Guys and Laundry

Hugh was kicked out of his girlfriend’s apartment. “You’re such a lying scumbag!” Unfortunately, today was laundry day, and his only clean clothes were a pair of underwear. Hugh couldn’t negotiate with her to get her to do the laundry one final time, so he went to the basement to wash his clothes.

To his surprise, a good-looking man was sitting on top of one of the washers, in only his underwear as well.

“What’s the situation?” he asked.

“My girlfriend kicked me out on laundry day, and this is the only clean piece of clothing I have. What about you?”

“I wash all my clothes at the same time, with an underwear being the only thing left over.”

“Doesn’t your apartment stink because of that?”

“Maybe I like that. My name’s Kurt, by the way. Are you looking for a place to stay?”

“Yeah. I can’t really afford a hotel, and none of my friends are in town this week. Everyone except me was invited to a wedding. I did bully the poor boy, so I can see why.”

“Sweet. I require payment every Sunday, and that includes today.”

“How much?”

“$300.”

“I don’t have that money on me right now!”

“Well, there are other ways to pay for this week.” Kurt’s hands gravitated to his briefs, and he held the straps.

“I’m not a fucking faggot, bro. No homo!”

“That’s okay. But I know quite a lot of homeless men in this part of town. They’re always looking for a warm body to cuddle with, and they don’t give a damn about their sex.”

“Fuck, Kurt! So, what will I have to fucking do?”

“I’ll give you a choice. You can suck me off, and then I’ll fuck you. Or we can swap, where I suck and you fuck.”

“I’ve had some great fucking blowjobs before, so the second option.”

“Perfect. Now drop your boxers and let me at it.” Hugh dropped them to reveal a moderately sized cock. It definitely wasn’t at micropenis level, but it wasn’t porn star length either.

“FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!” moaned Hugh, halfway through. Kurt really caressed Hugh’s cock with his tongue, and knew the anatomy much better. Hugh had never felt tongue under his cockhead before.

Kurt would have liked to see Hugh’s load on his muscular chest, but he knew time was of the essence, so he swallowed it.

“It actually tastes like milk, Hugh. How’d you do that?”

“I don’t know. It’s a gift! So, what do I have to do?”

“It’s really just like penetrative sex on a woman, only there’s one hole to worry about.”

“Do I need to watch myself do this?”

“Of course, guide yourself in visually, but after that, you should be good.” Hugh waited for his refractory period to finish, and then positioned his cock above Kurt’s hole. He pushed in, and he slid in easily. He then felt his dick being clenched.

“Perfectly normal,” noted Kurt. “My hole’s very loose, so I need to physically clench it.”

Hugh took that to heart, and began thrusting. Kurt was right. It was really just like sex, but he didn’t need to worry about entering the wrong opening. He came fairly quickly, partly because he wanted to get it over with.

“Not too shabby, Hugh. First week is now paid off.”

“And this won’t happen again?”

“If you don’t pay. Or, you could save your money and do this weekly. I’m in 607. Knock when you’re done with your load,” said Kurt. He had switched his clothes during Hugh’s refractory period.

“Okay.” Hugh was seriously pondering that decision. He would save three hundred a week, and now it would be inside their apartment. And it wasn’t fucking terrible, either. He had come to his decision by the time his clothes were finished drying.

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