1. Speedo Stains Tell Tales


    Date: 8/31/2017, Categories: True Story, Boy, Straight Sex, Exhibitionism, Gay, Male Solo, Masturbation, Teen, Teen, Voyeur, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Source: sexstories.com

    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 last week and it was one of the horniest, sexiest experiences I can remember! It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three times a week, quite early in the morning. It’s a modern pool, shared with the Secondary School next door 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 older boys 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 black, 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 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 pair of swim-shorts left hanging on the hook on the wall opposite. Being communal showers, people 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 pool opened but they mostly wear a corporate-style outfit of blue & red and these shorts ...
    were a greenish camouflage 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 area cleared completely and I was on my own. I looked around to make sure no-one could see me and I took the shorts down from the hook and looked inside the waist-band, to see what size they were. “Small – 30-32 inches” the label said, “Do Not Tumble”. 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 shorts in the folds of my towel and went off to the lockers 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 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, silky nylon material, quite short and loose in the leg and more like athletic shorts really. Their camouflage design was quite stylish (to my eyes at any rate) and they had a flimsy white mesh gusset inside. When I looked more ...
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