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Cum Sock

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 10 Feb 1999 1 comments
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by Ant I don�t know why, but I was recently reminded of something that that happened a few years ago when I was a college student. At the time I shared a house with two other students (both male). It was the summer holidays and only the two of us had stayed over at the house; myself and Ian. One morning shortly after Ian had gone into town to meet a friend I needed to borrow one his textbooks. Textbooks were so expensive , that we often borrowed each other�s books, so I just let myself into his room to look for the book. I spotted it almost straight away, on the floor beside his bed. I bent down to pick it up, and there under the bed I noticed an old white sports sock. Well not so white actually! It was badly stained with yellowish patches. I had a pretty good idea straight away what it was. After all I had one of my own. Curiosity got the better of me and I reached under the bed and picked it up. As soon I�d picked it up I could smell the heady aroma of another man�s cum. I placed it in the palm of my hand so as to inhale fully the smell of Ian�s juices. It was damp! I couldn�t believe it. It had obviously recently been put to use. I reached into the sock. The inside was still really wet. Ian must have been stroking away only yards from me only an hour or so previously. This thought was a real turn-on. I could feel my cock getting hard inside my jeans. Taking a bit of a risk, guessing that he wouldn�t be back for a while, I swiftly dropped my trousers. My cock was really hard by now, pre-cum glistening at the tip. I slipped the cum soaked sock down the shaft of my hot cock. The cool dampness of the fabric sent a shiver down my spine. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gripped the sock around my cock and began to stroke. The movement of my cock inside the sock began to coat it in Ian�s cum. The heat of my cock soon warmed the damp fabric up to body temperature. Soon, I was lost in fantasy. In my mind�s eye I was lying on the floor opposite Ian, with both our cocks in the sock. My hand grasping tightly and stroking us furiously to climax. Soon I�d brought myself to the edge, and before I knew it I was filling the sock with a good load of my cum. I removed the sock, using it to clean myself up. I buried my face in the by now even damper sock, and breathed in the strong musky smell of our cum, before quickly getting dressed again, and carefully returned the sock to its former position. It was a real turn-on to think that the next time Ian stroked himself off in that sock, that he would be coating his cock in a mixture of our cum.