Archer’s cock slid back inside of the cubicle. He tentatively opened the door; he had a sheepish smile on his face.
“I didn’t break it, did I? I can go clean it myself if it’s too messy.”
“Nah, it’ll be fine. Why do you think you broke it?”
“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing. I feel dumb saying.”
I stayed silent. I made the same faux confused expression I had made earlier.
“I… I kinda busted my nut inside of it. Have you ever used that thing? It feels so intense. Better than my ex-girlfriend.”
Archer started chuckling. I lit up inside at hearing that I had done a good job. I had been passionate, but I’d never expected such rave reviews for my first time. My own cock was still rock hard.
“No, I’ve never used it. I’ve heard the cleaning process can be quite vigorous though.”
Archer grabbed his dick and flopped it around. It was like he was trying to show me how it had turned red from the machine overstimulating it.
“I’m definitely clean now. I guess we should get back to work. We still have a lot more to pack up.”
Archer began to walk towards the door. He planted one hand down on my shoulder. My dick jumped so intensely that I was sure I’d leaked a few more drops into my boxers.
“Do you mind going out and getting us started again?” I asked. “I really need to go to the bathroom.”
“B! You should have just gone when I was in the stall. You’re not pee shy, are you?” Archer gave me a firm swat on the ass. It felt like the type of ribbing he’d give to any other guy in the locker room on his end; but, to me, it was more fuel for my lust.
“I… I kinda needed to use the stall.”
“Oh,” Archer replied, clearly understanding what that meant – or what it would have, if I hadn’t been lying. “I’ll give you some space.”
As soon as the door shut behind him, I made sure it was locked. I ran over to the toilet and stripped so my jumpsuit was down around my ankles. I fished my hard six inches out through the fly of my boxers. I spit on my palm and started stroking faster than I had in ages.
I closed my eyes and tried to pretend like his cock was still throbbing inside my mouth. It didn’t take much time at all. In less than a minute, I was spurting jets into the toilet bowl. My knees felt like jelly as I came; I had to plant one hand on the wall to steady myself.
When I came back out to the main room, Archer was just standing by the desk, pretending to look at the order sheets. His manhood had fully returned to its resting state.
“I realized I don’t have anything to cover up down there. My jock is soaked. Should I try to wrap something around my waist?”
Should I miraculously find a uniform for him to wear? I can act like it had been hidden below something else. I scanned his body again. It was just too perfect. He wasn’t meant to wear any clothes.
“I think it’s best if you just get back to work with like that. Your dick has been cleaned now, so there’s no part of your body that could contaminate the food.”
“Isn’t my junk kinda of a safety hazard though?”
“I mean… I think it’s not an issue if it stays where it’s at. If it gets… aroused, then that’s a different story.”
“Nah, I think I’ll be fine for a while after the number that machine did on me.”
Archer and I went back to our duties. I felt like a changed person. I guess I was, since I had sucked my first dick. I felt more excited and playful than I could ever recall. I smacked his ass at least three more times to congratulate him on various tasks. He smiled and accepted the praise.
We packed his soiled jockstrap into a plastic bag when our shift was coming to an end. Archer had to go commando for his ride home. I felt an urge to hug him right before he left, but I didn’t. I recognized that I was developing some type of feelings for him, even though I wasn’t sure what they were. I did know, however, that he’d never truly reciprocate them.
The next shift went even better. Archer decided to not wear any underwear to work. He said it was because he didn’t want to risk getting another jockstrap messy. I didn’t complain.
We moved into our routine of inspection and lotion application. A thought occurred to me about halfway through. “So,” I said, “I guess if you’re going commando today, you’re going to need to clean the big guy down there.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured that might be the case.”
“I guess I can put some antibacterial lotion on it, if that’s not too uncomfortable.”
Archer squished up his face; his potential disgust immediately activated something negative within me. I stopped my hands from massaging his bulky left quad.
“I thought… I thought maybe the machine would do a better job.”
Archer was blushing; he looked away from me, worried that I could see what he was doing. I could, of course. Any shame within me drifted away. He likes the cock washing machine so much that he found a reason to use it again!
“Yeah, that make sense.”
We went through the same steps to get everything into place. He moaned and grunted and gasped as I sucked him dry. I didn’t feel the same urge to jerk off right away, though; I decided to save to memory for later that night.
The rest of the shift went well. Archer began to reciprocate my handsy accolades. He swatted me on the butt twice; it felt wonderful, even if his pats didn’t quite scoop up my behind the same way mine did when I was initiating them.
Once the final day of the mandatory inspection and cleaning period arrived, I produced a letter from the health department stating that recent changes had increased it to thirty days. Archer was so used to blindly following directions that he didn’t care.
The cock washing machine sessions became more intense. I learned how to better swallow him, and he was getting more comfortable face fucking me. After about ten sessions, I could take a solid eight inches of his meat. I sometimes worried about gagging, but he’d get so loud when I let him push into my throat that I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear any suppressed choking noises on my side of the wall.
A few times, Archer found ways to drop random baking materials – sugar, cream cheese frosting, and chocolate syrup – onto his dick. He’d give me a feigned look of embarrassment before asking the use the machine again. Those were my favorite times. I loved knowing that he had enjoyed himself so much at the beginning of shift that he had to find a way to shoot another load.
I had never imagined myself having so much fun with a guy like Archer. I’d always worried I’d be the perpetual loser-nerd stereotype. I was grateful, but I still wanted more. Part of it was knowing that we were on borrowed time. Graduation wasn’t far off; he was going to be helping relatives in Nebraska out on their farm over the summer, and I’d be gone by the fall. I think the realization that I didn’t have much time left made me desperate for something.
report We’d gone through our normal routine with only eight days left together. It’d had been a one-blowjob day. He was telling me all about how excited he was to watch some superhero movie that was being released.
“Yeah, I’m taking this girl, Cindy Schultz. I guess it’s a date… but it feels kinda weird since I’ll be leaving so soon. I made sure she knows that though, and she still wanted to go.”