Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2009 19:37:14 +0100
From: sinik ty <sinikty@gmail.com>
Subject: Late Night at the Laundromat, part one

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     It was time.  I had to do some laundry.  I couldn't wear any of my
pants one more time to work.  And I was down to the second to last pair of
underwear.  Laundry was the least favorite of my chores, probably because I
always wait until I have four or five loads to do.  At least the laundromat
was only a couple doors down.

     I preferred to use the laundromat rather than the laundry room in the
basement of my building.  It usually had many available machines,
especially later at night.  Since it was Sunday, and after 10p.m., I
figured I would have no problem getting all the loads into different
machines at the same time, and be done by midnight.

     My building has a few usurped shopping carts, so I loaded one I found
a couple floors down with my heaps of dirty clothes, sheets, towels, soap
and fabric softener.  I felt kind of like a bag lady or something carting
all that, but luckily, there weren't many people out, and I didn't run into
anyone in the cramped and dingy elevator.

     When I pushed my cart into the laundromat, I was relieved to find
almost all the machines available, except for a couple washers and four
dryers being used by the other two patrons.  I quickly got five machines
going and poured soap into all of them.  I sorted my clothes as I went, and
soon enough, I was free to sit down in the lounge area and wait.  The
t.v. was on to a news program, which was fine with me.  I don't usually
watch any news, so it really was all new to me.  One other guy was
watching, a middle-aged- looking black guy with the slightest hint of grey
in his stubble and wearing a baseball cap.  He was wearing a blue t-shirt
and cut-off sweat pants, and had his feet on the coffee table, and his arms
crossed on his chest.  He had nice arms, I thought, even for a middle-aged
guy.  Couldn't tell much else about him in his reclined position.  The
other patron was an older Hispanic lady, grown out brown dye-job with about
an inch of pewter gray hair showing around her forehead, as she had her
hair pulled back in a barrett.  She stood in front of her dryers, waiting
for them to finish, looking a little protective of both herself and her
clothes.

     I watched a couple of stories about a new company setting up a plant
nearby, a neighborhood complaining about some guy's front-yard garden, and
the weather.  The other guy just kept his eyes on the set, not even seeming
to notice me.  The Latina's dryers stopped and she hurriedly folded the two
loads on the formica counter and put them into her laundry baskets.  My
fellow t.v. watcher uncrossed his ankles and then re-crossed them with the
other foot on top.  Apparently this move made him uncomfortable though,
because he then parted his knees and thighs and with a glance toward the
Latina, he adjusted his cock.  His movement caught my attention, probably
because it wasn't just a casual nudge of his penis to the side.  It was
actually almost a grab of a massive piece from between his thighs to rest
on top of his left leg, which he crossed over his right leg.  From my
vantage point, he had quite a package.  He caught me looking as he brought
his attention back to the t.v.  Our eyes met for the briefest second before
I quickly looked back to the screen, not wanting to invite any potential
animosity.

     A few minutes later, I heard the bells chime at the front door and saw
the Latina maneuvering her two baskets tied to her rolling shopping cart
onto the sidewalk and out of sight.  I got up and walked to my washers to
check how much time was left.  They were all entering the rinse cycle -
about ten more minutes.  The other guy must have gotten there shortly
before I did, because his three washers buzzed as I was sitting back down
in the lounge.  He cleared his throat as he unfolded his arms, uncrossed
and spread his legs and slowly put his feet onto the floor.  I couldn't
help but watch his penis swing and sway in his loose sweat pants as he
passed right in front of me to go unload his washers.  It was impressive,
and I wondered what it would be like to freeball in loose pants with such a
big dick.  He must live nearby, I thought.  Not many guys would venture too
far so casually.

     I hardly ever went freeballing myself.  Even though I wasn't hung like
this guy apparently was, I felt odd when my penis would shift so easily,
back and forth, almost always ending up in a position where I felt I had to
adjust it when I sat down.  I was also a bit nervous to get a spontaneous
erection.  My cock tends to stick straight out when it's hard, and that
would definitely require an adjustment if I were to go without underwear.
I guess I hadn't been too adventurous in my twenty-seven years.  Maybe when
I reached his age, I wouldn't be as self-conscious.

