Gay Erotic Stories

Fabric Softener A short erotic piece by Charlie Zumo zumoz@hotmail.com Israel dragged his heavy laundry basket through the soggy air filling the passageways of a Miami condominium development. His clothes were completely soiled, every pair of shorts and socks, every shirt reeked of sweat and cigarette smoke. These odors nauseated him when they mixed with the bright pink fragrance of laundry detergent and fabric softener. A soft, Florida ocean breeze swept all of the smells together and rammed them in his dry and sniffly nostrils. Israel was hung over and hornier than a lioness in heat. The laundry room was situated in a remote recess of the concrete apartment complex, it was behind a tool shed that was used to store equipment for the blue rectangular swimming pool. Little chameleons scurried by Israel’s feet as he unlocked the door to the laundry room and set his basket onto a rumbling dryer. Israel heard two giants chasing each other, giggling and carrying on like grade school students. He looked out of the small window, moving the blue and white checkered curtain aside. Israel caught a glimpse of the guy who was conducting the frivolous chase, he caught a quick flash of a strong and tanned back disappearing behind a concrete wall, their laughs were still echoing throughout the buildings and were terminated by two loud splashes in the pool. Israel touched himself through his own denim cutoffs as soon as he saw the man’s torso disappear behind the cement partition. All of his muscles were taught as he ran, the lines of his definition were all tensed and his ass seemed to be very strong and muscular, it reminded him of a race horse. Israel forgot about ass for a while as he dumped his filthy clothing into the washer, pinching his nose in self-disgust all the while. Israel fed the machine its allowance of quarters and set the basket on a shelf above the rumbling machines, out of people’s way. Israel daydreamed for minutes about what the man might look like all over. He thought about the fact that he hadn’t had sex in weeks, the dating scene in Miami wasn’t happening for him. The last guy was loaded, both anatomically and financially, but dumped Israel without telling him why. Israel snapped out of his dream and as he went to open the door, a hand was turning the same knob from the outside, the opposite way. Israel stepped back to let the entering person in. The very man he had seen running along the pathway outside a few minutes before was standing before him, sopping wet and wearing only a pair of loose fitting, teal swimming trunks. A sheet of soft, blond chest hair funneled to a spiral at his navel, his teeth were white and friendly as he smiled, apologized to Israel for startling him. “Didn’t hear ya, hope I didn’t scare you too hard.” The man put a hand on Israel’s shoulder. The stench of chlorine and suntan lotion filled the tiny laundry room immediately. Israel felt an erection starting to crawl through his denim shorts, oozing pre-come. “Don’t worry about it pal, I didn’t get too scared. It was weird when the knob turned the other way…you know.” “I’ve never seen you before, do you live here in the complex?” “For the mean time.” Israel felt suddenly nervous. “Do you ever use the pool?” “Not too much, I go to the beach more often, you know it’s so close.” “Yeah. Hey, is that your laundry basket? The blue one?” The man pointed up to the shelf. “Actually, it is.” Israel stepped back as the man walked towards him to grab the basket from its perch. “Do you mind if I borrow it?” The cycle on the dryer next to Israel started to wane. The man and Israel stared deeply at each other’s curiosities through the primitive language of locking eyes for extended lapses of time. “Not a problem. I won’t need it for another hour or so.” Israel tried to walk around the man but the oppressive quarters wouldn’t allow him passage. “I live in 404. If I forget to bring it, you know. Where do you live?” “I’m Israel. 