All Hail to the Hairy!
If you have ever read any of the words I type and, I’m under no illusions here, I doubt if any one ever does… but if you have you’ll know that I am not too big a fan of body hair.
I like a man to have long, flowing locks and am not adverse to facial hair, but from the neck down, I like my men smooooth.
Sometimes when you see a man at the pub, or wherever, you see his arms and the dark, wiry pube-like hairs on them and you just know… even worse is when you see that line around the bottom of his neck… “The hair starts here!” it screams at me. This hirsute declaration tells me all I need to know. This one is off my radar. I ain’t going there.
So it is a good job that there are people who actually appear to quite like a man with body hair. Otherwise, they’d all be fucked. Or not fucked, actually.
Here’s a completely different opinion on fuzzy blokes, from Randy Blue.
I’ve always been a big fan of body hair. Some of our models shave, some like to go natural, but if I had to state a personal preference I’d have to say that body hair is a huge turn on for me. When I was first contacted by Nick Braso his email said he was eighteen and athletic. I was half expecting a skinny smooth twink with a little bit of definition from a little afternoon basketball with the boys. Man, was I surprised when this muscular adonnis walked into my office. He is almost overwhelming because he’s got the most angelic face (which I would find out later can make the most devilish grin one could imagine) and a body to die for. This was no afternoon game of basketball, this was hours and hours at the gym. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans so I couldn’t see the rest of his body at first, and I figured for his age, and the fact that so many bodybuilders keep their bodies smooth to show off their muscle definition, that my pursuit of the hirsute would have to wait (sorry, I couldn’t resist). Then he took off his shirt to reveal a beautiful light dusting of hair covering his amazingly sculpted pecs, twisting in little bunches around his chewable nipples, and gathering around the lower half of his perfect abs, hinting at the luscious mound of pubes that lay hidden under his baggy jeans. Well, I thought to myself, why not go for broke? I had him drop his drawers and I nearly fell out. Not only does he have the most beautiful muscular legs one could wish for but they were covered in a thick matt of fur that, had I not been the professional that I am, would have run my hands through for hours. Then I crossed my fingers. The bulge in his shorts clearly showed that he was well endowed but as perfect as he was standing there in a pair of tight briefs, it was almost too much to hope for. I waited a moment, savoring the site of this incredibly handsome creature standing in my office. Then, without my even prompting, he took off the underwear. His semi-hard cock flopped out like a beast being released from it’s cage, making an audible slap against his thigh. I knew my members would love him, and without the slightest doubt I set up the shoot. Even if he didn’t perform well you could just look at him and still get off, but he went above and beyond the call of duty. He was so comfortable in front of the camera, working those muscles into a nice sheen of sweat over his flawless skin. He looks like the guy next door with an innocent face that reveals a dark side when he turns his lip into a half smile and gives you a look that tells you you’re in for a treat. And when he works his huge cock you get the feeling that he’s no stranger to wanking off. He knows exactly how to get the most out of his throbbing tool and his cumshot is not to be missed.
I have to admit, this is one damn fine looking cock, on one damn fine looking young man. 18 year olds were never like this, when I was that age. All he needs is a good wax and I might even forgive him having a skin-head hair cut.
