DOUBLE ARMPIT EATING

IT WAS MUTUAL, WE WERE BOTH PITS PIGS

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By Kevin McLean

I don’t often meet somebody with the same fetish as the one I have for armpits, and usually if they like armpits they are also bottoms. But this time it was different, here is a guy who was crazy about armpits, all of it, the smell, the look, the taste and he was a top.

That visit to the Eagle in Fort Lauderdale proved to be one of the most fun filled and exciting ones I ever had at that place. I went on a Saturday night; this was the old Eagle and it was humming. I could tell before I even entered the place that it was going to be full and it was going to be lots of sex, studs and fun. As I was walking from my car to the entrance I saw 6 different couples dressed in full leather. Two of which were wearing chaps and a jock strap with their rear ends totally naked; all of them with nice, hairy bodies.

My friend Michael the bartender wasn’t there that night. I later found out that he was starting to work at 10 at the outdoor bar. The guy who was tending bar that night was this young, well built and beautiful twink. I ordered a dark draft. He brought it and not even with a smile on his face but the body was nice to look at and his pants were brown corduroy and were hanging very low to allow you to see the thick pubic hair and when he turned around the crack of his ass nestled in a very perfect bubble butt.

I sat at the bar and started to nurse my beer, lit a cigarette and out of the corner of my eye I noticed the guy next to me. He was wearing a wife beater that had stains, sweat stains to be exact. He had a nice body and a pretty face. I was not going to show interest but he kept playing on this video machine a game of cards. He was aware of my presence as well and I could tell he would take his eyes off his game to cruise me.

In one of those moments when I thought he was going to look, I turned around a little and I kind of raised my arm and put my hand on the back of my neck. That got his attention…he didn’t look at my face, the whole time he looked his eyes were on my armpits. I thought that was not only interesting but very encouraging.

So I looked at his armpits and he saw me…I was busted…he cracked a smile and raised both his arms so I could get a better look and he said: “You like armpits too, eh?”

PHEROMONES

Then he said: “come here, take a sniff” and I got up from my stool and stood next to him. The video machine shielded us from most of the bar except a couple at the end who were just too busy groping each other to notice. I got close enough to smell the macho scent…it was his testosterone working overtime, it was the secretion of pheromones and to my surprise; he grabbed the back of my head and forced my whole face into his left armpit. At that moment, I thought I died and gone to heaven.

I drank it all in, smelling and licking…the taste was sweet and left an aftertaste in my mouth, pleasant though it was, I couldn’t help but notice that not only was I producing a lot of pre-cum but my pucker was twitching…I wanted a lot more at that point. He took off his wife-beater to expose a very nice, hairy torso which went well with his four or five day beard growth. He was wearing a leather armband and some chains which I could not decipher the meaning.

Then I moved to the other side and he did the same thing…he shoved my whole face into his right pit, which was now producing a lot of pheromones and had not been touched…It was a veritable buffet of underarm delicacies. At this point he says to me: “Now, can I smell yours?”

So I stood back a bit and I raised my arms to allow him access. He inched towards my left pit and I paid him back by grabbing the back of his head and just shoving his whole face into my underarm. He licked and tongued it and then moved over to the right one. He lifted his head and kissed me, still with the taste of pheromones and his whole face smelling of my sweat. We kissed and it was hot…then he said to me “why don’t we go into the dark room and explore further?” To which I answered: “Well, it all depends, your armpits are delicious but I am a bottom” His answer was: “Perfect, I was afraid you were a top…you look so butch and act so masculine…I am a top, so there”

Off to the darkroom we went and the minute we entered he was all over me. He was kissing, licking, smelling and at the same time undoing my pants to slip his hand in the back in order to caress my ass.

His hands traveled all over and eventually he slipped his hand into the crack and inserted one finger after having smelled it and licked it with his tongue…wet like that it went in without difficulty…and this guy was getting me so hot, as I licked his pits and he was fingering my pucker.

He lowered my 501’s and then his to reveal a very healthy erection on a 9” uncut dick. It was absolutely beautiful and it was producing so much pre-cum that the whole head and around the foreskin was glistening with moisture. Again he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down so I would suck him.

Getting that cock into my mouth was no easy task…the son of a bitch had as I said a good nine inches and it was thick. It is all I could do to engulf the head and it only traveled to the entrance of my throat…it would not go any further than that…he knew it and he was happy just to receive some oral action…ordinarily when guys are so well hung they find very few queens who are able to swallow the whole thing, so they have learned to adjust to their predicament. But what he did have in mind was to fuck me…he figured that if I could not satisfy him orally then I would put out and he was right.

My trick went behind me and started to press his cock against the opening of my pucker; it soon gave and allowed penetration. He then started to pump slowly but with very deliberate thrusts. I soon lost the feeling of pain and the pleasure of having such a big cock invade my pucker was incredible.

