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Laundry is a necessary evil in college. It really wasn't that big of a deal to me though. I had been doing laundry at home since I was a little kid, after mom left, so I could get through it pretty quickly. Dad always let me get away with having to do other chores if I did all of our laundry. Same thing since we've been at college. George asked me if I'd do his laundry, and in return, he'd keep the room neater. So, this Sunday morning, I found myself gathering our dirty laundry to take to the basement laundry room to get through it. It was a pleasant fringe benefit that I could handle George's underwear (I promise I didn't sniff his sweaty stuff as I was putting it in the machine...). I planned on taking my Chemistry text book along for the trip to try to get some work done while I was waiting for the machines to finish.
I had waited a little too long to do laundry this time, as I didn't have a lot of clothes left to wear. No underwear, some shorts that were a little too short and a tank top that was probably a size too small, hugging my torso and leaving little to the imagination. Oh well, it usually wasn't that busy on Sunday morning, and who the fuck really cared??
I got down to the laundry room to find it empty, so I went about using a couple of the machines to start our loads. There were quite a few machines down there, so I could take more than one and get it all done quicker. I started the washers and sat down at the big table in the middle of the room with my books and started working on my project, not paying much attention to what was going on around me. The whirr of the machines and the big exhaust fan drowned out much of the noise around me, so I folded into a cocoon and studied. I didn't even notice when the door opened and someone else came in, but I certainly heard him when he crashed into one of the machines and leaned against it unsteadily. It was obvious he was pretty drunk and had what appeared to be something that came out of his body all down the front of his clothes. He kicked off his shoes and started to undress right there, throwing his clothes into the machine and slamming the lid down. He sort of slumped against the machine, using it and the wall to stay upright, then slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor in front of it, naked, and very drunk. He didn't turn the machine on or put detergent in it, so I walked over and asked him if he needed help with the controls. He just stared at me for a moment then eyed me up and down, but didn't say anything. I thought I'd be nice, so I put soap and fabric softener in and turned it on. I felt his eyes on me the whole time, but he still didn't say anything.
I went back to the table and sat down to study some more, but I will admit that I strutted a little and bent over more dramatically than I normally would have, just to see what would happen. My clothes did a good job of showing off my assets, especially my legs and ass, as well as my tight body. He didn't move, so I went back to studying, occasionally catching glimpses of this naked man in the laundry room. He was ruggedly attractive - clearly a football player or some other sport that emphasized size over finesse. He was well built but not sculpted or cut, with broad shoulders and a fine mat of hair over his chest and abdomen. He was slumped against the wall with a hand holding up his head and his knees spread out, his soft dick hanging down over his big balls and nearly reaching the floor. He hadn't shaved for a day or two, but it was clear he was a clean-cut man normally, just as most of the football players are, as they are required to shave and have good haircuts for away games. He just kept staring at me, or at least in my direction, without expression or any communication.
My washers finished, and I went to them to transfer to the dryer, which is stacked on top of the washer. I bent over to get the clothes, then "had" to stretch up to put them in the dryer, very much putting on a show and seeing if I could get any reaction. Nothing, although I think he may have been a little "plumper" than he was when he first sat down, but it was a small difference. He was clearly a shower, not a grower (while I'm very much a grower).
I'm not sure why I was trying so hard to get a reaction from him, but it was like a challenge that I wanted to succeed at. I usually get what I want, and I didn't want to break my streak. Did I want him? I mean, sure. He was built and had a great dick, so why not? I made it back to the table and was working on my Chemistry when his machine buzzed that it was finished. I looked over at him, and he was still staring at me, or at least near me, and didn't react to the buzz. I went over and opened his machine to transfer his wet clothes to the dryer, bending over right in front of him then standing up and "straining" to reach the dryer, up on my tiptoes, to load the machine. As I was standing there right in front of him, my butt sticking out topping my legs that were all but uncovered due to my short shorts, I felt his hand lightly touch my calf then run up my thigh to the bottom of my ass, slightly exposed under the edge of my shorts.
His meaty hand grabbed my ass over my shorts, massaging my muscles, eliciting a moan from me. I dropped back down a little, off my toes, and remained standing against the machine. I closed the door and started it, then just stayed there as he continued to roughly massage my ass. I looked down over my shoulder and saw him looking at my legs and butt, his dick clearly harder than it was before. The length stayed the same, but his girth was considerably bigger and it was no longer touching the ground, but was pointed out in front of him. He didn't make eye contact, but he clearly was enjoying playing with my tight butt.
He clumsily reached up and grabbed at the waistband of my shorts and pulled on them, trying to expose my ass, I suppose. I wiggled my butt and helped him, my shorts sliding down my legs and puddling on the floor at my feet. His hand went directly to my smooth butt cheeks, rubbing them lightly. The delicate touch brought out goose flesh on my butt and caused me to shiver at his attention. I giggled lightly, and he reached up to my waist and pulled me down clumsily. I crashed to the ground and landed sideways on his lap, his hard dick pushed down under my butt and trapped against the floor. His arms wrapped around me from the side and pulled me into him. He was trying to rearrange me on his lap but was so uncoordinated, I couldn't tell what he was trying to accomplish. I spun around and straddled him, my arms on his shoulders. He finally made eye contact with me and smiled. He reached up and grabbed my head, pulling me down into a sloppy, aggressive kiss.
