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 live week and it was one of the horniest, sexiest experiences I can call back !

It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three time a week, quite early in the cockcrow. It's a modern pool, shared with the secondary School future door and sometimes the pool academic term during the day are shared too ; on my Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off, I've been there later in the day when the older boys of the speed School are having their lessons - lean young 16 to 18 year-olds, nearly always wearing those baggy board-shorts ; the grave 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 aged 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 bath sphere and I noticed a small pair of swim-shorts left hanging on the hook on the paries opposite. existence communal exhibitioner, the great unwashed don't take their trunks or shorts off to shower down, like they do at the YMCA, so it's strange to see any swimwear"abandoned"like this. At starting time, I thought they might belong to one of the fit Cy Young Lifeguards, having had an early swimming when the kitty opened but they mostly wear a corporate-style rig of blue & red and these shorts were a greenish camouflage excogitation 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 bath area cleared completely and I was on my own. I looked around to take a shit sure no-one could see me and I took the short circuit down from the hook and looked inside the waist-band, to see what sizing they were."pocket-sized - 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 kind of offspring, fit guy who might have worn them ; I imagined that I might have got enjoyed a"spill"with him and I began to get a erection. The shorts were well-dry, so the guy probably wasn't still here. I looked around again and then quickly concealed the shorts in the fold of my towel and went off to the lockers and changing cubicles.

I've always had a phantasy about wearing someone else's underclothes or swim-shorts but had never actually done it. In the privacy of the changing cubicle, I examined them more closely. My rooster 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 exhibitor area without drawing attention to himself.

The shorts were a voiced, silklike nylon material, quite short and unloosen in the leg and More like athletic shortstop really. Their camouflage intent was quite stylish ( to my eyes at any rate ) and they had a thin T. H. White mesh gusset inside. When I looked more closely, I experienced one of those rare frissons that run down your spikelet and then through your whole body, as I realized that the gusset plate was stained in one very clear-cut patch to one side. 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 locked carrell, leaking pre-cum like mad into my own damp Speedos, now barely containing my painfully trapped and engorged tool, 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 pocket billiards wearing them. Maybe he masturbated in the very booth 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 domicile, 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 shaft was released from its temporary chlorinated prison. The goo still clinging to end of my tool remained connected to the blob deposited in my Speedos, as I lowered my torso carefully and I tried not to make too often mess everywhere, with all the mucilaginous goo falling against my thigh in a foresighted clear strand. I do lie with my pre-cum but it is messy at fourth dimension ; not everyone likes it but I find my own, and someone else's, a literal turn-on. And it makes a rattling lube !

For some reason, my heart was racing and I felt flushed, as I stepped into my"stolen"pair of camouflage swim-shorts, still with a raging hard-on, all lubed-up and ready for…..well, you know what's going to happen, I'm sure !
I carefully inserted my upright tool down into the gusset of the short pants and the end of my penis neatly matched the spot where the centre of the stain was, as I pulled the boxershorts up properly and found that I was almost hyper-ventilating with fervor. My idea was racing through thoughts of what the guy might ingest looked like. My cute young nephew, a blue-eyed blond, barely 19 eld old, had recently paid me a sojourn and he was just the right build for these shortstop. Also, a while back I posted on Billy's Pervwebsite forum Sir Frederick Handley Page, a screw thread about my having discovered him on a pay-to-view web site, doing undergarment things that any dignified 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 gentle, peachy keister and his beautiful, erect, 7 inch unmown turncock, so my imagination had no difficultness in conjuring-up trope of my nephew wearing them and arousing himself in them.

As all these thoughts raced through my mind and the lineage watercraft at the side of my neck 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 organ now throbbed and previously hidden by the camouflage pattern of the shorts, was the tell-tale halo 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 bracing dark stain was appearing, right in the middle of the original dirt, 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 harmonium through the voiced disguise material, my climax began deep inside my inguen, and as it spread its Wave of vivid ecstasy up and around my waist and back down into my groin, my balls jettisoned their consignment in an agonizing series of pulsating spasms that shot my thick white cream into the white mesh gusset plate of the shorts and through the camouflage outer stuff into my own hand. I gasped as I staggered forwards and had to unfaltering myself with one hand against the cubicle wall, as the fit threatened to puddle my pegleg give way under me.

I finally stood just, leaning against the cubicle side, wearing cum-soaked shorts and with cum leaking through the finger of my right hired man. I was heaving for intimation and my head throbbed ; it was the most amazing experience I can remember, at least where no-one else was present in the room at the Lapp clip !

I took the shorts menage in my bag after cleaning myself up and I was tempted to keep back them to wank into again and again. But then I had an thought. I took them back to the syndicate last 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 owner or discovered by mortal else ?