I used to have an uncontrollable urge to go out on Sunday mornings after a mild Saturday Summer's night to look for and pick up used rubber johnnies, particularly in an area that was well known for outdoor sexual activity. Of course not every single one had been used within the few hours previously and if there was any jizz in it it had sometimes turned to the sort of brown watery-substance we are all familiar with. But there were certainly those containing fresh spunk, still milky-white, and when I found one of these I'd there and then hold it up over my open mouth and tip the contents onto my tongue and feel it sliding down my throat. It was exciting seeing the thick gooey cum slipping down the length of the johnny - I'd get hard in anticipation of the great moment of satisfaction when I felt a stranger's jizz plopping out onto my tongue.
It was obvious by the smell of the johnny when the guy had fucked a woman, which was usually the case, but I didn't let that stop me - after all, spunk is spunk!
When I'd finished my search I'd stick the rubbers in my back pocket, take them home, and, after sometimes turning them inside out to lick the insides to make sure no cum was wasted, I'd then wash them and put them with the others in my colourful collection. Some would disintegrate in the process of cleaning but all in the above photo are still good and now and again when I'm feeling randy I carefully try to fit one over the head of my own stiff todger and toss myself off knowing that mine was in the same place that a stranger's once also was.
Nowadays if I see a discarded used rubber johnny outside somewhere I still pick it up but I don't go on a special safari for them any more.
It was obvious by the smell of the johnny when the guy had fucked a woman, which was usually the case, but I didn't let that stop me - after all, spunk is spunk!
When I'd finished my search I'd stick the rubbers in my back pocket, take them home, and, after sometimes turning them inside out to lick the insides to make sure no cum was wasted, I'd then wash them and put them with the others in my colourful collection. Some would disintegrate in the process of cleaning but all in the above photo are still good and now and again when I'm feeling randy I carefully try to fit one over the head of my own stiff todger and toss myself off knowing that mine was in the same place that a stranger's once also was.
Nowadays if I see a discarded used rubber johnny outside somewhere I still pick it up but I don't go on a special safari for them any more.
I used to do the same. It used to feel heavenly on knowing u r eating cum of an unknown stranger. used to admire the size, eat all the contents and finally turn it inside out and chew the condom to have all the possible seeds in it :P
ReplyDeleteIt's great to know you were doing the same thing, Anon. I don't think there are too many of us around. But you'll know how the horny excitement of the moment makes you take risks that you otherwise wouldn't, though I never had any ill effects. Like you, I hated thinking that just a single drop of spunk, even from a stranger, could go wasted. It's a precious commodity! Thanks for your comment.
ReplyDeleteThe antibodies that this diet stimulates in your body, must be proof against any plague or pandemic.
ReplyDeleteIt's what I want to think. I've never suffered from any serious after-effects. Maybe I've just been ultra-lucky? Who knows?
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