Page 47 - My Cousin's Dare

Saturday Afternoon Chores

The handsomest of all my dad's brothers is the eldest, Cornelius, and his eldest son, Junior (also nicknamed Neil) is around my age and definitely the hunkiest of all my cousins.  Uncle Cornelius is deaf and mute and so is his son.  Junior's mom left the family when he was a child, and he was mostly raised by my grandparents on their farm.

One Saturday my dad asked me and my younger brother to accompany him to the farm to help with some much needed chores and repairs.  Grandma and Grandpa were gone for the day, but left Junior to assist us.  My father and brother stayed outside most of the afternoon working behind the barn, while Cousin Neil and I were in charge of sweeping the hardwood floors and cleaning inside the house.

Growing up I learned the sign language alphabet and a few basic hand gestures to communicate with my uncle and cousin.  I tried several times to let Neil know that we needed to get cleaning, however he ignored me and stayed on the living room sofa watching television.

Neil was beautiful to look at in his faded denim overalls with no shirt on.  He sat there leaning back on the sofa, resting both arms behind his head, revealing his furry armpits and firm body, no doubt a result of his many years working on the farm.

Several minutes passed and I once again peeked inside the living room and signaled that he needed to sweep the floors.  He motioned that it was the weekend and his day off.  I remembered that as a child he was very ticklish, so I warned him that I'd tickle him until he got up off the sofa.  He nodded, "No, no, no!", then quickly got up and chased me into the dining room, around the long, old wooden table.  The chairs were out of our way since they had been moved against the wall for better cleaning.  Neil eventually caught me by my belt buckle and pulled me in chose.  We were both breathing heavily from the chase, smiling, with our faces mere inches from each other.

I motioned that he had better get to work or else.  He raised his left arm to me as a dare and I froze.  (Male armpits are my biggest turn-on and now my hunky cousin was daring me to tickle his hairy pit)!  I don't know what came over me, but I took my index finger and stuck it in my mouth to get it nice and moist.  Neil raised an eyebrow.  Slowly and seductively, I pulled my wet finger out from my mouth.   His eyes widened and followed my finger as it moved to the hairy hollow under his raised arm.  I playfully twirled a patch of his pit hair into a wet curl around my finger.  My cousin reacted with a barely audible whimper.

He had the look of confusion on his face, as if I had just done something he had never heard of, or maybe he was feeling something he had never felt before.  Without so much as a sound he looked me in the eye then raised his other arm and waited for my next move.

I grew bolder and took hold of his muscular arm and pushed him against the old dinning room table, forcing his back onto the hard surface.  I still had his arm lifted above his head, but he didn't fight me.  I spat in his armpit then proceeded to mop his pit with my wet tongue.  Neil began to make soft moaning sounds, but not loud enough for those outside the house to hear.  I came up for air and a look of horror came over my face as I realized what I had just done to a relative.  He signaled that it would be best if we continued our game in his bedroom with the door locked.  I nervously agreed.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in bed with a jolt.  It had all been a dream.  A real, honest to goodness armpit sucking dream.

Sign for Cousin

Yes my grandparents have a farm and yes, I really do have an good looking deaf uncle, but no, he does not have a hunky, deaf son.  I try to blog about true life events, however I just had to share this odd, erotic dream.  ---  Oh and I kid you not, I woke up with a salty taste in my mouth.  What was that all about?


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Page 46 - The Night David Drake Sat On My Lap

An Unforgettable Night At The Theater

When I was in my twenties, my best friend Larry and I got a few friends together to go see the one-man play The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me, at a tiny theater in our town's gay district.  The big selling point of this production was that it starred the author of the play, the very good looking David Drake.  Seating was on a first come basis, so we showed up early and scored great seats on the front row, which were on equal level with the small performance area.

The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me is a semi-autobiographical show.  "Broken up into a series of stories, Drake abstractly documents a gay man's journey of self-discovery, while also addressing the AIDS crisis that plagued the community in the 1980s." (Wikipedia)

As the audience slowly filed in I noticed that I was the only person wearing dress clothes and a tie.  Most folks were wearing t-shirts and jeans, some wore shorts and flip-flops.  My friends often scolded me for overdressing to events.

The first half of the play was enthralling and lots of fun.  After intermission, the lights turned down and this time David Drake came from behind the curtain fully naked!  He walked silently around the floor staring into the audience, then began his dialogue.  After a few lines, he spotted me on the front row and walked my way.  I desperately avoided his gaze, silently praying, "Please don't come my way!  Please don't come my way!"  so of course, he came my way and stopped right in front of my seat.

