You know you are one. From your first sexual stirrings you've never been like the other boys. The ones obsessed with tits, ass, pussy. The female form is beautiful in every way, but you know you aren't worthy. Even feet are above your status of worship. You need something smellier. Less overtly sexual. Less fun. Enter the armpit. My sweaty, hot, hairy armpits. You'd give anything to run your tongue along my stubble and bury your nose in tight, headlocked into my arm pit. Give in, pit boy. Show me just how much you love worshiping this way.