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Cum for lube. I gotta try that

A Rim and a fuck. A great evening.

My fetish is wearing strange men's underwear ( clean). The feel of someone else's boxer or briefs against my skin arouses me and often allows me to fantasize as I wank thinking what that ( prior owner ) man's cock, balls, and bush must have looked like, smelled and felt. No, I don't steal them out of the gym locker room. There's a large thrift store in my city that has a huge used clothing section with over 14 aisles of clothing. That's where I buy them ( usually already laundered). I went there on a Saturday morning to kill some time waiting for my friend Ron to call me. once his boyfriend left their apt. that day for work. Ron and I were planning a leisurely all day flip fuck , so I was in his neighborhood waiting for him to call . I was ready, already fed, cleaned out, with a small bottle of my favorite lube in my pocket ( not that stain inducing silicone based brand Ron and his boyfriend used at home.) In the store I got lucky. On the long mens undergarment aisle were gym shorts, running lycra bicycle tights, designer sweatpants, tracksuits , winter frostproof longjohns, underwear and bathing trunks. All used, formerly carrying someone else's bollocks, a nirvana for a [banned word] like me. I found a formerly owned and worn nice blue flannel boxer shorts with white snowflakes in the design. ( If you peruse my Twitter page at @88going you'll see those selfsame used underpants with my own cock flopping out of them.) Right then, my instinctive response was to lift those underwear on their hangar and drape them on my face , close my eyes and smell deeply. They smelled of floral laundry detergent. As I opened my eyes, a few feet away an attractive mid thirties, brown eyed mustached hipster man in black horn rim glasses , tousled light brown hair, about 5'7'' in tight dark blue jeans , pretty doe like limpid eyes smiled at me and then looked down and started laughing. He lifted his head again and looked back at me with a wide grin with his eyes lingering a little too long. I walked over to him as he was studying a pair of bathing trunks and asked me with a mirthful smile : "Did they smell good?" I suggested that the swimming trunks in his hand would look good on him, and then I took a risk and suggested: " Let's go try them on". I introduced myself & he told me his name was David and we went over to the long bank of 7 individual changing booths, on the other side of the store and waited in a queue together with mostly women waiting to try on clothing before purchase. We stood close to each other, our legs rubbing and I started to gently caress the small of his back with my palm while we were waiting in the queue and he smiled back. It must have seemed to others that we were together. I shut off my phone (sorry Ron) and when a booth opened up we went in together and we both stripped naked to our socks.I bent down to suck his musky smooth shaved balls and fellate his wide 6 inch cut erect cock set on a trimmed brown bush. I deep throated his cock and licked his smooth pendulous sweaty balls some more . He looked at me, adjusted his glasses, and smiled. I stood up and pulled the small bottle of lube out of my pocket and generously coated my attentive 7 incher and attempted to stand behind David. He shook his head no and whispered in my ear : " I'm not clean." He then grabbed the lube from the bench, poured some on his cock and with his other hand grabbed the back of my neck, and pushed me facing and against the free wall and pivoted his hips up against my ass , guiding his wet cock into my ass with his free hand. While grabbing the nape of my neck he started to fuck me hard balls deep and as he was pumping and sighing I bit my tounge in order not to shout. It felt awesome. Looking across the room in the floor length mirror I watched David's hairy brown legs and furry bubble but with brown fuzz fucking me with the rhythm of a metronome , the sight of which and the pressure of his hard cock inside me caused me to shoot a few long ropes of cum against the wall. David sighed, grunted and unloaded in me . As he pulled out I started to dribble his spunk down my leg. Using my undershirt, I hurriedly did my best to clean up the odiferous jizz from David's cock, my own, the wall, the floor, my leg and my dripping asshole. We went to the cash register and I bought the blue underwear, and David his swim trunks ( to say thank you) . The cashier must have wondered why I smelled like a n animal birthing barn reeking of sweat and spunk ,with wet stains on the back of my jeans. I offered David my phone number, which he declined, rushed home and later called Ron with a white lie ( Ron forgave me.). So what's your fetish? ( Moderator: I think I previously placed this in the wrong location/classification)

Great story.

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Thanks for the encouragement.

