Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 15:10:47 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: 24HR COIN LAUNDRY

24-HOUR COIN LAUNDRY

Tin Cup, Wyoming
June 2006

Tin Cup is a small, mountain town with three streets running in a
north-south direction -- Main Street with West A Street to the West
and East A Street to the East.

Main Street has a mix of both commercial and residential buildings
scattered along its mile long length. There are even a few churches
and bars -- more bars than churches, by the way.  My dad's 24-hour
coin laundry is toward the south end of Main, on the west side of the
street.  My dad owns the building.  The laundry is twelve feet wide by
forty feet in length.  In the same building is a twenty-four feet wide
rental space occupied by a realtor that also sells insurance.

The laundry has a vending machine that dispenses four quarters for a
dollar bill, plus machines for soap, soft drinks and candy bars.
Behind the laundry is a storage room for supplies and the hot water
heaters.  In back of the storage room is our apartment that is up a
half-flight of stairs with another exit in the back that, because of the
slope of the land, has a full-flight of stairs.  The apartment is a thirty-
six by thirty-six feet square space with large windows that afford a
magnificent view of the mountains to the west. It is one room except
for a square room in the center that contains a bath, clothes closet
and a storage/utility room.  All living functions are areas rather than
rooms.

My name is Joey Blake and my dad's is John.  We live alone in the
apartment.  I'm seventeen and just graduated from high school the
first of the month.   I'm gay, or at least I think I am.  If I am, I'm
pretty
certain that I'm the only one in town who is.  You can imagine how
frustrating that is for me.  My dad and I aren't what you would call
"close" but I don't think he is gay and I dread the day he finds out
about me.

We live an organized but dull life.  The laundry needs little attention
until around 10 PM when business slows down then picks back up
somewhat later on.  One or the other of us runs errands during the
day, we eat supper then watch TV until 10 o-clock when we go down
stairs, clean the machines, scrub the floor, restock all the vending
machines and empty the coins from them in plastic buckets, put them
in coin rolls and then in the floor safe under the bedroom area's rug.

One morning a week ago my dad received a phone call from Britain.
I knew it was bad news from the way he initially responded.  It was
his mother calling to tell him that his twin sister had died in the
hospital last night from a blood clot that had developed after an
operation.  He'd been home last summer so his passport was still
valid.  I drove him to the nearest airport where he could catch a plane
to Denver and from there an overseas flight to London.

He gave me one of his credit cards, told me to deposit the laundry
receipts on Mondays and Thursdays, keeping back what I needed
and log everything it in the record books.  Too, feel free to call him at
his mother's anytime, remembering there was an eight-hour
difference in time zones, unless it was an emergency.

The very next day I ordered two porno films off the Internet. Did I ever
have a couple of good jack off sessions and wild climaxes watching
them.  They were the first I'd ever seen.  One night, watching them
for the second or third time, I heard a ruckus in the laundry over the
intercom system that connected the apartment to the laundry for
security reasons.  It was 2:30 AM -- half an hour after the bars closed.

I put on my pants, grabbed my cell phone and went down to see if it
was unimportant or if I should call 911.  The door between the
storage room and laundry was a metal door and doorframe with an
apartment door type peephole so you could see who was on the
other side before opening it.  My dad had watched a guy fucking
either his girl friend or a female customer through the hole one night.
What I saw was even better so I opened the door to get a better look.
In the laundry room was a man in his late twenties with brown, semi-
curly hair, slender but solid, and he was completely naked. My eyes
immediately fixated onto his cock -- an eight-inch, flaccid,
circumcised, smooth piece of meat hanging straight down from his
crotch, in front of a couple of low hangers.  The flesh-pink color of his
cockhead was what fascinated me the most -- after the length of his
shaft and the fact that his body was practically hairless and his cock
and balls were both shaved, which I'd seen in my porno films and
liked, especially on guys with big cocks.

It was obvious he'd come straight from one of the bars to the laundry;
he was as drunk as a skunk.

"Where are your clothes?"

"I put them in two machines and they don't work."

"Did you put quarters in the machines?"

"I put a quarter in each one."

"You have to put four in each one before they'll work but don't put
anymore in!"

"Why?"

"Because the local Sheriff's Department comes in here three times
every night."

