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?
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