At the Laundromat

The washers in my dorm were all very old, and often broke down. Plus, our clothes usually came out of them smelling worse than before (which was bad enough with all the sweat and cum!). So, all the guys on our floor pool our laundry together and we take turns to do them weekly at a laundromat the street over from our dorm.

It was my turn tonight. Since we barely wore anything when we were in the dorm, we didn't have many clothes to wash. Our weekly laundry were just clothes that we wore to class, dinner, and practice; even those we tried to wear for as many days as possible before the stink got too obvious. We used towels only if we needed to get somewhere in a hurry; otherwise after showers we let our bare bodies dry off in the evening breeze. It worked out that just two persons were needed to carry and do the laundry for all eleven of us every week.

Jack was screwing with two girls in our room (the horndog! I'm sure he fucks several different girls every week!) so I ended up doing laundry alone tonight. The load this week was lighter than usual: it was summer, and the guys went shirtless for sports, then just slipped on hoodies or varsity jackets for class. They also wore shorts instead of pants, and nobody wanted to wash their sheets, so I had two rather light cloth sacks that I lugged down the street. I was wearing a white tank top that had been worn for two weeks, and my usual black running shorts that displayed my muscular thighs and calves; more importantly, they were soaked through and crusted with a week's worth of cum, and they smelled great to me, but the girls kept whining about it (until Jack fucked them unconscious, hah).

I entered the laundromat, which like most had two sections, the washers in front and dryers at the back, with one exception: there are no windows. I pushed open the heavy door, walked through a narrow corridor lined with vending machines for detergent and softeners and change machines, then made a turn and entered the washing area. There was nobody here at one in the morning, which was why we chose to do laundry at this time of night. The lack of windows also meant we could get up to some naked fun without getting arrested. I opened the two laundry bags and sorted out my mates' clothes.

The first bag was from the last four rooms on our floor. Jason's and Jensen's diving trunks tumbled out, both pale blue and worn from being stretched too tight over their crotches. The identical trunks were still wet with pool water from their training today, but other than the water there was some sticky residue. I brought them up to my nose and sniffed -- hmm, fresh cum. It was no secret that the whole diving team jerked off into the pool when they got extra frisky. I licked up some of it, then turned to their tank tops. Not very exciting, considering they used their trunks as cum rags, and they only wore tops when they went to class. Two pairs of bright red boardshorts were what they wore over their trunks to class this week, and I sorted their clothes into a white pile and a colored pile.

Next, I picked up Ionas' only piece of laundry this week, a pair of see-through white mesh shorts. I don't remember seeing him in this. A postgraduate student from Greece, Io rarely wore anything. Do the Greeks go about their daily lives naked all the time? The image of nude Greeks gods gave me a semi. Most of the time he lounged around in the nude, and he doesn't go to the dining hall for dinner, preferring to eat yoghurt and fruits in our common room. I sniffed his shorts, and a sharp tang of olives and sandalwood made me sneeze. Underneath that, though, was a musk that I recognized from walking past his room, only now more concentrated and bringing to mind the person, with his enormous thick cock. My boner got harder and I moaned. I reached into my shorts and tugged on my boner, then rubbed Io's shorts over my face to catch his scent. Finally I reluctantly put it in the white pile.

Terry's shorts came next. The short, compact gymnast slept on the floor with no sheets, so his white cotton shorts were stained with soda, mustard and mayo -- after having been used as a convenient rag to mop up before he slept. The shorts were soaked through with his cum too, and some stale sour stain that must be his girlfriend's pussy juice. I only had an appetite for jock cum, so I stuffed the shorts into the bottom of the white pile. Terry's tank top was similarly soaked with cum and crusted with bits of food and sauce, but I could smell his ripe sweat and musk. I tugged on my meat a bit more.

Colin and Brandon's clothes came last from the bag. It made a bigger pile, with their running shorts, singlets, hoodies, and socks. Their jocks were stained yellow, and their shorts and singlets smelled of week-old piss as well. How the dirty runners actually managed to pick up girls was a wonder, but then they seemed more than content living in each other's pockets. I had seen them share a girl though, so there must be some kinky sluts out there who enjoy guy's pee. I'd seen their room -- piss stains everywhere on their sheets and a rank stink -- and even though I had participated in watersports before, I had yet to piss in my own room. Maybe I could ask Jack sometime.

Speaking of whom, I emptied the second laundry bag and out came a familiar wrestling singlet. My roommate Jack was a college wrestler and he wore his singlet everywhere. At class, he pulled on a varsity jacket but made no attempt to wear shorts over the bottom of his singlet; he goes freeballing like me, so his huge flaccid cock and balls were quite visible bulging in his blue singlet. When one professor asked him to cover up, he replied that he was already covered -- by a layer of lycra! Whenever he got hard -- which was often -- everyone would know, but Jack just adjusts his bulge casually. None of his classmates ever asked him to cover up, they probably enjoyed the view too much. This was my prize tonight: I held up Jack's blue singlet and found the crotch wet and sticky with cum! I held it up to my nose and breathed deeply the bleach smell of fresh cum, then stuffed it into my mouth and sucked on it, all the while moaning and stroking my leaking cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed several seconds of lusty bliss.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself," a deep voice suddenly appeared behind me. I jumped, not having heard anyone come in, and opened my eyes. I turned around and saw a lean, muscled guy standing there with a basket of his laundry. He was naked! His face was handsome in a scruffy way, and his chest and shoulders were not overdeveloped but nicely toned. His biceps and triceps popped, and his abs were taut and dipped all the way downward past his V into a sparse pubic bush. His lean thighs wrapped around a soft, five-inch cock that was uncut. He smiled at me, standing there like it was the most normal thing to do.

