Growing up, I always desired my father…strongly. No one ever knew- he was my best kept secret. He was also my teacher, even though I did the teaching myself and he had no idea. My earliest memories of my fascination for my dad were typical. They involved lots of watching my dad in underwear and spying whenever I could whether it be while he changed or after he showered. As I got grew older and puberty hit, I learned to masturbate at the age of 12 or 13. A friend had told me about it and showed me in his basement how to do it. Later that night, I laid in bed and closed my eyes and the first thing that came to mind was him. His 6’3”, 190 pound body, covered in jet black hair. His big bush, and the slab of meat that hung between his legs, (pulled from my memory of a shower we shared, many many years ago as a child.) After cumming for the first time, I was hooked. And I’d beat my dick as many times a day as I could. One day in the 6th grade, I was sitting with my classmates on the floor in gym class. Sitting directly across from me was Ethan, a classmate I had recently developed a big crush on. He was sitting with his hands out behind him, legs bent at the knee. This allowed me to see down his shorts and see his dick. Immediately, my hormones took over and I asked to be excused so I could use the bathroom. As I went downstairs and idea struck me, one I had never had prior. Without even thinking I acted on it, walking over to his abandoned locker. We did not have locks in sixth grade, making this a very easy task. There, in front of me was my reward- his clothes he had been wearing that day to school. Lifting them up I immediately found what I had been looking for: his used boxers. Already entranced by the fact they were boxers, (my parents were still buying me “underwear,) I ran to the bathroom and slammed the stall door shut. Dropping my shorts, I immediately began beating my dick, sniffing as much of him off his boxers as I could. It was the , I hit the sweet spot. My body felt intoxicated, as I sniffed and licked the sweet tastes of the fabric were his balls met his asshole. Faint whiffs of ass mixed with his sweat, sent me into overdrive as I came all over the floor. Not only had I succeeded in releasing my hormone-raging dick, but I had discovered a new passion for used underwear. Quickly returning his briefs to his locker, I was immediately struck with a thought. The pile of laundry in my father’s bathroom. It hadn’t even been three full minutes since I had cum and I was already devising my next plan of action. That day when I got home, I was going to do the same thing to my father as I had Ethan. I was going to invade his privacy at the pleasure of my own dick, and steal his underwear for a selfish afternoon orgasm. That afternoon I had the house to myself, and my erection was already at full mast before I even entered his bedroom. Stepping inside, I was overcome with a full range of emotions: fear, excitement, arousal, and bliss to name a few. I studied his room quick, noting his messy unmade bed. I entered his bathroom, staring only at the hamper that lay before me. There, was my treasure chest, full of gold. Lifting the lid I began rummaging through the clothes before me. I pulled pair after pair of his underwear, dropping them into a pile at my feet. I picked one up, staring in amazement and studying every inch. Stray pubes sat in the cup where his dick would rest, along with a few piss marks. Without thinking, I immediately brought the stain to my lips, and began licking the fabric as if it were dessert. I moved the remainder of the fabric around my face, until the smell of his manly ass met my nose. Between the taste and smell of both, my dick felt like it was going to explode. I needed to cum. I grabbed the pile on the floor and walked over to his bed. Removing my pants, I laid in his spot, relishing in the fact that I was now “apart” of his space. I turned over, slowly grinding my young cock into his sheets, as I inhaled his pillow deeply. Turning back over, I began what I came to do. I grabbed a pair of his white underwear and wrapped it around my dick. With my other hand, another pair met my face. Furiously, I began stroking my cock, filling my senses with the smell and taste of my father; the man who made me. Noticing a small skid mark, I began to violentlu lick, tasting every last bit. Pair after pair were brought to my face, until there was nothing left. Grabbing them all in a bunch, I brought them back to my nose one last time. I took as big a breath as I could, and continued stroking. My hand went faster and faster, until my body clenched up and I couldn’t hold back. Rope after rope of cum shot across my stomach and into the bunched fabric at my face. I lay there in complete exhaustion, surveying my surroundings and thinking about what I had done. I began thinking about the pair my father was currently wearing at work, and what I would find again when I returned for more. I knew I was hooked, and I knew he was all I wanted. After cleaning myself off, I returned to his hamper, carefully returning the underwear. Meticulous about how I returned them so he would now, I left the bathroom and went downstairs, knowing my parents to would soon be home. I sat on the couch enveloped in lust. A completely filthy lust my young dick knew he needed more of.