Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2012 15:16:52 +0000 (UTC) From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net Subject: Caught Sniffing I had been caught. I had been caught practicing my secret vice. I'd been caught sniffing the underwear of the other boys that lived in my dorm. How did this come about? I went to an all boys residential school. I was in my first year at the school. I was twelve years old. All the twelve and thirteen-year-old boys dormed in the same hall. We had a common shower and toilet area. There were ten sinks, eight toilets, four urinals, and ten tiled showers for about sixty boys. There was a tiled anteroom with two long wooden benches that stood outside the showers. Many times the boys would forget and leave their towels and soap behind in the anteroom. Sometimes they would accidently leave their underpants, the underpants they had worn that day, after the nightly showers. I discovered this in the first few weeks of my residency. I'd gone in late one night to use a urinal, these were right next to the shower anteroom, and after finishing what I had come in to do, I looked around a bit. There was really nothing much to see, it was an empty bathroom after all. But, I noticed a towel and a pair of jockey shorts on the wooden bench in the darkened shower area; only the toilet and sink area was lit at night. I was curious. I went over to the bench and, after looking around make sure no one else had come into the bathroom, carefully picked up the forgotten underpants. They were Roger's, I could tell from the name tag. He was thirteen-year-old with red hair. I could see some yellow stains near the fly on the white cotton. I felt myself beginning to get hard in my own briefs. It was probably from the excitement of being alone and holding another boy's underwear; I'd never done that before. I checked over my shoulder again before I looked in to see if there were any stains on the seat of Roger's briefs. There were. Just two small brown streaks. I could feel a tingling in my testicles and my stiffened penis caught in the thick folds of fabric covering my crotch (I was wearing pajamas with underpants as we were required to do at night). I was excited. I wanted to do more. I wanted to smell Roger's underwear. I had to quickly decide where I was going do this. I didn't want to be caught by any other boy who might come into use the lavatory. Should I duck into a shower stall? It was pretty dark, but safer than the alternative, which was to take the underwear into one of the toilet stalls. They had better light, but somebody might peek in and there was nowhere to throw the briefs. I decided to hide in the shower stall and smell the older boy's shorts. I tucked back behind the first tiled stall and raised the urine-stained front pouch to my nostrils. I could smell Roger's pee. I opened the briefs and smelled the inside of the fly. The odor was a bit stronger. I detected another scent; I couldn't identify it, but it seemed to be stronger near where Roger's scrotum would rest. I inhaled several times. Each time I did it sent an overwhelming rush of intoxication from my nose to my brain and down my spine into my groin. I knew I was going to have to masturbate. I took a moment to gather my courage and then I sniffed where I knew the brown stains were located in the seat of Roger's underwear. There was an unmistakable musty odor. This was dirty. I quickly went through each of smelly areas of the briefs again. I then peeked around the edge of the shower area to see if anyone had come in. They hadn't. I made my escape. I threw Roger's underwear back on the bench and quickly made my way to one of the toilet stalls and latched the door. I pulled down pajamas and underwear in one quick tug. I started stroking immediately using my fingertips. I looked down. My circumcised four inches stood absolutely vertical in its stiffness, capped by a blue glans rimmed in deep purple. My just growing testicles pulled up into a tight wrinkled cup below my shaft. An electricity ran through them as I felt the hairless, corrugated ridges with the underside of my pinky. I thought of inhaling the smells that Roger left in his shorts. "Inngghh." I tried to stifle my involuntary groan as I came. Two small drops of clear fluid appeared as my member twitched repeatedly in between my fingers. As the spasms tapered off, I let go of my stiffy and indulgently caressed the underside of my smooth scrotum for a short period before I pulled my underwear and pajamas up and headed off to my room. I felt embarrassed at what I had done. I felt I had done something "dirty." I also felt good. Thus began my habit of visiting the showers at night to seek out my dorm mate's forgotten underwear. I had several weeks of heavenly nocturnal bliss finding new treasures of olfactory delight before the inevitable happened. ---------- Dear Reader, Timmy, this is our protagonist's name, will be caught. What will happen to Timmy? What will be his Fate? Will Roger or another boy make a solo discovery of his naughty indulgence? Will several boys? What do you think may happen? Let me know how you wish to see this story develop. Your author, Five Hole Punch. All rights reserved. Copyright 2012.