Cum Out, Cum Out, Wherever You Are

When I was growing up in the 1990’s and early 2000’s, I didn’t have many friends. I was the outcast at school for a plethora of reasons. One of them being that I wrote stories. Stories of a hero named Alexander (fittingly named after myself) who in each episode, would fight the forces of evil trying to take over his city. The end of each storyline was the same, Alexander the Great would raise up his sword to the air and look out over the mighty kingdom for which he protected.

Now, writing stories isn’t going to make you an outcast in and of itself. When your stories star your classmates as the villains trying to take over the city, well now that might get some of them upset with you.

To be fair to my younger self; though, I only wrote the truth. If a bully in school called me a name, they would find their way onto my blank pages one day soon saying the same thing to my character. But I never put someone in my stories whom didn’t deserve to be there. Even if the character was good. For instance, one time my friend Julie saw that others pushed me down in the hallway and she helped me collect my books and get back up on my feet. She had a leading role in my next story as a hero who saved Alexander in his time of need.

But again, even starring your bullies in your short stories won’t make you an outcast. Reciting those stories in front of your whole school assembly with all the parents of every student gathered around, well now that makes you an outcast really quick.

I tried making friends but shortly after a few school assemblies, others became understandably afraid they would lead in my next story. I always told people that if they didn’t want a leading role, they shouldn’t do bad things. But I guess middle school kids don’t know how to not do bad things.

Looking back, even I did bad things back then. I never picked on anyone or tripped someone in the halls but I did bad things. And that’s what brings us to today’s story.

It was the middle of summer and I was at my friend Julie’s birthday party. I forget how old she was turning but seeing how many friends I had at the time, my parents forced me to go, hoping I would make a couple more. We swam in her parent’s pool for a little while, ate some pizza, and played a couple stupid kid games I honestly cannot remember now. Sorry, I have the memory of a goldfish sometimes.

All I can remember from that day is playing this game called Hide and Seek. Julie’s parents were on her back patio and the fifteen or so kids, including myself, all went hiding. We hid anywhere and everywhere we could around her four-story house and backyard. What can I say? Her parents did well for themselves.

After a few rounds playing, Julie’s parents told her we could play one more round before we cut the cake and opened her presents. And I knew exactly where I was going to hide.

You see, Julie had an older brother who was a Freshman in high school at the time. He played American football, wrestling, and a few other sports I could care less about. I remember back then a few of us were dragged to the wrestling matches since my brother and Julie’s brother were both on the same team. Julie and I sat in the stands next to our parents who screamed their heads off the entire time. But we just played card games on the bleachers and would make jokes of the parents who got way too involved.

I don’t think Julie ever knew but I remember going to a match and actually paying attention to Julie’s brother for one of his matches. It was a match which he was competing for the championship trophy. He looked amazing in his tight spandex, which wrapped his package perfectly. Even from twenty feet away, you could see the outline of his tip and shaft. As they wrestled, I remember staring at Julie’s brother and the other wrestler as they grabbed each other from every angle. And soon enough, I started to get excited.

It was February so I grabbed my jacket off of the seat next to me, placed it on top of my crotch area and I quickly asked my parents if I could use the men’s room.

“Sure honey. Go right ahead.” my father replied.

“Can Julie and I get some snacks too?” I said.

“Sure.” He replied as he handed me a few dollars.

Julie and I walked to the concession stand as I held my jacket over my crotch area to hide my raging boner. I handed her every penny my father had handed me moments ago and I told her I was a little sick so I might be a minute. Being the awesome friend she was, she asked if I wanted anything but since I was supposedly “sick”, I declined. 

I remember going into the men’s room there in our school gymnasium and getting rid of my boner in the quickest and easiest way I knew how. I washed my hands thoroughly; afraid others would smell that distinct smell on my hands. I looked in the mirror to make sure my cheeks weren’t bright red and they were fine. So, I walked out, met Julie and we headed back to our seats.

Ever since that day, I knew I had a major crush on her brother. So, that day at her party when we were playing hide and seek, I knew right where I wanted to hide. I ran down the hall as Julie counted down to zero from 50. Her brother was home but he too was sitting out on the patio with the adults, too cool to be playing with the kids. I ran into his room and opened up his closet door.

It was like Disneyland to me. I was never there but I imagine seeing Disney for the first time and looking into this boy’s closet are at about the same excitement level for a kid. Hanging onto every clothes hanger was another pair of his pants, both long and short, and his shirts. Near the far right of his closet, he hung his uniforms for all the sports he played.

