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 always dreamed of shaggin a really sweaty man with a really intense smell of sweat then hed make me lick it up from all under his pits then hed push me down to his sweaty cock and suck him till he came then just ass i thought it was over hed push ma face ino his hairy sweaty ass n make him rimm him. Mike

13 thoughts on “the smell of a cock

  1. That is a GREAT pic at the top of this page. Totally masculine. Hot. You can smell it.

  2. Dear All,

    I probably have missed a lot because I’m new to this site and still wandering half dazed from one erogenous zone to the other, but my impression is that there hasn’t been enough said about the smell of a man, the role that smell plays in making love.

    I had a Tamil lover in Singapore, long ago. I really loved him and still do. Where to begin? His armpits. They smelled like dry grass in summer except they were wet with sweat that smelled like damp, moulding earth. Then his chest, buried in hair that was fragrant like peonies only I could bury my face in their bushy darkness and lick the salty and sweet smelling sweat from his skin and nipples buried beneath them. The first time we made love I told him his chest was like a mountain field, burned by the sun and blown by the wind.

    It was never long before the overpowering musk and almond of his balls pulled my lips, my nose, my whole face deep into his bush where it was almost impossible to choose between losing myself in the nuttiness of his scrotum forever or reviving myself with sips of his sweet-smelling precum that I sucked up with my tongue from under his foreskin.

    But It was also hard not to slip down the shaft of his cock to his anus. How can I describe that smell? It made me want to devour him! Or lose myself forever inside it’s overpowering tidal pull. Yes, it was the smell of the ocean at night. I wanted to plunge in headfirst.

    Smell matters, like Proust said, though he never described the smells of my glorious Singapore lover. I will never forget them. AJ

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