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Ashton - On the Clock - Malik
🕑 Added 2025-09-12 05:00:08 +0000 UTCWorking freelance, I have random days off. It’s hard to gauge if it’s truly a “day off” or if it’s going to be the only day I have to clean my apartment and do laundry before I run out of clean clothes. Today is one of those random Tuesdays I have off. So, I took a shower and put on some charcoal grey Pact brand briefs with a black waistband, which I bought on impulse from a Facebook ad. I hadn't realized they were on sale because they were about to release an entirely new version, as these have a slightly higher cut on the hip. Then I put on faded grey shorts and a blue Under Armor shirt. If I’m going to do laundry, I’m going to be comfortable.
I don’t have laundry in the building, so I use the laundromat two blocks away. It’s a decent place. My roommate uses the drop-off service, but I’ve seen how they treat your laundry here, so I just find the time to do it myself. I’ve made it a part of my process. I’ll put the clothes in the dryer, set a timer for 25 minutes, then I’ll go to the grocery store, pick up whatever I know we’re running low on, then I’ll put the clothes in the dryer, set a timer for 45 minutes, then bring the groceries home and put them away. I’ll either clean the bathroom or the kitchen, depending on which my roommate didn’t clean on his day off. Then I’ll head back to the laundromat, pick up my clothes, bring them home, fold them, put them away, and watch some Netflix until it’s time to start dinner.
Today I was not in the mood to clean, so I put the clothes in the washer, set a timer for 35 minutes, then walked the seven blocks to the best coffee shop in the neighborhood and got myself a double espresso. While I was sipping my drink, I decided to hop on Grindr and see what’s up. I’m a good-looking guy, 24 years old, 5'10”, 145 lbs, and lean. I’m not a gym rat, but I have been jogging since high school and really ramped it up during my pandemic college years. I don’t have trouble getting laid, but I refuse to pay for the insane subscription cost, so my grid has a lot of the same faces. Too many bottoms, not enough tops in this neighborhood.
Since I’m seven blocks and one avenue away from my apartment, the grid is fresh with faces I haven’t seen and start tapping, even the guys with “no taps” as one of the rules in their profiles.
I checked my timer, and I still have 20 minutes before I have 5 minutes left on the wash cycle. As I finish my espresso, the chats start rolling in. The first couple are not guys I hit up; some older guys who seem friendly, but are not my type. One guy doesn’t look old enough to be on the app. One of the guys, a sexy “mixed race” guy, that I tapped hit me with a tap back.
Me: How’s it going?
Thick🍆💦: horny, u?
Me: Kinda [unlocked pics]
Thick🍆💦: you gotta nice ass [sends dick pic]
Me: You gotta big dick lol
Thick🍆💦: 8” not too big
Easy for him to say when he fire-taps my ass pics.
Me: What are you trying to get into?
Thick🍆💦: dat ass lol
I took another look at his profile. 6’, 155 lbs, top, negative on PrEP, my place, your place, 915 feet away. No face, just abs.
Me: Lol, hmmm, you have a face pic?
Thick🍆💦: [sends face pic]
He’s cute. His smile is very disarming, his eyes are a little glazed over, so he probably smokes a lot of weed. His hair is unruly and on the longer side. I can definitely see his Latino roots in his face, but he probably got his dad’s dick. Fuck, that dick is huge, I don’t think I can handle it…especially since I was only casually looking.
Me: You’re cute
Thick🍆💦: wya?
Me: I’m at the coffee shop right now.
Thick🍆💦: on 77th?
I looked around. Wouldn’t it be crazy if he were here? He’s not; it’s just a bunch of old people and me.
Me: Yeah.
Thick🍆💦: Love their french toast.
Me: Never had it, I’ll have to try it out on my next day off.
Thick🍆💦: You host or travel?
Me: either.
I looked at my timer. Shit, 7 minutes left, which is just enough time to get back and be sure the washer hasn’t stopped, and someone takes my clothes out. The timer on the washer always starts at 30 minutes, but depending on the amount of laundry in it and how good the water pressure is that day, it could be 25 minutes or 40 minutes, so I always try to be back early because there are a bunch of women who run side hustles doing laundry for people. They’ll take my clothes out of the machine and leave them wherever, not giving a shit if clothes land on the dirty floor or even making sure all the clothes stay together. It’s a battle.
I start walking back toward the laundromat.
Thick🍆💦: you trying to get fucked?
Me: When?
Thick🍆💦: right now lol
Thick🍆💦: I gotta be in the city for dinner, so I can’t do later.
I felt my balls start churning in my shorts. Fuck…fuck…fuck, this dude is sexy as hell, and it’s been a while since a sexy guy offered me his dick in this neighborhood.
