Pimped Out At College (Part 2)

The night that Hunter left for the party was the first night I invaded his privacy. Was I proud of myself for it? No, I most certainly wasn't, but how could I control the urge to pull his sweat soaked boxer briefs from his bundle of damp clothing? How could I stop myself from draping his warm, moist underwear over my face and huffing the ripe scent of the most handsome man in the world, deep into my body? How could I deny myself the most intense, toe curling orgasm that I'd ever had, whilst tasting the saltiness from the snail-trail stains that he'd leaked throughout the day? You're right, I couldn't.

Stealing Hunter's underwear became a hobby of mine. Every opportunity that came up, which allowed me to swipe a pair of worn boxer briefs, had me unnaturally horny. Every morning, when I woke with a stiff cock, my mind instantly craved him. Every day, as I sat in lecture after lecture, the only thoughts in my head were of Hunter. Every night as I lay there listening to him snore, I cou