The following story is true, names and places may have been changed, but the basic details are heavily ground in reality. It there has been any exaggeration it is only because of the natural excitement of the situation. After finishing my last year in high school I decided to defer my university placement for one year and like so many Aussies before me, went to work in London to work for a year. I easily gained employment in what was tastefully described as a gentlemenâs club. I wasnât a striper or anything, we just had to carry and serve beer and snacks dressed in outrageously skimpy costumes. I was sharing a flat, with another one of the girls, Johanna; she was a little bit older than me, and extremely popular with both the customers and management. This was mainly because she would often âaccidentallyâ spill beer into her deeply cavernous sized cleavage and remove her tiny bra. The customers loved it because they got to see some big boobs jiggling around, and management loved it because the customers always had to buy more beer. The flat where we lived was tiny, the phrase, barely room to swing a cat, was entirely apt, (this could lead to problems when the situation of gentlemen callers occurred). I have seen bigger closets than the bathroom, you basically had to shower yourself over the toilet, and of course there was no laundry. This meant that we had to use one of the many public laundrettes situated in our neighbourhood. So there I was early one Sunday morning lugging a big bag of dirty washing into one of the laundrettes trying to ignore the tacky posters peeling away by the door. Johanna and I usually took it in turns to do the laundry but today was my second turn in a row because she had her boyfriend stay over, and I wanted to give them some more privacy. Truth to be told I wasnât in the best mood, not having got much sleep. Johanna was a great girl, I loved her to bits, in fact I still do, weâre still good friends, however, she is one of the loudest and most strenuous love makers I have ever known. The thin partition between our beds did nothing to block out her moans and excessive groaning. I was in a seriously grumpy mood, but little did I know, my day was about to get a lot better. Feeling somebodies eyes on me as I threw my clothes into the washer I turned around to see a young guy staring unashamedly at my butt, usually I would have been seriously offended at this, and say something rude, but the fact of the matter was I was too tired to think of something witty and biting to say, and the guy was also kinda cute. He must have been in his late to middle 20âs with shoulder length blonde hair, slightly unshaven, (something I love), and dressed in a tight white T-shirt displaying his muscular body perfectly (something else I love), unfortunately he was also wearing some loose grey slacks, so I couldnât get a good look at his package (big penises being the thing I love more than anything else). âDo you mind?â I asked, even more coyly than I had first intended. âNo, not at all,â he smiled one of those killer smiles that can melt your heart and turn your legs to jelly. âI wonder what the manager of this place would have to sayâ. âHe would say ânice arseâ. Iâm the manager, well at least temporarily. Until, my proper career picks upâ. âWhich is?â âAh, you dropped thisâ he said ignoring my question, handing me a tiny red crotch less feathered V-string. âOh, thatâs not mineâ I stammered suddenly feeling very embarrassed âThatâs my flatmatesâ. Looking me slowly up and down, he replied âWell, that is a pityâ. âShe already takenâ I snapped back, surprised at how my feelings were taking me. âIs this hers too?â he asked picking up a matching red E-cup sized bra from the pile. I nodded. âThen it is no wonder she has a boyfriendâ. He laughed and threw the lingerie into the washing machine. âIf you have quite finished manhandling my flatmates laundry, perhaps you have your own business to attend toâ. âActually, I am waiting for my own laundry, itâs just dryingâ. âThen what are you doing over here in the washing sectionâ. âOh, I though I noticed a hot young sexy lady walk inâ. Trying to stop my heart from skipping a beat, I replied casually âOh, yes, and you just thought youâd come over and check out her underwearâ. âSomething like thatâ. Suddenly an alarmed look crossed his face, and he pulled out his loose slacks and stared pointedly down at his groin âDamn, I need that for tonightâ. âIâm sure you doâ I laughed âJust checking its still there?â âUm, can I ask you a favour?â Now it was his turn to be embarrassed âCan I wash my underpants in your machine. Please, Iâm a real dope and I need them for tonight. Management would fire me if I used up a machine just to wash one pair of jocksâ Looking around the little laundrette that was deserted except for two little old ladies and us. I nodded âAlright. They your lucky jocks or something? Get them offâ. Taking a towel from a nearby hook, he wrapped it around himself, and let his grey slacks fall to the ground, quickly followed by some black underpants. âIâll take those,â I said quickly grabbing them. âNo, please donâtâ he gasped desperately reaching for them. âYou got to touch mineâ I replied âWell, my friends anywayâ. Seeing the look in his eye I added, âDonât worry. I wonât lookâ. Of course, as soon as I turned my back to him I did. They were unusual underpants, quite tight, and seemed to have an extra section around the groin, so that the penis could hang down independently. The inside tag confirmed my suspicions âCustom jockstrap. X-largeâ. Throwing them into the washing machine, I decided that whatever they were, they were obviously made for a man with a large endowment. Seeing he still only had his towel wrapped around him, a mischievous idea crept into my head. Surveying the room I saw the two little old ladies were just folding up their clothes. Plus, he was sitting in a pretty dark corner anyway. Sneaking up behind him, I swiftly pulled at his towel taking it into my grasp. âHey!