Keep It Clean

Just why do you go to the laundromat?
Well here's one guy that puts it all in the wash!!

The neon sign was sputtering, a few letters winking and blinking and one was just a ghostly pale pink glow. "D ylight Coin Op Laundry" then "D yli   t Co   O  Laundry" It looked clean inside, what could be seen. The street front window ran from waist high to the ceiling and was sparkling. The place was lit up with multiple ranks of hanging fluorescent fixtures.

Walking up to the glass door I shoved it open with my butt. My arms were full. Two cheap plastic laundry baskets overflowing with the last three weeks' dirty clothes and linens weighted me down.

It was nothing special inside. A chanage machine, vending machines for snacks, drinks, soap and stuff filled one section of the left wall followed by a line of tables. The giant tumble dryers ranged across the back wall and two rows of washing machines, back to back with their lids open, ran across the room left to right, or vice versa, depending upon your point of view and preference in dexterity.

At this hour I expected to be alone, but there were two machines shut, humming, busy chewing away on someone's laundry, foaming at the mouth. But no one was in sight. I got busy sorting and tossing, filling up five of the machines in the back half of the first row. If I'd have been on the other side I would have seen him come out of the bathroom. As it was, when I turned to grab another handful for the quick sort and toss, there he was behind the second row, leaning on one of the gently rocking machines, watching me.

It was June, but the night had turned nippy. When I'd crawled out of bed I'd thrown on a sweatshirt and a pair of heavy shorts. He was bare chested, and georgeous. Gold blond hair cascaded down around his head. He kept tossing it to keep his view of me clear. Those arms propping up his head were corded with muscles and his shoulders were wide, full and just slightly sunbronzed.

When it was in view, between those tosses, the face was to die for. Lush lips and a patrician nose below two sparkling crystal blue orbs all set in a smooth lightly tan oval. When he smiled and said, "Hi," it got better. His teeth were pearl white, gleaming as brightly as his eyes.

This was not fair. I cursed the god of insomnia that got me to do this crazy laundry trip. Well, I wasn't going to be taken for a snob. I 'Howdy'ed him right back. Then, figuring what the hell, I stripped off the sweatshirt I had just put on and tossed it in with the nearest dark, grungy load. We could at least have a friendly game of my pecs are bigger than your pecs, if he was willing to play.

"Haven't seen you around?" he offered.

"Usually get this out of the way during daytime on the weekend," I said in reply. "This your usual hour?"

"Yep. It's quiet and never crowded. Usually have the place to myself."

"Sorry I'm intruding." I picked up my empty baskets and headed around the back row of washers. I wanted to see this hunk up close.

"No problem, man," he said, standing up as I rounded the end of that double line of white machines. I got an eyeful. More than expected. He stood there without a stitch of clothes on. "It's all in the wash, man." He gave a shrug. That lifted his chest, rippled his stomach and made his cock bounce.

That was something to see. The baskets fell out of my hands and my jaw dropped. He was a golden god, muscle toned from top to toe and hanging, swaying from that blond bush at the base of his pelvis was that cock. It was a cock that most mean would kill to have, on them or in them. He'd been enjoying the buzz of the laundry whirling and was half hard, dangling a good six, maybe seven, inches. It was a well formed cock; solid in girth with a dark pink plum peeking out from the half covered end of the shaft. My eyes couldn't look anywhere else.

"Like what you see?" he asked, grinning and running a hand down his abs letting it rest with his finger tips in his pubes. He arched his back, thrusting forward his hips, stretching sensuous and deliberate. I couldn't speak but nodded, licking my lips. Then I puffed up my chest in response. My prick had already started reacting to what stood before me and was snaking its way down the hiked up leg of my shorts.

He was watching, a glint in his eyes. "I'm Chad. This here's Jerrimy. Glad to make your acquaintance. He lifted his hand off his belly and stuck it out. "So, who're you and what do you do with that heavy tool you're luggin around in those shorts?"

