CELLOPHANE

NSFW / Personal account. Owned 🐾

[drabavulsion]

I don't really like people following me on this account to begin with but even if you are I don't like fauxcest or rape stuff Please don't come near me

[drabavulsion]

They're sending me to hell

[stillsofsmut]

[barebackstation]

[sanctity-of-sin]

Do people still like watching guys cum in their boxers?

(Rbs are appreciated)

[snurfsnurf]

What a way to wake up 🥴

[littlemissboy]

[optimistically-pondering-deacti]

👀hide your eyes

[cum-filled-boxers]

ARCHIVE: A Hard Exam

The other day I had the most humiliating exam of my life. I hadn’t jerked off for a few days beforehand, but I didn’t think it would be a big deal, because I hadn’t popped a boner during a doctors appointment since high school. I was confident that I was fully in control of my cock, but clearly my cock is the one controlling me. The moment I had to strip down to my boxers, I started to tent them out. I tried desperately to breathe deeply and control myself, but I stiffened up to full mast in no time at all. When the doctor came in, I was sitting there awkwardly, my hands pressed into my lap to hide my arousal. I’m sure he knew what was going on, but he didn’t mention it - yet. He asked me to stand for an eye test, and I reluctantly complied. I hopped off the exam table hunched over with my hands clasped in my crotch, still vainly trying to hide my hard-on. “Stand up straight, please.” My doctor said. I sighed and did as he asked, moving my hands to my sides. My cock tented out my loose boxers at an obscene angle, pushing open the fly enough to reveal an inch or two of my shaft. Worse, all my running had gotten me even harder, and there was a shiny dollop of precum leaking through and dripping down my bulge. My doctor did the eye exam without saying anything about it, but when he got to the pelvic exam he voiced his concern. “Do you always have a problem with erections?” I was slightly stunned and extremely embarrassed. “What kind of problem? Like not getting it up?” “No, clearly you don’t have that kind of issue. I mean, do you feel as if you have a sensitivity problem?” I blushed. “Uh, maybe…” My doctor sat down at his desk and pulled a checklist out from a drawer. “I see. How many times a day do you achieve an erection? More than 20?” “Oh, yeah, probably.” I said. Even just the friction of my pants or a department store underwear catalog was enough to get me raging hard. “How many times do you ejaculate in a week?” I paused to count. “Maybe about 30.” “30?” My doctor asked, incredulous. “You ejaculate four times a day?” I avoided his gaze. “Yeah…I guess…” My erection showed no signs of subsiding. If anything, it had only gotten harder, and it throbbed with every beat of my heart. “Um, right, next is…have you ever had what you could consider a premature ejaculation, and if yes, how often.” “Pretty often.” I admitted. My doctor frowned. He stood up again and walked over to me. “I’m going to do a quick exam.” He said. “What kind of exam?” “I’m just going to check your penis for any physical deformity.” My cock lurched, and another drop of slick precum oozed out. “S-sure.” I stammered. He slipped on a nitrile glove and hooked his finger around the base of my penis like a ring. Then he squeezed a few times in succession. I grunted. “Does that hurt?” “It doesn’t quite hurt…” “Ah, I see…I’ll finish this up quickly then.” I was afraid to admit that I might finish before he did. He moved his hand progressively up my shaft, and I got closer and closer to orgasm each time. “Can you at least let me take my boxers off?” The material was getting really slippery and wet, which was only increasing my pleasure. “No need, I’m almost finished.” He gripped my cockhead in his hand and squeezed a few times. “Ah, hey, wait…fuck!” My cockhead was incredibly sensitive, and this attention sent me right over the edge of no return. I began to ejaculate heavily, right in front of my doctor. Thick white cum soaked through the front of my boxers as I shot jet after jet into them. My doctor had removed his hand and was watching in shock. I panted and grunted, unable to stop myself as I orgasmed hard, desperate for relief from my torturous erection. By the time I was done, my boxers were ruined and cum was dripping off them and onto the shiny tile floor. My doctor snapped out of his trance and handed me a single paper towel that did nothing to clean up the mess. “It seems like you’re considerably below average in sexual stamina.” He began after I had calmed myself down a bit and my erection had softened into a semi. “You meet all the diagnostic criteria for a severe premature ejaculator. In fact, you’re the worst case I’ve ever seen.” I was humiliated, thinking about how now “premature ejaculator” would be on my medical history forever for every doctor to snicker at. It was bad enough that my exes had told all of our friends. He recommended a numbing cream to try and train with so that I could learn to edge, and sent me on my way. Last night I tried to use the cream, but just trying to rub the cream onto my penis got me so overstimulated that I blew my load before I could even finish applying it all. Maybe I’m doomed to be a premature ejaculator for the rest of my life…

