Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2008 22:53:49 -0800 (PST) From: wagstories@yahoo.com Subject: Doing Laundry After years of ready nifty stories I finally decided to write one. I appreciate any feedback at wagstories@yahoo.com. The usual disclaimers apply: if you are too young to read this or offended by gay sex please move on. The rest of you: please enjoy! Doing Laundry by Wag It was Sunday afternoon and time to do laundry again. I live in an apartment building in LA, so that meant hauling two loads of clothes down to the basement laundry room. The one good thing about doing laundry was I always seemed to run into my hot neighbor Ben. Ben is 33, 6'1, about 195lbs, has great blue eyes, brown hair, and a great ass. He lives two doors down the hall from me with his boyfriend Scott. Or is it Sean? Something with an "s". He's not as hot as Ben, so I don't notice him much. Ben on the hand was the focus of many a jack off fantasy. On the top of that he was a genuinely nice guy. Everyone else in the building kept to themselves. But Ben was always warm and friendly. When we would bump into each other in the laundry room, he always struck up a conversation. I sometimes wondered if he was flirting with me, but since he had a boyfriend I decided he was just being friendly. I hauled my overflowing basket into the laundry room only to see that all three washers were being used. Damn. Luckily they'd be done in a minute or so. I was preparing to wait when who should walk through the door but Ben of course. "Hey Jeff," Ben exclaimed as he walked in. By the way, I'm Jeff. 29, 5'10, 170lb, medium build, dark hair/eyes. Back to Ben. He was wearing a t-shirt and kaki shorts. It was still warm out. I'm glad because I loved seeing his hairy muscular legs in those shorts. And his arms were amazing too. "Hey, Ben. So that's your stuff in there," I said. All three machines stopped at the same time. "Yeah." He started pulling clothes out of the machines. "I hate making people wait, so I set my watch," he added. Such a considerate guy. I waited for him to finish unloading his machines. It gave me a chance to check out the sexy boxer briefs he was putting in the dryer. I'd love to see those on him....or off. "How you been, man?" Ben asked. As he unloaded more stuff. "Good. Same old, same old. And you?" I asked. "Pretty good," Ben answered. He smiled. Such a sexy smile. "How's your boyfriend?" I inquired, not really caring. "Mike's good." Oh, I was off on that one. "He's out running errands. I'll be home alone all afternoon," he said. We locked eyes for a second. Was he insinuating something? I'm always so off about those things. Ben turned back to his dryers. Put in some quarters. "Well, I'll see you back here in exactly 45 minutes," he joked. We both laughed. As he was walking out, I checked out his nice beefy ass. Ben turned back. I quickly turned away. Hope he didn't catch me. I finished loading my machines. I was horny as fuck from my all too brief Ben encounter. I went back to my apartment and sat down at my computer. I had time to kill and a hard dick. I clicked on my favorite amateur porn site, looking for the model that reminded me of Ben. Almost as good as seeing my favorite neighbor naked. I loaded Faux Ben's movie and unzipped. My right hand instantly stroked my 7 inch cut dick. Images of Ben flashed through my mind as I pushed my shorts down my legs. My legs spread wide as I jacked my cock in earnest. My left hand squeezed my balls. I pictured Ben doing the same thing as he was waiting on his own laundry. I must have really gotten into it because the next thing I know I'm looking at the clock and it's 45 minutes later. Fuck. I had to put my clothes in the dryer. And I didn't want to miss seeing Ben again. I quickly stuffed my dick back into my briefs and zipped up. Grabbing some dryer sheets, I rushed out my apartment door. When I got into the laundry room Ben was just finishing throwing his stuff into his basket. "Hey, man. Perfect timing. They're all yours," Ben said. Damn, he's already done. No chat time for me. "Thanks, neighbor," I said grinning. Ben squeezed past me on his way to the door. I thought I saw him glance at the front of my shorts. My cock was still half-hard from jacking it earlier. I smiled to myself. "Have fun," Ben said with a wink. And he was out the door. I sighed. I quickly grabbed my wet clothes out of the washer wanting to get back upstairs to my solo fun. I was about to throw my darks in a dryer when I noticed something was already in there: a pair of Ben's sexy boxer briefs. I set my stuff down and picked up his shorts. I had two choices. I