Man-to-Man Cologne

Frank likes to sniff a man’s sweaty armpits. He loves to bury his nose in a stained jockstrap. What he adores the most is the smell of a man’s ass. Frank is a world-renowned specialist in butt aroma. You could say that he holds a doctorate degree in Hot Smelly Ass Holes.

The butt crack is warm, dark, and prone to dampness. There’s not a lot of airflow down there, plus we’ve got sweat glands, hair and moisture. Biological studies show that all of this combines to create a mini-climate in your pants that is perfect for stank, a slang word meaning foul smell. Frank is obviously not of that opinion; he has conducted is own in-depth study of the masculine ass or arse, also called butt, caboose, pooper, rear-end, trunk and whoopie cakes, just to name a few. You will agree that so many names would not have been invented for something stinky.

The study conducted by Frank begins in a track and field competition. Track events consist of sprints, middle- distance, long-distance, hurdles and relays. Field events include jumps and throws. Each athletic performance triggers a lost of sweating, and Frank catches it on the spot, on the ground to be more precise. He pays athletes to let him smell their butt cheeks at the end of each event. Frank notes that they all have a musky scent.

The next stop is a barn where Jed and Ted masturbate each other after a day’s work. The two cowboys stand naked face to face near a hay stack, well not completely naked because they keep their cowboy boots on to feel more manly. While Jed and Ted kiss like Brokeback Mountain stars, and stroke each other’s thick cut meat like they were sharpening a steak knife, Frank is free to bury his face in their ass crack, and inhale what he calls an earthy aroma. It is true that the hay, the horses and the manure contribute to this conclusion.

On to a gay wrestling match now. Harry and Henry roll over each other on the mat, and loose no time in grabbing their opponent’s balls and ass, in biting the stiff rod, in stripping off the singlet to suck man juice. Frank is allowed to worship Harry and Henry’s arse. The butt muscles are firm and Harry’s rear dimples drive Frank crazy. He starts by caressing the ass gently, then moves on to massage it firmly before kneading it vigorously. Each gesture is part of a choreography set to trigger manly spasms that intoxicate Frank. His nostrils inhale every inch or centimeter of the divine crack. One word defines the scent: it’s ripe!

Frank then decides to explore a nudist beach. One section immediately catches his eye: no less than nine men expose their asses for an all-over tan. Some guys don’t want to be bothered, but an Asian twink winks at Frank, an invitation that he accepts on the spot. The Japanese guy perks up his butt and spreads his cheeks to be rimmed. Before tongue-twisting his way inside, Frank discovers why someone once wrote that “the smell of a young anus never let’s you leave that crack between the cheeks”. Sniffing it is a pure delight.  The smell is that of a sweet cute boy. It beats the Japanese Tamatoy brands of “schoolgirl urine” and “schoolgirl armpit” perfume scents.

The study would not be exhaustive if it did not include a stop at a gymnasium. The name comes from the Ancient Greek term gymnos, meaning naked or nude. Only male citizens were allowed to use the gymnasia. Frank finds a private gym for men and spends all his time in the locker room. He has a jockstrap fetish and most of the guys around him exhibit a bulging one. Marcel is sitting on the floor at the end of an alley of lockers; he caresses his small white pouch stained by urine and sperm. Because of his huge dick, Michel wears a slightly perforated jockstrap. He faces Marcel and, from this position, Frank can admire the straps that frame the peachy butt. The sweaty smell of the two men fills the room.

There is a rule in this private gym: you can kiss, caress, masturbate and rim in the locker room, but if you want to ass-fuck, please use the shower area. Frank doesn’t want to smell a clean soapy ass, and he’s glad that Marcel has chosen the locker room to face-fuck Michel. While a hard rod fills a hungry mouth, a “scientific” nose smells the most sublime hole in the world. The word virile describes this manly scent.

Frank is convinced that thousands of men dream of smelling like a guy’s ass when they go cruising or on a date. He has a brilliant marketing idea: create a musky-earthy-ripe-cute-boy-virile cologne for men. According to his research, many guys are willing to pay a heavy price for what is right for them. The most expensive cologne for men is Clive Christian’s Imperial Majesty that sells for $435,000 per 17 ounces (500 ml). Clive Christian also has a No. 1 men’s perfume that sells for $2,150 per 1 ounce bottle (29.5 ml). If your budget is tight, you can opt for Creed Aventus Eau de parfum at $1,055 per 17 ounces; this men’s fragrance portrays power, strength and success.

To produce the hottest man-to-man cologne, a track & field athlete, a cowboy, a wrestler, a nudist twink and a gym jock accompany Frank in his laboratory for accurate doses of manly scents. Frank spends hours poking his nose in their butt cracks and fuck holes. Once he gets the perfect amalgam, a name has to be chosen to baptize the manly cologne. Famous eaux de toilette (cologne) for men have a French name: Rose d’Arabie (Armani), Ambre Nuit (Christian Dior), Soleil Blanc (Tom Ford), La Nuit de l’Homme (Yves Saint-Laurent). After careful consideration, Frank baptizes his eau de toilette for men Vive le Cul (Praise the Ass).