Since I use my undies as my cum rag, and since i have swapped my undies, then the answer is a definate YES
Since I use my undies as my cum rag, and since i have swapped my undies, then the answer is a definate YES
Keep them up!
Yeah - that last story was HOT.
"Do what you love."
A few years ago when I was in grad school, I became friends with this guy who was an undergrad. We were working on a school project together, so we started hanging out a lot. He was 22 and hot (and straight). One time I was hanging out at his apt which he shared with a friend of his. I went upstairs to pee. (The bathroom and the two bedrooms--his and his roommate's--were on the second floor.) I could see into his bedroom as I headed to the bathroom, and I noticed a small white golf towel next to his bed. On a hunch that it was his cum towel, I went in and picked it up and, sure enough, it was covered with dry cum. That was a big turn on for me, but I didn't do anything about it since I had to get back downstairs. After that I always looked for the towel when I was over, but I don't remember seeing it again.
A month or two later he was looking for another place to live, and I have a house with two extra bedrooms, so I said he could move in with me, which he did. I thought I'd find his cum rag, but it appeared that when he moved in, he stopped using one and would cum on the wood floors in the bedroom. I was in his room one day and there was a huge dried cum puddle on the floor. I didn't imagine it was great for the finish on the floor, but it was also hot. Then there was the day I walked into his room and there was a puddle that was still very wet. I played with it with my fingers and I have to admit I also licked it. The longer he lived with me, the more the puddles surrounding his bed spread around the perimeter of the bed. It was almost like he was marking his territory. He would also sit at my computer and jerk off and cum on the carpet, which was always wet and it was light colored, so the cum stains started to show on the carpet. I always wondered if he wanted me to find them since he made no effort to hide this stuff, unless, like a typical straight guy, it never even crossed his mind.
A related story -- one night when it was very late, he started watching (straight) porn in his room, but I could tell because the volume was so loud. He always watched porn with the volume high--I don't know if it was because he wanted me to hear it or if it was just because the sounds of sex were a turn-on to him. Anyway, I figured that if he was listening to porn, he had to be jacking. I wanted so much to knock on the door and see if I could join him or if he needed help. Instead, I went outside and looked to see if his blinds were open, which they were, and there he was lying on his bed, jerking off to the porn. I stood and watched for quite awhile. He'd always joked that he was Italian, so his dick was huge. I'd seen it soft, and it was impressive, but hard. Wow. Then when he was close, he got up on his knees and shot off the edge of the bed onto the floor. It was one of the hottest things I ever saw.
He later moved in with his girlfriend, but we're still friends. So I still see him now and then, but I don't have a chance to see him naked or anything.
So, Stuffed. Why is it that your status is single, but you and your wife bought a house?
This thread is soo hot. It forces you to imagine another guy at his most private time. It's even better when it's a straight guys rag.
I haven't found one before though.
I have a friend who visits occasionally, and he jacks off every morning, without fail. He's left his cumrags--usually washcloths--out in the bathroom, where he knows I'll find them. He also used a white tshirt to jerk off in at least 3 or 4 times---and then asked me with a smile to toss it out for him because it was "dirty." Needless to say, I checked, and it had several large stains, each marking the back and forth travel of his dick on the cloth and the orgasmic spasms that soaked it.
It smells heavenly.
He's such a tease.
I love this thread! And it just reminded me of something that happened in college that I completely forgot about.
I had a much coveted single room my sophomore and junior years (no roommate, which was a good thing at the time). Each floor of the building had a room with a washer and dryer, and one day I was unloading my clothes from the dryer when this amazingly hot grad student came in to do his laundry. I'd seen him before - really muscular and beefy, kinda military-looking, drove this huge black pickup truck. Hot hot hot.
He apologized for interrupting and proceded to drop his basket of dirty clothes on top of the washer, then backed out to wait in the hallway until I was out of his way. Apparently he didn't realize it was like leaving an open bottle of liquor in front of an alcoholic!!
