Late Night Laundry

Doing laundry was never my favorite activity but a month ago all that changed one very late Saturday night. That’s when I discovered there were ways to completely eliminate the boredom of waiting for the washer and then the dryer.

That fateful evening, I was the only customer in the place which was pretty much the norm. I flipped through page after page of guys on Grindr and Scruff and did people really think no one would realize they were using a picture from an 80’s porn star? And when did bottoms get so high maintenance? What happened to the good old days when bottoms were eager to grab their ankles for a good pounding?

Though what wasn’t the norm was the night attendant. He was normally there dressed in an oversized shapeless hoodie and baggie sweat pants as he went about his duties with their fluff and fold service in silence. Sometimes he’d have his nose stuck in a book or would be working in the little office in the back. I figured him for a student working his way through college.

This time was a bit different, gone were the two sizes too big sweat pants. They had been replaced with tight workout pants showing off a nicely muscled ass. Then part way through my wash cycle he stripped his hoodie off to reveal a tight muscle tank and I have to say I was rather impressed. I’d always thought he was cute in a nerdy way but now, now I knew there was more than just a cute face and shy smile. He was ripped, hot and very tempting.

I sat and played with my phone while watching him work on some of the overnight fluff and fold laundry. Watching him bend over as he worked was another temptation. His ass in motion was a of work of art. The image of me bending him over a washing machine to help kill the time flashed through my mind.

With his laundry safely in dryers, he vanished to the small office while I sat on a machine twiddling my thumbs and day dreaming. My thoughts kept returning to his cute face how those plump lips could be used to give my dick joy. Or better yet, that tight muscled ass to blow my load in. After a few minutes of fantasizing it was time to take a leak.

On my way back to the front from the bathroom, I noticed the door to the office was cracked open a few inches and there he was sitting at the desk. His eyes were glued to his laptop and his hand was just out of sight massaging his crotch. With his back to me and all his attention on the computer screen he didn’t even notice I was there. What really caught my attention was what he was watching on the screen. It was hardcore gay porn. My dick was instantly rock hard and hungry.

In less the five seconds flat, I stepped forward and pushed the door softly shut behind me. I stepped forward to lean over his shoulder and whisper in his ear.

“Wouldn’t you rather suck a real dick instead of just dreaming about it?” I said as I straightened my stance and massaged myself through my 501s.

There were a few seconds of indecision on his surprised face as he looked up at me. Then with his eyes locked on mine he licked his lips causing my dick twitched in hunger. Breaking eye contact he pressed his face into my jeans and used his hands to grab my ass. He used one hand to unbutton my jeans and pull them down. With my pants around my ankles, my dick bounced out hard and hungry. Without a moment of hesitation he took me into his mouth and swallowed all eight inches down to the root. This boy knew how to suck dick.

“Yes.” I moaned out as he spit shined my cock. He mouth felt like heaven, warm and wet with the perfect level of suction. He pulled off to work on the head with his magic tongue.

Looking up he lifted his head for a moment “Fuck my face Sir.”

Well, well, this was a program I could really get into. Running my fingers through his short hair to get a grip I started to fuck his face. Gently at first but gaining speed as he held firm on my ass for leverage. Building speed with each thrust I was finally holding him down on my cock roughly until he was close to gagging. I was already close to shooting.

“You like that cocksucker, you like me fucking your face?” I growled. The only response was him gurgling in pleasure.

“You ready for my load boy? You hungry for my cum?” I said, panting and so close. His only response was to squeeze my ass harder and pull my dick deeper into his throat.

With a gasp of pleasure, I unloaded shot after shot of jizz down his hungry throat and straight into his belly. As my cock softened, he gently licked me clean with a soft thank you. Looking down at him, he was a delicious sight with his slightly puffy lips glistening. There was just a bit of my cum dripping down his chin.

Just then, the buzzer on my watch went off letting me know it was time to put my clothes in the dryer.

After affectionate rub on the back of his head, I bent down and kissed him. Our tongues met as I tasted myself on him. My cock hardened, wanting more, letting me know I was not done with him yet.

“You give me five minutes to put my clothes in the dryer and I’ll put my next load up that muscle ass you were showing off earlier.” I said as I broke the kiss and stood up again.

“I’d like that Sir.” His voice soft but certain.