At the time I began playing recreation-league youth basketball, I had no idea of what gay or same gender love was all about. What I did indeed know was that I was fascinated by the sight of men's hairy armpits. I could, and did, stare at them without shame. What I really wanted to do was to caress or to stroke them "up close and personal."
I honestly believe that this pre-adolescent obsession with men's hairy armpits is what inspired me in basketball. I have never outgrown it and even today whenever I am walking down the sidewalk and I notice another man walking towards me wearing a sleeveless or "wife-beater" shirt, I'll try my best to position myself so as to get an unobstructed view of his underarm fur.
That's just me being me and it's how I roll. Some guys "check out" the penis (cock, dick). Me? I look for the armpit hair. We all have our fetishes and our preferences. This is part of what makes each one of us unique.
I once went out on a date (only one date, no follow up) with a dude and when we got back to my place after our dinner and drinks. we began getting serious on my couch. You know the routine, one thing led to another and soon the shoes and shirts come off. Now, the proverbial moment of truth!
I broke off from our kissing "lip-lock" and moved my mouth down to his nipple and began tonguing it and enjoying his taste. Subtly, I raised one of his arms up and looked into his armpit. No hair! The guy shaves all his body hair.
Sorry, I'm just not into a man who looks like a plucked chicken. I am a man who has sex with other men. I want a man who acts and looks like a man. That package includes body hair, at the very least, his pubic hair and his armpit hair!
Peace Out!
Rashad