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.