There was some kind of barrel and he stopped fucking me and sat down; then he instructed me to straddle the barrel and sit on his cock. I did and now I had control over the pace and started to ride it. But what did happen instead was that he started to lick my armpits and I was able to reach his…we were entangled into a veritable ying-yang type of position and he would not let go of my pits and neither would I let go of his as he now started to move underneath me. This was double pit licking while getting fucked…it was a first for me.

With all the excitement of what he was doing to me, I didn’t notice there was a real cute stud next to us who was watching the whole ordeal and playing with himself. My trick brought his hand down and grabbed the guy’s dick; he pulled him towards us and he now became part of a three way. Before I knew it, he got in between my trick’s legs and started to penetrate my ass. It was a double fuck, a double decker…and I was still sucking my trick’s pits and he mine.

There I was, riding this virile, macho stud and another one just as butch and handsome comes from behind and starts to fuck me. I am being pushed to my limits of pleasure sensation…these two huge cocks pillaging and plundering my pucker hole is making me have a continuous, endless orgasm in the ass and in the front as well.

“I’m cumming, said the third wheel…ah, ah, ah, shit, ah, ah, fuck, aaaaaaaah!” and he filled my hole with tons of cum. The stud I was riding couldn’t have been any happier. As the guy pulls out, he kissed both of us and went back into the bar. My stud was now moving his cock at record speeds, aided by the freshly deposited jizz that was being worked into a frothy white lubricant…it must have felt wonderful to my stud and he begins to breath harder and to moan, grunting, and making unintelligible noises…I then knew he was reaching his climax and so was I. “Oh, fuck, $%@$%@$, %^$%^&^#$, ah, ah, ah, shit, fuck, aaaaaaaaahhhhrgh, urghhhhgrhr, grrh, ahrgh!” He too came loads and loads of a very hot endless stream of spooge and my ass was now satisfied, totally full of cum and there had to be a smile on my face from ear to ear.

THE GENTLE GIANT

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By Kevin McLean

I first met Joe Pedisiamo when I was looking for a personal trainer and he was available at my gym. He was a bit expensive so that my sessions with him were curtailed to only once a week. But from day one I liked Joe. He was the gym rat, the consummate body builder and he had a tremendous will and desire to improve on his genetically gifted body.

I do believe that you have a certain genetic pre-disposition for certain things. Body building is one of them. I don’t think that I would ever be able to accomplish one fourth of what Joe has even if I did it 24-7…my body isn’t built that way nor does it respond to exercise.

But I did improve tremendously, and like I say, some things you have from your genetics and some you don’t. I know of a friend of mine..a bottom, who wanted to have a bubble butt; the poor thing would spend hours and hours at the gym working on his glutes. Finally after about a year he realized that he had no ass whatsoever and went under the knife. He had implants and he now has an ass, but not like mine…mine is incredibly round, firm and just out there; yet, I don’t really work my glutes all that much. I spend most of my time in the upper part of my body.

The first thing upon meeting Joe that I noticed was his gentleness, his sweet disposition. He was kind and very affable. But he was all macho, not one trace of nelly queen in him, he even had one of those broadcast voices, loud and deep and he would put you through the paces doing the sets and you listened because of the voice…it was assertive and believable.

I never gave it a thought as to his sexuality. I assumed he was straight and I would admire him a lot…from afar and never gave him an inkling that I would welcome his advances if he ever would make them.

I went through a very hard period in my life with the death of my dad and then my mom’s passing. I kind of abandoned the gym for a while and became the big whore I have always been only now I was looking for sex night and day, perhaps trying to entertain myself and distract myself as to not think of my loss.

During that period of time when I didn’t work out at all, the opposite was happening to Joe. There was a certain transformation, a very remarkable threshold he crossed. While he was working as a personal trainer before, now he no longer did that for a living. He quit altogether and spent 10 hours a day at the gym. He was getting ready for a competition.

Joe must have come into some money because in order to do what he did, you had to have some income. But now Joe was twice the size he was when he coached me. It only made him look more masculine, more attractive. Let me tell you, that he had a very pretty face, not like some of these body builders who have the body but when you look at their faces you go: Ugh, what a dog!

Joe saw me come into the gym and he actually stopped what he was doing, met me about halfway in front of the tread mills and gave me a hug…he got a little carried away, I think he underestimates his strength, but that was a very spirited hug. He was so happy to see me and so was I. I asked him if he would coach me again but he said that he wasn’t able to any more because he spent most of his time preparing for the competition. He did say that he had a buddy who would and he was going to call him and if I gave him my phone number he would in turn give it to him and we could get together.

