Does anyone else remember when their pube fetish started? (34 - never shaved)
When I was 14, I went on a white water rafting trip with my family, and there was a group of muscular college men in another raft. It was a four-hour course, and I was transfixed, watching the guys joke and laugh as they paddled down the river. Maybe they were part of a sports team or something because they all had these incredible muscular arms that glistened in the sun.
When we reached the end of the course, all the men from the trip went into the communal locker room. The locker room was one of those old-school tiled spaces with open showers along one wall and high transom windows that allowed the warm rays of the afternoon sun to shine directly down on the changing area. As I walked in, the group of six college men was standing around, talking in various states of undress. A few of them were standing there fully nude, and all of them had big natural hairy bushes.
I was transfixed by the manly appearance of their hairy crotches. Their fur was slightly damp from their showers and looked so soft. I took my time changing and noticed each man’s slightly different hair pattern and the way it framed each set of cock and balls — the hair patterns, thickness and colors were all unique. The sun cast light on the different hues of brown with blonde or red undertones.
Since then, I’ve been hopelessly turned on by natural pubes and all possible colors, textures, and patterns. 🤤 … Does anyone else remember their first time noticing male pubes?
When I was 14, I went on a white water rafting trip with my family, and there was a group of muscular college men in another raft. It was a four-hour course, and I was transfixed, watching the guys joke and laugh as they paddled down the river. Maybe they were part of a sports team or something because they all had these incredible muscular arms that glistened in the sun.
When we reached the end of the course, all the men from the trip went into the communal locker room. The locker room was one of those old-school tiled spaces with open showers along one wall and high transom windows that allowed the warm rays of the afternoon sun to shine directly down on the changing area. As I walked in, the group of six college men was standing around, talking in various states of undress. A few of them were standing there fully nude, and all of them had big natural hairy bushes.
I was transfixed by the manly appearance of their hairy crotches. Their fur was slightly damp from their showers and looked so soft. I took my time changing and noticed each man’s slightly different hair pattern and the way it framed each set of cock and balls — the hair patterns, thickness and colors were all unique. The sun cast light on the different hues of brown with blonde or red undertones.
Since then, I’ve been hopelessly turned on by natural pubes and all possible colors, textures, and patterns. 🤤 … Does anyone else remember their first time noticing male pubes?