My friend told me this story about how he wanked into a blanket one Saturday morning (watching Scooby Doo or some other cartoon). Unfortunately for him, his mom came out shortly after he finished and found the blanket. He tried to pass it off as orange juice. She immediately knew it was "manly discharge." I told him he should write a book about this, but you are exactly right. That shit does not smell like spilled orange juice.