Laundry Day

It’s Saturday, which means it’s laundry day. Normally you take care of your own washing, but you’re away on an unexpected business trip, so I have to wash your clothes as well. I love you so much though, so I don’t really mind. I’m sorting your laundry now: shirts in one pile, blue jeans in another, underwear in yet another. Only a few items remain at the bottom of the hamper and I reach way down to retrieve them and I see that one of them is your jock strap. I hold it in my hand, staring at it. You only wear it to the gym and since you always do your own laundry, I’ve never had to wash it. I don’t think I’ve even held it in my hand before because it’s always in your gym bag. Except for laundry day of course. It’s saturated with sweat stains because you insist on only owning one and you wear it to the gym every day; successfully obviously, because at age fifty-four, you have a body that younger men would kill for. Solid bulging muscle from shoulders to calves, lightly covered with soft, gray hair and a hard, cruel face that makes me weak with desire every time you look at me. I rub my fingers along the fabric of the cup portion, feeling the greasy residue of your perspiration, thinking it must smell like you and as I start to get aroused, I bring it to my face and inhale deeply.

Holy fuck, I’m in ecstasy all of a sudden as the rank smell of your cock and balls permeates my nostrils and my own cock rapidly gets hard. I shove my hand down my shorts and start stroking my dick as I breathe in your scent over and over. God, it’s so fucking strong; six days’ worth of sweat and funk soaked into your jockstrap. I strip naked, then pull open the nightstand drawer in a violent frenzy, grab the bottle of lube and squirt some on my dick. I lay on my back in our bed, jacking my cock like I’m possessed while I hold the strap to my face, then I rub it all over my body because I want all of me to smell like you. I caress my nipples with it, heightening my lust further. I notice something on the front part of the fabric, something pale yellow and I realize it’s slightly stained with urine; probably from when you didn’t shake enough after taking a piss. I hold it to my nose yet again and oh fuck yeah, I can smell the piss mixed with the sweat and I’m now insane with sexual desire and I shove the jockstrap in my mouth so I can taste your nastiness. It’s disgusting, salty and bitter and yet so damned delicious. The fabric is soaked with my drool now and I’m sucking down the mix of my saliva and your piss and groin funk. Oh god baby, I miss you so fucking much. I so horny that I realize I want to do more than just stroke my cock.

I need both hands free for this, so I put your jockstrap over my face like a mask so I can continue to smell you as I reach back into the nightstand drawer and pull out the lifelike dildo that you bought me for our anniversary last year. It’s molded from some porn star, but I can’t remember who, nor do I care. I slather it with lube, then spread my legs like the slut that I am and shove it up my asshole. I use too much force and it’s painful at first, but I start to rapidly fuck myself with it, wishing it was you that was pounding my ass. I imagine your hairy, muscular body positioned between my legs as you tear my hole up with your thick, eight-inch cock, your pale green eyes staring coldly into mine. God, I want you so badly right now; the power I feel in your muscles as you hold me down while your monster cock rapes my hole. The pleasure I’m feeling in my ass is so intense I can hardly bear it as I continue to use the dildo to ravage my hole while I think of you, still breathing in the foul and intoxicating scent of your jockstrap that covers my nose and mouth. I’m stroking my dick like a crazy man and I feel my orgasm approaching. I can’t hold it anymore, I’m going to fucking shoot, so with one final thrust, I ram that dildo up my asshole as far as it will go just as a huge load of cum shoots from my cock and splatters on my chest. I keep pounding my dick and pumping out cum all over my torso; it’s hot and thick and I’m covered in it now even as more of it continues to spew from my tool until finally I can’t wring any more out of me and every part of me goes limp with sexual exhaustion.

I reluctantly remove the jockstrap from my face, then I scoop up all the cum with my hands and lick my hands clean, just like you make me do every time you fuck me. Drained of energy now, I decide the laundry can wait and I lay back in bed. As sleep slowly overtakes me, I think about how much I love you and miss you and how much I’m going to ride that huge cock of yours when you return on Tuesday.

The ringing of my phone wakes me a few hours later. I roll over, grab it from the nightstand and see that it’s you. I answer immediately. “Hey baby, how are you? Yeah, I miss you too. It’s so lonely here without you. I love you too baby. By the way, I thought of you today while I was washing clothes. What exactly was I thinking? Well, I found your jockstrap at the bottom of the hamper and….”

The End