I Wax Guys' Privates for a Living. true confession

I was 18 years old when I moved to Los Angeles from the Midwest. I had decided to become a professional waxer—my mother is an aesthetician, so I was familiar with the business—and I knew Los Angeles would have a never-ending supply of wannabe starlets and trophy wives who needed to be groomed. Now, five years later, business is booming: I’m never without a torso, face, or butt to wax. But back when I was 18, I never would have guessed what I would be waxing more than any other body part. Balls.


The first time a guy walked into my room, I was so terrified, I could hardly see straight—not good when you’re combining hot wax and family jewels. I was 19, and the client was about 40. He looked like a straight-laced accountant: clean-shaven with neatly pressed clothes. I figured he wanted his private parts to be as impeccable as the rest of him. The sum total of my experience with waxing male genitalia consisted of watching one short video about it at beauty school. Thing is, you can only master a delicate procedure like that by actually doing it. The result? The accountant’s balls were flaming red by the time I was through with him. I removed at least one layer of skin and no doubt left him limping for days...but he didn’t complain. As my waxing skills improved, I got more confident doing the few guys I saw. Then a year ago, I started working at a brand-new salon that marketed itself to both men and women. I told the owners that I was an expert man waxer—a little bit of a fib—and so I became the go-to girl for handling dudes. Well, we couldn’t believe how many men started showing up to the salon. I think guys just needed a place that advertised specifically to them so that they didn’t feel like waxing was only for chicks. Most of the guys who come in are straight, successful, and good-looking. Sometimes I Google them and find out that they’re prominent entertainment executives and lawyers. They’re often married with kids. One of my favorite clients is a gorgeous Italian guy who’s rich, cocky, and flirtatious. I do his chest first, and while I do, I give him a little towel so he can cover up his privates, but he always tosses it aside and lies there with everything on display. He knows he is well-endowed and has a sick body, and he clearly loves to taunt me with it. Sadly, he has a girlfriend, so I can only hope they’ll break up when he realizes his perfect woman has had her face buried in his crotch all along.
Story by The sexologist...