Greetings, fellow armpit lovers! For decades, parallel universes (a.k.a. multiverses) have been extremely popular in comic books, superhero TV shows and films.
Well, imagine a universe where sexy, male plastic dolls have body hair, star in gay Hollywood musicals, and love armpits! This blog entry promises to transport us all to such a world. 😍
The post features an erotic story with fun photos by my talented, online buddy, Paul S. Wilson. He's a quirky, creative artist, a trusted friend and confidant, whose work I have featured on my Facebook page.
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| One of my favorite artworks by Paul. |
As kids, some boys wished their GI Joe dolls, or older sister's Ken dolls, had armpit hair,... among other things.
Well, for years Paul has been documenting the imaginary adventures of himself and his miniature main squeeze: an erotic, customized creation, the hairy, 10" action figure, known as "Wee Lee".
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| A photo of Paul & Lee at home. |
Now, get ready as he shares an underarm lover's fantasy like no other!
SOME ENCHANTED ARMPITS
~ An Armpit Story ~
[Once upon a time, in the doll universe...]
We join Paul as he recalls directing as well as co-starring in a remake of the movie adaptation of SOUTH PACIFIC.
Wee Lee and I were nearing the end of take 136,225 of the Some Enchanted Evening sequence, doing the song first, followed by the famous cognac toast between the two leads.
Afterward, we settled back on the patio set, which for once was not an indoor set, given that the crew was filming on location, and wanted all the natural splendor of the Hawaiian islands. We listened to the 'playback,' which in those days was an actual vinyl record that vocalists would use to synchronize his or her lips movement. But instead of Enchanted Evening we just put on Georgy Girl, and leaned back for some in-between-takes cuddles. The cast and crew were by now very familiar with us. They did not care if we did the snuggle-bunny thing every chance we could.
Lee was feeling a tiny bit more risqué, a bit more forward than usual, as he entangled my leg in his, effectively pinning me in place. --- Mmmm, he smelled so good after being in the balmy island sun and under those warm movie lights all afternoon.
A crewman came in and took away the record player, while others misted the flowers, or replaced them so as to look fresh later, while another brought food for us from the Craft Services table. Wee Lee and I sat up and chatted.
"I really like working with you on this picture, Lee. Especially scenes like we just did."
"Well", he intoned, "you wouldn't like it so much if I was really yelling RIGHT in your ear."
"Oh, like in the real movie, yes that would suck. No wonder she kept closing her eyes in that scene."
I giggled, "PLUS we're not all sickly amber like they were."
Lee sipped from a prop cognac bottle. "Oh sure, that was their not-so-successful attempt at adding fantasy colors to certain musical numbers. It was called 'Todd AO.' Silly" Lee took another drink. I watched his Adam's apple bob. He reached over to set the bottle back with the others, and in doing so his shirt fell open and I thought I caught a glimpse of a - but in seconds he was back with me as I fed on a slice of pumpkin loaf.
I dared to be forward.
"You smell good and I love that they got your shirt more open and your eyes are neat, OH, I hope that wasn't real liquor in that bottle!"
My words had run together and I felt like a dope. The ends of his mouth turned up as he looked right into my eyes. "It was Dr. Pepper, silly. In the real movie I think it was probably apple juice."
My mind was still reeling a tiny bit from being so blatant even though we snuggled often. I guess I was trying to work my way toward better things.
"Yes," I replied, "their toast, also in dirty amber 'enchanting' Todd A-O. Ours was so much prettier without. Even though these palm trees make no sense."
Leaned in CLOSE. And that airy, hairy scent . . .
I sure hoped that boom mic was not recording the things I was thinking ~ ~
As we got up to go check the wardrobe roster, I made my move.
"Lee, just what IS that pendant you are wearing? Gold chains didn't really come in 'till the seventies, and I know the real actor wore one in the movie, does it, say something on it, or-?" Lee surprised me and stopped in his tracks, facing me with a smile.
"Take a look," he said.
I sauntered over, and brazenly stuck a finger in that mountain of chest hair, but went straight for the pendant-thing. "Well, they're not - dog tags."
"No," said Lee, "my character was never in the military."
"Well..."
"Keep looking," he smirked."
I fished around more in his fur. Again, it smelled heavenly. What WAS that?
"Lee it says, nothing. They are blank. No design, no words!"
"That," he snickered, "is because it is just a cheap prop! Another thing wardrobe tossed at me. No idea what it is. But I am thoroughly enjoying your checking..."
"You are? Oh. Well. Yeah it's neat, I mean, I guess even though we kind of, cuddle, I have never seen all this- hair. Does this- I mean, is it - all over?"
That was my lead-in, and it worked!