My fetish is wearing strange men's underwear ( clean). The feel of someone else's boxer or briefs against my skin arouses me and often allows me to fantasize as I wank thinking what that ( prior owner ) man's cock, balls, and bush must have looked like, smelled and felt. No, I don't steal them out of the gym locker room. There's a large thrift store in my city that has a huge used clothing section with over 14 aisles of clothing. That's where I buy them ( usually already laundered). I went there on a Saturday morning to kill some time waiting for my friend Ron to call me. once his boyfriend left their apt. that day for work. Ron and I were planning a leisurely all day flip fuck , so I was in his neighborhood waiting for him to call . I was ready, already fed, cleaned out, with a small bottle of my favorite lube in my pocket ( not that stain inducing silicone based brand Ron and his boyfriend used at home.) In the store I got lucky. On the long mens undergarment aisle were gym shorts, running lycra bicycle tights, designer sweatpants, tracksuits , winter frostproof longjohns, underwear and bathing trunks. All used, formerly carrying someone else's bollocks, a nirvana for a [banned word] like me. I found a formerly owned and worn nice blue flannel boxer shorts with white snowflakes in the design. ( If you peruse my Twitter page at @88going you'll see those selfsame used underpants with my own cock flopping out of them.) Right then, my instinctive response was to lift those underwear on their hangar and drape them on my face , close my eyes and smell deeply. They smelled of floral laundry detergent. As I opened my eyes, a few feet away an attractive mid thirties, brown eyed mustached hipster man in black horn rim glasses , tousled light brown hair, about 5'7'' in tight dark blue jeans , pretty doe like limpid eyes smiled at me and then looked down and started laughing. He lifted his head again and looked back at me with a wide grin with his eyes lingering a little too long. I walked over to him as he was studying a pair of bathing trunks and asked me with a mirthful smile : "Did they smell good?" I suggested that the swimming trunks in his hand would look good on him, and then I took a risk and suggested: " Let's go try them on". I introduced myself & he told me his name was David and we went over to the long bank of 7 individual changing booths, on the other side of the store and waited in a queue together with mostly women waiting to try on clothing before purchase. We stood close to each other, our legs rubbing and I started to gently caress the small of his back with my palm while we were waiting in the queue and he smiled back. It must have seemed to others that we were together. I shut off my phone (sorry Ron) and when a booth opened up we went in together and we both stripped naked to our socks.I bent down to suck his musky smooth shaved balls and fellate his wide 6 inch cut erect cock set on a trimmed brown bush. I deep throated his cock and licked his smooth pendulous sweaty balls some more . He looked at me, adjusted his glasses, and smiled. I stood up and pulled the small bottle of lube out of my pocket and generously coated my attentive 7 incher and attempted to stand behind David. He shook his head no and whispered in my ear : " I'm not clean." He then grabbed the lube from the bench, poured some on his cock and with his other hand grabbed the back of my neck, and pushed me facing and against the free wall and pivoted his hips up against my ass , guiding his wet cock into my ass with his free hand. While grabbing the nape of my neck he started to fuck me hard balls deep and as he was pumping and sighing I bit my tounge in order not to shout. It felt awesome. Looking across the room in the floor length mirror I watched David's hairy brown legs and furry bubble but with brown fuzz fucking me with the rhythm of a metronome , the sight of which and the pressure of his hard cock inside me caused me to shoot a few long ropes of cum against the wall. David sighed, grunted and unloaded in me . As he pulled out I started to dribble his spunk down my leg. Using my undershirt, I hurriedly did my best to clean up the odiferous jizz from David's cock, my own, the wall, the floor, my leg and my dripping asshole. We went to the cash register and I bought the blue underwear, and David his swim trunks ( to say thank you) . The cashier must have wondered why I smelled like a n animal birthing barn reeking of sweat and spunk ,with wet stains on the back of my jeans. I offered David my phone number, which he declined, rushed home and later called Ron with a white lie ( Ron forgave me.). So what's your fetish?

Exciting story. Great fiction. Please keep on writing. We love it!

Oh,Sorry, I forgot, the feel, of my cock in his ass or my ass on his cock is also needed for the alchemy.

Personally, I love the sight, smell, touch , sound ( grunt, sigh or moan), taste, and eye gaze of a man and that's what makes fucking ( as a top or bottom) such a peak experience. Don't get me wrong, cumming is awesome . But I focus on it more to delight my sex partner. ( I could easily cum by myself in 15 minutes with my right hand.) It's the YOU , not the spunk that makes sex great.

And thank you for reading my stories and for your encouragement ( and Likes).

No, Jason .that sweet and sexy man, considers himself a bottom.

You are too kind.