By the time I was done admiring and standing there in complete awe, Julie started counting down “10, 9, 8…”. I knew if I didn’t hide soon, she would come searching for me. So, I pushed myself in between the right-hand side wall and his uniforms. I stood there in his closet waiting as Julie made her way to “3, 2, 1”.

By the time Julie started to yell “Ready or not, here I come”, I couldn’t help myself from taking deep breaths and pressing my nose across his spandex wrestling uniform. It smelled amazing.

Luckily, Julie took a very long time to find me because his smell was like a drug to me. Once I had a puff of his wrestling outfit, I wanted to smell all his clothes in his closet. And as I made my way through the closet, I noticed myself getting hard once again for this boy.

The doors to her brother’s closet had slats from floor to ceiling so if you were tall enough, you could see down and out but others couldn’t see in. The best part was, they were slats so I quickly took off one of my shoelaces and wrapped it around the bottom-center slats of the Bi-fold doors. That way no one could open it from the outside.

I quickly took off my sock, wrapped it around my hard cock, and plowed my head into his clothes once again before taking long, deep breaths. I started massaging myself as quickly as I could. Soon enough, with one last puff of his odor, I started shooting my load into my sock.

It was likely the biggest load I ever shot up until that point in my life but I had to get back to the party. So, I slid the wet sock back on my foot, untied the door, put my lace back on my shoe, and calmly stood back up waiting for Julie to come and find me. She was never the brightest girl which was for the best. I mean, can you imagine if she was smart enough to find me early on in my endeavor…jeez.

But eventually, she came in the room and opened up the door to find me standing there. I calmly walked out and down the hall back towards the patio with her. With every step I took, I felt my own cum squeezing its way through my toes. Now, I know at this point in the story I’m supposed to say that it was gross as anything ever before but I’m not going to lie, it felt fucking amazing. Honestly, had I not just shot all my jizz moments ago, I would have gotten hard again just from that feeling.

After singing her the birthday song, cake, and opening presents, I decided that I wasn’t going to let that amazing feeling end. So, I put my plan into action.

You see, everyone just wore their swim trunks and bathing suits over to her house, knowing we would go swimming before dinner. Our parents still had this rule that we shouldn’t go swimming right after a meal. Anyway, by the time we ate dinner on her patio and we played a few outside games, our swim trunks were dry enough that we could go in her house and play hide and seek.

But after cake and presents, a few of us who were closer friends and staying later than the others, decided to hop back in the pool for a little bit before our parents came to pick us up. I remember going off to the side of her patio and turning away from everyone else as I took off my socks so no one would see the cum between my toes. Then I jumped into the pool pretty fast and the water washed the rest of the cum off of my toes.

Soon enough, it was nine-o’clock and my parents came knocking at Julie’s side gate. Her parents and mine exchanged their pleasantries and called out to me to get ready to go home.

I hopped out of the pool with Julie right behind me. I walked over to Julie’s parents and asked if I could change into my shorts before I hopped in the car, soaking wet. We only lived 10 or so minutes away from her house so I could have very easily wrapped my towel around my waist and the car would have been fine; however, I wasn’t really giving much thought to my parent’s car at the moment.

Luckily, my parents and her parents both understood and sent me on my way down the hall with my backpack which I brought with me to the party. It was filled with a change of clothes, a towel, and a bag full of over-the-counter medicine in case I would need it. Honestly, sometimes I think my parents thought they were sending me to some third world country for how much they packed for me.

I raced down the hall once more and ran into her washroom, quickly dried off a majority of my body and frantically changed into my shorts. As soon as I had my normal clothes on, I swung my backpack, still half-opened, over my shoulder. I poked my head out the door to see if anyone was around. I knew if I was caught, I would be killed.

No one was there. So, I pulled open the washroom door and raced two doors further down the hall into her brother’s bedroom. I closed the door behind me and I quickly spotted his hamper, full of dirty laundry. I frantically ran over to the bin, took one deep puff of the wonderful odor and searched through it to find one of his dirty t-shirts. It didn’t have any stains on it so it looked like he just got sweaty in it and threw it in the hamper.

I stuffed it into my backpack but then thought to myself, one isn’t enough for my obsession. After all, who knows when the next time was that I would be presented with the opportunity to steal his dirty clothes? So, I searched for a pair of his boxers. To my surprise, he was a briefs man and written inside the seam were his initials, “L.D.” I stuffed them in my bag near the bottom and calmly walked out of his room and back down the hall. As it turns out, no one was left inside her entire house. Everyone was outside still.

I went back out to her patio and walked over to mine and Julie’s parents gabbing on about how well their sons did last month in the tournament. You know, the tournament that I got a boner at. I gave Julie a gentle hug and wished her a happy birthday once again before hopping in the car and going home.