As soon as the door closed behind him I was poking through his basket looking for a prize, and boy did I find one! He had a bunch of colored briefs and one of them, a dark blue pair with a black band, had a huge dried cum stain on them. It looked like he used the briefs to clean up, not that he actually came in them, but there was ALOT of cum. I don't remember them smelling that strong, but just the idea that it was this hot fucker's cum gave me an instant hard on. I shoved those briefs deep into my laundry basket so he wouldn't see them, and gave him an "All yours!" wave as I rushed back to my room.
I felt really guilty about it and also didn't want him to notice the briefs were missing because he could easily have beat the crap out of me, so when I got back to my room I jerked off really fast (it didn't take long!) and blasted my load all over his cum stain. Then, when I was sure enough time had gone by, I snuck back to the laundry room and sadly dropped them into the washer.
I have a major foot fetish so I also stole a pair of his white socks, but those I didn't return because I loved how they smelled and because I thought he'd be less likely to miss them. Everyone loses socks when they do laundry, right? I have no idea what happened with those socks - I wish I had them now!
[QUOTE=winkles;3679859][quote=jayray;3678589]I felt really guilty about it and also didn't want him to notice the briefs were missing because he could easily have beat the crap out of me, so when I got back to my room I jerked off really fast (it didn't take long!) and blasted my load all over his cum stain. Then, when I was sure enough time had gone by, I snuck back to the laundry room and sadly dropped them into the washer.Maybe I should have kept em, winkles - but on the other hand it's exciting to think of him wearing those briefs completely unaware that another guy shot off in them. Heh heh heh...
You should have kept the briefs. Guys who beat off into their underwear are notoriously forgetful. They don't know if they're going or coming.
And besides, he probably would have gotten off knowing they got someone else off.
jayray: now, that's dedication! And a nice, twisted way of thinking about having put them back. ('specially if you came in the crotch where his nuts would be....)
Sooo Many Hot Stories in this thread - I cum back here to J/O a couple of times a month
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once,my friend and his cousininvited me and another guy (hot) on a camping weekend. on the way up to the cabin my friend decided it would be best if everyone had a duty while we were there.i drew the short straw and had to handle laundry the entire two weeks.the day after we arrived, we went fishing and everyone was soaked.so after dinner everyone started to yell that they each did there job and needed their clothes washed so we could reuse them the next day.so i went room to room picking up clothes and in the rooms came across things that were scattered across the floor and without thinking just picking things up.when i got down to the washroom i kept feeling these fresh wet spots on socks,shirts,underwear.and it wasnt til i realized we hadnt used up all this stuff that i thought,oh cool spunkrags and kept all of the things.evey time we went hunting i would find more and more.pure bliss from the smell of sweaty shirts,underwear,and cumrags
When I was at Uni I shared a flat with 5 str8 guys. One night we all had a few drinks and I ended up talking about having a cum rag under my mattress beside my porn mags. I had a weekend job in another town so most weekends i'd be away from the flat for a day or two, but I used to leave my room door unlocked, so they could use my full length mirror. So many times I got back to find fresh loads either on my rag or on toilet roll in my bin. I never got to find out which one (or more) was using my rag or the gay porn, but someone was havin a great time, and it made me horny to think of them jerkin off on my bed.
fifer- that's a great post!
Once when I was 14 I was at my cousin's house (he was 16) and it was only me, him and my brother in the house. I went upstairs to look at CDs and left my cousin and brother downstairs. When I walked into my cousin's bedroom there were a pair of white boxer shorts on the floor which had obviously been worn - I couldn't help myself, I sat on the bed and held them against my nose and had a really good sniff. The smell was of cum, cock, balls and a very faint smell of piss - I looked inside and saw dried cum stains and being really really horny by now I just started licking at the inside of the pants where my cousin's cock had been. Then, making sure the door was closed, I wanked off using the boxer shorts and used them as a cum rag, tossing them back on the floor.
Would've loved to have seen my cousin's face when he discovered them!