     From where I was sitting, directly facing the t.v., I didn't have a
great view of the washers, which were to my right and a bit behind me.  It
would be too obvious to turn and watch him.  So I waited until he moved
each of his loads to the dryers, on the next aisle, directly to my right.
That way, I could get a good profile shot.  He moved his first load to a
dryer about halfway down the aisle on the lower row and inserted his
quarters.  Then he went back for the second load.  I couldn't tell, but I
got the feeling he was looking in my direction.  My peripheral vision
wasn't the greatest with my glasses on.  He could've just been looking over
at the t.v., as the sports segment was now on.  He returned to the dryer
aisle, and shoved his second load into an open dryer directly above the
first one he used.  I watched him, and saw his penis bounce in his pants as
he pushed the bundle of wet clothes through the narrow front-loader door.
I could feel myself get a little stiff.  His dick was so heavy it seemed
like a regularly hung guy was doing the same thing only naked.  He caught
me looking again as he shut the dryer door and put in his quarters.  I
turned back to the t.v. as casually as I could, but I could feel him
looking toward the lounge as he returned to the washer aisle for the last
load.

     When he returned to the dryer aisle with his last load, he didn't go
to a dryer near the other two he had started.  He stopped at the first set
of dryers next to the lounge and nudged open the top dryer door.  Once he
had gotten all his clothes into it, he reached into the right pocket of his
sweat pants, angling his front toward me, and after some digging, which
sent his waist band down to his pubes, and looking over at me to see if I
was watching, he dug out two quarters.  I did notice what he was doing
since he was only about five feet away from me, but I tried to hold onto a
sense of indifference.  Since the dryers were a dollar, he needed two more
quarters, which sent his left hand into his other pocket.  This time, he
found the quarters he needed quickly, and then, turning to face me, from
the inside of the sweatpants he tugged them down with his left hand and
with his right, just pulled his penis and balls out, tucking the waistband
underneath them.  I couldn't help but look, knowing now he was doing this
for me.  My penis instantly hardened inside my jeans, and since I was
tucked into my tighty-whities, bulged a little bit in its restraint.  I saw
the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he turned profile to me, facing
the dryer.  His flaccid cock hung over his pants and balls and seemed a
good seven inches, super heavy and thick.  He inserted the last two
quarters and started the dryer.

	"Isn't that what you wanted to see?" he asked without looking at
me, walking between me and the t.v. to sit down where he was before.  He
had tucked his dick and balls back into his shorts, pulling his waistband
up as he came back from the dryer.

	"Uh...yeah, I guess I was curious," I said.  I wasn't sure how far
this would go.  He was obviously proud of his equipment, but he wasn't
springing a hard-on, and I did notice a ring on his left hand.  I didn't
want to say too much.  I was never one to come on too strong.  Cautiousness
seemed to always be a bit more comfortable for me.

	He had settled himself into his same seat with his feet on the
floor, looking up at the t.v.  He didn't appear to want to continue making
conversation, whether it be about his dick or otherwise.  So I took the cue
and remained silent.  It kind of bothered me though.  I knew there must be
some interest on his part, or he wouldn't have shown me.  Maybe I should
just ask to see it again, I thought.  The worst he could say was "no".

	"I don't mind showin' off a bit.  It's nice to be appreciated," he
said, as if he read my mind.  "Can almost always count on gay guys to like
what I got."

	I wasn't offended or even surprised that he had pegged me.  He did
catch me checking him out.

	"Doesn't your wife?" I asked, indicating the ring on his finger.

	He chuckled with his hand in front his mouth.  "You think I'm still
married doing laundry down here?  I just can't get the thing off my finger.
Been eleven years."

	"Can't you have a jeweler cut the band?"

	"Nah.  It keeps me safe from the others.  Once was enough for me,"
he said.

	"So?" I said after a couple moments of top stories' recaps.

	" `So' what?" he asked, turning his head to face me.  After a few
beats of almost uncomfortable eye contact, he said, "The first show's free.
You gotta ask for the second."

	"Can I see it again?" I acquiesced.

	He sat up in his chair and looked past me down the aisle to the
front door.  Then he put his right foot on the chair next to his, with his
knee bent over the arms.  His crotch was now in plain view for me, as he
spread his left leg wider.  I could see the bulges his dick and balls made
as they hung low between his legs.  With his left hand, he tugged his right
pant leg down to his crotch and pulled his penis and balls out with his
right hand, securing the loose material behind them.  He pulled on them so
as to arrange them comfortably and let me take in the sight.  He really was
quite big, and he didn't appear to be hard at all.  His soft dick couldn't
have been much smaller than mine was erect.  Which mine was now.  I had to
fight off the urge to touch myself, to adjust my swollen dick.

