The smell of a mans hairy armpit dripping in sweat with no trace of any soap or deodorant allowing nothing but the pure stink of his pungent ripe musky man scent radiating out of his pits is my kryptonite. Doesn’t matter wear I am, when I get even the smallest hint of that man scent I can’t think of anything else beside find it’s owner and face planting deep into his pits, wrapping my arms around him, pulling my face as close to the source as I can ensuring there’s no room for any of its sweet aroma to escape. At that point even if the person was the furthest thing from what I normally would consider to be attractive I become blind to their appearance and crave nothing else but being able to inhale as much of that ripeness as I can. The small of a mans ripe musky armpit is the apex of my sexual satisfy pleasuring.
The first time I found out I had this craving for ripe man scent I was 10 and my older brother was the head lifeguard at the town pool. I would go to work with him and spend the day hanging out and helping in the front desk or in the concession stand. One day when I was in the concession stand one of the male lifeguard walked to start his shift just after ended his shift covering the pool. He was wearing a tank top which was drenched in sweat and you could see his thick long black hairy armpits was dripping in sweat. He was 16 and a super tall guy, around 6’5. He had a thick body and a Jeanie chest and stomach and a thick dark happy trial. I was under 5 at the time so I could easily see his crouch. When he walk into the small room his sweaty ripeness instantly over powered all of the other smalls like the hotdogs and popcorn. I’ve never smelt this before and instantly knew I like it whatever it was. I remember asking him what the smell was and he said sorry it’s me I’m sweaty from sitting on duty. I ended up pull my chair right next to him placing me as close to his armpit as I could. I spent the whole summer next to him when he work the front desk or the concession stand.
The next time I smelt someone with that delicious ripe man scent was when I was in high school and I had made a new friend Jeff. We are both 16 and pick him up from track practice one day. He had his short running shorts on and a tank top that was so cut in his nipples showed. When he sat down in the car his shorts would expose his thick meaty thighs. His shorts would hug his package so tight you could see he didn’t have underwear on giving the perfect outline of head of his Dick. He was in really good shape and had a really nice defined chest and sexy abs. He was fair skin tone and reminded me of Keanu Reeves. He had a happy trial with black hair that start out wide at the base and came into a thin line at the bellybutton and continued up to his chest. He had long black armpit hair and when he got in the car my senses went into over drive. I found my new addition, Jeff. over time at a sleepover or any chance I got I would find a reason a way to get me a sniff of that Jeff scent. I would take his gym running shorts, his T-shirts, and even his used underwear just to get me a sniff of his sent. This is when I knew I had fetish for armpits.