Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 14:54:39 -0500
From: TS
Subject: Laundry Room BJ (m/m)

True story guys.  Even a blind bird finds a big worm occasionly.

I had taken Monday off from work to catch up on some chores and other
errands.  I got up, brewed some coffee, logged onto gay.com and was
chatting when I decided to throw some dirty clothes in the wash.

A little background.  I live in an apartment building undergoing
renovation.  With a lot of the jack hammering cracks had appeared in the
dry wall in the common areas including the laundry room.

I slipped on a tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants and grabbed a pile of
clothes to take to the laundry room.

As I entered the room I noticed plastic sheeting on the floor.  As I went
further into the room I saw a handsome man taking a break from patching the
walls.  He was a black man about six feet tall and wearing a white tee
shirt and white farmer johns, and he was sexy-handsome!

I said "Hi" and he replyed "hello".  I noticed a "British?" accent and I
smiled as he said hello. I started sorting my clothes and made idle
conversation with him.

Now, before going to the laundry room I had put on my sweatpants without
any underwear and I was a bit swollen from my gay.com chat.  I knew I was
swinging and showing my cock through my sweats, but I figured most of my
neighbors were at work and I wouldn't run into anyone.  Boy, did I figure
wrong.

We continued to chat while I sorted my clothes.  It was obvious he got a
good look at my cock through my sweats.

During our conversation he got off the heating unit where he was taking his
break and continued chatting.  I turned around after starting the washing
machine and caught him looking right at my crotch.

I smiled at him as I picked up my detergent and bleach and told him I'd see
him in a few minutes to swap my clothes to the dryer.  He smiled back and
said "ooooook".

I walked back to my apartment thinking about his smile and the "oooook
remark".

Right at 33 minutes, the time for the washer to complete I went back to the
laundry room with my fabric softener for the dryer.

He was still there and just finishing his lunch.

He smiled as I entered and the door shut behind me.

I loaded up the dryer and started the machine.

We both than just stood and looked at each other.  He broke the moment and
smiled broadly while his hand went to his crotch.  I looked at his crotch
as he fondled and gripped what was an obvious erection growing in his
jeans.

I smiled as well, and licked my lips.  In addition, my cock started
swelling in my sweats.  It was obvious where we were heading.  He asked if
I was into a little "tipling" whatever that was? I said sure and he
proceeded to unbutton his farmer johns.

He lowered the front portion of his farmer johns and revealed white
underwear.

In a second he had his underwear down, and there, growing before my wide
eyes was a beautiful THICK 8" to 8-1/2" uncut black erection.

I figured no one was on the floor and he was offering such a beautiful
cock, so I walked to him went on my knees and started working on his
erection.

Nothing beats that rubbery, spongy feel of cockhead.  He smelled a bit of
drywall and man.  He was getting harder as I started to lick and tongue
him.  His balls were big and heavy and hopefully full of cum and he had a
thick black curly bush.  My mouth was salivating as I worked on his
erection.  But best of all was his taste as I folded back his foreskin and
tongued his bare cockhead.  I pulled off him and admired the glistening
cockhead covered in slavia.  His erection seemed to pulse or throb with his
heartbeat.  I licked him and saw a string of precum from his slit to my
tongue.  After that I opened wide and took to him aggressively.

I started bobbing my head further and further down his shaft.  I felt
intoxicated with his smell and the heat from his erection.  He also guided
my head with his hands as I sucked him.  In addition, he started thrusting
a bit into my mouth.

As we continued he thrusted deeper and deeper.  A few thrusts were too much
for me and I gagged. He backed off and I restarted to suck him.

We had been having oral sex for several miuntes now and I felt him begin to
push gently into my throat.  I lifted up on my knees a bit and turned my
head sideways, opened up wider for him and breathing through my nose I felt
him pass into my throat. His swollen cock was streching my throat, my eyes
watered as he penetrated deeper, and finally I had my nose in his pubic
hairs.  I could feel him deep in my throat, deeper than I had taken a man
in a while.

He was moaning in pleasure as I sucked him off, my throat muscles tight
around his thick shaft.

I felt he was getting very horny and close to cumming and I took him deeper
my mouth aching from being streched so far.

He groaned again thrusted and forced the full length of his erection into
my throat.  I had a momentary gag but controlled it.

At about the same time I felt him swell further.  I felt the vein running
along the underside of his cock pulse as he started to ejaculate. He
gripped my head thrusted deep and I felt him spurt his semen down my
throat.  My mouth, with cheeks bulging and throat were stuffed with
beautiful black cock.  I had to swallow three times to take his load while
he grunted and pumped his seed all the time thrusting deeper with his hips
into my throat.  For a moment I thought his hot semen would burst from my
nose, so forceful was his ejaculation, but it was all pumped into my
stomach.

Right after ejaculating he withdrew his beautiful cock, semen still leaking
from the slit.  He pulled from my throat and mouth and I gasped for air.  I
swallowed again and gasped for more air. After catching my breath I worked
my streched jaw muscles back and forth and looked up to see his smiling
face.  His cum smell (that bleach smell) and taste of sperm in my mouth
were bitter-sweet, acrid but I saviored it.

He playfully swung his salvia covered cock with a thick droplet of semen
leaking from his slit onto my face while I lapped up the last of his sperm.

As I stood he tucked his cock back in his underwear and buttoned up his
farmer johns.  I looked at him and in his "British?" accent he thanked me
for the service.  I replyed "your welcome".  As I headed out I noticed on
the dryer clock that the whole experience had taken less than ten minutes.

I had semen on my face and a raging erection but he started back to his
work.  That was ok by me because I was more into servicing him, but I was
concerned about walking down my hallway with a boner.  Wouldn't want my
retired neighbor, (an older women) taking a sudden liking to me.

After my shower I went back to get my dry clothes and he was gone.  But
such is life.  At any rate, when I do my laundry I will only be able to
think of the Laundry Room BJ.