Jamie

Jamie was new in the apartment complex, but I’d seen his face in the papers, he was a politician. He was young, bright, energetic and seemingly too busy to ever date. I watched him for a few weeks, hoping to see some sign that he was gay, but the only person I ever saw him with was his campaign director, Sheila. One Sunday morning, I was doing laundry in the small facility allotted to the four apartments in the complex that included mine. I’d just thrown in some whites, and was folding a small load of towels when Jamie came down with a basket of his own laundry. "Aw, damn," Jamie said, "Every washing machine in this place is taken." "They’re not very long cycles," I answered, "and you can have this machine as soon as it finishes, I can do the rest later." "I’d appreciate that, I really would," Jamie said sincerely, "I hardly have any time for this." I turned to finish folding my towels, when I felt Jamie standing close behind me. I didn’t say a word, and neither did he, but he drew even closer, and closer, until I could feel the raging erection in his shorts against my buttock. I looked over my shoulder, and Jamie’s face was smiling, somewhat sheepishly, almost as if to say, "Can I?" I smiled knowingly, then turned back around to finish my chore. Suddenly, my pants were around my ankles, and Jamie shoved his hard cock between my ass cheeks and started to dry hump me. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I could feel my dick grow hard against the washing machine as Jamie slipped his hands under my shirt and pinched hard on my nipples. For a minute, I thought I should push something against the door of the room to protect our privacy, but then Jamie’s teeth sunk through my shirt and into my shoulder and I forgot all about it. I reached around and spread my ass open, wanting Jamie to ram his cock inside and fuck me like an animal. The risk of getting caught sent a rush through my body and I wanted him inside me right now. Jamie took his cue and slammed his dick home. He reached around me, grabbing onto the top of the washing machine and fucked me with urgency. Quick, short thrusts, with a feverish pace. My balls and dick were pressed flat against the washing machine, and when the spin cycles began, I began to rock myself against the vibrations. Jamie continued in the same vein, never missing a beat, and short fucking me with the length of his shaft. Each quick thrust squeezing my balls between myself and the washing machine. I could feel my nutsack starting to seize, the fucking and the vibrations made my eyes roll back in my head. I could feel my wad surging as Jamie continued in his quest. His breath was heavy in my ear, and as his hands slipped over my pecs and criss crossed my chest in a tight squeeze, I could feel his movements change, and the groan in my ear let me know he was about to blow. This drove me wild. I felt my wad spurt with every jab of his raging cock inside me. I could feel the warmth of my jism drip down around my package, still pressed against the machine. Then I felt his load in my ass, and we both let out groans in unison. The wash cycle ended, and so did Jamie’s fountain of hot cum. He gently slipped his softening dick out of me and helped pull my pants back up. Pulling up his own shorts, he smiled with a blush when I turned to speak to him. His shyness was sweet, I’d assumed the urge overcame him and he felt a little uneasy. "Well, looks like I missed the rinse cycle," I said with a smile, "and I can’t have clothes without fabric softener! " Jamie smiled, looking down at the floor, still somewhat unnerved that he’d taken such a risk with his career. Public sex would probably ruin him, and he knew it. "Here, give me your laundry and come back in about 90 minutes, it should be ready by then." "Thanks," Jamie said as he slipped out the door, "make sure you’re ready too."