The Maintenance Man

Mutual Pleasures in the Laundry Room

It had been a week.

I found myself again in the laundry room, doing my laundry, wearing my jock strap, sweatshirt, white socks and athletic shoes, looking for the maintenance man. I took the elevator down. Carrying my laundry I had a hard on; my cock was pushing hard on my job strap, but it felt exciting and enjoyable with my cock rubbing against my jock strap. I thought to myself the idea of having a hard on while doing laundry was normally ridiculous - but that this was not only okay, but fun. This was not normal - but I found myself liking it this way, showing off a little. I am normally not one to behalf this like, but I was finding this hot.

While the laundry was running, I walked about the basement floor, looking for the maintenance man. I found his office, with the light on - but the door was locked. Knocking on the door, I heard nothing, but the sound of a radio quietly playing. I returned back to the laundry, having no luck finding him. Disappointed, I sat down and started to read a book.

When the first load of laundry was done washing, I placed it in the dryer; still no sign. I sighed and returned back to my book. I was undeniably horny, but I learned that when you want it the most is when you wind up waiting the longest.

So I waited.

And sure enough I heard the soft footsteps. Looking up he came into the room with a slight smile, “doing laundry again, I see?”

“Oh, yeah. Exciting.”

“Hmm. Exciting, eh?” he said looking down at my jock strap with my cock trying to push through.

“Well, it could be. You have something else in mind?”

“Depends. What do you have?”

“Well,… I said coyly: I have a couple of things you might be interested in.”

“Really? Do tell.”

“First of all,” I said as I dropped my jock strap to my ankles and leaned back against a washer, I then asked, “How many fingers am I pointing up?”

Saying nothing, he smiled, stood very closely to me and grabbed my cock, running his hand up and down my shaft and then cupping and slightly squeezing my balls as I gasped. I looked up at him as he stood next to me, facing me closely My hips were moving involuntarily in response to his hand slowly stroking my cock as we stared into each other. I murmured, “Uh; Yesssss,..”

“I count one nice finger in my hand. Am I right?”

My eyes had closed; I whispered, “Yes!”

He then made his move, moving in to kiss me, his tongue going deep into my mouth and running over my teeth. Our bodies rubbed against each other as he continued to stroke me, until he pulled back, grabbed my wrists and pushed them behind my back, and slowly kneeled before me and put my cock into his mouth. This time, holding my hands in his strong grip he placed our hands behind and on my ass, and proceeded to work my cock even more, swirling his head all about as he went up and down my rock hard cock, driving my shaft down to his throat and back again, repeating over and over as I gasped, moaned and moved my hips more and more about, using my pelvis to give him more of me, my head thrown back and looking up to the florescent lighting of a basement laundry room during the early morning hours while being pleasured like no other time before. No one was around. No one could hear over the sound of the dryer and the washer with my other load working as well while, I was receiving yet another hot passionate blow job from someone I only had met once before. I looked down as he worked me, biting my lip as he looked up at me, not stopping, going even more as I found my wrists were not being let go: he wasn’t going to let me go until I surrendered and gave him some of myself to him.

Soon, my hips were going up and down and back and forth all around ever harder - and yet he kept on, not letting my cock escape his mouth, not stopping as I moaned and struggled against his strong hands holding my wrists. I shook my head back and forth, at first saying softly, “yes! Oh! Yes! Yes, Yes, YES, YES! AH FUCK! YEESS!” .. and I suddenly I give up and shot into him all that I had! My legs wide open as I could go, all body motion stopped, save for my hips moving horizontally into his mouth again, and again, and again,… pumping involuntary beyond any control until I could give no more and I merely collapsed into his arms. He stood up, wiping his mouth as I leaned heavily against the washer, trying to catch my breath. We said nothing for a moment, until he asked me,

“so,… you said that you had couple of things I might be interested in?”

I couldn’t say anything for a moment; but finally when I did I managed to whisper “yes, I have something else?”

A look of curiosity swept his face as he asked, “like what?”

Saying nothing, I slowly turned around, and bent over the washer, spending my legs wide and I rubbed my ass with my hands, all the while looking back at him.

No words were said as he unbuckled his pants, dropped his underwear and then pulled off his shirt, leaving only his t-shirt on. I turned around and could then see his muscular, well built body. I looked down to see his cock. It was not small: it was rather large,…

“yeah; it’s about 9 inches.”

My eyes opened wide. But before I could say anything he grabbed my hands and locked  them behind my back, quickly moving in as if in fear of me having second thoughts and with little warning, pushed his cock into me. I gave a start, “AH!” and moved about in a sight struggle. He whispered back, “sorry, I’ll go a little slower for you,..” and then started again, gradually working his way in. I haven’t had a cock for some time - especially one like his - and I was very tight. But the challenge didn’t stop him: if anything, he got even more excited as I could felt the growing difference in size as he started pushing in.