If I discovered my roommate's cumrag, I am not sure what I would do with it. I have been attracted to him for like two years, but his girlfriend is my best friend. Hmm...I would probably just ignore it. Not taste it like I want to do. LOL.
i went to boarding school in the last two years of high school and found my mates rugby jersey coverd in come one lunch time when i snuck into the dorm for something i got hot and jo on his bed and blew all over it...
there was another time were i found a diffrent guys hanky coverd in cum i couldnt risk having a wank right then so i went to the bathrooms and pulled my dick
i miss boarding school
i'd blow my nose with it...
I want more stories!!!!!!
I'm trying to remember some--I've told a couple already. Let me see. I did have a roommate my last semester in college who we all thought was gay (this was a small Christian college in Iowa), so I'd sometimes let him catch me naked cuz I knew he would look and try to slyly check me out, and there was something reassuring about that--partly, I suppose, because it was nice to know that someone was interested in me in a sexual way, but it was really nice to know that I wasn't the only guy who checked out other guys. Of course, we never talked about stuff like that. The closest we came was once when he played a piece of classical music for me and said that it was “music to masturbate by.” I laughed, and took it as some sort of a signal--I was just too naive and repressed to figure out what that signal meant. We lived in a 2-bedroom apartment with 4 guys, 2 to a room, and he and I shared one of the rooms. One time I got home from class and no one else was home, and I went into our room, and there on the floor was one of his dirty sweat socks neatly rolled up, but it wasn’t in his dirty laundry pile by his bed—it was by itself on the floor. It struck me as odd: I mean who rolls up his dirty socks? I think I kind of suspected what I'd find when I unrolled it, and sure enough, it was still wet with cum. There was something hot about knowing that he'd jerked off into it only a short time before. After that I made it a habit to check his rolled up socks when I got home--sometimes I'd find them wet and sometimes dry and stuck together. That time of day, though, they were usually still pretty wet, as he must have rubbed one out before he left for class. One time I used one as a cumrag for myself, and then I panicked that he'd come home and find it was still pretty wet and figure out what I'd done--but if he did, he never said anything. It was also a turn-on to think that he may have suspected it but would never have dared ask me.
Another time a friend and I came to my apartment, and we went to my room, and my friend threw open the bedroom door and turned on the light, neither of us knowing my roommate was in bed already as it was still pretty early. My roommate had been lying on his back, but in the split second after the door opened and the light turned on, he flipped over onto his stomach with the covers over his lower body and immediately started making small talk. It looked fairly clear that he was naked and that we'd interrupted him. My friend said something like, “Sorry, man, we didn’t know you were here,” and we turned off the light and left the room. When we got out of the room, my friend asked, "Was he doing what I think he was doing?" And I said, "I think so," and we had a good laugh over that, but after that, I started to become more aware of my roommate's masturbation patterns. He used to go to the gym to work out a few evenings a week, and he'd always go straight to our room and go to bed immediately after he got back from the gym—even though it was still really early. I always wondered if seeing the other guys at the gym got him hot and bothered, and he'd come home and beat off. So some nights I’d let him go into the room and go to bed, and I’d give him a few minutes to let him get started and a little more confident that I wouldn't be coming in soon, and then I’d fly into the room to catch him. The problem was I’d get turned on thinking about catching him, but as soon as I did, I’d get embarrassed and pretend not to notice what he was doing, so it would look like I caught him by accident, not knowing what I interrupted. Of course, this happened a lot, so he may have figured it out, but who knows? And I never actually saw him hard and jacking. He learned to be pretty quick about covering up.
Well, not a cum rag but cum briefs, which is even hotter. I worked shifts where there was a on-call room where guys could grab a few winks when things were quiet. One night I discovered a pair of cum-stained, white briefs. I pulled them on, got an instant erection and proceeded to jerk-off in them. I left them where I found them. A few days later they were there again and it was obvious that there was added cum. I jerked off in them again while humping the mattress, left them but unfortunately never saw them again. I can't help but wonder who my cum buddy was. Hope he enjoys them as much as I did.
