Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:02:07 +0100
From: sinik ty <sinikty@gmail.com>
Subject: Late Night at the Laundromat, part two

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       Even though he'd lubed me and his dick well, I had to stop him after
about 7 inches.  The pain was enough to make my eyes water slightly.  I
reached back and pressed against his left thigh with my left hand.

       "Too much for you?" he asked.

       "Just hold it there a second.  You're fucking huge.  Let me get used
to it."

       He leaned over so his chest was against my back and reached around
to grab my dick with his right hand.  He spoke in a low voice while he
slowly stroked my dick.  "I could've eaten your ass all night.  But I
figured we probably didn't have that kind of time here.  Besides, when my
cock gets this hard," he said as he pushed another inch inside of me, "I
gotta take the opportunity.  I don't always get all the way hard.  Your ass
was just so sweet."  He was slowly working in more of his shaft as he
spoke.  He was a magician, using distraction to work his tricks.
"Mmmmm...you're so tight, but I think you want more, don't you?  I think
you want Robert to work his whole pole up into you, don't you?"  It was the
first time I'd heard his name; we'd gotten to this intimate position
without even introducing ourselves.  The excited tone of his voice and the
fact he was speaking in third person about himself told me he was pretty
turned on.

       "Yeah," I nearly grunted as my hole accommodated the last two inches
of his massive penis.

       "You got it all, boy," he unnecessarily informed me as he stood up,
moving his hips side to side so as to seat his cock solidly inside me.  I
could feel his balls tap my inner thighs and his wiry pubic hair on my ass
cheeks.

       I let out a long half moan, half sigh.  I had all of him inside me.
My ass relaxed around his giant shaft.  "Nice to meet you, Robert," I said
facetiously as I did my best to clamp down on his dick with my ass muscles.

       He let out one of his endearing chuckles and replied, "I think I'm
on the nicer end of this meeting.  What's your name?"

       "Ben."

       "You ready to get fucked?" he asked as he leaned over again to put
his hands on my shoulders, using that low, sexy voice next to my ear.

       "I think we're beyond that.  Do it," I responded in kind.

       With that, he stood up behind me, buried balls deep in my ass, and
shifted his hands to my hips.  His strong hands pulled my body nearly off
of his cock, just letting the head stay anchored.  I felt another glob of
spit hit his dick right at the mouth of my hole and I prepared to be
rammed.  Instead, he took it easy on me and, in one fluid motion sank his
cock to the hilt.  I gasped as I felt it hit deep inside, but it felt
better to realize I was accommodating him, taking all of him.  My own cock
had not waned a bit, and it flopped up and down against my belly as he
pumped my hole in a steady rhythm, pulling his cock almost all the way out
and then sliding it all the way back in.  I barely had to work at all, as
he kept his firm grasp on my hips, using my ass to fuck his pole.  He
switched rhythms then, fucking me fast with just the first few inches of
his cock, working his head inside the tighter muscles near my hole.  He
pulled out too far a few times and his fat head popped out of me all
together.  He remained hard enough to simply aim, and hit his target
without any guidance from his hands.

       After fucking me with just his dick head for a while, I heard his
breathing change to heavy exhales and inhales through clenched teeth and
pursed lips.  I looked back at him and his eyes were closed.  He was
enjoying his ecstasy, lost in the moment.  It was during this faster pace
fucking that we both froze as we heard the bell on the front door jingle.

       "Dad?  You still here?" I heard a male voice call out.  It sounded
like it could be from a teenager or young adult.

       I looked back over my left shoulder, toward the front door, and
without poking my head too far out to the side, saw that we were mostly
shielded from a direct view, being at the end of the middle row of
machines.  Robert quickly bent over and grabbed my underwear from the
floor, and then standing back up, leaned to the right with my underwear in
his hand and said, "Yeah, almost finished folding everything."

       After a slight pause, Robert's son said, "Since when did you start
folding shit?  Anyways, I'm going out.  You got keys?"

       "Yeah, I'm all right," Robert said as nonchalantly as possible.

       "Later, then," his son said, and I heard the door chimes jingle
again as the door closed.

