Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 12:40:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Ed Swank Subject: "The Laundromat Man" (M/b, raunch) Read the codes. If man/boy sex isn't your thing or if you are under 18 or if it is illegal to receive this where you live, then don't read it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I grew up on the North Side of Chicago. There was an all-nite Laundromat on the corner of Damon and Montrose that my mom and I would go every Wednesday night because it was less crowded than on the weekend. She would load up the washing machines and I would be in charge of drying the clothes once they were done. This particular night, she'd decided to go to the market a few blocks down. That left me alone to do the rest of the laundry by myself. It was almost 10:00pm when this old green Chevy pulled up with one headlight out. I was sitting in a chair near the row of dryers when I watched this guy get out with a dirty looking duffel bag. He looked around 30 or so and had on old jeans and a T-shirt. He also wore sandals and I thought that was strange since it was almost November and kind of cold out. He sat his stuff down and noticed me sitting in the corner. He smiled over at me and then dumped his clothes out on one of the washers. "Doin some laundry, huh?" He said sifting through his clothes. I just nodded yes glad to have some company. "You live around here?" The guy asked me looking around the empty Laundromat. "Yeah." I replied wondering where he lived. "You wanna come over here and give me a hand. I'm not too good at separating this stuff." I hopped up out of the chair and went over to him. He was tall, almost 6 foot and it never occurred to me he could have shoved me in that dirty duffel bag and drove off. "How old are you?" The man asked. "Ten" I said noticing the stains of all his clothes. He smelled like cigarettes too. "My mom's at the grocery store down the block." The man nodded and smiled. Now I know why. "I'm Steve." The man said holding out his hand. I reached out and we shook hands. He squeezed my little hand in his big paw and held onto it looking me in the eyes. "You're a handsome kid. Don't your mom know better than to leave you alone in a laundry mat by yourself?" "I'm okay," I replied. "I go all over the city by myself." The man again nodded and smiled. "My stuff's pretty nasty isn't it." I just grinned staring at his underwear which was colored with brown and yellow stains. Some of them were worn out in the back so you could almost see through them. "My girlfriend used to help me do this." He said separating the dark clothes from the whites, pants from shirts. I was sort of surprised. I expected him to just dump everything in one washer. He then reached in his pocket and pulled out a mound of quarters. Then he dumped in the first pile while I watched. "But she's gone now. Got a ride back home a couple days ago." "So where are you from?" I asked him. "Well, here and there." He replied smiling down at me. "Headed toward the East Coast. I have family there." "Oh." I said wondering when my mom was going to come back. "You always here on the weeknights?" Steve asked me. "Yeah," I said, "every Wednesday night we do laundry because it's too crowded on the weekend. "I bet." The man said looking out toward the parking lot. There wasn't a soul in site. We were also seated toward the back of the store so you couldn't see us from the street. Suddenly Steve asked me, "You think anyone would mind if I took off my clothes and dumped them in with the rest? I don't have that much stuff to wear." "Uhh, I don't know." I said looking toward his crotch. "My mom's supposed to come back after she finishes at the grocery store." The man nodded. "How long do ya think that might take?" "Don't know," I said and shrugged. "She just left. Probably and hour or so." The man nodded again and said. "That's long enough." With one quick motion he removed his shirt and dumped it in the T-shirt pile. He then unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down to his ankles before stepping out of them. I just stood there in shock. Not only was it cold as shit outside, but this guy was standing there with a pair of dirty looking underwear on and sandals and nothing else. "There, this shouldn't take long. You ever seen a man in the buff before." I shook my head no. "You like what ya see?" He asked me. I stood there looking up and down his naked body. He was smooth on top and had long hairy legs. I just nodded my head and shrugged when in fact I was mesmerized. "Ain't no big deal. You're a guy and I'm a guy." He said and smiled patting me on the head. He then reached up and scratched his balls. My eyes instantly focused on his large pouch. "Been awhile since I took at shower too. I'm kind of rank. Wish I could climb in one of these washers myself." He said and laughed. I smiled back at him feeling all funny and nervous inside. "See all those stains there in my shorts?" Steve asked me pointing to his crotch again. "A