My fetish for underwear, and other things

It would be great to hear from anyone who has a similar fetish and or experiences. Please feel free to contact me directly.

Big bruv's underwear

Yeah it was risky.

But the risk added to the excitement of the act that I had performed a few times to date.

It was early hours of the morning and there was little relief from the heat of the previous day. The overnight temperatures had remained high making the air stagnant, and the humidity high. The whirring fan done nothing to cool the room, or to create a welcome breeze. It just circulated the heat like an oven as I lay in just my skivies, my thoughts focused on dirty deeds.

I had barely been able to sleep, but that wasn't just because of the temperature. I had a craving for a fresh fix that I needed to urgently satisfy.

The discarded pairs of underwear from the wash basket, and beneath my brother's bed, had been enough for a while, but they were a poor substitute for a pair freshly retrieved.

That said I had managed to find a pair a few weeks back scrunched up and pushed way back beneath his bed that were liberally stained with dried cum, caked on to the fabric like a thin coat of sugar icing that was highly visible against navy blue material.

Yeah those were a horny find alright. My brother's cum rag. The feel of the stiffened fabric, and the crusted splatter marks evidence of a good man load sprayed with force. Shit I spent an age just examining them closely, imagining how it must have looked at the time it was released. My older brother's spunky load spewing out.

The scent however was disappointingly faint. Maybe they had just been stashed there and forgotten for too long. But that didn't stop me pressing them against my nose and stuffing them in my mouth, chewing on them as I stroked furiously upon my stiffened prick.

There was nothing like it to get me achingly hard and giddy with arousal, my head filled with incestuous thoughts for my masculine jock brother as I worshipped his underwear.

What had began with a chance find on the bathroom floor had quickly escalated to nothing short of an addiction, a fetish. The musky odour that permeated every fibre. The sweaty scent of cock, balls, and ass crack, each distinguishable in my mind as my nostrils travelled across the fabric, and each a major turn on, even if I didn't fully understand why.

My addiction grew stronger as I grew older. My craving making me eventually do the unthinkable... remove a pair from my older brother as he slept.

It had been my intention to just look at him sleeping in his underwear that night as I had done previously, the bedsheets already having been tossed aside he was sprawled out on his back exposed. His breathing deep, punctuated with snores. And for a little while I was satisfied with just watching him, and his bulge, my nose daring to hover just over his groin as I inhaled the fragrant air that hung there.

Did you know that on average, a man will get an erection 3 to 5 times while asleep. Each lasting on average between 25 to 35 minutes.

It was sheer coincidence as I watched him sleep that night that he was about to enter one of those nocturnal phases of arousal. The rapid growth of youthful cock stretched against the thin tight cotton enclosure of white underwear, pushing along one side, expanding slowly across, the details becoming more visible the more it grew.

Head and shaft were clearly discernable. Even some of the veins could be made out as they pumped blood to his thickening member.

The fabric strained to contain it as the elastic waistband stretched. Each throb causing the material to gape open at the Y, and offering a glimpse of bare flesh.

I was captivated. Like a rabbit in headlights I froze in place, my curious gaze fixated on my older brother. I don't know how much time passed, and I lost count of how many times his cock had throbbed. A single droplet appeared at the head, filtering through the fabric and expanding into a clear jewel that glistened.

With the tip of my tongue I delicately removed it, the salty droplet like nectar as I savoured the brief burst of flavour.

Yet that wasn't enough to satisfy my urge. Drunk on lust, and feeling fucking horny, my fingers slipped beneath the waistband and lifted it gently, my brother's large penis quickly revealed as is sprung out, and stood proudly, free from the trappings and restrictions of underwear, his strong musky pheromones quickly filling my nostrils.

Oh man. That moment, I swear.The sight, and the overwhelming smell of my older brother's exposed hard penis. Fuck I swear, I will never ever forget it.

It was perfect in shape, size, and form. Not that I had any comparisons at the time mind you. A long thick meaty shaft that curved gently, a tightened foreskin covered bulbous head, and a circular opening at the tip brimming with a pool of pre-cum

With a gentle persistent motion I tugged down on the underwear, pulling them against the resistance of his buttocks, until down at his muscular thighs. Then it became easier, down past his knees, over ankles, and size 12 feet, and there in my grasp. My prize claimed.

The erection began to subside slowly, deflating like a balloon, shrinking, the foreskin becoming loose and shrivelled, a strand of pre cum connected from ruffled cock snout to his firm stomach.

That was when I hurried back to my room, underwear gripped in hand. And there i sniffed and chewed on them as I stroked myself into a frenzy upon my bed like a person possessed, ejaculating not once, or twice, but three times. Driven wild by my brother's heavenly scent, the powerful musk that I huffed on as I visualised him. Visualised his man sized penis, and hairy balls. The thrill of what I had done providing an added rush.

I had returned his underwear that night, leaving them on the floor in the hope he might believe he had removed them himself during the night.

And yeah I had dared repeat the act a couple of times after that, and now I was now going to do it yet again...