Mason had sobered up from the night cruising bars with his friends. The endless comments about girls butts and breasts, stories about sexual conquests and bragging about returned looks bored him.
But he enjoyed his friends and that was what it was about for him. And they didn't notice his darting eyes rested on the men in the bars. The guys who's half unbuttoned shirts and tight jeans displayed themselves for hopefully responding females.
The curly haired, the buzz cut, the flattops - the see through shirts and butt conforming pants - the wide open pupils, the thick lips the half hard or stuffed crotches - it was enough for him to enjoy himself.
Of course the drinks helped. By the time his friends dropped Mason off in front of his apartment building, he was ready to collapse over his toilet and let nature rid his body of the evening's ingestion.
He was not looking forward to that exhausting physical process that would leave him coiled on the floor waiting to gain enough energy to move to his bedroom.
But to his delight, only urine flowed that evening. He shucked his shirt while his penis drained and stretched his torso. The multiple slices of pizza must have helped his body absorb the alcohol he figured.
Shaking his dripping penis he moved to the living room and flopped on the couch leaving his pants unbuttoned.
The TV offered an hour or two of distraction and his hand pet his favorite pleasure tool.
He woke suddenly. It was four o'clock. Mason had napped for an hour he estimated.
A burst of energy had him kicking his pants off and grabbing the bag of dirty laundry. He pulled on a pair of dirty boxers and crept out the door and down the stairs to the laundry room. Nobody would be there at that hour.
Mason stuffed all the laundry into a washing machine.He didn't separate the whites and colors, he never did. And with one look around the hallway, he returned and stripped off the boxers adding them to the machine.
The machine began to cleanse his clothes while he stood naked feeling a bit naughty. He sat on the machine and felt the vibration against his balls and butt. His cock rose with pleasure and he giggled as he began to play with it.
"Hey" the voice startled him.
A shirtless guy near his age had entered the doorway. He had a joint in his mouth. "me too" was all he said as he stuffed another machine with his own laundry and like Maston stripped off his jeans leaving him naked. "Best way to get it all done, want some?" he passed the joint to Mason.
Mason took his hand away from covering his hardening cock to accept it.
"I see you're glad to see me" the guy smiled his eyes aimed at Mason's erection. "it's cool, you ever had an orgasm sitting on the machine?"
Mason inhaled and shook his head "no" wondering what he should do. He didn't have long to wait.
The guy was in front of him and lowering his head to lick and wrap his lips around Mason's cock. Mason gasped at the warmness adding excitement to the washing machine's vibrations against his body.
"Oh shit man" Mason muttered as he held the joint.
The guy pulled his lips back and took the joint. Mason could see his cock was rock hard now too.
"Ever been fucked on one of those?" the guy asked before inhaling the joint.
Mason began to feel the effects of the joint on his still slightly drunk body. He let the guy lift his legs until they rested on his shoulders.
"Just lean back" he said letting smoke escape from his mouth "You're gonna love this"
The salava slickened cock pressed against Mason's hole which surprizingly opened like a hungry mouth.
"Yea" was all the guy said as he pressed his hips forward until his pubic hair pressed against Mason's balls.
Mason felt his own head press against the wall, his upper back against the washing machine panel. He stretched his arms out to hold onto neighboring machines for balance and closed his eyes.
His mind flashed memories of the guys he had seen in the bars that evening as his body felt the thick flesh tube slide in and out of his bowels. His ears heard the stranger's moaning and muttering as he fucked.
But his mind focused on the gazes of men in the bars. They were staring back at him and smiling, one or two mouthed some words that looked like "I want to fuck you" and "Meet me in the bathroom" ... the memories were so vivid Mason wondered why he hadn't recognized them before.
"Shit" the guy slapped into him. Mason knew he was cumming, his sperm streams splatting his intestines. Mason was rock hard.
"Dry" was all he said as he pulled his cock out leaving Mason startled and with the sensation that he was still inside him.
The washing machines had stopped. The guy stuffed his wet laundry into a dryer. "Hey yours are done too"
Mason relunctantly moved from his position to put his own wet clean laundry into a dryer.
"Don't worry, we're not through" the guy said as he patted Mason's bare buttocks.
As the last quarter dropped down the slot and the dryer began it's work, the guy moved Mason in front of a washing machine.
"You're gonna love this" he said as he put quarters into an empty washing machine and it began it's shaking action. He pressed against Mason's back so he bent over his body forming an "L" around the mashine. Instinctively he reached for the back of the meachine to hold himself into place.
The guys cock returned inside his familiary warm flesh sheath and he began to fuck Mason again.
"I can do it two or three times" the guy bragged explaining why he was able to fuck so soon after cumming.
Mason didn't care. His brain was buzzed, his body needed the sensations and his brain created an image of his naked body bent over a machine while another naked body pressed against his back pumping his ass.
The image replaced the faces from the bars and it was as if he was having an out of body experience watching his pleasure receptive position.
"Shit you're tight" the guy said slapping Mason's butt to make sure his anal muscles responded gripping his cock as it continued to fuck.
"Oh shit" Mason heard himself and felt the fire flowing through his body and out his cock.
"You're cumming dude, hot!" the guy said.
But the guy kept fucking until he was ramming Mason so hard the washing machine that supported them began to rock hard.
"Fuck" the guy yelled and Mason knew the guy was shooting inside him a second time.
Mason didn't feel him withdraw. He lay there in position feeling the cock inside him. But he heard the guy opening the dryer and taking his clothes out.
"Kneel" the guy said. Mason looked around to see the guy standing there holding his laundry bag.
"Come on kneel"
Mason figured the guy was ready for a blow job and his third orgasm. So he knelt.
"Close your eyes" the guy said adn Mason complied.
The sensation startled him but the fact it felt good was even more startling. The guys warm stream moved across Mason's face over hsi chest down his stomach and over his rock hard cock, it moved back and forth and then stopped.
"Nice" the guy said "22, when you put your stuff away come on up" the guy left
Mason remained in place feeling the guys urine still dripping off the tip of his cock. He still felt the guys cock inside him.
Using one of this now dry boxers he had taken from the dryer he wiped himself dry. His laundry back full of his clean laundry, Mason left the room, remaining naked. He climbed the stairs and put his laundry in his apartment.
Then walking still naked up the stairs he arrived at apartment 22. Mason stood there naked and hard. He rang the bell.
A strange guy answered the door. "He's here" he said to someone in the room.
The guy whos cock had invaded him twice already came to the door. "Great, he's still horny and we both can fuck him" that was all he said as he waved Mason into the apartment.
Mason moved inside.