This week's prompts are:
"A dog at a flea circus is likely to steal the show."
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush."
"A friend is someone who has the same enemies you have."
"It was only a joke."
"Oh, give me a break."
"The deepest waters make the least noise."
or use: jeans, coffee table, Times Square
or use: pizza, birdhouse, ceiling fan
or feature a swimming pool in your story
or use: flashlight, pencil, cell phone
or use a machete in some way
or use: phone book, boots, flag
or "Make yourself at home"
or use a WEP key
It's laundry day and it's Tom's turn to DO the laundry. Let's see what else Tom does.
Laundry Day by Lily Sawyer
It was quite a
night. It started off with their ordering pizza, a few glasses of wine, and
then the next thing he knew Ben was all over him. Not that Tom was complaining. They could both
be animals when that force of nature hit them. But wow, talk about wild. This morning
he had to clean up the mess on the coffee table, use some Resolve to get the
wine stains off the living room carpet, and now he was doing a wash. There were
come stains on the front of his and Ben’s jeans, and on the bed linen as
well. They always seemed to be changing
bed linen; they sure made plenty of visits to Bed, Bath and Beyond to get new
sheets and stuff.
Today he used
some Oxy Clean to get some of the tougher stains out. He put detergent in and
started the washing machine. There were clothes that needed to be taken out of
the dryer, and as he was bent over to get them out, a pair of arms wrapped
around his chest and pulled him up. He felt Ben’s cock press against his sweat
pants. “Is that a gun I feel pressed
against my crack or are you glad to see me?”
Tom smiled as he looked behind him.
“What do you
think, lover?”
“I think I
better finish up the wash.” Tom put the dry clothes into a hamper to bring
upstairs to the bedroom.
“Speaking of
washes.” Ben hopped up on the washer;
the machine was in the spin cycle. “Oh
yeah.” He slipped his jeans off onto the
floor and sat in his tight-fitting briefs on top of the vibrating machine.
Tom’s mouth went
dry just watching Ben squirming on top of the machine.
“Come on, Tom.” Ben
reached out and grabbed his hand and placed it on his crotch.
“Oh yeah, I want
more,” Ben demanded.
Tom pulled Ben’s
briefs off and watched his cock spring to life.
Tom wasted no time, disrobing in record time. He leaned down and took
Ben’s cock in his mouth. He knew between
his sucking and the machine’s vibrations he was sending Ben into orbit.
“Oh, ah, I’m
going to come, Tom.” And he did, right
into Tom’s welcoming mouth.
Tom looked around the laundry room for
something suitable to use for lube.
“Looking for
this?” Ben held out a bottle of lube and wore a wicked smile on his face.
“You little
devil, how long have you been planning this?”
“As long as I’d known you were doing laundry today. Now shut up and take me to paradise, stud.”
Tom didn’t need
to hear anymore. He got himself ready
and pulled Ben’s legs up and slid into Ben’s tight canal.
“Oh gawd, Tom.” He
held onto the sides of the washer for dear life. He didn’t know which spun more, him or the
vibrating machine.
By the time it
was over, you could hear the sound of a satisfied groan. Whether it came from the washer or the two
spent, sweaty men on top of the machine…who knew?
TBC
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