When I was just entering puberty I noticed coarse black hairs growing near my penis. Now, many years later, I know that I could have reacted with pride. I could have said, “Hey Dad, look at this! I’m becoming a man!” But I didn’t. I was horrified. I plucked them out with a tweezer. They kept coming back. I accepted the inevitable and soon had a tangle of hair down there. Fast forward more than sixty years. My cock is in a cage and I shave my pubic hair. I love feeling my silky smoothness just after I’ve shaved and I love the way my wife runs her hand over my nakedness. Way back when I was a kid the pattern of who I am was there to be seen. My life would have been much different if I hadn’t been crippled with shame. Finally, I embrace my kinky nature.
Good for you. Go and live and be free. Some of us will always be watching from our window being jealous.
JOtter, I totally relate to "being jealous." My sex/ kink life is very tame (by my standards). My mouth drools when I read about some of the exploits described on these pages but I, and my wife, have come a long way in the last ten years. I have found that as I have gotten past my shame and have been able to describe to my wife what turns me on she has responded ... reasonably well. I'm not getting everything I want, that's for sure, but I'm getting enough to slake my thirst.