Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2009 17:17:15 -0500
From: quentin cummings <qcummings@live.com>
Subject: In the Laundry Room ? Part 1

DISCLAIMER: This story involves male/male sexual situations. If you are
legally prohibited from reading such material, or find such material
offensive, please stop reading now. This story is fiction, and any
resemblance to actual people or events is coincidental.

Also, in fantasy land condoms may be unnecessary. But in real life, always
practice safer sex.



My apartment building in Chicago had just gotten a few coin-op washers and
dryers and set them up in a little room in the basement of the building.
There were about 16 flats in the building all together, and each unit had a
key to the room. I almost never saw anyone else in the laundry room, though
occasionally I'd find someone else's clothes in a washer or dryer.

One day though, I found a single pair of plain cotton men's boxer briefs on
the folding table. I made sure the door was closed and locked behind me
before I sniffed them to see if they were clean or not. They smelled strong
and musky at the front of the cock pouch, right where the fabric must have
cradled one of my neighbors' sweaty balls. My cock started swelling
instantly, and soon it was straining my own underwear and my jeans. I
pressed the heady boxers to my nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the
scent. I started rubbing my thick, meaty cock through my jeans, stroking up
and down the rock-hard shaft and rubbing the knobby head in circular
motions with my palm.

I looked closer at the underwear, hoping to find dried cum where the tip of
the guy's cock would rest snugly at the front of the boxer briefs. No luck.
Maybe this guy eats his load, or maybe he was saving up a big load of cum
for someone he was planning on fucking soon. Maybe he always shot his wad
in a sock or a tissue, or something. All I could think of was where this
guy had deposited his cum, since he hadn't left any in his briefs.

This made me so horny, I didn't care if anyone came in and found me
sniffing some stranger's underwear. I unzipped myself, and pulled my fat,
uncut 7" cock out of my pants. I used some spit for lube, and started
stroking hard and fast. With my free hand, I smelled the ass end of the
boxers. It smelled slightly ripe but pleasantly masculine, and it turned me
on like crazy. I'd never seen anyone in there before, so I figured I'd be
safe. At the same time, I knew there were about 15 other people with keys
to the room, and any one of them could walk in at any moment and catch me
in the act.

My cock was thrusting in and out of my fist, the foreskin sliding back and
forth over the engorged purple head. I took in another whiff of the pouch
in the front of the boxers, and started imagining whose cock had been
tucked in there. The boxer briefs were a size small, so they could belong
to one of the three skinny as fuck, pseudo-punk, bike-riding hipsters who
lived together upstairs. I'd often checked them out as they walked past in
their skinny jeans, trying to get a covert assessment of the size of their
meat. At least one of them seemed to be pretty massively hung, even when
soft, as evidenced by the lump I always saw in his ball-hugging pants.

Or the boxers could be home to the cock of the conventionally hot,
clean-cut professional guy who lives with his girlfriend on the third
floor. He has short red hair, an adorable smile, and what appears to be a
really fit body. He goes to the gym after work, and comes back sweaty in a
t-shirt and loose workout pants. Sometimes I can catch a glimpse of his rod
bouncing back and forth in his loose pants. I stroke my cock harder to the
thought of him pulling his sweaty shirt and pants off, leaving only the
tight boxer briefs I'm holding up to my nose. I picture him pulling the
front down slowly, revealing his bulge inch by inch. First he reveals
the root of his cock, with it's patch of groomed red pubes. Then his heavy
shaft comes into view, inch by beautiful inch. Finally, the entire length
of his cock pops free, hanging heavy out of his boxer briefs. He tucks the
fabric down around his tight hairy balls and starts jerking his long, thick
cock.

Overcome by lust, I wrapped the sweat-stained boxer briefs around my cock,
and imagined it was actually his cock I was rubbing against my own, that
the tickle of the fabric on my balls was actually the feeling of his balls
bouncing against mine in time with my strokes. The friction of our cocks
rubbing together is so intense, I feel my balls begin to churn. I pump my
cock into the boxers in my fist harder and faster, grunting and moaning and
imagining the clean-cut neighbor boy bending over, pulling his ass cheeks
apart and begging me to fuck him raw.

I pulled the boxer briefs away from my cock and back up to my nose. I was
fast approaching orgasm, and I didn't want to get caught by doing something
as stupid as leaving a wad of cum in some random guy's boxers. Instead I
lubed my hand up with the precum that by now was flowing from my slit, and
started stroking my cock head furiously as I pressed the boxers to my nose
and inhaled the strong scent of sweaty cock, balls and ass.

I imagined pressing my pulsing head to the tight quivering hole of my
red-headed upstairs neighbor, and slowly fucking my rod deep into his
bowels. I imagined making him cry out as I pounded his prostate with each
thrust. I inhaled the scent in the boxers and hoped they were his. I
imagined our bodies getting slick with sweat, and the wet smacking sound of
our skin and balls slapping together with each hard fuck. I him moaning
each time I pushed my solid cock deep into him, and again each time I
pulled it out. I imagined him bucking up against me, fucking himself
hungrily against my prick, oozing precum steadily into his ass. I imagined
grabbing him by the shoulders so I could fuck my cock even deeper into him.

And then I started moaning uncontrollably as I felt my orgasm building in
my balls. I felt it rush through my shaft and saw long, hot, sticky ropes
of cum shoot from my cock as I continue thrusting jerkily into my hand,
overwhelmed by the pleasure. Meanwhile, I was trying to extract every bit
of manly scent from the discarded boxer briefs. Eventually my cock became
too sensitive to continue jerking it, and I tucked it back in my pants.

I grabbed a rag from the wash basin and wiped up the cum that was now
splattered all over the cement floor of the room. I washed it out and put
the boxers back on the table where I found them. It was time to do my own
laundry, but I left one pair of my boxer briefs on the folding table -- a
pair with a large dried cum stain in them.