Page 21 - The Curly Armpit: A Poem

Saw a yummy, naughty picture someone posted up online,
Thought, "I love it!  Man, I want it!  Need a plan to make one mine!"

See, the pic was of an armpit, but an armpit full of curls,
It was hairy, mighty sexy with such soft, amazing swirls.

How hypnotic, so exotic, an erotic, scrumptious feast.
"I must find one!  I'll start looking!  I'll search north, south, west and east!"

Oh so fair and somewhat rare, surely thrilling to the touch,
All my body aches to find you, my tongue lusts for you so much!

Hook your curls around my warm mouth, wrap them round my tongue's wet tip,
Let me taste those twirls of beauty, let me smell 'em, suck and sip.

Are you hiding 'neath a sweater?  Covered by a business suit?
I will find you, I'll not give up my obsessive, curl pursuit.

Like Prince Charming sought the one foot that would fit that one glass shoe,
Baby, I will keep on seeking out my curly pitted you.


---  Just a silly, little ditty I wrote.  It's dedicate to all those seeking a unique thrill.

(Photos for collage and clipart both found online.)



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Page 20 - The Ultimate Choice

Was There Really Any Confusion?

Due to our parents' disapproval, Randy (my high school sweetheart) and I had to break up.  To appease my family I soon began dating my best friend, Vonda.  She was sweet, she was pretty, however she had the armpits of a girl.

Hard as I tried I could not get excited with Vonda the way I did with guys.  In attempts to stir myself up I even focused on her manly features (she had a bit of a butch streak, and her forearms had peach fuzz).  However, she was no dude so I never tried, nor had the desire to pass first base with her.

To make matters even more un-enticing, Vonda liked to wear tank tops and sleeveless blouses quite often.  "Oh great,"I thought, "our relationship is doomed!"  Her pits were very feminine, always well shaven and smooth, plus when she perspired her pits didn't smell quite as sexy nor as musky as a guy's.

For 5 years I tried to make it work with Vonda, we even got engaged, but I finally maned up and ended our romance, which was best for us both.

Nothing against my ex-fiance or any female, but to this day, the sight of lady underarms makes me queasy.  ---  So I guess there's really no doubt or choice for me, I like hombres, especially hairy-pitted ones.


(Photos of female model, confused guy and the oh so captivating Austin Palao all found online.)

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Page 19 - "I Vant to Suck Your Pits": An Armpit Poem

Greetings armpit lovers!  Here's a little Halloween inspired ditty I wrote and dedicate to all those hungry armpit lovers out there.

NOTE: It's best to read the poem it in the voice of Bela Lugosi's Dracula.

"I VANT TO SUCK YOUR PITS"
Vell hello scruffy lad, vith da teeny, black tank top.
I vant to suck your pits!
I am charmed by your axillae, I keep staring and can't stop.
I vant to suck your pits!

Oh how bushy is da bounty growing underneath each arm.
I vant to suck your pits!
Don't vant blood, nor your soul, I don't mean you any harm.
It's quite simple, my desire? It's...
I vant to suck your pits!

(Gifs, as well as the hunky Dracula cartoon and photos of a tank topped David Laflamme all found online.)

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Page 18 - Tickle, Tickle, Hairy Pit: A Poem

A Mouthful of Yum

Tickle, tickle, hairy pit,
Oh so yummy, wet with spit.
Squirming, quaking with such glee,
Yearning, opening just for me!
Tickle, tickle hair pit,
Oh so yummy, wet with spit.


---  A little ditty inspired by the song "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" and dedicated to all those dry, hairy armpits out there.

(Photo of the tongue artist and his canvas found online.)


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Page 17 - So Many Pits, So Little Time!

Weekends at the Club

In college, my best friend Larry called me up one Friday night with an emergency request.  His bar buddies had abandoned him at a gay night club, so he needed a ride home.  Due to my strict, conservative upbringing, I'd never had alcohol nor had I ever been inside a bar, much less a gay one.  I was still wearing my dress shirt and tie from my part-time job so I knew I was overdressed for the establishment.  Over the phone I reluctantly agreed to pick him up, but insisted that we not stay.  

When I entered the loud, colorful club I spotted Larry joyously dancing underneath the disco ball alone.  He turned and looked my direction as I stood at the edge of the dance floor, nervously motioning for us to leave.  However, in his typical, persuasive way he grabbed both my arms, led me to the center of the action and begged me to stay for just one dance.