"Shit!"

"Shit is right.  You better come upstairs with me.  I'll come down later,
do your laundry and bring it up to you.  Do you have a billfold?"

"I put it in one of my shoes there on the table."

I took his shoes and helped him up the stairs.  The first thing he said
was "You have any beer?"

I grabbed two from the fridge and we sat at the table in the kitchen
area.  He was halfway though his when he asked where the
bathroom was.  I kept an eye on him.  I heard him taking a leak, as he
didn't bother to close the door.  When he'd finished he came back
out, leaving the light on, and passed out on my dad's, unmade,
double bed. Although I slept on a studio couch in the living area, I
knew that tonight I was going to be sleeping with that big dicked stud
and I couldn't think of anything that would have excited me more.  I
couldn't resist so I sat down on the edge of the bed beside him,
before I even went downstairs to take care of his clothes.  I put my
hand under it and lifted it up, off of his body.   It was weighty as well
as big.  I hadn't even realized that big cocks could have weight and I
wondered how big it got when it erected and if I could make it erect
while he was asleep.  I decided, however, to go down and wash and
dry his clothes knowing if I started messing with him right now I'd
never get his washing done.  I left the two lights on that were already
on -- the bathroom light and the floor lamp in the living room.  I put
more quarters in the two washers where he'd loaded his clothes,
noted the time and went back upstairs.  There was no way I could
resist waiting until his clothes were finished to get back to his cock.

Once I was in bed with him, I started feeling up both his cock and his
balls and got him to full erection.  It didn't grow much, if any in length
but got, first, a little fatter and then harder the more I played with it.
Before I'd even started I thought to myself that I'd better take it easy
with him because I sure didn't want him to wake up and catch me.  It
was a good idea but it slipped into the back recesses of my mind
when he got hard and I completely forgot about it when I got hard
myself and decided to suck him.

Shit, I couldn't believe it and there's no way I can explain it to you in
words.  But, I knew those guys in porno films always juiced big time
when they climaxed and I equated their doing so to the size of their
meat.  It seemed logical to me -- you know -- a big cock equals a big
load was my teen-age reasoning.  When I climaxed there was nothing
I could do about it.  My dick jerked around like it had never done
before and I was in the midst of the most intense climax I'd ever had
when his dick started pumping hot, sticky cum out of his piss slit.  I
didn't have time to pull off so it all flowed into my mouth.   That was
all right, too.  I liked it.

I collected his laundry, folded it and left it in the storage room, turned
out the lights and returned to bed.  I tried to go to sleep but that was
out of the question.  I couldn't leave that big cock alone -- I couldn't
keep my hands off of it. I held it, I rubbed by finger over his piss slit, I
sucked on it again, I even smelled it.  I was glad he was still asleep
and at the same time I wished he was awake, liked what I was doing
and would wrap his long, slim fingers around my cock and open
mouthed kiss me.  He stirred and threw a leg over my thigh and one
of his arms around me.  It was like magic -- I finally fell asleep.  I slept
soundly even though I had very realistic dreams of having sex with
him.

Since school ended I'd been sleeping later than usual, but never
beyond noon.  When I finally woke up and looked at the digital clock
on the nightstand beside the bed -- it was fifteen minutes past noon.  I
jumped out of bed, put on a pot of coffee, took a quick shower and
put on my terrycloth bathrobe. I was trying to decide what to fix for
breakfast to go with bacon and eggs and had just decided to make a
fresh fruit salad when he walked in the kitchen.

"I've never been so embarrassed in my life -- I don't know where I am
or how I got here and your clock reads that it's after noon."

"No need to be embarrassed.  You're in my apartment above the 24
hr. laundry.  I went downstairs about 2:30 this morning and you'd
evidently come straight here from one of the bars or beer joints -- you
were naked and I had you come up here because the Sheriff's Office
checks the laundry out pretty often at night.  I finished your laundry
and bagged it.  It's downstairs in the storage room, so it's safe.  Your
billfold is in one of your shoes in the bedroom area.  My name, by the
way, is Joey Blake."  He extended his hand and introduced himself as
Kurt Jennings and then apologized.

"Want a cup of coffee, Kurt?"

