Did you have a hairy butt and shaved it? Did it improve sex and was it worth it? Honesty and details strongly appreciated!

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    Mar 06, 2012 1:02 AM GMT
    Did you have a hairy butt and shaved it? Did it improve sex and was it worth it?
    Honesty and details strongly appreciated!

    Background to question:
    There's a guy I like that I've asked if I should trim and shave my butthair for (because I'm insecure about how hairy it is).
    He said yes, so he could play with it (lick it? I should douche too, I guess), which sounds great, more stuff we could do.

    But I have doubts. One, I've NEVER shaved or trimmed my butt, so it's likely I might screw up a bit.

    Second, I have a very hairy butt. If I shave it, I'm going to be feeling the difference all the time.

    Third, the guy and I never met offline before, which is quite a factor, but I do want to impress him every way I can.

    There's information I need before I proceed with this. (Please, please, please, be honest or don't answer.)
    #1: Did you shave (or start shaving) your butt (that was hairy before) and did it improve sex for you?
    #2: Was it worth it?
    #3: Do you always prefer the smooth butt?
    #4: How hairy is too much? Should I at least trim? If shaving isn't worth it, is trimming?
    #5: I've read this odd discouragement:
    Is that true? Do I really need hairs that bad?
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    Mar 06, 2012 1:28 AM GMT
    Mr_Rat saidDid you have a hairy butt and shaved it? Did it improve sex and was it worth it?

    Yes, yes and yes.

    But it was at the request of my late partner, when we first started dating, not my initiative. He liked a hairless butt, thought it presented a younger look, was nicer to fondle. He also liked my back hairless, and would shave it for me in the shower.

    Fine with me, I didn't have to look at any of it with hair or without. But since it pleased & stimulated him I was only too glad to oblige. As a fisherman I know the importance of using the right bait with the right fish. In other words, in my book it's the other guy who makes the decision, and some guys like hairy, and some like hairless. icon_wink.gif

    (Cue an Anduru vomiting GIF to express his revulsion at anyone older than himself presuming to have sex)
  • invisigay10

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    Mar 06, 2012 1:51 AM GMT
    There is some truth to the rather hilarious article. Shaving the crack will make you sweat more and it may itch or feel otherwise uncomfortable.

    For this reason I am only shaving the cheeks but not the crack.

    I think it makes my butt look nicer and I've been complimented on it too.

    Just use some aftershave cream for sensitive skin afterwards and put fresh underwear on to reduce the risk for skin irritation / infection.
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    Mar 06, 2012 6:41 AM GMT
    Nothing hotter than a guy with a hairy ass. Keep it.
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    Mar 11, 2012 9:36 PM GMT
    Funniest story about ass shaving I have ever read ...

    I have recently made a mistake in my life and I offer my story to all, though it is tasteless, so that you may learn from my error.

    It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my ass cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me knowing that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butt hair dwelling.

    Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea.

    "Hey, this is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements.

    "How many Indians could there be?" - General George Custer

    "Looks like a good day for a drive!" - JFK

    "There! America On-line now has complete Usenet access!" - some idiot system tech

    Such was my anal shaving idea.

    I performed the operation that night with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the in-between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn babe. I wiped the razor one last time and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair; my ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over. Little did I know.

    I now have a great respect for anal hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. One of its many purposes is that it provides friction - I learned this the next day when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and started to sweat, I began to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two ass cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

    Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop molecules lingering around my brown starfish.

    When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky poop/sweat combination; and as I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-Damn, did it itch! It felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack.

    Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down the back of my pants and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately, this exertion also caused me to sweat, and when I did reach my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks.

    As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a four block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep my breakfast down. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping and the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own poop blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: it will be like this until the hair grows back, which would take weeks.

    Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I’d attempt to launch a fart only to have it get stuck between my ass cheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble.

    Imagine your ass having the texture of a Brillo pad.

    Well, that is what I’m dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.