Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2009 20:10:31 -0800 (PST) From: s s Subject: Doing Laundry, and Marcus This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and an older man. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. This work is not permitted to be displayed or reproduced in any form, specifically on any website or internet site, except by specific permission of the author. Let me know what you think -- If you like my work and let me know, I'll be more likely to write more.. You can contact me at subanalslut@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear from you and I will accept all valid comments and criticism. My name is Ben, right now I'm 21 and a senior in college, but I enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past at my experiences growing up... When I was growing up, living with my parents, even though I was pretty busy sucking and getting fucked by as much cock as I could get, I still had to do a few chores at home. I would take the garbage and recycling down to the basement, and also go down there to do laundry. The building we lived in wasn't huge, just four floors of four apartments per floor, so the basement laundry room was usually pretty empty. One of the high points of doing laundry for me as a horny teenager was it literally gave me the chance to sort through everyone's dirty laundry. Also, I could slip in some cum-stained things of mine to wash without anyone else noticing. My dad was an ex-football player, and he went to the gym a lot to lift weights, or play basketball with his buddies. When I was twelve and really coming to terms with how attracted I was to men, the highlight of doing laundry became finding his sweaty jockstrap, tangled in with the rest of his gym clothes. I was fascinated with my dad's jock. When I was sorting out the whites and the colors, as soon as I found it in the pile I would start to get hard. It gave me lots of jack-off fantasy material. Eventually it led to something even better. As well as the recycling bins and the laundry room, the basement of the building had an apartment for the super, and the boiler room. It was always really quiet down there, I rarely ran into anybody else doing laundry, and pretty much the only times I saw the super was when he signed for a package for us, or something. The super in our building was names Marcus. He was an older (to me at least) black guy, probably in his early forties. He had a muscular but stocky build and amazingly dark skin. Every time I saw him with his shaved head and sagging jeans, I felt the little butterflies of a crush start fluttering around in my stomach -- and a little lower. The only thing stopping me from coming on to him was that he was literally a little too close to home. Anyway, it was late Sunday morning and I was doing laundry, like every week. I was sorting through the bag, tossing stuff into the machines, and as soon as I grabbed the jockstrap from the bag, I could feel my dick get hard in my gym shorts. All of a sudden, I had the urge to smell it, to taste it. I didn't think any one else was around, so I closed my eyes and buried my face in the sweaty, musky pouch. The scent was intoxicating, especially since it was extra taboo, being my dad's. I was reaching down into my shorts to adjust my now rock hard dick when I heard a deep voice coming from behind me. "What do you think you are doing, kiddo?" I was so busted. I almost jumped out of my skin. Blushing bright red, I turned around to see Marcus standing in the door of the laundry room. "Nothing..." it was a weak effort, but it was the best I could come up with on such short notice when I was that embarrassed. "Oh really? Didn't look like 'nothing' to me. Whose jock are you sniffing, you little perv?" "I wasn't, I was just doing laundry." I tried to bluff it out. "I bet it's your father's. Does he know you are a little fag who likes to sniff his dirty underwear?" Marcus smirked. I guessed I wasn't going to be able to get by playing innocent. "Nope. And I don't see any reason for him to know either. Just like he doesn't know how much I like to suck cock, either." Marcus laughed at that one. "Well, we will have to keep it our little secret then, right kid?" he asked, grabbing the crotch of his baggy jeans. Score! "I know I won't be telling anyone..." I said. "Hurry your ass up with the laundry, kid, I want to see you in my 'office'." he laughed, pointing to the door of the boiler room. When I had finished throwing everything into the machines, I went to the door of the boiler room and knocked. "Come in, kid!" Marcus called. I entered his domain for the first time. It was the mechanical heart of the building, with rough brick and cement walls and pipes snaking up for heat and hot water. The floor was oil stained and dusty. For all that, though, it was obviously where Marcus spent a lot of time. There was an old tv set on the work bench and a recliner that had seen better days, which was where Marcus sat now, waiting for me. "So, you are a little cocksucker, huh kid?" he laughed. "Yeah, that's me..." "Mom and dad don't know it?" "Nope, they wouldn't be thrilled. It's easier for me to do my thing and let them not worry about it, don't you think?" "I couldn't agree more kid. Especially when your thing has you servicing my thing!". With that he unzipped the fly of his jeans. "Why don't you come over here and get to know it?" He didn't have to tell me twice, I was across the room kneeling in between his spread legs in a heartbeat. "So, you like sniffing your dad's dirty jockstrap? I think you're gonna love this, kid. Get your face