Fun In The Laundry Room

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Fun In The Laundry RoomFun In The Laundry RoomBy: Londebaaz ChohanFinally, the apartment complex on Avenue Y; got inaugurated by the Mayor Dinkins. It was 7 buildings of 5 stories each with 20 apartments in every building, 1 block from the Kenley Island hospital. This was a very welcome and much appreciated relief for the resident doctors, nurses and the other staff working at the Hospital. As there was no shopping area close by, other than a small grocery stores for milk, bread and juices in emergency, the management did very nice to install couple of coin operated washing machines and dryers in a small area of the basement and they provided a key to every tenant for an easy access to the area. I worked the so called, graveyard shift in the Dept. of the Radiology and did my laundry, usually first thing in the very early morning hours when I came back from the hospital; maybe a reason that I never saw any of the other tenants in the laundry area but of course rarely, I did see the clothes left in the washers, dryers or on the tables provided for the folding of the clothes. One day I saw a pair of the new fashioned Calvin Klein brand cotton briefs laying alone on the folding table. I reached for it but looked back to make sure that the door was locked before sniffing the odor to see if they were washed clean or still enriched with the male aroma that exudes from the cock, balls and the pubis area of the men who wear Calvin Klein. The mushy fabric of the briefs smelled strongly musky at the cock pouch, cradling the sweaty balls and the true core of a man. In response, my cock started swelling much faster, pushing against my own underwear and the jeans making me press the richly smelling brief to my nose and inhale deeply to savor the aura as I rubbed my cock through my jeans. As I became harder, soon I was rubbing my meaty shaft up and down and the larger cock head over the jeans with my palm and the fingers. Soon ümraniye escort I was inspecting the briefs much closer for the streaks of the dried cum near the cock hole area. Finding it clean, only the naughty thoughts came to my mind. Maybe the guy consumed his essence all the time, maybe he was saving it for someone special, he was going to fuck soon. Maybe he always came in a sock or a cum rag. This was making me think on and on where this guy shot his load of cum, because he did not leave any trace in the briefs. It was making me so horny that I did not give a fuck, if someone walked in and saw me sniffing a stranger’s underwear. Soon, I unzipped and pulled my fat and thick 8” long monster, out of the jeans and started to stroke it hard, using the spit as a lube. With the other hand, now I smelled the back end of the CK briefs. It felt quite ripe and richly masculine making me go crazy. Though there were 19 other people with the key to the front door of the Laundry area and anyone could come in to catch me naked and in action but I was feeling very safe. My foreskin was gliding back and forth over the swollen cock head as I thrusted faster in and out of my fist. My purple helmet head appearing and disappearing at a pace. Taking another sniff of the CK brief pouch; my thoughts began a very wild imagination of who this briefs belonged to. The Medium size was a kind of suggestion that it belonged to anyone of the Pilipino twins, who worked in the Dental Lab of the hospital and lived in the apartment above mine. I had always checked them as I saw them going up or down the stairs, as they came back from their jogging routine and I was leaving for the Hospital. I always made a clandestine effort to assess their cock sizes and at least one of them did seem to be massively hung even when limp and the way his meat moved between his groin as they stepped down the stairs, especially. I could kadıköy escort not ignore the possibility of the brief being a home to the cock of an Indian looking doctor who worked in the Emergency but then he lived with a nurse and sure did look like a guy, who would wear this type of CK briefs. Not only this, he had always given me an invitational smile to visit his 4th floor apartment only if I ever followed him. He had a very fit body and a full pouch showing in his shorts whenever he was going to play tennis and came back all sweaty giving a full outline view of his junk. I had seen a glimpse of his cock, over one thigh and then the other, back and forth. Imagining him undressing to get rid of the sweaty clothes; I had started jerking off much harder, sniffing the briefs much deeper, wrapped over my nose. O’ fucking Lord!! I could imagine seeing him standing not far from me and dropping his sports pants to the floor and then slowly, gradually pulling the front of his boxer lower. First revealing the very well shaved and groomed pubes and then the bulky shaft. My God! the thickest portion of the shaft, slowly more and some more and more. Finally, the full length of his cock hangs free. Fucking beautiful cut cock!! Maybe he is not an Indian; could be an Arab with long thick cock and shaved balls. Overwhelmed with the scene, I shut my eyes tight, wrapped the CK brief around my cock thinking, it was his cock, I was rubbing with mine, the tickling in my balls was also a feeling of his balls as they grazed against mine with every stroke. The mutual gelling of our cocks and the friction was so intense; I felt my balls starting to churn making me pump myself harder and faster into the CK brief in my fist. My grunting became much louder as the young doctor bended over in my imagination, pulled his cheeks apart showing me the pink of his inside and begged me to fuck him. I was fast approaching bostancı escort my orgasm as I brought the brief back to my nose. Now my pre cum was flowing from my cock slit as if something had broken inside. I lubed my cock and the hand with the pre cum. The strong scent of the sweaty cock, balls and ass helping; I started to stroke my cock furiously.In my imaginations, I was pressing my engorged pulsing cock head into the hot and snugly tight, quivering ass hole of my upstairs neighbor and fucking his wet bowels. I imagined to make him cry with the blatant and brutal thrusts and the pounding of his prostate with each attack. I repeatedly inhaled those briefs just to believe that they were his. I felt our bodies getting all wet and slick with the sweat. I imagined the sodden smacking of our naked skin and the balls as they clapped together with each powerful thrust in his ass hole making my cock shaft disappear and reappear repeatedly. I sensed him bucking against me, making me fuck him and he fucking himself against my wedging meat dong. I felt grabbing his both shoulders in my hands, so I could fuck him even deeper and rougher with my ass destroying cock. All of this imaginary fucking, friction and the sensation made me moan uncontrollably as my orgasm started to peek in my balls and rush to exit through the hole at the top of the shaft. Maybe a dozen or less, more strokes and the warm, long and very thick ropes of my juices started to shoot from my cock. My ejaculation continued spasm after spasm in my hand as a proof of tremendous pleasure. Soon my cock was overly sensitive for anymore jerking and I had to leave him alone before tucking the b**st in my pants. I did not want to leave any of my DNA marks on the Laundry floor and reached to grab the rag from the wash basin to wipe all the cum splattered all over the cement floor. Now completely relieved, it was time to do my laundry but before choosing a wash machine, I reached in my laundry bag and pulled out one of my Andrew Christian underwear with lots of the dry cum stains in it to be left on the folding table as a souvenir for a deserving new friend. The End. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan October 23, 2019.

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