Showing Dick in Dank Basement
Garg, the animal ‘Hairy-Man’ who lives in my head has a way of directing me to perverse and stimulating sexual situations and has a way of sensing the spirit world. Spirits are all around us, and if there’s anything they’re mad about, it’s that they miss the mashing together of flesh, of being a body. Whenever they get the chance they can and do inhabit our bodies and take us for a sex romp that we may never have been expecting.
Showing Dick
The laundry room in my apartment building is a dank, humid room at the end of a long hall in the basement. Most of the time it is lit mostly by the red exit sign and a few dim bulbs that flicker like old oil lanterns from the past. Several times while in the elevator, I’ve heard tenants talking about their fear of going down there. They would see shadowy figures pass by the door in the hallway and hear strange moaning and bumping sounds. I had heard them too, but it sounded to me like the muffled noises of neighbors having sex. I never felt threatened by the laundry room. I looked forward to the humidity and warmth which would cause my crotch to heat up and start to expand in my pants. The poor lighting and obscured corners and alcoves always made me think what a great place it would be to have anonymous sex. Washing machines going through their cycles with thuds and whirring sounds would obscure the banging, slapping, and slurping sounds of lubed flesh pushing into wet, gaping holes.
Most of the time, other tenants would avoid the basement entirely and opt for the laundry down the street. It was rare that I saw others while I sat quietly waiting for my load to wash and then dry. sometimes I would spend all afternoon doing my laundry with nobody but Garg and other horned-up spirits that stayed down there for company. It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was taking a mental health day from work. The cold rain outside kept people from running about in the building and it was quiet except for the constant flowing of water against window panes and down drainage spouts. I had been in the laundry room through 2 of about 6 loads. It was laundry day, so I only had a pair of gym shorts and a wife-beater to wear. It was always too warm to wear anything else there anyway. The humidity and Garg running through my mind had given me my usual locker room hard-on… full hangage, spongy and full, but not hard. If I sat on the plastic chair with my legs spread, it couldn’t be hidden.
My cock always looked the best when it was in this state. The washer and dryers were making their sex sounds and the lights flickered causing shadowy spirits to swirl around even if only in my head. My spirit-like haze was cleared abruptly when I heard the elevator door open down the hall. I could hear whoever it was pulling their laundry bag down the hall. It sounded like they could have been dragging a body the way they pulled and stopped, adjusting their grip and then starting up again. Garg was getting excited at the prospect of who might be joining in on the afternoon laundry room fun and I had to adjust myself in my chair to hide my package from view. In walked a tenant I had pet-named Daddy Six-pack. Not because of perfect washboard abs, but because I always saw him carrying a six-pack of beer into the building. He was a big man with a beard and a naturally balding head. His beer-drinking had given him a nice belly… not a huge thing that you couldn’t get by, just a nice manly roll that I often thought I would like to bounce my forehead against if I ever got a chance to suck his dick.