Suddenly the spotlight was on me, the most overdressed person in the room, with David, the most under-dressed one.

He must have noticed that I was nervous, so he smiled and tenderly brushed the hair off my forehead.  Then to my shock he slowly sat his naked body on my lap!  My friends and the rest of the audience howled with laughter at my blushing, uncomfortable state.  The handsome actor leaned in and put one arm around my shoulders and continued his script.  I held onto the bottom of my seat with both hands, so as not to accidentally touch his perfect body.

Sexy Playwright &  Actor David Drake

Without a single bump or grind against me, David Drake brought an intense, terrifying pleasure to me that my senses will never forget:

• My sense of touch remembers the surprisingly light weight of his taunt physique on my lap.
• My sense of sight remembers the shine of his slightly perspiring, toned bare chest and the open, deep armpit resting mere millimeters from my flushed face.
• My sense of smell remembers the sweet, clean scent of his smooth body, actually smelling cleaner than a freshly bathed baby. He had no hint of cologne or underarm deodorant, yet no one in my life has ever smelled better.
• As for my sense of taste, my lips stayed tightly shut so as not to invite a public kiss from the gorgeous actor, so I tasted nothing but terror.

The play was a smash hit with the audience that evening and I had my few seconds of fame.  I will never forget The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me and the night David Drake sat on my lap,... naked.



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Page 45 - Open Up Your Arms To Me: A Poem

"Relax."

Open up your arms to me,
Raise 'em high.  Relax.
I wanna do something new for you,
Let me try.  Relax.

You may feel uneasy, you may think it queer,
Don't ask why.  Relax.
Want a new sensation, or a naughty thrill?
I'm your guy.  Relax.


---  A little ditty I wrote inspired by private conversations.


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Page 44 - Thor or Aquaman's Armpits?

Close Enough To Touch In 3-D

So, I went to see the latest superhero movies, featuring the sexy, super studs, Thor (played by Chris Hemsworth) and Aquaman (Jason Momoa).  If you love seeing manly underarms as much as I do, go see the films in 3-D or better yet, 3-D IMAX.

My review?  Well, the blonde, "God of Thunder" was gorgeous as all get out, funny and a classic cinema hero. Plus, every time Thor raised his mighty, muscular arm, the armpit lover within me would squeal and dance like a smitten, teenage girl.

Actor Chris Hemsworth As Thor, Attracting Lightening & Hearts

As for the dark and brooding, "Marine Marvel", his powerful presence commanded attention.  No doubt, the audience immediately had a crush on this charming, rugged guy.

My favorite pit scene was when Arthur Curry, Aquaman's true identity, took off his sweater to dive into the water.  The sweater came off and for the first time in the film he revealed his strong, tattooed torso, and hunky underarms.

I silently gasped, swooned and melted, but the middle-aged lady behind me gave an uncontrollable "Oh my!" yell.  Her husband quickly shushed her.

No doubt, after seeing the "Protector of the Oceans" in action, several audience members had several wet dreams that night.

Actor Jason Momoa (Aquaman) Winning His Audience At A Fan Event

In conclusion, both characters (as well as the actors) are dreamy, there's no debate about that.  That said, I'm sure if Thor let me snuggle my nose into his Asgardian, good guy armpits ladies would be jealous.  However, if Aquaman let me plunge into his Atlantian, bad boy underarms men would pat me on the back and shake my hand.

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Page 43 - The Novice's Guide to Armpits

Greetings, pit lovers!  Are you interested in learning more about underarms?  Well, here's a quick course for armpit loving novices:

ARMPIT - /ahrm-pit/ noun, the hollow under the arm at the shoulder.

SYNONYMS FOR ARMPIT - underarm, oxter, pit or axilla

PLURAL FOR AXILLA - axillae

MASCHALAGNIA -  a fetish for armpits

ARMPIT FETISH - Those who have a fetish for armpits often enjoy kissing, tasting, tickling and smelling their partner's armpits during foreplay, which may include asking partners not to shower or wash their armpits, nor wear deodorant for a period of hours.  (Personally, freshly washed and scrubbed armpits are lots of fun too.)

AXILLISM -  armpit intercourse with one or both underarms.

WEIRD FACT:  According to a MENTAL FLOSS online article "women's pits smell like onions and men's like cheese.  Researchers from Firmenich, a company in Geneva, set out to understand the subtle nuances in body odor to better market deodorant products to consumers.  In their 2009 study, published in Chemical Senses, they discovered that your unique bouquet may be different depending on whether you're a man or woman.

