Laundry Day (Patreon)

Another trip back into the tumblr archives with this early story

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You know how a sexy pair of underwear can change your entire persona? A tight pair of briefs that hugs you in the right places can make you feel sexy. A worn-in pair of boxers can help you stay comfortable throughout the day. And a naughty thong can give you the confidence to feel daring. Under the right circumstances, underwear can even help you meet people. I found that out for myself last night.

I had finally started cleaning up my apartment yesterday, which included bringing down three loads of laundry to my basement laundry room. I had just finished vacuuming upstairs when my alarm went off, so I brought my laundry basket downstairs to load up everything. I opened the first dryer and threw everything into the basket and did the same for the second. I opened up the third dryer and tumbled everything into the basket, but a flash of purple fabric caught my eye. I moved a towel and pulled out a lavender pair of briefs. Briefs that I didn’t own.

I kept digging and kept finding underwear that wasn’t mine. There was a pair of boxers that smelled like heaven. A few more briefs that were way too big for me- I could see that the fabric around the crotch was stretched thin. I imagined the penis that filled them out every day. I reached his hand into the basket again and felt leather. I pulled out a jumble of warm, leather straps- once I unfolded them, I could see that it was a jockstrap- just without the basket up front. There was just a cock ring. The fantasies continued forming in my mind, and I zoned out as I felt an erection forming in my sweatpants.

I see you decided to help fold my laundry.

I snapped back to reality and jerked my head up. In front of me was a hulk of a man, leaning against the door holding an empty basket. He was wearing a tight black tank top, stretched to the max limit. He had the most beautifully smooth, brown skin, and there was a bit of curly, black chest hair peeking above the top of his shirt. He was wearing tight jeans tucked into black boots, which bulged in all of the right places. His bald head rested above a stern face, with a jawline that could cut steel and a thick mustache. I panicked and dropped the jockstrap and tried to explain.

I’m so sorry. I got behind on laundry and tried to do it all today and it filled up three washers and then three dryers and I grabbed the first two loads which are definitely mine you can check and then I accidentally grabbed yours and I’ll put it all back I promise.

He just stood there calmly as I stammered. He walked towards the table and sat his basket down. He peered over at me and smiled.

You always get a hard on when you do laundry?

I looked down and saw that I was clearly tenting up my sweatpants.

This is a first for me actually.

Well, I have a question for you. What do you stick your dick in- men or women?

I was shocked. I thought about grabbing my basket and running, but his clothes were still on top.

Um, I’m gay. As if he hadn’t heard me, he began moving his clothes into his basket. He got them all in and picked up the jock that I dropped onto the table.

Well then, it looks like you’re about to have a fun ride. Go close that door buddy.

I could have left right there, but I did what I said. Adrenaline was coursing through my body, but I didn’t feel unsafe. I just felt a little naughty- I didn’t just want to go jerk off in my apartment alone like usual tonight. I walked over and shut the door and clicked the lock.

I like the way you think. Let’s see what you’re packing. Without thinking, I started to strip right there. I pulled off my baggy shirt and sweatpants, and with only a slight hesitation, I pushed my boxers to the ground. I was standing naked in front of a stranger, completely hard. He picked up the leather and walked over to me. He rubbed the warm strap across my chest and down my back. The hot, metal buckle burned a bit, but I liked it.

Do you wanna try it on?

Yes. My answer came quicker than I wanted, but the man just laughed. He knelt down and gently, sensually let me step into it. He pulled it up and began to adjust the straps. He pulled hard, and my ass cheeks were squeezed together, basically there solely for him to admire. My hard cock was through the cock ring, but it was too big for me. I needed to see him naked to see what could really fill this ring.

I stepped forward towards him and leaned up to kiss him. He knelt down for me, and I could feel his tongue filling my mouth. He was a gentle kisser- such a contrast from the demeanor he gave off. He pulled back and lifted his shirt above his head. His beefy pecs spilled out, and my mouth went straight for them. I swirled my tongue around his right nipple, and he let loose a guttural moan. I could feel his body tense. I somehow pulled away and knelt down to get those pants off of him. I unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down. I was now at face level with his crotch, which was clad in a bright pink pair of snug briefs. The fabric was almost see through across his bulge, and I could see my prize. I pulled those down as well and put my mouth to work. He quickly begin to grow in my mouth, and it was a feat not to gag on his size. I heard coins being put into the washer behind him, and it started vibrating. The added motion sent me into a frenzy, but he pulled me off.

Not yet, I’m getting close. Your turn. He picked me up and sat me on the washer as if I weighed nothing. I had a few seconds to take in the sight of one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen, before his mouth was on me. His mustache rubbed against my dick, which turned me on more that I knew. Between his mouth and the vibration on my ass, I was cumming within minutes. He kept his mouth on me, and right as I came, he shoved two fingers in my ass. I came like I never had before, and he sucked it all down. Before I even had time to process, he had gotten a condom from his jeans, pulled it on, and he had his dick in my ass. He pushed the head in, and once I started moaning in ecstasy, he pushed his way fully in.

He pounded away at me, and I felt things I’d never felt before. The spin cycle began, and he came into my ass, shooting twice as much as I had. I felt him against my prostrate, and I felt my dick shivering again. I came a second time onto my stomach, and he leaned down to lick it off. I was his now, completely. He lifted me to the ground, and my legs almost fell beneath me. He helped me get dressed, and I felt so warm. He began to dress, and I watched his firm ass as he pulled those jeans up, not even pulling on his briefs.

So, how does a man own a leather jockstrap and pastel briefs?

He turned around and laughed. The jock was actually a novelty gift from an old ex. It must have accidentally fallen into my hamper in the closet. But of course, I wanted you to think that I used it all the time. You keep it though. He threw me the pink briefs from the floor as well. And keep these too to remember me.