Alpha-male
He came in dragging his laundry behind him in one hand and carrying a six-pack in the other. He was wearing a pair of cut-off sweatpants and an old white tee shirt. He looked at me and glanced down at himself. “Laundry day,” he said implying that this was all he had left to wear. “Same here man,” I said with a similar glance down at myself. “All I had left,” and I left it at that. I didn’t want to seem too excited to see him. Amongst the sound of the machines and the humid air, I got a whiff of some really strong manly smells coming off of him. He filled a couple of washers, put in his coins, and sat down in a chair next to me leaving an empty between us for his six-pack of beer. “You want a beer man?” he asked me. I accepted. and we clanked bottles and swigged down a mouthful. My first loads of laundry thudded to an abrupt stop. As I got up I dropped a quarter, and it landed right between his feet. I reached down to pick it up and he reached for it at the same time. When our hands touched, it was the spark that allowed the circling spirits the chance they were waiting for. Until there’s some kind of contact they can’t do anything but observe and maybe make some noise and cast some shadows. But that spark that you feel sometimes is the energy that allows the spirits to flow into our flesh and take over our bodies. Granted, there has to be some kind of willingness, to begin with, but if it’s there and they see their chance they take it. My eyes first fixed on his bulging crotch and then moved up to his eyes. I stopped being myself at this point, and I could tell that he was someone else suddenly too. He grabbed my head and plunged his thick tongue into my mouth. I could feel it stuffing into my mouth like a soft, fat cock. He stood up and we tongue fucked each other’s mouths with spit and slobber spreading around our faces. His facial hair was rubbing around on my face and I could feel his cock straining against his sweats pushing against my now rock-hard prick sticking out from the leg of my gym shorts. All at once he spun me around, pulled down my shorts, and bent me over a hot, vibrating washing machine. he crouched down behind me and spread my hole open wide with his thick meat hooks. His wet, coarse beard started rubbing against my ass hole and his tongue started slurping and sucking my tight hole. Even though we were alone in the room, I could feel the eyes of the horny spirits watching us and swirling around us. It seemed as though the ones who were left out were jealous of the ones who got to inhabit our flesh. He sucked on my ass as he pulled on my fat cock with his rough hands. The moans around us were now joined by my moans and his slurping on my hole. I spread my ass cheeks wide as I leaned on the machine. It felt as if he was fucking me with his tongue that felt like a fat cock head teasing and prying my manhole. When He stood up, I felt him pull down his sweats and his fat Long prick sprung up with a loud slap against my wet, gaping ass-lips. He pulled down and let it go several times, letting me feel and hear his hard, fat cock slap against my hole over and over again. On the last slap, he aimed it just right and I felt his swollen dick head press against my hungry, slurping ass lips. I heard him spit on the junction between our joining flesh and all at once he buried his fat pipe deep inside me. I heaved and let out a loud gasp as the spirits around us now excitedly moaned and circled around us. It seemed as if I could feel their hot breath, but it was nothing compared to the hot fuck pole now stuffing my cunt. He punched all the way inside me and then pulled all of his slick cock out of my hole and then buried it to the hilt again, over and over he pumped my now gaping hole as he held my hips steady for the next thrust. I was now face down on the machine being fucked so hard that we were knocking the washing machine around. My cock was gushing pre-cum against the hot metal machine and with each hard thrust it was rubbing up and down the smooth metal. I could hear him starting to groan and pant behind me. His hot pits and hairy chest were dripping hot man sweat up and down my back as he heaved and pumped his pipe in and out of me. He started to cum and the spirits went wild. I could see them now standing around us in a circle encouraging us to put on our stinking, lubed-up, spit-filled flesh party.
Spreading the hole
Fuckin’ Hairy Hole
His thick, hard dick pumped and released over and over again sending thick creamy jizz shooting up into my guts. I could feel it spurting out between the seal made between my ass lips and his meat pipe. Hot cum was now flowing down my legs and scooped up a handful and stroked my swollen meat until it blew all over the inside of my shorts and covered the front of the washing machine while the six-pack man finished dumping the rest of his load deep inside me. We laid like that panting and heaving for several minutes with his wet, hairy chest pressing hard against my back. The hot cum was now really dripping down my legs and the smell of it mixed with the heavy humid air. His still hard cock was still wedged deep in my hole as his breath began to slow and our bodies began to recover from our ghost take-over fuck. His heavy cum and spit-lubed meat slipped out of my hole with a slap and I could feel the spirits leave our bodies. We pulled up our shorts, now covered in cum and sweat, and sat down without a word to finish our beers. The washing machine loads stopped and we both stripped down to toss in the last of our soiled clothes. As we sat naked in the dark, hot, humid laundry room, we drank a couple more beers and without any words, we realized that we had just been a part of some supernatural joining that couldn’t be duplicated quite the same again. We finished our laundry and the beers and left the haunted laundry. As I left I looked back and I’m pretty sure I saw Garg there smiling his toothy grin at me holding up a beer as if to toast my cum-filled fuck in the haunted laundry room.
