I'd be interested in hearing experiences from both men and women about experiencing other guys' semen, as when we find cumrags, crusty sweat socks, still-moist tissues, etc.This has always been a fascination and turn-on for me. The first one I found was my best friend's when we were 12. Being the only boy in my house, and growing up with parents who appeared scared of my sexuality, I assumed what I did in the privacy of my room was unusual and not to be condoned. Finding my friend's crusty Kleenex tucked between his mattress and the wall was liberating, and fascinating. Actually, I took it -- and used it during my own masturbation for a couple years.With that, I began my quest to find a moist Kleenex. Looking back, what I wanted was evidence that others masturbated but also an experience comparing and contrasting my semen with my friends'. I was always fascinated with my best friend in junior high, because he had a big dick and I really wondered what his cum was like. Sadly, despite trying, I never found his cumrag. I had drinks with him a couple months ago and still thought about those regrets. 😃In high school, my best friend was a cute blond guy on the track team who had to be bi-curious based on the way we traded glances at each other in the showers after gym. I was in his room a few times, but damnit ... no cumrag. I would've loved to smell his wet semen, to experience what came out of that beautiful penis of his. I used to fantasize about giving sports physicals to him, and some of the characters in the stories are written based on him.In college, I had a very hot roommate whom I used to watch masturbate. I've written about those hot experiences elsewhere, but I never found his wet cum. Total bummer.I finally got my chance during the summer after my freshman year. I was in an employment situation where we were required to stay overnight from time to time. The boss' family was there, and it included a guy who was a few years younger than I was. He was thin, athletic, and blond and had a cute smile. I had seen him shirtless and on one occasion stole a glance at his penis when we were changing. It was average-sized but nicely proportioned. I used to fantasize about giving him physicals, too.One afternoon, he said he was not feeling well and needed to go to the residence to lie down. I had my doubts about his motives. After about 20 minutes, I found my way to the residence. Yes, he was resting in a bedroom with an open door. There was a bathroom across the hall and I went in. I looked in the trash can and there was a Dixie cup wadded up. I opened up the cup and found a Kleenex inside. My hands were shaking as I pulled it out. It was moist. Very moist.I put it to my nose. DAMN! It had the unmistakable scent of what I was used to. It was very fresh and probably had been ejaculated into the Kleenex just minutes earlier. His smelled just like mine. I have never been into eating my cum, so I am not sure whether I tasted it, but the smell was amazing and obviously I locked the door and masturbated with his semen-soaked Kleenex that he had tried to conceal. On the way out, I looked at him on the bed, still resting, and thought about I had come to know his secret. So hot.Back in college, I lived in a residence with five other guys for a year, two of whom were a year younger. I was not really attracted to them, but one of them was a frequent masturbator and I used his wet cumrags from time to time.I did not have another opportunity to smell a cumrag until I was 22 and a year out of college. My friend from his school -- the blond on the track team -- was getting married (him? really?) and having a bachelor party. I had to show up late, and by that time the guys were pretty drunk and watching porn. I was stone cold sober, so the whole experience was rather off-putting. But ... I did go in the bathroom and find two wet cumrags in the trash. I could not know whether one of them was from my soon-to-be-married blond friend, but I hope so.However ... that night I found myself sleeping on the floor in his room. He had roommates but each had his own room. I had had only a couple drinks, and the rest of them were pretty much passed out. So I had plenty of opportunity to rummage through his trash. He kept it in a fairly large box next to his bed. There were probably a dozen very crusty cumrags in there. So hot. All were dry, but still ... it was amazing to find evidence of my sexy friend's masturbation after trying to find it in high school. I still wonder whether he ever masturbated while thinking of me in the shower. I certainly thought about him!In my mid-20s, I shared an apartment with another cute blond guy. We had different work schedules so I used to look in his room for evidence. He had a habit of cumming on a pillow case, which was interesting. If I found it when it was still fresh, and if he was gone, it provided some good masturbation material.But nothing tops that first time I found the wet cumrag.Your stories? Women included and in particular?