whole week without a bath. Talk about raunchy dude." I just stood still transfixed on Steve's body and the way he spoke and moved. Not having a father myself - it was more attention than I'd ever received from another male. "You're shorts ever get like that?" He asked peering down at me. "Sometimes," I said truthfully. "But my mom uses a lot of bleach and gets it out." Steve nodded. "Well little man. I kind of like it. Know what I mean?" I shook my head no. "Well, I kind of like walking around without washing. You know, getting all funky and shit. Doesn't bother me to smell bad. In fact, I kind of like it - having a dirty cock and ass crack." Steve stared down at me still grinning. I was suddenly shocked and excited at the way he was talking to me. "My girlfriend hated it though. She just couldn't appreciate the way a man's privates can get. One time I went a whole month without washing. Dude, I was one nasty fuck that time. My cock had all this crusty shit on the end my asshole stunk like a fuckin pit." I stood there just looking up at Steve as he spoke to me. I could feel my kid dick getting hard and feel my heart pounding in my chest. I knew we were doing something `bad.' "Hell, sometimes I take a shit and don't even wipe. What do you think about that little man?" I just shrugged again still staring at his cock and balls. "That shit turn you on?" He asked me. "Does me man. Makes my fuckin dick hard." Suddenly, to my amazement the front of his shorts started to stick out. "See what I mean. Talking about this dirty shit gives me a raging fuckin hard-on." My eyes popped open in their sockets as I watched the front of his shorts continue to stick out until I could see the head of his fat cock stretching the thin material. I could even see the dark slit at the end as his dick continued to expand. "OOOOooh yeah, look at that fucker grow. See I told ya. You're turning me on little dude. Got my cock all hard and shit. You ever seen a man's cock before?" He asked me. I shook my head no. With that he reached down and pulled up the leg of his shorts. Suddenly the steel hard head of his cock sprang out from between his hairy legs and I was in shock. "WOW that's huge!" I said suddenly coming to life. "Yeah, it is little man. That's what a man's cock looks like. You like that hard fucker?" I shook my head yes suddenly dying to touch it. Just to see what it felt like between my fingers. As if reading my mind, the man asked me if I wanted to touch it. I nodded yes enthusiastically. I reached up when he grabbed my hand. "Not so fast razmataz. You wanna touch it, you gotta do something for me first. Can you do that?" I nodded my head yes my eyes still glued to his super sized cock head. "First tell me your name." He said still holding onto my wrist. "Eric." I said my eyes never leaving his hairy groin. "Okay little Eric. You do whatever I tell you, and I'll let you do more than touch it, but first things first. Remember what I was talking about before. About how I like getting nasty. About how I have a raunchy ass and stuff?" I nodded yes. "Well, I'd love a cute little kid like you to get his face up there and smell it. You think you want to do that?" I looked up at Steve then. At that point I would have done anything he asked me. "Yeah, you want to do that. Let's just go back here where it's darker and no one can see. Dude, look at that. My cock's so hard it's sticking straight out. Just because of you." I looked at his dick which was at least 8 inches, the head was large and flared. "Okay now, I'm gonna put my foot up on this chair and spread my ass. I want you to get down there and tell me what it looks like." I crawled up between Steve's long hairy legs and peered up at his open ass. The asshair hung down and that's when the smell hit me full force almost knocking me out. "Ewww," I said holding my breath. "You smell bad." Steve grunted then and laughed. "Told ya ya little fucker. Didn't believe me did ya. Now get your face up there and tell me what you see." I moved up staring at Steve's hairy balls hanging down. I got close enough to where I could see his dark puckered hole in the nest of dark brown hair. It was crusted over with brown stains and for a minute I thought it was just his hair, but it was actually dried shit. "Yuck." I said moving back. You have stuff on your asshole." "That's not `stuff' man. That's SHIT. I told you I had a raunchy asscrack. Now get in there closer. Tell me what my hole looks like." With that Steve reached back and pulled his asscheeks apart. Suddenly his dark puckered hole turned bright pink and the smell was incredibly sour. "I can see your asshole." I said moving up closer and grabbing hold of his hairy legs. "Yeah, what else?" Steve asked. "There's stuff hanging from the hairs. Bit's of shit." "Yyeaaaaahhhh." Steve said. I could see him jacking on his cock. "You like looking up at a man's hairy asscrack? You like looking at my puckered hole? You getting off on this little dude?" Indeed I was. My little 10-year-old dick was so hard it