Late Night Laundry

by timbo

9 Nov 2017 9542 readers Score 8.8 (143 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


I worked late one night and had to work early the next day but had to wash my work uniform and some underwear and socks beforehand, that meant walking down to the convenience store down the street and getting quarters and lugging my laundry down to the basement of my apartment complex. I've only encountered one other person down there among the three washers and three dryers, and my socially awkward 22 year old self is fine with not having to forcibly small talk with fellow complex dwellers. Tonight was different. 

I unlocked the laundry room door with my key fob and strolled into the laundry room failing to notice the guy taking his clothes out of one of the washers. "Evening," he greeted. "Oh," semi startled, "wow, I didn't think anyone else was in here, ha, hello," I awkwardly say. This guy's look certainly didn't help my anxiety either. Probably early thirties, with shaggy brown hair, but kept, wrapped around the top of his head, with a well trimmed beard around his broad jaw line. He had on a white, deep cut v-neck that showed some of his chest hair and tight black running shorts that stopped in the middle of his pale thighs. I felt like a bum with my jersey and lite sweatpants on. Even worse, all of my underwear was dirty and going in the wash so I had to throw on a jockstrap, which always makes me horny. I tried not to think about it, me, him, anything for that matter as I loaded my clothes into the washer. I dropped seven quarters in the slot, pressed Start, and spun around expecting to walk out, but there he was, standing in front of me. 

"Hey, you uh, don't happen to have an extra quarter on you do ya?" he asked, seemingly embarrassed. "Uh, yeah, I should," I said putting my laundry basket down and checking my pockets. "I thought I grabbed enough for my two loads," he motioned towards the set of washer/dryer he was using on the far wall, spinning the top of his body. It was then that I saw it. Not only was he oh so clearly going commando in his shorts, but he was clearly showing off his well endowed self. His black running shorts clung to the edges of his thick limp cock and compressed his shaft to widen it further. The material traced down his long shaft following his thigh, until it's interrupted by his mushroom tip ridge, firmly pressed against his thigh. I shudder at the the thought. This guy, me, the laundry room? Blood rushes to my cock and I suddenly feel the smooth material of my sweatpants graze my ass cheeks. "But I guess I can't count," he finished, turning back around, loosening the fabric of his shorts so as to not as show off quite as much junk. My hands shifting in my pockets for a quarter, I gaze my slowly stiffening cock. That's all it took. It was happening. I was getting hard for sure now. 

I quickly tried to think of something else, to distract myself, but nothing. "Ah, uh, here ya go," I say handing over the quarter. "Why thank you! How can I ever pay you back," he said semi-jokingly as he turned to his dryer and dropped in the last quarter before the chime rang and his cycle started. The dryers are obnoxiously loud and tend to shake a little when they really get going. Before he turns around I watch his arm move as if he reached into his shorts and adjusted himself. He shimmied his leg and removed his hand and I was sure of it, he was reaching into his shorts. At the very thought, my cock stiffened in my jockstrap and pushed at my sweatpants material. Once he's turned around facing me again I try to cover myself by reaching for my laundry basket on the floor. As I lift it to shield my obvious boner, I hold it too close to my waist and it is blocked for a second by my protruding boner. This was about as obvious as if fireworks had gone off that I'd hit myself in my cock, as I winced and let an "Ah, ow" escape. The guy's eyes widened, "Ahhh, huh," he smirked, "are you okay?" he asked. Biting my lip, "Ya, I'm fine," still clearly a little in pain. He stepped closer. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, biting his lip. I stare as he steps closer again. "Uh, I think so, ya" I quip, fixed on his eyes. "Maybe that's how you want to be repaid," he said. "How?" I asked, confused. He reached forward and placed his hand on the laundry basket that I was holding in front of me, blocking my obvious hard on. Slowly pushing downward with his hand, I lower the basket, exposing my stiff cock held back by my jock and sweats. He observes and subtly licks his lips. I glance to his shorts to see a mammoth of a hard on, throbbing against the nylon of his shorts, pulsating with each rush of blood. 

He removes the basket from my hands and stands directly in front of me. Gently grabbing my stiff cock through my sweats, he makes me shudder, as goosebumps run up my arms and neck. He pulls me by my cock into him, pressing against his throbbing tree trunk of a cock. I wrap my hands around his cock through his shorts. It's like wood, or steel, or stone. Hard as a fucking rock got it's expression with this guy. I wanted that cock.