I did my piss poor work out and then took a shower, left and went back to class. That night, Joe called. He left a message on my voice mail. I called him back and he was at home already…it was past ten. He said he had arrived at the gym shortly after 6 in the morning and left at 7…that was more than 12 hours, I told him. He said that it was true, he was training 10-12 hours every day, seven days a week. But this is where it gets interesting.

Joe then said to me: “Kevin, I never told you this because you were my client. Now that I no longer do personal training I can say it without being out of line. I have had a crush on you from the first day we met and I would like to ask you on a date”

Pick me up from the floor, I nearly fainted, I was breathing heavy and my heart went into a race to see if it could not reward me with a coronary…”What did you say Joe? I am not sure I heard correctly, or is it my imagination running wild?”

Joe: “You heard right, I want to ask you out on a date…what do you say?”

Me: “Wow, it is like a fantasy come true for me Joe….I accept”

Joe: “Are you still living at the dorm?”

Me: “No, I bought a house close to the Grove, let me give you the address”

Joe: “I got paper and pencil, tomorrow is Saturday, how about if I come and pick you up around 8?”

Me: “that sounds fine, and I gave him the address”

After I picked myself from the floor, I sat down and started to think about Joe. Certainly he was hot when he was my personal trainer. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. But now he was twice as big and thrice as attractive…he was macho man, it was a dream come true. I could not wait for the next day.

I spent the whole day taking care of myself…went in the pool, got some sun, washed and scrubbed, put on lotions, got rid of unwanted hair, trimmed and clipped…I looked like a million bucks…at age 26 I was a sight to behold…If he didn’t like what I had to offer he had to be blind.

He got to my house ten minutes early, drove into the driveway in a very nice BMW and rang the doorbell. I opened the door and he embraced me, this time he was a little more gentle but it was strong nevertheless, did not break two ribs this time…and he actually kissed me.

We left and went to this healthy organic type restaurant over at 1248 SW 22 Street called “Lifefood Gourmet” and evidently he is a regular there. He ordered four items on the menu…I could not believe how much food Joe was consuming…while I got full on the salad I ordered, he then also had two desserts. We left and went back to my house where I knew the fucking was going to be intense.

Kevin got his wish…I got fucked big time by a big cock on a big stud…He was incredible in bed… all I can tell you is that I had an anal orgasm and I shot my wad three times while he was fucking me.

Next thing I know I am dating him on a regular basis, almost exclusively and then he wanted to move in with me. He came over with a whole shit load of stuff, I was a bit taken back but I went along with it…after all, I was getting fucked like never before and Joe was a sight to see…when he was there…he spent endless hours at the gym.

I noticed a great fluctuation in his weight…he would go from a 38” waist to a 29” in a matter of weeks…When he was in training he ate all kinds of weird things and had these awful protein-health shakes three or four times a day…he even took his lunch to the gym…it consisted of a dozen hard boiled eggs, salad, cereal with fresh fruit in it and the abomination of that health shake.

Joe was placing third and second in competitions and then he decided to go pro…he moved to California and he is still in the competition business. I don’t hear from him often but we are still friends.

SERVICING A STUD IN THE WILD

BLOW JOB FOR A TRAIL HICKER

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COURTESY OF

By Kevin McLean

You know by now how much I love the outdoors and all that is related to it like camping and hiking. I went to visit an old trick of mine in North Carolina. Steve was this hot guy who was a top and had a fantastic cock. He and I would really make sparks fly when we hit the sack. After I arrived, we fucked almost all night and the next day we went on an all day hiking trip on the Appalachian Trail.

We left very early in the morning and got there just about time to watch the sunrise. We started walking, climbing and Steve who smokes a lot was totally out of breath. But we kept on going. Sometime around noon we stopped along the way to eat some of the stuff we had brought. We even took a dip in one of the pools one of the creeks provides and it was an idyllic setting. Steve fucked me there again, in the water and it was incredibly pleasurable.

We kept on going after a little nap and just about four in the afternoon, we were getting close to where we had left the car in this trading post parking lot. We could hear the music and conversation at a distance. We knew we were almost there.

But guess what greeted us at the bend of the trail, on a bluff overlooking the trading post? There was this young stud with tats all over the place and he was shirtless. He greeted us in a very friendly fashion and I commented on the tats. I asked him if I could take a photo of one of his tats that drew my attention and he said I could.

That led to yet another photo and then he said if I wanted to I could take pictures of him. So I did. Before I knew it, the dude was lowering his pants and then bent over to have his ass photographed. Steve was going crazy because he wanted to suck him off. So he got closer and grabbed his dick and the dude didn’t even blink. Steve went to town on him and then I went down on Steve while he was sucking the dude. Then we traded places and guess who got the cumload? Me. That was a very eventful and pleasant trip into the wilderness.