Women's sweat contained higher levels of an odorless sulfer-containing compound that produces a pungent oniony "thioalcohol" when combined with the bacteria in the underarm.

On the other hand, men's sweat held higher levels of a fatty acid that produced a 'cheesy' scent when the bacteria of the armpit came in contact with it."

THE ARMPIT FLAG - Yes pit lovers, we actually have our very own flag!  Simply click on the following link to read about it in one of my previous blog entries: Who Knew There Was An Armpit Fetish Flag?

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So there you have it students.  Remember to do some further studying on the subject, preferably with a hairy pitted, study buddy.

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Page 42 - The Dominant Armpit

Which Do You Prefer?

Okay, I have a weird hypothesis:  we all have a dominant hand, dominant eye, dominant body side, so we must also have a dominant armpit.

I believe the dominant armpit is the pit of the arm a guy prefers to raise when taking a selfie to show the world how strong and sexy he is.  Maybe because he's right handed or left handed and feels that it's the more muscular arm. 

The dominant pit could also be the underarm that sports the most hair.  Studies reveal that the hairiest pit is usually the smelliest, because it stores more bacteria, which can be a real turn on if you love smelling musk.

Lastly, the dominant pit might be the prettiest of the two armpits.  No person's two underarms are created equal.  Check out photos of shirtless guys with both arms raised and you'll soon discover the difference and no doubt pick your favorite of the two (provided there wasn't a lot of photoshopping done).

Reflecting on my real life, pit play I realize that I tended to give more attention to each partner's less dominant armpit.  Most of the guys were right handed, but I chose the left underarm.  Maybe because the less dominant pit was more vulnerable and super sensitive.

Sure, these theories aren't scientific fact, however I am willing to take part in a group study, as a researcher or study specimen,... you know, for the sake of science. 😁

(Various photos and arrows found online.)

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Page 41 - The Timer By The Bed: A Poem

Ready, Set, Go!

Let's set a timer on the nightstand by the bed.

10 minutes just for you,
10 minutes just for me.

This way our desires can be equally fed.

10 minutes just for you,
10 minutes just for me.

Ding goes the timer and then we both have to swap.

10 minutes just for you,
10 minutes just for me.

If you're on the bottom, well you're now on the top.

10 minutes just for you,
10 minutes just for me.

Ding, you lick my armpit.  Suck it, get it all wet!

10 minutes just for you,
10 minutes just for me.

Ding, I'll munch on yours now.  Boy, we'll work up a sweat.


---  A little ditty based on a plan I discussed with one of my boyfriends.


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Page 40 - Roadside Pit Stop

Going My Way?

When I was in my late teens I was desperate for male contact.  You see, I was a lonely, closeted kid, afraid of gay bars and the Internet was not around yet.  So, on weekends I use to borrow my parents' car and go driving around looking for hot, male hitchhikers.  There were many guys walking on the outskirts of town trying to head into the city.  I also noticed that lots of guys would walk home from the bar around 2:00 AM, after last call, so I tended to cruise around the gay drag quite a bit to give rides home.

Most of the men I picked up wore t-shirts or tank tops due to the hot, Texas evenings.  When they got into the car I could smell the heat of the night on their skin and the fragrance of their tangy armpits, which was such a turn on.

Having sex with strangers was not my goal, being in the company of a good looking guy was.  That said, I did I hooked up with a couple of my passengers (in the car, in their homes, beside a dark, dirt road and even atop the warm hood of my car).  I also made good friends with one nice fellow, but the majority of the men I picked up were just someone to chat with and sit close to.

The most memorable hitchhiker I ever picked up was a very sexy, hot thing who had a bad boy vibe about him.  We went to his efficiency apartment and he immediately took off his tank top.  We sat on the edge of his bed, he raised his arms and invited me to touch him.

My hands slowly and nervously caressed his hard body making stops at my favorite parts: his hairy chest, his hard nipples, his muscular arms and especially his sweaty, furry pits.  (Wow, I so wanted those stinky babies to smother my face.)  We started kissing quite a bit.  After awhile he paused to get a glass of water.  In between sips he told me a little bit about himself: he had a sister, he was looking for a job, oh yeah, and he had just been released from jail!!!

I panicked and told him it was late and I needed to return the car to my parents.  The dude was not happy.  He only let me go with the promise that I would return the next evening.  ---  I never did, nor did I ever pickup a guy by the side of the road ever again.

Be advised, I definitely would not recommend giving rides to strangers.  The risk is too great.  Now a days there are easier, better ways to meet guys, but back then it was the only solution I could think of for my loneliness.