I drop to my knees and pull his shorts down. His long, fat cock pops out of the waistband as they slide down his thighs and hits me in the face. I open my mouth and take the thick mushroom head of him in my mouth. He grips hold of his cock and tells me to stick my tongue out. I obey. He slaps his cock on my tongue again and again, then down my throat, then smacks me in the cheek, then slaps my tongue, again and again. I can barely fit more than half of him down my throat because he's so thick. "Ahh yeah boy, take that cock, yeah" he groans as I stroke his shaft with two hands and suck his thick mushroom tip. "You like that cock, boy?" I keep sucking him and give an Mhmm. He pulls my hair and his cock out of my mouth, "I said do you like that cock, boy?" he said forcefully. "Fuck yeah I do, sir" I say submissively. "That's better" he says as he shoves my mouth back onto his cock. I gag as he fucks my mouth, but soon I pull away. "I want that cock," I say looking up at him from my knees. "You want this cock, boy?" he asks, biting his lip. "I want it inside me," I wince. He pulls me up by my jersey and quickly turns me around, forcing me against the washing machine my clothes were running in. He pulls down my sweat pants, "Oh, yeah boy. That's a thick ass," he slaps it as I wince, "that's a nice thick ass." "You like that ass?" I ask. "Let me find out," he whispers into my ear.

I feel his torso move away from mine, then his hand on my back, forcing me forward onto the actual washing machine, a pause, his chill hands on my warm 'thick' cheeks. He spreads them apart gently, spreading my hole, a pause, then like a wall of warmth and goodness, his face buries itself in between my cheeks. "Holy fuckk!" I moan immediately, "Ah, ah, ah!" as he went deeper with his tongue. He cupped and pulled my balls as he tried to slide his finger into my hole to find my prostate. Finally, he slid through and twiddled my prostate so hard and fast that I swear my muscles went numb. He danced his tongue around my hole and dipped his finger inside of me, then around my hole, then inside, and around, and inside, over and over until I was writhing in pleasure bent over this running washing machine with my hands held firmly behind me by this sexy, scruffy, hung guy in the middle of the laundry room! 

"Yes! Ah, yes, fuck meee," I winced as he buried him face in my ass. 

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked. 

"Yeahh," I wince. 

"You want me to fuck this ass?" he buried his scruffy face back in between my cheeks. His whiskers tickling my pale skin.

"Oh yeahh, daddy," I beg.

"I'm gonna fuck this ass," he affirms with a slap.

"Yeah, daddyy," I wince, so wet now.

"I'm gonna fuck this ass numb." He took his face out of my ass, spat on my hole one last time and stood up. 

"Fuck yeah, daddy, fuck me til I'm numb," I say. Thrusting his hips against my ass, he forcefully pushes me into the washing machine again and pulls my torso against his.

He wraps his hand around my neck, kind of tight at first. I wince, and he looses a bit (he knew what he was doing). With his hand around my neck he pulled me into him, his lips to my ear. 

"I'm gonna fuck this juicy ass raw til you're numb" he said.

With that, I felt the his thick mushroom tip slip inside of my asshole he had so kindly prepared for this anaconda of his. I reach my arms back and grip his body tightly, as the pain is sharp as he slides into me, but so euphoric. 

"Aaaahh, fuuuuck" I moan loudly as he slides out and back in, taking the breath from my lungs. Thankfully the dryers are as loud as they are.

"Breathe, breathe," he tells me calmly, still firmly holding onto my waist and neck, "shhh, shh, breathe" he continues as I moan as my asshole is stretched to its max to fit his raw cock. 

Soon, the pain was gone and it was all ecstasy, bliss, euphoria. With each thrust he pulled his cock out of my ass to the very tip of his mushroom top, before slamming his shaft back into me and pulling me into him, sliding every last inch of his monstrosity inside of me. He gripped my neck and wrapped his other arm around my chest. He fucked me like I've dreamt of being fucked, like those really fucking good pornos you see from time to time online and you think 'damn, I want to get fucked like that!', the kind that you didn't think happened. The kind where you go numb.

I pulled away from the washing machine, now on it's spin cycle, and held onto it with outstretched arms. He bent me at a ninety degree angle and slid back into my ass, firmly gripping me on both sides with his hands. I moaned and groaned and winced and whined as he split my asshole in two, and was all muffled by the sound of the obnoxious dryer. 