       "Damn," Robert said.  He hadn't pulled his cock out during the brief
interruption, and I didn't want him to now.  I squeezed his dick with my
ass and wiggled back onto him all the way.  "You wanna keep going, I take
it?" he asked.

       "It sounds like he's old enough to take care of himself.  Unless you
wanted to invite him to join us?" I asked half-jokingly.  As I finished
saying it, I worried that I'd said too much, that Robert might think it a
turn-off, imagining his son involved in what we were doing.  Although if
his son was as hot as his dad, I think I'd be into it.

       He began to slide his cock out.  "I don't think I'm into sharing
tonight," he said, punctuating the end of his statement by ramming it back
into me.  "Besides, I think you've got all you can handle right now, don't
you?"  He was now fucking me more vigorously than before.

       I think he was trying to regain the full-sized hard-on he'd had
before we were interrupted, and I wanted him back at full-mast too.  So I
said, "Unless it's `like father, like son', yours is the biggest I've ever
seen," to stroke his ego.

       "You'll have to find out if he got the big dick genes for yourself."
Robert found his rhythm again, and was pumping me full throttle.  He
started breathing heavy again.  I wanted to change positions.  I'd been
standing for a while now, and my back was feeling it.

       "Can we try a different way?" I asked as I put my hand on his thigh
to signal him to slow down.

       "You hurting?" he asked as he slowed his pace and pulled about
halfway out.

       "No.  Feels good, but my back is getting tired."  I straightened up,
careful not to pull off of his cock.

       "Go around these chairs," he said.  I moved forward with him
following close behind and we made it around the chair I was leaning on,
with his cock still inside.  "I'll give you a little kink.  Why don't you
sit on my lap?" Robert gruffly said into my ear, as he pulled me down onto
his cock as he sat down.  I was caught a little off guard, and my weight
forced me deeper onto his shaft than I had been before.

       "OHhhh...fuck!" I groaned as he grabbed my hips and buried himself
up my ass.

       "MMMMmmm...that's a good boy.  Bounce on it now," he lifted me up by
my ass cheeks, pulling me off of his shaft so he could see it.  I leaned
forward a bit, and when I had reached his thick cock head with my
sphincter, I started bouncing up and down riding about 6 or 7 inches of fat
cock.  I rode him like that for a while, his hands again on my hips, with
him constantly telling me how good it felt and how sweet my ass looked
swallowing his big cock.  This was working well for me.  His comments and
the thickest part of his dick near my asshole were causing my dick to swell
to its hardest point.  It bounced along with me tapping my belly right at
my navel.

       "Turn around."  He grabbed my left arm with his right hand and slid
his left hand behind my left knee and began twisting me to face him.  As my
left foot left the ground I slid back all the way down his pole, and sucked
in my breath as I felt it gore my ass.  He helped me twist my body around,
so I was straddling him, by leaning me back onto his knees and swinging my
left leg over his head to the right side of his body.

       I put my hands on his shoulders as his hands slid under my buttocks
and pulled me onto him as deep as he could go.  "You like sittin' in my
lap?" he asked with a bit of a dirty old man hint to his voice.

       "As long as I get a ride with it," I said.  As I looked into his
face this closely, there was an awkward moment of whether to kiss or not.
He resolved the moment, by standing up, picking me up impaled on his cock.
I wrapped my legs around him, resting my calves on some pretty firm ass
cheeks.  He carried me the couple of feet to the coffee table in the middle
in of the lounge, and squatted with me between his legs.  Not only were his
arms nice, but this guy was solid and strong all over.  He laid me down on
my back and pushed my legs back toward my head.  I had to grab the sides of
the coffee table to keep from sliding too much as he pumped my ass like a
pro.  After some good old-fashioned gay-missionary fucking, he took my left
ankle into his hand and grabbed my dick with his right.  The whole time
we'd been fucking, I had barely touched my dick, for fear that I would
shoot my load too soon.  I wanted to watch Robert cum, so didn't want
things to end too early with my spent load.  Now that he had my dick in his
hand and was stroking it in rhythm to his fucking, I knew I wasn't going to
last much longer.