(The gif, plus photos for the collage, pictures of the handsome passengers, and the scared guy were all found online.)


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Page 39 - You Want To Put Your What In My Where?: A Poem

A Special Request

You asked me and I freaked, I nearly fell flat.
I'm shy 'cause I've never done something like that.
Well I have, yes you know, just not right in there.
So, you want to put your big ol' what, in my where?

Will you need some lube, Babe?  Or how 'bout some spit?
I'm feeling quite silly and nervous a bit.
Should I simply relax or clench up real tight?
I so wanna please you and do it just right.

Yeah sure, put it in there.  Hey now, that's not bad.
That's so crazy!  Yes!  Wow, it's driving me mad!
Go harder, go faster, go much faster yet.
Oh Baby, it hurts good, you're getting me wet.

I'm simply amazed at the load that you shot.
It was lots of fun man, and so friggin' hot,
Was it really bad?  No, on the contrary,
I love that you popped my underarm cherry.


---  Just a little, naughty ditty I wrote about the first time a guy had sex with my armpit.


(Provocative photos for the collage were found online, including the wet splatter.)

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Page - 38 - Fitting Room Peep Show

Service With A Smile

For years I worked in an upscale department store, selling men's clothing.  You'd think that guys from wealthy families would have impeccable manners and a good amount of conservative decorum.  However, even in a fancy, high-end store, those business guys, ivy league college frat boys, and clean-cut gentlemen often shamelessly gave me a peek of their bare torsos, armpits and sometimes more private parts of their bodies, usually reserved for viewing by their girlfriends or wives.

Here's one example of what would happen:

After showing the customer to a fitting room, I'd give him a few minutes to try on his selected shirt(s).  I'd return to his changing stall and while standing in front of the closed door, I'd ask if he needed the item in a different size.  If so, I'd go retrieve the new size, come back and announce that I had the item in hand.  Many times the client would open the door, thank me, leave the door wide open, then proceed to take off the shirt he had on, right in front of me.  To my surprise he'd reveal the bounty of his workout regiment (or lack of one) and naturally, his hairy armpits.  Of course, being the expert in customer service I dutifully waited and watched, you know, in case he needed another size.  I must say, the experience was a treat for the eyes as well as the nose.  Often the warm, fitting room was inundated with the scent of his expensive, manly cologne and sweet, underarm musk.

Countless numbers of men, of all ages and color, would take off their clothes in front of me to try on not only shirts, but pants, swim trunks even skimpy, men's bikini-brief underwear for my professional opinion.  I don't know if the same occurred to my straight, male co-workers, but these eyebrow raising scenarios happened to me a lot.

Here are my top 3 theories as to why:

1. The guys were members of gyms and use to other men seeing them naked.
2. The guys could tell I was was gay and were looking for a quick hookup.
3. The guys privately enjoyed people appreciating their hard earned bodies.

Well, I left the retail world a few years ago.  Let me tell you, I don't miss the late night closings or high maintenance customers.  However, I do miss those private peep shows in the fitting rooms, secludedly located in the back of the men's department.

(The photos for the collage as well as other pit pics were found online.)

---  To read about another armpit adventure in my retail work life see Page 27: The Scent Of Armando .


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Page 37 - Shirts Verses Skins In School

Who Do You Want On Your Team?

Whenever we played team sports in gym class, the boys' coach always insisted we play "Shirts verses Skins".  That meant that half the boys kept their t-shirts on while the other half exposed their bodies from the waistband on up while competing against each other.

The games were always very exciting and nerve-racking for me.  Not because I was a big sports nut, but because I'd go nuts looking at my classmates' exposed armpits when they played.

Some perspiring jock on the skins team would shoot a ball into the basket hoop,... SCORE ONE FOR THE PIT WATCHERS!  A shirtless, hunky athlete would run down the grassy football field, raise his wet underarms and yell to his quarterback, "I'm over here, I'm over here!",... SCORE ONE FOR THE PIT WATCHERS!  The hot and sweaty first baseman, wearing only a pair of gym shorts and sneakers would reach high for a baseball flying his way,... SCORE ONE FOR THE PIT WATCHERS!

Unfortunately I was a fat kid, so I dreaded playing sports, especially playing on the skins team.  To top it all off, I was always nervous that I might get overly aroused looking at all those glistening armpits and chests.  It was a challenge to keep from visibly showing my excitement for the Skins through my flimsy, silky shorts.

(The photo collage, plus slow motion gifs, consists of a team of sporty guys I scoutted for you all on the Internet.  ---  You're welcome.)

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