Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2018 20:22:42 -0400
From: lcdrjmc@aol.com
Subject: Laundry Day (Rev 1)

Laundry Day (Rev 1)

As usual it was all Davis' fault he was in this mess in the first place.
It was his suggestion, after all, not to wear underwear whenever he was
washing his clothes. All the clothes were dirty, right? Or so the argument
ran. But, dirty laundry or not, Davis then made the unusual claimed that he
did it all the time anyway, so what was the problem?

Jim wasn't sure why he was so surprised. Davis had in fact been surprising
him all through high school. You never knew what he was going to come up
with next. But no underwear? That just didn't sound proper at all.

"You're kidding."

"I am not. Do it all the time. Even schooldays."

No underwear in a northeastern Ohio high school in 1970?? Not a chance!

"No, not schooldays?"

"Every day except gym days. Coaches don't like it."

"I didn't know you did that."

Davis was his best friend. They had been together since meeting as new
bewildered freshman and that was four years ago. While this wasn't exactly
the first time his friend had come up with something...odd. Usually Jim had
gone along with it, whatever it was, Davis was his friend after all, but
this...but this was something else!

They were seniors now but still spending the occasional weekend at each
other's homes. This time they were over at Jim's upstairs bedroom during a
fine fall weekend when Davis made his very odd suggestion.

"Gee, I don't know. It sounds silly."

"Oh, please. Don't be such a baby. Just put on these old sweatpants I found
at the bottom of your closet and you'll be fine."

"But..."

"Look. Do you want to get your stuff clean or not? OK then. Get those
stinky clothes off and let's get started."

"Skinky!? J just put these on for this morning!"

"Ha! When was the last time you did laundry?"

"Uh...About two weeks ago."

"I thought so. Stinky."

"Those old sweats are awfully tight. I haven't worn them for years. How
about this new pair in the dresser instead?"

"Just use the ones I gave you, so I can finally get the first load
started. Otherwise we'll be here all day."

"It's just that..."

"Don't worry, they'll stretch! So move!"

"All right, all right. Don't get pushy," Jim muttered as he began to
undress. Just as well the house was deserted today.  Making a point of not
looking at Davis, Jim quickly slipped off his jeans and pants. He picked up
the old sweats but could only look unhappily at them. Gosh, they even
looked small just holding them!

Suddenly realizing that he was naked below the waist with company in the
room, Jim rushed to squeeze into the sweat pants. Darn that Davis anyway,
he thought bitterly.

In his hurry, the senior managed to place both his shod feet into the same
small pantleg. Struggling briefly for balance, Jim fell backwards and
landed full-length on the bed. "Oh rats!" he exclaimed as he fought
desperately to get the old gray sweats untangled, but no matter what he did
it just got worse and he became more frustrated!

"Stop! Don't move. Just let me get this before you pop a blood vessel."

"Er...What? But I can..."

"No you can't, so stop already."

Jim down at his prone body. He was naked (in front of Davis yet) from his
shirt to the tangled mess around his ankles, but Davis was right (darn him)
about one thing, he was just making things worse.

"Oh, heck. Ok, do it." Jim moved his hands over his privates as
nonchalantly as he could manage under the circumstances, then closed his
eyes so he would be spared watching what was probably the most humiliating
episode of his 17-year old life.

Davis quickly removed Jim's sneakers and socks first, then the offending
sweats. Pausing briefly to drink in his delightfully naked friend (finally
after four years!) he efficiently pulled the sweats up over Jim's feet and
legs.

"Raise your hips. Good." Davis pulled the tight pants the remainder of the
way, being very careful not to stray accidently over one of the vulnerable
goodies now open before him.

"Done, so get up." Which Jim gratefully did.

"Thanks."

`It's ok."

As Jim was bending over for a tee shirt, Davis yelled, "STOP! Don't' move!"

Jim froze immediately and gasped, "What's wrong?"

"You need to hold still, something's not right," Davis said as he moved
directly behind a startled and shirtless Jim. A look of delight flashed
over the face of Davis as he looked hungerly upon the presented target of
his soon to be naked and helpless friend.