With the booming, techno disco beat blaring, Larry undid my neck tie and started to shake me by the shoulders and yell, "Loosen up and dance Enrique, dance!"  Problem was I grew up in a home that also didn't allow dancing, so this was all  new to me.

I surveyed the crowd surrounding us for examples of good dancers and tried to copy their moves.  As I looked around I noticed that many guys were missing their shirts!  What a crazy sight to see them raise their arms in the air, without any cares, exposing their sweaty underarms in public.  Of course, I was way too self-conscious to take off my dress shirt and join the free spirits.  However, I had found my new weekend tradition (dancing at the gay bar with Larry) and my new weekend hobby (spotting delicious, disco pits on the dance floor).  ---  No matter how late we stayed out every time, I never got enough.


(Photos of various club goers found online.)

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Page 16 - Me, Myself & Awwwww!

Say, "Awwwww!"

One thing my high school boyfriend and I never tried was pit play.  I enjoyed cozying up to Randy's shirtless body during our moments of afterglow, however I never had the courage to ask if I could lick his fragrant underarms.  Heck, back then I didn't even know it was a thing.  I just thought I was different and kinda kinky.

Sadly, months would often pass between our secret dates.  Well, this was unhealthy for my libido.  As a horny teen I needed to find release somehow.  Finding another boyfriend was out of the question, 'cause I loved Randy way too much.  So like most guys, I took matters into my own hands,... and tongue.

I was curious as to what armpit-licking felt like and tasted like, so late one night in the privacy of my bedroom, in front of a mirror, I raised my arm and opened wide.  My tongue stretched and raked up my dry pit hairs, instantly dampening the strands.  I licked and preened myself, then held the saliva drenched follicles on the tip of my tongue like a spoon holds cereal.  My underarm hair tickled my tongue and my tongue tickled my underarm hair.  ---  From that moment I was hooked and turned on.  I had found my fetish; I was a true, red-blooded, armpit lover.



(Photo of hungry actor Shane Hicks found online.)


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Page 15 - Peekaboo Pits: A Poem

I See You

Hey you hot guys in tight tees, with exposed armpit hair;
Peekaboo, I see you!
Did you raise up your arms 'cause you hoped that I would stare?
Peekaboo, I see you!

Sporty guys, sweaty guys, cocky smiles so debonair.
Peekaboo, I see you!
Let me look, let me dream of our tasty love affair.
Peekaboo, I see you!


---  This was just a little ditty I wrote, dedicated to those sexy dudes with hairy pits who wear tight t-shirts.

(The scrumptious photo was found online.)


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Page 14 - Granny's Nose Knows Best

Granny's Recipe

At age 16 I had my first boyfriend.  We met while taking part in our high school talent show: he played "Classical Gas" as a guitar solo and I accompanied my cousin on the piano as she sang "You Light Up My Life".  Randy was a gorgeous, curly haired, Hispanic boy who'd already had sexual experiences with other guys, whereas I was a clueless virgin.

I was so nervous about our first date and wanted to entice my sweetie any way I could to make up for my inexperience. Well, after showering for our rendezvous I remembered some sage advice from the classic TV show, THE BEVERLY HILLBILLIES.  In one episode, Granny gave her lovely granddaughter, Ellie May, a peculiar dating tip.  She recommended that Ellie put a dab or two of Vanilla Extract behind her ears because, "It drives the fellas wild!"

Hmmmm!!!???  Well, I figured the advice was an old, mountain folk secret that would surely work on Randy!  Wasting no time, I wrapped a bath towel around me, hurried to my mom's kitchen, opened the spice cabinet and snuck a bottle of Pure Vanilla Extra back into the bathroom with me.  After opening the small bottle I began strategically dabbing the sweet solution behind my ears, around my underarms, across by chest and near my naughty bits.  To make sure the trick worked I doubled and tripled the dose.  By the time I finished applying the fragrant "love potion" to my body the entire restroom smelled like a bakery.

Unfortunately the scent of vanilla garnered no attention for my armpits from Randy, but "Well, Doggies!" it certainly got me attention in other, mighty fun regions!

"Well, Doggies!"

