Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2012 21:46:15 -0500 From: jon gaynokla Subject: Doing the Wash M/t Doing the Wash by Gaynokla@gmail.com Opening the door to the laundry mat at my apartment complex, I saw a teenager about 15 or 16 years old leaning on a washer looking very bored. As I entered, he looked up smiled and said hello. I'm not used to seeing anyone here this late at night. Yea, my mom forgot to wash clothes today and I have nothing to wear to school tomorrow, so here I am. I started loading my machine when his washer buzzed and I saw him turn around and open the lid reaching up to the shelf above it for his basket. Shit! Are you okay?? I asked. No. I missed a couple of items in my basket and I have to have it for gym tomorrow and I don't have enough money to wash another load and my mom is at work. That's no big deal. Throw them in with my clothes, I replied. Well, if you are sure it would be okay, I would really appreciate it. With his clothes, which it turns out was a jock strap and a pair of bright red panties, added to mine and washing and his clothes drying, we sat down and started talking. His name was Austin. He was 15 and a sophomore in high school. His mom worked nights as a nurse and they saw each other as one was coming home and the other was leaving. He hated gym and loved drama class. We talked about everything and nothing right up to the dryer stopping and as Austin started folding his and his mom's clothes, I moved the clothes from the washer to the dryer. Then sitting back down I took my first good look at him. He was about 5'9", 120 lbs, straight black hair that kind of swayed across his eyes and face as he moved. He was thin almost femine and very white skinned, obviously not an outdoors type. His most attractive feature was his smile showing his perfect looking teeth and soft lips. His eyes were a sparkling blue that were quite beautiful and would have drawn you in if not for his constant smile. His clothes were baggy as was the custom these days but the strange thing was his pants. They were not sagging down his ass like everyone his age tended to wear and I wondered if he was shy or if there was a different reason. We started talking again and before you knew it my clothes were dry. I dumped them on the folding table and picked up his jock strap and handed it to him. Smiling, he took them and folded them neatly placing them into his basket. Then I pulled out the bright red panties and handed them to him telling him that I would have figured a blue or even purple would have been a better choice of color for him. He started to thank me, paused and asked what I meant by saying a better color for him. Well, red is a great color and I am sure they look good on you, but personally I think a rich blue or purple would look better with your complexion. And before you ask, I noticed that your mom's underwear are just that, underwear, not panties and plus they are larger than the red ones which are about the same size as your jock. Don't worry, I won't say anything. I like you more and respect you more for being yourself, besides if I said anything I probably would never get a chance to see you model them. Blushing and embarrassed, he said purple was his favorite color but couldn't find any in that color and that yes, blue looks better than red on him. I smiled and told him I would love to see him in them sometime. He looked around and slowly walked to the aisle between the washers pushing his hand down the front of his pants and motioned me over. Looking around again, he started undueing his jeans button and with hands shaking lowered the zipper revealing a pair of rich dark blue panties. He had no hair showing around or through them and no treasure trail. His legs were smooth as well and looked oh so long going down into his pants. I was instantly hard and wondered how much better he would look if he didn?t have all the clothes hiding his body. You're beautiful and oh sooo sexy! I told him as I adjusted my hard dick. He blushed and pulled up his pants telling me he needed to go to bed but hoped he would be able to sleep. It seems he was a little excited even though I didn?t notice his dick through the panties. Then it dawned on me that when he put his hand down his pants he had pushed his dick between his thighs to give the flat look to his groin. I told him I would be more than happy to help him with his delima but warned him that I would have to suck a minimum of two loads out of him. I then assured him that he would sleep soundly with empty balls and that I would sleep better with a stomach full of delicious boy cum.