I took the hand he offered. We stood not shaking, just honding on, our eyes digging into each other. "I'm Luke. I do what needs to be done with what I've got to do it with." Now I was grinnning too. "No fancy names, it's just part of me." I paused, decided what the hell. "Love me, love my dick."

"Let's just see about that," said Chad and stripped those shorts down off my hips with one quick tug. My dick sprung up, smacked my gut and then stood there pulsing. "Luke, I'm in love," purrred Chad.

His next move took me by surprise. He just dropped to his knees and, grabbing hold with a hand, started slurping. He wrapped his tongue around that swollen tip, left side up, right side down. That tongue cleaned out the cheese grains rolling between the last folds of foreskin and that furrow that runs under the rim of the head. Chad was moaning low in appreciation for every bit he found and worked down his gullet. Then, proving his capacity, to me, to himself, he gobbled my cock, sucking it in with one gulp. It slurped right through his mouth and down into his throat. I yelped, a combination of astonishment and absolute ecstasy a he worked his tongue, pressing as he swallowed again and again, locking me in deep. His nose snorted as it rubbed back and forth on my short hairs.

Gradually he let me loose until just the swollen knob was caught between his lips. Then he started some serious head action working my throbbing cock in and out of his mouth with a sensual twist of his head and some hard suction as he bobbed. Just when I was getting into it, pumping my hips and groaning, he'd pause and deep throat me again. Grabbing my ass he'd shove, sending my blood pumped prick rocketing down into him and cold shivers shooting through my ass into my gut. This was a cock sucker beyond compare, soft and gentle then rough and forceful.

My legs were spread and I was holding on tight to his head helping him all I could. Vocally I was urging him to go faster. I was willing for him to go on all night. But, my senses told me there was little time left before I was spewing cum all over. My chest was tight, heart pounding, skin burning and prickly. As if he knew just how close I was he eased off. Flicking his tongue across the tip, sucking and poking at that small dangerous opening that was waiting to let loose, he left me wet and dripping with his saliva.

Moving down he stuck his head between my legs, spreading them wider. Holding onto my thighs he sucked both nuts between his lips and them spit them out, in and out, making them dance for joy. I was groaning with fever, body trembling, hips whipping back and forth. Twisting all over, trying to get away, keeping close, I heard my cries echoing through the room as I gushed.

It poured out, my body jerking in spasms with each spurt that flew and slid down his body. He left my balls dangling and wet to lead back and watch. The last sprays of cum hit him full in the face, plastering an eye, running down his cheek and dripping to join the rest on his chest. He was smiling, laughing to himself, enjoying the show. Swiping a hand across his face, he looked up at me and grinned. Slowly he leaned more, holding onto my shrinking prick. The pressure, the pull, the look took me with him to the floor. I landed with a squish. He wrapped an arm around my neck and locked our lips together, writhing beneath me.

Coming up for air, he cooed into my ear, "It's your turn now, baby. Feel that rod poking you? I need a little relief. What have you got to offer?" Since the hand that hand tugged me to the floor was now busy playing grab ass, insistently rubbing between my buttocks, I knew what he wanted.

"Let's see, golden boy," I said, sitting up on his hard flat belly. Scrambling around on all fours I got my billfold out of the shorts. What the hell would we do if the bell for the front door went off? It was a frightening but fleeting thought. I reached for that stiff column of hot flesh. I soon had a rubber rolled snugly down to his blond bush. Raising up I scootted forward, lowering my ass onto his face. "Eat it! If you want it wet and ready, go to it, Chad!"

His face didn't move. His hands spread my cheeks and his mouth opened for that silk tongue to lap across my butt hole. He didn't waste a minute. The hot wet tip of his tongue raced in circles, smaller and smaller until it was boring in. On its own, my ass was twitching. My torso leaned forward opening me wider. I was ready. Hell, I'd been ready since I saw that cock. Shifting position I squatted over his pelivis. Together we lifted his cock in the air, aimed it at the ceiling and I eased down. When that throbbing dick head touched that spot I held it firm and pushed down. Chad shoved with his hips. We met. We merged.

