While I was out in LaLa Land, fucking with the stars, Connor mentioned that I should see his waxologist. You see, he was practically hairless except for his head, eyebrows and lashes. Not even pit hair, no furry nest at the base of his less than spectacular dick. He really reminded me of some kind of mutant. What the fuck is a waxologist? A service technician specializing in removing body hair. Apparently by body hair offended my sorta “in the closet” fuck buddy and soon to be star of “Rage – The Movie.” Brian never seemed to have a problem with my body hair, or his for that matter. I think he was scared of someone with a razor or scissors near the family jewels or should I say jewel now. Back to my encounter with waxology. Connor set up an appointment for the both of us. We arrived at the salon a few minutes before our appointments and directed to changing rooms. Then we were instructed to remove our clothing and don a sarong-like thingy like a towel. I felt like I was off to the slaughter. Since this was my first time at the waxologist, Connor went first and told the technician that he wanted me to watch the procedure. The technician seemed like he wanted an audience. He probably wanted a three-way, but I don’t think so. He wasn’t that hot. So Connor stretches out on a table similar to a massage table. There was a table next to it like at the dentist office with the instruments of torture in full view. The electrified pot of wax, the fabric or paper strips, the applicator sticks. Techie (I never did catch his name) had Connor lay on his stomach and started applying the waxy substance to Connor’s ass cheeks. Smear on the wax, smooth on the fabric strips, then RRRIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPP and the hair came out by the root. The ass was finished and on to the back of Connor’s legs. Smear, smooth, RIP. Luckily Connor had a hair-free back. Then Connor was instructed to turn over on his back. Holding his arms straight out, the armpit hair was given the treatment. Then his legs. By this time, I was starting to get a queasy stomach. Connor had a patch of hair on his chest similar to Michael’s. I refer to it as his “chest rat.” Smear, smooth, RIP. That RIP sound kept getting louder, at least in my head. I didn’t think I could go through with this. Then Techie moved down to what I refer to as the tender bits. The bikini line, cock nest, balls, perineum, and hole. Real tender. It’s one thing to suck and fondle and lick and penetrate said cock and hole, but it’s quite another to RIP hair out by the root. Connor positioned his legs in something that looked like it was from a torture chamber, or maybe an OB-GYN’s office, as Daphne described the contraption to me after her last visit to the doctor. TMI – too much information. Anyway, Techie started with Connor’s hole. Smear, smooth, and RIP. I thought I heard a moan. Then the next strip was applied to the perineum, just shy of his balls. Smear, smooth, RRIIIPPPPP. I definitely heard a moan with a hint of pain. Techie then explained he would move to the bikini line and nest. Since there wasn’t much hair actually showing, the wax was applied, smoothed out and RIP. I felt that right in my own groin area. I thought I was going to puke. Finally, it was time for the balls. Smaller strips of fabric were applied to the wax on Connor’s balls. RRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. A definite shout of pain and Connor rose up off of the table. This was repeated several times to make sure that the balls were totally hairless. Each time I heard the RIP, I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see any more of this. I certainly didn’t want to hear anymore even though I had my hands over my ears. I definitely was NOT having this done. No way, no how. After Connor relaxed and settled down a bit, he sat up on the table and said “Next.” “I don’t THINK so, Con.” “Justin, it only hurts bad the first time.” Techie was off to the side preparing his instruments for me and snickering to himself. I’ll bet he’s seen and heard just about anything and everything in this line of work. Well, he wasn’t going to execute his torture stratagem on me. As I continued to observe him prepping his table, I noted that he had a sly smile on his face – like a sadist. Did this fucker get off on his customer’s pain? Well, he wasn’t going to get his jollies off with me – a waxology virgin. “No, I’ve changed my mind. If Brian is OK with the hair on my body, then I am too. I’ll just trim it myself when I get back to my place.” By myself, with no audience and no comments. I grabbed my little sarongy-thing around myself and retreated to my dressing room. I was dressed in record time and waiting at the car for