So growing up I had a best friend that was one of a kind. We knew each other since grade school and as we got older we experimented quite a bit. From kissing, to frotting to dry humping. We did everything. Only thing was we did everything with our underwear on. I guess this cemented my kink for underwear early on. As we got to high school we stayed close. But he was gravitating more towards girls, but we still cuddled occasionally. One day he picked me up after he was done with football practice and I noticed he smelled rather rank. He said he didn’t have time to shower and started apologizing. I told him flat out I had never smelled anything so good. Without thinking about it I stuck my nose into his neck, moving my way down. Not kissing. Just sniffing. He giggled. And let me go to town. I was hard as a rock. I started moving down his body. His pits smelled of musk and Old Spice. His chest was still wet with sweat, and dirt. I began sucking on his shirt. He never uttered a word. Just drove us back to his house. I worked my way down his slim torso. The smell was intensifying as I got closer to his rock hard member. I stuck my face into the crotch of his uniformed shorts. The scent was unlike anything I had ever smelled before. I could have busted right there if he hadnt stopped me. He told me to settle down as we pulled into his garage. He got out of the car, not saying a word leaving me leaning over an empty car seat. I got off and followed him to his bed room. His parents weren’t home. It was just us. I never thought I could want him more than I did right then and there. We got to his room, hugged me like he always did when no one was around and laid me down on his bed. He slowly began to peel his clothes off. His shirt. His shorts. And his socks he stood in front of me. Wearing nothing but his jock. He walked over to me and covered me in all the clothes he had just taken off. Then I watched as he took his jock strap off. I was so caught up in the moment i didnt realize I had been rubbing myself through my jean shorts. I was in ecstasy. His scent was intoxiting. I unbuttoned and, if it was an unspoken rule, began jerking off with my underwear on. Then, as if he knew what I was waiting for, he placed his jockstrap on my face. He held it with over my nose. Gently. I placed my hand over his and pressed it down harder as I took a big sniff. I was only seconds away from busting when he began rubbing my cock with his other hand. That was is. I couldn’t stand it. I busted the hardest nut I had ever unloaded since we started messing around. He took the jock and stuffed my mouth to keep me quiet, but that only made me cum so much harder. He then took my hand that was still grasping his jock and put it on his cock. I jerked him. Slowly. Gently. Just the way he liked it. Within a few minutes he was filling his worn underwear and my hand with his own load. Letting out one loud quick moan. A moan I hadn’t heard him make in a while. He stood over me for a moment. Then kissed me gently on the lips. “Now I really need to shower. And you need to clean yourself off. I looked down and realized the huge stain on my own boxer briefs. At that moment I didnt care. I had just unlocked a new fetish. And from then til college, he allow me to have free reign of his dirty clothes hamper. We never were really intimate again. But he did jerk off every now and then watching me go to town on sniffing his worn clothes. Its been years and not very many men are into this sort of kink. No one understood me the way he did. We are both in our forties. He has a beautiful family and we see each other from time to time. And every once in a while, whenever I go over to visit, he’ll text that he’s left a “guest towel” in the guest bathroom and ill find a pair of his boxer briefs waiting on the bathroom floor. Waiting. Just for me. ❤️