Message-ID: <155334Z12091994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss From: an41470@anon.penet.fi (M. Knight) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.motss Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an41470@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 12 Sep 1994 15:52:47 UTC Subject: "Drycleaning Fantasy" (M/M) Lines: 209 The following story involves males participating in consensual sexual activity. If that's not your thing, leave now. This work of fiction may not be published in any form for commercial purposes without my written consent. You may distribute it as you wish with the header intact, but don't change anything. The copyright resides with the author at an41470. Because sending out copies of past stories involving Alex cuts into the time I spend writing these tales, I will not answer requests for reposts or for sending them to you personally. Post your request to the list and maybe some kind soul will help you out. I welcome all comments and encouragement is especially welcome. (That's what keeps me writing these.) Another Day in Alex's Sex Life: "Drycleaning Fantasy" by Mitchell Knight Over the roar of showers I could hear Kent's taunting voice. "Petey! So, wa's up with you and Sharon?" he called out. Tim grinned as he, too, heard the question. He turned off his spigot to go see what Kent was up to. I rolled my eyes but turned off mine as well and followed Tim out of the room. Kent was drying off in the corridor with his best friend Craig. Both of them had their gaze directed towards the skinny, ghost-white figure who was drying off a few feet across from them. "What do you mean?" Pete asked, wrinkling his nose, causing his glasses to slide up his face. Kent tormented our resident nerd every chance he got. I thought it was pretty stupid, but Kent really got his kicks out of it, and since he was on the track team, with Tim and I, I didn't say anything. "You know, Petey. Did she give ya any?" Kent asked. Craig chuckled. "Give me any what?" I couldn't tell whether Pete was just playing dumb or if he really didn't have any idea what Kent was asking. "Have you slipped her the salami?" Kent continued. He grabbed his own healthy piece of meat to emphasize his point. Pete just glanced at Kent's crotch while he was grabbing himself, and then he answered, "No." After wrinkling his nose again, Pete wrapped the towel around his waist and headed towards his locker. "C'mon, Petey. When are ya gonna do her? Inquiring minds want to know." Kent called after him. When Pete didn't answer, Kent just smirked, a look that went perfectly with his arrogant face. I don't understand where the bully streak in Kent came from. He was a really nice guy most of the time. When I'd joined track he'd gone out of his way to get to know me. He was cute too with a trim little body from all the running. He had black hair that was now shaved close to his skull with long bangs that hung over his right eye. Kent's thin face had bright green eyes that always held a mischievous gleam. His thin lips always seemed ready to curl into a self-satisfied grin. His skin was a light brown color from his summer tan. "Hey, Alex," Kent called out, looking my way. "Yeah?" "Do you work tonight?" "Yes." "Maybe I'll stop by." I nodded. Sometimes the guys from the track team would stop by and visit. My location wasn't very busy, so I enjoyed getting the company. When 7:45 rolled around that night, I just figured Kent wasn't going to show up. My last customer had been at seven, and since I'd finished my homework, I was just waiting around until eight when I could close up the store. Then I heard the bell clang at the door. I passed through the rows of clothes in plastic bags to reach the front counter to help this customer. A familiar tan faced, black haired cutie greeted me. "Hey, Alex. How're they hangin'?" he asked with a grin. "Okay," I answered with a smile. "I almost thought you weren't going to show up." "I had to make sure I had all my drycleaning." I looked around for a bag or some clothes on the counter but didn't see anything. "So where is it?" I asked. Kent chuckled and glanced at the clock. "Think you could close up early?" he asked. "Sure. Why--" and then a sneaking suspicion came over me. Without another word, I went to the door and locked it, putting out the "Closed" sign. With a rapidly beating heart and my cock expanding in my pants, I returned to my position behind the counter. "So where's your drycleaning?" I asked coyly. "Well, I really need to get this shirt cleaned," Kent answered. He started to slowly unbutton it, glancing up a couple of times to watch my reaction. Once it was undone, he pulled it off his firm, wiry body and put it on the counter. "Oh, and I need these shorts cleaned too," Kent said. My hand started caressing the bulge between my legs while Kent slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and then slid them down his thin, well-formed legs. He was wearing black silk boxers underneath. A trail of short black hairs started at his navel and disappeared under the waistband of his boxers. I kneaded my crotch more intensely. Kent smiled at me as he hooked his fingers in the sides of his boxer shorts. "Go ahead, take it out," he urged, nodding towards my cock. Within seconds I'd dropped my pants and jockeys to my ankles and was stroking my erection with gusto. "These have a little stain in them," Kent explained as he slowly slid them down, allowing his thick curly pubes and generous (about 8") erection go free. Precum glistened at the head of his cock. "I got a little excited one night and made this stain in my shorts," Kent said, pointing to the imaginary stain. I nodded and smiled. Kent sat down in the chair and spread his legs wide as he began beating his own thick meat. He licked a finger and then stuck it up his anus. I watched as he slid it in and out a couple times. Taking this cue, I licked my own finger, and soon I was increasing my pleasure with some anal stimulation. Without warning, Kent's dick started shooting thick jets of cum all over his tan chest. The sight of this caused the pressure in my groin to release without any notice. I gasped as my own cum shot all over the counter in front of me. I grabbed the paper towels under the counter and started cleaning up. Kent rubbed his own semen into his chest before dressing. "Man, Alex, that was a really hot fantasy," Kent admitted, shaking his head. "I haven't come like that in a long time." "Who told you?" I asked. "Tim." I nodded. Of course. He was the only person I'd ever told about my secret wish to have a hot guy come in and strip at the drycleaners for me. "Hey, if you've got any more fantasies you just have to let me know." "I will." 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