Re: Sniffing underwear
Hoooooly sh*t this is a craaazy thread! I never knew so many guys were into this! Okay, so here is the story of my first time...
It happened five years ago. At the time, we were living in the mid-west and my best friend Andy lived right across the street from me. We both played MS and JH soccer together during the fall/winter and our parents kept us busy with our U16 club team the rest of the year. Most Friday nights, Andy and I would stay at each others houses and then our parents would drive us to club matches early on Saturday morning. I'd never thought of Andy as a hottie (naturally) until after I went through puberty. Suddenly girls and boobies just up and disappeared and the next thing I know, Andy is starting to look smokin.
We were/are both in great shape as mid-fielders. We're both pretty tall and lanky, and we both have short blonde hair, but Andy's was slightly shaggy, down to his ears, and was sun-bleached sandy blonde. The cool thing about Andy is he ALWAYS looked up to me and as soon as I learned about sex and jerking off, he wanted to know all about it. By the time he was fourteen-and-a-half and I was fifteen, we were pretty much fooling around on a regular basis. We'd play strip poker or truth or dare (with just the two of us-yeah, I know... GAY!) and it usually always ended with us jerking each other off or something along those lines. Needless to say I was pretty hot for him by the time he was a
Freshmen, and his smooth flat stomach had developed into a hard defined abdomen, while his five-inch hard d*ck grew to about six or six-and-a-half inches.
One Friday night when we were sleeping over at his house, we snuck a couple of beers from his parents fridge and decided to play hide and seek in our undies. I'll never forget that he refused to play until I changed out of my boxers and into my tighty-whities (which I had packed for Saturday's game-NEVER play soccer in boxers!) because he had stripped down to his Hanes briefs and said it was only "fair". So I pulled on my briefs, and then he said I should hide first, so we shut off the lights (it was PITCH DARK) and I went to hide in his bathroom. I knew where his laundry basket was, and I decided I was going to hide inside of it. It was practically empty because our moms did laundry almost every day from our dirty kits, but I pulled out the couple pairs of soccer shorts and other various items, and then crouched down inside. Then, I grabbed his clothes and piled them on top of my head and pulled the lid back on. I ended up waiting a long time for Andy because he obviously didn't think to check his OWN bathroom first. Naturally I started getting really bored and became hyper-aware of all of my senses.
The next thing I know, I'm breathing in this strange kinda salty, almost musky smell. I pretty much attributed it to one of Andy's sweaty soccer jerseys on top of my head as I sort of recognized the heady smell, but it wasn't like the strong tangy smell of BO, so I was kinda curious. I started moving my face to the right and left because I couldn't see a damn thing, and I felt my nose brush against really soft cotton material that wasn't like the dry-fit material our soccer clothes are made from. I knew right away that they were Andy's briefs. (As a side note, Andy pretty much strictly only ever wore tighty-whities, and damn that boy looked hella fine in them) I'll never forget the way my heart started racing when my fingers finally found his briefs and then I pushed them against my face and began inhaling.
He hadn't worn them for a day or so as they weren't damp anymore, but there was still a strong musky smell over the fly-front that reminded me of the smell of his sweaty dick and balls from the one time that we went down on each other like right after a muggy Friday night school match. I was instantly hooked on the scent of his dirty underwear, but I was far too afraid Andy might cheat and turn the light on and discover me nose-worshiping his tighty-whities, so I got out of his basket and threw his briefs on top of the pile, and sure enough, the little @ss had found a flash light, and was chasing after me seconds later.
Needless to say, soon after I was making an excuse to use the bathroom, and I turned his bathroom light on, and went right over to the dirty clothes basket and I could see his white Champion briefs balled up on top. I immediately opened them up and shoved my face inside of the crotch of his tighty-whities. Oh my god, the smell was incredible. It wasn't strong or overpowering, but just had a really nice, heady, salty, musky smell which went right to my dick, tenting out my own FTL's. I'll never forget pulling the crotch of his briefs away from my face to re-position them when I noticed the tiniest, thin, light-tan streak starting just behind the thick cotton seam bisecting the crotch and the seat, traveling up the back of his briefs an inch or two. I should have been grossed out by the sight, but I was already so whole-heartedly turned on by the salty, musky smell of his briefs, where the soft white cotton material had hugged his sweaty balls and dick that I instinctively ran my nose up the back of Andy's underwear.
Oh my god, the little streak was so tiny, but the smell was incredible. It was so distinctively rich and intense, musky like the smell of Andy's sweaty cock and balls but stronger where his cotton briefs had ridden up the tight, narrow crevice of his ass. I couldn't stop running my nose up and down the back of Andy's dirty tighty-whities absolutely losing myself in the incredible smell. I'm so glad I wasn't massaging my own bulging tighty-whities at the time. I hadn't even thought to pull out my cock and start jacking off because I was so caught off guard by how incredibly amazing my sexy best friend's underwear smelled. Then, Andy pretty much busted into the bathroom right then and there.
I was so fucking embarrassed, and I KNEW he KNEW what I had been doing because his face got really red, and I thought he was gonna be pissed off and that I was about to lose my best friend, and like any hormonal teenager (we're gonna pretend that I was wayyyyyyy younger than 15 at THAT moment) I started bawling like a baby. Of course Andy was NOT pissed OR embarrassed! He got me to calm down quickly (Andy just had a way) and gave me a very brief peck on the lips (one of the only times we've actually kissed). Then, to my F*CK*NG shock he keeps blushing and says after he'd grabbed the flashlight he went back and found my boxers and sniffed them too.
Now I can't remember if I had been ROCK HARD before Andy had first walked in, but if I hadn't been, then THAT certainly did it for me.
We never finished that particular game of hide and seek. Instead, we promptly went back to his room and laid on his bed and took turns sitting on each others lap and jacking each other off through the opening of our briefs. I'll never forget the smell of Andy's white cotton briefs, even though they weren't as intense as the underwear of some of my varsity high-school soccer buddies from the south. He was my first however (in many regaurds), and I will also never forget the feeling of him sitting on top of my lap, his long legs spread out over mine, his firm ass cheeks clenching like crazy over my dick, wedged up into the back of his briefs as I jacked him off. While we've cum together many times, that was our favorite way to do it, and I'll never forget the fact that his orgasm seemed to be so much more intense that night, nearly bringing me over the top as his ass ground into my dick and his hips thrust against my fist.
While we continued to fool around together almost every weekend after that, neither of us ever brought up the "underwear incident" again.
UNFORTUNATELY, my mom got a really lucrative job offer down in the south just a few months later, and other than leaving my extremely sexy best-friend, I was VERY happy to get out of the mid-west. Naturally, little did I know that the boys that I would come to meet at my school and soccer clubs down here, would merely serve to intensify my attraction to sexy guys in tighty-whities, and ultimately, bring about some of my most intensive encounters with a hand full of different uber-hot soccer boys and their sexy as h*ll undies. But those are other stories for another time.
-michael
(yes, I know it's pedantic and overly wordy, but I like details!!)