BUMP.....I know there are more stories out there.
In college, we had these hard paper towles in the bathrooms but quite often I found them bunched up and NOT in the garbage but left on the top of my roommate's computer tower in the room and sometimes I'd sniff them while he was out. Idk if he meant for me to find them or what, but we never talked about it. He also admitted, though not to me but to a friend, that he liked to jack off at night so he'd jack off at night even with me in the room and I often heard him jacking or breathing in the middle of the night. With the cum-filled paper towels, I could definitely smell the cum. It wasn't anything else.
So any of you dudes wanna start trading cum rags? After about 20 or so uses they would be perfect. I love the feel and smell of a cum rag, they're a great JO tool.
Keep on strokin'
i found my last roommate's cum rag, i jerked off into it lol
Danger! Just find some guy on man hunt that looks like him. Otherwise you're going to be finding yourself a new roommate before the lease is up.
This is a fantastic thread.
I used Kleenex to clean up my cum when I was a kid, and at the time I was betting bet other boys did too. (I had no brothers.) This was confirmed in seventh grade when I found a friend's crusty Kleenex under his bed. I brought it home and saved it for several years. It turned yellow over time, and although I wasn't particularly attracted to the kid, I got several good jackoff session out of the find as I held it to my nose and tried to inhale any scent that might have remained.
My cumrag interests then turned to a friend down the street who, I learned from the seventh-grade showers, had probably the biggest penis in the class. It was probably 6 inches limp. He was a tall, lanky guy and not super attractive, but I remained fascinated with his dick and wondered how long it was when hard, how a guy with a dick like that jacks off, and how far up his stomach and chest his cum usually landed. Did it always spurt past his navel? So whenever I was at his house, I peeked in his room for signs of a cumrag but never found one.
In junior high and into high school, I started hanging with a kid who went from total geek in 8th grade to super-cute blond, blue-eyed guy by 9th grade. We had gym together that year, and he always seemed to take a long time in the shower and let me get a good glimpse of his package. His dick was beautiful -- bigger and nicer than mine and it always seemed to be plump and just on the verge of starting to get hard. A shower and not a grower, probably. We always seemed to end up at shower heads next to each other, and he'd take a good, long time rinsing his head under the spray and making sure he turned my direction to give me a show. I'd do the same for him, and he seemed to notice. Kids wore tight jeans then, and I remember sitting next to him in choir checking out his bulge as he did the same to me. The next year, we sat next to each other in social studies class, where kids sat two to a table. Our knees and shins would frequently find reason to touch, and I always got the sense he'd like to goof around, but that neither of us had the courage to do anything about it. Once I had my hand on the edge of the lunch table in the cafeteria and he moved his crotch right into it! I left it there for a second or two, but then moved it. Such a chicken. I did get just bit of a feel. I remember the spongy-ness of his dick against my hand. I think it was in 11th grade when he invited me to stay over at his house. He and his older brother had shared a room, but bro was off at college so I took his twin bed. I scoured the room (dresser, nightstand, under the beds, even the closet) for any sign of a cumrag but could find none. Eventually, we went off to college and we both had girlfriends.
More on this guy later.
In college, my roommate was regarded as one of the cutest guys in the dorms, and the ladies loved him. He was totally straight, so while I enjoyed watching him change and towel off after showers, I knew we'd never do anything. One night, I woke up and rolled over and saw that he had peeled back the covers and had pulled his briefs to just beneath his balls and was jacking off by holding his dick between his first two fingers and thumb. He was going fairly slowly when I discovered him, and then sped up ever so slightly until he was furiously beating himself at the time of orgasm. He let his penis flop onto his pubic hair and laid there for perhaps 30 seconds to compose himself as he penis got flaccid again. It was too dark to have seen him actually cum, but I could tell that it was a fairly average spurt because he did not clean off his chest but instead rubbed the semen into his curly pubic hair, pulled up his undies, and let the garment soak up the evidence. The next morning, I found his briefs in his laundry and saw just the slightest hint of cum crust, but the remnants were suprisingly slight and I never did find a cumrag. I did watch him jack several times over the rest of that year and the next year, and even watched a girl jack him off on the bed one night. That was hot! To this day I wonder whether he knew I was watching. He did give me one thing: a new way to jack off. Till then I had been a "palm" sort of guy, so after watching him use his first three fingers, I tried that and learned to love the feeling that the tip of my dick would take during those first few spurts.
