Yes, i love it....including my own ass hole smell. I also try to smell the ass of my friends when they are sleeping.
Played stink finger yesterday with a guy who came on to me in the sauna. Just lightly rubbed his pucker, but had a powerful funky male aroma on my finger to savor for hours later. I invited him over to sit on my nose for a J/O scene. I want to lick his balls with my nose up his asshole.
Man I REALLY wish these people who have a problem with the idea of people getting off on smelly ass would STOP coming to this thread and posting their negative comments. If you don't like that sort of thing then just stop coming to this thread and leave those of us who DO like it ALONE !!.
I'd say: Josh Duhamel, Kal Penn, Jason Biggs, Jared Padalecki, Jamie Oliver (UK tv chef), Robbie Williams, Colin Farrell. (Okay, more than five, but who can choose?)
And hadn't thought of John Krasinski...nice! A seemingly clean-cut guy, but... ;-).
omg --- some of the comments ---- lmao!
I have such a sensitive nose and I can't stand the smell of ass!
to each his own i guess.
Owain Yeoman who plays Rigsby on The Mentalist - I'd sniff his ass!
There's no better scent than that of a MAN.
I love the smell of warm sweat soaked balls, the faint odor of underware with the final drips of piss and the full wiff of a day old buttcrack !!!
Bring it ON !!!
High Fives Random Dude
My top 5:
1) Cristiano Ronaldo
2) Josh Duhamel
3) Chris Evans
4) James Marsden
5) Hugh Jackman
I could rim and smell those asses all day long!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I went drinking with some friends two Saturdays ago during the day. About 5:00 pm, I picked up this guy. He was hot. He hadn't shaved, and he had been drinking most of the day also (We were in the French Quarter in New Orleans). We were both a little ripe since we had been enjoing the weather, partying outside most of the day. When we got back to the hotel room, the first thing he did was to walk into the bathroom to "clean up." I stopped him and pulled him out of the bathroom. Guys, when we stripped and I saw his furry, unshaved ass, I went crazy b/c I knew that hair was going to make his ass musky as hell. But, when he laid back on his stomach, and I spread his furry ass cheeks, his ass was even better than I imagined. It smelled incredible. Only like a long day of not showering could make it. It was also a little "slimy". You know what I mean, sweat mixed with ass funk. The best was that he got so turned on by my eating his funky ass, and kept he telling me to lick his dirty ass, and to clean his hole for him. I can't remember a hotter time rimming a ripe hole.
I never really got the whole "ass sniffing" thing until six months ago. I was in a trashy strip bar in Chicago. I hadn't really spent much time in them so I was a bit nervous. They don't have such "naughty" things in Utah.
There were a few cute guys up dancing. Then one came out in a jock strap and I thought "damn that's hot". All inhibitions aside I jumped up and went to give him a buck. This boy knew what he was doing. I got a damn good show for that dollar. I even got to run my finger down his crack before sitting down. When I got back to the table I absently put my hands up to my face. I immediately got a whiff of man stink from my finger. I pulled my hand away in disgust. Then for some crazy reason I brought my hand back up to my nose, just to confirm thats what I was smelling. Sure enough. Only this time I started to feel my self get a bit hard. I kept smelling my finger as nonchalantly as possible until the smell started to fade.
Then it became like a drug for me. I kept returning to his stage brandishing my ones, and each time managing to get my finger in his crack enough to refuel. The first time I went up I was so nervous i hadn't realized how moist and "slippery" his ass was. But on the second, third and fourth visits, I was certainly aware of his funk and I was I was possessed.
I finally got up enough courage to offer him a $20 if he would stand up, and back his ass up to my face and let me smell his ripe butt first hand. He was very hesitant, but finally gave in. He even pushed back hard enough, my nose rubbed across his hole and I even managed to get a little taste before he pulled away. I was stunned, I nearly came in my pants right then and there. I immediately rushed off to the bathroom and with my finger to my nose and licking my lips, I pulled out my cock and blew my load.