"Well you be the judge, I don't really see it anymore," and he slipped open the shirt, which didn't fit right in the first place, by simply untucking it and letting it hang open.
That is when I saw - it.
Yes, tons of amazing chest hair, and belly fur too, but never had I seen - what I really wanted to see, and there it was, a curly little ball, wedged in his underarm area looking like a small mammal nesting in there. It was pressed between his arm and his upper body, with the shirt obscuring it a bit. That smell suddenly got stronger...
I let loose with a breathy "Whoah," then, got bolder. "Hey. Lift that arm. Straight out. Lift it, point North."
He complied -
NOW I saw more of his fantastic manly armpit. So rich in color, so masculine, the scent so mysterious and stimulating, and I was so close to it. And he didn't seem to mind a bit, maybe even liking my command, and quietly complying.
Did he know what I was looking at with such great - interest?
He started to put his arm down at his side again, as if to say 'you got you want,' but knowing all too well it was not nearly long enough. I gently commanded - no, gently DEmanded- he raise it again.
"Point north! Stay!"
- as if he were a dog! But, again he obeyed, standing stock still, the wind ruffling his shirt in the breeze.
I got close to him again, mere inches away as before, when I got distracted of course by that chest hair. It was just so dense! How does a guy GET like that?
Like a moth to a light I honed in on it and started to dig in his fur. Maybe the wardrobe department added this, too? Was it a chest-hair wig? I tossed his pendant aside and examined it and tugged a tiny bit. No, no it wasn't a prosthetic. This was the real deal! Amazing!
"Lee this is - you are a - a work of art!"
"Uh, okay. I can't say as I have ever been called that, but...thank you?"
He laughed. I forgot about his armpit and I think he did too as I just stood, holding his shirt open wider, and stroking the downy-soft fluff with the back of my hand. It was springy, too, if I pushed in ever so gently, but mostly I just stroked it. Sometimes I looked into his eyes as I did this, then focused again on his chest.
Of course both of us were - bestirred, it was fair to say, and it only seemed natural my gaze - and my hand - moved lower, down the feather of hair that nearly covered his stomach and went down past his beltline. I was not sure what to do, but, instinct found me fiddling with his buckle, as if to-
His hand went for mine as I saw just the waistband of his underwear.
"Hey," he said softly. "We have plenty of time."
I realized I was being hasty, and there was that gentleness in his tone again which was at once firm but polite and calming as he said this.
I stood, and as I did so he looked off and raised both arms, and held them aloft. I took it as a signal. 'Come around and take this off of me,' the signal said. Funny how I could almost hear his voice saying it, though he remained mute. Perhaps only the ocean in the distance and a bird or two singing somewhere registered as I walked carefully around him his extended right hand grazing my chest. I raised my hands such that I could remove that shirt at last, but still I was hesitant, almost fearing I would hurt him if I were to touch him -
Again those hormones kicked in, the fierce ones I thought I'd left back n high school, and my hands went for it. His filmy madras was off in a flash, and I turned to see him revealed at last. He almost appeared to strike a pose, though not in a show-off way, but a loving, 'here-I-am' gesture. His stance was such that I could admire his figure in profile, and, of course, there again that was tuft of underarm hair, now free and buffeting in the breeze. It was absolutely beautiful.
I didn't even notice his belt was unbuckled, had I done that in the heat of the moment (which was still on the verge of boiling over) or had he? It didn't matter, what I really wanted was right here, and I was 'going in.'
My hand glided up his bicep, so firm and smooth, and up into his armpit.
The sensation was amazing. At first I tickled at those curly stray hairs that poked out and had tempted me so minutes earlier, then my hand went up in as far as it could go. I felt warmth, a bit of dampness, and all that glorious silken hair swirling around my fingers, now deep in his hollow. That scent, that delicious manly scent, was ever more stronger now. This was heaven!
Then he did something very odd. While in the middle of some very simple pit-play, he stepped forward abruptly, pressing his arm tight to his side as if to say "Enough!"
I saw a bit of that smirk however, which suggested he was playing a teeny bit hard to get...
- but little did I know the extent to which he would go as he suddenly bounded off with a "Cheerio!" or something similar, flashing a pit as he made a point of waving bye-bye in a grand gesture, leaving me baffled as he darted nimbly away into the brush.
He was a VERY naughty boy, stopping every now and then as I plodded after him, sometimes grazing his pit hair, other times plunging in and massaging his pit just long enough to almost catch up, but, he being younger, always got the best of me. The brat!
He laughed out loud a couple of times, turning around and flashing both his underarms, now visibly moist from his athletics, thick locks forming. I would catch up to him yet! This island was only so big...