His hand came down my chest and tweaked my nipple really hard on the right, which has never been something I loved, so I squirmed around on his lap. He reached down and grabbed both of my ass cheeks and pulled my tight against him, his dick riding up my crack. He broke the kiss and said "Gonna let me in the tight pussy, baby?"
"Uh huh. Split me open with that hard dick."
"Fuck yeah. Finally gonna get in that ass! I've watched you around the dorm for weeks, and now I get it!"
"All you had to do was ask, big boy. I wasn't playing hard to get!"
I honestly didn't remember ever seeing him before, but who knows? Lots of boys in the dorm, and only so many days in the week! I spit in my hand and reached back to coat the head of his dick, rubbing my lube into his heavy shaft before rising up and pointing it at my smooth hole. I spit into my hand one more time, worried his girth might need the extra assistance, then slowly dropped down, his dick knocking at my back door. We met resistance for several moments before my hole gave way and accepted his glans and the first bit of the shaft inside. The stretch felt amazing, my tight muscles yielding to his intrusion. I held still for a moment to get used to his size, but he had other ideas. With his hands still on my ass, he grabbed on tight and pulled me down, down, down, until he was fully inside. My hard dick was riding against his furry belly, but he paid it no attention as my hole tightly gripped his dick sliding inside my depths. His girth was immense, and the pain I felt as he initially drove inside was slowly giving way to pleasure as he picked me up and used my body to jack his dick.
His arms were bulging with the job of picking me up and dropping me down on his dick. His grunting coupled with my moans competed against the white noise of the machines in the laundry room for dominance. I doubt anyone could hear as they walked by outside, but peeking in the door, they would've gotten an eyeful! I was regaining some strength and coordination, working my feet under me to be flat on the floor, so I was able to use my legs and arms around his neck to assist him in lifting me up and dropping me down, which I did with increasing force until his hole splitter was slamming into me each time I went down. I hugged him closer and buried my face in his neck, moaning and grunting and drooling down his shoulder as we worked together to make this fuck a memorable one.
All of a sudden, he roared and pushed me forward until I tumbled and was on my back on the cold tile floor. He remained inside me but maneuvered over me, curling me up with my thighs against my chest and my knees banging my ears. This gave him all of the control, and he used it to absolutely pummel my hole. His animalistic grunts, accompanying each thrust into my body, drove me wild, as well as the feeling of his big balls slamming into my ass each time he bottomed out inside me. His scruffy beard was rubbing my neck raw as he held tight against me and continued his assault on my ass. I wrapped my arms tight around him and held on, my hole completely yielding any strength to his dick and allowing him total access to my enveloping boi pussy. I used what muscle strength I had to contract around him, increasing the sensations we were both feeling. I wiggled my legs free and wrapped them around him, pulling him tight against me while he flexed his back and drove his monster inside. We were scooting across the floor, the skin of my shoulders squeaking with each thrust, until we were under one of the folding tables. The echo there of our grunts and moans enveloped our senses, and drove me closer to orgasm.
He was relentless! His rhythmic pounding against my ass, the squeak of my skin on the floor, his belly hair rubbing my stone-hard dick all combined to push me over the edge. I released my load between us, gasping and moaning as I shot spurt after spurt up on my chest and neck, soaking into my skin tight tank top. His grunts became more urgent, as my body continued to convulse with my orgasm, and he pushed in one final time and held still, unloading his massive load inside me. I could feel his dick expand in my hole while he held still then pulse with each shot as he filled me up. He then unleashed the hardest and fastest fucks he'd yet given, driving his load as deep as he could get it, some of it squishing out around his shaft.
He collapsed on top of me and remained still for several moments, regaining his breath and relaxing his muscles. I stayed wrapped around him, holding on tight to feel his warmth and strength as long as possible. He took in a big breath and pushed up, breaking free from me, then leaned down and kissed me delicately before crawling out from under the table. I collapsed on the floor, my muscles letting go for the first time in a while. I could feel his load leaking out of my wide open hole, no strength left to try to hold it in. As he stood up, still unsteady on his feet, his dryer buzzed that it was done. He reached in and grabbed his clothes, then got dressed there in the laundry room. He banged against the machine a couple of times while he was putting on his pants, then stumbled past the table and out the door.
My clothes had long since finished, so I slowly crawled out from under the table. I found my shorts and pulled them up, allowing his load to spread out over my ass and soak into the material. I gathered my books and our clothes and took them back upstairs, so I could fold them. I passed two guys on the stairway going up, and the very obvious stain on my shirt did not go unnoticed. I wondered if they would like to pass the time in the laundry room like my friend did. Damn, I didn't even get his name!
Thanks! Let me know want you thought! Drew (writer.drew@proton.me)