Me: I’m doing laundry right now.
Thick🍆💦: How long until you’re done?
Me: I’m just about to put them in the dryer. So 45 minutes at least.
Thick🍆💦: I can definitely nut in 45 minutes lol
Me: lol, yeah, but if you want to fuck me, I need time to get comfortable.
I put my phone back in my pocket and grabbed a laundry cart, started quickly unloading my clothes, and then pulled the dryer sheets from my pockets, tossing everything into two dryers. The “melt it” dryer and the “I hope it’s almost dry” dryer. Then I had to fight the lady who works there for quarters. She turns off the coin machine like it’s her personal piggy bank and not an exchange of dollars for quarters, and if she’s not immediately free to turn it back on, she’ll take her sweet ass time turning it on.
I pumped quarters into the two dryers and set a timer on my phone for 35 minutes because the battle for the dryers is worse than the battle for the washers, and I’ve had those ladies take my clothes out of the dryer when there’s still 5 minutes left on the timer. “Oh, I thought that was mine,” she said when I caught her red-handed one time, lies.
I checked my phone.
Thick🍆💦: I have poppers and weed, that’ll help you relax
Thick🍆💦: [address sent]
Thick🍆💦: you coming over?
I pulled up the address on my map. Of course, he’s a few blocks further than the coffee shop I was at, making him a ten-minute walk away, which is ten minutes back, which, quick math means I’ll have fifteen minutes to get his big dick and get him off.
I started walking his way and messaged back.
Me: That’ll definitely help. I don’t think we’ll have enough time to fuck, but I can suck your dick.
Thick🍆💦: Mmmm…was really hoping to get some tight ass tho.
Me: I’ll only have about 15 minutes max before I have to leave to get my clothes out of the dryer.
Thick🍆💦: That’s gonna be tough, can’t promise I’ll nut that quick, but I’ll try lol
Me: …alright, but don’t get mad if we gotta stop before you cum.
Thick🍆💦: I won’t.
Me: Do you have condoms and lube?
Thick🍆💦: I have both, but prefer bare.
Me: Well everyone prefers bare, but I only go bare with boyfriends.
Thick🍆💦: no problem, but it’ll take me longer to nut with a condom on tho.
Me: Lol, OMW
My stomach was in knots, but I was also horny and excited. I haven’t been fucked in about a month, and it was only ok. I didn’t have time to dwell on my nerves since I made really good time, walking ten blocks in seven minutes.
Me: Here
I waited an excruciating minute before he messaged back.
Thick🍆💦: buzz 32
I looked at the buttons and hit his number. He buzzed me in. I took the stairs two at a time, and he met me at the door. He smiled, “Hey.”
“Hey,” I smiled back, and he stepped back to let me in. I quickly slipped off my shoes as I glanced at his apartment. It’s older than mine, but clean with a hint of weed in the air. He locked the bolt lock and put his arm around my waist.
“Bedroom’s this way,” he started leading me through the living room. There were a few closed doors, which I assume were for a bathroom, and one or two roommate bedrooms. We walked into his room, where he was all set for a party: condoms, poppers, lube, and a bong on the nightstand. “I’ll let you get the first hit,” he said, handing me the lighter.
It was already packed, so I just lit it up and took a nice long rip. I haven’t smoked a bong in a few years, so it hit me hard, thankfully. Making me instantly more comfortable and relaxed.
He took a rip as I set my phone up on the nightstand with the timer app open and ticking. “When this timer goes off, I gotta get dressed,” I warned him. Then took a second rip off the bong.
“That’s cool. I’m Malik, by the way,” he crossed his arms and pulled his baggy t-shirt off to reveal a sexy, toned body, then took another rip. He definitely hits the gym.
I crossed my arms and pulled my shirt off to reveal my skinny-fit body. “Ashton,” I said, dropping the shirt on the floor. “15 minutes, 27 seconds left on the timer.” I shoved my shorts to the floor.
He smiled, then closed the distance between us and kissed me. His pouty lips were soft, pillowy, and if I had more time, I’d get lost in his sensual kisses. With my bulge rubbing against his, his hands traced the lines of my back, eventually landing on my ass cheeks still hidden in my briefs. “Mmm, get on the bed,” he said.
I climbed onto his queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, letting him look at my ass for a second, and then I lay flat in the middle of the bed, my head on one of the pillows that smells like him. He went over to the nightstand where he had set out condoms, poppers, and lube. He handed me the poppers. I don’t usually do poppers, but when offered, I’m not shy about it. I gave them a quick shake, then took a hit on each side. I tried to watch him strip off his shorts and boxers, but my vision went blurry for a second, and I missed it. The poppers are strong, the rush was intense, and I fanned out my arms and legs on his sheets, feeling the rush wash over me.