"What is it?"

His hands circled the 17-year old's waist, then started to work the elastic
waistband of the old sweatpants, being careful to keep as many fingers as
possible inside the waist band and against that delightful flesh. He had
noticed the elastic was in terrible condition from before and thought that
it would make a great excuse to start Jim on his road to something much
more interesting than laundry day.

"Hey...w-what...what are you doing?"

"Almost done," Davis calmly replied as he began to work the tight pants in
an up-and-down motion.  Soon Jim was starting to feel very strange as the
smooth fabric in back rubbed his increasingly tingling buttocks, while the
front kept gliding insidiously over his most sensitive of places.

"Ooh! You have to stop that!" gasped Jim as he realized that his pants
suddenly had a life of their own and were attacking his privates!

"Quit being a baby." The aged elastic soon quietly broke in several places,
leaving the waist band very loose indeed. Davis gave the sweatpants a final
sharp tug upward before reluctantly letting go.

"OH!" cried a surprised Jim.

"All done. Put your shirt on and let's take this stuff to the basement."

Davis casually left his hands on Jim's hips as his friend gratefully dove
into his white tee shirt. He knew Jim really hated being without a shirt.
It had something to do with his being raised by strong-willed mother and
sisters. Very odd.

Moving quickly while Jim was preoccupied with the tee shirt, Davis put one
hand on the clearly delineated buttocks while the other reached around the
senior's front and pressed ever so gently against the lightly covered
package, several times.

When a breathless Jim finally got his head out of the top of the tee shirt,
Davis had already returned his hands back to the top of the boy's hips.

"Hey! Did you...?"

"Did I what?" Davis replied calmly.

No way, Jim though. He had to be mistaken. It must be these silly sweat
pants. They were causing him all kinds of weird sensations because they
were much too tight, pressing against everything! Davis could always be
counted on to be a little over enthusiastic at times and these pants were
just another example of that.

"These pants. I told you they'd be too tight!"

"Nonsense. Let's pull these down a bit. That's should fix it."

"No! Wait!" cried out Jim but it was too late. Davis was already at work,
his hands roaming and lightly pulling this way and that.

"Oh my! What are you doing?" gasped Jim.

"I have to see how they fit, don't I?" purred Davis as his hands roamed
freely over the tight pants. "Haven't you ever been to a tailor before?"

"S-sure I have."

"So what's the difference?" reasoned Davis as his left hand delighted in
following the contours of that delightful rear, while his right hand boldly
traced its way up to the top of Jim's inner thighs.

"Hey! Not so far!"

"My, these are tight, aren't they?" Davis said in wonder .  "Why Jim, this
doesn't bother you, does it? What I'm doing?" he asked maliciously as his
left hand fully grabbed his friend's right ass cheek while the back of his
right hand deliberately pressed against Jim's now simmering manhood.

"N-no, of course not."

"Good! I didn't think so. Now stop complaining. Almost done. There, that's
much better," said a satisfied Davis after he lowered the sweat pants as
far as he dared. Inside the loosened waistband he could see the pale curve
of the upper buttocks while the front was well below the unsuspecting Jim's
navel. Davis had to suppress a very strong urge to reach down and grab a
handful of all that delightful forbidden fruit that was now so close to
being exposed. "Much better," he muttered gleefully. Soon, my love, he
thought feverously. Soon.

"Ok, Jim," Davis said cheerfully as he slapped his friend's left ass
cheek. "Basement. You get the whites."

By now Jim was feeling quite breathless for some reason. Ever since he put
on these silly sweat pants he found it difficult to think straight. And
after all of Davis' help, oh my! What feelings! What was that weird
sensation coming up from his privates anyway? It was so overpowering. It
was all he could think about. Plus, as soon as the feeling would start to
subside, Davis would inadvertently do something that would start it all
over again. But that wasn't the worst of it. His pants were riding so low
that with the useless waistband Jim wasn't sure what exactly was keeping
them up. How could he tell Davis about that without sounding like an idiot.