[cum-filled-boxers]

ARCHIVE: Rush Hour

I shouldn’t have gotten on the train at rush hour. but I was in a hurry to get home from the gym. There was barely room to stand, and I was pressed up against the people around me. A hot guy in tight gym shorts was standing with his back to me, reading something on his phone. I couldn’t help but check him out, which turned into me fantasizing about him and his body. Before I knew it, I was half-hard and getting harder. I was wearing a pair of old, worn-out sweats with no underwear beneath them, and the soft fleece lining only got me more excited. I tried desperately to will it away, but it was no use; I was at full mast in seconds, my cock throbbing hard in my tented-out sweats. I leaned back as far as I could, but whenever the train moved, my cockhead brushed against his ass ever so slightly. A bead of pre-cum was forming, staining the tip of my bulge a dark grey. I was sweating bullets now, hoping he wouldn’t notice. At the next station, the train came to a hard stop, and the guy stumbled backward into me. My cock was pressed hard into his ass, and my pants were stained anew with a massive drop of precum, some of which went right through the fabric and dripped onto his shorts. He looked over his shoulder quizzically, and upon seeing my throbbing, dripping bulge, he cracked a wicked grin. I was afraid he would report me, but he did something even worse: he leaned back again, deliberately grinding his ass against my cock. I bit back a moan as pleasure flooded through me. I couldn’t move away from him, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I hadn’t jerked off in days, and my cock was aching for release. Still, I didn’t want that release to happen in my sweatpants on a crowded train, so I tried to hold back, even as he slid against me, doing his best to make me lose my load. My stop was coming up next, and all I had to do was hold my cum back until then. This seemed simple, but I was worried- I was really horny, and really close. Just then, the guy pushed back against me and started grinding even harder, as if he sensed that I was about to get off (in more ways than one). That was it for me. I panted, face red, as I began to shoot several days’ worth of cum into my sweats, soaking them and turning them dark grey. I came so hard that my legs wobbled, but there was nowhere to even fall. The guy in front of me didn’t react at all, just kept playing on his phone until I was done. When my stop came, I had to get off the train with a stain on my pants that was too big to cover up with my hands, although I tried. It was a long, embarrassing walk back to my apartment…next time I get on the train, I wonder if he’ll be there again…

[cum-filled-boxers]

