True story: during my freshman year, I was walking back from class and down my dorm hallway and suddenly passed by the room of a beefy, sexy football quarterback - his door was ajar and I could hear the shower - I spied a pair of his white undie briefs wadded up on the dresser - without thinking, on impulse, I leaned in and snatched his underwear, rushing back to my room. When I sniffed them, they wear still warm to the touch and I could smell the musky scent of post-football practice/sweat/a bit of funk where his underwear had most likely rubbed against his asshole all day. The smell of 100% masculine and intoxicating. Needless to say, I got a big hard on in no time flat from smelling his underwear. I used to privately sniff/jack off with his underwear on my face, imagining I was sucking this quarterback's cock and/or eating his ass. I used to hide them in a high cupboard in my room. They even had his name written in pen on the waist band! Needless to say, a few weeks later, if was totally embarrassing when my roommate caught sight of his underwear in my basket - he noticed the name wasn't mine, but his! I quickly made up some story about "Hey I guess our underwear got mixed up in the laundry" - but I think he knew the real story. If he did, never brought it up again, & neither did I.