My name is TREVOR. Have you ever eaten someone’s pubic hair? I have many times and I love it. My taste for crotch clippings came one night quite some time ago. I was riding around an industrial part of town just as I’ve described in other confessions I’ve posted. I had the top off the car, my clothes were off as well. The interior light was on in the car, and I travelled down the road sporting a rock hard b**** while fapping and showing off to passers-by. In this area it was common for guys in trucks and big semi rigs, motorcycles, jeeps, and SUVs to be coming and going with regularity. So I decided to make that my play area for the night. I had a fake license plate specially made for the front of my car that said “GAY BOY” because its important to let people know who you are and what you’re all about. I always felt that by having that displayed, allowed others when they see it to be able to approach me if they wish and ask anything. No pretenses. Just complete openness. It opened a lot of doors and It saved a lot of time. On nights like that, I would drive along in one direction, while vehicles coming in the opposite direction toward me could clearly read it. They would often flick their lights at me or honk their horn. This night, when one of the truckers going by did that very thing, I made a quick U-turn since the road was empty and dark and i followed along behind him. He pumped his brake lights a few times and i responded by flashing my lights at him then eventually he pulled over on the side of the road near a deserted office plaza. I did the same. I always sit and wait for a moment in a situation like that to see if they wish to make the first move or expect me to. I was surprised. He wasted no time exiting his rig and walked back to where i was. I had my seat adjusted slightly reclined, my legs were spread and I was slowly stroking my d***. When he arrived at my car he casually looked down at my d*** and then back at me and asked. What’s up”? Without missing a beat I responded “I’m just looking for some d*** to s***”. He seemed taken aback by my quick and candid straightforwardness, but I can’t imagine why, seeing as how I was sitting there roadside with my pants off and c*** to the sky. He smiled and said “That’s nice, dude. I wouldn’t mind having mine sucked”. I then asked him if he had a place we could go and he told me to just follow him back down the road that he just came from. He went back to his truck and I followed. We soon found our way to a small building off the road near an old run down area. We both got out of our vehicles. Him in blue jeans and a black t shirt and me wearing nothing but a smile, a tan, and an erection with a great pair of Nike’s. We walked toward the door and I stood there while he fumbled around in his pocket and occasionally glancing at my c***. As it turned out he had a key to the place because the office belonged to the company he worked for and he was one of three people who had a key. He unlocked and opened the door and we went in. I sat down, and he asked me if I would mind him taking a a quick shower in the back bathroom. I told him it was no bother and I waited there on the pretentiously tacky and red contemporary fake leather sofa. I looked around the room familiarizing myself with it and passed the quiet moments by stroking my wiener. When he finally returned he walked toward me with an impressive b**** and stood in front of me essentially giving me an eye level view of his groin. I patted the seat next to me inviting him to sit down. He did and that’s when I got down on the floor between his legs. I took his d*** in my hand as we began talking. He of course asked all the obvious questions such as, do I do this very often, and how long have I been doing it. During our exchange I asked him if his shower felt good. He said yes and I explained to him that it really wasn’t necessary to take a shower on my account. He then mentioned that he wished he had time to trim and manscape while in there but he didn’t want me to have to wait too long for him. I told him it was fine. I wasn’t in the least bit bothered by his p****. At this point I hadn’t begun sucking him off yet. I was simply stroking and fondling him while we briefly chatted and that’s when it occurred to me to ask him, “Would you like for me to trim your p**** for you? While you just sit there and relax I would love to manscape you.” He liked the idea and immediately returned to the bathroom to retrieve a razor, and a small pair of scissors. When he returned he hurriedly sat down, positioned himself comfortably, with legs spread, p**** hard and balls hung low, as I began cutting his thick curly bush of light brown hair. I would trim a sizable nap of it, set it aside, and then continue on again with thinning it out. He was obviously turned on by this because his c*** had a glistening wetness on the tip of it and I would occasionally lean over and kiss the head in order to taste his precum. He then looked down at me and mentioned that there was a trash can beside the desk to dispose of the clippings. I then looked at him and said there was no need as I reached for the tangled pubic hairball. I then looked up at him, explained to him that I have a few very odd s***** interests, and opened my lips wide to place his former crotch clippings in my mouth. I swished the hairs around in my mouth sucking and chewing on them as he watched with a grin of amusement and with the wide eyes of wild desire. I then opened my mouth and let him see all the curly strands of his body carpet on my tongue before I closed my mouth and swallowed. I was extremely turned on by doing this. I loved the texture of his course curly f*** fur but was disappointed that he had washed prior to my consuming it because I would have much preferred to taste the natural flavors of his body. I then asked him to raise his arms and I anxiously cut his armpit hair rather short and set the mess of follicular fuzz aside till I was ready for it. He then stood up, turned around, and got on his knees on the sofa with his a** in my face. He then began asking me to trim the hair from his b***-crack as well. so I spread his cheeks and gently ran the razor down both sides of his a****** till it was smooth. I then licked his a** and sucked his tightly puckered manhole for a minute. Then I wiped all the hair off the razor and unto the sofa beside the armpit pile. He stood up again, turned back around and said “Let’s see you eat my a** hair now.” Little did he know that I could hardly wait to do just that as I grabbed the wirey wad of thistle like strands. I opened my mouth once again in anticipation of oral adventure and placed his bristly tuft of b*** wool on my tongue, chewed it for a while, swirling it around in my warm wet face c***, then i gulped it down with a sense of great satisfaction. This continued on with his armpit hair and by then we were both excited to fever pitch from all the unusual and arousing antics. So, I of course wasted no time sucking him off and swallowing his load of creamy c*** custard. We then wrapped up the night and I gave him my phone number in the hopes of future hook-ups. And I was not disappointed. There were many more midnight meetings to come. And since that night I have gladly taken on yet another fun paraphilia, the love of snacking on a guys sweaty pubic hair. I’ve eaten it in a natural wad of tendrilled tresses. I’ve sprinkled it in salads. On top of frozen yogurt. And I’ve put it in soup. There is nothing more tantalizing than the ripe smell of a**, the pungent smell of armpit, and the musky smell of crotch all clinging to the strands of body hairs freshly trimmed from a h**** males body. My mouth is watering just thinking of it. I think it’s about time for a snack.