â The first pleasure I glimpsed was his rock hard arse, looking straight at me. However, a second and far greater pleasure was about to be revealed. As he turned to see whom his assailant was, I gasped as the longest thickest pinkest penis I had ever seen flopped into view. The previous year I had had my first encounter with a massive member and thought that pretty special. However, this specimen was clearly beating it by an inch and a half. The underpants clearly had not lied. âJesusâ, he commented trying to hide his manhood, however such was its length and girth he hands could not fully conceal it. Trying hard not to laugh, I handed him back the towel. âWhat the hell did you do that for?â he asked sternly. Motioning back towards the washing machine I replied simply âSorry. I did look. I was just checking to see if it was trueâ. âSatisfied?â he voice still hard edged. âAbsolutelyâ, I grinned. Instead of being angry, he grinned too, one of his beautiful grins. âNow youâve seen me, itâs only fair I see you.â Trying to think of something witty to counterattack with I found myself instead saying âYes, I guess that is only fair.â He called out to the two old ladies âNearly finished girls?â âOh, yes dearâ they replied as they headed for the exit. As they left I thought I distinctly hear them commenting, âDid you see the size of that thing?â âYes. They didnât make them like that in our day did they?â âPityâ Jumping over, he locked the front door and turned the sign to âCLOSEDâ before pulling down the curtain. Then returning to me, he pulled me close, opening up my blouse and causing buttons to fly everywhere. âDonât worry. Iâll replace them,â he said with a wolfish grin âHmm, and no bra. Very naturalâ. âItâs Sunday. I was washing themâ I replied as I slipped off his towel. This time the penis that greeted me was still long and thick but a darker shade of pink and definitely not flaccid anymore. Taking him by the cock I pulled him back towards the washing machine as he simultaneously unbuttoned my jeans. Letting them drop to the floor I stepped out of them slowly. âI believe you were looking at this beforeâ I purred as I turned my butt towards him and bending slipped off my g-string. Just before he could grab me I opened the door of the washing machine and threw my clothes in there. Already kneeling I wrapped my hands around his throbbing member and run my tongue slowly along its length trying to estimate its distance end to end before I plunged my face onto it, slurping greedily. He casually removes his shirt so we are both naked, his muscles rippling. âEat your heart outâ he says. My hungry lips slide up and down his shaft and I keep devouring the monster until it touches the back of my throat. Pure all natural cock. Looking up, heâs moaning softly, his hands running through my hair deliriously. âNot many people can do that,â he says through clenched teeth. I suck on this giant love stick until I sense heâs good and ready. Feeling the heat emanate from the washer, I stand facing the machine, spreading my legs slightly and bend over it so my body is at a right angle. âThe extra heat really helps to get the blood flowing to the pelvic region,â I explain as he squeezes my butt with an appreciative sigh. His huge penis, dripping wet from my saliva enters me from behind, curling his body over mine. Forcefully, but kindly he lays his arms on top of mine so mine spread over the top of the machine. As he starts to thrust I grin happily. I knew this pose would give him maximum depth. My grin is quickly replaced by a heavy gasp, he needs the maximum depth, and he can go deep â very deep. He thrusting builds to a crescendo and coupled with the vibrations I feel against my clitoris as the spin cycle begins Iâm having two orgasmic sensations, at both the back and front of my nether regions. With the simultaneous pleasures I know I will not be able to last for long, with each forceful stroke he brings me closer and closer towards climax, while on my front, my clitoris is getting her own extreme workout. I clench my butt cheeks to make it tighter for him, not that it isnât tight enough already. âYesâ he growls and builds up his thrusts into a power drive. Suddenly I let out a low moaning scream. This morning I would have put Johanna to shame. As the orgasmic ripples fade away I feel like I am glowing. He too suddenly groans and expertly pulls out his penis before the inevitable explosion. Watching open eyed I witness as it begins to magnifically pump itself sending a pearly shower over some nearby sheets. âSomebodies not going to be happy about thatâ I say when I can speak again. He nods as he opens up another of the washing machines. âI guess weâll just have to wash them tooâ. As I begin to understand what he means a wide grin comes to my face. Some time later as I leave the laundrette exhausted, I look at one of the peeling posters on the wall. It is an advertisement for a male stripper. I peel it off the wall. âDonât worry,â I say to my lover, as I leave âWith your body plus a cock like that, you wonât be a laundrette manager for longâ.