Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 15:10:47 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: 24HR COIN LAUNDRY 24-HOUR COIN LAUNDRY Tin Cup, Wyoming June 2006 Tin Cup is a small, mountain town with three streets running in a north-south direction -- Main Street with West A Street to the West and East A Street to the East. Main Street has a mix of both commercial and residential buildings scattered along its mile long length. There are even a few churches and bars -- more bars than churches, by the way. My dad's 24-hour coin laundry is toward the south end of Main, on the west side of the street. My dad owns the building. The laundry is twelve feet wide by forty feet in length. In the same building is a twenty-four feet wide rental space occupied by a realtor that also sells insurance. The laundry has a vending machine that dispenses four quarters for a dollar bill, plus machines for soap, soft drinks and candy bars. Behind the laundry is a storage room for supplies and the hot water heaters. In back of the storage room is our apartment that is up a half-flight of stairs with another exit in the back that, because of the slope of the land, has a full-flight of stairs. The apartment is a thirty- six by thirty-six feet square space with large windows that afford a magnificent view of the mountains to the west. It is one room except for a square room in the center that contains a bath, clothes closet and a storage/utility room. All living functions are areas rather than rooms. My name is Joey Blake and my dad's is John. We live alone in the apartment. I'm seventeen and just graduated from high school the first of the month. I'm gay, or at least I think I am. If I am, I'm pretty certain that I'm the only one in town who is. You can imagine how frustrating that is for me. My dad and I aren't what you would call "close" but I don't think he is gay and I dread the day he finds out about me. We live an organized but dull life. The laundry needs little attention until around 10 PM when business slows down then picks back up somewhat later on. One or the other of us runs errands during the day, we eat supper then watch TV until 10 o-clock when we go down stairs, clean the machines, scrub the floor, restock all the vending machines and empty the coins from them in plastic buckets, put them in coin rolls and then in the floor safe under the bedroom area's rug. One morning a week ago my dad received a phone call from Britain. I knew it was bad news from the way he initially responded. It was his mother calling to tell him that his twin sister had died in the hospital last night from a blood clot that had developed after an operation. He'd been home last summer so his passport was still valid. I drove him to the nearest airport where he could catch a plane to Denver and from there an overseas flight to London. He gave me one of his credit cards, told me to deposit the laundry receipts on Mondays and Thursdays, keeping back what I needed and log everything it in the record books. Too, feel free to call him at his mother's anytime, remembering there was an eight-hour difference in time zones, unless it was an emergency. The very next day I ordered two porno films off the Internet. Did I ever have a couple of good jack off sessions and wild climaxes watching them. They were the first I'd ever seen. One night, watching them for the second or third time, I heard a ruckus in the laundry over the intercom system that connected the apartment to the laundry for security reasons. It was 2:30 AM -- half an hour after the bars closed. I put on my pants, grabbed my cell phone and went down to see if it was unimportant or if I should call 911. The door between the storage room and laundry was a metal door and doorframe with an apartment door type peephole so you could see who was on the other side before opening it. My dad had watched a guy fucking either his girl friend or a female customer through the hole one night. What I saw was even better so I opened the door to get a better look. In the laundry room was a man in his late twenties with brown, semi- curly hair, slender but solid, and he was completely naked. My eyes immediately fixated onto his cock -- an eight-inch, flaccid, circumcised, smooth piece of meat hanging straight down from his crotch, in front of a couple of low hangers. The flesh-pink color of his cockhead was what fascinated me the most -- after the length of his shaft and the fact that his body was practically hairless and his cock and balls were both shaved, which I'd seen in my porno films and liked, especially on guys with big cocks. It was obvious he'd come straight from one of the bars to the laundry; he was as drunk as a skunk. "Where are your clothes?" "I put them in two machines and they don't work." "Did you put quarters in the machines?" "I put a quarter in each one." "You have to put four in each