OK, back to my high school buddy, the cute one who always gave shows in the shower. He went to college nearby, and he invited me to spend a night in his dorm room. I cannot remember how this transpired, but eventually he handed me a towel and we ended up both taking showers before bed -- in the dorms' gang shower room. I wondered what the hell was going on but was too chicken to take the first step toward goofing around. After our showers, his roommate was in the room, and I slept on the floor. I remember listening for any sign that my buddy was jacking off but did not hear or see a thing. Nor could I find a cumrag!
OK, more on him later. But what the HELL was going on with him??
That summer, when I was 19, I got a job at a resort where we were lodged on site. One of the higher ups lived there too and had his 14 year old kid staying for the summer. He was thin and blond, and had a great smile. His body type was pretty similar to my high school buddy's. Anyway, one day I was in the lodge and saw that the kid was in his room, apparently taking a nap. I left and returned about 15 minutes later, and he was nowhere to be seen. I peeked in his room and saw a box of Kleenex on his nightstand and a garbage can right below it. I looked in the garbage can and saw perhaps a half-dozen wadded up tissues as well as a small Dixie cup with a tissue stuffed inside it. I grabbed the cup, pulled out the tissue, put it to my nose, and felt the blood rush to my head. It was cum, a 14-year-old's cum! There was a fair amount of it, and it was extremely fresh, maybe 5 minutes old. My hands shook as I took the cup into the bathroom across the hall and jacked off while smelling the cute kid's semen. I'm sure I tasted it too, but I can't remember. What I do remember is that his jizz smelled just like mine. I had always wondered what another guy's cum smelled like, and finally, I had found out! I thought I better not keep the evidence, though, so I tucked the cumrag back into the Dixie cup and was relieved to find that his room was still empty.
But then, I was hooked. When I returned to college, I ended up with more roommates over the years, none as cute as the freshman roommate. I found cumrags of two or maybe three of them. Two of those roomies shared a room, so I couldn't be sure whose was whose. I wasn't particularly attracted to any of them, but one of the roomies was a frequent masturbator and did little to hide it. It was easy to slip in his room, find a steamy Kleenex, and take in a whiff.
After graduating from college, I got a job and eventually another roommate my age. He was a very conservative Christian, and not particularly attractive. But one day I decided to go exploring and found still-wet semen on his sweatpants. I think I did it just to confirm that these sorts of fundies jack off too, and then probably feel guilty about it. Sigh.
Anyway, it was when I was about 24 when I reconnected with my high school buddy, the cute one who always gave shows in the shower. He was getting married, and having a bachelor party. I got there late because I had another commitment, and when I got there he was completely trashed and barely conscious, and the rest of the guys were watching porn. Within 15 minutes, we were de-pantsing my friend, for some odd reason. We just got him down to his tightie whities, though, and then I think got him off to bed. Why we didn't strip him, I do not know.
Anyway, I settled in and watched a little porn, and then had to pee. So I headed into the bathroom and of course checked the trash can for any cumrags. There was one! Somebody at the party had wanked off in the bathroom, and did not flush the evidence but just through it in the trash. But who? My friend, or someone else? I took a good whiff and chose to believe it was my friend's. Yum! Hopefully I was right.