This was raw sex. It hurt so damn good I had to keep pushing down. Eager as I was, my butt didn't want to give up without a fight. It kept saying no way. Our hips together kept insisting there had to be a way. His tip was in, then out, then back in again. This time I groaned and sat, hard. It tore all the way. What felt like a giant door knob was now sitting up there inside me. I knew there was only one way to turn this hot poker ripping my ass into a love tool. I shoved down even harder.

Another inch, maybe two, forced in. Now we could maneuver. Together we did. We worked that minimal penetration in short strokes until my ass surrendered. Suddenly it was a slobbering hole, sucking away, begging for more. As it got slicker and wetter, we fed it inch after inch until with one final thrust I could feel Chad's cock hair tickling under my balls. Now my thighs tensed, raised me, then relaxed. I slid back down that pole. His own buttocks clinched firm, lifiting him to join me full force as I sat.

With each stroke it seemed I lifted a foot into the air and then quickly slid down. The pain was gone. His hands were squeezing my upper thighs. His eyes were squinched tight. I was bouncing, squirming. He had his lower lip pinched between his teeth. Low moans trickled out from the back of this throat. Hot air rushed in and out of his nose as we fucked. I was getting off on his rooting around in me and watching his face twist and contort as his passion built.

All the sensations attacking me had my own prick dancing in the air again. it twitched with each pistoning drive of his cock into my ass. He was gasping for air now, mouth hanging open. His tongue was lapping in and out, searching. I could feel his body begin to quiver. It made me feel so evil. I was hot and full of cum again, like it was being pumped into me by that giant cock. Pressure was building inside me with each driving trust. He wasn't doing this solo. I grabbed my cock and started double timing to catch up, rocking slower on him.

It came quicker than I expected. My ears were buzzing. My vision went blurry. Together we were shaking and moaning. I felt his prick expanding, blowing up inside me, stetching, tearing my entryway. My own cock was rock hard, every ounce of blood in my body rushing to it.

"Shut your . . . mouth . . . ass hole. I'm . . . going to . . . cream all over . . . your face . . . again," I gasped as the tingling shot through my balls and mounted in a rush. Up, up, up it came through my cock.

Reaction was impossible for Chad as he hit his peak at the same time. Opening wide he yelled his announcement. "Fuck you . . . I'm . . . c - u - m - m - m - m - i - n - g!!! Which ended in a gurgle as my frantic hand pumped the first burst of white fire high into the air. The biggest blob landed right in the middle of that noisy, gaping hole. The rest follwed in streamers. My man juices splattered down between his chin and his belly button. Within me I felt his cock bucking as it shot its creamy load, squishing in it as he continued to pump. My ass lips clinched tight, squeezing out every last drop as I did the same with my fist.

Jerking his head sideways, Chad coughed and spit and then let loose a steam of cussing that turned the air blue. It wasn't, but it was, funny. Even with that going on his bottom half was humping, wringing every last tingle of pleasure. I was floating, and laughing, deep down. I didn't want to make him angrier. Reaching out he graped my arms. As he slid out, he tugged me down flat on top. His eyes were blazing, but it seemed more with passion than with anger.

"You swim around in it, Luke, baby," he said firmly, wiggling under me, coating us with my sticky deposits. "And, here," he continued. Wrapping an arm around my neck he locked down my head. He offered me his mouth, my own cum still glistening on his upper lip and chin. I willingly used my tongue to wash him down and then sucked whatever was left between us off his tongue, out of his mouth.

He was purring again as I continued, kissing and licking all over his face. I went down into and around his ears, back to his full lips, now stretched across his face in a happy grin.

After tossing the rubber in the trash can, we worked together transfering Chad's wash into the dryers. I put my billfold by his on the end washer and, after using them to clean up, tossed the shorts in for the final wash cycle. If he could parade around nude, so could I. It wasn't like we were strangers anymore.

After that I got in the habit of late night, early morning laundry duty. Chad wasn't always there. He marched to his own drummer and set his own clock. But when he was there . . . . we always had fun.