218.” “Ben, nice to meet you.” “I should probably go back and check on my cat.” Israel squeezed past the man and looked at the clothes that he was piling into the laundry basket. Swimming trunks turned inside out and lots of boxer shorts. Tank top wife beaters and black men’s briefs. Israel imagined that the laundry might be the collection of more than one man’s clothes. “Well stop by sometime…404. Do you drink beer?” “Of course I do.” Israel headed back to the laundry room about a half hour later to move his clothes from the washers to the dryers. Dusk was filling in the sky above him and a weird energy was in the air. Israel felt like he was being watched as he thought about Ben, trying to fathom what he felt like, tasted like. He wondered if he was straight and being friendly or if he was gay and making a pass. Israel unlocked the laundry room door and stepped inside. Ben was sitting in there, reading a magazine on a beach chair. “Wow, you scared me that time!” Israel put a hand to his own chest and took a deep breath. Took a step back. Ben stood up immediately. He put the gossip rag down and walked over to Israel, to comfort him. “I didn’t mean to…oh my, my. Look at this.” Ben ran his hand along Israel’s crotch, massaging the length of the growing cock. Israel got harder and harder. “You don’t mind do you?” Ben flashed a charming smile, it was filled with sunshine and nice things. “Oh not at all, Ben.” Israel closed his eyes while the blond, sun-bleached Adonis pulled out the hardening prong. Ben took to his knees and slurped on the penis until Israel’s eyes bulged out of his head. Israel gasped until he could stand no more, he yanked his member out of Ben’s mouth and took to his own knees. Ben stood up to facilitate the cock-sucking that Israel had been craving all day, the raw worship of a phallus, the reverence of masculinity’s crown jewels. A fat cock fell out of the swimming trunks that had long ago dried in the Florida heat. The cock tasted like chlorine as Israel prayed to it with long licks and hard manual rubbing. Ben moaned like a contented cat above Israel, he ran his kind and gentle hands through Israel’s hair. The smell of a barbecue passed through the room on an ocean breeze. Israel continued to feast on the eight inch prong with animal delight. He licked the droopy balls, he even licked the inner lining of the trunks repeatedly, the gauzy material drove him wild, the man’s odor was wonderful and the haze of the chlorine gave the blow job a brilliant edge. Ben lifted Israel up and kissed him against the rumbling dryer. After a minute of deep French kissing, Ben turned Israel around. Israel could feel Ben rummaging through his shirt pocket without looking at his hands, in a frantic search of something. Israel felt the cool sensation of sex lubricant being spread and worked into his anus, Ben’s fingers were well experienced and thorough. Israel felt the fat cock slide into his ass effortlessly, it slid all the way in until Israel could feel Ben’s navel pressed against his tailbone. “Do you like that?” Ben whispered gently into Israel’s ear, he licked it a couple of times. “Fuck yeah. Just don’t tear me up too bad.” Israel pushed his ass against the stallion’s grip. Ben started to fuck him with moderate thrusts. “Who was the guy you were chasing earlier?” Israel closed his eyes, the fucking was perfect, the man’s body weight was rocking his world. “That was Ricky, did you like him? Did you like what you saw?” Ben let out a sex sigh. “Man.” “I never saw him, I only saw you. Fuck me faster.” Ben adjusted Israel’s body against the wall and fucked him faster. Israel moaned like an insatiable harlot. “Ricky’s my ex. We’re roommates now. We fuck sometimes.” “What does he look like?” Israel’s words shook with his trembling body. “Black hair, big dick, gray green eyes. He’s Puerto Rican. You’ll have to meet him.” Ben began to fuck him harder. “I’m Puerto Rican too. Does he like to fuck like you do, Ricky?” “Yeah he fucks all right. He’s the only guy that I’ll let top me.” Ben’s words were getting lost in his moaning, their volume went up and down spastically. The feeling of the muscular body against and around Israel’s ass caused him to focus on the sex and less on the introductions and formalities. Israel silenced as Ben’s thrusts quickened. Ben reached around and grabbed Israel’s cock. Israel squirmed beneath him until Ben shoved his face into his laundry basket. Israel could only smell fabric softener as his mind’s eye went black in the storm of orgasm. Israel’s cock released a load of sperm that splashed and ran down the front of the white dryer. Ben started to mutter unintelligibly until his cock blossomed like a flower inside of Israel’s body and also shot a long, pleasurable load of jizm. When Israel finally had enough energy to remove his face from the laundry basket, Ben