I watched as he stroked his dick for a second, adding lube to his cock, then he handed the lube to me. I hooked my thumbs into my briefs and shoved them down, leaving them attached to one sock-covered ankle, and then quickly started fingering some lube into my hole.
He got on the bed, right between my legs, pulling me by my upper thighs down the bed so I could feel his balls resting on mine. He grabbed the lube and stroked more onto his cock. I glanced at the timer, 13 minutes. I started stroking myself quickly, looking at his fat, eight-inch cut cock. I watched as he reached for the condom, ripping it open with his teeth and then fumbling with it as he tried to roll it down his cock, but had it upside down, flipped it over, and then rolled it down his shaft.
I hit the poppers again, as he lubed up his condom covered cock. I watched his eyes travel over to my phone, the red numbers counting down like a bomb from 13 minutes. He put my legs on his shoulders and started guiding his cock up and down my crack. “You ready?” He asked.
I nodded, taking another hit from the poppers. He started to push in as the wave washed over me. Even with the poppers, my hole didn’t immediately give it up. “Ahh…wait, ungh, wait,” I hissed, and he let off. He grabbed the lube and fingered some extra into my ass.
“Damn, you’re tight, bro,” he said as if we were best friends who do this all the time.
I nodded, “Yeah, fuck,” I took a deep breath, and glanced at the clock. 11 minutes 18 seconds on the timer. I took a deep hit of the poppers, then another.
Malik grabbed his dick and put it back on my pucker and pushed with intention, not so hard it ripped me open, but not going to be beat by my tight sphincter either. He didn’t stop until the head popped into my hole. The sound of the latex stretching and me breathing in sharply was only drowned out by the sound of him letting out a low, pleasurable moan, “Mmm.”
“Hold it there,” I said, trying to breathe. Fuck, his dick is huge. I don’t know what I was thinking, trying to get in a quickie with an eight-inch monster. I struggle to open up with smaller dicks and all the time in the world. I felt him nudging a little deeper, “ungh, fuck.”
“You ok?” He asked, running his left hand up and down my thigh.
I scrunched up my face and nodded. He slowly inched a little deeper. I took another hit of the poppers, then another, almost to the point of passing out, and then I felt his pubes on my ass. “Fuuuuck, that’s big,” I groaned.
“You ready?” He asked, not being pushy but glancing at the timer, which now said 8 minutes.
Feeling the poppers and weed helping my tight ass relax, I took a deep breath and nodded yes. I grabbed my cock and started trying to bring it to life. He started slowly retreating, then leaned over me and pushed balls deep just as slowly. He groaned as he bottomed out, “Fuck you’re tight.”
I hissed and grit my teeth, my dick not getting hard, I decided not to blue ball him and focused on his orgasm instead of mine. I can jerk off when I get home. I grabbed the poppers and took another deep hit on each side. He pulled out, “go on your stomach.” I quickly rolled over, and he got right on top of me. I took another hit of the poppers and arched my ass for him. He started pushing in and sank deeper than before. “Damn, that’s good,” he moaned in my ear and started kissing my neck as he began to pump in and out.
I glanced over at the timer, 6 minutes left, as he started digging his cock deeper and harder into me until it popped out with a moan. “Fuck,” he grumbled, grabbing his dick and pushing back in hard. I felt the distinct movement inside that could only be the condom snapping, followed by a stroke that was so well-lubed it had to have dumped a spoonful of precum inside me because he felt it too and moaned. “Mmmm…shit,” he chuckled. “A little too tight,” he hung his head and kissed the back of my neck.
“The condom broke?” I asked, flexing my ass on his slick cock, 99% sure I already knew the answer.
“Mmm-hmmm,” he kissed my neck again, dropping his mouth down to my ear. “Do you want me to put on another one, or can I fuck you like this?” He flexed his raw cock inside me.
I looked over at the timer, 4 minutes 23 seconds left on the timer, and I still need to get dressed. “Can you cum quick?” I asked, with a tone that suggested I didn’t think he could.
“Not if you make me put on another condom. It’ll take me a minute just to get back into your tight ass, and I’ll be starting from scratch on my nut,” he flexed inside me again. “If you let me fuck you like this,” he gave me a quick few inches out and then back in, his eyes rolling into the back of his head performatively, “fuck…I’ll cum quick.”
“Mnhg, ok, fuck, just pull out to cum, ok?” I asked, reaching for the poppers and taking another hit.
