I got stuck in the laundry room

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Right out of college, my best friend and I decided to rent an apartment together. Our place was fantastic. It had plenty of sunlight, a decent-sized kitchen, and best of all: in-unit laundry. A major upgrade from the days of communal laundry rooms back in school.

It was Saturday morning, and being the responsible adult that I was, I decided to kick off the laundry. I gathered all of our things, then tossed them into the machine along with a detergent pod. It was just like any other laundry day, right up until the moment that I slammed the door shut on my shirt and shorts.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself. I leaned my hand on the machine, intending to open the door and free myself. And that’s when I accidentally hit ‘start.’

“No no no!” I tried to stop it, but the cycle had already begun. And an unfortunate safety feature meant there was no opening the door for the next hour.

I tried to take my shirt off first, then thought maybe I’d be able to wiggle out of my shorts instead. But with both caught in the machine, there was simply no escape. With a sigh, I decided to call my roommate.

“Carl!” I shouted over the noise of the washing machine. “Carl, come here!”

My roommate stumbled in a minute later, groggy and wide-eyed, having just woken up. “What, Tim? You know, most people actually like to sleep in on the weekend?”

“Sorry,” I replied. “I know, I know. I just needed your help. I’m kind of stuck here.”

He rubbed his eyes, and as he got a better look at me, a grin appeared on his face. “Stuck, are you?”

I groaned. “Yes, Carl. Stuck. Now can you help me out of this death trap?”

He stepped closer, inspecting the clothing caught in the washer door. “I don’t know how you managed that,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re really in there, huh?”

I nodded, rolling my eyes.

“Alright, let me see what I can do,” he said. “It might get a little awkward for a minute.”

“Just do what you need to,” I replied.

Carl grabbed me by the hips and yanked on my body, attempting to free me. My clothes remained clamped in the door, and instead of pulling me free, he ended up pulling himself towards me. His frontside slammed into my ass, pressing me into the machine. I felt his bulge push against me, but I just brushed it off. It was kind of my fault he was up this early anyway. Who was I to complain?

He grunted, then stepped back to take a new approach. This time, I felt his hands slip into my waistband. I gasped slightly at his touch, hoping he hadn’t heard me. “Hold on tight,” he said. Then he gave my shorts a tug, attempting to free me by leaving the clothes behind.

I gripped the machine, my roommate tugging and tugging, until my shorts slipped halfway down my thighs. Underwear along with them.

“Oh shit!” Carl said, letting go and falling to the floor.

I was completely exposed. “Look away!” I shouted. I struggled to pull the shorts back up, but he had somehow managed to slip them down in the door without fully releasing them. The result: a new position, with my bare ass exposed and no way to hide it.

“Damn, those are some nice cheeks,” Carl teased.

“I said look away!” I shouted. This was a mess.

“Do you want help or not?”

“…yes,” I said reluctantly.

“Then I think I’m gonna need some… motivation.”

“What?”

“I’m doing you a favor, you know. I could just leave you here. I have plenty of other things to be doing.”

I looked over my shoulder, noticing the bulge that had pressed into me earlier. Except it wasn’t a bulge. It was a full-on tent.

He turned to go.

“Wait!” I said. “Don’t go! I’ll… help you out.”

His eyes lit up. “Oh yeah?”

I swallowed, then nodded.

“I’ll be right back.” Carl practically ran out of the room, returning a moment later with a small bottle. I looked at him quizzically. “Lube,” he said with a smirk.

My heart started to beat a little faster. “For jacking off, right?”

He laughed. “Yeah, right. My friend’s juicy ass is on full display and he’s stuck, unable to free himself, completely at my mercy… and I’m just gonna jack off.”

“Wait wait wait, what? Hold on a second!”

Carl dropped his shorts, revealing a sizable dick. If I’m being honest, part of me was incredibly turned on by the situation. He squeezed out a generous amount of lube, then lathered himself up. I bit my lip nervously, scared but also excited.

“It’s up to you,” he said. He began to stroke his hard cock, his hand gliding up and down its length. My own dick was standing tall, squished up against the washing machine. “I can just stare at your ass and stroke myself until I finish… or I can fuck you until you’re begging for my cum.”

Deep down, I knew what I wanted. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

He grinned. “Right answer.” Then he stepped up and shoved his cock into me.