I was entering that stretch on Sunday afternoon when there was nothing to do, and the whole world seems to have ground to a halt. That time when no matter how much you had to do all the past week, and no matter how much you have to do the coming week, that sits on you, dead, dark, quiet. The time of solitude and nothingness. The existentialist hell that begins at 3:30PM every Sunday afternoon.

I decided laundry would be a good way to get through that bad Sunday afternoon patch. So I pulled on my blue sweat pants, picked a t-shirt I could live without until the next laundry day, rolled up all my dirty clothes in my bedsheet and headed out the door.

The Laundromat was in the ground floor of a run-down brick building and the machines were all older than I am (which is twenty-eight). It was humid in there, really humid. A heavy set old Asian woman sat behind a low counter, dozing in the warm air. She didn't even wake up as she mechanically counted out quarters for me.

There were only a few people in the place, other than the owner. There was a good looking blond haired guy, about my age, maybe a couple of years older and a younger guy, early twenties, like 21 or 22, who was still working that sort of outdated grunge-look. There was an older woman, in her forties, sitting by the window lost in here own thoughts.

I considered separating my whites from my colors, but realized my whites weren't that distinguishable from my colors anyway, and shoved all in together. My load took two washers.

The blond haired guy was standing close to the washing machine as it spun. Actually, he was standing too close. I sat at the far end of the bench in the center of the room, and could see that this guy had his body pressed up against the washer. Like me, he was wearing nylon sweat pants, and through the fabric, I could see his erection as he rubbed it against the vibrating machine.

Now there's a great way to pass the long Sunday afternoons, I laughed to myself, as my own dick stirred in my sweats.

I looked around. The owner was definitely down for the count, the woman by the window was miles away and the grunge kid was caught up in tuning his walkman.

What the fuck, I decided, and started slowing to the back of the Laundromat where blondy was humping the washer.

With my back to the rest of the place, I made sure to grab my now stiffening dick through my sweats, so when blondy noticed me he'd know I was into it. Pressing my cock against the smooth nylon fabric of my pants only made me harder.

I stood next to blondy for a few moments before he noticed me. By then I was slowly stroking my full hard-on though my pants.

When he saw me, blondy slid himself into the gap along side the machine and the wall. There was just enough room for him to press his back into the corner and face out. I moved in front of the gap, still rubbing my meat.

Our upper bodies were visible over the washing machines, but our lower bodies were hidden. Blondy pressed his palm against my dick and rubbed the nylon against it. It felt great!

With his other hand, blondy pulled his own cock out into the air. It was fat and veiny, as he worked it in his hand. Using my thumbs, I slid the waistband of my sweat pants down and hooked it under my balls. Blondy's eyes lit up when he saw my dick pop out.

He glanced around the Laundromat, and so did I. The owner was snoozing, the woman by the window hadn't moved and the grunge kid was thumbing a magazine.

Confident, blondy squeezed down to his knees, and took my cock deep into his hungry mouth. Fucking heaven.

I gripped the washing machine for balance as I thrust my cock into his face. Blondy was so jammed in between the washing machine and the wall that he couldn't pull away if he wanted to. I could thrush as hard and deep as I wanted and he had to take it all down. And believe me, I was trying pushing his limit.

With the humidity of the place and the action I was in, the sweat was pouring off my face. I shook my head to try and clear the saltiness from my eyes when I saw the grunge dude, standing right next to me. I guess the magazine didn't hold his interest.

My first thought was to stop, but that just wasn't possible. If some one came and put a gun to my head and that point it still wouldn't be possible. But then I noticed the kid was looking down, watching me face fuck blondy. The guy had his oversize jeans open and had his dick in his hand! He had a big dick for it to stick out like that from those baggy jeans! It was long and wet and uncut. And he was working it something furious.

I've always been turned on by watching other guys get turned on, and this guy was SO turned on, I lost it! Blondy pulled his face off my rod just in time and I shot fat, white, hot loads of cum into his hair, his face and his chest. Blondy had been pulling his meat this whole time and shot his wad on both my sneakers.

The grunge dude came by sucking in a rapid succession of quick short breaths. He shot long ropes of clean white jiz all over the washing machine door.

We quickly straightened up, and turned away like nothing had happened. The grunge dude returned to his walkman, and blondy folded his laundry and I moved my wet wash into a couple of dryers.

The owner didn't wake up the entire time I was there, and I don't know if the woman by the window noticed us, but she did smile at me as I left...