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My (straight) brother keeps all his cummed up tissues in plastic baggies in his trash can. The freshest one was only about half an hour old.![]()

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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 Freshmen 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??
My friend would jerk off and take and throw the cum rag away. When he came over one day, he shot off a giant load onto a paper towel. He wadded it up with the cum inside and I followed him into the kitchen where he threw it away, He missed the can one day and didn't notice and kept on toward the bathroom. So I grabbed it up and ran into my bedroom with it. I gently unfolded it and licked up the giant pool of thick, creamy cum in the middle. He came in and caught me and that night I was fucking him and he used my mouth as a cum rag. We still fuck to this day.![]()








