One time I had been masturbating, and whereas I'd usually go to the bathroom to clean myself up, it seemed like a lot of people were randomly wandering the house and it was likely I'd run into one of them with my stuff in hand. So I decide the only logical thing to do would be to grab a nearby dirty shirt and wipe up my area and hands with it.
I decide to hide this shirt at the bottom of my cupboard until such a time where I can safely put it in the wash. Only a couple minutes after doing this my dad walks in looking for dirty clothes to put in the wash, and of course, found this shirt. So he picks it up and after a couple of seconds realises this shirt is not very dry, and eventually realising what the stuff on the shirt was. He threw the shirt on my desk and left the room in silence. The look of pure disgust on his face was just awful.
Luckily, no-one knows about that story and my dad decided never to bring it up, so everything is all good now. I'm sure there's other stories I have but none come to mind right now.
I decide to hide this shirt at the bottom of my cupboard until such a time where I can safely put it in the wash. Only a couple minutes after doing this my dad walks in looking for dirty clothes to put in the wash, and of course, found this shirt. So he picks it up and after a couple of seconds realises this shirt is not very dry, and eventually realising what the stuff on the shirt was. He threw the shirt on my desk and left the room in silence. The look of pure disgust on his face was just awful.
Luckily, no-one knows about that story and my dad decided never to bring it up, so everything is all good now. I'm sure there's other stories I have but none come to mind right now.