Sniffing son’s underwear

I’m addicted to my son’s musk.

My 18 year old son just graduated high school and is the definition of bubble-butt twink.

He comes home from basketball practice, goes into his room, strips off his gear, and showers. I try to be as quiet as possible as I sneak in and pick his Calvin Klein’s out of the hamper. I’ve only got a few minutes to go to my room, sniff the ripest parts of the sweat-soaked cotton, bust a load, and put them back.

I know it’s wrong but it’s intoxicating. Anyone else have an addiction to sniffing their boy’s musk??