Dave just had to get a second look; the hair in his pits just fascinated him. Moist, dark, swirling with beads of sweat caught in it. He put his right bicep behind his head again and gave his right pit another strong lick with his tongue. No wonder most guys ran around in tank tops and cutoff shirts whenever they could get away with it. So hot to have that fur just busting out with maleness.
He licked the pit some more, further dampening the patch of fur that'd grown in there. Just doing it made his cock start to plump again, he really loved how it felt to lap at the hair with his tongue. If only it reeked like a man though; it just wasn't primal enough to have pits that smelled so perfectly, unnaturally free of man scent.