Have you ever fantasized about wearing individual else's soiled underwear or swim-shorts ? Well I have and I've got to write this down quickly because it happened only last week and it was one of the horniest, sexiest experiences I can think of !

It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three times a hebdomad, quite early on in the morning. It's a modern font pool, shared with the Secondary School next door and sometimes the syndicate school term 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 example - tip young 16 to 18 year-olds, nearly always wearing those loose-fitting board-shorts ; the life-threatening I 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 aphrodisiacal"Speedos"these days. Even so, the senior boy can be quite distracting !

On this occasion though, it was other and fairly quiet. After my swim session, I was showering-off in the communal cascade sphere and I noticed a small pair of swim-shorts left hanging on the hook on the wall opposite. organism communal exhibitor, citizenry don't take their trunks or shorts off to shower, like they do at the YMCA, so it's unusual to see any swimwear"abandoned"like this. At first, I thought they might belong to one of the fit young Lifeguards, having had an early swim when the kitty opened but they mostly wear a corporate-style rig of risque & red and these shorts were a dark-green disguise 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 time drying myself off, while the shower field cleared completely and I was on my own. I looked around to make sure no-one could see me and I took the short circuit down from the come-on and looked inside the waist-band, to see what size they were."modest - 30-32 column inch"the recording label said,"Do Not cotton on ”. Inwardly I smiled.

"My size,"I thought, as I immediately began to picture the kind of young, fit guy who might have worn them ; I imagined that I might have enjoyed a"Tumble"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 boxers in the plica of my towel and went off to the storage locker and changing cubicles.

I've always had a illusion about wearing individual 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 cock 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 shorts were a soft, silklike nylon stuff, quite short and loose in the leg and more like athletic shorts really. Their disguise design was quite stylish ( to my middle at any charge per unit ) and they had a flimsy white mesh gusset inside. When I looked more closely, I experienced one of those rare shiver that run down your spur and then through your whole physical structure, as I realized that the gusset was stained in one very distinct patch to one side of meat. It wasn't a pee-stain either ; no argument about it, it was the remains of a cum-stain !

So here I was, standing in the engage booth, leaking pre-cum like mad into my own damp Speedos, now barely containing my painfully trapped and engorged tool, and in my script I had a pair of someone else's cum-stained swim-shorts !
I began wondering if he had actually aroused himself and cum while he was in the pool wearing them. Maybe he masturbated in the very kiosk 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 leave them on show !

I carefully removed my own Speedo briefs, revealing a huge blodge of pre-cum, as my creature was released from its temporary chlorinated prison. The goo still clinging to end of my cock remained connected to the blob deposited in my Speedos, as I lowered my trunks carefully and I tried not to ready too much raft everywhere, with all the sticky goo falling against my thigh in a retentive absolved string. I do love my pre-cum but it is messy at times ; not everyone likes it but I find my own, and mortal else's, a material turn-on. And it makes a grand lubricating substance !

For some reason, my heart was racing and I felt flushed, as I stepped into my"stolen"distich of camouflage swim-shorts, still with a raging hard-on, all lubed-up and gear up for…..well, you know what's going to pass off, I'm sure !
I carefully inserted my erect tool down into the gusset plate of the shorts and the end of my penis neatly matched the post where the centre of the stain was, as I pulled the short up properly and found that I was almost hyper-ventilating with excitement. My judgement was racing through opinion of what the guy might have got looked like. My cute young nephew, a blue-eyed blond, barely 19 eld old, had recently paid me a visit and he was just the right build for these shorts. Also, a while back I posted on Billy's Pervwebsite Forum page, a ribbon 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 find ! I knew they weren't his short pants 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 soft, groovy buns and his beautiful, erect, 7 in uncut cock, so my imagination had no difficulty in conjuring-up double of my nephew wearing them and arousing himself in them.

As all these thoughts raced through my intellect and the profligate vessels at the side of my neck opening throbbed under the blood-pressure, I stood there massaging myself through the soft material of the shorts and when I looked down, I realized that, exactly where the head of my electric organ now shiver and previously hidden by the camo blueprint of the shorts, was the tell-tale ring of the cum-stain that had once begun in the gusset plate of the shorts and had obviously leaked all the way through. By this meter, a fresh shadow mark was appearing, right in the middle of the master copy stain, as my own pre-cum finally leaked through to the outer material.

It was all too much really. I couldn't cease it, even if I wanted to ; it was inevitable. As I desperately clutched my pounding, pre-cum-soaked harmonium through the soft camouflage material, my orgasm began recondite inside my groin, and as it spread its moving ridge of intense ecstasy up and around my waist and back down into my groin, my bollock jettisoned their load in an agonizing series of pulsating muscle spasm that shot my thick white cream into the white mesh gusset of the shorts and through the camouflage outer fabric into my own handwriting. I gasped as I staggered forwards and had to steady myself with one hand against the cell bulwark, as the convulsions threatened to wee-wee my legs give way under me.

I finally stood erect, leaning against the stall face, wearing cum-soaked shortstop and with cum leaking through the fingers of my compensate hand. I was heaving for breathing spell and my header throbbed ; it was the most vex experience I can commend, at least where no-one else was stage in the elbow room at the same time !

I took the shortstop home in my bag after cleaning myself up and I was tempted to restrain them to wank into again and again. But then I had an idea. I took them back to the pool last Monday and I hung them back on the paries - 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 owner or discovered by someone else ?