one before they'll work but don't put anymore in!" "Why?" "Because the local Sheriff's Department comes in here three times every night." "Shit!" "Shit is right. You better come upstairs with me. I'll come down later, do your laundry and bring it up to you. Do you have a billfold?" "I put it in one of my shoes there on the table." I took his shoes and helped him up the stairs. The first thing he said was "You have any beer?" I grabbed two from the fridge and we sat at the table in the kitchen area. He was halfway though his when he asked where the bathroom was. I kept an eye on him. I heard him taking a leak, as he didn't bother to close the door. When he'd finished he came back out, leaving the light on, and passed out on my dad's, unmade, double bed. Although I slept on a studio couch in the living area, I knew that tonight I was going to be sleeping with that big dicked stud and I couldn't think of anything that would have excited me more. I couldn't resist so I sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, before I even went downstairs to take care of his clothes. I put my hand under it and lifted it up, off of his body. It was weighty as well as big. I hadn't even realized that big cocks could have weight and I wondered how big it got when it erected and if I could make it erect while he was asleep. I decided, however, to go down and wash and dry his clothes knowing if I started messing with him right now I'd never get his washing done. I left the two lights on that were already on -- the bathroom light and the floor lamp in the living room. I put more quarters in the two washers where he'd loaded his clothes, noted the time and went back upstairs. There was no way I could resist waiting until his clothes were finished to get back to his cock. Once I was in bed with him, I started feeling up both his cock and his balls and got him to full erection. It didn't grow much, if any in length but got, first, a little fatter and then harder the more I played with it. Before I'd even started I thought to myself that I'd better take it easy with him because I sure didn't want him to wake up and catch me. It was a good idea but it slipped into the back recesses of my mind when he got hard and I completely forgot about it when I got hard myself and decided to suck him. Shit, I couldn't believe it and there's no way I can explain it to you in words. But, I knew those guys in porno films always juiced big time when they climaxed and I equated their doing so to the size of their meat. It seemed logical to me -- you know -- a big cock equals a big load was my teen-age reasoning. When I climaxed there was nothing I could do about it. My dick jerked around like it had never done before and I was in the midst of the most intense climax I'd ever had when his dick started pumping hot, sticky cum out of his piss slit. I didn't have time to pull off so it all flowed into my mouth. That was all right, too. I liked it. I collected his laundry, folded it and left it in the storage room, turned out the lights and returned to bed. I tried to go to sleep but that was out of the question. I couldn't leave that big cock alone -- I couldn't keep my hands off of it. I held it, I rubbed by finger over his piss slit, I sucked on it again, I even smelled it. I was glad he was still asleep and at the same time I wished he was awake, liked what I was doing and would wrap his long, slim fingers around my cock and open mouthed kiss me. He stirred and threw a leg over my thigh and one of his arms around me. It was like magic -- I finally fell asleep. I slept soundly even though I had very realistic dreams of having sex with him. Since school ended I'd been sleeping later than usual, but never beyond noon. When I finally woke up and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand beside the bed -- it was fifteen minutes past noon. I jumped out of bed, put on a pot of coffee, took a quick shower and put on my terrycloth bathrobe. I was trying to decide what to fix for breakfast to go with bacon and eggs and had just decided to make a fresh fruit salad when he walked in the kitchen. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life -- I don't know where I am or how I got here and your clock reads that it's after noon." "No need to be embarrassed. You're in my apartment above the 24 hr. laundry. I went downstairs about 2:30 this morning and you'd evidently come straight here from one of the bars or beer joints -- you were naked and I had you come up here because the Sheriff's Office checks the laundry out pretty often at night. I finished your laundry and bagged it. It's downstairs in the storage room, so it's safe. Your billfold is in one of your shoes in the bedroom area. My name, by the way, is Joey Blake." He extended his hand and introduced himself as Kurt Jennings and then apologized. "Want a cup of coffee, Kurt?" "Later with breakfast