Men getting their ass waxed?

If you do waxing for a living, or if you're a man who's had their ass waxed, or even if you know a man who has well enough to know some of the detail of the process, I'd really like to hear about how it's done. Story research, honest!

(pm me if you're shy 'bout it!)

Hey, I have a friend that is an esthetician, skin care , waxing and the such.
She hasn't givin a guy a brazilian yet and she really is trying to convince me to let her do it. But, you know... I've seen Dues Bigalow and Hitch. I'm not so sure. I would really like to hear about other's experiences before I let anyone, no matter how good looking she is, rip hair off of my asshole.

To me, that's creepy.

ass wax

it's not all that bad. i've had a brazilian and it didn't bother me at all. the only part that even remotely hurt was right between the cock and balls. i took 2 tylenol 30 minutes before i went in and all was well.

pm me back if you need anything else.

I shave to remain smooth. Have a friend that gets waxed, seems to like it. Said the first time was nervous and hurt a bit, but since then no problems, goes in every 3-4 weeks.

I would cry like a baby till I died.

I've been getting waxed for years.

I first tried removing my body hair when I used to do a lot of exercise as a student : when I got sweaty the hairs on my inner thighs & between my buttocks used to chafe, so I bought an epilator. The results felt great - beautifully smooth - & it felt amazing when my girlfriend stroked my ass. And it helped with the chafing too ;-)

By the time I left uni I'd got out of the habit, and even then I'd never done anything with my pubic hair. But a few years later I started trimming my pubes with scissors - I'm not sure why, it was just a bit kinky I guess & I liked the idea.

Initially I'd just shorten all the hair around my cock and balls, usually sat on the toilet to catch the hair. With scissors this was a little hazardous and I got little nicks on my scrotum on quite a few occasions. (In case you were in any doubt, with so many veins in your genitals, even the tiniest cut on your sack bleeds profusely and it used to take several minutes of pinching the skin really hard to stop it.)

After that I guess shaving was a natural progression. First it was just my balls (tidying the hair round my cock with scissors), then between my ass cheeks, and finally progressing to giving myself a Brazilian shave. I loved the way it looked and felt, especially during sex. On a couple of occasions I also experimented with a Hollywood, but the aesthetics didn't really work for me.

(On a side note, one of the women I was sleeping with around this time also kept her bush neatly trimmed, which ended with us shaving each other. There is nothing in the world I find more erotic than shaving a woman's pussy! The intimacy and trust are almost better than the subsequent sex.)

The thing that didn't really work for me with shaving was the stubble, especially around the base of my cock and perineum.

Inspired by an item on men's hair removal on daytime TV and a documentary about body image with men (the first time I'd heard of BCS waxing) I eagerly sought out a salon that would do full body waxing. The one I found (Sugar Shop in London) is very obviously aimed at gay men, both in terms of its ambience & the fact that all the staff are male & very camp. It was a very relaxed atmosphere & I was shown into a treatment room, asked what I wanted doing & whether I'd had it done before, and then left to undress.

Swathed in a white, fluffy towel, I lay on the treatment bench, face down, a little nervous. Shortly, the therapist returned & explained the procedure. He then exposed my ass & started by washing my buttocks, inner thighs and crack. For a straight guy, having a gay man run his hand between your legs and across your ring for the first time could, I guess, could easily feel a little threatening, but my therapist was very professional & I had no sense that this was anything more to him than another day at the office.

From where he washed me, there had obviously been an assumption from our initial conversation that I wanted all of my buttocks sugared. (As you may have guessed from the shops name, they used hot sugar syrup rather than wax, supposedly because it sticks to the skin less.) So I explained it was just to be my crack itself and the small amount of hair immediately above my cleft. After a quick discussion of the precise limits of hair to be stripped, these areas were dutifully talc’ed and I was instructed to raise myself onto all fours with my legs apart, so as to spread my ass cheeks. The increased homoeroticism of this situation was not lost on me, but thankfully my dick remained entirely flaccid, if not embracing shy!

As the therapist gently pulled my cheeks still further apart, he applied the first spatula of molten sugar. It was hot, but far from unpleasant. A strip of cotton was then pressed firmly into my crack, the skin pulled tight and FUCK ME THAT HURT. A moment later, as the second strip of sugar was being applied, it occurred to me that, whilst it had most certainly been decidedly uncomfortable, having the hair ripped from my ass for the first time was not nearly as painful as I had expected. Needless to say I didn't really have time to fully contemplate this before the second strip of hair was torn from my proffered ass.

In what I guess was about 10 minutes, the whole of my crack and lower back was perfectly smooth. For the removal of hair from my perineum, I was instructed to pull my cock hard forward so as to keep my sack taught. And to remove the hair from the centre of my crack, where the buttocks actually meet, a different technique was used. Here, rather than spreading on wax with a spatula and then removing it with a cotton strip, a much ticker sugar paste was pressed into the fold and pulled out directly. This included directly around my anus, and having warm paste pressed up against my ring was far from unpleasant. To finish, the excess sugar was washed away and moisturiser applied to my ass.