ARCHIVE: In Line

I decided to run out to the local convenience store late one night. I had already changed out of my work clothes into something more comfortable- an old pair of boxers. To go out, I knew I needed to put on a bit more than that, so I threw on a wife beater that I used to work out in and a pair of soft fleece sweatpants. My cock created a sizable bulge in the tight sweats, but I shrugged it off. I hopped on my bike, and right after I got out onto the path, my cock slipped out of the fly of my boxers. This wouldn’t have been a big deal normally, but I had skipped my morning jerk-off session because I was running late. Instead I had just stuffed my raging morning wood into my work pants, hoping it would go down (it did, but not until I was already out the door and almost to work). My cock was already pretty sensitive, but today it was even more so; as it rubbed against my thigh and the soft fleece every time I moved the pedals, it started to get hard. By the time I got to the store, I had boned up completely, my cock sticking out from my crotch at an obvious angle. Discretely, I tucked it into my waistband. The tight fabric outlined my heavy balls and thick shaft, and if you were looking you could see the blunt end of my fat cockhead under my wife beater, but I ended up walking in anyway. I grabbed what I wanted and got in line. Surprisingly, there were quite a few people lined up at this time of night. It looked like I would have to wait. My cock continued to throb, and I was starting to leak precum pretty heavily. Each heartbeat pushed more out, and it began to run down the shaft of my cock, pooling at the bottom of my boxers and coating my whole cock head, too. The part of my shirt that covered my cockhead was see-through now. I wanted to hurry up and get out, but the line barely moved. Every time it did, I had to take a step forward, and my cock would slide across my belly, coated with slick, gooey precum. I tried to clench my core and focus on something else, but my cock continued to throb hard in my sweats. My load kept building up more and more in my balls, heat enveloping the base of my hard, pulsating cock. It was almost like they were making too much cum- my cock ached, and I could feel my cum rising in my shaft. I looked down, and my hips tightened instinctively. I was so fucking close! I had to move up again, and that’s when it happened- my cock, sandwiched between my pre-cum drenched sweats and slick, pre-cum coated belly, slipped from where I had trapped it and pointed straight out, pitching a massive, dripping tent in my sweats that was impossible to hide. Having people see my boner always makes it worse. I had to take ANOTHER step forward, my dick poking straight out still, a new patch of precum forming at the tip of my bulge. I didn’t dare try to adjust myself- I was too afraid I would cum. The line next to me was forming, and every one of the people lined up was glancing- no, staring- at my tent, and not even bothering to pretend that they weren’t. Helplessly, I took another quick step forward to move up in line: left, right - fuck…! The head of my cock was pressed firmly against the fabric of my sweat, and the soft, slippery dragged right and then left right over the tip of my dick. Each slide sent a jolt of pleasure racing down my aching boner. My balls tensed, pulling up almost painfully at the base of my shaft. I hunched over, desperately trying to stem the source of the sensation, but it was no use- the very contact of my sweats on my swollen cock head was ramping up my arousal to an unbearable level. I couldn’t hold back any longer- the moment it was my turn at the register, my tortured, hair-trigger cock let loose one heavy spurt of thick, white cum after another, filling up my sweatpants with the massive load that I had been building up all day, soaking through the saturated fabric of my stained sweats. I grunted through one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had, aware of everyone’s eyes on me. Once my orgasm had subsided, I hurriedly checked out, not even making eye contact with the clerk, who couldn’t seem to believe his own eyes. I ran out and hopped on my bike, my cock still at full stiffness, and pedaled home as fast as I could. Cum dripped down my legs and cock as I pedaled, making my sweats even stickier. I shut the door to my apartment, and immediately started to rub my aching boner through it, not stopping until I had added a second load of cum to the mess. I was never able to wear those sweats again without blowing my load in them, no matter where I went…

[cum-filled-boxers]