Ever since I've been obsessed with sweaty dirty butts. My own included. I take every chance I get to sniff, finger and lick a ripe ass. I'm afraid I may have become addicted. Do they have a 12 step program for this?
Ass isnt suposed to smell of lavender water!
They are supposed to be musky and smelly, thats the best part!
...LOL @ Pervhead....You need to stop...Tom Welling is a Handsome dude..I havent seen any pics of those Buns of his..
I agree with you Dude...But I'm also in agreement that a Hot Fucker is a Hot Fucker even if he is Famous...
Now I sorta laugh at Guys that actually remember the names of the Porn Models in their DVD collection and have wet dreams about Male super-stars...To me that is a "make-Believe" world...It's not real..But as they say to each his own...
I've only come across one butt I didn't care for. This hot biker really had me going. Gave him some great head and then wanted to sniff and lick his hairy tight ass. He had ballls of shit clinging to the hairs. Not a turn on for me.
Have you guys ever noticed that the first few sniffs of a guy's ass SMELL the best and the first few licks of his hole TASTE the best?
I'll just place this here.......
some hair, good.
a lot of hair, hot.
too much hair, there's never too much.
too much hair and wet, no ma'am.
"Insanity Is Doing The Same Thing Over & Over Again Expecting To Have Different Results."
Anyway, I'd like to add that I like/do all of this and that I have no time for squeaky clean characterless (and especially shaved) arseholes. Give me man as he was made with all the smells that go with him. Sooo fucking hot to sniff those tell tale skids or get your nose into a guy's shit hole after he's had a dump and a got a good sweat up!
Me too, but I always rather a clean one!
I was on rough solo coastal trek last weekend and was just getting back towards civilisation hen I was overtaken by the hottest jogger I've seen in a good while. He was dressed in a dazzling white wifebeater that clung to a prfectly formed muscly chest and skintight light grey shorts.A perfect arse - and a dark, dark sweat streak right along his arse crack! My nose and tongue started twitching convulsively and my dick drooled its approval copiously. End of story? No. A couple of metres past me he actually fingered his arse crack pushing his shorts into it. Then he turned briefly, grinned and shot off again. I'm still getting off on that experience!
From my age 12 to 18 most everything I did behind closed doors (and doors sometimes not always closed) was then classed by others — elders, of course! — either as “experimental” or “appropriate for the age” and nothing especially to worry about. Touching, looking, holding, fondling, dressing, smelling, kissing, sucking, swallowing, and fucking (finger and otherwise) seemed not to cause much alarm with anyone, excepting those left out of the activities. At 12:01 a.m. on the day of my 18th birthday all became felony. The chargeable offense? For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. What I began at 11:30 p.m. of the hour before might have led me (depending on the jurisdiction) to a term of 10-20 years residence in a state penitentiary if continued on to the following 12:15 a.m. and having been caught in the act. No longer as a matter of acceptable conduct could I suck the nipples of an ever-eager sixteen-year-old girl or the vibrantly enflamed cock of an even more ever-eager fourteen-year-old boy. Decades after my date of transition, I’m still trying to fully understand the mania for validating by chronometry any important human experience.
Prenatal erection and intrauterine male masturbation are now matters of common documented record. Whether or not I led the vanguard on those two points remains an unsettled question — for others. Leadership notwithstanding, the first sexual experience, at age four, of which I retain any recollection was with my little playmate who lived only across the street from my house. While playing with our trucks under her front porch, she suddenly stood up, turned around, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her underpants, leaned forward, and asked, “Do you want to smell?” At that early age I didn’t know the firm implications of “yes” or “no” to any questions, so I simply said, “Yes.” In went my nose and, after decades later, it’s never been removed. This first reverie was aborted too soon by the arrival of her father. “Do you want me to tell your father what you’re doing?” “No, sir.” I fled home, forgot the (w)hole incident by the time I had crossed the street, never again saw my playmate, and never ceased to wonder if everyone smelled the same — as good! — back there as she. Jumping ahead a bit . . .