On the car ride home, I remember my parents made a big deal from the fact that I gave Julie a hug. I told them we were just friends and that I had a crush on someone else at the party that day. When they started going through the list of names whom they knew were at the party, I denied every one of them – mostly because they only mentioned the girls at the party. Eventually, I told them who it was but that wasn’t until years later, after I asked them if the same boy, who became my first boyfriend, could stay for breakfast. But I’m getting ahead of myself. 

As soon as I got home, I raced up to my bedroom before my parents could steal my backpack to put my swimming trunks in the washer. I took my two stolen articles and shoved them between my bed mattress and the box spring. In my family, we each had to clean our own rooms which meant once a month, we had to wash our own sheets.

And that was likely for the best since my brother and I slept in the same room and often jerked off while watching porn together. Most of the time we cared where our juices ended up but, on the night before we had to wash our sheets, we frankly didn’t give a damn. Anyway, I knew my secret stash would be safe there, away from my parents prying eyes.

As the weeks past, I grew more and more in desperate need to smell his shirt again. And it was driving me crazy. Every time I jerked off, my older brother was right there next to me touching himself. But eventually, one day several weeks after the party, I was half-way through my wanking session when I decided that I didn’t care anymore. I needed to smell him again.

I jumped down off my bed and my brother looked over as I reached my hand under my mattress and grabbed the T-shirt. I shoved it up to my nose and started taking long, deep breaths as I stroked myself harder and faster with my other hand. Before long, I felt myself getting close. I threw the shirt down near the bottom of my bed that way it wouldn’t get any jizz on it and would need to be washed, taking away it’s wonderful odor. I quickly laid flat on my back and thought about Julie’s brother riding on top of me.

I started shooting my load all over my chest. Yet again, his smell brought me a bigger load than normal. I opened my eyes and watched my brother as he gazed upon the picture of the naked girl we had opened on our shared laptop which was over on the desk in our room.

Needless to say, we both needed cleaning up. So, my brother hopped out of bed and grabbed the tissues which were across the room. We always thought if we put the tissue box next to our beds on the nightstand, our parents would know we sometimes jerked off. I mean, we were teenage boys so they likely knew anyway. But somehow, we thought they wouldn’t if only we kept the box over on the other side of the room.

He grabbed the tissue box and we wiped ourselves off. We both walked across the room to get our shirts and shorts which we had stripped and left on our coat hanger next to the desk. I had my shirt half way back on when my brother decided to ask me what was with the shirt halfway through our session.

“Oh, nothing” I replied.

“Where did you get it from?” he asked as he started holding it up to take a look at it.

“I can’t remember. It just smells good and makes me cum harder.”

“It smells like a gym and I recognize this shirt from somewhere. Did mom and dad get this for you?”

“I think so. Like I said, I can’t remember.”

“What size shirt are you?”

Without thinking, I replied “small”.

“This is a large…. Oh my god. You stole this didn’t you?”

“No!”

“I remember where I’ve seen this shirt before. Luke has one just like it. You know, if you wanted a shirt like this, I could’ve bought it for you.”

“Yeah, well, there’s no shirt in the world as perfect as that one.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, promise you won’t be mad at me?”

“Of course not little bro.”

“That wasn’t the only thing I stole.”

“What else?”

I reached my hand under my mattress and pulled out Luke’s underwear and held it up to show my brother.

“Why would you steal underwear? You have plenty.”

“Well, these aren’t just any underwear. These are from someone special.” I said as I opened up the seam and showed him the initials.

“Holy shit!” he yelled but quickly quieted his voice to a whisper and sat down on the bed, pulling me down by the arm to sit next to him. “These are Luke’s?”

“Yeah. Are you mad?”

“You have a crush on my best friend?”

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

“Wait, how did you get these?”

“Well, we were playing hide and seek at Julie’s party and I snuck into his closet. Then after I jacked off smelling his clean clothes, I decided I needed a souvenir from his dirty pile.”

“You jacked off in his closet? Wow, you’re bold.”

“Are we cool?”

“Yeah little man, just keep it to yourself, ok? I mean you can smell these whenever you want when I’m around but try not to get hard whenever Luke’s over here.”

A few years went by and the stolen articles started losing their fragrance. So, I started putting them in the wash with my own and started wearing the underwear around as if they were always my own. I only wore the shirt around the house when I knew Luke wouldn’t be over to visit.

