Like all other men here, I truly appreciate the smell of an uncut penis after it has been locked away behind a zipper for hours on end. To me it’s even better the more musk it has. Cut cocks are nice too. However I cannot stop there. I find the smell of ripe pits to be as alluring as using poppers, and I enjoy pulling a male sexual partners boots off, and sniffing his feet, and finally pulling his socks off and massaging those feet; I may put the sock or underwear in my mouth should I receive him into my own anus. I also, particularly don’t mind the smell of an unwashed man ass, but that does not mean I play with a dirty anus and rim. Man scent is something more men should appreciate. A hard day at work should be treated as such. Why would my swelling king be denied service and pleasures? We are both men. Masculinity has Scent
Last weekend I was having foreplay with this married guy when I noticed a distinct smell. It was the smell of a cock head in heat! The aroma wasn’t overpowering, but just enough to give me a hard-on. Not only did he have a smelly uncut cock but it was crooked. The rest of his body was clean and fresh, but his uncut cock in heat sent off this sexy, smelly, manhood scent that it was ready to be eaten and of course, I was happy to oblige. I love uncut cocks with a mild smell (nothing overpowering); it really gets me wet!! Roy
The smell of man, is just something that gets your endorphins racing. Your face buried in my balls, you are so debaucherous, and yet so good. Sometimes, I get in that mood, to where I need you to serve, and the only thing that is important, is my cock’s happiness. I am here, only to make my cock happy. My balls are full, and you must take care of that need. Smell it, Cocksucker-666
I would imagine avast majority of your readers are from London and probably in their 50s to 70 range. So many of them must remember the bars and clubs that used to be in town.
Remember the catacomb in Earls Court the Coleherne and others in Earls Court. The Sunday pub Pig and Whistle and the famous one at the bottom of Oxford Street we nick named the Elephants graveyard because if full of older men and very much younger men.
But there was always Heaven…at Charing Cross..always heaving on a Saturday night, guaranteed to get picked and fully bred.
However my story is the night at the Copa in Earls Court, back then Freddy Mercury and Kenny Everett frequented it. However this night I went with a couple of friends and we split up to check out the guys there. The place is vast, the huge dance floor with thudding music and side alcoves to get away from the beat.
I was minding my own business when this tall guy approached me. He was okay to look at probably older than me…it was obvious what he was after. He sort of cornered me and the usual pattern of conversation one hand on the wall the other stroking his by now enormous bulge. Nobody could see what he was doing but he had undone his fly and his engorged dick was standing to attention in front of me. It was a monster to say it must have been over a foot long and enormously thick….it was already wet and dripping precum. Twitching and eager to get to work.He said let’s go to the toilets and indicated behind him. Yes we went into a cubicle and told me to get on my knees…I just got the head in my mouth but the rest was impossible. Turn round he said. I heard him wet his dick and slowly pushed me forward. There was a lot of effort to get past the head of his dick but slowly he eased it in. Hold your hands on the wall….he started to go in and out for what I thought was a long time the complete length. Faster and faster but again I thought he was going to be an all nighter.But he got faster and his breathing is getting deeper. Hands tight on my waist and then round my body as there is the final thrust and spasms after spasms as he empties his balls. He pushes deep and grunts he comes the main load, I could feel it like you see in the videos like a stream of cumm being dumped. Extra slowly he withdraws his now extra hard thick dick dripping. Turns me round and I must say a very good kisser. We must have been in that cubicle an hour first the most amazing fuck and then the kissing with his rock hard dick between my thighs.
As you can imagine with that much cumm inside me and a rough ride I needed to sort my self out, so I asked him if I could have a few minutes to tidy up. When I opened the door to the cubicle I caught site of him going in another cubicle with an older guy. I stood and listened as he rough fucked the guy and after a few minutes heard him grunt as he released his load in him. Took him only a minute to leave the cubicle and winked to me and said I’m an alnighter never empty.
The older guy after a couple of minutes comes out and looks shocked. He says to me I have never been fucked like that before by such a massive dick.
So that was one of my experiences at the Copacabana a great pity but that bar closed way back in the 90s.
Oh the proper manly smell of men!
I have never met one yet who has not demanded that we are both shower fresh.
We have become so brainwashed to recoil from natural odours and have been taught to replace them with – even to prefer – synthetic perfumes that do nothing but emasculate us.
Man pit smell, man crack smell and man cock smell for me. But I haven’t found another enthusiast. Yet. Trying to sniff one out.
Like all other men here, I truly appreciate the smell of an uncut penis after it has been locked away behind a zipper for hours on end. To me it’s even better the more musk it has. Cut cocks are nice too. However I cannot stop there. I find the smell of ripe pits to be as alluring as using poppers, and I enjoy pulling a male sexual partners boots off, and sniffing his feet, and finally pulling his socks off and massaging those feet; I may put the sock or underwear in my mouth should I receive him into my own anus. I also, particularly don’t mind the smell of an unwashed man ass, but that does not mean I play with a dirty anus and rim. Man scent is something more men should appreciate. A hard day at work should be treated as such. Why would my swelling king be denied service and pleasures? We are both men.
I agree with your writings! The smell of a man’s groin and pits are wonderful and primal. I hate the smell of anti perspirant in the hairs – give me fresh sweat any day ! The smell of a cock and balls mmm gets me hard.
In response to Lidl launching a croissant-scented perfume, my local radio-station was asking listeners to name the unusual scents that they would like developed into a perfume or after-shave. I was tempted to phone in and suggest sweaty man’s armpits, unwashed cockhead, musky arsecrack or copious loads of cum. But, somehow, I wasn’t confident that the radio-station would broadcast my recommendations. Some folks just don’t appreciate the good things that they’re missing out on.
Amen! I would love a candle of musky pits especially in a masterbation group setting.
I enjoy the smell of a man’s crotch and most of all his balls. The smell of a masculine man and his sweat are intoxicating!
However, I do not enjoy the un-washed foreskin! I sometimes carry a small pack of baby wipes to keep enjoyment flowing. Never received a complaint yet!
I once sucked a homeless lad off under a toilet cubicle in Nottingham. He has a huge thick uncut cock which was twitching with anticipation under the wall. When I knelt down with my nose about 3 inches from his foreskin overhang I took in his pissy, musky cock smell, as I peeled the foreskin back so this smell became more intense. It is a proper manly erotic smell, I whacked his cock all over my face and around my nose and then gave him a nice slow and long blow job until he shot wad after wad all over me, the floor and the cubicle wall. I had the smell of him all over my face all afternoon at work and made sure I didn’t wash my face until the next day. I had a hardon for hours and hours afterwards!
I love the smell of an uncut cock. When the foreskin peels back and strong manly cock smell hits my nose. Beautiful. Also pit smells too.
the smell of man, is just something that gets your endorphins racing. Your face buried in my balls, you are so debaucherous, and yet so good. Sometimes, I get in that mood, to where I need you to serve, and the only thing that is important, is my cock’s happiness. I am here, only to make my cock happy. My balls are full, and you must take care of that need. Smell it,
Nothing hotter then pulling my big throbbing daddy dick out in a restroom and just throb and leak precum while a twink stands next to me and watches my cock throb . Then they almost always lock the restroom door , and drop to their knees . I always have them smell my cock before they even start to lick and suck the head , which i almost always keep them there on my big bulbous helmet and talk dirty to them . Call em cocksucker , and how i wouldn’t tell anyone how much they love daddy dick and to just the head boy . I have em look at me and call me good little cocksucker and ask if they love daddy dick and they just kind of hum uhh huh as their little faggot eyes roll back in their head .