If you’re a pig like me, you know that smelling soapy just-out-of-the-shower fresh can be very overrated. I think it’s fair to say that most of us were raised to “wash the stink off” after getting sweaty. Much money is made by selling us colognes that supposedly make us smell like men. Newsflash: Men do smell like men. In my twenties, before these notions were even kernels of thought in my head, I wore deodorant and cologne, covering up my pheromones. It’s amazing how our tastes change. I remember a conversation with my sister when I was only in my teens, she in her twenties. We humorously asked each other what we thought the grossest body part was. I immediately blurted “armpits!” She paused, tilted her head thoughtfully and said “I think they’re kind of hot.”
Well men, now, in my late thirties, I think they’re fucking out-of-this world hot.
I love Winter, I love cold weather, I’m the kind of guy who would like to visit a northern country rather than a tropical paradise. But the one saving grace about Summer is this: men wearing tank tops. You get to see so much free pit. Sweaty pit, where the hair curls due to the wetness. (OK folks, this is an all out paean to pits. It’s going to be graphic and if this isn’t your fetish, you might want to flip over to a different essay).
In Summer, I sweat too, and I have to say, I love my own sweaty pits. Even in a t-shirt, seeing the sweat stains is enough to make me animalistic. How do your pits smell Jason? Thank you for asking! But the answer is complicated.
In some eastern religions, many gods exist. I think some of those gods are sex gods, and I do not say that sacrilegiously. Not in the slightest. Rather I mean it as a Thank You. Some days, the pit gods are on my side, and my pits have the perfect level of hot, male pheromones giving off a male scent that can make a 6 foot, 180lb man like myself buckle at the knees.
I was chatting with an xtube buddy who says he never wears deodorant, as he loves his own smell too. I do wear deodorant to work, but never to the Eagle, natch. But I’m on a short holiday from work as I write this, so I’m experimenting with not wearing deodorant, and more to the point, not washing the pits when in the shower at all. And you know what? Yesterday, my pits smelled of suntan lotion. What the hell did I eat that my pits would smell of suntan lotion in December? There was a time I remember in my twenties when for about a month, my pits smelled of salted sunflower seeds. It’s as if my pits have multiple personalities. Today, thankfully, my pits don’t smell of suntan lotion, but I’m quite disappointed as they smell, well, clean. And I worked out this morning and everything! The pit gods have some explaining to do.
While I love a ripe-smelling pit, I feel differently about the smell of other parts of the body. I like a clean ass whether that ass is my own or another man’s. I like a clean smelling cock, but lord almighty, I have a lot of friends who like the musky, odorous ones.
At the gym, some of the true bodybuilders shave everything, including their pits. I understand that this is to reveal the muscles. For me, it lessens my attraction to them, as if they’ve cut off a part of their manhood.
So Jason, what do you like to do sexually with pits? Oh, what great questions you’re asking! Here’s a laundry list: bury your face or cock in them; eat them out, have yours eaten out and then kiss; spit in them; piss in them; cum in them, and leave it there to dry until morning. There is an added bonus when a man has his arm up waiting for your eager mouth: His shoulder muscles and biceps are perfectly flexed and displayed. It’s heaven on a platter. I might even go so far to say that the sight of a man with his arm up and his pits on display is a greater turn on for me than the sight of his cock. Well, it’s a close draw in any case.
However, not all pit scents are created equal. Some men have a naturally wonderful aroma, and yet we’ve all smelled men that were too funky for us (but maybe not for another?). I have one friend who says that one day of sweat on man is good but no more. I have other friends who seek out men who haven’t bathed in a week. At a bar I frequent, there is a hot hot hot bartender who is hairy and always shirtless. You know he’s working the moment you walk in the small bar because his scent is that pervasive. And I can’t really tell you if I like his pungent aroma or not. Is it “clean” sweat (whatever that means), or is it too much?
Someone once asked me if writing so in depth about my sexuality took away some of the mystery for me. Au contraire. I could write and read about sexuality until my dying day and I will never quite get past the mystery and wonder of it all. If I had this all figured out, if the mystery was gone, I wouldn’t put pen to paper about it.
At the time of this writing, there are not a lot of public comments on my blog, but I do get the most wonderful emails from readers who privately share their own stories and opinions with me. Every time I get an email from one of you, it’s like Christmas morning. And what you and my friends here in town show me is that there is a vast array of preferences, opinions, feelings and perceptions. My truths are just one version of the truth – how exciting! And my fetishes may not be yours. But the one common thread is that we are a brotherhood of men who respect the gift of sexuality – even when it leaves us feeling bewitched, bothered and bewildered.
So tell me – what’s your fetish?