I slept on the bedroom of the friend's floor in a sleeping bag, and the next morning found myself alone in his room. He had a very large box next to his bed that he used as a trash can. Inside were SEVERAL WADDED UP PIECES OF KLEENEX! Yes, there were perhaps 10 cumrags in there, maybe more. None smelled of semen, but many were pretty crusty. My friend -- the guy who I had seen naked in the showers many times -- loved to jack off! I remember looking at his bed and noticing that the headboard was one of those with a mirror on it, and thinking for sure that he watched himself jack off in the mirror. I can't remember whether I took one of the cumrags into the bathroom to jack off with it. I probably did. But for some reason I didn't steal one even though there were many to be had and he never would have missed it. He probably would have liked for me to have it. Anyway, it was quite a find, and I've had many pleasant thoughts over the years of my blond buddy with the cute, plump dick blowing loads all over his tummy and sopping them up with Kleenex by his bed. We never did "do anything." That's probably for the best, because it probably would've ruined our friendship or at least made it very, very awkward.
But what do you think? What was going on with this guy?? It puzzles me to this day.
So let's see, I had another work roommate when I was in my 20s. He was cute and blond too, and liked to jack off with hand lotion. I know this because he kept it right next to his bed, and sometimes I'd put my ear up to his closed door and hear squishing and gasping and inhaling-while-masturbating sounds form his room. Interestingly, he usually came on a pillow sheet he kept next to his bed. I think he'd place it on his stomach to catch the cum as he jacked off while on his back. Maybe he got up on his knees and blew his load that way onto the pillowcase. Oftentimes he'd leave for work before me, so I'd either get to examine the dried pattern that his semen had made the night before, or on occasion get a nice, fresh treat from the blond 20-something's morning wank. That was fun.
Well, I'm married now, with a daughter and no more roommates. When I have a chance, I examine the trash cans at others' houses and sometimes poke my head in teenagers' rooms, knowing that they are facing the dilemmas of what to do with one's cum. So far, haven't found anything.
My high school buddy and I still get together from time to time. What are your thoughts about this relationship??
One of my college roommates was pretty good-looking for a skinny straight guy. He was tall, dark, and handsome. His muscles were lean and he was very cut, so he had a nice-looking chest. He also had a long schlong.
I was pleasantly surprised to discover one night, in the middle of the night, that he was a masturbator! I never said anything to him about it, because we were both at a conservative Christian college, and I was totally closeted. But he woke me up when he was doing it. He had asthma, so he breathed louder than normal when he was excited. He slept with a sleeping bag on his bed, and I could hear his hand rubbing back and forth underneath it while his breathing became louder and quicker. I then heard him get up, go over to the dresser, open up a drawer, and change his underwear.
In the morning, I checked his dirty clothes and was able to spy the crusted cum all over his fly. Very nice.
I can remember seeing a pair of my college roommates' boxers on the floor one morning. He had gone to class, so I picked them up, and they were all wet up front. I laid on my bed with those boxers over my face for an hour. I only wish he had walked in on me.
Sources: Sam Bradford is HOTT!
When I was bout 14/15 I visited my older bro and wife's house with my parents. They had a friend living with them to help paying the mortgage who was quite quiet and spent most of the time in his room. He was good with computers and stuff and was able to copy Playstation games and stuff like that and said that I could use his computer stuff anytime while we were there. One day I went in there while he was out and was playing the playstation sat on his bed. While sat there I noticed there was something shiny showing under his pillow. I lifted it up and realised it was a ladies silky underwear garment covered in cum (not fresh).
I never worked out whether it was a girlfriends of his or whether he had stolen one of my brother's wifes underwear garments and was using it - I definitely was not going to approach my bro about it - imagine the can of worms I might have opened!
BF and I used to use pillow cases when we first got together, but it was too much washing so its all tissues now lol
Not sure this fits here but I once glanced in the trash can of a college friend (who didn't have a room mate at the time) and there was a small picture of a naked guy cut from a porn magazine.
I always wished I had shown it to him and tried to get something going but I chickened out and never said anything, just j/oed and dreamed.
