My underwear fetish

The TV was shitty so after a few minutes I turned it off and started pacing around the room. Greg's gym bag sat on a chair near one of the beds, and on the back of the chair were his clothes that he'd removed a few minutes before, before going out on his run. I touched his red sport shirt, feeling under the arms, which were slightly moist, and then put my fingers to my nostrils to breathe in the aromatic smell that was Greg. I picked up his brown leather belt, running my fingers over its gold buckle, and then trying it on for size, pretending it was Greg wrapped around me. On the floor, just hidden by the bedspread, he'd tossed his dirty underwear when he changed into his jock strap. 

There they were, white Fruit of the Looms, blue stripe on the waistband. I picked them up and brought them close to inspect them. A few of Greg's pubic hairs clung to the cotton inner pouch and I brought his underwear to my face and breathed in deeply, trying to imagine his big balls and warm genitals and that mass of thick dark hair caressing my face. I wanted to jerk off right then with his underwear on my face. Since he said he was coming back in a few minutes, I resisted the impulse to jerk off, but thought I had to keep them as a souvenir. I thought Greg probably wouldn't even miss them. At the same time, I was feeling perverted for stealing his underwear, but I took the chance. I put them in my gym bag, wrapping them inside one of the extra T- shirts my mother packed.

I turned the TV back on and pretended to be absorbed in it when he came back in the room and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. The door to the bathroom opened and the whole room filled with the warm steamy smell of Greg. He emerged, a white towel wrapped around his waist, and stood at the bathroom door with his hand on his hip. He seemed puzzled. 

First he moved toward the chair beside his bed then looked around on the floor. He said "You know, that's funny, I forgot to bring a clean pair of underwear, and I can't seem to find the pair I took off before I went running." I tried to look casual but I felt as though I was caught. He got down on his hands and knees and started looking under the bed. I grabbed my gym bag and headed into the bathroom quickly, shutting the door behind me. After flushing the toilet, having pretended I had taken a leak, I came out holding his underwear in my hand and tossed them to him, trying to control my voice as I said "here they are, you must've left them in the bathroom."

He smiled and put them on. I turned the TV to an even fuzzier channel and noticed that Greg was not getting dressed any further, he just sat in his underwear as if in deep thought over something. Finally he said, "you took my underwear didn't you." I looked at him in mock surprise, trying to act as though the accusation was outrageous. I knew I couldn't lie. 

He'd figured it out some how and there was no use lying. After a pause I said "yes," as the skin on my face turned into a burning blush. He could see that I was embarrassed and he didn't want to prolong my agony. I was slightly relieved to see he was reacting well but still felt embarrassed. He acted like he was almost pleased, but I was hardly aware of his reaction.

Greg jumped up from his bed, turned off the TV, and stood facing me wearing only his underwear. I couldn't look at his face. I turned my head to the side and looked down at the bed. "Aw, come on Light, it's no big thing", he said as I felt his hand on my shoulder. "If it matters to you, I feel the same way about you" he said in a softer voice, in a manner that allowed me to look up at him. I felt that I might be dead or dreaming, but the look in his eyes told me he meant what he said and that he was really there. Tears came pouring silently out of my eyes. 

"Aw, come on Light, don't cry" he said softly, as he drew me into his arms and put his face right up to mine, and licked at my tears with his tongue, like a dog might. Dreamlike, I opened my mouth and kissed him, sucking at his mouth like it was a nipple. I could feel his hardon pressing on my leg as we lay back on the bed, and my own cock sprang to attention. He kissed and licked me all over, and as he undressed me, he took off his underwear. He stood up next to me and bent his knees so that his crotch was next to my face. 

I put my face into his thick public hair and breathed in, while feeling around his chest and thighs with my hands. I let my lips touch his balls and then tasted them, licking them slowly as I let my tongue glide up the shaft of his hard dick. As I took his cock into my mouth he moaned with pleasure and positioned me on the bed so we could both suck at the same time. I came once, and during the next few hours, came four more times, each time as intense as the last. 

From the exhaustion of sex and running, we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, I woke up to see him propped on one elbow, his face a few inches from my own. "Did I ever tell you, you are beautiful" he said, as he touched my forehead and played with a shock of hair that always managed to stand on end. His words about my beauty sounds like a cliché now, but Greg spoke them with sincerity. 

We made love again, and then dressed and headed for breakfast. When we got back to the room, we gathered our things together and I took a long look at the bed where "it" happened, and shut the door. Sliding into the front seat of his car, he handed me a small brown bag. "Here's a present for you to remember our trip by." Inside were his underwear, the one and only pair used to wipe his semen off me the night before. "If it hadn't been for these, we might have never found each other", he said, as he pulled the car out of the motel lot.