but I think I need a beer to get rid of the cobwebs first." He didn't as yet have his clothes, so he pulled a chair from the edge of the table and turned it to face me in the kitchen area before sitting down, naked. I poured myself some coffee, pulled out another chair, scooted it to the corner of the small table, facing him at ninety degrees and kept sneaking glances at his big cock, as he talked. I asked him if he wanted some Aspirin and he replied, "After breakfast." We talked until I told him that the blue towel in the bathroom was for him to use if he wanted to shower, which he did. I made the fruit salad, fried the bacon and scrambled some eggs. It was ready to eat when he came out of the bathroom, not with the blue towel around this waist but around his neck. I was going to be fucking crazy by the time he left. We were near to finishing, so I told him I'd go down and get his laundry. He responded, "Joey just bring me some sweat cocks, a pair of boxers, a T-shirt and a pair on blue jeans. If you don't mind I'd like to leave my laundry here and I'll pick it up after work tonight, if you don't mind." "What kind of work do you do?" "I'm a carpenter, I came up here from Denver to work on the school addition but after it was finished I hadn't saved enough to go home and couldn't find anything else to do. Now, starting at 5 PM, I clean the bank, then the four offices on the second floor and finally the telephone company office. It isn't much but I get free room and board for other services, so I want to leave soon to go by there as I'm unhappy with the arrangement." I jacked off around mid afternoon and again watching a porno film just before going down to clean the laundry. I realized both times that I was remembering Kurt rather than concentrating on the videos. Kurt didn't show until 10 PM, with a big backpack strapped over his shoulders. I'd told him about the gate in the front fence that accessed the garage and the walk beside the garage to the rear stairs and told him I'd leave the flood light on in back. He'd had a few drinks, but wasn't wasted. I knew because I could smell liquor on his breath. When be put his backpack down he asked if I'd eaten. I told him I had but I'd fix him something if he were hungry. He asked if I had a car and would mind taking him to the South End Bar and Grill that was open all night. I knew I could get in the café side of the place, so I got the car out of the garage. He ordered bourbon on the rocks and a country fried steak and had a couple of more drinks before we left. I had a piece of apple pie a la mode. The place had only one or two, late travelers on Hwy. 89 and we sat way in the back and talked very quietly. He started by telling me he had a favor to ask. I didn't have any idea what was coming up but I said, "OK" and he started a long story before he got to the favor. "Remember I left early to go to work, so I could go by where I room and board? Well I got hooked up at this place after meeting a man and his wife in the Elkhorn Saloon one night, soon after the school addition was finished and I was out of work. They live over on East A and are both beyond obese -- that the only kind way I can describe them. They are both so obese that they can't engage in sex and the problem is compounded because he has a baby's penis. Later in the evening we went to their house for a few drinks and the evening ended up with the three of us having sex together. I even had a hard time getting in her. The guy had her lie atop a table but she had so much fat on her stomach, buttocks and thighs that I could only get about half of my tube in her. The guy sucked her tits while I fucked her and she screamed her fucking head off." "Holy shit, weren't you afraid you'd get her pregnant, or get AIDS?" "She hadn't been fucked for years and none had developed. Too, I wore protection. And, to complete the story, I told them to kiss my dick good by today and now I don't have a place to live and so I'm asking you if I could crash at your place for a couple of nights?" "Before you asked me your question you told me a story. Before I answer, I think I better tell you a story. My dad is in Britain until September, there is a single bed made up for a lounge in the living room that I could sleep on, I have money and food would not be a problem. The only problem I have is me." "I don't understand what you mean?" "I graduated from high school the first of the month. I've thought I was gay for a long time but I found out for sure last night in bed with you. I saw you naked in the laundry and my eyes couldn't quit looking at you big cock. In bed I couldn't resist playing with it. I'm sorry. I apologize. And, I don't think you would be happy living with me. Otherwise, I'd really like to have you." By this time I was near tears and Kurt must have sensed it as he got up, came around to my side of the booth and said "Scoot over."