But eventually, my dirty secret caught up with me. I got detention and was forced to stay an hour later than my brother, who had Luke coming over to visit that same night. I honestly forgot I left the stolen shirt laid out on my bed next to my pajama bottoms. I wore it every night when I went to sleep, secretly dreaming someday Luke would be holding me in his arms as we drifted off together.

By the time I got home, Luke and my brother were already playing video games on the television in our room. I walked into our bedroom like it was any other day. Luke hadn’t noticed the shirt on my bed and I honestly forgot it was his. I had it so long now, it didn’t even cross my mind.

A few hours later and I was getting tired. We had dinner together with Luke and my brother and they went back their riveting game after our stomachs were full. I decided to get in my pajamas and try to fall asleep, even though my brother and his friend weren’t going to be quite to let me get some sleep. I grabbed my pajamas and went into our washroom to change.

After I came back out and started walking over to my bed, Luke suddenly started talking to me.

“Hey, nice shirt. I used to have one just like that. Don’t know what ever happened to it.”

My brother immediately started trying to get Luke’s head back in the game.

“That looks a little big on you though. Don’t you want a size smaller?”

“Maybe. I’m really tired, can I just try to get some sleep?”

“Sure.” He replied as he concentrated back on the game.

It wasn’t long before my brother and Luke were tired as well. After all, the turkey my mother made was really good.

After that night when my brother found out I had a crush on his best friend, whenever Luke slept over our house, they slept downstairs in the basement on the two couches we had down there. My brother never told Luke the real reason why the sudden change but he made up some excuse to Luke that my parents who were right down the hall, could hear them talking and laughing for hours even after they went to bed. So, if they went down the basement, my parents could actually get some sleep.

Luke and my brother went down the basement as they always did. A few hours went by and I was sound asleep in my bed when Luke came into my room, closed the door behind him, and shook me to wake me up.

“Hey Alex, wake up.” he whispered to me.

I opened my eyes to see him. It was a scene out of every dream I’ve ever had about Luke. “What’s up?” I asked as I scratched my eyes.

“That’s my shirt, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“It took me a little to figure it out but I remember it went missing like 2 or 3 years ago, right about the time my sister had her birthday party at our house.”

“Are you mad?”

“No. I just had to know. Funny thing is, I remember losing a pair of underwear around the same time too.”

I quickly sat up, pulled up my shirt enough to reveal my waistline, and folded the seam of my pajamas and underwear enough so I could show him inside.

“L. D. – Son of a bitch, it was all you. So, I take it you smell these every time you jack off, right?”

“Maybe” I replied as I gave him a little smile.

“Did you ever want the real thing with me?”

“Of course.”

“Well, your brother’s asleep downstairs and your parents are right down the hall so we can’t do everything we want to tonight. But ever since I saw you in my shirt, I’ve been feeling really horny so I was wondering if you’d be up for jerking each other?”

“I’m already hard.”

He laid down next to me in bed. He was two years older than I was, much stronger from playing sports, and a little taller. He leaned over and in for a kiss and I wasn’t about to deny him what I’ve dreamed about for years. That first kiss felt like a million fireworks going off in my mind. But let’s face it, we’re not here to talk about that amazing kiss. All you want to know about is how his dick felt in my hand. Well, if I’m not spoiling the ending for you, it never was in my hand.

At first, he started to grope me from the outside of his old underwear. As we kissed, he slowly reached his hand under the fabric and started tugging on my dick. We began swapping tongues and he began stroking faster and faster. That was until I told him, “Don’t stop”, an order which he followed quite well. That night I came all over the inside of his old underwear and my cum was now covering his hand. He continued to pull his hand out of my pants and wiped my cum all over my chest.

In that moment, I didn’t even have one second thought. I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was his dick inside my mouth. After he wiped my cum all over my chest, we shared another long kiss before I started repositioning myself so my head was right next to his crotch area.

“Alex,” he whispered to me “what if you’re parents hear us?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow enough they won’t hear.”

I wasn’t lying. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and went as slowly as I could. His dick tasted so much better than I imagined it would from smelling his dirty underwear all those years. I spent a good twenty minutes just working my way up and down his shaft, occasionally stopping to suck on his sack for a little while and getting back at the task at hand on his stick. But I didn’t mind blowing him for that long. Honestly, I wanted it to last all day and all night. I loved having his shaft in my mouth. It felt so empowering.

I felt like Alexander in one of my stories. I had finally concord my toughest opponent and now I was claiming my prize.

He mostly spent his time with his mouth wide open looking up at the ceiling and tugging on the hair on the back of my head. But after the long wait, he finally whispered down to me, “Get ready.”

