After Jim left, I lay back on the bed going over the remarkable sex I had just experienced, then remembering that I needed to be on the road, I jumped up and put back on my sweats and t-shirt and readied the RV for the trip to Dallas to pick up my wife. I rolled out of the parking lot of the rest area and melded into the traffic on I-20 and headed West.
As I drove along, I went over what had happened and began to get another hard on. I passed trucks and always glanced over to see what the drivers looked like. Occasionally, I'd get looks from a driver and he'd smile. Most would smile back and nod and some even grabbed their crotch in invitation. I nodded back and gave a sorry-not-now smile. I was running late and would have some explaining to do. I was suddenly aware of a familiar odor arising from my crotch, one I breathed in deeply which made my cock twitch and get harder. It was the odor of sex: dried cum and sweat. I reached into my sweats and grabbed my cock, rubbing my hand around and fondling my balls. Pulling my hand out, I brought it to my nose and breathed in the intoxicating odor.
I can't show up in Dallas smelling like this, I thought to myself, and on top of that the sheets will smell, too. I'd better get these clothes and sheets washed and I don't want to use the machines on the RV. Shit. What am I gonna do? A highway sign indicated that I was approaching a small town with a college, I thought, surely, in a college town, there would be a laundromat. I pulled off at the exit and drove around the small town, finding the community college and eventually spying a laundromat. Gnawing on my lower lip, I thought, 'Being a Saturday morning, it shouldn't be busy.' I parked the RV, stripped off the sheets and pillowcases, exchanged dirty clothes for clean and got some soap. I crossed the quiet street and entered the laundromat.
There was only one woman there and she was folding her laundry. She looked up as I came in and smiled. I returned her smile, saying good morning, and found a washer and put in the dirty laundry. As I was putting in the coins, a young man came in with a load of laundry and used a washer not far from mine. I sat down in front of my washer, picked up a magazine, and began leafing through it. The woman put her laundry in a basket and left, leaving just me and the young man.
As I was 'reading' the magazine, I'd look at the young man out of the corner of my eye, appraising him. He appeared to be about 20 or 21, had shaved head (which I found surprisingly sexy) and a tiny gold hoop earring. He was in good shape and the t-shirt he wore showed off a nice chest and arms. His shorts allowed me to see nice legs with a downy covering of light blond fuzz. More importantly, I also noticed the guy was stealing glances at me and I began to get more interested.
Putting the magazine down, I yawned, stretching my legs out so my cock was visible through the sweats. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the guy's eyes get a little bigger as he looked at my crotch. Well, well, well, thought I. I've got a live one here! Nonchalantly, I looked over and said, "Good morning. Kinda slow in here today."
"Uh, yeah," the guy said, looking at me directly for the first time. "Saturday's always slow since most of the kids are home for the weekend. This is just a community college and a lot of the kids go home."
"I'm on my way to Dallas to meet up with my wife and I suddenly realized I hadn't done the laundry and figured she'd be mad if I arrived with dirty sheets."
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," he said, glancing away and then back up. "Is that your RV out there?"
"Yeah. That's it."
I extended my hand and said, "I'm Ken, by the way."
He shook my hand and said, "Hi. I'm Gator. Everybody calls me that since I'm from Florida."
"Well, Gator, I guess it's a little far for you to go home for the weekend, right?"
"Yes, sir. I decided I'd better do my laundry today since it would be quiet."
By now, my washer was beginning to spin to a stop as was his. I got up and my semi-hard cock was starting to make a tent in the sweats. Gator couldn't take his eyes off my crotch. I stood in front of my washer, facing Gator and said, "Sorry, my cock seems to have a mind of its own. I always tend to get a hard on when I'm tired and it's quiet."
Licking his lips, Gator nervously said, "Yeah. I'm the same way, but it feels good, doesn't it?" He stood up and I looked down to see a large bulge in Gator's shorts that he grasped and gave a squeeze. He moved over to his washer which was stopping. Reaching out and cupping Gator's crotch, I gave a silent whistle. Gator closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward into my palm.
"Oh, that feels good," he moaned
I took Gator's hand and brought it to my now-hard cock. Wrapping his hand around my cock and squeezing it, he murmurmed, "Let's put our stuff in dryers and then move back there," he said, pointing to the rear of the shop. There was a large mirror on the back wall and I was able to lean against a row of washers and see anyone coming in while Gator, hidden by the row of washers, knelt down to nuzzle my crotch.
