A Fetish for Mens Underwear part 2

The intensity of the odour of the underwear dissipated with each day until the masculine scent that once enriched the fabric become no more than a memory. The act of holding his underwear against my face still aroused me as I masturbated but they lacked that kick provided by the man stench. I wore his underwear to work for a few days and once home would enjoy the fragrance of my own bodily odours, but somehow it seemed a poor substitute for his distinct odour. Our paths crossed again in the changing rooms and there was the usual head nod and pleasantries, neither of us mentioning our obvious desire for another exchange as we both peeled off our sweaty gym kits. I had worn the same underwear for 4 days in a row, including in bed at night in eager anticipation of the moment I might see him again. Wearing them as I had slept had provided the most erotic dreams that guaranteed each morning a sticky damp patch from nightly emissions. I looked over as his shorts come off and his hand rubbed against the groin of his navy blue underpants and it was like he was taunting me, his palm rubbing against where his cock and balls were. I pulled off my own shorts and saw his eyes widen at my own classic white Y fronts that were marbled with yellow piss stains at the front from the amount of time they had remained on. I began to rub my own cock through the thin layer of fabric as we chatted casually about our work out and sport, neither of us commenting on our little game. My cock began to expand across the underside of the thin white cotton creating a healthy bulge which drew his attention as he continued to talk about mundane shit. There was something highly erotic about our secret passions going unspoken and a stranger walked in and straight passed us on his way to the toilets oblivious to the game at hand, like we was engaged in some kind of foreplay that only we could witness. I looked around and when I was sure we was alone I pulled down my underwear and placed them on the bench as I looked him in the eyes to acknowledge they were indeed a gift. My cock jutted out at an angle and I watched as he removed his own underwear and held them up exposing the crusty cum stained interior against the dark material. His own cock filled out nicely and was well over double the size that I had seen in its previously flaccid state. He was clearly a grower. I reached for my towel to wrap around me just as a couple of blokes entered and I headed for the showers. I rushed home with my treasure which I had placed in a zip lock bag. I wanted it to retain every ounce of scent. There in my room naked on my bed, stroking my stiff throbbing prick in one hand and the bag in the other hand as I prepared for the moment, examining the contents like a sacred object before finally opening the bag. The fragrance hit me hard the moment the fabric pressed against my face, the wonderful rush from the heavenly stink that to most would be revolting but to my olfactory senses was like sweet nectar. My penis throbbed in response to the scent. Like an addiction I had craved it and like a drug it provided a high. I don't expect those that have never explored such things to understand but at its core it feels primal, a chemical reaction within my own body in response to the chemical traces left by another. The smell that filled my nose was untainted by manufactured aromas. It was pure 100% man musk that excited my passions as I wanked and breathed heavily into the material that I pressed against my face, exploring the variation in odours from front to back. I wrapped the underwear tightly around my cock adding my own load and smells to the pre-existing dried stains and then again sniffing and tasting the fabric. I ejaculated three times that evening with the fresh masculine stink filling my nostrils and coating my taste buds until eventually I fell asleep with the underpants upon my pillow and my limp sticky cock in my hand. It was a week later when I saw him again and we looked at each other with a look of eagerness, like we each had each others fix. "You want to quickly go in the toilets?" he asked to my surprise before I had even removed my gym kit "Yeah sure" I replied. I followed him to the toilets where he went into the furthest cubicle and I closed the door behind me. Immediately the door had closed and locked he crouched down and reached for the waistband of my shorts and quickly pulled them to my ankles before lurching forward and pushing his nose against my groin. His nose pressed against my cock as he breathed erratically and he travelled up along the shaft slowly as it grew in length until he reached the tip where pre cum was already filtering through the cotton. His tongue stuck out quickly lapping up the clear sticky droplets and I could feel the moistness of his saliva seeping through into my underwear. I watched as he moved down my fabric covered shaft and nestled his nose deep into my sweaty bollocks before he inhaled deeply until he could breathe in no more. He held his breath impossibly long as his face turned red and then back away and relaxed releasing the breath with a deep sigh. My cock throbbed causing more droplets to appear at the tip of my head as it pulsated against the restriction and again he was quick to lick it away before sucking the fabric to ensure he had not missed any. "Turn around" he whispered looking up with big eyes I turned my back to him and rested my palms against the door and immediately felt his nose press between my ass cheeks pushing the fabric of the underwear up into my sweaty moist crack. I felt him inhaling deeply a number of times before his wet tongue began to press into the fabric. I spread my bowed my knees to spread my thighs as much as I could with my shorts around my ankles allowing his tongue and nose deeper access. I looked down between my legs as I gasped and could see his hand fumbling and groping at his stiff member under his underpants and watched as a thick load of spunk came oozing through the thin cotton as he continued to press his nose deep against my hole. Finally he pulled back as he panted. I turned to face him and used my own palm to rub vigorously over the fabric and felt the warmth on my cock from the build up of friction. I felt myself close and soon I was pumping my own load into my underpants. He stood and pulled off his shorts followed by his freshly cum coated underpants that he handed to me before I stepped out of my shorts and let him remove my underpants for me. Back in the changing rooms I watched as he carefully placed my cum covered underpants in his bag like a prize. We grabbed our towels and hit the showers and I knew later I would be shooting another load over his spunk drenched sweaty underpants. Love to hear your own experiences...