Someone from the group messaged me and asked me about one of my comments regarding hairy chests. I explained that my father and brothers all had hairy chests, as did I. All of us are or were at varying degrees of baldness. He asked if being proud of a hairy chest ever came up in conversation. It didn't ever.
As I was responding to his questions, I realized how free the men in my family were. We had one bathroom, which only had a tub and a hand-held hose. It was not uncommon for one of us brothers or even my father to walk in to take a piss while we were in the bathtub. The way the tub was situated to the toilet, you could not see into the bathtub, nor could you see the other taking a piss. As my brothers were in their late teens when I was 5-7 years old, I realized that I made a habit of walking in on my brothers and taking a bath so I could see them. Ok, not just them but what they were packing and if their chests were hairy. Still, it was not a big deal because we were so uninhibited. I was their little brother and was a pain in their ass!
On the other side of that story is the one about my father. No need to gasp. My father would spend long amounts of time on the toilet doing puzzles or reading, and sometimes I would lose track of where he was and walk in on him as we never locked the bathroom door in our house. This was because there was no lock. I had also seen my dad and brothers shirtless, so I knew they all had hairy chests. My dad was just more like the missing link.
When I hit 9th grade, my chest hair began to appear slowly. At first, it was not a big deal, but when I was in 11th grade, my chest hair was beginning to get thicker and darker. Now I was embarrassed by my chest hair and had a real problem taking off my shirt in public. And as stupid as this may sound, I also hated cleaning up my cum from my chest hair. By the time I was in 12th grade, I somehow ended up in a gym class with 90% of the hard-core jocks in my school. I noticed on the first day of gym class, when it was time to hit the showers, that there were plenty of guys with chest hair. One in particular still sticks in my mind. He was Italian and very tan and had this amazing hairy chest. We also had a state champion wrestler who was blonde and had a very blonde hairy chest. That year, I began to feel better about my hairy chest.
I managed to make it all through college until I secured my first job. There was an adult bookstore near my house, and I began to frequent it. I also started buying and watching porn. I noticed that almost all the men had hairless chests. Of course, I did not, and I wanted that to change. I guess I have always been a frustrated porn star. I guess in some way, it was good I was not blessed with an 8" dick because I probably would have ended up doing porn. I began to shave my chest, which at some point became a pain. I should mention that I also had some hair on my back by this time. I found a dermatologist who removed hair permanently with a laser. I was making decent money and had some with which to play. I decided to get the hair on my back removed. As those treatments were nearing an end, I asked about my chest hair. They said they could remove as much of it as I wanted. I went on to have that hair removed down to my pubic bone. The hair stayed away for many years.
Just a few years ago, it began growing back slowly. At first, I shaved it, but then I noticed that many of the guys in porn were starting to have hairy chests again. Not only hairy chests but also beards. The more I looked, the more I found these men to be really sexy. I grew out my beard and let my chest hair grow back in. I still have the beard and usually have the chest hair, though now my chest hair is really fine, so it looks kind of dumb. I am less freaked out about it than I used to be. Just recently, my friend's husband was swimming. I had never seen him shirtless before. He is a hot guy, for sure. I noticed that, like me, he shaved his head and beard but also shaved his chest.
I just can't seem to get on one side of this debate. Maybe I am a fence rider and now always like the choice of hair chest or no hairy chest. I chuckle because now I really don't care if my cum gets all mixed in with my hair; I often just rub it in.
As I was responding to his questions, I realized how free the men in my family were. We had one bathroom, which only had a tub and a hand-held hose. It was not uncommon for one of us brothers or even my father to walk in to take a piss while we were in the bathtub. The way the tub was situated to the toilet, you could not see into the bathtub, nor could you see the other taking a piss. As my brothers were in their late teens when I was 5-7 years old, I realized that I made a habit of walking in on my brothers and taking a bath so I could see them. Ok, not just them but what they were packing and if their chests were hairy. Still, it was not a big deal because we were so uninhibited. I was their little brother and was a pain in their ass!
On the other side of that story is the one about my father. No need to gasp. My father would spend long amounts of time on the toilet doing puzzles or reading, and sometimes I would lose track of where he was and walk in on him as we never locked the bathroom door in our house. This was because there was no lock. I had also seen my dad and brothers shirtless, so I knew they all had hairy chests. My dad was just more like the missing link.
When I hit 9th grade, my chest hair began to appear slowly. At first, it was not a big deal, but when I was in 11th grade, my chest hair was beginning to get thicker and darker. Now I was embarrassed by my chest hair and had a real problem taking off my shirt in public. And as stupid as this may sound, I also hated cleaning up my cum from my chest hair. By the time I was in 12th grade, I somehow ended up in a gym class with 90% of the hard-core jocks in my school. I noticed on the first day of gym class, when it was time to hit the showers, that there were plenty of guys with chest hair. One in particular still sticks in my mind. He was Italian and very tan and had this amazing hairy chest. We also had a state champion wrestler who was blonde and had a very blonde hairy chest. That year, I began to feel better about my hairy chest.
I managed to make it all through college until I secured my first job. There was an adult bookstore near my house, and I began to frequent it. I also started buying and watching porn. I noticed that almost all the men had hairless chests. Of course, I did not, and I wanted that to change. I guess I have always been a frustrated porn star. I guess in some way, it was good I was not blessed with an 8" dick because I probably would have ended up doing porn. I began to shave my chest, which at some point became a pain. I should mention that I also had some hair on my back by this time. I found a dermatologist who removed hair permanently with a laser. I was making decent money and had some with which to play. I decided to get the hair on my back removed. As those treatments were nearing an end, I asked about my chest hair. They said they could remove as much of it as I wanted. I went on to have that hair removed down to my pubic bone. The hair stayed away for many years.
Just a few years ago, it began growing back slowly. At first, I shaved it, but then I noticed that many of the guys in porn were starting to have hairy chests again. Not only hairy chests but also beards. The more I looked, the more I found these men to be really sexy. I grew out my beard and let my chest hair grow back in. I still have the beard and usually have the chest hair, though now my chest hair is really fine, so it looks kind of dumb. I am less freaked out about it than I used to be. Just recently, my friend's husband was swimming. I had never seen him shirtless before. He is a hot guy, for sure. I noticed that, like me, he shaved his head and beard but also shaved his chest.
I just can't seem to get on one side of this debate. Maybe I am a fence rider and now always like the choice of hair chest or no hairy chest. I chuckle because now I really don't care if my cum gets all mixed in with my hair; I often just rub it in.