"Oh, Daddy," Gator gasped.
'Daddy'? My eyes opened wide then I smiled to myself and thought, ' Well, I can do this, especially if he's a good cocksucker.'
" I love the way you smell, Daddy. Like sweat and dried cum and old piss." He breathed in deeply and buried his nose in my crotch, rubbing his cheek against the fabric and my rigid cock
I braced myself with both hands on the washer and huskily said, "Take my pants off, son, and play with your Dad's dick and balls."
Gator reached up and pulled the sweats down and was rewarded with a hard cock which came up and hit him in the face. He lunged forward, burying his nose in my balls, sniffing loudly. He continued to rub around my crotch, like trying to transfer the odor to his face. He pulled back and put his hand around the cock, looking at it with glazed eyes. "Oh, Daddy, I want to suck your cock," he sighed. Opening his mouth, he put the head in and ran his tongue around it, savoring the tast and smell.
I threw back my head and closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations. Gator started going down on my cock until the head hit the back of his throat then, relaxing his throat, my cock slid down farther. "Oh, Jesus," I moaned. "Take that cock,son. Oh, yesssss."
Gator held my cock in his throat, working the muscles to bring incredible sensations to the head. I had to hold back to keep from cumming too soon. He pulled back off my cock and using his tongue, did little butterfly taps on the sensitive underside, making my cock jump. He pulled completely off, licked his lips and admired his treasure. Then, pursing his lips and using them like an ass hole, he pressed them against the tip of my cock and slowly, very slowly, pushed until my cock started to disappear into his mouth. The rim of my cock popped through just like I was fucking a guy's hole. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever experienced from someone sucking my dick.
"Oh, son, that feels sooo good. Oh, yeah." I grabbed his slick head and ran my hands over it and then held the back of his head and pulled it onto my dick. He stayed there, holding my dick in his mouth and using that incredible tongue of his. I began to tremble and I could feel my balls starting to draw up signalling I was getting ready to shoot. I threw my head back and growled as I shot stream after stream into his suctioning mouth. He pulled back so the head of my dick was on his tongue and I could feel his tongue tickling the underside of the head. I looked down to see him give a sigh as he swallowed my load.
Gator came off my cock and looked lovingly at it. He then swallowed it again and sucking, cleaned off all the cum. He released it with a smacking sound, looked up at me and smiled.
"Thank you," he said, simply.
"Oh, Gator, son, thank you. That was absolutely the best head I've ever had."
He gave me a big grin then opened his mouth showing me the cum he still held there on his tongue and then licked his lips. I reached down to lift him up and that was when I realized his cock was out of his shorts and he had shot a huge load of cum onto the floor. "Gator, I didn't realize you had already come."
"Yes, sir. I shot about the same time you did. It was fantastic."
"Come on, Gator, we've got to clean up and get our stuff out of the dryers."
I stuffed myself back into my sweats as Gator put his dick back into his shorts. Just as he was getting up, he noticed out the window someone approaching the laundromat. "Oh my god," he gasped. I turned around and saw another young man crossing the street headed our way.
"Jesus," I said. "Let's get ourselves together. Now." We hurried over to our dryers and began to busy ourselves with getting our stuff out, trying to act naturally.
The door opened with a jangle of bells and as I looked up, I'll have to admit my cock gave a twitch. There, coming in the door, was a vision of beauty about the same age as Gator. Over 6' tall, dark curly hair falling down over his forehead and ears. His full lips made him even more sensuous. The most spectacular thing, though, was an incredible body. Muscular without being overly developed. I thought to myself, ' Am I just getting old or are they making them more beautiful nowadays?'
"Hey, Gator," the vision said, smiling.
"Hey, Jase."
"Doing your laundry, huh?" He started over toward us and dropped his basket of laundry on the floor next to Gator. He looked at me and smiled, saying hi.
"Hi," I smiled back. I turned back to my laundry and tried to ignore the two guys. Gator was acting kind of nervous, but trying to be cool. I piled my stuff in my bag, looked up at the two young men and said, "Well, guys, I'm through with my job." I turned to Gator, stuck out my hand and said, "It was pleasure, Gator. Thanks for helping me out with these machines." I cocked my head, and looking him straight in the eye, smiled, and winked. Then I walked out to my RV, feeling my cock still dripping a little cum.
I hope you liked this installment. Thank you for your comments, it helps to know someone is reading the stories. You can email me at bfga_99@yahoo.com. Thanks, Bim