About six months ago I moved out of home and started renting with three friends of mine. The one I'm closet with I would never think about sexually, and another I just don't find attractive at all. However, since we've moved in I've become increasingly more attracted to my third roommate, the one I would say I know the least. I occasionally used to think about him when I masterbated back home, but that was only because I needed a fuck buddy for one of our other friends that we don't live with in my fantasies.
So I've become more and more obsessed with this guy since we moved in. When I lived at home I would always use toilet paper or tissues to cum into, but I found that when I moved out this method didn't really suit me as much. For one, I'm a cheap-skate, so I don't buy tissues (and besides I wouldn't use them for anything other then my cum anyway), and I'm always afraid of using too much toilet paper in case someone gets suspicious (I mean, I know every guy does it, but still). Plus, you always have to dispose of stuff like that once you've used it, otherwise, if this thread is anything to go by, someone will find it eventually (although I probably wouldn't mind if this particular roommate did). And with four guys living in a thin-walled house it would be fairly easy for the others to know if I was disposing of cum soaked tissues by flushing them down the toilet. I'm also really paranoid about my cum smelling really bad, so I would always dispose of such tissues immediately like this, and never leave them lying around for too long, or even put in the bin for that matter.
Taking a leaf out of American Pie's book I decided that using a sock to masturbate with might have been a better option. I guess I'd never really thought of trying it before because I was afraid that my Mum would come across a cum-stained sock while doing my washing, but since I'm doing my own washing now I thought why not. The thing I really like about it is that it's so easy to clean up the mess, all you literally have to do it take the sock off, which is great. I do find that I lose a bit of the sensation though, and it takes me longer to jack off into a sock then just doing it normally. I try not to do it too often though, be cause I only wash my clothes once a week, and again, I'm afraid that the smell of too many loads would build up (plus it not the greatest thing in the world to use when it gets really crusty, and I hate wasting more than one pair of socks).
Anyway, so as my foray into using socks as cum rags has developed so has my infatuation with my roommate. With four of us living together, it's rare that at least one of us isn't home , but whenever everyone else is out I always go into this guys room and take a look around. The first time I did this, I knew he was meeting a friend in the city and would be gone for a while. I searched through his stuff and clothes (dirty and otherwise) to see if I could find something to help get me off, and continue to do so, but I haven't found much. I would go through his laundry hamper or bin more but I'm too afraid he'll notice that someone has moved his things. The only thing of I interest I found the first time were some condom packets in one of his drawers. Having been back in there since I know he must wank off into these occasionally (he's not having sex, I'd know if he were) because sometimes there's one or two less then the time before,bbut he mustn't use them often, and I've never been lucky enough to find a used one lying about. In lieu of anything better to do the first couple of times I've just stripped completely naked, grabbed my ipad, and wanked off to porn in his bed.
One time though, as I was stripping off for a session in his bed, not bothering to look for anything because I had pretty much given up, I saw a lone sock under his bed. I picked it up and couldn't believe my luck. It was a thick woollen navy blue sock and It had definitive crusty stains on it. There wasn't too much on there, and as it was dry I wonder if it may have just been precum, but nonetheless it was good to find something. I sniffed and licked at what I could get and turned it inside out to see what was inside but again there wasn't too much on there. It didn't seem like enough for a load to me, so he may have just used it to wank off into but not actually shoot on. I've come to suspect now that he may just use the sock as a small cum rag, and just shoots on himself before cleaning it up with it because it never seems like much. I also found pubes in it that first time, and the second time I found it, I also put a pair of his cotton boxers on my face (the ones I know he wears to bed every night) as inspiration while wanking into his pre-used sock.
The last time I did it was last Friday afternoon. Only he and I were home, and I had being drinking by myself and had had three or four White Russians. I get a little bit more daring when I've been drinking and with my bedroom door slightly ajar, I started masturbating on my bed with porn on my ipad. I had my headphones on so I couldn't hear anything, but the video I was watching mustn't have been doing it for me so I turned it off only to hear that my roommate was in the shower (my room in right next to the bathroom). Unfulfilled by the porn, I tipsyly rushed to his room with my own cum sock and was happy to find his cum rag sock under his bed. The few times I'd looked for it previously it wasn't there so I assumed it had been washed. What was even better was that he was home all last week, so who knew how many times he used it (although it still didn't seem like much cum on there). I inhaled the sock before putting it over my cock and continued wanking off into it. When I was close I replaced it with mine and held his up to my face when I came. I placed it back under his bed as usual and I think he is none the wiser.
Every time I've done this I've wanted to cum in or onto the sock so badly, but I'm afraid he'll find it wet (I've only ever found it dry) and wonder how it got that way. As I'm usually the only one home when he's not, it wouldn't be hard for him to figure out. I also wish I could search through his laundry hamper or bin more but I'm too afraid he'll notice that someone has moved his things and that he'll know it's me. At the moment I'm often fantasising about me walking in on him masterbating to porn (or vice-versa) and me offering him a helping hand which he cautiously accepts. If only, hey?