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THE LAUNDRY ROOM
by
Adam Starchild
It was just another ordinary day at my college dorm. My classes were finished for the day, and I was setting out to do my laundry that had been piling up for over a week. I threw on a sweater and a pair of tight jeans because they were the only clean clothes I had left. Gathering up some homework to read while waiting for my clothes, I left for the laundry room.
The laundry room was dark and warm. I switched on a light and began piling my clothes into a washer. Moments later, Steve, a guy I'd had a crush on all semester walked in.
"Hi, Pete," he said. "I see we have the same idea on how to spend this evening."
"Yeah," I groaned. "I hate to do it, but I'm out of clean clothes."
"I know what you mean," he said, stuffing his clothes into the washer next to mine. "Do you mind if I put my jeans in your washer? Mine seems overloaded."
"No problem," I said, glad to be sharing the washer with him. I sat down and started to take out my schoolwork. I didn't realize that he meant the jeans he was wearing, although it was quite common in the all-male environment for someone to stand and strip in front of the washer, so I really shouldn't have been surprised.
Tingling, I sat back down and watched him take off his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear either. His cock popped out. It was so thick and long, I was surprised. I didn't realize I was getting so much more than I had bargained for when I agreed to the use of my washing machine.
"You're not seriously going to study in this setting?" Steve said, standing next to me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, flustered but excited.
Without another word, he took my face into his hands and drew it towards him. He said he'd been wanting to get together with me all semester and couldn't believe his luck. I wasn't sure how far we'd go, but I was ready for anything.
Wrapping my hand around his rod, I stroked slowly up and down his shaft. My fingers barely made their way around his member, but I concentrated on the sensitive underside of his cock. Then I took him in my mouth. He moaned as soon as my tongue touched his tip. I was known around the dorm for giving good head, so I knew I would satisfy him.
Gently working my mouth over him, I flicked my tongue against his penis until he bucked in my mouth. Steve was holding my head, trying to keep himself propped up until he couldn't take it anymore.
The laundry room was empty, but I got up and shut and locked the door anyway. When I sat down again he pulled my sweater off me. I felt my body tingle at his touch. He must have read my mind because he lifted me up and unzipped my pants. As they dropped around my ankles, he seemed excited to see I wasn't wearing underwear.
He half carried and half pushed me over to the washer as my pants fell off my ankles, and sat my naked bottom down on the warm, vibrating machine. Then, with slight force he pushed my legs up into the air, spread my cheeks and entered me. He felt so full and wonderful inside me. He pushed his cock in and out of me while I wrapped my legs tightly around his torso. I played with his balls, squeezing them lightly with his every stroke.
Finally he screamed out that he was coming, and when he did seconds later, I had never felt such intensity.
Afterward, we washed off in the sinks nearby and played around with the water. It was hard to get dressed again and go back to our dorm rooms after our wash was finished, but we made plans for more laundry-room rendezvous!
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Copyright 1995 by Adam Starchild