My bum was one of the first places I grew hair when I started on my journey through puberty. In the locker room one day after track practice, some lad started teasing me about my fuzzy butt. I was hugely embarrassed and humiliated until a big strapping senior told him to knock it off and leave me alone.
Needless to say, I had a crush on my rescuer until he graduated, although I suspect he barely knew I existed. He sometimes would nod at me when passing in the hallway but that was about it. When I grew a little older and wiser, I often wondered if the senior was secretly attracted to a furry male ass and didn't like to see one belittled. Alas I'll never know because I only remember his first name.
When I gained weight during my thirties, most of the hair disappeared on my ass as it did on much of my torso. Once I started working out religiously and lost all the weight, the hair returned. I think my bum is now hairier than it's ever been. I know some blokes are turned off by fuzzy buns, but I'm not one of them. My boyfriend has told me many times that my hirsute buns were one of the first things he admired about me, so I have no complaints.