Undies Are My Fetish
Guy's in undies is my fetish. I reckon I find that the sexiest look. That and guys in jeans with a bare torso, that’s pretty sexy too.
I've unashamedly collected undies along the way. Tim's, Daniel's, Ben's, Patrick's, Alexander's. I've masturbated as I sniffed them, I admit it. Alexander's had an unmistakable foreskin smell to them at the front. I could smell Patrick's sexy arse as I held the back of his to my face. Tim's smelt like sweat, you know, that between the legs sweat.
Mike gave me the pair he was wearing the other night, calling me a skank. Then he admitted to stealing chick’s undies, he'd been with, so he said he wasn't in a position to judge. Mike sucks on the crotch as he wanks. Yeah, nice.
Ben once masturbated into a pair and then gave them to me, filthy boy. He was drunk. Ha, ha. I talked dirty to him, at a drug-fest boy’s night. There were no girl’s there and Ben went into the toilet and banged one out while I waited outside the door.
“Don’t listen, will ya?”
“Why? What noises do you make when you…” makes pumping action with his hand.
“What… no… but it will be too distracting and I have to concentrate.”
Of course, I listened. Ear to the door and all. There was plenty of rustling, then some grunts and some groans and then someone sounding like they were being choked.
Ben had to go commando after that.
I've unashamedly collected undies along the way. Tim's, Daniel's, Ben's, Patrick's, Alexander's. I've masturbated as I sniffed them, I admit it. Alexander's had an unmistakable foreskin smell to them at the front. I could smell Patrick's sexy arse as I held the back of his to my face. Tim's smelt like sweat, you know, that between the legs sweat.
Mike gave me the pair he was wearing the other night, calling me a skank. Then he admitted to stealing chick’s undies, he'd been with, so he said he wasn't in a position to judge. Mike sucks on the crotch as he wanks. Yeah, nice.
Ben once masturbated into a pair and then gave them to me, filthy boy. He was drunk. Ha, ha. I talked dirty to him, at a drug-fest boy’s night. There were no girl’s there and Ben went into the toilet and banged one out while I waited outside the door.
“Don’t listen, will ya?”
“Why? What noises do you make when you…” makes pumping action with his hand.
“What… no… but it will be too distracting and I have to concentrate.”
Of course, I listened. Ear to the door and all. There was plenty of rustling, then some grunts and some groans and then someone sounding like they were being choked.
Ben had to go commando after that.
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