With that, I locked my lips around his shaft so no juices would escape my mouth. He started shooting his load in the back of my mouth and each shot felt so warm, warmer than I ever imagined it would. I remember taking a few seconds after he finished shooting his load to taste everything that was in my mouth. I circled my tongue around his tip and swished his cum around to taste every drop.

I slowly backed off of him, closed my lips and took one big gulp.

“That felt amazing.” He said. “I feel like I didn’t do enough for you now though.”

“Don’t worry. You can make it up to me next time.”

“Ok. Maybe one day when your parents are out of the house, you can text me and I’ll come over.”

“Sound wonderful. Hey, I know you have to go back downstairs and stuff but do you mind, just for a moment doing something I’ve always wanted you to do?”

“Well, after what you just did, I think I owe you that much. What is it?”

“Do you mind holding me as I fall asleep? That’s why I always wear your shirt to bed, to imagine you next to me.”

“Alright, lay down.”

I laid down next to him with my back to his chest. I could see my bedroom door in front of me.

“Hey Alex.” he whispered again.

“Hmm?”

“Why wear the shirt when you can feel the real thing tonight? Take it off.”

I quickly sat myself up enough to take off my shirt and he did the same. I couldn’t help but look over. He had a perfect six pack. It looked like a xylophone on his chest. He laid back down on my bed and before I did the same, I just needed to feel it. I softly rested my hand near his belly button and moved it up his chest to feel every inch. It sent me into a tailspin in my mind. I just had to kiss him on the lips one last time before going to sleep.

With that, I laid back down and he pushed his chest against my back. He felt very warm and smooth as silk. He wrapped his strong arm around me and rested his hand on my bare chest. I could feel every breath he was taking for his nose was right up against the back of my head.

“Goodnight Luke” I softly whispered to him.

“Goodnight Alex.” He replied in a soft tone.

Hours later, I woke up and was surprised to feel him still holding me in his arms and I could still feel his chest, flat up against my back. I wasn’t against having him still there, I was just surprised. I decided not to get up and wake him so I just enjoyed every moment I could having him hold me.

What felt like hours later, wonderful hours I might add, I heard my parents out in the hall. Not sure of what to do, I left Luke sleep. I hoped that maybe if we were quite enough, they would pass my room as they always did and go downstairs.

Suddenly my door opened and left in the light from the hallway. There stood my mother and my father, right behind her. “Alex, breakf….” she said in her soft voice as she quickly realized I had an arm wrapped around me and realized who’s arm it was. My bed sheets were only covering the bottom half of our chests so my parents could clearly see we were both shirtless.

I quickly motioned her with my one free hand to shew away as I mouthed the words to her “Not now.”

A few minutes later and Luke woke up. I could feel his arm start to move and then, as he realized he fell asleep while holding me, he jumped up and out of bed to start putting on his shirt.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” he cried out as he started making his way to my door.

I quickly ran and got in front of him, blocking his exit.

“Alex, I have to get downstairs before your parents find out. Or worse, what if your brother finds out?”

“Luke. They already know. They walked in on us while you were still asleep.”

“What?”

“Listen, calm down. First off, my brother already knows I love you. That’s why you started sleeping in the basement when you spent the night, so I wouldn’t get a hard-on watching you sleep. Secondly...”

“Wait, what?”

“My brother knows.”

“No, you said ‘I love you’”

“Yeah, well, I do.”

“Well if that’s the case then I really don’t see any harm in saying it back”

“I’m listening.”

“I love you too Alex.”

I just smiled at him as wide as I could smile before giving him a long kiss.

“Listen, if everyone knows we slept together, I can’t go down there as your brother’s best friend who slept with his younger brother.”

“What do you want to go down there as then?”

“Boyfriends”

In that moment, I was so happy, I just started to cry.

“Is that too much, too soon?”

“No, I’ve just waited so long to hear you say that.”

After I got my shirt back on and changed my underwear from the dirty, cum-filled ones I slept in, we went downstairs holding hands. We entered the dining room where, by that time, my parents had a nice cooked breakfast waiting for all of us. My brother and my parents were already sitting down, eating. We stood there in the archway to the dining room holding hands.

“Hey guys. I know I should’ve told you guys this before but I was really afraid you wouldn’t let Luke come over anymore if you knew I loved him.”

“As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. Luke can come over any time he wants” my father explained.

“Does this mean we’re going to hang out less?” my brother chimed in.

“Well, my boyfriend’s going to take top priority on my schedule now” Luke replied as we sat down and started dishing out our plates.

“So, I take it you know about the shirt?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, how did you know?” Luke asked.

“I remember you wore that thing all the time, then suddenly Alex was wearing an identical shirt around the house. It’s not rocket science.”