(Collage photos of "Granny", the optimistic lad and the bottle of Ode de Vanilla, as well as the pic of "Uncle Jed", were all found online.)


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Page 13 - Better Than a Glass of Warm Milk

Awww, Sweet Dreams!

When I was a freshman in high school, I convinced my parents that I was too old to share a bedroom with my little brother.  So, they converted the car garage into a bedroom for me.  Finally, I had lots of space for my things and more importantly, total privacy!

One of the advantages of having my own room was that I could now sleep “au natural”.  Of course, I was too nervous to try sleeping through the night with no PJS (didn’t want Mom and Dad to find me in the buff if I croaked in my sleep).  However, I thought it was perfectly normal for a guy to sleep with no shirt on.  No shame it that, right?

Not only did I enjoy the feel of soft cotton sheets against my bare chest, but I also started enjoying sleeping with my arms behind my head, in order to get a good whiff of my fuzzy, teen pits.  I always took a shower before bedtime so my sleepy time underarms were never too ripe.

To this day, one of the best ways for me to fall to sleep is to use my bare arms as a pillow, and have my nose buried in an underarm, taking in my sweet, sweet, pit perfume!

(The photo of "Mr. Sleeping Beauty" as well as the gif were found online.)

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Page 12 - Pits In Motion

Mikhail Baryshnikov

Mikhail Baryshnikov is considered one of the best ballet dancers in history.  When I was younger he was a major celebrity and would regularly appear on television variety shows and specials.  "Misha" had (and has to this day) tremendous sex appeal, a great body and lots of talent.

I use to love watching Baryshnikov dance on TV, especially when he performed shirtless.  As I sat on the floor in front of the family television set, it felt like a wild and crazy roller coaster ride for an underarm lover like me.  Up went his arms, up went my young heart's pulse rate; down went the arms, my racing heart would calm down a bit,... over and over again, teasing me, until the audience applauded at the end of his performance.  "Bravo, bravo! Encore, encore!"  ---  His artistry took my breath away, but so did his captivating appearance, especially those delightful, dancing pits!

(Photos of Mikhail used for the collage were found online.)


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Page 11 - The Armpit Buffet

So Many Pits In One Cramped Area

Usually when gay guys recall the horrors or delights of showering in gym class they mostly remember seeing wet frontal or rear view nudity.  However, my favorite recollections are of spying the varieties of salty, pungent underarms being raised towards the spraying nozzles of shower heads.  

Although the communal shower scene was the scariest experience of my young life, one silver lining was catching glimpses of my classmates' armpits.  It was so fun and easy to get away with.  Stare at a guy below the waist while he's showering and you'd more than likely get caught and beaten to a pulp.  Casually glance around the open shower area at pit level and no one was the wiser.  Besides, at the time I found comparing armpit hair mass a far more interesting way of measuring the manhood of a young guy than by the length of his junk.  Also, with my strict conservative upbringing I figured that ogling a dude's privates was wrong, but hey, admiring his underarms wasn't quite so naughty.

BTW, one odd fact about showering at our school was that no one was allowed to take soap into the showers.  Maybe it had something to do with floor safety.  So, because there were no bars of soap or shampoo available we were just getting the hot, sweaty glands and hair of our bodies soaked with chilly water, not necessarily getting clean.  ---  Let me tell you, the gym shower experience at my school was an overwhelming smorgasbord for the eyes and nose.

(Pit buffet photo and the gym shower pic were both found online.)


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Page 10 - Oh, That Calvin Klein Ad!

One evening, when I was a young, ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT reported on a Calvin Klein advertising controversy promoting their fragrance Crave.  The ad in question featured the youthful, Australian model, Travis Fimmel.

The Ad

The heated debate was about his alluring pose, which seemingly promoting bondage and also the fact that he was too young for such an adult pose.  ---  Let me tell ya, his youthful appearance and his wild, hairy underarms were a real turn on for my virginal eyes!

Travis

I wasn't into S&M, nor Twinks, but I was all about wild and hairy armpits!  One look at the still photo on TV and I immediately made plans to rush to the drugstore to buy a magazine, any magazine, that had the ad inside.  It was a purchase well worth the money!  ---  Needless to say, I wore out the pages of that particular periodical.

In my opinion, his Calvin Klein pit pic is one of the top solo pit pics I have ever seen, and believe me, I've seen aplenty.