"Oops, sorry," I blushed furiously, having been caught getting off on a wrestling singlet. "I didn't know there was someone else in here."

"Oh, I was at the drying section," Naked Guy replied. "My clothes are still half an hour away from getting dry. I don't have anything to wear though, if you'll excuse me."

"You are excused," I laughed. "I'm gonna wash the clothes on my back too, but I got carried away." I put down Jack's singlet and rummaged through the rest of my mates' clothes, setting out Dan and Lenny's jocks, trunks and tee-shirts, and Zach's shorts and shirt. My own speedos came last, soaked in pool water but with no cum since I usually came on my sheets or in my shorts. I divided up the colours and whites. Lenny's rugby jock was worn and dirty, and ripe with sweat and cum. Naked guy leaned over and sniffed.

"You have quite a... diverse variety of underwear," he observed. "I assume you're doing laundry for your roommates as well?"

"The whole floor, actually," I answered quickly, not knowing why I didn't want him to think I smell that rank and dirty. But I spend most of my time in the pool -- I was a swimmer -- so I guess I wasn't used to smelling of old sweat and piss.

"Don't stop on my behalf," Naked Guy grinned. "Oh, by the way, I'm Nick." He held out his hand. "I'm on the lacrosse team."

"JP, swimmer," I introduced myself. We bumped fists. "No worries, I gotta hurry up, otherwise I won't be getting any sleep," I started stripping off my own clothes. Off came my tank top, then my cum-soaked shorts. My erection returned -- I get hard when I strip in public.

Suddenly, Nick swiped my shorts before I could get them in the wash. He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Ah, wonderful," he murmured. He breathed in more of my scent. "Nice shorts, mind if... I, ah, borrowed them for a while?"

What was it about guys wanting to keep my cummy shorts? First the barber Lux, then now this random guy in a laundromat. "Uhm, I don't mind." I wasn't sure where all this was leading, but I really don't mind cute guys wanting to keep a bit of me. Especially my cum.

"Thank you!! I won't disturb you then," with a wave, Nick dropped my shorts into his basket and disappeared behind the partition that led to the dryers. I ogled his bubble butt and the rippling muscles of his retreating back.

I quickly took one last whiff of Jack's wrestling singlet, then put the clothes into two machines, added detergent, and started the wash. Curious about Nick, I went behind the partition and peeked over. He was sitting in a corner, his dryer still whirring monotonously. He had my shorts covering his face, right hand holding his erection, but his breathing was slow and and he was not moving. Damn, Nick had fallen asleep while jerking off to my cummy shorts!

I approached the naked man and looked down at his cock. It was about seven inches hard, and leaking precum that was now pooling around his crotch and dripping onto the floor. I traced the trail of slime with my finger and tasted the nectar. Delicious. I then rubbed my slick fingertip over his cockhead. Nick continued to sleep soundly, so I bent down to lick his cock with my tongue, adding my lips when he didn't wake up. His cock twitched and precum started oozing from his slit onto my tongue. My lips played around his cock head and my tongue bathed his head and shaft lavishly. Saliva mixed with his precum which was flowing freely, and turning white.

With a sharp intake of breath and a jerk, Nick started cumming. The first few streams of cum soaked his pubes. The next several spurts traveled further up his abs and chest, until some of it splattered on my shorts that were still covering his face. Nick started breathing heavily and grunting, no doubt abruptly awakened by his orgasm. Soon his whole chest was covered in cum, and with a contented sigh he laid back, boneless.

"Ah... g-gawd... awesome..." Nick mumbled from beneath my shorts. I took my shorts off his face and he was smiling sleepily. "Great wet dream..."

I used my shorts to wipe up the cum on his body. "Well, I'm hope I get one tonight," I grinned. "I'm not wasting your cum." My mesh shorts were by now thoroughly soaked, first with my old cum, then now with Nick's fresh batch of goo. I cleaned his still-hard cock with my shorts. "Mind if I got my shorts back?"

Nick gave a dopey grin. "Not at all," he replied. "I hope you get your wet dream." With that, he got up and collected his clothes from the dryer.

"I come here every Wednesday night," he called over his shoulder as I watched his naked, lean body walk out of the laundromat. I brought my shorts up to my nose and inhaled his scent. I couldn't wait for my own load to finish washing and drying, so I could return to my room and jerk off to Nick's cum. Then I got an idea -- why not do what Nick did? I sat down and plopped my shorts, with the delicious cum, over my face.

So that was how I blew another two loads onto my naked body in the laundromat -- one during the wash, and one while waiting for the dryer -- and added them to my shorts. Those shorts didn't go into the wash. Ever.