       As if he read my mind, he said, "I'm getting ready to cum."  He
closed his eyes and tilted his head back and moaned.  "MMMMmmmm...you're
gonna make me cum, boy.  You're gonna make me cum!"

       "Do it, Robert," I'd given up on watching him cum.  I knew he was
close and wanted to empty his balls inside me.

       "Oh, yeah, you ready?  You ready to shoot?  You gonna shoot before
me, huh?  You gonna show Robert how good he fucks you?"  He was in an
ecstatic frenzy again.  He pumped my cock as his hips moved forward and
back, getting faster and faster.

       I wanted to wait to cum until after he did, knowing that almost as
soon I came, I'd want him to pull out.  I clamped down as hard as I could
with the remaining strength left in my ass.  He felt my ass tighten up for
him, and he yelled, "OH, Yeah!  Just like that.  Tighten that ass up.  I'm
gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum!  Here it comes, here it comes..." and I felt his
cock begin to spasm.  He went silent, and not even breathing his body began
to spasm with his release.  His mouth was all the way open, and after I'd
felt a few shots of his cum shoot deep into my ass, he let out a long moan,
as he continued to pump his seed into me.  He'd continued to pump my cock,
but slower than before, so I hadn't yet shot my own load.  When he opened
his eyes and looked down, he scanned my belly for my cum.

       "You cum?" he asked.

       "I was giving you first shot," I replied.

       "I'm not sure I have a second shot in me, but I can try if you
want," he said.

       "Nah, I'm ready, just keep fucking," I said.

       "Don't worry, he likes it in there."  He kept pumping my ass with
his cock, and pumping my cock with his hand.

       "Here I go," I warned him as he pumped my cock with his fist,
pointing it straight up.  He was looking down at it when I erupted and hit
his chin with the first two shots.  He adjusted his aim to point my cock
head up towards my chest and the next three or four hit my face and the
magazines spread out under my head.

       "Damn, boy, you got a pistol!" he said as he wiped the two shots
from his chin with his left hand.

       "Yeah, sometimes I can really shoot after a great fuck," I
complimented.

       Robert pulled his cock out of my hole.  I could feel it had lost
some of its stiffness.  When he stood up I saw it was still heavy, thick
and long, slick with his cum and saliva.  He picked up my underwear from
where he'd dropped them behind the chair, and wiped his cock with them.  I
laid there on the table, pretty wiped out and thought about what I would
use to clean myself up.  I saw Robert pull his own shorts back on and go to
the closest dryer he had used.  We'd been going at it long enough, but the
hand towel he brought back to me was still slightly warm.  I used it to
wipe my face and the cum that had splashed onto my chest.  I laid the towel
on the table as I grabbed my jeans and headed for the bathroom at the back
of the lounge area.

       After I'd cleaned myself up and redressed, I found Robert standing
in the lounge with his arms folded across his chest looking up at the t.v.
It was now showing some ultimate fighting match, and he seemed engaged by
it.

       Without wanting to say the obligatory, `That was hot.  Thanks,' I
walked past him to get my clothes from the washers.  I unloaded all of them
into the shopping cart and wheeled it to the other aisle.  Robert was there
when I got there and his clothes had already been loaded into two baskets.

       As he picked up the baskets, he said, "Best time I've had doing
laundry.  Ain't many who can handle it.  You got a nice ass."

       "Glad I could oblige," I responded.  I wanted to suggest we meet
again sometime, but it didn't seem like this situation, with the public
place, the almost getting caught and the simple lucky timing could be
repeated.  And I wasn't sure he was a regular hook-up kind of guy.

       "I don't come down here often, but when I do, it's always late at
night," he said as he carried the baskets past me headed for the door.

       "I'll remember that," I said as I watched him leave.

       I finished putting one load into a dryer and closed the machine's
door.  I then walked to the front door to see if I could catch which
building he went into.  I saw him going into brownstone a couple of
buildings down, across the street.  I waited to see which lights came on in
the windows, and noted it was the front apartment on the left on the second
floor.  I wasn't planning to stalk him... but I did want to return his
towel.

       After I washed it, of course.