r/gaycruisingfans

Sono in provincia di Bari
Puglia .
Non so se sia una cosa normale ma mi piacerebbe assecondare questo mio desiderio

First time writing, I would really appreciate your patience and feedback.

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I never thought I’d do something like this.

I’m 24, Indian, fair, slim, the kind of guy people call cute. Twinkish. Closeted, still figuring things out. This whole thing happened at a family function at my best friend’s place. Four days straight, all about music, food, relatives and party until three in the morning. Very normal for us. I’d come a few days early to help organise everything, put people in rooms, make sure no one was left standing around looking lost.

The couple arrived late on the first evening. M 42 and F 45. Both good-looking, both in shape. The husband was the one who stopped me. 5’11, approx 85kg, broad chest, thick veins running down his arms, a soft bit of dad bod that somehow made him look even better. Confident. The kind of man who looked like he knew exactly what he was doing with his cock. My friend gave them his own room so they could rest after the long drive. The wife came out after a while and joined the other women. He stayed behind to nap.

They ended up keeping that room for the rest of the function. My friend moved in with me.

Day two. Someone complained about bad back pain. I remembered the cream my friend had bought in Thailand that actually worked. I asked him where it was. He said bedside drawer in his room.

I went upstairs, knocked, waited. No answer. Pushed the door open hoping I’d catch him still in bed. Empty. Just their open suitcase on the floor. One side neat with folded clothes. The other side a mess of worn things. Two pairs of his underwear sitting right on top.

I don’t know what happened to me. I’d never had thoughts like this before. Not really. But my eyes locked on them and wouldn’t move. Soft-looking. Used. I told myself to just find the cream and leave. My hands were already shaking.

I moved to the chest of drawers next to the suitcase so I wouldn’t be completely visible if someone walked in. Heart hammering. Mouth dry. I reached out and picked them up.

They were soft. Still warm from being packed, or maybe that was just me. The smell hit me the second I brought them closer. Manly. Musk and sweat and something deeper. My brain just… switched off. I pressed the fabric to my face and breathed in hard. One pair was milder, yesterday’s. The other was heavier, ripe. I turned that one inside out. The front was stained. Thick white marks dried into the cotton. Cum.

I stared at it for a second, actually surprised. He had a hot wife and still jerked off alone in this room the first night. Something about that fact went straight through me. I didn’t think. My tongue came out and I licked the stain. Salty. Faint, but real. The taste sat on my tongue and my whole body went hot and stupid. I forgot where I was. Forgot the door, the window, the people downstairs. All I could think was I needed this. I needed to keep smelling it, keep tasting it, keep it.

My mind started racing through options. Stuff it under my shirt. Walk out. Put it in my bag in my room, or better, in the car where no one would look. My hands were still shaking when I folded the stained pair small and tucked it against my skin.

I found the cream after that. Walked out of the room like nothing had happened. The underwear sat warm against my stomach the whole way downstairs.

I still don’t know how I kept my face normal.

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To be continued…..
PS: Feel free to share your own experiences. I will be happy to write more and further if people are interested.