Ever since I was little, I've been obsessed with the smell of my best friend. It's like... I can't function without it. If they're not around, I feel empty.

Three years ago, I accidentally came just from smelling their dirty laundry. The rush was insane. Now, every night when they're asleep, I sneak into their room and take their worn boxers or socks. I press my face into them, breathing deep until their scent fills my head. I wrap the fabric around my hard cock and stroke myself until I'm leaking cum all over their clothes. It's wrong, I know it is. I shouldn't do it. But I can't stop. I just love the way they smell. I love the way my cock pulses when I'm surrounded by it. Then I hide the evidence and pretend I washed everything like a good friend. It's a secret addiction I can't shake.