Hey, Alek, you want us to, you know, weed-whack at all?" Dante tugged at his pubic hair. "Clip the curlies."
"Uh, no. Our members prefer natural hair. Are both of you...?"
"Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen. My brother taught me."
Jesus. "I'm not." Griff's eyes bulged. He'd never thought about trimming down there.
Dante gave his crotch a once over. "Griff's pretty neat on his own. Scottish hedge!

Author: Damon Suede

Hey, Alek, you want us to, you know, weed-whack at all?" Dante tugged at his pubic hair. "Clip the curlies."<br />"Uh, no. Our members prefer natural hair. Are both of you...?"<br />"Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen. My brother taught me."<br />Jesus. "I'm not." Griff's eyes bulged. He'd never thought about trimming down there.<br />Dante gave his crotch a once over. "Griff's pretty neat on his own. Scottish hedge! - Damon Suede

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