Cheeks stripped bare, I was instructed to turn over onto my back, offering my therapist his first glimpse of my retreating manhood. Despite the room being plenty warm enough, having your nether region sugared seems to have the same effect as diving into cold water – one’s genitals retreat as much as possible. Whilst I am neither particularly well endowed nor stunted, my cock must have seemed somewhat modest in size, but I guessed he was used to such sights ... and anyway, I was not there to impress him with my member. Without untoward comment, he again reached for the soapy flannel and washed around my cock, balls and pubis. As previously, it possibly should have seemed uncomfortable or even threatening to have a gay man ministering to my genitals, but it felt neither particularly inappropriate nor arousing.

And so, with legs spread apart, we continued, now with the therapist pulling my cock and balls around to keep the skin tight for himself. I was surprised to find that my scrotum, normally one of the most sensitive areas of my crotch, was one of the least painful areas to have sugared. And in contrast, what might be considered my bikini line (above and to the side of my shaft) was by far the worst and rather than being uncomfortable, this was genuinely painful.

I was pleasantly surprised by the unexpected attention to detail, with every hair being removed, including the few hairs along my dick and around its root. However, being inexperienced in such matters, I had been resolutely staring at the ceiling whilst he sugared me, and I did not therefore anticipate the diminutive tuft with which he left me – little more than a small tuft, merely an inch wide and starting at least half an inch above the base of my cock. I was a little alarmed at this as it was significantly less than I had intended, but it was far too late to do anything about it, so there seemed little point in complaining.

Having been asked to inspect the finished article, I was once more washed clean, moisturised, and left to dress. I could then appreciate the full extent of my newly bare flesh for the first time – the amazing smoothness, the fact that with such a tiny amount of pubic hair, no one could hope to miss it ... and the intense burning sensation of my abused skin.

Once home, my first action was to instantly strip and inspect my self more thoroughly. A thorough job had indeed been done, my skin was very red and uncomfortable, and although my pubes were far less in evidence than I had intended, I was very pleased with the result ... so I masturbated.

In the next few days, the inflammation calmed down, and I was left with a fantastically smooth cock, balls and ass. There was no doubt in my mind that I would continue to have my pubes removed this way.


Over the next year or so I happily visited the Sugar Shop on several occasions, but one of the downsides was the expense. It seemed to vary slightly from visit to visit but, even with the use of their loyalty card, I was never charged less than 45gbp. Having found the price for a female bikini wax could be as little as 15 gbp, his seemed quite a lot to me, so I was keen to find out whether anyone did it for less.

By chance I passed Nickel Spa in Covent Garden, and checking their website later, was pleased to find they would also do BCS waxing. So the next time my pubes became a little unsightly I booked a visit. Rather than aiming themselves at the gay market, Nickel seem more inclined towards London’s metrosexuals and I was pleased to be asked whether I would rather have a male or female practitioner. Although I have no issue being so manipulated by another man, I opted for a female therapist, I confess, with the hope that she would be attractive and that I might get some cheap thrill out of exposing myself to and having my cock and balls handled by a woman.

Being a bit of a closet exhibitionist, whenever I have been waxed, I have always worn a thong. Whilst this is far from the most comfortable underwear when one’s crotch is inflamed, it does give me a dirty little thrill to make sure that it is sat obviously on top of my pile clothes when the therapist enters the room.

Since it is necessary when getting your crotch waxed to remove your shirt & underwear to avoid getting wax on them, this has always felt an entirely natural thing to do. I have, however, always wondered about the etiquette of removing one's socks: it seems entirely unnecessary, yet wearing only socks has always felt very, very wrong to me. So I have always stripped completely, and hoped the person waxing me did not see this as excessive.

But back to Nickel.
In contrast to the Sugar Shop, Nickel is much more spacious, smarter, and a thoroughly classy salon. Other than waxing, they also offer massage, skin therapies and have an extensive range of their own male grooming products. My therapist was not quite the nymphomanic porn star I might have hoped for, but a homely girl in her 20s with a friendly disposition ... so I was not too disappointed.

Her technique was slightly different to the Sugar Shop: waxing rather than sugaring, bending in close to my crotch to inspect for the odd missed hair and then removing it with tweezers, having no need to put me on all fours and getting me to pull my own cock and sack around to keep the skin taught rather than handling me too much herself. She is a thankfully also a little more conservative with the Brazilian “landing strip” she leaves me with, leaving it about the same with as my balls, a look I far prefer.

And I could tell you more but I have, I suspect has gone on long enough for now. If you would like to know more, or ask me about anything I’ve not covered, feel free to PM me. I hope this has been of help.

(BTW - something about the forum wouldn't let me PM you.)

I don't have a lot of body hair to begin with.