I discovered this weekend I have an armpit fetish. Yeah, me, the guy who considered himself a ballsack boi, a cock addict, a handjob master. But there I was, kissing a 25yo dude’s hairless pit. Ah, the smell, men, the smell. If each of us had our own secret smell, it’d be in the armpit. This particular handsome Johnny was musky, but in a good way. Like fresh moist peat. Dirt, after a heavy rain. Maybe humid sweet tree bark? I sank my nose into that gooseflesh. I rubbed my lips in it. I spat and flicked my tongue in it. I felt like a kid in a pie eating contest. He must have, too, because, he let go a huge moan and soiled his underwear in fresh cream. Im not one for being left behind. I blew my load on his thick hip. I’ll for sure be going back for more of this man salad.

I picked Tommy as this week’s gay poster stud because of his pits. Im self centered. Who didn’t know that. But, c’mon, you like how I bounce you nasty boi, so cut me slack. Tommy here, in addition to having luscious pits, comes fully loaded with cock-girth the size of a donkey. I’m not shitting you. Kid’s got some serious pipe, and, if you’ll let me get profane and horny, a delightful veiny sack I’d like to nibble grapes on. But that’s my predilection (you’re free to try it, just say my name in thanks when he blows snow on your cheeks!). I’d be remiss If I didn’t give Tommy’s man butt some props. I mean seriously the guy’s got two hams that ain’t going away. I kept finding myself touching my PC screen, trying to give cup those golden male buns. I’m as eager as you to see Tommy in the buff. But you can have that. I’ve reserved the photos and movies of him buffing his schlong and pasting his chest…