Bent over the washer, my legs wide open and my ass high, he tightly held my hands behind my back and while pushing into me, pulling ever so lightly on my hands back toward him, locking me in a position where I could do little save to moan: “UH! UH! NnnHUH!” as he penetrated me more and more. Soon, it was deep in and he was going ever faster. It was as if I had a metal rod - a piston - about 9 inches long and very wide being forced inside me; regular, unstopping and merciless. “Uh, Fuck! Yes,.. yes… I… oh… God…. sweet!… UUH!…” We both moved in time to his cock, ever pounding and not stopping. My wrists kept in place I was going nowhere: he was strong and he kept me in place - held in place the way he wanted me.

“Yes!… Fuck! .. Sweet…! …Uh!… Uh!… Uh!…Keep… moaning for me!…Oh,…God!…"

I then started to rotate my ass ever so slowly and then a little more, making his penetration longer and hotter: soon I heard him realize this: “What!… Huh!.. You’re…doing this… on purpose!…Damn you!!! I,… Uh,… UH… AH… O FUCK!!!….” As he then started to give in to his desire: “AHH! AHHH AHHH! OH! UH! Uh,.. Uh… Ahhhhhh,…” I could hear the sound of his cock shooting out as it spilled into my ass and felt the ooze running down my leg. I glanced behind me as he stood here, his eyes tightly closed with a grimace of ecstasy on his face. His hands soon released his grip on my wrists as I slowly moved them back to my side waiting for him to finish. In moments, he gently fell on top of me, his arms wrapped around my body as he murmured, “so fucking good,…” we stopped and laid there for a moment until finally he moved up.

I turned to him who still laying back on the washer, my legs still wide open. I noticed the my cock was also getting hard again; seeing this, he reached over and started stroking me again. In a minute my cock was hard again.

“So,... uh,... mmmm,....how was it?” I asked him as he continued stroking my cock.

Not taking his eyes off me he replied, “nice. Thanks for the gift.”

“No problem," I said, as I found my hips moving in time to his hands again.

Saying nothing he continued stroking me. Placing my hands on my ass I stood up closer to him, opened my legs wider and started to do a dance for him as he stroked me. Moving my hips around, while keeping my cock into his hand as he stroked me, I continued to dance for him. We said nothing and continued on. My dancing got more intense, keeping myself close to his hand as he worked his magic, I moved about, bouncing my hips around, pushing my pelvis in time to an unseen but yet shared music, keeping my hands to my ass and I danced about, whispering more and more, louder and louder, “yes!” “Uh!” “yes!”

Saying nothing he just continued on, the only motion his hand stroking my cock consistently and nonstop, not slowing down or losing contact: "please,.. don't stop!" I murmured. 

My dancing get more intense as I feel the pressure building and moving closer to the base of my cock and balls until he whispers to me with a low, harsh voice reflecting real passion: “time to milk you.”

I was triggered. In mere moments my eyes open wide as I leaned back as far as I could without falling, my legs wide open as they could be as I leaned backwards while my cock shoots out like an oil well, giving it all for him as I shot out into his hands, the floor - all over as I shout out nothing that could be understood other than “UHHHHH!”, shooting as much as I could again for him, shooting again, and again, and again, and then I managed a fourth time. I didn’t care where it went or how it end up where it did: it didn’t matter, I gave what I could as much as I could.

At that moment in time, it wouldn’t matter to me if we were caught in the basement, or if we are in front of a crowd: if he wanted it, I gave it to him then and there regardless; having witnesses wouldn't bother me. It was a powerful feeling - one that I never had before.

We stood there for a moment, he then walked over to the sink and rinsed his hands off while I stood there, with my legs weak. Walking back, he stood before me again, still naked, save for his t-shirt and muscular body - and his growing hard-on (again).

I looked down saying “oh, fuck; awesome!” But before I could say anything else, he replied,:

“No problem,..” and then lifted me up onto the washer, lifting my legs and grabbing my ankles and then with no warning pushed his cock again into me. But this time it was much quicker. Locking me in place by grabbing my ankles he pounded me with a powerful push, pushing into his full weight and power, totaling catching me off guard as he fucked with the desire and power of a madman. My ass was still wide and now well lubricated. This time, in mere minutes he shot into me, grimacing with a look of total desire and a deep “UHHHHHH!” “UUHHHHHH!” UHHH FUCK YES!” I heard again the song of cum coming out as he leaned over me, breathing deeply and rapidly.

For the next minute or so, we laid there, on top of the washer machine; like the machines, we too were going through our cycles, saying nothing but resting for the moment afterwards.

“You’re fucking hot,” he whispers to me.

“I was going to say the same for you.”

“You know, next time we can meet other than the laundry room.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

“Your place or mine?”

“Does it really matter?” I said.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Good, I replied; I don’t want to wait another week for laundry day.”

He merely smiled, saying "I something in mind you might like to try,..."