not the fireworks of seconds earlier but wonderful. To this day I have not enjoyed a man's mouth as much as this first time. When he returned to my clit I returned to his silky scalp. When as aroused as I was then, time has no relevance. I think it was probably between ten minutes and quarter of an hour between with little warning I came again while pleading with him to fuck me.

Even after two orgasms I was desperate to lose my cherry there and then. I could not understand why Ben insisted that he would not be the one to take my virginity and that I should wait until I found the right boy. I understand now but at the time I was annoyed. Not accepting his answer I undid his trousers and with surprisingly little resistance eased his beautiful cock out of his underwear.

"If you want to be a big girl suck it. I will understand if you don't want to do that for the first time with your Uncle."

I protested asking him what made him think I had not done it before. He smiled and said whether you have or not just tell me you haven't. The idea of being the first is so sexy. We both laughed as I said,

"You will at least be the first to fill my mouth with your cock even if I can't persuade you to be the first to fill my pussy."

I did feel really sexy as I sucked just the big smooth purple head of his cock into my mouth. It felt beautiful as I slowly took more of his large cock into my mouth. He told me what a great job I was doing exciting his erection. His balls were large and firm and I was soon playing with them, which felt so natural. When they tightened I guessed right that he was about to cum. I took the bottom of his shaft and squeezed it as I felt his ejaculation start the journey up the shaft. It was then that he warned me to take my mouth away as he was about to cum. He was the first but not the last man to leave it nearly too late or too late to be any use. He need not have bothered as I was going to take his full load in my mouth. The first squirt hit the back of my mouth with a force I had not expected and I nearly choked. With just the head in my mouth being caressed by my tongue the next ejaculations were just manageable as I swallowed eagerly. I thought he was finished but he let go a last blast that took me by surprise partly exploding out of the side of my mouth. The whole experience of him cumming in my mouth was exhilarating and I felt proud of myself. It wasn't until I came down from this high that I realized the taste of his cum was not really that pleasant. We never did make love as before I finished university Ben got married.

The fourth and fifth

were related to each other. My best friend (Cathy) at university was bi sexual, preferring other girls in the main. If you are homophobic you don't need to stop reading. We were great friends but she knew I was straight and other than teasing me never came on to me. After the second year at uni. we travelled around the world together. In Thailand she said she was going for a massage where the masseuse covers both of you in oil and then massages your naked body with her naked body. She said it was something she had wanted to do for years and this was her chance. She asked me to join her as the massages were often done in couples. I said no way but she teased me saying that it proved I was scared of being aroused by another female. If I was certain I had no lesbian tendencies then why not give it a try. It was in a slightly weakened moment after a glass or two of cheap wine I said,

"Fuck it, bring it on."

The atmosphere as Cathy and I stripped was electric. We had seen each other naked before but not when expecting to be wrestling with naked masseuse soon after. The two members of staff appeared dressed in dressing gowns, which they quickly got rid of. Both girls were petite with; I had to admit, stunning figures. I was not bothered which girl massaged me so gave Cathy the choice. My partner for the next hour introduced herself as Di (clearly not her real name) and laid me back on the table only five feet from Cathy's. The oil was warm and soothing as my whole body was totally covered in it. The smell as well as the feel was so soothing I felt sleepy. I was soon on my front and Di was lying on top of me and sliding up and down. It felt wonderful and very sensual.

I was completely absorbed by what Di was doing until I heard Cathy moan as if being sexually aroused. The second sound from her confirmed my first impression. I asked her whether she was all right and she only just managed to confirm that she was well past all right. I decided not to look at her but go back to trying to enjoy Di's contact. It felt like she was trying to rub her pussy and clit hard against part of my backside while sliding up and down my back. She slid her hands under my boobs and used them as leverage to move more violently. This was sexual as well as sensual. When Di turned me over she reapplied oil to my whole body but concentrated between my legs. She did not concentrate on stimulating the area but it was quite arousing.