was on his way out the door, adjusting his business in his swimming trunks. “Don’t forget Israel, 404.” Israel walked over to number 404 an hour or so later to try to investigate the meaning of Ricky’s ‘mystery’. Ben had only mentioned that Ricky was the only guy who he would let fuck him and Israel was dying to see what he looked like. Little lizards played ‘catch me’ around Israel’s feet as he walked up to number 404. He could only hear and see a TV humming, glowing through the yellow curtain. Israel knocked softly. Footsteps approached on thick carpet and the door opened. A tall dark-haired man with a can of beer in his hand opened the door. Shirtless, he wore only a pair of cutoff Army fatigue shorts that rolled around his knees, a thin gold chain circled his deeply tanned neckline. “You must have the wrong apartment, buddy.” The man began to close the door. “Wait. Please. I met Ben earlier, he invited me over.” Israel looked eager to the man. “Oh, is that right? He didn’t tell me. Come in.” Ricky opened the door to let Israel in. Israel sat on a plush couch. The room smelled like sweat, men. Ricky sat across from him with his legs spread wide, the pouch of his manhood hung to the left of his crotch through his fatigues. “I’m Israel by the way.” Israel waved coyly. “Ricky. Nice to meet you, man. Ben should be here in a minute, he went to the beach for a little while.” His accent was charming. “I can come back.” Israel stood up. Ricky stood up and pushed him back down on the couch with a strong and swift push from his right arm. His strength was incredible, Israel realized his Olympic health. His pecs stiffened when his hand outstretched, his soft black chest hair was coiled like springs and his beard was about two or three days old. Even his feet looked strong. “You can wait a minute can’t you?” “Yeah I can wait, no problem.” Israel was filling with adrenaline, sex anxiety. “So what do you do Israel?” Ricky scratched his balls through his fatigues. “I’m a busboy at the Clam and Pearl.” Israel took a deep breath. “Great food there, me and Ben used to go there a lot.” Ricky scratched his nipple, it made a sandpaper sound. “He said you were really good friends.” Israel felt his temperature rise. “Do you smell something weird in here?” Ricky sniffed the air around him like a hunting dog. “No, I don’t. Should I?” Israel became uneasy by the stranger’s weird behavior. “I think I do. It smells like…gasoline or something.” Ricky stood up. “I don’t smell anything like that at all.” Israel leaned back. “I think you brought the smell in, yeah, it’s getting stronger as I walk over to you, it’s on you!” Ricky leaned over Israel like a cast bronze statue. Israel could smell his armpits now, they were musky sweet from the sun, the swimming pool. Ricky sat down on Israel, crushing him with his solid weight, the couch squeaked. Israel laughed like a little kid, he was thinking of a way to get the man off of him or a least a way of ‘getting off’ period. Ricky’s skin felt smooth as Israel’s hands covered its range. Ricky was forcing Israel’s hands onto his still clothed but hardening cock. Israel dug his face into one of the armpits and took a deep breath from it. He massaged the chest hair, rubbed the rock-hard shoulders and biceps. Ricky led him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. “Where are you from kid?” Ricky was taking his pants off. “New York, now here. And you?” Israel peeled his tight tee-shirt off and threw it towards the bedroom door. “Puerto Rico. Then Cali. Then New York and now here.” “Do you like it here?” Israel started to jerk himself off while the military shadow hovered in the half dark before him. Ricky crawled on the bed and knocked Israel to his back under him like a cresting ocean wave. Israel reached his arms around his back and melted in the sensation, the contact with a stunning work of art. Ricky sunk down into Israel’s crotch and took in his average, yet beautiful rod. Israel squirmed on his back while the copper giant sucked the whole cock with steel jaws and tongue. The muscle man was an expert cocksucker, Israel was dragged deeper into a sex trance with each impressive suck and stroke. Ricky moaned with delight as he nurtured the erection to a purple fury. Israel’s dick was stinging with sex sensation. Ricky released the rod and reached over to a bed side table. Israel sat up to see what he was doing and Ricky