	"You must be very proud," I said facetiously as he chuckled again.
"I think it looked even better when you were standing though."

	"Uh-hunh," he said knowingly as he obliged by standing up.  His
pant leg dropped to cover his gear.  He glanced again at the doors as he
took a couple steps toward me, positioning himself at the end of the row of
machines, so his lower half couldn't be seen by anyone passing or coming
in.  He was now facing me, and and tugging his sweats shorts over his
buttocks, exposing his tightly curled pubic hair.  Once his shorts had
cleared his ass, they slid easily to the floor and he stood before me naked
from the waist down.  The bottom of his dark blue t-shirt hung to his hips,
and looking at a nearly flat stomach and thick thighs, I again thought how
good of shape he was in.  His skin was dark mocha, lighter from lack of
sun-exposure in the groin area.  I noticed that not even the skin on his
penis was at all ashy.  He had slightly hairy legs, and overall, I found
him a very attractive man.

	"Very nice," was all I could think of to say.  He chuckled again.
I liked his good- naturedness.  "Does it get a lot bigger?" I managed to
ask.

	"You could say that," he replied.

	"Can I see that too?"

	"Why not?" he asked encouragingly.

	I reached out with my right hand and lifted his penis with my thumb
underneath and my fingers on top.  I squeezed and pulled a bit, feeling its
heft and weight.  Before I had time to think much, my desire took over and
I had him in my mouth.  I pulled his dick all the way in with suction and
applied pressure with my tongue.  Then I pulled it back out with my hands
and slid it back in again.  I had been able to arouse quite a few guys
through oral alone, and I did begin to feel his dick swell a bit as I gave
him head.  I didn't hear any sounds from him and when I looked up at him,
he smiled down at me, but gave me no other encouragement.  After a couple
more minutes of sucking him, and no further hardening of his dick, I began
to wonder if either I just wasn't doing it for him or if he had an
impotency problem.  I gave a last strong effort with more pumping and
faster sliding in and out, but to no avail.  Trying not to seem defeated or
disappointed, I pulled off of his dick with a few final licks and pumps.  I
had managed to increase its size by an inch or so in length and a bit more
girth, but it didn't seem like he was fully hard.  I looked at him again,
putting on a satisfied face, but I obviously didn't fool him.

	He chuckled a little and then said, "Don't worry, man.  Blow jobs
just haven't ever done the trick for me.  You're gonna have to stand up."

	I realized that while I was giving him head, I hadn't even taken my
own dick out.  I had just been massaging it through my pants.  As I stood
up, I nearly met his height with my own.  But comparing myself to him now,
he and I could both see he was the bigger man, and although he didn't know
it for sure yet, in all ways.  I wasn't small by any means in penis size.
I was happy with my just-over eight inches.  Long enough and thick enough
to impress more than few.  I was leaner than him body-wise, but not skinny.
My stomach was a bit flatter, abs more defined, but he definitely had nicer
legs than I did.  I thought that maybe he just wanted to see what was
underneath my clothes to get turned on.  I was partially right.

	"Now you show me," he said.

	I began to undo my jeans, facing him, ready to show him my now
raging hard-on.  He put both hands on my shoulders and turned me around.
"Now, keep going," he said.

	He apparently was an ass man.  From the bike riding and walking I
did, my ass was pretty nice, almost a bubble butt.  With a glance toward
the door, I dropped my jeans to reveal my ass, covered in my tighty whities
to him.

	"Keep going," he said.

	I tugged my shorts down, ass first, easing the waistband over the
head of my dick.  Once they reached the middle of my thighs, they slid
easily down to my ankles where my jeans were still wrapped.

