It wasn’t a pee-stain either; no argument about it, it was the remains of a cum-stain! So here I was, standing in the locked cubicle, leaking pre-cu... like mad into my own damp Speedos, now barely containing my painfully trapped and engorged tool, and in my hands I had a pair of someone else’s cum-stained swim-shorts!I began wondering if he had actually aroused himself and cum while he was in the pool wearing them. Maybe he masturbated in the very cubicle I was now standing in and then left. They are really nice and they just like to run. They asked me to run with them is all," said Cale. They, again why the plural and why was Cale so nervous? He had only seen him act like this around... girls. Douglas smiled as the thought came to him. "So what is her name?" he asked with a toothy grin.Cale's voice went up a few notes and his eyes bulged in shock. How could his father always read him so well? "Um, um, Trixie," he replied dumbly unable to think up a lie.Douglas let out a bellowing. She wound a wide, white towel tightly around herself and moved through to her living room, leaving glassy footprints behind her on the dark wood floor. The letting agency had described the apartment as ‘cosy’. Lydia would have described it as claustrophobic. She found it funny how two people could view the same space so differently, depending on perspective or, of course, motive. Lydia felt like she was a space. Lydia’s parents would have described her as ‘responsible’. Her employer at the. .too happy." He squirmed. The inside of the cab felt sticky; he suddenly didn't want to touch the material of the upholstery. "I've always been a one-woman kind of guy. Except for one incident in college—which I deeply regret—I've never been the type to fuck around." Has that changed?" No." James sat up a little straighter. "God no." He threaded his tie through his knotted fingers. "But I have been thinking about it. The temptation is there." Oldest story in the book." It's been on my mind so.