True story. Many years ago. Jack ( 33 when I met him) and I was 18 and after three years living together I was going into my early twenties at the time. He was my first boyfriend and we lived at his place, pretty happily for about three years. We lived in a coastal city in a southern state. He was getting ready to move to the rocky mountains, for work and I was getting close to finishing a undergraduate university degree locally, with only a year left . So I didn't want to move away and he was moving on his own. I did love him, but I felt he was getting restless and was leaving for a better job, and I was given a scholarship to continue an advanced degree locally to start in a year, so it worked out. A month before packing house and moving to a place on campus, I visited an aunt in the midwest during spring break and on arrival home during breakfast the next morning, Jack told me that he had lunch with our mutual friend Jason, who admired Jack's manhood while they were changing for a beach swim , as Jason's apt. was near a popular tourist beach. Jack told me that Jason liked what he saw ( evidently for the first time) and informed Jack : " You know you are going to have to fuck me with that thing". Jack evidently complied with the request the week I was gone. Parenthetically, Jack let me know that Jason's dick was as surprisingly long as his, but not as thick. My response was bizarre, and puzzled me: I didn't feel sad, jealous or outraged. I felt aroused. I thought of Jack cornholing Jason , both of them grunting, likely in a doggy style position( That's what Jack liked best) and I got hard. To be sure, Jason is a kind and upbeat person with his signature mirthful laugh. He was in his late 30's and they had been friends for years before I came on the scene, although never boyfriends.While Jack's other friends were cordial, but cool torwards me, (I think because of our a noticeable age difference,) Jason was always welcoming and seemed genuinely glad to include me in barbecues, dinners, picnics and gatherings . Jason and I became friends, and even went hiking to local mangrove swamps together when Jack worked some weekends. Jason was about 38, years old looked like a shorter James Taylor. About 5'6". Always with a ready smile. I was aroused and wanted to share in the fun. It was spring and I called Jason and asked if I could come over during the week (Spring break still had one more week before ending), while Jack was at work. I'd bring a bag lunch from Jason's favorite organic lunch spot near our place. It surprised me that Jason readily agreed. considering what transpired the week before, which neither of us mentioned. There was no discussion of Jack. When I got to Jason's small apartment later that week, we decided to swim first ( before lunch) as it looked like rain was imminent. We stripped into our trunks together, or almost. I was excited and hard , as Jason touched my not insubstantial cock and sported his own 7.5" streamlined attractive member surrounded by a full brown bush. Jason looked at me and smiled and laughed his pleasantly familiar laugh and I bent down to fellate him. As I did so, he ran his hand through my hair and caressed my ear while I was licking his cock and sucking it's circumcised head. After a few minutes he laughed his mirthful laugh again and told me to stop. He got down on the wooden floor with me , kissed my lips, and informed : " You really don't know what you're doing .do you?". I wasn't sure what he meant, but he led me to the queen size bed in the middle of the studio apt. , both of us naked with our erect antennae like cocks bobbing up and down. Once on the bed, he lifted my legs high above his legs and started to suck the part of my taint between my asshole and my balls for about 6 minutes and I was in heaven. He then separated out each testicle with his mouth and sucked them each individually. The sensation was awesome. He continued on to deep throat my cock while he rolled his tounge around my mushroom head in his closed mouth until the eyes rolled back in my head. What he did next, I think changed the course of my life and my passion for mansex intensified forever: Jason lifted my legs up further and planted his tounge deep within my asshole and I yelped out loud. I almost cried with pleasure. I never experienced that nor even knew it existed ( wasn't even in porn videos or magazines that I saw.) After about 15 minutes of being rimmed, I was euphoric and my legs felt like jelly. At that point, I wanted to redeem my ( sophomoric sexual skills) with Jason. We changed positions, and I got his legs on my shoulders and rimmed him for awhile. ( I quickly discovered that rimming another man was as enjoyable as getting rimmed yourself.) I then asked if I could fuck him. He nodded and I pulled KY out of my bag and slathered it on my dick adding to the precum already there. Jason frowned and gave me a skeptical look and said " I don't think that's a good idea." He pulled out a previously opened box of Trojans from the bureau and put them on the bed. ( Did Jack fuck Jason with a condom the week before ? I didn't ask.) I begged and told Jason that I tested negative last month and only had sex with Jack for the past few years( both true). Jason laughed and relented : " Alright, Just this once." His legs were back on my shoulders and I pushed my glistening cock firmly through his tight pucker and and as it broke the first ring he was moist and inviting and warm enveloped my cock like it belonged there forever and I pushed farther balls deep, in and out and he felt amazing. His eyes were closed , and was panting audibly with a few quiet moans. He complimented : " Oh that feels good" . Which meant a lot to me as he was a good teacher of the pleasures of sex. I kissed his knee and rubbed his thighs as I fucked him and didn't last more than 5 minutes, as I started to flood his guts . I pulled out midway and jizzed ropes of cum on his chest practically to his nipples, as I wasn't sure if he wanted me to cum in him and anyway it was a hot show, if I may say so myself. Jason opened his eyes and started to laugh uproariously as if he just got the punchline to a funny joke and exclaimed: " that was fun!" I rubbed my jizz all over his belly and kissed his navel, and wiped my wet sticky hands on my own chest. He smiled at me. It was late, Jack was soon coming home to the house that we lived, in Jack and I and it was going to be about 30 minutes in traffic to drive home ,so I left the bag lunches with Jason got dressed and left quickly ( smelling like cum, sweating, with my hair tousled which was going to be hard to explain). Neither Jason nor I ever said anything about it to Jack, no need. And Jason and I never discussed what transpired the week before between Jack and himself ( no need). Jason and I continued to have "lunch" from time to time at his apt. until Jason moved to Seattle a few years later.

Why can't both spunk away ? Isn't that part of the magic of fucking?

Ooh, thanks. Never experienced that before.Wow! Must be something.

Ok. This is embarrassing for a man that has had sex hundreds of times. What is an anal orgasm? I see references to it on this site. But I actually never heard the term before.

No it was my 3rd.