For as long as I can remember I have been turned on by my uncle. My dad's older brother. Due to the fact that we lived in the same town, I visited my cousins (his children) quite often. I remember that when I got acquainted with the fascination of smelling underwear and socks, I always smelled his underwear from the laundry basket, which stood in the bathroom.
And then it developed a bit. After a family party we stayed overnight in a hotel. It so happened that his wife could not come with him to this party.
At night he knocked on my room in just a dressing gown. I could see in his eyes what he meant. He said that he had realised that I was playing with his boxers and socks in the bathroom. And even especially for me, when he knew when I was coming, he would leave them on top of the bin so that I wouldn't have to search deep.
Since then we have had sex regularly, initiated trips together to a concert or other events. Not too often, so that there are no suspicions. But thanks to the fact that we live in the same city, we can meet at his house when he is alone.
I don't love him, I also have sex with other men, but I consider him my best lover. He is 185cm tall, very slim, has a large penis and sagging testicles. His body smells very manly, I love his sweaty armpits and testicles. He is a great kisser. He likes to be slightly dominant, although towards his wife he is very submissive. No one suspects us of such a relationship. We don't overdo it with meetings, but also no one is surprised that I go out with him "for a beer". 24 years apart.