Now her use of her body against mine was far more intimate. My boobs, nipples, pussy and clit were stimulated by many parts of Di's body. I did not feel emotionally involved with Di but the physical stimulation could not be denied. What also could not be denied was that Cathy was in the throws of a violent orgasm. Hearing this heightened my arousal and I was very close to wrapping my legs round one of Di's in an attempt to spark a much-needed climax. I am not certain how or why I avoided doing so but from that moment my excitement levels dropped through the floor. I think Cathy had a second more subdued orgasm before the hour was up and we joined each other in a shower. I was pleased she was so exhausted that her questioning of how I found the session was half-hearted.

This event led directly to the fifth extremely strange strand of my early sex life. Female on female oil massages similar to the one I had experienced obsessed me. I watched every porn video showing these types of massages. I did not fantasize about being the client but masturbated imagining being the masseuse. The clients in these videos were always females but the clients in my fantasies were always males. My orgasms during these sessions were always the best masturbatory orgasms I experienced.

The sixth

is very straightforward. I always say that I am four foot eleven and three quarters tall as I always think it is much more exciting than five feet. It is therefore slightly odd that during uni. I developed a liking for tall men, preferably very tall men.

The experience two nights ago

.

I was sitting in the uni. bar with friends when and a group of men walked in. They were obviously a sports team of some sort. Given their build I was sure they were a basketball team as nearly all of them were six three or more. Then I saw him: he was six nine if he was an inch and he was bald, totally bald. Was he the most handsome man I had ever seen - no but he was the most stunning. I wanted him and I wanted his bald head in my hands or even better between my legs.

I managed to find a route to the ladies that ensured I had to pass through the group of giants. I was delighted as he saw me approaching him and even more delighted that he was obviously enjoying what he was looking at. It wasn't exactly a clever chat up line but I managed to ask,

"Did you win tonight?"

He smiled at me as he replied,

"Yes but it was close."

"I'll be back in a couple of minutes. If you want to tell me about it I'll have a half of what you are drinking."

I had hardly stopped walking during this brief encounter but I hoped the cheeky smile over my shoulder would ensure that I had piqued his interest. Brief as it was I knew I wanted this man, this giant of a man. I prayed that his whole body would be as devoid of hair as his head, the head I wanted to touch, to caress. I was already pinning my hopes on being able to attract him and my imagination began to run riot. Would all parts of his body be in proportion, would he want to receive the very special massage I had planned for some lucky man? If he did would I find it as exciting as it was in my fantasies? This all raced through my mind before I got as far as the ladies. By the time I got back to him my expectations were running riot.

His smile was welcoming as he indicated which was my drink. I was in!! He was sat around a table with his mates and there were no spare seats either in the circle or at nearby tables. He made to stand up but I eased him back down and enquired without words if I could sit on his knee. The smile was even better particularly when his mates commented, laughed and teased him. He introduced himself as Bruce and named all his mates round the table before asking me my name. I was the centre of attention and I was feeling playful.

"For the evening alone you can call me whatever name you want. Are there any suggestions?"

There were offerings from all around the table: Mini, Naughty Nancy, Trixie, Angel, Babs, Effie, Pocket Rocket and Trouble amongst them. They were all said with fun and I deferred to Bruce to decide. He pondered for a minute and then pronounced that the winner was either Mini or Trouble. I settled for Mini Trouble. At this stage one of the other players asked whether any of my friends might want to join the group. It didn't take long before responding to my wave five of the group I had been with joined us. It was a bit uncomfortable for a few moments when they all had to pick a knee to sit on. Nobody appeared to be disappointed by who they were paired with but the males who weren't paired up looked a little dejected. One of my friends noticed this, made some comment and then managed to sit on two laps at the same time. Two of the other girls followed suit.

There was a bit of discussion about the game and Bruce was asked if he would be fit for match the next day (the weekend was a double header). He said he thought his leg injury would be recovered enough by the next day. The god's must having been looking down on me, it was the perfect opening.

