Dirty Buddies | Meet Stu: I found my friends' cum rags

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I was always interested in sex. By the time I was 18, I was a major hornball all the time. I'm talking about jerking off in the school’s locker room… outside… in the shower…. I fucked everything that could be possibly fucked inside the house. All my socks were filled and in a pile under my bed.

I went to summer camp every year, and I figured I'd go one last time before college. I've become good friends with those buddies and it would be a shame to miss the final year. 

Being all 18 now, all my friends were looking different. Everyone got hairier and most of us put on some muscle mass. 

And I knew everyone was just as much of a horny fucker as I was.

I knew because we had 4 guys per cabin, and the faint smell of jizz was always in the air. I'm a light sleeper as it is, so any squeaking from the bed would wake me up. I've caught every one of them jerking off when they thought they had some privacy. Some of them liked to do it in the morning and some of them at night. I was a “both” and more kind of guy, so I jerked off silently while listening to their beds squeak rhythmically. 

Another fun thing about a bunch of horny young guys is that we make a lot of fucking cum. I'm not the hugest shooter but 4-5 loads a day can add up to quite a bit. All that juice has to go somewhere. I didn't have a problem with eating mine. It was easy, I liked the taste, and it left no evidence. 

That was a special interest in mine, because I knew most guys didn't want to eat their own cum. So where was it all going? I was sleeping on the top bunk so it gave me a great vantage point to see exactly what was happening. 

Tom and Freddie lift up their shirts and cum on their stomachs, then use a piece of clothing off the floor to wipe up. Cody is on the bottom bunk across from me, and he does something strange. He picks up a shirt and holds it over his crotch to cum directly into it. 

The question was: why? 

One day when the guys went out swimming, I decided to investigate in the cabin. We did have one laundry machine in the main building but we barely used it. That meant that the cum rags were just hanging out in our cabin collecting new loads for weeks. I looked at Tom and Freddie’s first. They both used tattered underwear and they were hella stained. I decided to put Tom’s on because it was black and I liked the white patterns on it. 

Knowing his dried and caked sperm was touching my skin is exactly the type of dirty shit I like. I got hard inside his old briefs and rubbed myself while looking in Cody’s bed for the infamous shirt. I thought about how my precum would soak into the stains, making Tom’s cum liquid once again. 

Where is that shirt?

I flipped through his sheets looking for it. With no luck, I decided to use my nose instead. I started sniffing his pillow, moving downwards, breathing in a mix of his sweet, fabric softener and him. The smell of his cum is definitely around.

I just have to follow the scent trail.

I rub myself as I imagine digging my nose into Cody’s ass. I could almost smell it by sniffing his sheets. I can almost smell how musky it would be after a night's sleep. 

Where is that shirt? 

There! 

I sniff like a hound dog, catching a whiff of the signature odour and latching on to it. 

Yes! 

I pull out a dark blue shirt jammed in the crack between the wall and his bed. Fucking dog thought he was being slick by hiding it like that. 

I waved out the shirt proudly, ready to see the fruits of my labour. 

“Holy shit,” I say to myself as I scan the shirt. It is absolutely covered in white stains. I'm talking layers and layers of it. I could see how each splatter added onto each other, making the shirt the texture of sandpaper. 

Of course, I had to smell it. 

“Oh, what the fuck?” I mutter to myself as I inhale his potent smell. If you love cum, this is like a buffet teaser. That faint scent of cum always in the room I mentioned earlier? I can confirm that it's coming from Cody’s t-shirt. 

I take off my shirt and put Cody’s shirt on, feeling the crunchiness of the fabric against me. 

Fuck yeah. 

I put a sweater over top, and then put on some sweatpants. 

I'm wearing two guy’s cum rags. 

The guys came back from swimming in the lake and we sat by the campfire together. I felt like I'm the only one that could smell the old cum emanating from me amongst the firewood scent, but also felt like Cody gave me a couple weird looks every time he came close to me. If he did notice, he didn't say anything. 

Later that night, I laid in the dirty clothes on my bed and waited for Freddie and Tom to start snoring. That's when Cody's bed always starts squeaking. I even kept my eyes open so they would adjust to the low light. 

Squeak…

There it is.

I carefully roll over and peer over the edge. Just as expected, Cody beats himself off like he does every night. I wish I could make out more of his cock, but it's too dark to see details like that. 

I'd love to see those balls that produce that much cum. 

I squint to try to get a better look to no avail, and settle on just watching his body tense up with his fist pumping. I have always loved to see the pressure build up in men before it all comes pouring out. The internet signal is shit out here so Cody is using his imagination like the rest of us. 

Even in the dark, I could see he's getting close. There is a typical way his legs spread and tightened up that gives it away. I watch Cody reach with his free hand to find his cum shirt. 

The shirt I'm still wearing. I sniff it to get my rush of exhilaration. 

He feels around in the dark and I can see the confusion register in his body. He even lifts his head to look while beating his meat. Eventually, he gives up and puts his head back down. 

Squeak!

Squeak!

“Fuck…” I whisper to myself as I watch his cock spray liquid. I can’t see colour in the dark, but I can see the movement of his sperm flying up haphazardly, influenced by the movements of his hand and landing on his shirt. 

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2

3

His hand slows down and holds the bottom of his shaft down with each spurt

4

5

6

The shots were endless.

I put my nose inside the cum shirt I'm wearing and breathe in so I can imagine what his fresh cum might smell like. He shoots at least 3 ropes before I can’t make out any more movement in the dark. 

His shirt must be soaked. 

Cody sits up slowly in the bed 

Squeak!

Taking off his shirt, he bundles it up and shoves it in the crack between the bed and the wall. 

And another cum rag is created.