I was 11 around 6 months after puberty.
Well there was this particular priest. His bedroom window is right next to the sidewalk on the rectory that was between it and the church it was never locked and kept his laundry basket right under it.
He really turned me on. I wanted to fuck him bad. II seen him naked through the window a couple times and I seen him through his dirty laundry in the basket under the window.
When he went to the other room I'm assuming the bathroom. I'll reach into window and grab the underwear.
Took it home and got off on it a few days.
Took it back and traded pairs few days later.
And I just kept doing that I'd take a pair back and get another pair that while he wasn't losing any. Sometimes I did two time but never three.
I'm stolen underwear pretty well since. Stole some in the locker room in high school. Stole some from the laundry room when my mom worked as a home health nurse at this men's apartment building.
I'm pretty well traded I've stole some from different gems and places I've been.
I've stole some from the hospitals when I've been there like roommates and stuff.
I sold some and traded and bought some.