I had to throw my two cents to this thread; this is a big turn on for me! I always thought my dad was a good looking guy, he still is. I always had a love/hate kinda sorta rocky relationship with him, but that’s another story. At about 13 the attraction really hit me hard and that’s when I got into his underwear. It started with his socks; I always loved his big feet, fucking beautiful. Eventually, I got to his underwear after thinking about it for a long time. He always left them hanging on the back of his bathroom door (he had his own bathroom). They were white FTL briefs, size 32-34. I still remember the first time I had touched a pair, the feeling that came over me when I had them in hand was like holy shit, his dirty underwear. I was very nervous the first time and I tried to take a quick whiff, the scent got me. I can’t even explain it, it was pure fuckin MAN. I could smell ball sweat and piss together, the back of them had a sweaty very light shit scent to it and it was like a drug to me. Some days the stains were more noticeable than others. Very rarely did I notice any cum stains, but when there were the smell was even more intoxicating. I was hooked from that first day and continued sniffing his underwear till I moved out at age 20 (I’m 31 now). I don’t know what it was; it was just so masculine and made me feel like a man to smell it. Some days they wouldn’t smell as good, almost no scent, other days it would be a bit too much, but most of the time they were just as I liked. If I knew the coast was going to be clear I’d put them on, god that made me feel so good. Jacking off with them was something I did every once in a while. The problem there is after I would cum I’d feel really disgusting about what I did, but the good feelings would come back in a few days or so. I remember when I was in my teens I couldn’t wait till I had that scent and I think I finally starting to have it at about 28 or so.
I can relate to a lot of you guys out there with similar stories and I know what those times were like and I can recall that first time like it was yesterday, I’ll never forget it. I never got to see him naked, but did see him in his underwear frequently. I never got caught either. Sadly, today he wears colored boxer briefs, which I can’t stand. All good things come to an end. I think about sums up my experience.
Oh, and one thing that I always wondered was that if he ever looked at my underwear. He probably didn’t, but you never know. He was the laundry guy in our house. Anyone else ever wonder about that?