"I am training as a physio I would be happy to take a look at it for you Bruce."

I had clearly said this with far too much enthusiasm as a little cheer went up around the table. There were suddenly reports of various injuries and requests for me or any other physios to "take a look" at them. Two of my friends around the table were on my course but only one of them admitted to it.

Bruce and I both knew that we had the perfect excuse to finish our drinks and find somewhere where I could "take a look at his leg". I knew exactly where I wanted this to take place. I had the key to one of the treatment rooms and we would not be disturbed. He didn't question me as I led him into the spacious room that was used for both treatments and teaching. When I shut the door behind us he held me and with a worried look said,

"I must tell you that I suffer from a condition that means I have absolutely no hair. It is not contagious but some people find it rather alarming."

"There is nothing I love more than baldness: bald heads, bald chins and bald chests. Please tell me that you mean absolutely no hair, it would be my dream."

After he confirmed that no hair meant absolutely no hair I was desperate to see all of this man. First things first though I knew I had to look at his leg. I got him to remove his tracksuit bottoms and lie down on the treatment table. This left him only wearing a jockstrap below his waist. I failed hopelessly to ignore the huge bulge in the tight garment before settling to my job. His leg was not too bad and I suggested that I massaged it, applied some cream and re-examined it in the morning. He seemed very happy with the suggestion and I set to work. I worked on the muscles from his knee to his groin and loved the fact that his huge muscled legs were hairless. All too quickly for my liking I had finished the treatment. The chemistry from the very first smiles had promised so much more than a knee massage. We both knew it was now or never. Given my hands were on his knee it did not take much for them to travel up towards his groin. Our eyes said enough for me to be sure he was very ready for my hands to massage much more of his huge body.

"You must be knackered after the game. I would love to give you a very special all over massage. When I say all over I mean

all over.

I would like to massage you with all of my body and I mean

all

of my body. Would you like that? If you would, be kind enough to start removing my clothes. It would be a shame to get oil on them."

He sat up and maintaining eye contact as his hands undid my trousers. Even sitting on the table, as he was, it seemed a long way down to my feet and I therefore helped by stepping out of them. I was very keen to see and feel the chest that he had promised me would be hairless. I teased both of us by putting my hands under his sports top from his waist and sliding them up towards his chest. The huge expanse of firm smooth flesh felt wonderful and when he took the shirt off over his head I gasped. I wanted to bury myself in his smooth bald muscular body but I wanted to be naked before I did. I couldn't resist leaning in and licking around one of his large nipples before sucking and biting it. As I pulled away to remove my top and bra I saw that his jockstrap was under significant pressure but the shape suggested that he was not erect.

What were erect were my nipples that felt so much better when fully released. We had a garment each left and I was keen to rid us of both. I eased him back until he was lying on his back again. He lifted his hips as I took hold of each sides of his jockstrap. It was tight and his cock snagged as I pulled it down. When I managed to free his cock it looked big but not as massive as I had imagined. That is until I took the base in one hand and as it hardened added my other hand further up. Unbelievably it left more than three inches of cock not covered by either hand and he was still not fully erect. The total lack of hair on his large firm balls was beautiful. I had hoped he was all in proportion but in fact he was much better than that. It was only at this stage that the thought hit me that I had never been penetrated by anything remotely close to this size, girth or length. I removed my panties without ceremony and retrieved a large bottle of massage oil that I particularly liked using.

On returning to the massage table I reluctantly encouraged Bruce to turn on his front before pouring oil all the way down from his shoulder blades until it disappeared between his strong buttocks. I finished the oiling by running some down the back of each leg. I stood back to survey the scene, a scene that I had fantasized about so many times. A naked man was ready for me to slide up and down his body with my naked body. It was no typical man though. It was a totally hairless giant and my pussy reflected my state of excited anticipation.