was starting to hurt. Suddenly, Steve reached around and shoved my head directly into his open asshole. "OH FUCK YEAH!" he screamed out as my mouth made contact with his nasty ass. "Get in there good and smell that dirty fucker. Get your little face all up in my ass man!" Suddenly my whole face was surrounded by Steve's funky ass. His dirty asshair was even wiggling its way up my nose and I could even taste his raunchy hole. "OHHH GOD YESSS. LICK OUT THAT NASTY FUCKER!!! YOU HOT LITTLE FUCK!!!" Steve bellowed out as I instinctively stuck out my tongue and began licking all around his puckered ass. I could taste weeks worth of slime on my tongue and mouth and in my nose. My eyes started to sting from the nasty smell of it. "OHHHH HOLY SHIT!!!" Steve groaned as I buried my face as far up his ass as it would go. I then ran my tongue all up and down his nasty asscrack, licking each of the crusty hairs clean with my tongue and little boy lips. I then focused one again on the plastered hair around his asshole. Steve just humped up and down on my face only grunting and groaning at that point. Suddenly the hole opened up and a loud fart ripped through my mouth. It smelled like rotten eggs or something dead. "Ohhhhhhhh Do it Eric. Lick me out dude. Suck out that nasty fucker. Chew on my FUCKIN HOLE!" Suddenly Steve spun around. His cock was even harder than it looked before. The head was so swollen it was bright shade of purple and shinny from the light above. There was clear shit dripping from the end. "Told you I'd let you see it." With that he leaned forward and ran his fat cock head all over my lips coating them with his precum. "OHH Fuck yeah. Nothing I love more than seeing a little kid with my precum all over his mouth." With that he jabbed his hips forward and the head of his cock popped in my open mouth. "OHHHH GOD YES" he moaned closing his eyes, the muscles in his legs straining. "Just like that little dude. Just suck on the head like a lollipop and Daddy's gonna give you a big surprise." I did as Steve said to the best of my ability, circling his fat adult cock with as much of my little mouth as I could - my lips stretched obscenely around his swollen adult prick. The precum jetted down my throat in a long thick stream. Suddenly Steve began grunting and panting. I started to move away but he reached down and without a work, jammed his hips into my mouth shoving most of his dick down my throat. "AAAAAAAAAHHH FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!" He screamed. "I'M CUUUMMMMINNNNGGGG!!!!! With that he blew his load down my throat. It was all I could do not to choke. The back of my throat opened and he dumped what seemed like a bucket full of cum down my mouth. "OOOOHHHHHHHH GGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!" He moaned, his body bucking back and forth, his legs twitching like he was on fire. Finally he collapsed down on top of me, his dick slipping out of my mouth. When it did a mouthful of cum rushed out down my chin and chest coating the front of my shirt. Steve looked down and smiled at me again. "Looks like you might have to strip and wash your clothes too little man." Suddenly Steve looked up at the door and got down off of me. His dick still looked huge and swollen. It shone in the light from all the cum and spit. He wiped it absently with his hand and then put it to his mouth. "Mmmmmmm, nothing better than man-juice." He said looking down at my cum covered lips. "God what a site." He said. "So fuckin nasty, just like I like it." With that, Steve went back over to his washer, pulled on a dirty pair of pants and a shirt and started separating clothes like nothing ever happened. I got up and went back to the dryer which was done by now, the clothes already cooling. I could see Steve's reflection in the circular glass. I watched him as he moved, wishing I was still with him. Suddenly the door opened and it was my mom. "Almost done?" She called out passing Steve. She smiled at him. He smiled back like. "Um, yeah mom." I said not looking at her. "Eric, what is that all over your shirt?" My mom asked reaching down to feel the front of my shirt. I turned away quickly and said - "Nothing! I just spilled some water." "Come here to wash clothes and you end up getting yours dirty. Well, hurry up. We gotta call Grandma." With that my mom picked up the rest of the clothes and tromped out of the Laundromat with me in tow. I turned back to glance at Steve who was grinning at me. He reached down and grabbed h is crotch and smiled and then winked. Then I was gone. When I got home, I got undressed for bed when I noticed a big wet stain in my underwear. I sniffed it and then tasted it with my tongue. Wasn't pee. I'd actually had my first little boy orgasm. Later that night I tried messing around again, but nothing happened. We went back to the laundromat the next Wednesday. I hoped I'd see that old green Chevy with one head light drive up, but it never did. And as far as I know, Steve made it to the East Coast. Swanker41@yahoo.com