I had a hunky straight room mate that had no problem with my preference. In some ways he liked it. He knew I would do his laundry and enjoy doing it. Sometimes when he left to go to work for the week, (he worked out of town 10 days, home for 5) he would aske me to please wash his bedding while he was away. That meant fresh cum on the sheets or the hankie he sometimes used. Sometimes it would still be wet and fresh. Lucky me. If it was the hankie, it didn't get washed and put away in his drawer until the day before he came home. I kept it in my bed to sniff, and cum on too.
I never found any cum rags from my roommate. However, after one awkward drunken night I became his "cum rag". He'll be watching porn and jerking in his room and when he gets close he'll come in my room or call me into his and either let me finish him off or take it off his hand.
WOW...amazing stories guys!!
I found my college room mate's cum rag one afternoon just after he had used it. The wonderful smell of fresh cum fill the air as I smelled it. My dick harded up in just a few seconds. I jerked off unloading a huge load of cum into the rag as my room mate walked in the door and caught me. It caused both of us to be so horny that we fucked each other scenseless the rest of the after noon.
In college I hung out all the time with a guy (not a roommate) who was very cute. He was sort of a jock in high school and I was pretty much the opposite. What's the expression ... opposites attract? Anyway, his roommate told me once that he heard him jack off all the time and so that was enough to pique my curiosity. He would travel home (about 4 hours away) most every weekend to play in a band that he started while he was in high school and I would tag along many of those weekends. One weekend we spent the night in his parents basement and sure enough, after he thought I was asleep, I heard his breathing become deeper and just knew he was wacking off. It was so dark that I could not see anything, but I knew what he was up to (no pun intended). On another weekend stay we stayed in the same room, but this time upstairs (twin beds). In the middle of the night I was awakened by him lifting the blankets off me and just looking at me. I pretended to be asleep, but through squinted eyes watched him standing there in his tighty-whites. I wanted to reach out and touch his dick through his undies, but was terrified to do it. He just ended up walking back to his bed and that was that, but that incident gave me my own jackoff material for weeks! After college, we became roommates and even closer buddies, but no hanky-panky as he was straight as an arrow and I hid my gayness very well for years. We stayed roommates for several years and our closeness was evident, but he was just too straight for me to try much of anything. There were times when I touched him while he slept and he even caught me a couple of times, never saying anything, but I knew he just wanted to forget the incident. I have more experiences with him that I could share, but this message is way too long as it is.
Ok about 20 minutes ago I totally jerked off with a pair of my roomate's boxers over my face. I got off fromw ork and he's not here....so I seized the oppurtunity. He always has new porn DVD's (burned) in his stack of CD's. I knew he liked porn and HAD to jerk off but for a year now I have not been able to find any evidence. Until just now!!!! On the boxers was a wet spot in a circular pattern beside the fly hole, and it smelled bleachy. I know it's gotta be cum! It turned me on so much I had to beat my dick immediately!!!! I might go back for a few more sniffs in a few.
Fascinating thread. Loved all the stories.
I say one of my earliest memories of incidents with a cumrag was when I was around 13 and sleeping over at my friend's house. We stayed up late as usual watching movies etc, so we were still awake around 1, 2 in the morning. Eventually, the movie marathon ended and my friend was snoozing off already, but I could not sleep right away. So I stayed awake staring at the ceiling when I heard someone heading into the bathroom. Around 2 in the morning it's so damn quiet within the house that whoever I heard was making alot of noises in the bathroom. The noises ended abruptly with one last moan. I heard the lights turned off and the bathroom open and closed. I peeked out the bedroom door and so my friend's dad head come and go out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He had a wifebeater on but no undies. I was curious what he was doing but was scared that he might come back into the bathroom. So I waited about ten more minutes until I went into the bathroom to see what he did. There was nothing out of sorts, nothing broken, no signs of struggle. They usually kept a laundry hamper in the corner of their bathrooms, so I peeked and saw his tighty whities. I picked it up and dropped it, cos it was stillw et and sticky. I smell my hand and it smelled like cum. I should know cos within the year I discovered the sensation of masturbation and did it non stop. As soon as I found out it was cum and that he must've jackoffed in their a couple minutes ago, I was beyond turned on and began masturbating myself. I finally came in his whities and called it a night. I never looked at my friend's dad the same way again. I never found him to be beyond attractive until that moment
Never found a cum rag, but did used to find my roomates rubbers. He would fuck his girlfried and leave them in the trash. The best thing I ever did was put a dildo in one, suck on it, and when I was ready to cum, I would bite the end. That was so fucking hot!
