The common room was FULL of hair. It looked like a convention of mega-hippies. The guys stroked and brushed each others manes, beards, and body hair. It cascaded all over the furniture and floor, they were practically swimming in a room full of their own hair.
Their hair was so shiny and soft, it would make a lot of women jealous!
Mike ran his fingers through Drake's long locks. Drake looked at Mike with a warm fuzzy feeling filling him, and saw Mike beam back with a soft happy look in his eyes. Without thinking, Drake kissed Mike. They rolled a few of times on the floor, their hair wrapping around their embracing bodies like a soft, form-fitting sleeping bag made just for the two of them.
"You're so beautiful," Mike whispered to Drake, feeling drunk on love and on his hairy dream coming true. Drake kissed him in response.
The other guys - some brushing each other's hair, some braiding each others hair (two guys in the corner braided their beards and manes and crotches together, and were working on braiding their armpits together too) all seemed to be enjoying this hairy situation as much as Drake and Mike.
Then...