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Doing Laundry, Part 4 by Wag
I bolted up, throwing Craig off my back. He almost fell off the bed. "What the hell?" Craig said. "Did you just say you fucked Mike? Ben's Mike?" I asked. "No, he fucked me. Did you know he and Ben are both tops?" he asked. "I heard. So you're fuck buddies or something?" I wondered. "Pretty much. We hook up occasionally. He and Ben flip flop, but they both hate bottoming. I'm pretty vers myself. Anyways, Mike's been coming to my place and getting his fill of ass. He told me I'm better than Ben because I actually enjoying taking it. It gets pretty hot actually," Craig explained. I sat there in disbelief. Mike and Ben are cheating on each other with their neighbors and neither is the wiser. "How did this start?" I inquired. "Well..." Craig began. It seems Craig and Mike had run into each other at our apartment's pool the other month. They were the only two people out there that afternoon. Mike asked Craig about the book he was reading and they struck up a conversation. A quick description of Mike: he's 5'8, 185lbs, blonde, brown eyes, and has a pretty compact muscular body. I know I said I wasn't too impressed with him, but I suppose you could say he's hot. I tend not to go for blondes or guys shorter than me, so that could explain why I didn't give him a second look. Plus, Ben's hotness clearly overpowers Mike's. Anyways, Craig was really into Mike that day and vice versa. Their conversation quickly turned to flirting. Mike couldn't help but comment on how nicely Craig filled out his swim trunks, especially in the ass area. Craig countered with his appreciation 0of Mike's furry muscular chest. Basically, they were fucking each other with their eyes. It only made sense that they should carry on with the real thing in Craig's apartment. After some heavy making out in the living room their swimsuits were thrown in a pile in the corner. Of course they had to wash off the chlorine from the pool, so they made their way to the shower. Craig was taken aback by Mike's schlong: 9.5 inches uncut and pretty damn thick. No wonder, Ben didn't want to bottom for him. Craig, on the other hand was looking forward to it. He lathered and rinsed Mike's cock before sinking to his knees on the shower floor. It wasn't an easy task, but he managed to get the whole thing in his mouth. With its size and the water running up his nose he nearly drowned, though. Mike was appreciative. His moans echoed off the shower walls. Craig took on his monster swallowing it all then pulling out and licking his bull nuts. All the while, Craig felt up Mike's legs. They were huge like the rest of him and covered in blonde fur. Craig rubbed his face everywhere. The guys moved out of the shower and into Craig's bedroom. Mike was ready to get what he was missing with Ben: an eager ass to fuck. He propped Craig against a wall and got down to the task of eating out his hole. He licked out every corner of Craig's now freshly clean crack. Craig pushed back on his face, smothering him with ass. Mike left him for a second while he retrieved a condom from the bathroom. When he returned, Craig had his chest up against the wall and his ass poking out. He was just as ready. Mike stepped up to the plate and slowly dug that baseball bat into Craig's hole. Taking his time to savor the moment. Craig was being stretched out. He tried hard not to scream out loud. Instead he pounded his fist into the wall (obviously I wasn't home that day) as Mike sunk further into him. At last all 9 ½ inches were in. Craig was shaking by now, a mix of pain and pleasure. Mike pulled out slowly and then quickly sunk back in. This time Mike couldn't contain his screams. And he continued as Mike slammed into his ass. Over and over. The last of the pain subsided and Craig started pushing back on that dick. He wanted all of it. Mike slapped that ass as he fucked it, leaving hand prints. Before long Craig's ass was almost as red as his hair. He loved it. He and Mike were a fucking machine. Thrusting and groaning in unison. Craig's legs were getting tired, so he told Mike they should continue on the bed. Mike got on his back and Craig climbed on top. He squatted over that cock and then slowly sat down until he was resting on Mike's pelvis. He started riding Mike's cock. Bouncing on it like a fucking cowboy. Mike reached up and played with Craig's nipples as the redhead fucked himself. Craig was jacking off has he bucked up and down. He grunted like a pig. Mike was hitting all the right places in his ass. Finally, he came down hard all the way to the root and let out a growl. His load flew out of his cock. It landed on Mike's chest, getting lost in his fur. He continued to ride as more and more cum shot out. Mike was unloading himself, filling the condom up Craig's hole.