He pulled out of me. "Sit up here" he tapped on the washing machine that was finishing it's spin cycle. I obey, and jumped up on the washing machine. He pushed me back and raised my legs to go over his shoulders. It was literally the perfect height. He lifted up my ass and vwoila, slid right back into me. 

"Ahhhh! Yess, fuck me!" I moan.

He thrusts deep into me. "Yeah, I'm fucking that ass raw," he grunts.

"Ah, yes! Fuck me raw! Fuck me numb daddy!" I moan.

My jock still on, my stiff cock is prying through the waistband begging for attention. He aggressively pulls down the waistband, ripping it a little, but releasing my cock from its bondage. "Holy fuck, yes! Fuck me harder daddy" I moan.. almost to my displeasure.

"You want it harder boy?" he grunts.

He leans forward, onto me and the washing machine, and absolutely buries his cock inside of me.

"AHHH FUCKKKK!!" I yell, "YES! Yes!! Yesss" with each thrust.

He destroys my asshole, stretching it to where it probably shouldn't stretch to, and shoving his cock deeper inside me than I'd ever felt. 

"Yeah boy! Take that! Take that fucking cock like a champ!" he grunts.

He's ramming part of my prostate with his cock and I can't help but grab my throbbing cock and stroke. It was absolutely euphoric as he split me in half with his cock and I stroked mine. That's when it all happened. My body felt lighter, then lighter and lighter, and finally, I was numb. I was actually numb, moaning, on this washing machine, having the living fucking daylights fucked out of me and then some. I felt like every hair on my body stood up... and then I got splashed right in the face with a giant load -- my load! I was cumming! I was cumming and cumming and cumming! "Holy shit," the guy started to say as he continued to plow into my asshole, "Ahh, yeah boy, ah yeah cum for daddy!" I kept cumming, stream after stream, I stroked my cock and he kept grazing my prostate, and it just kept coming! I was covered in my cum, from my waistline to my forehead. I had my cum in my mouth, around my eyes, in my hair, everywhere! I felt my ass contracting as he continued to pump inside of me. He was doing shorter, stronger thrusts though - I knew he was getting close. The thrusts became shorter and stronger as he began grunting. 

"Ahh, yeah boy, you're gonna make daddy cum," he grunted as he looked down as me, glazed like a fucking donut in my own cum.

"Fuck yeah daddy, cum for me, cum for me," I wince to him. 

"Ah fuck, I'm close, boy. Yeahh daddy's close" he thrust into me deeper.

"Mmm, yes daddy, fill me up," I tell him.

"You want me to breed you boy?" he asks.

"Fuck yeah daddy, breed me like a little bitch boy," I tell him.

"Like a little bitch boy, yeah? Yeah I'll fucking breed you," he grunts.

"Fill me up, daddy, fill me up please," I beg.

With that, his eye brows rise, is eyes widen, his mouth drops, and he grips my waist like a gorilla. "AAAHHHH!" he yells and he slowly thrusts into me. "Ahhhh! Yesss! Yesss!" he grunts and groans as I feel his pint of warm cum shoot inside of me, heating and lubing up my insides. He thrusts more into me, groaning. 

"Boy, oh fuck yeah, boy" he grunts. 

He pulls his thick cock out slowly, leaving my asshole gaping open from his work of destruction. 

I wince.

"Let me see it boy" he says.

He pulls my ass to hang a little more off the side of the washing machine and raises my legs up higher.

"C'mon boy," he says.

I clench and let some of his cum dribble out of my asshole.

"Yeahh, boy there we go," he says.

I clench again, and more come out. 

I wince.

"C'mon boy, c'mon" he slaps the side of my ass.

I wince and clench and let the rest of his cum spill out of my ass onto the cheap linoleum floor.

"Yeaaaahh boy, there we go!" he grunts, slapping my other cheek.

His warm cum slowly spews out and I hear some of it dribble to the floor as most runs down the front of the washing machine. 

"Good boy," he says as h lets go of my raised legs and steps away.

He steps into his shorts on the floor and pulls them back up, barely covering his still throbbing but drained cock. I hop off the machine, my ass throbbing, just as his cycle ends and the chime rings. 

"Right on time" he says, laughing. 

He pulls his warm clothes out of the machine and into his hamper. Hoisting it on his shoulder, he says, "Well, thanks!"

I kinda laugh, "Will I see you again?" I ask.

"When you do laundry" he winks and pushes open the door to leave.