Speedo Stains Tell Story


Boy, Erotica, Gay, Masturbation, School
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 last calendar week and it was one of the ruttish, sexiest experiences I can remember !

It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three clip a week, quite early in the morning. It's a modern pool, shared with the lower-ranking School following door and sometimes the syndicate sessions during the day are shared too ; on my days off, I've been there later in the day when the older boy of the Upper School are having their lessons - angle young 16 to 18 year-olds, nearly always wearing those sloppy board-shorts ; the serious ones sometimes wear compression-style"Jammers"but always in smuggled, so you can seldom see anything unless you get very close-up, which you can't. Never do you see any sexy"Speedos"these days. Even so, the senior male child can be quite distracting !

On this social occasion though, it was early and fairly tranquility. After my swim session, I was showering-off in the communal shower surface area and I noticed a small duet of swim-shorts left hanging on the lure on the wall opposite. Being communal exhibitor, the great unwashed don't take their luggage compartment or shorts off to shower down, like they do at the YMCA, so it's unusual to see any swimwear"abandoned"like this. At first, I thought they might go to one of the fit young lifesaver, having had an early swim when the pool opened but they mostly wear a corporate-style outfit of blue & red and these shorts were a light-green camouflage design with a pirate-skull logo on them that I didn't recognize.

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

I took my metre drying myself off, while the lavish area cleared completely and I was on my own. I looked around to construct sure no-one could see me and I took the short circuit down from the sweetener and looked inside the waist-band, to see what size they were."little - 30-32 inch"the recording label said,"Do Not crumble ”. Inwardly I smiled.

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

I've always had a fantasy about wearing someone else's underclothing or swim-shorts but had never actually done it. In the secrecy of the changing carrell, I examined them more closely. My shaft was hard as a rock 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 area without drawing attention to himself.

The drawers were a flaccid, silken nylon material, quite curt and release in the leg and more like athletic short really. Their camo purpose was quite stylish ( to my eyes at any rate ) and they had a onionskin Edward Douglas White Jr. mesh gusset inside. When I looked more closely, I experienced one of those rare frissons that run down your sticker and then through your whole body, as I realized that the gusset was stained in one very distinct spell to one side. It wasn't a pee-stain either ; no literary argument about it, it was the remains of a cum-stain !

So here I was, standing in the locked booth, leaking pre-cum like mad into my own damp Speedos, now barely containing my painfully trapped and engorged creature, and in my hands I had a twosome of someone else's cum-stained swim-shorts !
I began wondering if he had actually aroused himself and cum while he was in the puddle 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 give them on appearance !

I carefully removed my own Speedo legal brief, revealing a huge blodge of pre-cum, as my tool was released from its impermanent chlorinated prison. The goo still clinging to end of my pecker remained connected to the blob deposited in my Speedos, as I lowered my trunks carefully and I tried not to ca-ca too a lot hole everywhere, with all the mucilaginous goo falling against my thigh in a farsighted readable drawing string. I do love my pre-cum but it is messy at time ; not everyone likes it but I find my own, and someone else's, a really turn-on. And it makes a fantastic lubricator !

For some reason, my ticker was racing and I felt flushed, as I stepped into my"stolen"brace of camouflage swim-shorts, still with a raging hard-on, all lubed-up and cook for…..well, you know what's going to pass, I'm sure as shooting !
I carefully inserted my erect tool down into the voider of the shorts and the end of my member neatly matched the place where the centre of the smirch was, as I pulled the boxers up properly and found that I was almost hyper-ventilating with excitement. My mind was racing through thought process of what the guy might get looked like. My cute Lester Willis Young nephew, a blue-eyed blond, barely 19 days old, had recently paid me a visit and he was just the decent build for these shorts. Also, a while back I posted on Billy's Pervwebsite forum page, a thread about my having discovered him on a pay-to-view site, doing unmentionable matter that any self-respecting uncle should be ashamed and embarrassed to witness ! I knew they weren't his shortstop but they would fit him perfectly and thanks to my nephew's peccadillo, I already knew what he looked like naked on that website, with his diffused, not bad buns and his beautiful, erect, 7 inch uncut prick, so my imagination had no trouble in conjuring-up images of my nephew wearing them and arousing himself in them.

As all these cerebration raced through my mind and the blood watercraft at the side of my neck throbbed under the blood-pressure, I stood there massaging myself through the diffused material of the shorts and when I looked down, I realized that, exactly where the head of my organ now pulsate and previously hidden by the camouflage normal of the shorts, was the tell-tale ring of the cum-stain that had once begun in the gusset of the shorts and had obviously leaked all the way through. By this time, a fresh darkness German mark was appearing, right in the middle of the original stain, as my own pre-cum finally leaked through to the outer material.

It was all too a good deal really. I couldn't kibosh it, even if I wanted to ; it was inevitable. As I desperately clutched my throbbing, pre-cum-soaked electric organ through the indulgent camouflage material, my climax began deep inside my groin, and as it spread its moving ridge of vivid ecstasy up and around my waist and back down into my seawall, my balls jettisoned their lading in an excruciating series of pulsating spasms that shot my thick white cream into the whiten engage gusset of the shorts and through the camouflage outer material into my own hand. I gasped as I staggered forwards and had to unshakable myself with one hand against the booth wall, as the convulsions threatened to make my legs give way under me.

I finally stood good, leaning against the stall side, wearing cum-soaked trunks and with cum leaking through the fingers of my right hand. I was heaving for breath and my head throbbed ; it was the most astonishing experience I can commemorate, at least where no-one else was present in the room at the same clip !

I took the short pants dwelling 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 pool last Monday and I hung them back on the bulwark - but at the other end, on a different hook from the one he left them on. When I went swimming again today, they were gone. Were they retrieved by their master proprietor or discovered by soul else ?
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