Musky or Stinky Smells Get Me Hard

Brad, a 47-year-old homosexual, lives in San Francisco, has dated many guys, and has stuck his nose in just about every musky place. He remembers that, as a teenager, he loved the smell of pumpkin pie, liquorice and doughnuts. According to his memory, or fantasy, these odors increased the blood flow in his penis, and consequently caused sexual arousal. “I have a thick dick and I could feel it growing nicely, begging to be caressed.”

Scientific studies have shown that man scent, also often called “man musk”, causes arousal and sexual pleasure. I am sure that, at one point in your dating, cruising or making out, you got excited by male odors. The body parts or pieces of clothing may vary from one guy to another, but there is definitely an olfactory phenomenon at play.

According to some researchers, a majority of adult men have the genetic capacity to perceive a particular chemical called androstenone in male body odor. To them, the testosterone-laden substance can take on a pleasant bouquet similar to vanilla or other spicy or woodsy scents. Some university papers say that the divinely potent smell of this male pheromone prompts the same brain activity in homosexual men as it does in heterosexual women.

The house where Brad grew up had three bedrooms: one for the parents, one for the two girls, one for the two boys. Brad shared a bed with his older brother who slept like a rock. This enabled the younger but more sexually precocious boy to explore the variety of aromas that emanated from the body of his older sibling, ranging from bland to spicy to stinky. It didn’t take long for Brad to discover that the stronger the smell, the more his penis hardened. He could cum full blast just by inhaling his brother’s triple fart. “Boy, would I love to fuck his tasty smelly ass!”

When he was at university, Brad got a cleaning job in the locker room of the football team. One of his duties consisted in picking up the jockstraps and bringing them back clean the next day. Each one had the name of the player sewn on the inside of the elastic band. Before tossing them into the washing machine, Brad would have a blast smelling, licking, biting, almost swallowing them.

Jed, one of the football players, often stayed longer in the locker room to get his long and slim uncut dick sucked by the coach. The pouch of his jockstrap was sometimes stained with urine that blended well with the sweat. After exploding in the coach’s mouth, he would always use the jockstrap to wipe a few drops of cum. Brad not only sniffed and licked Jed’s fuckin tasty dirty jock with frenzy, but wrapped it around his fully erected cock to masturbate with euphoria.

The San Francisco Castro District is one of the first gay neighborhoods in the United States. Having transformed from a working-class area through the 1960s and 1970s, the Castro remains one of the most prominent symbols of gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender activism and events in the World. San Francisco’s gay village is mostly concentrated in the business district that is located on Castro Street from Market Street to 19th Street.

One of the most popular gay venue in Castro District is Beaux. This bar is known for the good-looking patrons it attracts. Brad’s reddish-blond curly hair is an asset, and it draws the attention of some guys who hop on a stool and offer him a beer. Others walk by nonchalantly to slap his tight peachy butt. When he thanks a cruiser for the drink, Brad always manages to give him a hug, trying to get a quick smell of his armpit.

In bed, foreplay always includes burying his nose in the partner’s armpit, inhaling the manly scent, licking the hairy hollow, and moaning with pleasure. The lip-kissing that follows automatically gets more passionate. Brad also adores rubbing his nose in an ass to taste the manly smell of the crack. He does not like his mate getting out of the shower, smelling of soap; he wants to taste natural perspiration.

A man’s sweat, saliva and semen smell like testosterone, a somewhat musky odor. In a 2005 study, gay men given anonymous samples of sweat preferred the scent of gay men, and heterosexual men fancied the scent of women. The exact definition of “man scent” varies among its aficionados. Brad defines it as the smell of a man that had a long day at work, came back from a run, or exercised at the gym.

One exciting experience involved a construction man working half a block from Brad’s apartment building. This man quickly noticed that he was being flirted with. Brad was giving him furtive winks as he stroked his crotch. One evening, the construction guy decided to follow Brad, and he got invited straight away. “Hi, my name is Jim, I’m heterosexual but curious to suck a cock and maybe even get fucked.” Jim’s muscled and hairy body obviously excited Brad. The guy’s ass was a Rock of Gibraltar and would have made any horny guy get hard on the spot.

“Don’t worry, I will suck your rod but I first want to smell your armpit.”

“Fine, can you also pound my ass?”

“Of course, after I have buried my nose in your sweaty arse crack.”

“What’s all this smelly business?”

“That’s how I get aroused. I was first attracted to your working boots and socks. I want to relish their odor.”

On that note, Brad took off a boot, raised it to his nose, inhaled its manly scent, groaning with pleasure. His cock stiffened immediately and Jim gladly began to suck it. Brad removed a sock and covered his face with the divinely stinky piece of wool. “Fuck, this is heaven on earth!” What followed was plenty rewarding for both men. Brad sniffed kissed and licked every inch of the Rock of Gibraltar. He then buried his face in Jim’s crack, got drunk on the aroma of a deliciously smelly rear-end, tongue-twisted his way inside to taste a succulent rosebud, then introduced his cock in the well-lubricated hole.

Jim kept shouting and screaming: “Fuck yeah, oh yeah, fuck yeah!” Brad had never heard such a stream of lust-fueled encouragement. As for Jim, he was certainly wondering why he had waited so long for such a hot experience. He never thought that his ass could have so much fun. “Don’t stop! Deeper! Harder! Fuck the hell out of me!”

If hell is like this, sign me up!