ARCHIVE: A Good Match

I hadn’t had any time to jerk off recently- between work and exams, I never got back to my room until late at night, when my roommate was always there. However, today I finally had a free block of time in the middle of the day, and I was going to use it to give my constant hard-on some relief. It had been so long since I last came that I didn’t even need a visual aid- just the sound of the door closing behind my roommate as he went to class and knowing that I was about to jerk off was enough to get me rock hard. I waited for ten or so minutes to make sure he didn’t forget anything, my cock throbbing in my boxers the whole time. Once I was sure he was gone, I wrapped my fist around the tent I was pitching and rubbed the fabric slowly up and down over my cock. The soft fabric teased my sensitive head, and I immediately felt like I was on the edge of cumming. I took a few deep breaths to calm down, and started to stroke again, slower than before. I wanted this to last. I had just given my cock another good stroke or two through my boxers when my roommate walked in. He was looking down at his phone, and I had just enough time to grab a pillow and shove it on my lap to hide my raging boner. My cock throbbed hard against the soft fabric, and more precum soaked through my boxers. I was really close to the edge now, and I was so desperate to finish myself off that I had to actively resist the urge to just hump the pillow until I busted in my boxers in front of my roommate. “Can you believe my class got cancelled? It’s all the way across campus and Shapiro didn’t even send us an e-mail, I had to go and- oh, sorry, man, am I like interrupting?” “Nah, man, you’re cool.” I said in a strained voice. “I’m just gonna grab my chem book and go…you can wait that long, right?” Those words sent a twinge through my cock. “Yeah, of course, man.” I said nervously. He laughed. “Well, I don’t know. I only asked because I know it doesn’t take much.” I blushed. “Wh-what?” I thought I had kept my premature problem a secret from everyone. It appeared not. “Yeah, I mean come on, dude. I can hear you jerking when you think I’m asleep, and it takes you what? One minute?” My cock throbbed hard under the pillow, leaking more precum into my boxers. My cockhead began to slide in the wet patch this was making. My balls ached. “Oh, and that blonde girl you danced with at the frat mixer told me that you jizzed in your pants during the slow dance.” I remembered that night. She had been wearing a low-cut dress that got me hard instantly, and the moment she noticed and said, “wow, you’re hard already?” I lost my load in my slacks and had to change. “She told you?” “Yeah, man, she’s my sister’s friend. And I know that not all of your ‘wet dreams’ are really wet dreams, either.” I was stunned that my roommate knew this much. “So I have a deal.” He said. “I’m going to tell everyone else in the frat, and they’ll tease you about it forever. They’ll give you a nickname like ‘quick-shoot’ and call you that in public so everyone on campus knows you can’t hold your load. I’m sure they’ll also make sure that you’re always hard and on the verge of jizzing, no matter where you are. I mean, it doesn’t take much to tease a load out of you, and they’ll get a kick out of it. I’ll do all of this unless you do something for me.” “What?” I asked, desperate to avoid such a fatal blow to my reputation. “I’ll do anything.” He smirked. “Then don’t cum for the next week.” He said. “It’s that simple. If you can show me that you’re a real man and can actually hold your load, I won’t tell.” I blanched. I knew that would be impossible. “So stand up and get dressed. No jerking off right now.” My roommate continued. Reluctantly, I put the pillow aside and stood up. My boxers were absolutely drenched with pre-cum, and my throbbing boner tented them out shamelessly. “Put some pants on, bro.” he ordered, and so I grabbed a pair of loose sweatpants from the laundry basket. “Nah, man, not those.” He handed me a pair of tight jeans from my dresser drawer. “These.” I took them from him and then slid both legs in, pulling them up to just under my balls. My cock was still rock hard, the feeling of my boxers sliding over it driving me ever closer to the edge. I realized with horror that I wouldn’t even make it through the next ten minutes without cumming, let alone the next week. “Hurry.” He told me. I pulled my pants up all the way and began to try and zip them up. The moment my cock rubbed against the fabric, my cock throbbed ever harder. It began to twitch uncontrollably, and I felt my balls rise up. “Oh, fuck!” I let my jeans fall to the floor as I began to pump my load right into my pre-cum saturated boxers. The first jet of jizz shot right through and landed on my chest; the rest dribbled through and onto the floor as I pumped my cock into my fist with wild abandon. I panted and grunted as I rode my orgasm to the end, and then I looked up at my roommate, ashamed. However, to my shock, he wasn’t even looking at me! His eyes were closed, and he was hunched over slightly, his hand covering the obvious bulge of his sizable erection. “Ah, no, no…” he muttered, and then a wet stain began to spread over the crotch of his grey sweatpants. He was cumming in his pants, too! I watched as spurt after spurt of thick cream oozed out and dripped down the front of pants, with him moaning all the while. When he was finished, he looked up at me, his face red. “Guess it’s a draw this time.” He grunted. I smirked. “Yeah, this time.”

[just-goals-and-tea]

Making sure to call him a good boy every time he cums. Calling him a good boy in public and watching him immediately get painfully hard. Pavloving my good boy like the pathetic little puppy he is.

[ideacomekinky-deactivated202509]

[comrade-ashenov]

Mlem

[irl-donut]

puppygirl fails the mirror test

[tied-up-transfem]

Sometimes you need to decide for that girl that she's better off as a dog.