It’s All About the Fur

It’s All About the Fur

Yea, everybody’s hardwired for a certain type and I respect that. But sorry, smooth guys, while I certainly wouldn’t kick you out of bed ( I had two of them over the holiday weekend and had a great time) if I had my choice between a so-so guy with a so-so body who was hairy, and a smooth-as-silk guy with a face and body by God, I’d grab the fur ball any day of the week. Even the hint of chest hair sticking out of the top of a guy’s T-shirt or a pair of furry forearms or – shit! – hairy muscular legs on some jogger – is enough to get my motor running.

Debunking some out-of-date Freudian psychology, I think I’m a str8 gay man today and unloaded any sissy boy tendencies I may have had a long time ago because I had no interest in mimicing my mother but definitely worshipped my father. He was a humpy hairy fuck and, I’m not ashamed to admit, my first sex object. I saw him near naked or naked more than a young boy should see his dad (no, he wasn’t a pedophile

Furball me
Furball me

–  I just got lucky), and jerked off over him before I did any other fantasy man in my life. I also inherited his Slavic hirsute genes. While I felt awkward in high school when I took my shirt off for gym, a few years later after I started playing the scene and saw how much my fur turned other guys on, I became a certified exhibitionist. Down here in Florida, I don’t frequent a bar unless I can leave my T-shirt in the car.

Bottom line, as best as my self-psychoanalysis goes, I think I’m attracted first and foremost to furry guys either because I was infatuated sexually with my father, or because I’m in love with myself and searching for my clone.  Take your pick.

So what’s so hot about hair?

In my mind, and I know a lot of you smooth guys or into smooth guys will rightly disagree, body hair on a str8 gay guy (nothing will save a furry queen) is the ultimate in masculinity. For me, it separates the men from the boys and certainly the men from the girls. (Except for those poor Sicilian girls I knew on Staten Island, the most Italian American county in the U.S., who buy Nair by the truckload.)

Secondly, there’s nothing quite as sensual for me as running my fingers through a guy’s furry chest hairs or across his fuzzy abs even if he has a bit of a belly. Hell, I give myself a hard-on just doing it to myself in the morning. Chest, arms, abs, legs, shoulders, back, butt, I want it all. In fact, when it comes to fucking, I have a hard time keeping Mr. Peter stiff unless he and I are feeling a furry butt.

I know and I’ve met hairy guys who only want them smooth – when I hit them up, it’s “thanks but no thanks, buddy” – and smooth guys who go ga-ga over furry men (there’s at least one smooth Asian a week on the web who wants to support me). Ah, but when two furry guys dig each other, well, that’s magic. That why either by luck or design, all my current fuck buddies are furry.

Mack who I wrote about in my two part series, “Being A Daddy: Variations On A Theme”   (  ), is by far the furriest of the group and really digs all my fur as much as I do his. Both of our pelts are soft to the touch which makes them mutually super sensual. Christ, I keep talking about looking for my clone and while he’s a bit taller than me – who isn’t – and broader, Matt comes pretty close to my ideal hirsute man, with the added benefit of a brain and handsome, handsome black Irish looks and piercing blue eyes. He’s also got what I call the magic triangle. When I’m making love to his dick (if I like a cock, I don’t suck it, I worship it), all I see is fur, muscular hairy thighs on either side of me (I’m a leg man), hairy balls and even hair

My # 1 furball buddy
My # 1 furball buddy

spouting from his shaft, a dense bush and abs covered in fur which continues like the Amazon rain forest up to his chest and shoulders. As beautiful a sight aesthetically as it is sexual, like admiring Michelangelo’s David Matt is what bear used to mean when I came out in the seventies.

Now, it’s true while a lot of guys love back fur, I’ll get my back clipped during those hot sweaty months though guys who love fur love my back hair so go figure. But I have only one thing to say to those guys who shave their bodies or – God help them – permanently obliterate their fur with a laser because they think that’s sexier:


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