About age ten I began awakening to new anal sensations when wiping myself. Good things happening. On a lark I tried activating my butt with finger insertion, using the only available lubricant, Dr Scholl’s Foot Cream. Instant burning with an irresistible sustained inflammation! This continued intermittently until age 12, when one evening my friend, Billy, jumped me, aggressively pulled down my pants, and then gave me my first blowjob. My first swallower. Reciprocity didn’t need to be requested. Because Billy was only a pre-ejaculating 10-year-old, he gave me my first mouthful of piss; wholly unexpected, but its own kind of bliss. (Preadolescent boys’ piss has a crystalline del-cacy in a class of its own.) I wanted to smell Billy’s asshole. He willingly turned around, bent over, spread himself wide, and in I went. I’ve seldom come up for air since.
I’m drawn to all very strong body odors, especially feet and crotch, front and back. My one requirement is that everything be reasonably clean; definitely not recently washed, but clean and having been confined for at least a few hours (preferably on a hot day). There is nothing that can surpass a lack of aggressive cleanliness, in preparation for a fulfilling smellfest, than concentrations of natural body odors. Drugs? Though I’ve never tried, No contest! One special treat is having the chosen-of-the-moment propped up on his knees with his head resting on a pillow. This is, for me, one of life’s great views. From the rear, this gives me direct access to his hole to smell and pendulous balls to lick and suck.
From this position I also can blow air in his ass so I can suck out his farts. In and out, back and forth ‘til both tire. No harm done; delight for both. And his feet are never far behind. As many a veteran rimmer sure has lamented in conflict, the more the tonguing the less the aroma.
Amidst all this passive ménage a gymnastique, I’ve got to say I could, if possible, dine regularly on cum.
It’s clear from the wide variety of postings on this thread – some of which are obviously exaggerated for their attractive provocative value – that there is some ambivalence of appeal on the undeniable attraction of the asshole and its variety of aromas; more variety, certainly, than any other body part. I’d like to comment now on only of its attributes, which has had a sustained appeal for me: watching turds of various shapes and consistencies emerge and then drop, sometimes on me.
Shit-play must be pursued only with caution. It’s probably one of the few sexual activities that can lead to a complete breakdown between two – Please, this is not for the frat house! – eager buff buffs if it is, for lack of a better term, mishandled.
This is best pursued when lying in a large bathtub. With my head against a pillow, I like to have someone sitting over me at belt level; bent slightly forward while facing the direction of my feet. This gives me a clear full view of everything in his rear. (As an aside, there is, for me, some undeniable connection between the slow emergence of turds and the similarly slow emergence of a fetus in birth. Puzzling, I’m sure. Any connection twixt the two not withstanding, my only erotic response comes from turds.) After a turd is well along its terminal journey, my companion, still facing the same direction, then firmly sits down on me to secure the welcomed bond. After he’s finished and it’s sufficiently packed in place, he then turns around and lies atop me with his fragrant paste mashed well between us. Because he hasn’t wiped, I then finger fuck him while we kiss. This digital ensmearment with enhancements continues until . . .
Now, a strong word of caution is in order here. Before getting in to that tub, one must be sure that cold and hot water both are available and are running well. Shit smell can not be removed with cold water and can be removed with hot water only with effort and, with some formulations, only after the passage of a full day. My dreadest fear in this activity is for my companion and me to be fully smeared with dried shit, my entire apartment smelling like a toilet not having been flushed for the previous ten days, going to turn on the tub faucets only to have no water come out, and then hear the super of my building – This is New York! – and two plumbers banging on my front door and announce they must come into my apartment immediately to turn off the water supply valve to the apartment below mine because of a flood there. I think at that moment it would be my time to say a prayer, beg forgiveness, and then jump!
Mercifully for me, all this melodrama has yet come to pass. But, for the timid reader of these otherwise encouraging words, I think the safest way to deal with the problem of a possible plumbing failure at this most inopportune of times is to merrily go-ashitting in a rented hotel room. This is, let’s not forget, New York!