Davis had once again brushed accidently across his front and it happened!
"OH!" gasped Jim as he was struck by the biggest errection he had ever
experienced. "Oh, no," he groaned. It was stone hard! And big. O my God, it
felt huge in the tight sweats! Worst, it was ready to explode...real bad!
Now what am I supposed to do? Jim worried. Davis will be sure to notice and
Jim knew he'd never hear the end of it. And what could have caused such a
thing anyhow? It was just him and Davis here, there were no girls around at
all. How strange was that?

"W-whites. Right." But Jim wasn't thinking about laundry. He was terrified
of moving. The slightest jolt and he was certain he would lose control. He
stood helplessly only partially upright, hiding his terrible shame with the
plastic basket.

"So let's go already."

"I...I can't," he gulped breathlessly. Oh, to stop it, how to stop it. Must
stop it!

"Again?! What is it this time?"

"I...can't...move!" gasped Jim. Oh God! The pressure was building and
building. The slightest move and he was going to lose it for sure. Oh God!

"Let's see, shall we, what you've done now." Davis moved close to his
clearly distressed friend and casually ran his hands over the perfect
behind. Hearing no protests, he continued to lovingly touch the once
forbidden half-moons until he detected a slight trembling. "Perfect," he
sighed. "Nothing wrong here."

He knelt down and turned his attention to the boy's front. His hands gently
but firmly gripped the swollen cock through the thin material being
ineffectually covered by the full basket.

"Jim, what have you got hidden in your pants? This wasn't there earlier."

Horrified that his terrible secret was now revealed to his best friend, Jim
could only hang his head in shame while his entire being was completely
overwhelmed by the incredible sensations coming from his privates! He
clutched desperately to the basket. It was all he could do.

Davis, never one to miss an opportunity, had immediately began to work on
the vulnerable cock. His left hand began to rhythmically squeeze the
swollen shaft while his right teased unmercifully the clearly defined
flaring hood. Precum was soon flowing freely from the tip and quickly
soaking through the front of the worn gray fabric. Davis happily realized
that his unsuspecting friend was about to enter a wonderful new world.

Jim was overwhelmed! He had no idea what Davis was doing under the basket,
But, whatever it was, it wasn't helping! Too many new and exciting
sensations engulfed his already besieged mind to allow a logical processing
of any of it. All he could think of was the tidal wave of sensations
flooding his entire being, mainly the terrible, terrible pressure that
could no longer be denied. His dick had reached the breaking point. He
could hold it no longer!

"NO...no...what is happening?" Jim moaned as the teenager's entire body
seemed to explode.

Davis felt the tormented cock twitch in his hands and soon a long thick
smear of cum quickly soaked through the entire length of the left pant-leg.

"Oh, what have you done, my baby? What have you done?" he asked while
helpfully milking the exploding cock.

"I'm sorry!" cried the distraught Jim as he dropped the basket and pressed
he hands to his face. "I'm so sorry."

"It's ok, honey. These things happen," purred Davis as he pulled the now
soiled sweat pants down and off Jim's legs and threw them into the laundry
basket. The weeping Jim was now naked from the waist down. He thought a
moment, then pulled Jim's tee shirt off and used it to wipe his friend as
clean as possible.

"I don't...I don't know how that could of h-happened," a mortified Jim
explained.

Davis quickly stripped and embraced his friend. "It's ok, honey. It's all
right."

The distressed senior embraced his friend in return, and sobbed on his
shoulder.

Davis planted a series of light kisses on his friend's neck as the 17-year
old continued to cry. His hands roamed the boy's bare back. "Jim, it's all
right," he said softly between kisses. "You did nothing wrong."

"Sure? Barry, are you sure?" Jim asked desperately. "It was such a mess!"

"Absolutely. Now stop crying, you're getting my shoulder all wet."

"Ha. Funny."

"That's more like it."

"Hey! Wait a minute. What happened? We're all naked!"

"Well, thanks to your...um... accident, stuff got all over everything, all
our clothes, so we must wash them all as soon as possible."

"Oh, no. That's just great."

"Now, let's not start that again. Come on. Pull yourself together and let's
go."

"We just can't go around the house like this, can we? Someone could come
home! We have to wear something!!"

