by Kristina Lloyd
I love men's armpits. I love the look, touch, taste and smell of them. You know when he's undressing and he pulls his top over his head, when he's briefly blinded by fabric? Sometimes, I want to freeze that moment. I want to stay with the whiff of his dark, musky scent and feast my eyes on him when he can't look back. I love how his raised arms pull his torso tight, expand his chest and flatten his belly. I love the flash of underarm hair, the soft hollowing within those delicate bones and the paler skin that rarely sees the sun. And then I love nuzzling up for a noseful and getting that pheremonal hit. It's intoxicating, like breathing in sex itself.
There's a word for armpit lust: maschalophilous. See? This isn't just another Kristina Lloyd gratuitous-pic upload. It's highly educational!
The etymology of maschalophilous is rooted in the Greek - oh, bollocks to it. I'll just keep uploading photos, while making occasional noises like 'meep' and 'oohhh', shall I?
Because I have quite a lot of photos and I think you need to see as many as possible to appreciate the wide variety of armpit poses a guy has. He can be strung up (poor Trent!), showing off (lots of those), lazing around (lots of those too) or casually stroking his head and wishing it were my hand that caressed him. (Oh, David, I'm sorry, I'm busy right now.)
White vests go well with armpits, as demonstrated by Chad White (left) and Carmo della Vecchia up at the top there.
No clothes at all looks very nice too. See, here's proof!
What I love most about a good armpit pose, and the one above is a classic, is it's such a delicious mix of arrogance and vulnerability, of easiness and strength. His body is bold and open, his biceps are tense, and yet we're seeing the tender underside of muscle, the patch of soft hair, the sweep down the sides of his torso, the hint of ribs beneath the skin. It's a position in which he's asking to be licked, sniffed, caressed or, um, blown. Um, or straddled.
Ahem. A recent study by the US Dept of Olfactory Obviousness discovered that women exposed to the concentrated compounds extracted from men's sweaty armpits become horny. I'd have told 'em that for a tenner.
Oh, look! That poor man just fell over on the bus!
Oh, look! That man is wearing see-through swimtrunks but no one will notice because they are dazzled by his armpits!
Oh, look! Man-love!
Oh, look! He is dreaming of having sex with me.
Oh, look! Brad's pits.
I think I should stop there. If I carry on much longer, I'll start doing scandalous things like linking to gay porn sites called armpits.com or showusyourpits.com or telling you that 'bagpiping' is the slang term for armpit sex. And then where would we be? Sacked, probably, if you follow those links at work.
So tell me. Do you share my maschalophiliac tendencies? Do you want him soapy-fresh or sweating from a hard day's graft? Do you want him hairy or barely there? When he's flat on his back, hands behind his head, what is it, exactly, that you want to do to him?
Picture credits: Tattoos (3) by Joe Oppedisano; Classic armpit (5) and Sex Dream (10) by Quemas; Man-love by Dylan Rosser