Greetings, fellow armpit lovers! My, oh, my, the human psyche is weird (plus rather kinky) and can easily be triggered. Last night, I saw an armpit photo online that made me wonder, "Is that my naughty cousin?"
As exciting and arousing as the image was to look at, it strangely brought to mind a disturbing incident from my youth. Thankfully, I was not physically hurt back then, just threatened in jest. Still, the occurrence was rather traumatizing, and the memory upsets me to this day.
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So, last evening, I was scrolling through Instagram looking for images of hot guys and their sexy pit pics. --- It's something I do quite frequently.
Eventually I came upon a shirtless guy showing off his armpits, whom the "all-knowing algorithm" suggested I might be interested in following. When I saw the face of the handsome hunk I was shocked! To my surprise, he was the spitting image of my real life, naughty cousin, Handsome Julio!
[NOTE: To those unfamiliar with the name, Julio is pronounced "HOO-lee-oh" with the emphasis on the first syllable.]
My father's side of the family is very Hispanic and very religious. My grandma was a Pentecostal preacher and my grandpa owned and worked a farm.
Julio is just two years older than I am, plus he's the eldest of the boy cousins, on my father's side of the family. His mother, "Aunt Tina", is my dad's sister. Julio's papa was a dashingly debonair, tall and intimidating Hispanic man, with the look of an Aztec warrior, yet strangely quiet at family gatherings.
I'm the 2nd boy cousin, followed my several more males, who are all somewhat close in age. Well, Julio was pretty much the alpha cousin of the bunch, not only because of his age, but due to the fact that the handsome lad towered over us in height, and acted as the "Macho Alpha Man" of the group.
Well, one day, back when we were kids (I was about 10 or 11 years old) my family drove out to my grandparent's farm for a 4th of July family celebration. After dinner, my mother and Aunt Tina, volunteered to wash dishes in the kitchen by hand, since grandma didn't own a dishwashing machine.
While they were alone chatting, my nosey aunt asked, "Why does Enrique play with his girl cousins, but not the boys?" Mom was mortified and didn't know how to answer.
Later that evening, when we arrived home, my mother pulled me aside and shared what Aunt Tina had asked. My poor, nervous mom tearfully begged me, "Promise me you'll play with boys not girls, Enrique! Promise me you'll play with boys, not girls!" I swore to her that I would. --- (Insert your own joke here.)
So the at the following family gathering, I left the girl cousins, playing inside, where all the grownups were chatting, while I took a hike with six of the boys. All of them had lots of experience spending time helping grandpa with chores during summer breaks and weekends, so they knew the land pretty well. I was more of a city boy and usually avoided exploring the property.
Well, Julio lead us far behind the farmhouse, out into the vast field of tall grass at the edge of of Grandpa's land. Eventually, he took us across the fence and into a neighbor's field. I knew we shouldn't be trespassing, but I was too chicken to be the one to object.
The walk was nerve-wracking due to the scary isolated location. Poor young me feared that as we were walking, further and further away from our grandparent's farmhouse, there was no way our parents could find us if we got lost. --- Plus, I suspected there were hidden snakes and critters that lurked all around. --- On top of all that, the Texas summer heat was brutal, yet none of us had canteens, nor water bottles! The trek was not only terrifying, but extremely dangerous!
After what seemed like an hour, I asked my cousins, "Do you guys know where we're going? Shouldn't we head back?"
Julio chuckled and smiled, his handsomely devilish smile, then pronounced to all, "He's nervous because he thinks we're going to rape him."
The boys howled and laughed along with Julio.
I did not laugh, for suddenly, the thought occurred to me, "Julio knows! Julio knows! He knows I'm secretly gay! Aunt Tina must have told him!!!"
Extreme panic set in! Crazy thoughts entered my head, "Julio is such a macho jerk, maybe he's going haze me, or make me give him a blow job while the other male cousins gathered around and watched! Could there be a chance that he'll actually force me to take off my clothes and rape me? If so, afterwards, is he then gonna leave me out here, far from the farm, naked and alone, just for being a queer!?"
I doubted my other male cousins would participate. However, they certainly were the kind of kids to witness something appalling and keep quite about it. That side of my family is really good at keeping secrets,... even to the grave.
To my relief, nothing came of his threat. I guess we was just joking, but in a mean, twisted way in order to insinuate to the others that I was gay.
We eventually turned around and headed back to the noisy farmhouse, sweaty and thirsty. The other five boys were still very jovial, I on the other hand was nervous and desperate to get away from Julio and the bunch.
When we arrived, I went straight to my mom and told her I wasn't feeling well, so my parents, my 3 younger siblings and I got into the family's old station wagon and headed home. No one question why I sat uncharacteristically quiet the entire ride home. I guess they figured I really wasn't feeling physically well. My body was okay, but my mind was a mess!
After the incident in the field, I tended to stay away from Julio, out of fear. Fear that he might threaten me again, or because he might out me to the family. I went back to hanging out with the girls.
As a teen, I made up excuses to stay home and not attend family gatherings at the farm. There were just too many places hidden from the eyes of adults. It seemed safer going to the homes of relatives who resided in the suburbs. With the except of Aunt Tina's house.
Not only was I nervous about my Aunt Tina spying my every move in her home, but I worried that Julio would invite all the guy cousins into his bedroom. And who knows what kind of cruelty and debauchery might ensue behind his closed door?
You know, the human psyche is so weird. Back in the day if teen Julio would have properly propositioned me to fool around in a private place, I would have no doubt gladly agreed, since I was a rather curious youngster about all things homosexual. However, I NEVER would have agreed to be violently violated.
Wow, being a secretly gay young guy, scared, lonely and very horny, plus being brought up in an ultra conservative family, was a terrible combination for me. Thankfully, I've learned to accept who I am, and now I'm an out and proud gay man.
As for Julio, I haven't seen him since my grandmother's funeral, way back when we were both in our early twenties, many, many years ago. According to my mom, he's now happily married to his second wife and has a couple of kids. --- No news as to whether he's still a jerk or not.
Okay, now back to the VERY INNOCENT, shirtless stud, with the pretty pits, gracing my computer screen last evening. He was hot, hot, hot! His underarms were calling my name. But, I forced myself to refuse the temptation to start,... shall we say, "jerkin' the gherkin" to images of a fella who looked like my naughty cousin, Julio.
By the way, for some strangely perverted reason, I did save several of the Instagram model's fetching armpit photos for myself. đ
So, why in the world would I save sexy, armpit images of my cousin Julio's look-alike? Well, as I previously stated, the human psyche is weird,... and rather kinky.
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Interested in seeing more of the dashing doppelgÀnger? Follow José Andrés Jiménez Castaño (model, sportsman, athlete, and DEFINATELY NOT my creepy cousin) on INSTAGRAM: joseandresjimenezc_ . --- Just click on the yellow link.
[NOTE: The clipart and gif seen in this entry were found online. However, the images of the handsome bearded guy, used to represent me, were downloaded from my paid subscription to Dreamstime, a royalty-free, stock image provider. All other clipart was found online.]
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