Have you ever fantasized about wearing someone else's soiled underwear or swim-shorts ? Well I have and I've got to write this down quickly because it happened only final stage week and it was one of the corneous, sexy experiences I can call up !

It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three times a week, quite too soon in the dawn. It's a modern pond, shared with the Secondary schooling next door and sometimes the pool sitting during the day are shared too ; on my days off, I've been there later in the day when the older boys of the amphetamine school are having their moral - tilt young 16 to 18 year-olds, nearly always wearing those loose-fitting board-shorts ; the serious ones sometimes wear compression-style"Jammers"but always in black, so you can seldom see anything unless you get very close-up, which you can't. Never do you see any aphrodisiac"Speedos"these days. Even so, the senior boys can be quite distracting !

On this affair though, it was other and fairly quiet. After my swim session, I was showering-off in the communal shower area and I noticed a humble pair of swim-shorts left hanging on the hook on the wall opposite. Being communal shower bath, people don't take their proboscis or shorts off to shower down, like they do at the YMCA, so it's strange to see any swimwear"abandoned"like this. At first, I thought they might belong to to one of the fit untested lifeguard, having had an early swim when the pool opened but they mostly wear a corporate-style getup of risque & red and these trunks were a greenish camouflage pattern with a pirate-skull logo on them that I didn't recognize.

"Not really a man's style of bathing suit,"I thought to myself.

I took my time drying myself off, while the exhibitor surface area cleared completely and I was on my own. I looked around to make trusted no-one could see me and I took the shorts down from the hook and looked inside the waist-band, to see what size they were."diminished - 30-32 inches"the label said,"Do Not Tumble ”. Inwardly I smiled.

"My size of it,"I thought, as I immediately began to picture the variety of youth, fit guy who might give birth worn them ; I imagined that I might have enjoyed a"Tumble"with him and I began to get a hard-on. The drawers were well-dry, so the guy probably wasn't still here. I looked around again and then quickly concealed the shorts in the flock of my towel and went off to the lockers and changing cubicles.

I've always had a fantasy about wearing soul else's underwear or swim-shorts but had never actually done it. In the privacy of the changing cubicle, I examined them more closely. My tool was hard as a stone and leaking pre-cum already, as I tried to imagine when and how the guy had taken them off and left them in a communal shower surface area without drawing attention to himself.

The shorts were a delicate, silklike nylon material, quite short and loose in the leg and more like athletic shorts really. Their camouflage design was quite stylish ( to my eyes at any charge per unit ) and they had a flimsy White mesh voider inside. When I looked more closely, I experienced one of those rare frissons that run down your spine and then through your unit torso, as I realized that the gusset was stained in one very distinct patch to one English. It wasn't a pee-stain either ; no parameter about it, it was the remains of a cum-stain !

So here I was, standing in the engage cubicle, leaking pre-cum like mad into my own dampness Speedos, now barely containing my painfully trapped and engorged tool, and in my paw I had a duo of person else's cum-stained swim-shorts !
I began wondering if he had actually aroused himself and cum while he was in the kitty wearing them. Maybe he masturbated in the very cubicle I was now standing in and then left them, ashamed ? Or perhaps he never wore them here at all but instead, brought them with him from home, deliberately and brazenly intending to pass on them on show !

I carefully removed my own Speedo legal brief, revealing a immense blodge of pre-cum, as my tool was released from its temporary chlorinated prison house. The goo still clinging to end of my puppet remained connected to the blob deposited in my Speedos, as I lowered my trunks carefully and I tried not to build too much mess everywhere, with all the sticky goo falling against my second joint in a hanker unmortgaged drawing string. I do eff my pre-cum but it is messy at multiplication ; not everyone likes it but I find my own, and someone else's, a actual turn-on. And it makes a fantastic lubricator !

For some reason, my nub was racing and I felt flushed, as I stepped into my"stolen"duo of camouflage swim-shorts, still with a raging hard-on, all lubed-up and set for…..well, you know what's going to materialise, I'm sure as shooting !
I carefully inserted my erect tool down into the inset of the boxershorts and the end of my member neatly matched the place where the centre of the stain was, as I pulled the shorts up properly and found that I was almost hyper-ventilating with excitement. My mind was racing through sentiment of what the guy might have looked like. My cute young nephew, a blue-eyed blond, barely 19 years old, had recently paid me a visit and he was just the flop build for these shortstop. Also, a patch back I posted on billy goat's Pervwebsite Forum Sir Frederick Handley Page, a train of thought about my having discovered him on a pay-to-view website, doing undergarment things that any self-respecting uncle should be ashamed and embarrassed to witness ! I knew they weren't his shorts but they would fit him perfectly and thanks to my nephew's indiscretion, I already knew what he looked like naked on that website, with his balmy, nifty posterior and his beautiful, erect, 7 inch uncut cock, so my mental imagery had no trouble in conjuring-up epitome of my nephew wearing them and arousing himself in them.

As all these thoughts raced through my mind and the stock vessels at the side of my neck opening throbbed under the blood-pressure, I stood there massaging myself through the soft material of the boxershorts and when I looked down, I realized that, exactly where the promontory of my organ now throbbed and previously hidden by the camouflage pattern of the shorts, was the tell-tale ring of the cum-stain that had once begun in the voider of the shorts and had obviously leaked all the way through. By this time, a fresh dark mark was appearing, right in the center of the master grease, as my own pre-cum finally leaked through to the outer material.

It was all too a good deal really. I couldn't stop it, even if I wanted to ; it was inevitable. As I desperately clutched my throbbing, pre-cum-soaked harmonium through the easy camouflage material, my orgasm began deep inside my groin, and as it spread its wafture of intense ecstasy up and around my waist and back down into my groyne, my formal jettisoned their lode in an agonizing series of pulsating muscle spasm that shot my thick white pick into the white mesh gusset of the shorts and through the camouflage knocked out stuff into my own manus. I gasped as I staggered forwards and had to steady myself with one hired man against the booth wall, as the convulsions threatened to make my legs give way under me.

I finally stood unsloped, leaning against the kiosk side, wearing cum-soaked shorts and with cum leaking through the digit of my the right way hand. I was heaving for breathing place and my pass throbbed ; it was the most amazing experience I can remember, at least where no-one else was present in the way at the Same clock time !

I took the boxers family in my bag after cleaning myself up and I was tempted to keep them to wank into again and again. But then I had an approximation. I took them back to the puddle lastly Mon and I hung them back on the paries - but at the early end, on a dissimilar lure from the one he left them on. When I went swimming again today, they were gone. Were they retrieved by their pilot owner or discovered by soul else ?