threw him back on the bed. As soon as Israel’s back hit the mattress, Ricky appeared above him like a specter. Israel was startled when Ricky grabbed his dick and sat on it. His weight was spectacular but the feeling of the weight on his cock was electrifying. Ricky bounced up and down like a dribbling basketball on Israel’s thin frame. “Man that feels so good, do you like that?” Ricky’s head was swaying in a cloud of pleasure. Israel ran his hands through the giant’s belly, chest hair. “Yeah, I like that a lot.” Israel’s words were choppy during the fucking. Ricky breathed harder as he positioned his knees for a better penetrating angle. He was relentless in his assault on Israel’s cock, it was as if he hadn’t been fucked in a really long time. “Come on Papi, you could fuck harder than that.” Israel teased him. Ricky sped up to a motor’s speed. He whined in his sex agony, his strong hand was squeezing his reddened cock, pre-come oozed out like tree sap as he pounded harder onto Israel. “Come on little kid, slap me.” Ricky put his face closer to Israel’s. Israel slapped him, the sound was dry and loud. “Looks like you two got to know each other pretty fast, huh?” Ricky and Israel kept fucking, both of them turned their heads and looked towards the bedroom door. It was Ben. He was taking off his swimming trunks. A pang of sex terror/pleasure swept through Israel’s limbs. Ricky got up from his connection to Israel and got on the floor, on his knees. His chest and head came to the top of the bed, his ass was in the air awaiting Israel’s dick to once again service it. Israel instinctually leapt from the bed and immediately plunged into him like a wild, horny animal. Ricky and Israel both moaned simultaneously while Ben watched them, he jerked himself curiously in the dark corner of the room. Ricky and Israel picked up their pace, their bodies looked like two running horses as they fucked deeply. Israel’s thin frame looked awkward in it’s penetrating of the Roman statue’s ass. Ben walked over and sat on the bed next to Ricky, who was digging his face into the comforters and breathing hard. “Ricky, you never let me do that to you. Do I get a turn?” Ben jerked himself harder. “No.” Ricky looked up for a second and dug his face back into the bed. “Come on, buddy. Just for a minute.” Israel looked up at him and jerked his head back in a gesture that commanded ‘get behind me’. Ben crawled over to Israel’s trembling ass and positioned himself behind it. While Israel was penetrating the sex-starved Puerto Rican soldier, Ben’s big blond surfer cock slid into Israel’s hole with expert precision. The sensation of both fucking and getting fucked made Israel cringe at first, but the three men slowly gathered a rhythm, momentum and within a few seconds of Israel being penetrated, the three of them shivered in what seemed like endless sexual exaltation. Israel ran his hands along Ricky’s chiseled back, the ravines of the muscular landscape were deep and mysterious. Israel could feel Ben digging deeply into him as well, everything combined into a black sphere of pure movement, Israel could not rationalize anything else at this point. The smells and sounds were all the same. Muscle, hair and darkness were everything he could experience. Israel felt a rush beginning deep inside of his anatomy, it was being triggered by both his active and passive maneuvers. Ben buried his face into Israel’s back and clawed at his sides while a stream of come oozed out of him, his breathing became irregular and his body shuddered in the wake of sex spasms, his thrusts however never slowed down or stopped. Ricky was still getting fucked like a whore beneath the both of them. He, too began to shiver and Israel grabbed a hold of his big cock from under him and yanked on it hard. It made loud slapping sounds. Ricky and Israel made primitive conversation with unintelligible grunts until the both of them approached a climax together. Their bodies synchronized to drive them both to the outer limits of corporal pleasure, they gasped in seizures together and almost sounded like crying children. They bayed like wolves and grunted like dogs. Israel’s load flew out of him like a cannon ball, like a lion’s roar. He collapsed on the tan torso beneath him. He was lifted onto the bed and covered with a blanket. The two horny roommates returned to the living room to watch more TV, put down a few more beers.