could keep the briefs and use them to finish myself off. Or I could be a good neighbor and return them. Decisions, decisions. I decided it was better to be the good guy and return them. Plus I'd be able to put in some more face time with Ben. But first I put my face in those boxer briefs. Took a good whiff. Unfortunately they just smelled like fabric softener. I walked down the hallway on our floor and knocked on Ben's door. I heard him wrapping up a conversation on the phone before he answered. "Hey, Jeff. What's up?" he asked. "You left these in the dryer downstairs," I said as I presented the boxer briefs. "Oh, must have missed a pair." He reached out and took the briefs from me, holding on to my hand a second longer than necessary. "Thanks," he said. We locked eyes again. "No problem. We'll I'll catch you later," I said. "That was Mike on the phone. He's coming back early," Ben said. "Cool. Tell him I said..." "So we'll have to be quick" Ben explained. He yanked me inside. Ben slammed the door behind me and threw me up against it. Before I could react, his mouth was covering mine. He opened his as I opened mine. His tongue snaked inside. I couldn't believe it, but I was damn sure going along with it. Ben ground me into the door with his body. My hands were feeling up his arms, going up his t-shirt, feeling his sweaty hairy chest. He suddenly broke the kiss and yanked off his shirt and then mine. I stared at the hairy, muscular chest I'd been fantasizing about seeing for six months. We kissed again. My hand went down his chest to the top of his shorts. I had to get in there. I undid the button and then unzipped. I shoved my hand inside. Fuck he was hung. It looked like it was 8.5 inches, cut, and thick. Fuck me. I pulled away from him and got down on my knees. We were still in the front entrance by the door. It felt strange not to be doing this in bed, but also very hot at the same time. His boyfriend was on his way home and I was about to blow Ben at the front door. He looked down at me as I yanked his shorts and underwear down. That incredible dick fell out, hanging in mid-air. I took in the sight and smell of it. Pulled on it. It felt so hard in my hands. Ben put his hand on the back of my head, nodded at me. I didn't need to be told. I leaned forward and engulfed his cock. "Yeah, man. Take it!" he ordered. I started sucking his meat. Going up and down on it. Playing with his balls. I didn't know how long we had before what's-his-name got back so I was being quick. I wanted to get him off. Make him cum harder than his boyfriend could. Ben rubbed the back of my head as I took him deep into my mouth. I heard him grunting above me, getting close. My hands squeezed his ass as I pulled him into me. "I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?" he moaned. I pulled off his cock and started stroking it fast. "On my face" I said. I'd never done that before, but had always wanted to. Why not now with Ben? Suddenly his orgasm overtook him. "Fuck!" he yelled. I aimed his cock as my face. The first rope hit me in the forehead. It felt so warm. The next one landed under my right eye, nearly blinding me. The third shot landed across my lips. I stuck out my tongue, licked it up. He tasted bittersweet. A little more dribbled out of his piss hole. Damn, he came a lot. He staggered back, braced himself against wall. He was breathing hard. He looked down at the tent in my shorts. "Your turn," Ben said. I had completely forgotten about my cock. Now it seemed painfully hard. Ben pulled me to my feet. He ripped open my shorts and grabbed my aching cock. Jerking it. I felt his cum dripping down my face. He licked it up as he stroked me. I knew it wouldn't take long. Ben kissed me right as I started to cum. I moaned into his mouth as I shot. I felt some hit my leg. I held onto him for support as I emptied my balls. We broke the kiss. "Damn, neighbor!" Ben exclaimed. We both laughed. "Glad I brought those shorts by," I said. "Me too." He picked up the briefs and used them to clean up all the cum. We pulled on our clothes. Ben looked at his watch. "Sorry to kick you out, but Mike will be here soon," he said. "I understand," I said. I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Let's do this again we have more time" Ben said. "Definitely," I replied. I was about to leave when Ben stopped me. "Why don't you keep these" Ben said handing me the cum-covered briefs. We shared another smile. I walked outside holding my prize. Took a good whiff. Don't think I'll be washing these. Let me know what you guys think of my first attempt (especially if you got off). wagstories@yahoo.com. Thanks