up in my boxers." The scent was intoxicating -- sweaty, a little spicy, an overtone of precum. I was in heaven, tracing the outlines of his cock through the fabric with my tongue. "You weren't kidding, huh? I can tell you are a little slut for all kinds of cock!" I nodded and then grabbed the waistband of his boxers and tugged. He raised his hips so that I was able to slip them off, releasing his cock, which was hard as iron and leaking precum. It slapped my face when it popped free of the elastic waistband of his underwear, leaving a sticky trail of precum across my face -- I love it when that happens! Speaking of love, that's how I felt when I first saw his cock. It was beautiful, thick and veiny, and an amazing dark espresso color like the rest of his skin. Putting it in my mouth for the first time, it almost felt like I was trying to suck on my own fist, but my jaw soon adjusted and I was able to slide my lips further down the shaft. I was in heaven, and it sounded like Marcus was getting there, too, from the moaning sounds that he was trying to stifle. His hand on the back of my head got more insistent and forceful each time I slid more of his dick into my throat, and soon he had a fistful of my hair and was pumping my head up and down while he fucked my face and I gagged and sputtered, loving every minute of it. "How's it going there kid?" he asked when he finally let me up for a breath of air. I looked at him and grinned with spit dripping down my face, which was bright red as I took deep breaths to get some oxygen. "Its going great! You could tell I like it rough, huh?". He laughed, giving my face a little slap with his dick. "Its a good thing that you like it rough, cause that's the only way I give it. You are a pro, though -- Jesus, kid, why weren't you sucking me before?" "I guess I will just have to make up for lost time now, then." "Right, kid, so let's not waste any more time talking. I have better uses for your tongue." I looked up into his eyes with my best 'innocent little boy' look. "Like this?" I asked before shoving my face down between his legs to lick his balls. "Oh fuck yeah kid, that's exactly what I meant! Give my balls a good licking." He didn't have to ask me twice. I was loving the feel of them on my tongue. His dick was big, but his balls were huge! The feeling of the wrinkled skin of the sack stretched over those giant nuts was amazing on my tongue. "You really know what guys like, don't you kid?" I did my best to answer yes without taking my tongue off of his balls. "Get back on my dick for a minute." he said, guiding my head back to the spit covered head, with a fresh bead of precum at the tip. I took it in my mouth again, and this time slid as far down as I could. I twisted my head up to look him in the eye, then gagged does the rest of the shaft, feeling my throat stretch around it's thickness. With one final push and a little help from his hands on the back of my head, finally my nose was where it belonged, pressed into his wiry pubes, with his balls resting against my chin. He let me rest there for a second, then began fucking my face in earnest. I had to concentrate on trying to breathe but I could still hear him muttering: "Fuck yeah white boy -- you like this big black dick down your throat don't you -- little cocksucker." My jaw was starting to ache from being stretched wide around his cock for so long when he pulled his hands away again and let me off. I sat back on my heels, looking up at him. "You better go put your laundry in the dryer, kid. Just don't let anybody see you with that spit all running down your face." he laughed. "I will be right back. Don't go anywhere ok?" "Don't worry kid, I'm not done with you yet." "I hope not!" "So hurry your ass up!" I did exactly that, stuffing the clothes into the dryers and putting in extra quarters for an extended cycle. When I got back to the boiler room, Marcus was waiting for me just as he had promised, incredible dick sticking straight up between his spread legs as he sprawled in the recliner with his baggy jeans and boxers crumpled around his work booted feet and his balls resting in a puddle of spit that I had choked up while he reamed my throat. I slid the bolt in the door behind me and then dropped my shorts to the floor, shucking off my teeshirt in one smooth motion. Walking up to him I rubbed my hands up his legs, then cupped his balls. I was rubbing my own spit back up the shaft of his dick when he got the idea and spit in his hand, fingering my ass. "You want this big cock in your butt, don't you kid?" "You said it. I want you to fuck me really good." "Kid, I'm gonna fuck you like you have never been fucked before. Think you can take it?" "I know I can... and if I say I can't, that just means you have to make." "Pretty brave, kid. Why don't you climb up here on my lap?" I straddled him and supporting myself on the arms of the chair lowered myself down so that the head of his dick was just nudging up between the cheeks of my ass. He grabbed my ass in both hands and spread it wide. "Your skin is so white -- it looks so hot up against my big black cock. You ready to go kid?" "Yeah. More than ready!" With that he grabbed his dick and guided the slippery head up against my hole, pushing me down with his other hand grabbing my leg. I threw my head back as he started to penetrate me. I could feel my hole stretching to accommodate the girth of his shaft. It felt like I was sitting on a baseball bat! I tried to take deep breaths, but they came out more as shallow gasps as he slowly but relentlessly thrust into me, his big hands almost wrapping around me as he