Connor, who walked out laughing at me. “Justin, it only hurts the first time. You get used to it after a few times.” “Nope. I’ve heard those words before about other things. But no one is going to rip the hair from my dick and balls and have fun doing it.” We rode silently back to my place. I could see him glance a look in my direction as he checked to make sure I was OK. As I exited the car, I told Connor that I’d see him at the studio later in the week. I sat on the sofa and just stared out into space. How can people put themselves through such pain – just to be hairless. To make themselves appear more attractive. Well, they could have that experience all to themselves. I would remain “furry”, as Connor put it. No one in Pittsburgh had any problem with my furriness. Especially Brian. After the plug was pulled on “Rage,” I went back to Pittsburgh and Brian. I was secretly hoping that I could fill his drawer with my drawers as he told me after the Liberty Ride. I pulled the door open to the sounds of Brian fucking. I walked closer to the bedroom, with a big grin on my face. Brian was being Brian. He had no idea I was coming home early; I wanted to surprise him. And besides, we agreed to our rules regarding fucking. After the trick was booted out the door, I helped Brian change the sheets. Dark blue ones. He said they made my eyes bluer and I looked downright sexy on them. We moved in to shower together. I don’t know who missed this more – Brian or me. He washed my body so gently, lovingly almost. Then he noticed that I was missing some fur around my cock. “Sunshine, what’s going on here? New trend brought back from sunny California.” I just glared at him and walked out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “I don’t want to talk about it, Brian.” “I’m not making fun of you Justin, just interested in what you’ve done to yourself. That’s all.” I finished drying off and stomped off to the bedroom and crawled into the middle of the dark blue clad bed. Brian followed me and slithered on top of me, kissing his way up to my neck and lips. “Justin, come on and tell me what happened? It can’t be that bad.” I lay there and rolled my eyes and shook my head at the possibility of Brian laughing at my experience. Finally, I related my experience at the personal services salon. I saw him draw his lips into his mouth like he does when he’s thinking. “Well, Justin, I’m very proud of you for standing up for your furry state. In fact, I like your furriness. I like to play with this furry spot the most,” he quipped as he ran his hand down my stomach to my cock. “I hope you plan on letting the hair grow back -- nice and bushy.” “Oh yeah. It’s scratchy and itchy when it’s this short. I don’t know how you did it when you had your surgery. But I guess shaving it was weird too.” “Yes, it was. Some big burly female nurse had to come in and prep me for surgery. I was totally mortified. She told me that she’d seen lots of dicks and balls before so it was nothing to her. I replied that it was a new experience to me. Only men get to look at and admire my cock. She told me that if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all. Then after she shaved me, she walked out laughing. Justin, I’ve never been that embarrassed in my life. Well, except for the time I went to see a waxologist. It was just after I started at Ryder’s. I had more money than I was used to. I thought I’d treat myself to a day at the gay spa down on Liberty Avenue. I’d decided to just shape up my pubes a bit. Nothing extreme. After that first application of wax and the RRRIIIIPPP that followed, I knew that this was NOT the thing for me. I would keep my body hair, and if anyone said they didn’t like it, well, fuck them. I think it takes a sadistic motherfucker to do that kind of service. So I give you a lot of credit for your non-experience with the waxologist. I like your furriness, and that’s all that matters. Besides how would anyone tell that you’re a natural blond without your bush?” “Thanks Brian for relating your experience and not laughing, too much, at me.” “Anytime, Sunshine, anytime. And if I hear you tell anyone about my experience, I’ll personally apply the wax and RRRIIIPPP you off. Especially someplace tender and would cause excruciating pain.” “Not me. Who know we had something like this in common.” “Enough talking and on to the sucking and fucking. We have lots to catch up on Sunshine.” So the kissing started. And that led to the sucking and then the fucking and rimming and then more fucking. So I lay my head down on his chest and relax. I feel sleep beginning to claim me and then I hear Brian’s slight snore. It was good to be home. Brian is my home. Whether he likes to admit it or not.