I finally caught up and tackled him, knocking over a camera or some lights or both, I was enjoying this lithe young torso, covered in fur and writing in my grip. I got him down on the ground, fortunately in a patch of soft ferns and moss.
He did not resist as I lifted his arms up and away from his body, staring into his eyes as he stared into mine - he was mine now, we both knew it. I took the entirety of his armpit into my hand, squeezed it, massaged it, rubbed my knuckles into it, made mad passionate love to it. He did not resist.
More then a few times my glasses slipped from my face into that mountain of chest hair. After a while I gave up trying to fish them out.
Time passed, and we thought we heard a bell ring in the distance, signaling lunch hour was over. Lee got dressed and we made an attempt and getting our hair combed using our fingers, when pure unadulterated lust took over and I had him down again and was getting his shirt off and working toward other things...
He sat up, fingers were in his armpits again, he giggled this time as I deliberately tickled, trying to make the most of this unanticipated dalliance. The cologne scent that had so bestirred me earlier was gone now, so I maintained a bit of distance, tempting as he looked...
He then became very studied in his movements as he sat upright, almost out of reach, and gave me a lusty sideways glance. "Don't you even want to come- a little closer? You...must be curious."
Naturally I reached for him, as he was being quite the little satyr.
I got ever closer. I surveyed a luscious lock. I wanted it, but not just to touch and caress, but to...
"Hmmm..."
Time passed. Very quiet, very curious, very mysterious things happened in that spot between the palms. No words were spoken. Desires were felt, met, returned, repeatedly.
Something magical was beginning to happen that I had never experienced before, I am not even sure Lee had, but, he kept his cool, ever the gentleman.
What I saw before me I could not believe. From each armpit sprouted - unbelievable, mouth watering bounty!!
There were Pumpkin Loags and cupcakes, big blops of vanilla ice cream, dollops of Marshmallow Fluff and chunks of Buttercream Frosted Birthday Cake Scented Candles, carved right out of the jar! Spice Cake with Vanilla Whip topping, and CLEANERS! Pine scented and lemon scented and you-name-it scented, such a fruitful, beautiful treasure trove of delights beyond human imagination!
(Lee asked, "What is a Pumpkin Loag?" and I said "That was a typo")
"Oh."
I plucked forth a Cinnamon and Brown Sugar Pop Tart, and started feeding, as Lee lay splayed, bound by his bi-products, a captive to his own endowments. Speaking of, yeah I guess he had a man-thing down there in that odd Speedo but who cared about grand, lolling sea cucumbers when there were Vanilla Wafers to be had!
THEN there were those heady, aromatic CLEANING PRODUCTS! Pine Sol and Mr. Kleen and Fabuloso and Simple Green! Intoxicating and hypnotic they were, and, they managed to work their charms after sloshing some Pine Sol around and -
A REAL PINE TREE (well, made of plastic) erupted from Lee, and the scent! HEAVEN. Absolute. HEAVEN. I was not positive how he felt about it really, maybe he was used to this, maybe not, but I could sense he at least appreciated that I appreciated it. This was, beyond mere physical sexual relations, this was - this was METAphysical.
Even a PINE CONE!
After all the gifts borne from our sensual union were devoured, we laid together, ignoring the occasional bell suggesting everyone return to the set ASAP. Beyond Wee Lee's bountiful armpits, the rest of him was a wonder as well, and he let me enjoy him to the fullest. His kindness, his largesse, his love enveloped me.
At last it seemed time we pull ourselves together and get back to where they were filming. Lee hadn't put his shirt back on yet, so I was still stealing tickles. I voiced what I had been thinking the entire afternoon, "Wow, I am so glad none of these cameras were in operation, capturing our coquetting," as I stretched out his right arm to get a handful and
Om...
Well it....seemed the cameras....WERE running....uh-
We remained frozen, frozen deer in a thousand headlights as a media circus crushed in on us, shouting out questions, snapping photographs, and capturing television and film footage of the handsome young star of the upcoming Motion Picture "South Pacific," that of course being Lee as LeeMille Quebec and his vague co-star in the spotted jacket. Would this help or hurt the publicity-?
Mr. Quebec and I made our decision right then and there. "If you can't beat 'em..."
"Join 'em!" And with that out of nowhere a thousand flowers bloomed on the set as Lee Harvey dipped me into a daring deep-dish kiss in the setting sun, his furry, firm embrace sending me into peaceful, fragrant oblivion. ~~~
~ T H E E N D ~
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Well, Pit Pals, I hope you enjoyed this rather erotic, underarm romcom fantasy.
For more Wee Lee adventures, as well as retro fantasy photography, click on the link and follow Paul's Facebook page: Paul S. Wilson .
[NOTE: Photos for the story courtesy of the artist.]
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