grabbed my waist to force more of his cock into me. The stretching was painful but it was also the most amazing feeling -- I felt totally filled up, and the deeper he went, the less it hurt and the better it felt. I arched my back and with a final jab of his dick I could feel my balls resting on his, my ass stretched around the base of his incredible cock with the full length lodged deep in my guts.. "Your ass is fucking amazing kid, I didn't think you were gonna be able to take it all! But you are a pro, right?" "You got that right!" He laughed "I can tell now, you must be a total little slut for cock. I bet you can't get enough!" "Especially when it's as big as yours and attached to someone as sexy as you are." "That's it, slut. You asked for it!" With that he lifted me up using his hands around my waist and drove me down on his cock, making me gasp. "You wanted to get fucked hard by my big cock? You wanted me to make you take it? Time to follow through, kid!" He was raising and lowering me with his strong arms, literally making me ride his dick. I felt like I was just a toy in his hands, which made my cock that much harder. In fact, each time he lifted my body up and slammed me back down, my rock hard dick slapped against my stomach, smearing precum onto the smooth skin. It felt amazing, and I was begging for more. Begging so loudly, actually, that he paused for a break with his cock buried deep in my ass. "Are you always a screamer, kid?" he asked. "Not like this... I guess I just can't control myself with that big thing pounding me!" "Just gimme a minute, then. Can you stand up?" He helped lift me off his cock, which made a sloppy slurping sound when the head popped out of my hole, which felt like it was stretched wide open. "First things first, kid.. You gotta clean me up a little." He gestured for me to lean over the arm of the chair. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head down and nudged his dick against my lips. "Open up, kid!" he ordered, slapping my ass. I opened my mouth, tasting my own freshly fucked ass as I slurped on his dick while he played with my stretched out hole, thrusting a finger in, then two, then three. "Mmmm fuck yeah stuff that noisy mouth with my dick for a minute kid. That will teach you to be so loud. I don't want to get caught with my pants down, especially with a little piece of jailbait like you." He kicked off his pants and boxers, leaving his boots on. He picked his boxers up from the pile on the floor. "If you like sniffing your daddy's jock, I think you are gonna love these. I have been wearing them for a while and I know my balls were getting all sweaty. Here -- smell." He rubbed the worn fabric against my face, forcing me to inhale the musky scent, filling my nostrils with the smell of sweat from his cock and balls. "You like that smell huh kid?" I nodded. "Lets see how much you like the taste!" With the he shoved the wadded up boxers into my mouth. "Sorry kid, I know you like to moan like a bitch in heat, but like I said, we gotta keep this between the two of us!" That said, he pushed me down onto the cold concrete floor saying, "That was just the warm up, kid, now comes the real fuck!" He crawled up behind me, holding my legs apart with his knees and lined his cock up with my gaping young asshole -- then thrust all the way into me, holding my in place with his hands on my lower back and the back of my neck, pinning me face down to the floor. My entire body jerked and I would have yelled except for the fact that I had a mouthful of his dirty underwear. He was pounding my ass like it was some girl's pussy, pulling his dick all the way out and then slamming it back in. It was rough and nasty but if I could have screamed I would have been begging for more. Marcus's deep dicking technique was making me see stars!! I arched my back and tried to make my butt `milk' him, squeezing his cock while he fucked me. I had accidentally done it to some guy and he had cum instantly, swearing my ass was the best he had ever fucked. Marcus was the same way and my milking pushed him over the edge. With an animal growl that he stifled by biting my shoulder, he thrust so deep into me that it felt like his balls were going to go up my ass, too! He held me tightly to him and I could feel his cock get even bigger and harder and I swear I felt every vein in his cock as he blasted his cum into my stretched out asshole. He collapsed on top of me, his weight flattening me onto the floor, and his still rock hard dick buried in my ass. After he caught his breath he lifted himself off of me... it felt like his cock was going to turn me inside out when he finally pulled it all the way out. There was a wet plop and I could feel my asshole spasming and leaking air and cum from the violent fuck. I rolled over and sat with my legs spread. He looked down at my cock, still hard and leaking precum like a hose. "Here, kid, clean me off again... I bet that will get out off, you nasty little perv!" His cock tasted like my ass, with a whole lot of cum. Pretty much what my ass must have been like at that point. I sucked it down and masturbated myself. Just as I was about to cum he bent down and stuck three fingers into my poor, stretched out asshole, then brought them up to my face and stuck them in my mouth. Sucking the cum from my ass off his thick, black fingers pushed me over the edge and I shot my load all over the floor, nearly hitting the wall in front of me. He grabbed the spit soaked boxers and wiped his cock with them, then the floor, then tossed them at me. "Here's a souvenir, kid!" he laughed. "Now, go finish your chores!"