The Coin Laundry

As I sat in the hard blue plastic chair watching my clothes tumble around in the jumbo sized coin operated dryer, my mind drifted through the large glass window behind me. Boredom didn’t begin to describe my current state. 

I had only been there for about forty minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. My daydreaming was interrupted by the occasional clang of the bells hitting the door as it was pulled open. 

A thought suddenly occurred to me. ‘It doesn’t matter who you are or where you’re at in life. When you enter a laundromat, everyone is equal’. I had watched a young presumably single dude come in, an older lady leave, who looked like she could be on her way to church. I was somewhat intrigued by the diversity of the people that used the coin laundry facility. 

It wasn’t a particularly busy day at the washerette, I had only seen a small handful of people come and go. The dryer I was using still displaying that I had thirty three minutes left until my quarters ran out. ‘My clothes should be dry by then.’ I mused to myself as my mind floated off to other thoughts. 

The vision of me sitting on a lake somewhere, drinking a beer and watching a motionless fishing pole was once again disturbed by the ringing of the door’s bells. That’s when he walked in. 

Now, I’m not usually one to gawk at feminine looking guys. I like my men more manly and rugged. I have a thing for the bad boy look; tattoos, blue jeans and face stubble are my weaknesses. 

However, in walked this guy. His hair was wavy and dyed a purplish pink. He was shorter, maybe five foot six and slim. His face almost looked elven with his high cheek bones, his small nose, slightly turned up at the end and his cobalt blue eyes. Man, he was pretty! 

I watched him as he passed in front of me and walked to the change machine. I tried to turn away, but it seemed to be a useless endeavor for some reason. 

Normally, a man in jeans with a thick… not fat, but country strong body in a pair of work boots drives me insane and turns my hole into a needy orifice begging to be plugged. But this pretty guy did something different to me. My loins were on fire, my mind was searching for a way to start a conversation. However, I was uncomfortable with it all and tried to divert my attention to other things. 

When he bent over to load his soiled garments into the over sized, front loading washer, his ass poked up in the air like one of those pin up models leaning on the hood of a sixty three corvette. That’s when he looked back and caught me watching him move. 

I quickly turned away and I’m sure my face turned red because I felt the heat from my crotch quickly transferred to my cheeks. I fought with myself to keep my eyes focused on the dryer that was whirling my clothes round and round. 

I didn’t see him finish his task or walk in my direction. I was like a statue forced to gaze in some random direction. My attention was redirected to him when he sat down a couple seats over from me. 

My face flushed again as I looked at him. “Hey.” I said trying to be inconspicuously polite. I smiled trying to hide my obvious discomfort. 

He smiled back and with a wave of his hand he replied “Hello.” 

That smile was gorgeous and seemed to make his pretty blue eyes dance across his pale face. I turned away again and faced my safety dryer as I felt my shorts get tighter. 

I sat in an awkward silence feeling like I was being watched. I couldn’t bring myself to verify it, but you know how it feels when you think someone is looking at you. 

He broke the silence with his soft voice. “This place is pretty clean for a laundromat.” He observed. He wasn’t wrong. I’ve not been in many laundromats, but this one was cleaner than the others. 

“It is. The carts even have good wheels.” I answered feeling like I just gave the worlds stupidest response. ‘What is this dude doin to me’ I questioned my thoughts. 

“Is it always this slow?” He pondered out loud to me. 

“I dunno. I’ve never been here before.” I answered him honestly. I mean, if it wasn’t for the constant rain nearly all week causing a plumbing issue at home, I wouldn’t even have been there. 

We made small talk about the place, the area and the weather. Have you ever talked to someone for just a few minutes and realized that they seemed to have a far lower education than you? This guy was the opposite of that. His words were well laid out, he articulated well but most of all, he was confident. 

His confidence and overall demeanor did nothing to stop the swelling between my legs. All it did was increase my strange desire to bend him over and fuck his beautiful brains out. If you couldn’t tell by now, I’m normally all bottom. This guy was wrecking that. 

