We ended up moving a desk from one of the bedrooms into the library and a heavy armoire into the large dressing room adjacent to his bedroom. Then while he made more phone calls, I spent another hour hanging and arranging his many clothes. I managed to keep my eyes to myself, and due to lack of sleep and the physical labor was even able to keep my c**k under control.
Then I found his underwear. More specifically, a pair of black cotton briefs with red piping. Even more specifically, I might have pressed them against my nose and inhaled like it was the last ounce of oxygen on earth. But instead of stealing them like I really wanted to do, I did the mature thing and set them on top of the armoire. Oh, and that woodsy smell that turned me on was everywhere, including his briefs.
Now I was a
