Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Sometimes you have to come to terms with the fact that some sexual interests may actually cross the line onto becoming a fetish. For me, that would be full, bushy pubic hair.

Have you seen that thing that’s going around Facebook where you list 10 things you love that most people don’t care for? I put pubic hair high on my list. Okay, I didn’t really. Not on Facebook. But the truth is, I love my men hairy: Hairy chests, hairy legs, hairy asses, and most importantly, hairy pubes. It’s a total and consistent turn-on for me.

I know pubic hair was out of fashion for a long time. Shaving and trimming were the thing. But, luckily for me, that’s changing. If you watch porn being made in the last two or three years, pubes are back, as is body hair in general. It might still be a little manscaped or trimmed, but it’s there and visible now. The smooth, hairless look is disappearing, or at least it’s being greatly diminished. And that makes me very happy. Even the boys in twink porn have little tiny bushes now.

Fashion designer, filmmaker and trendsetter (as well as designer of the infamous Penis Pendant Necklace) Tom Ford said, “I happen to like body hair. I think people should leave it alone — I’m not a fan of all this manscaping that goes on. I don’t really get it. If you like the chest, you should see what’s down here. There is no manscaping. Tom Ford wants a full bush.” I am with him.

I occasionally get a guy home from the bar, or from an Internet hook up. I love the breathless anticipation of seeing his dick for the first time. His pants come off and there is the glorious outline of his hard-on stretching the cotton of his boxer-briefs. Then they finally come off as well and — Goddamn it! I am always sorely disappointed when he turns out to be hairless and looking like a plucked chicken.

I understand that a lot of people think a shaved guy is sexy (this is the era of twinks after all) and that bodybuilders feel a lack of hair shows definition better. But body hair just screams manly to me. And I like masculine men. (I’m not saying you can’t be smooth and masculine at the same time, you can. But women have very little body hair and, well, you get my point.)

My fascination started when I was coming of age sexually. I was obsessed with my teenage buddies’ pubic hair. It was a turn on just to think about it, much less when I would actually get to see it in the school showers or while swimming.

When I was in junior high, and first experiencing the trauma that is gym class and group showers, we had a P.E. instructor who must have just graduated from teachers’ college. He was short and blond and muscular, like a handsome, athletic fireplug. After class we all would hit the showers while he patrolled the area making sure there was no horseplay. Now, this was during the period when very tight athletic shorts were fashionable, so because his shorts were so tight, he would pop the top button and let the zipper slid down whenever he was in the locker room. Apparently he never wore underwear (also a popular fashion trend at the time), so his blonde pubes would plainly show through the opening. This wasn’t a one-time event, he did this nearly every day, and, as much as I hated P.E., I lived to see his fill, blond bush at the end of class. This must’ve had an influential effect on me, because A) I remember it so vividly, but also B) I’m still obsessed with pubic hair.

(On a side note, his zipper would often slip low enough we could also see the top of his cock where it started jutting out from his pelvis, the majority (one assumes) of the shaft disappearing into his workout shorts. That would also become an obsession of mine, but we’ll deal with that in another blog post. )

Today nothing makes me happier than giving a guy a blow job with my nose nestled in a full bush as I go down deep on his dick. Or rimming a fuzzy butt, pushing my face deep into those hairy globes and crack. Even licking a hairy chest or nipples ringed with hair is an amazing turn-on for me.

There are downsides, of course. We’ve all had that annoying stray hair on the back of our tongue we can’t quite get rid of for a couple of days. But I always think of the constant tickle as a reminder of the great time I had the night before.

And I live for those intoxicating moments when I glimpse a guy walking down the street on a hot day with low riding pants, his pubes peeking over the top of the waistband. Come to daddy, baby!

If he’s also shirtless with a hairy chest, well, I might actually follow him home.


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