"We're all alone, so it doesn't matter how we're dressed. Besides, you said
we would have the place all to ourselves today."

"Yes. But...!"

"No buts! Grab your stuff and let's go."

"But we're...!"

"I know, I know." Davis smacked Jim on the rump. "Enough. Move it!"

"Ow! Ok, I'm going already."

The two seniors grabbed their baskets and walked out of the room, Davis
making sure that a very nervous Jim went first. After Jim left the room,
Davis quietly dropped his basket and quickly followed.


Going down to the basement, Jim was still feeling very confused about what
had happened. The fact that he (and Davis!) was running around the house
naked wasn't helping. Oh my God! What if someone came home right now? What
then? Yet in spite of his...accident, once he had gotten over the terrible
shock and embarrassment of it all, he really didn't feel bad. In fact, he
felt oddly at peace. Even this naked business was, deep down, oddly
exciting. Of course, he would never have even considered doing something
like this on his own, but Davis seemed so confident, so sure about
everything, that he made it easy to go along. In fact, if Davis hadn't
happen to have been here this morning, he wouldn't have known what to
do. He probably would still be crying away in his bedroom like some little
kid. He was a true friend.

Still, he really didn't like the way Davis kept pressing up against him
from behind every time he stopped. At first he would back away with a
"Sorry," but as he continued to do it, he stayed longer and longer until
now he wasn't backing away at all. It was all so distracting, and Jim had
enough to worry about this morning already.

"D-do you have to stand so close?"

"I can't help it if you have sudden stops."

"Oh. Still, do you have to poke me?"

"What?"

"You're poking. What's that poking...oh my. That's your thing, isn't it?"

"It's called a cock and yes, it is."

"Do you have to poke me with it?"

"Yes, I do. Sometimes it just has a mind of its own and I can only go along
with it."

"You shouldn't be doing that, we're both naked!"

"Can you think of a better time?'

"I...I don't understand."

"Does it hurt?"

"N-no."

"Does it feel bad?"

"You being this close...with the poking, it-it makes me feel funny."

"Funny is good. Here, how about my hands? Do they bother you too?"

"Er...yes, they do."

"But they don't hurt?"

"No. No, they don't hurt."

"So what's the problem?"

"Well...it's..uh..."

"I thought so. Basement!"

The pair proceeded to the basement, with Davis holding onto Jim by his hips
while pressing against his naked friend as tightly and as often as he
could.

It was when Jim was standing in front of the washer, trying to remember how
to work it, that Davis began to rub the tip of his very swollen cock over
Jim's delectable buttocks. Soon the precum was leaving a shining trail all
over the smooth skin.

"M-must you do that? It makes me really nervous."

"Doing what?"

"Come on, you know. Don't be... Oh my God, are you, are you...leaking?"

"Yes."

"Then you are going to...going to..."

"The word is- cum."

"Oh No!" Memories of Jim's recent experience with his accident came
flooding back to him, and he was genuinely worried that his best friend was
about to go through the same ghastly experience. Jim spun around. "This is
terrible! What can we do about it?"

"Only you can stop it."

"Me? Why me?"

"See anybody else around? No, it has to be you and soon too, otherwise...we
will be cleaning the walls for the rest of the day."

"Oh, dear. Oh, dear. That bad, huh? Ok, what...what must I do?"

"Right. First, turn around."

"Oh. Ok."

"Now reach behind you and hold my cock in both hands."

"You're kidding!"

"Quickly, Jim! It's going to happen soon!"

"All right. There. Oh, my... What happened to it? It's so big!"

"I'll tell you later. Now place it between your cheeks."

"What?? This is no time to be kidding around."

"Quickly Jim! Between your cheeks, as far as it will go."

"Oh, I don't know..."

"QUICKLY! You must guide it, because my...er...accident is going to happen
any second now!"

"Oh No! Ok, ok. Oh God! Here goes..."

"Here, let me help."

"Oh No! That's not suppose to happen! Not there! It's pressing up against
me! Right there!!"

"TOO LATE! IT'S HAPPENING!!"

