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

It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three meter a hebdomad, quite early in the morning. It's a modern pool, shared with the subaltern school next door and sometimes the pool Roger Huntington Sessions during the day are shared too ; on my years off, I've been there later in the day when the erstwhile boy of the Upper school are having their lessons - lean young 16 to 18 year-olds, nearly always wearing those baggy board-shorts ; the serious ones sometimes wear compression-style"Jammers"but always in blacken, 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 elderly boys can be quite distracting !

On this juncture though, it was early and fairly quiet. After my swimming session, I was showering-off in the communal cascade orbit and I noticed a little dyad of swim-shorts left hanging on the sweetener on the wall opposite. organism communal shower bath, mass don't take their trunks or trunks off to shower, like they do at the YMCA, so it's strange to see any bathing costume"abandoned"like this. At commencement, I thought they might go to one of the fit new lifeguard, having had an early swim when the pool opened but they mostly wear a corporate-style turnout of gentle & red and these shorts were a greenish camo 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 exhibitor area cleared completely and I was on my own. I looked around to make sure no-one could see me and I took the underdrawers down from the come-on and looked inside the waist-band, to see what sizing they were."humble - 30-32 column inch"the label said,"Do Not crumble ”. Inwardly I smiled.

"My size,"I thought, as I immediately began to see the form of untried, fit guy who might sustain worn them ; I imagined that I might possess enjoyed a"collapse"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 shorts in the bend of my towel and went off to the 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 seclusion of the changing cubicle, I examined them more closely. My cock was hard as a rock candy 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 bath sphere without drawing attention to himself.

The shorts were a easy, silky nylon material, quite light and let loose in the leg and more like athletic short pants really. Their camo design was quite stylish ( to my eyes at any rate ) and they had a tenuous white meshwork gusset inside. When I looked more closely, I experienced one of those uncommon frissons that run down your spine and then through your solid soundbox, as I realized that the voider was stained in one very distinct patch to one side. It wasn't a pee-stain either ; no argumentation about it, it was the remains of a cum-stain !

So here I was, standing in the locked stall, leaking pre-cum like mad into my own dampness 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 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 habitation, deliberately and brazenly intending to entrust them on show !

I carefully removed my own Speedo briefs, revealing a immense blodge of pre-cum, as my tool 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 trunks carefully and I tried not to make too much mess everywhere, with all the viscous goo falling against my second joint in a long clear drawing string. I do love my pre-cum but it is messy at times ; not everyone likes it but I find my own, and individual else's, a very turn-on. And it makes a howling lube !

For some reason, my fondness 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 fix for…..well, you know what's going to bump, I'm sure as shooting !
I carefully inserted my set up tool down into the gusset of the boxers and the end of my phallus neatly matched the spot where the meat 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 thoughts of what the guy might receive looked like. My cute Cy Young nephew, a blue-eyed blond, barely 19 eld old, had recently paid me a visit and he was just the right bod for these shorts. Also, a while back I posted on he-goat's Pervwebsite forum page, a thread about my having discovered him on a pay-to-view website, doing unmentionable 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 web site, with his flabby, peachy seat and his beautiful, erect, 7 in full-length tool, so my imagery had no difficulty in conjuring-up images of my nephew wearing them and arousing himself in them.

As all these intellection raced through my thinker and the parentage vessels at the side of my cervix throbbed under the blood-pressure, I stood there massaging myself through the soft material of the shortstop and when I looked down, I realized that, exactly where the head word of my organ now shudder and previously hidden by the camouflage practice of the shortstop, 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 iniquity mark 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 Hammond organ through the soft camouflage fabric, my climax began cryptic inside my groin, and as it spread its wave of intense ecstasy up and around my shank and back down into my groyne, my balls jettisoned their lading in an harrowing series of pulsating spasms that changeable my deep white cream into the whiteness mesh gusset of the shorts and through the camouflage outer fabric into my own script. I gasped as I staggered forwards and had to steady myself with one handwriting against the cell wall, as the upheaval threatened to puddle my legs give way under me.

I finally stood good, leaning against the cubicle side, wearing cum-soaked short and with cum leaking through the fingers of my compensate hand. I was heaving for breath and my headland throbbed ; it was the most nonplus experience I can retrieve, at least where no-one else was present in the room at the Same metre !

I took the short circuit base in my bag after cleaning myself up and I was tempted to stay fresh them to wank into again and again. But then I had an idea. I took them back to the pool last Mon 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 original owner or discovered by someone else ?