	"Nice," he almost purred.  He cupped my right ass cheek in his hand
and squeezed it, then both at the same time.  Then I felt his fingers in
between my buttocks, running through the fuzz.  He ran his fingers up and
down a few times times, then dug his middle finger right to my hole.  He
toyed with my asshole, testing my sensitivity.  I obliged with a
closed-mouth moan to encourage him.  He pulled his hand away and stuck his
middle finger into his mouth, getting a glob of spit to use as lubricant.
When he reached back down, I could feel his warm saliva coat my hole and
his finger loosen me up a bit.  He worked his spit into my anus with his
finger, pushing in the tip in and out.  When it dried a bit, he replenished
it with more until he had lubed me enough to insert his finger to the
second knuckle.  He moved his body closer to mine so that his front side
was now pressed up against my left side.  His cock was now in view against
the front of my left thigh, and it had grown.  It was now a good ten
inches, thick as a beer bottle, and stood out from his body out a downward
angle.  It was incredible.  From this angle, he could not only show me his
thick, hardening cock, but could also burrow his finger deeper into my ass.
I could feel him finger fuck me, wiggling his finger when he was inside,
loosening me up.

	I reached over with my left hand and wrapped it around his shaft.
It was heavy and thick and felt great.  I squeezed it and felt the flesh
give somewhat.  He wasn't fully hard.  "Wow," was all I could say.

	"You're a good cocksucker, but we like this better," he playfully
said, speaking for himself and his hardening dick while he fingered my
hole.

	"I can tell," I replied, squeezing his cock, while tightening my
ass around his finger.

       His saliva had dried again, and as he pulled his finger slowly from
my hole, he said, "You better bend over."

       I knew I wasn't ready to take his cock yet, and I think he could
tell his suggestion made me nervous by the look in my eyes.  "Don't worry,"
he laughed, "we aren't ready yet either."  He pointed to the chair back
right behind me as he turned me around.  I grabbed the top of it and
stepped out of my pants, tugging my shorts off.  After I dropped them on
the floor, I stepped back a couple of steps and bent over.  He got behind
me and got down on his knees.

       "That's what I'm talking about," he said as he parted my ass cheeks
with both hands, exposing my fuzzy ass hole.  He flicked my hole a few
times with his finger, then went after it with his mouth.  He clearly liked
to eat ass.  I could hear him moaning as I felt his tongue dip into my
hole, pushing open my sphincter with each jab.  Occasionally, he'd back out
and slurp all around my hole, wetting my whole crack.  I love to have my
ass eaten, and I couldn't stifle my own moans as he expertly tongue and
finger fucked me.  I gave in to the pleasure and ignored my shaking legs as
he knelt at my hole for more than fifteen minutes.  When he'd backed his
mouth away and spit onto his three fingers, I finally opened my eyes during
the pause.  I'd been resting my forehead on my crossed arms on the back of
the chair, and when I looked down and back through my legs, I saw his
engorged monster now at an almost perpendicular angle to his body.  It was
bigger than I thought a dick could get.  It must have been two inches
longer than the last time I saw it and held it in my hands.  His dick head
was like a plum, with the thickest part of the shaft directly behind his
glans.

       I felt his three fingers slide into me and twist and then out again.
He didn't even handle his own cock.  He was squeezing and pulling my left
ass cheek to expose my hole so he could work his fingers inside me.  I
closed my eyes again and focused on relaxing my anus and sphincter muscles.
I heard him spit onto his fingers four more times and insert them into my
ass.  I knew he was preparing me to take his huge dick and I did everything
I could to relax and help him.  I had stopped jacking my own dick, feeling
too close to cumming with the anticipation of getting fucked by this
totally hot man who had just spent more than twenty minutes now loosening
me up and turning me on, so he could get what he ultimately wanted, an ass
to fill with his huge cock.

       With his slick fingers still inside of me, I heard him spit again.
I opened my eyes to see him finally touching himself as his began to lube
his cock with his saliva.  He dropped two more large globs of spit onto his
cock head, cupping it with his left hand.  He worked his knob over until it
glistened, and stood up.  His right hand still had his index, middle and
ring finger inside me and he wiggled them, vibrating my ass as he slowly
pulled them out.  Next, I felt his warm head poised again my slightly
gaping asshole.

       "Mmmmm...Looks so damn good," he said in a hoarse whisper.  Then he
leaned into me, and I felt that plum-sized head pop past my sphincter and
the biggest of his girth begin to stretch my anus.  With a moan of pleasure
mixed with pain, I felt him slide the biggest cock I'd either witnessed or
had, into my eager ass.

Continued in part two...

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