Okay, I really liked the first post, but that's where I draw the line. People are talking about getting off on sweat, musk, etc. You're bringing it into scat, which I think is totally different.
Although I still appreciate the very articulate style of your writing.
Sorry, I don't find Musings' style of writing "very articulate". I find it simply pretentious and tiresome. Come on guys, stay focused on why we are in this forum.
It was on topic and well written. Also, the period should go inside of the quotation marks.
When do you guys think an ass smells best? Lately it seems like my boyfriend will only let me sniff it if he's showered. He's reasoned with me and said he'll only wash his butt with water, but I can't seem to explain to him what I like. I just want him to go about his day, normally, and when it comes time for sex, unless he's just taken a shit like, less than 2 or 3 hours ago, then to just let me go at it!
What is it about this fetish? Why do you guys think you like it? I feel like it's tied so closely to my first experiences that it has just become an ingrained part of my sexuality. This worries me, though, because it makes me still remember and feel sexual things in regards to memories that happened when I was very young, and throughout my teenage years.
Interesting. Same for me... animalistic, primal. I think since it's been ingrained in me it's just totally wired to my sexuality. But I wonder why I got into it. Anyways, you're a bottom, but you like that? I always figured if you're really into ass (like me) you're a top.
What is it about this fetish? Why do you guys think you like it? I feel like it's tied so closely to my first experiences that it has just become an ingrained part of my sexuality. This worries me, though, because it makes me still remember and feel sexual things in regards to memories that happened when I was very young, and throughout my teenage years. saymyname
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As for the fetish itself...I've always been more of an ass guy...even though I'm a bottom. I like the look, the smell, etc. The smell awakens an animalistic side of me I cannot even begin to explain. It just drives me wild to ... huntneo
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saymyname and huntneo — both of whom are close to me in sentiment — are on the right track with their recognition of the mysterious origins of what they mistakenly are classing as fetish; more rightly called (and less psychologically loaded), I believe, attractants. Up-‘n-down the animal kingdom (including the insects), provocative scent, the pheromone, can be that spark that brings two like motivated creatures together for the moment. And that moment of indeterminate length can leave an indelible imprint on the emotional memory that finds its subsequent fulfillment in overt physical union of some kind; even if no more than with the eyes.
When in high school long ago I met Penelope, a year younger than I at seventeen. She embodied everything — skin tone, body proportions, musical voice, . . . you name it — a dream soddened adolescent boy could ever hope to encounter. But, her single distinctive feature that, even decades later, can awaken for me a memory of her full person is the aroma of Carnation, her favorite perfume. On a hot day in August on the Nr 1 train under Broadway or walking in Alphabet City on The Lower East Side of Manhattan, if someone nearby has been spritzed with Carnation that reaches me, a complete image of Penelope will come instantly before me. So, I think it must be with what saymyname and huntneo are referring to. Anyone who can define the origins and enduring caste of these attractions satisfactorily will deserve a Nobel Prize.
saymyname is worried needlessly about a continued interest in some feature of his experience that may have seized him in adolescence; or, perhaps, even earlier. I doubt he would repudiate Mozart or Emerson in adulthood because they may have had a profound, defining effect on him at his age of fourteen. We, all of us, are an accumulation of our experiences, prenatal to our current age. Those experiences we have found troublesome or that in any way interfere with our ideas of a satisfying life we try to discard. There is otherwise no reason to jettison those that continue to provide us measures of comfort and pleasure. And, further, there certainly is no reason to try to do so with those tied strongly to physical bonding with like-minded travelers with whom we become acquainted for whatever length of time.
Jefferson 2103 should speak only for himself. There can be no single reason "why we are in this forum." This point is obvious from the great variety of recollections and reminiscences set out here.
Yes, so do I. love to finger my asshole and then sniff it as i jack off.
Guys I haven't sniffed and licked an ass!!!, please tell me how does it feel???????
Why don't you try it?
Because I don't have a boyfriend
sweaty is hot, shitty is gross at least for me
I love sniff ass of beautiful boy ... I'm a very fetish
Hot sweet stink!