He started sawing his dick in and out. His raw dick slid gently on my skin, feeling so good I couldn’t help but moan with him and arch my ass up. He started picking up the pace, adjusting his legs around mine so he could really dig deep. “Fuck…that feels…so good,” he huffed into my ear, dropping his head down to kiss my shoulder.
The deeper he got, the more I started struggling to take his cock, glancing at the timer, 2 minutes 39 seconds. “Mmph, are you close?”
“Yeah, getting close,” he grunted, punctuating his sentence with a hard thrust. Then another few quick thrusts. “Damn, you’re tight, it feels so fuckin’ good.” He varied up his thrusting again, this time slow, long thrusts as he swung his hips into me.
“Ungh, fuck,” I grunted into the pillow. Every time he kisses my neck, I feel my asshole loosen its grip on his pipe, and I can take a few more of his powerful strokes. He started giving me short but deep thrusts, pegging my guts. His left arm wrapped over my shoulder, crossing my neck so his bicep was putting me in a headlock. His right arm went under my armpit, crossing my chest, and held my shoulder as he started thrusting deeper. I was breathing in his musk, and it worked like an aphrodisiac, my hole opening to his next couple of thrusts. It was feeling a little better, but then the alarm went off and my hole clenched in response. “Mmmph, fuck, ungh, time’s up,” I grunted, spreading my legs wider to give him more access for a last few thrusts.
He held me tighter, “I’m so close, don’t make me pull out,” he practically begged, digging his knees into the mattress for more leverage as we slid up towards the headboard with each thrust.
“Ungh, fuck, I have to go,” I said, holding tight to his big arms as he gripped me tighter and fucked me into the mattress. I felt his ass doing all the work, desperately trying to get him off as his cock was buried deep inside me, pulling out an inch or two, then thrusting deep into my guts. “I’m about to bust,” he breathed into my ear. “Please, can I nut in you?” I felt his dick swelling inside me; it felt so good I couldn’t think, as my legs curled backwards, my heels on his toned ass, my toes curling with each additional thrust of his cock. I moaned quietly into the pillow, my cock leaking precum into the sheets with each new thrust. Then I heard him groan, “Ahhhgh,” and press deep into me. “Mmmph…mmmm,” he moaned in my ear as his cock swelled and throbbed, and I felt the sudden warmth of his load spreading in my guts. His grip tightened, “Mmmmph….mmmmph….mmmm,” he moaned in pleasure in my ear until his cock stopped dumping cum inside me and he relaxed on top of me.
The alarm was still going off, and I reached for it, but he was too heavy on top of me to get to it. He took in a deep breath of air and pushed himself off of me. I reached for the timer and hit stop. He pulled out slowly, but somehow it still felt too fast.
He took a deep breath and huffed out, “Fuck… I didn’t mean to cum in you, sorry, I got caught up in the moment,” he said, sitting back on his haunches.
I clenched my ass and swung my leg over him to get off the bed. “It’s…fine,” I said, not having much choice in it at this point. I hunted for my underwear.
He felt around on the bed, realizing what I was looking for, then found them wrapped up in the pillows. “Here you go.”
I snatched them and slipped them on quickly. Then I pulled my shorts on quickly.
“You good?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
I smiled, “Yeah, I just gotta get back,” I told him, pulling my shirt on inside out, “I don’t want my clothes to end up on the floor at the laundromat,” I tried to justify my anxiety. It was half the reason for my concern, the other half the fresh load of Malik’s cum in my ass.
He got off the bed and hooked his thumb in the rubber band of the broken condom, pulling it off easily and dropping it in the trash can. He fished his boxers out of his shorts, slipping them over his shiny, wet cock, and walked me to the door to let me out.
I booked it down the stairs and ran the ten blocks back to the laundromat, clenching my ass the entire way.
Sure enough, that old bitch was heading toward my dryers even though they still had 2 minutes on the timers. I walked in and stood right next to her. She huffed and took a step back, looking at the timers on the other dryers.
I got the clothes out of the dryer and went back to my apartment to fold them. I felt Malik’s cum trying to leak out of my ass and had to clench hard up the three flights of stairs to my place. Then I dumped the clothes on the bed, stripped down, and got to the toilet just in time to not make a mess with all that cum.
I took a shower after, making sure to wash my hole thoroughly, which only turned me on more, and I had to jerk off. It only took me a few minutes of stroking and fingering my well fucked hole to blast my load all over the shower as I thought about how good it felt when Malik gave me that last thrust and nut inside me.
I managed to get the laundry folded and get myself dressed just in time for my roommate to come home and comment, “You didn’t clean anything?”
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Nah, felt like a lazy day,” I told him.
