Date: Mon, 5 May 2014 15:11:36 +0000 From: Jake Scott Subject: Arse Confession Confession: I love the smell of male arse. It drives me absolutely wild. I can't get enough of it. I can't explain it, but I know what I like. Whether it's mine, or whether it's another boy who's been kind enough to let me play with him - something about the sweat mixed with sex hormones mixed with pheromones - it drives me wild! I could stay with my nose and tongue buried in a boy's arse crack for hours. Yesterday one of my buddies fucked me on my bed. I was horny and it was a long weekend, so I had my buddy O come over and play. I was feeling like I wanted to top, but somehow I ended up on my back with his cock sliding up my arse. He lifted my legs up high and fucked me beautifully and masterfully. Afterwards I put my green undies back on and went about my business for the rest of the day. Eventually, before bed I threw them on a pile of my clothes and thought nothing else of it. But this morning, I picked them up to throw into the laundry basket, but as I did so I caught a scent of them. I felt compelled to take a sniff, and brought them closer to my nose... Oh man!!... Wow!... The smell was so beautiful, so intoxicating... it's like, sort of creamy, cocoa-ey, manly, musky, all combined together... It's like when you hear those snooty Masterchef judges going on about the perfect combination of flavours in their mouth - well I must be a snooty arse connoisseur because to me, arse is as complex and rich in its flavour as any haute cuisine meal. Another time, I had been at a well-known club in Central London and there was this cute younger guy in his early twenties I guess, who was there. Normally on a Friday night, people keep their clothes on at this cruise joint, but this young guy was the only one of about four of us in a dark booth who was completely naked. He was one very horny and sexy fucker. Anyway, me and him got going together - he was really moaning and making these oh so sexy sounds like he was lost in ecstasy... so horny... Well, he must have liked my cock, because after nursing on it for a while, he moaned and upturned his bum in front of me, begging me to fuck him. Now, I have to be in the right mood to fuck another guy... and generally I don't like fucking in that kind of place. I'm not much of a confident exhibitionist to fuck another guy with lots of others watching... So I didn't fuck him, but I did rub my cock up and down his arse crack and hole and took the opportunity to finger fuck him which he seemed to appreciate... I held him with one arm, fingering his hole with my other hand while we kissed and he moaned into my mouth. I pulled my fingers from his hole and brought them to our lips for both of us to taste and savour. So fucking horny. Oh man, even when I left that night, as I was walking home to catch the night bus, I couldn't help but keep bringing those fingers up to my nose to sniff, like they were some illicit substance that I couldn't go five minutes without getting another hit from. Anybody else share my love for the scent of male arse? I know most guys are really into cock more than anything, but for me arse is king. It always has been and always will be. Male arses are what first drew me into realising my attraction to men. Even when I was too shy to even think about getting it on with another guy, I learned that playing with my own arse was a joy. I'd go into the woods on my way home, pull my pants down and finger and rub my hole with one hand while I jerked myself off with the other. And when I finally got the courage to experiment with another guy, the cocksucking was nice... but when he turned me around and spread my cheeks and buried his face in there and started rimming me, it was like a light being switched on. This is what it's all about. Male arse. Face buried in arse. Fingers buried in arse. Cock buried in arse. There's nothing better to me. I generally don't mind whether it's my arse or another boy's bum... to me it makes no difference. It's all good. And oh, another great thing about male arse is that the scent doesn't disappear. It doesn't matter if you wash your hands with soap and water, that scent lingers. All the better for me, because I love having the scent on my fingers so I can continue taking sniff after sniff, hit after hit... but sometimes I get nervous other people might smell them and realise what I've been up to! Oh fuck, I better go now... all this talk has given me a wet patch on the front of my briefs. I better take care of things!