"Later with breakfast but I think I need a beer to get rid of the
cobwebs first."  He didn't as yet have his clothes, so he pulled a chair
from the edge of the table and turned it to face me in the kitchen area
before sitting down, naked.  I poured myself some coffee, pulled out
another chair, scooted it to the corner of the small table, facing him at
ninety degrees and kept sneaking glances at his big cock, as he
talked.  I asked him if he wanted some Aspirin and he replied, "After
breakfast."  We talked until I told him that the blue towel in the
bathroom was for him to use if he wanted to shower, which he did.

I made the fruit salad, fried the bacon and scrambled some eggs.  It
was ready to eat when he came out of the bathroom, not with the
blue towel around this waist but around his neck.  I was going to be
fucking crazy by the time he left.

We were near to finishing, so I told him I'd go down and get his
laundry.  He responded, "Joey just bring me some sweat cocks, a
pair of boxers, a T-shirt and a pair on blue jeans.  If you don't mind I'd
like to leave my laundry here and I'll pick it up after work tonight, if
you don't mind."

"What kind of work do you do?"

"I'm a carpenter, I came up here from Denver to work on the school
addition but after it was finished I hadn't saved enough to go home
and couldn't find anything else to do.  Now, starting at 5 PM, I clean
the bank, then the four offices on the second floor and finally the
telephone company office.  It isn't much but I get free room and board
for other services, so I want to leave soon to go by there as I'm
unhappy with the arrangement."

I jacked off around mid afternoon and again watching a porno film just
before going down to clean the laundry.  I realized both times that I
was remembering Kurt rather than concentrating on the videos.  Kurt
didn't show until 10 PM, with a big backpack strapped over his
shoulders.  I'd told him about the gate in the front fence that accessed
the garage and the walk beside the garage to the rear stairs and told
him I'd leave the flood light on in back.

He'd had a few drinks, but wasn't wasted. I knew because I could
smell liquor on his breath.   When be put his backpack down he
asked if I'd eaten. I told him I had but I'd fix him something if he were
hungry. He asked if I had a car and would mind taking him to the
South End Bar and Grill that was open all night.  I knew I could get in
the café side of the place, so I got the car out of the garage.

He ordered bourbon on the rocks and a country fried steak and had a
couple of more drinks before we left.  I had a piece of apple pie a la
mode.

The place had only one or two, late travelers on Hwy. 89 and we sat
way in the back and talked very quietly.  He started by telling me he
had a favor to ask.  I didn't have any idea what was coming up but I
said, "OK" and he started a long story before he got to the favor.

"Remember I left early to go to work, so I could go by where I room
and board?  Well I got hooked up at this place after meeting a man
and his wife in the Elkhorn Saloon one night, soon after the school
addition was finished and I was out of work.  They live over on East A
and are both beyond obese -- that the only kind way I can describe
them. They are both so obese that they can't engage in sex and the
problem is compounded because he has a baby's penis.  Later in the
evening we went to their house for a few drinks and the evening
ended up with the three of us having sex together.   I even had a hard
time getting in her.  The guy had her lie atop a table but she had so
much fat on her stomach, buttocks and thighs that I could only get
about half of my tube in her.  The guy sucked her tits while I fucked
her and she screamed her fucking head off."

"Holy shit, weren't you afraid you'd get her pregnant, or get AIDS?"

"She hadn't been fucked for years and none had developed.  Too, I
wore protection.  And, to complete the story, I told them to kiss my
dick good by today and now I don't have a place to live and so I'm
asking you if I could crash at your place for a couple of nights?"

"Before you asked me your question you told me a story.  Before I
answer, I think I better tell you a story.  My dad is in Britain until
September, there is a single bed made up for a lounge in the living
room that I could sleep on, I have money and food would not be a
problem.  The only problem I have is me."

"I don't understand what you mean?"

"I graduated from high school the first of the month.  I've thought I
was gay for a long time but I found out for sure last night in bed with
you.  I saw you naked in the laundry and my eyes couldn't quit
looking at you big cock.  In bed I couldn't resist playing with it.  I'm
sorry.  I apologize. And, I don't think you would be happy living with
me. Otherwise, I'd really like to have you."


By this time I was near tears and Kurt must have sensed it as he got
up, came around to my side of the booth and said "Scoot over."