1994, Paul Auster, Mr. Vertigo[2], Penguin Compass, published 1995, →ISBN:
When he finally drifted off, I'd reach down and remove one of my dirty socks. That was my cum-catcher, […]
2000, Vincent Carsiti, Richard Chaves, John DiFusco, Eric E. Emerson, Rick Gallavan, Merlin Marston, Harry Stephens, & Sheldon Lettich, Tracers: A Play, Dramatists Play Service, published 2000, →ISBN, page 45:
BABY SAN. Fuckin' A, man. I got my cum catcher. (Shows a prophylactic and exits.)
2004, K. Dohmen, Cesspool[3], iUniverse, published 2004, →ISBN:
Do not try and wash the sox, it will only make the rest of the clothes smell funny, and the sox never gets clean after months of being used as a cum catcher.