In a quick move, he slid seats to the one right next to me and put his thin hand out. “I’m Jordan, nice to meet you.” 

I’m a bigger guy. I’ve been some type of mechanic my whole life, masculine to the core until some guy is inside me pounding at my core. I cautiously took his hand and was mindful not to squeeze to firm. His skin was soft as silk against my larger calloused hand. It seemed to swallow his as I shook his hand. “Aiden.” I offered, giving him my name. “Good to meet you too”. 

Jordan’s touch sent electricity shooting through my arm. He didn’t let go of my hand right away. He held it and forced me to make eye contact with him. Our blue eyes locked and I watched his smile dance throughout his eyes while I’m sure he seen the awkward in mine. 

When Jordan finally let go of my hand, I was surprised by the yearning I felt to touch him again. That yearning was short lived however, because when he lowered his hand, he rested it on my upper thigh. He was still looking at my face, so I know he didn’t see my cock jump. But I’m sure he felt it. His hand was only inches away from where the head would normally rest while soft. 

Nervously, I looked around the room full of shiny washers and dryers. There was only one guy at the far end of the building with his face stuck in his phone. I felt slightly relieved that no one had seen that interaction between Jordan and I. 

He left his hand there while he started with more small talk. He took the lead in the conversation and was asking me all kinds of questions. He was shocked to learn that I was twenty years his senior and seemed to light up when I told him I wasn’t married. 

That’s when his thumb started rubbing small circles on my leg. At the same point in his pattern of circles, his thumb came within millimeters of my cock and caused it to bounce and almost beg to be touched. I tried to hide my soft sighs but my chest was expanding and contracting quickly as my breathing got noticeably faster. 

That seemed to delight the young pretty man a lot. He took it as an invitation. He slid his hand into the pocket of my black Adidas shorts and rubbed the shaft of my cock through a thin layer of fabric. I was no longer able to mask my breathing or my sighs. 

I closed my eyes and rolled my head back as he massaged my tool through my pocket. The temptation was starting to override my inhibitions. My mind wandered to thoughts of boning this young man right there in the almost empty laundromat. 

He leaned up to my ear and whispered “Take me to the bathroom daddy!” 

I wasn’t sure if it was a request or a command but I stood up with his hand still in my pocket. Jordan was forced to his feet as well. He never freed his hand from my pocket as we quickly walked down a row of machines towards the bathroom together. 

Once we were inside the well lit room, he locked the door and dropped to his knees taking my shorts down with him. The way this guy moved on my cock let me know this wasn’t his first time. 

He licked my cock head and his tongue danced in my slit, licking up all of the precum that had built up. I moaned loudly as his tongue worked my mushroom over. He licked up and down my shaft while his hands kneaded my ass cheeks. 

“Holy fuck Jordan! That feels awesome!” I told him through my moans. 

I’m normally the one on my knees working the cock of some man I found on a hookup site. I felt completely out of character watching the top of his purple clad head moving across my dick, but it wasn’t in a bad way.  He had been inadvertently making me want things I didn’t usually want for the last twenty minutes. 

When he came back up the bottom side of my cock, he parted his lips and swallowed all seven inches of my manhood. I groaned out with pleasure as his lips skillfully worked my shaft. He bobbed and slobbed on me for two or three minutes using one of his hands to stroke my cock as he moved up and down my length. 

I could feel my orgasm building, but this wasn’t how I wanted to cum. Every fiber in my being wanted to breed him. I stepped back, drawing my cock out of his mouth. I reached down and put my big mechanic hands under his arms and lifted him up off the ground. 

Setting him on the sink behind him, I pushed my face to his and kissed those pink elven lips. He immediately opened his mouth to allow my tongue to explore his. 

I pulled back and yanked his tank top over his head and pushed my face into his neck, leaving a wet trail as I crossed under his chin and to the other side. I kissed down his smooth chest and kept traveling lower until my mouth found the top hem of his pants.  I mouthed his cock through the fabric before pulling him off of the sink. 

