Confessions, my beginnings

It started from childhood, although I didn't know it at the time, it just happened.

My first memories of my attraction to men emerged from a fetish for the smell of my brother's friend's feet, before that, I had never thought about or been attracted to any boy....

I know that was the beginning not only of a fetish but of an attraction that went beyond my thoughts, tastes, and traditions.... I had become a fag without realizing it, since that attraction turned into desire and grew into more and more things, which, without noticing, made me realize what I really was, because I never had a liking or taste for women, in fact, I felt envious and even repulsed by them... but that's another story...

To continue with this beginning, I will tell you that one of my brothers, the oldest, played American football, and at one of his gatherings, we were invited to the home of one of his teammates. As expected, the parents of all the guests were busy with food, drink, and conversation, while the kids played in groups, ignoring me because my parents and the adults were busy with their conversations, and my brother was with his friends, who, due to our age difference, didn't want me to join their games, so I could easily wander around the patio, the house, and part of the street where we were...

At one point, I saw that the whole group of friends left the host's bedroom and heard them say they would be late because they were going for a walk around the neighborhood. I decided to stay and play in his room. As they left, they saw me playing, and my brother just told me not to make any trouble or mess in his friend's room and pointed out some things I couldn't touch or move. I agreed and told him I would just watch TV.

Beto (my brother's friend) already knew me, so he didn't mind me staying in his room playing or watching TV. They left, and I stayed there. His room had a large closet and its own bathroom, so I didn't need to leave the room for anything. I was watching some cartoons when I felt the need to go to the bathroom, and that's when it happened...

As I entered the bathroom to pee, I did it normally, but when I finished and turned around, I smelled something that at first seemed sour, but it sparked my curiosity rather than disgust. I saw Beto's dirty laundry basket and didn't know what I felt at that moment. A sudden rush of excitement accelerated my heart, but it opened my senses. My nose intensely wanted to take those sweaty clothes and smell the odor of each one to discover where that first smell came from. I felt internal nervousness about doing something I had never done before, and fear that someone would enter the bathroom, thinking no one was there, but most of all, a taste that was born deep within me, the desire for that young man's smell... My curiosity won, and in my inexperience, I first took the essential thing, smelled a shirt first on the chest and then felt a stronger smell in the armpits...