Davis grabbed Jim's hips and started gently pushing his cock against Jim's
closed anus. The orgasm came swiftly after that, the spurting seed
completely filling the astonished Jim's ass crack.

"Eww. I'm all gooey."

"Are you ok?" asked a very satisfied Davis once he got his breath back.

"I feel so weird. Er, can I let go now?"

"Oh, of course. Quick, let's get you to the shower before you start
leaking."

"Leaking?? Oh no! OH GOD! It's...it's started already, the...stuff...is
running down my legs!"

 "Come on, let's clean you up."

 Fortunately, the basement had a small portable shower stall.

Jim entered the shower and quickly closed the curtain. As he adjusted the
water, he hoped Davis would take the hint and leave him alone for once. Way
too much happened today for it to make any sense at all, and he desperately
needed some time to himself to try and understand it all. His nerves were
shot and he was so exhausted he could barely think. What was going on? Then
the shower curtain flung open and it was a smiling Davis entering the small
one-person stall.

"Oh no," Jim groaned. "This shower is too small for one person, let along
two, so could you just wait for five minutes?"

"Hey, I need a shower too, ok? Besides, I want to help you."

"Do you have to get into the stall with me?" Jim grumbled. "It's not that
big, and besides I can wash myself." The other reason, he told himself, was
that in a house as small as this one the only place with any privacy at all
was the shower.

"Yes, but I feel...somewhat responsible. You did help me out when I really
needed it, and I'll never be able to thank you enough," Davis said as he
started to soap his friend's back and shoulders. "This little clean-up is
the least I can do."

"Really? Are you sure? All right. All right. If you really must, you
must. Too tired to argue. Just...don't get carried away, ok?"

"Certainly. You know me."

"Once did. Now I'm not so sure."

"It's ok. By the way, did you know you have a very nice back."

"What? You're kidding?"

"No, you really have a nice back."

"Davis, you really come up with some strange stuff sometimes."

"So smooth, from up here to all the way down here."

"Oh! I-I think you are getting carried away again."

"How do you figure that?"

"That's n-not my back."

"Does it hurt when I do this?"

"Don't start that again. It makes me all confused!"

"Really?"

"OH! Now you've really missed my back!"

"Have I?"

"Y-yes, you h-have."

"It's not my fault this stuff went everywhere. You want to get clean, don't
you?"

"Y-yes, but I don't want another accident either."

"Ha! You're funny."

"Who's trying to...aaahh...be funny? What are you doing on the floor? Oh My
God! What was that??"

"Just cleaning."

"Cleaning with what? Oh my, you're using your..."

"Yes."

"That can't...can't be...sanitary...oohh!"

"Sanitary, and tasty too."

"You're not... Oh God!! Oh God!! What are you doing to me?"

"Mmmmm...mmmm...mmmmmmm...mm!"

"What? I can't hear you down there."

"Jesus. It's called a blow job. Oh, and I have a few fingers up your butt
too."

"You have whaaat??? OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD. MUST STOP MUST STOP. CAN"T DO
THIS..."

"MMMmmmmmm!"

"AAAHHH!"

"Just a few moments more... Ah, here we cum. Good boy!"

"UUHH UUHH UUHH," Jim gasped helplessly as thick geysers once again erupted
from his vulnerable cock. But instead of going all over, this time they
went neatly into Davis' mouth.

Once the massive climax had finally run its course, the emotionally
shattered teenager could take it no longer and collapsed to the shower
floor.

"Oh, my poor darling," purred Davis. "You've had a busy morning." With the
shower still running, he openly kissed the unresisting senior all about his
face and neck, while his hands roamed freely over the prostrate body's firm
flesh.

When Jim finally began showing signs of life, Davis turned off the shower,
got a pile of towels and dried them both as much as he could. He then
helped Jim to his feet and out of the stall.

Still dazed, Jim was able to pick up a towel and wrap it around his waist,
but Davis just laughed and pulled it to the floor.

"Not today, my love. Besides, it's off to bed for you, and you certainly
won't be needing it there." Davis propped his naked friend with an arm
around his waist and gently helped him up the stairs and back to his
bedroom.

End of Story