As I unfastened his name brand jeans he moaned out “Fuck me daddy!” And his pants fell to his ankles. 

I turned my willing young friend around and bent him over the sink that he was just perched up on. Lowering my body, I buried my face between his ass cheeks and put my tongue against his hole. 

I licked his rim, tasting his freshly showered ass before I impaled his sweet hole with my tongue. Jordan whined and called me daddy again as I pushed my tongue in and out of his cavity. 

When I was sure there was enough saliva built up to allow my smooth entrance, I stood up and spit in my hand and stroked it into my cock. “Yes daddy” Jordan cried as I pushed the head of my cock against his hungry ass. 

Like an animal, I pushed into him not even thinking about if it hurt him. Fortunately, my boy had done this before. I slid in deep on the first thrust. There was no wincing from pain, only pushing back against me and crying out “daddy” as I began to fuck his cute little ass. 

Jordan arched his back like a pro as I sawed my cock in to him and back out. Sweat had already started beading up on my forty five year old forehead as fucked him like an animal. My moans were echoing off of the walls of the little bathroom only broken by an occasional request by Jordan to fuck him harder. 

I obliged him by pounding him harder and as deep as I could go. I put my hands up on his shoulders and pulled him back into me as I thrust into him. He cried out one more time “Fuck me good daddy!” through a couple whimpers. 

That sent me over the edge! “Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” I groaned out as my cock started to swell inside Jordan’s ass. 

“Breed me daddy! Fill me with your seed!” my boy begged as I started to unload inside him. 

I pushed myself deep into his center as the first volley of cum shot into him. I went back to thrusting in and out while I grunted with each stream of cum I felt leaving my cock. 

Jordan’s ass swallowed every drop of my cum before I pulled my softening cock out of him and turned him around. I didn’t ask, I just dropped to my knees and took his young cock in my mouth and started sucking him. 

Through his closed teeth, I heard Jordan say “Suck that dick daddy!” as I worked his cock in and out of my mouth. I swirled my pierced tongue across his smooth shaft as I moved. 

“Oh yes daddy!” He moaned as he peaked with pleasure and locked his fingers in my hair. 

When I got my first taste of this twenty four year old’s juice I hummed my acceptance on his cock. He began to thrust himself into my face as he filled my mouth with his salty seed. He had a lot of it. 

I opened my mouth slightly and swallowed the first mouthful before closing back up around his cock and milking him for the rest of it. 

After I was sure he had no more cum to feed me, I stood up and reached for the paper towels to clean myself up. My young friend excused himself to a stall and did the same. 

I already had my shorts pulled up when Jordan reemerged. He walked over to me and pressed his smooth body against mine and kissed my neck. He looked up at me with those amazing blue eyes and asked for my phone. I quickly unlocked it and gave it to him. 

He thumbed some digits into it and handed it back to me and smiled. “Call me some time daddy.” he said as he unlocked the door and left the room. 

I was still panting a little bit as I splashed some water on my face and wiped it dry. When I exited the bathroom, the one guy was still in the laundromat. He looked at me and gave a sheepish smile. I was sure he had heard everything.  I walked over to the dryer and started pulling my dry clothes out and placing them in one of the baskets with really good wheels. 

I was standing at one of the folding tables folding my clothes when I felt Jordan push up against me again. I looked around the room and then to him. God he was pretty! 

“I mean it Aiden. Call me!” He commanded me with such confidence. 

I smiled back at him and was just a little lost in his blue eyes before I agreed that I’d call him. He stretched his neck up and kissed me on the cheek before strolling over to his machine. 

I finished folding the rest of my laundry and placed it in my hamper. I gave one more look around the room and caught Jordan smiling and dancing around a little as he pushed his wet clothes to the dryer I had just emptied. 

I carried my basket out to my truck and loaded it in the back seat. As I crawled up into the driver’s seat, I saw Jordan looking out the window smiling at me. 

I threw my hand up in a wave and returned his smile. He was waving back as I pulled out of the parking lot.