A Different Kind of Scent – the psychology of armpits

ason, masculine, blond, long hair, unapologetically walking around bare-chested, his arms confidently crossed behind his neck. At gym, he takes sixtysecond rests on a bench press chair, his body, chiselledsweat-shiny, accentuating his biceps, enjoying how guys check him out when he asserts this virile self-confidence. His light under-arm hair attracts not only attention and double-takes, but a musky odour, leaving many a twink, bear and otter pretending not to gawp, confused as to their unbelievable attraction to him. Jason owns his cocksureness. He owns his dudeness. He knows that standing in a shower, soap dripping from his naked body, armpits exposed, and door open in the bathrooms that chaps stare. Some wondering what it