(Clipart and photos used for the title pic, as well as all other images of the seductive, young Master Fimmel were found online.)

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Page 9 - Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Even Strokes

In high school I had to start shaving my facial hair in order to adhere to the strict, marching band code of appearance.  Thanks to my genes I had to shave my face every single morning.

One day, in the privacy of the family bathroom, I decided to try a new look.  Although I was too shy to show my shirtless body in public I thought it would be stimulating to see myself in the mirror with hairless armpits, like the hot, Olympic swimmers on TV.

The shaving cream was moist and cold.  With each stroke of the razor I felt as if I was transforming into another person, more cosmopolitan, more porn-ready.

When finished I turned to the mirror, raised my arms behind my head and took in the new look.  Out of curiosity I ran my hands over my hairless pits.  They felt extra dry and almost like sandpaper.  Perhaps I used an old razor or my underarm hair was so coarse it left a lot of stubble.  Regardless, I put on my t-shirt and exited the bathroom with a naughty smile.

My smile quickly ended over the next few days when my thick, underarm morning-stubble started rubbing against my shirt and causing an unbearable itch for me all during school.  ---  Needless to say, that was the first and only time I shaved my pits.

(Photos of the smooth fellow found online.)


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Page 8 - My Cousin's Private Showing

Watch and Learn

Growing up I looked up to my older cousin, Sam.  I was the eldest of my siblings so it was nice to have an "older brother" figure in my life. One day, when I was a preteen and Sam was in high school, we both spent the weekend at my grandparents house.  We had fun together helping grandpa out with the chores and hanging out in the backyard till the sun went down.

That first night, just before bedtime, while our grandparents were watching television, Sam and I met alone in the bathroom to brush our teeth.  He was still wet from the shower he'd just taken a minutes before I came in.  My cousin was shirtless, wearing only a pair of sleeping shorts.  After we finished brushing, my "big brother" proceeded to talk to me about proper male hygiene.

He taught me how a man correctly takes care of his face, hair, nails, skin,... oh yeah, and how a dude properly sprays on underarm deodorant.  Sam stood facing me and slowly lifted his toned arm for me to closely observe.

"Pssst, pssssst!," went the aerosol can and out from the nozzle danced a light white midst, sprinkling his dark pit hair.  I was paralyzed and awe stuck at the beautiful, intimate act!  He lifted his other arm for me and "Pssst, pssssst!" that pit was sprinkled with the manly scented deodorant as well.  Smiling he turned to me and announced, "Okay, now it's your turn."

I was shy, but I wanted to be a good student, so I quietly took off the sleeping shirt I had put on for bedtime.  He gently took a hold of my right hand's wrist, raised my arm up over my head and aimed the can. I looked away so as not to get the spray in my face and also so he wouldn't see how much I was enjoying our secret tutorial.  "Pssst, pssssst!"  The cold mist tickled, but felt so erotic.  My cousin let my arm down, then took my left wrist, raised it up high, and aimed the can at my pit.  "Pssst, pssssst!"  ---  Oh the chill and the thrill!

When he was done he smiled at me and said, "And that's how a man does it."  We put on our sleeping shirts and headed to the queen sized, guest bed.  ---  That night I found it hard to sleep, for in my mind I was reviewing, over and over again, the touch, the smell and the "Pssst, pssssst" of our private lesson.

(Photos of the hunk with the "spring time fresh" pits and the shocked teen both found online.)


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Page 7 - The Musky Pillow

My Imaginary Pillow Pal

At an early age I realized guys were a turn on for me, especially their chests and armpits.  I was too young to fully understand it all and definitely too young to have a boyfriend.  So, often late at night (when I knew the rest of the family was asleep) I created my own hunky boyfriend.  I would take the shirt I had worn that day out of the hamper, go to my bed, yank off the pillow case, and pull the tight pungent shirt over the head cushion.  ---  Voila, instant one-night stand!

I'd caress the chest of the shirt, hug it tightly and dig my nose into the pits of the sleeves.  Oh how the smell of musk turned on my imagination.  I'd close my eyes and fantasize that my face was in the well of a hairy guy's underarm, his voice moaning at the tickle of my tongue.  ---  I'm surprised no one ever questioned why the pits of my shirts were mostly wet on the outside.

(Photos of the shirt pillow and happy sniffer found online.)


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