"We showered again. And he fucked me again. I ran out of warm water that afternoon," Craig said finishing his story. I was rock hard again after hearing his recap. Craig saw. He grinned before leaning down and taking my cock in his mouth. As he blew me I wondered what I was going to do about Ben. Should I tell him that he's not the only cheater in his relationship? Craig suddenly deep throated my cock and all thoughts flew out of my head. Oh, fuck.
A few nights later I was watching TV on the couch when I got a text from Ben: MEET ME IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM. I hadn't spoken to him since Craig told me his story about Mike. I was still contemplating telling Ben. He should know what his boyfriend was up to. Not that he had any right to be pissed about it. I left my apartment and headed to the laundry room. When I got there Ben was leaning against a washer.
"Hey there," he greeted me. I walked over to him.
"Hey. What's up? Why did you want to meet down here?" I asked.
"I told Mike I was going out for a little bit. I was on my way to your place when I ran into Craig. You know, the guy that lives between us," he replied. Yes, I'm familiar. "I didn't want him to see me going into your place, so I kept walking and came down here," he explained.
"Gotcha," I responded.
"I thought this place would work just as well," he said. He brushed past me, shut the laundry room door, and locked it.
"You wanna do it down here. What if...," I started.
"It's late. Nobody is coming down here," Ben replied. He backed me up against a washer and started to kiss me. I gave in and kissed him back. We melted into each other. He left my lips and started sucking on my neck. Always a favorite. I ran my hands up his shirt, feeling his back. His hands squeezed my ass cheeks. I rubbed up against his crotch. He was so hard. Ben pulled away and took off his shirt, then mine. He lifted me up onto a machine. I kicked off my flip flops. We continued to make out. I ran my fingers through his hair, kissed him on his forehead. Ben yanked off my track pants and briefs. Then he removed his own pants. He positioned me so that my back was up against the washer knobs and my head was grazing the brick wall behind the washer. My legs were spread wide and pointed to the ceiling. Most importantly my ass was exposed for him. Ben crouched down and pulled a tiny bottle of lube out of his discarded jeans' pocket. He applied some to my hole. Circling it and then diving in with two fingers. I squirmed on top of the washer. He fingerbanged me, getting me ready for his dick. Two fingers became three. He worked them in as he coated his dick with lube. Finally, he decided I was ready. He held the back of my legs in his hands. He was at just the right height to enter my upturned ass. I gritted my teeth at the intrusion. Ben rocked his hips back and forth and began to fuck. He spread my legs further apart, stretching me out. His cock searched around and found my spot quickly, hitting it over and over. I moaned my appreciation. He pounded me into the machine. I felt the washer knobs digging into my back. I didn't care. He leaned in and kissed me. As he fucked my ass, his tongue fucked my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him closer. His thighs banged against the washer as he crashed into me. He must have gotten tired of that because he quickly changed positions. Ben turned me around and bent me over the washer. He re-entered me, picking up where he left off. He grabbed hold of my shoulders and laid pipe into me. From this angle he could go even deeper. My dick was bobbing over the washer lid, stiff as ever. Pre-cum dripped out. I threw my head back.
"Fuck, Ben. Fuck that ass," I groaned.
"I love your ass. Squeeze my cock with you hole," Ben ordered. I did as I was told, making my hole tighter around his dick. I felt it throb. I wanted to milk his cum out; every fucking drop. Ben yanked me up, slammed into me one last time, and held me tight. His orgasm rocked his body. At the same moment, I jerked my cock to its own explosion. We shook together, both feeling the aftershocks. The smell of cum filled the air. I turned and kissed Ben. We panted into each other's mouths. Both spent. But I managed to get out a few words.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," I said.
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