Have you ever fantasized about wearing someone else's soiled underwear or swim-shorts ? Well I have and I've got to publish this down quickly because it happened only death calendar week and it was one of the horniest, aphrodisiacal 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 break of day. It's a modern pool, shared with the Secondary schooltime following threshold and sometimes the pool sessions during the day are shared too ; on my days off, I've been there later in the day when the previous boy of the Upper School are having their lessons - slant youth 16 to 18 year-olds, nearly always wearing those baggy board-shorts ; the grievous 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 aphrodisiac"Speedos"these days. Even so, the senior boys can be quite distracting !

On this occasion though, it was early and fairly quiet. After my swim session, I was showering-off in the communal shower area and I noticed a small span of swim-shorts left hanging on the hooking on the wall inverse. Being communal showers, people don't take their trunks or boxers 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 Whitney Young Lifeguards, having had an early swimming when the pool opened but they mostly wear a corporate-style outfit of blue & red and these short circuit were a greenish camouflage design with a pirate-skull logo on them that I didn't recognize.

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

I took my fourth dimension drying myself off, while the shower area cleared completely and I was on my own. I looked around to constitute sure no-one could see me and I took the shorts down from the crotchet and looked inside the waist-band, to see what size they were."little - 30-32 column inch"the label said,"Do Not break down ”. Inwardly I smiled.

"My sizing,"I thought, as I immediately began to project the kind of Brigham Young, fit guy who might have worn them ; I imagined that I might sustain 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 short pants in the folds of my towel and went off to the storage locker and changing cubicles.

I've always had a fantasy about wearing someone else's underwear or swim-shorts but had never actually done it. In the concealment of the changing cubicle, I examined them more closely. My cock was hard as a rock-and-roll 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 exhibitioner area without drawing tending to himself.

The shortstop were a soft, silky nylon fabric, quite short and idle in the leg and more like athletic shorts really. Their camouflage aim was quite fashionable ( to my eyes at any rate ) and they had a onionskin white engagement gusset inside. When I looked more closely, I experienced one of those rarified thrill that run down your spine and then through your whole body, as I realized that the gusset was stained in one very decided darn to one side. It wasn't a pee-stain either ; no argumentation about it, it was the cadaver of a cum-stain !

So here I was, standing in the lock booth, leaking pre-cum like mad into my own damp Speedos, now barely containing my painfully trapped and engorged instrument, and in my hands 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 carrel 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 nursing home, deliberately and brazenly intending to result them on show !

I carefully removed my own Speedo Jockey shorts, revealing a huge blodge of pre-cum, as my shaft was released from its temp chlorinated prison. The goo still clinging to end of my peter remained connected to the blob deposited in my Speedos, as I lowered my proboscis carefully and I tried not to cook too much mess everywhere, with all the pasty goo falling against my thigh in a long elucidate chain. I do sleep with my pre-cum but it is messy at clip ; not everyone likes it but I find my own, and person else's, a genuine turn-on. And it makes a marvelous lube !

For some ground, my heart 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 ready for…..well, you know what's going to go on, I'm sure !
I carefully inserted my upright tool down into the voider of the shorts and the end of my penis neatly matched the topographic point where the centre of attention of the stigma was, as I pulled the short circuit up properly and found that I was almost hyper-ventilating with excitement. My mind was racing through persuasion of what the guy might feature 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 right material body for these boxershorts. Also, a patch back I posted on Billy's Pervwebsite forum Thomas Nelson Page, a thread about my having discovered him on a pay-to-view internet site, doing undergarment things that any self-respecting uncle should be ashamed and embarrassed to find ! 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 soft, bully buns and his beautiful, erect, 7 inch uncut putz, so my imagination had no difficulty in conjuring-up images of my nephew wearing them and arousing himself in them.

As all these opinion raced through my mind and the blood vessels at the side of my cervix throbbed under the blood-pressure, I stood there massaging myself through the mild material of the shorts and when I looked down, I realized that, exactly where the top dog of my organ now throbbed and previously hidden by the camouflage blueprint of the short circuit, was the tell-tale anchor 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 newly dark mark was appearing, right in the midriff of the original mark, as my own pre-cum finally leaked through to the outer material.

It was all too much really. I couldn't stop it, even if I wanted to ; it was inevitable. As I desperately clutched my throbbing, pre-cum-soaked organ through the flabby camouflage fabric, my orgasm began deep inside my bulwark, and as it spread its wave of acute ecstasy up and around my waist and back down into my groyne, my glob jettisoned their freight in an agonizing series of pulsating spasms that shot my blockheaded lily-white cream into the snowy mesh topology voider of the shorts and through the camouflage outer material into my own hired man. I gasped as I staggered forwards and had to steady myself with one hand against the booth paries, as the convulsions threatened to urinate my legs give way under me.

I finally stood just, leaning against the cubicle side of meat, wearing cum-soaked short pants and with cum leaking through the digit of my right hand. I was heaving for breath and my head throbbed ; it was the most vex experience I can remember, at least where no-one else was present in the room at the Same time !

I took the shortstop home base in my bag after cleaning myself up and I was tempted to maintain them to wank into again and again. But then I had an idea. I took them back to the pool hold up Monday and I hung them back on the wall - but at the early 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 original proprietor or discovered by soul else ?