I love that this thread is back up and running.
I will post one later.....
My brother keeps a plastic baggie full of cum soaked tissues in the trash in his bedroom. He doesn't take the trash out very often so there's one bag that is full and another one that he keeps adding more to. I like jacking off into tube socks, but I wash them about every other week because a fresh sock feels better than one that's gotten a little crusty with cum.
I think college is/was the time we got to experience the most of our cum rag fetishes! I know, I have been in college twice. Once right out of highschool I went to Penn State Behrend in Erie, I had a roommate from Pittsburgh who was a huge jock. He was captain of the football team in highschool and quite the womanizer our freshman year. He was not afraid to bring home girls to our dorm room every night and fuck them. He always seemed to cum into his boxers. It was awesome because 75% of the time the girl didn't spend the night and he would walk her down stairs to sign her out. I would always go over grab his boxers off the floor and suck all the cum out of them that I could. It was most amazing!! I can't bellieve he never caught on. I always thought he would wonder where his boxers went when he came back in the room.
I am now in college again but not living in the dorms as I am in my late 20's now. My boyfriend still lives in the dorms and he has had some very hot roommates. I waited for one of his suitemates to leave and I went into his room looking for some new "material". I hit the jack pot and found a pair of his boxer-briefs SOAKED in fresh cum. I immediately pulled it out and started jerking off. I shot so hard I overshot my chest and most of my load hit his pillows. I just flipped them over and left the room, but not before I took my new material. It was so fucking hot...he is a little straight twinkie who is 18, 5' 4" 125lbs. Sooooo fucking hot!
My straight roomate/best friend/total crush would jackoff every night before bed. The next day I'd check his room and find a sock next to his bed with his crusted cum inside...ahh the good ol days
A few years ago, I had a coworker that was so freakin' hot. I had a total crush on him. But he was totally straight and dating one of the managers in our office building.
So as the months went by we weren't really "friends" but we more than just coworkers or acquaintences. We were talking during a break one day and somehow the topic of tennis came up, then the topic of racquetball. I told him I had never played and he said he thought I would really like it and then he invited me over to his apt that Saturday to play racquetball since his apt complex had a court for the apt residents.
So Saturday morning comes around and I show up at his apt. He said I could hang out and watch tv while he took a quick shower. He went into the bathroom and I heard him turn on the shower. I wanted to see his bedroom, I wanted to see his bed where he slept and his dirty clothes all over the floor so I snuck into his bedroom and started looking around the room.
I looked at the bed, which had dark navy blue sheets and was all messed up, pillows turned in every direction, comforter hanging half off in the floor.
Then I saw it.
At the foot of the bed, on the corner of the mattress closest to me was the dark navy blue flat sheet with a HUGE cum stain splattered all over it. This corner of the sheet was literally covered in multiple streaks of dried cum. If I didn't know better I would have sworn at least 3 guys had taken turns jerking a load into the same corner of the bed. But since I knew that was almost positively not a possiblity, I had no choice to believe that this guy was a BIG TIME cummer. I almost immediately started feeling myself get hard. But then I heard the shower turn off and quickly exited the room and took a seat on the couch.
But when he came out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of shorts and no shirt and his hair still wet, I couldn't help but look at him and imagine him standing naked at the corner of his bed, lean body all tensed up as he jerked and then fired off a dozen huge streaks of boy cum all over the sheets.
My crush for him intensified 100% that day.
Hot stories, anyone got anymore?