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The Apartment Laundry Room

by Daedalus_SF on Oct 8, 2019
Gay Male

The Apartment Laundry Room I nervously buzzed his apartment. What was I getting myself into? My heart was racing, my hands were clammy, my mouth was dry ... and my dick was starting to stiffen without even touching it. Logic dictated that I back out, but my dick demanded I go through with it. “Yes?” he asked statically through the intercom. I recognized...

First Time Man Sex

by Martins on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

I loved the smell of the laundry room. Located on the bottom floor of our college dorm it has that warm fresh smell that contrasts sharply with the wintery chill outside. It also gives me a chance to meet other students since I keep my head crammed in a book up in the dorm most of the time. Oh, it's not because I'm a bookworm. Being on the swim team, I try...

TY and I

by snozzberry1964 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I was sitting in the laundry room when a youth black teenaged boy entered carrying a heavy laundry basket and proceeded to stuff the clothes into one of the washing machines. I gave him a polite little nod, which returned. I recognized him from casual passes in the halls. He lived with a woman I assumed to be his grandmother and had the distinction of being...

Soft-mouthed Sandy

by Anitole on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Balancing my laptop case atop the pile of clothes in the laundry basket, I stepped through the propped-open front door of my girl's apartment. It was a large bundle. I'd have to set it down outside and go back for my cell phone and keys. No sooner had I placed the basket on the outdoor patio than I heard the slam and pop of the door shutting and locking. I t...

The Pictures Ch. 06

by Mike Cindy on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

I spent the rest of the night moving my clothes into the spare bedroom and doing Cindy’s laundry. Every time I tried to talk about what happened, Cindy told me to hush and do as I was told. I still loved my beautiful wife and I wanted our life back. As Cindy walked towards what use to be our bedroom, she said, “Serve me breakfast in bed at 7:30.” With that...

The Harrington School for Boys Ch. 01

by AgentK on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

Dublin, 1926 Aidan was folding his laundry when his roommate Stephen came in. "Hey, Aidan. Matron wants to see you when you're finished with that." Aidan sighed. He had an idea what it was about. He was now eighteen, and could no longer stay at the orphanage. The matron probably wanted to see if he'd found a job and a place to live yet. He hadn't, and was g...

Picture Perfect

by tamgreen on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

We broke up for a lot of reasons, Angela and I, as people always do. It was the laundry that triggered it. We must have squabbled over the laundry at least a dozen times before, but for whatever reason, this time the proverbial camel collapsed under the pressure. I'd been putting through load after load, trying to get through it all before she got home from...

Dave Meets Vicki Ch. 05

by Rick_A on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

The Whole Story: Ch. 05 Dave entered his apartment and threw his clothes into the laundry hamper. His muscular body looked fine in the full length mirror of the bath. He flexed his various muscle groups. He showered and shaved, and spent time to shave his cock and balls. His ass crack and crotch were baby smooth when he finished. He dried off and returned t...

Men Seeking Men

by EarlytoRise on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

I made it through the week, not an inconsequential accomplishment in that strange year so long ago. I made it through Saturday, too. I wrote a little and did laundry and got some physical activity to try to take the edge off the tension I felt rising within me. I was horny and on a whim, I called up the web site of the Washington Blade, the local gay paper...

Little Sex Toy Ch. 05

by keptsissy on Sep 26, 2017
Gay Male

I'm squatting in the middle of his cold cement basement floor, just over the drain in his laundry room, sitting back on my high heels. The 4" spike heels he insists I wear now around the house, wobble in them and get whipped for it, walking or squatting. He says a 'lady-like' little bitch should know how to wear high heel shoes. Leather, padded restraints...