I helped him over to the kitchen sink. We both used paper towels to wipe away the sticky substance from his pecs and abs. I felt my dick rising as I used cleaning him as yet another excuse to grope him. It took about two minutes before his massive chest was reasonably clean.
Without saying anything, Archer pushed his jock strap down to his ankles. He picked it up from the floor to examine it more closely. The thing looked disgusting.
I glanced at his crotch. His pubes were matted with the glaze; his dick was glistening from the substance covering it.
“Damn,” he said, looking down at the mess between his thighs. “Too bad there’s no such thing as a cock washing machine — you know, like a foot bath. My grandma uses one of those.”
A light bulb went off in my head. If I hadn’t been so horned up gawking at his fat rod, I probably would have tried to turn it off, but seeing the glaze coating his dick made me think about the strand of pre-cum that had fallen onto my arm. I could almost feel the taste reactivating on my tongue.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, it was just being dumb. ‘Cock wash’… ‘foot bath.’ It was supposed to be funny.”
“But… they do exist,” I said, trying my damnedest to sound genuine.
Archer smiled and shook his head from side to side. He swatted me on the shoulder with his left mitt. “You’re fucking with me.”
report I did my best to look confused; my brows darted up as my forehead furrowed. My eyes narrowed like I was thinking of how to explain a difficult concept. “No. Why would I kid about something like that? I can even show it to you if you don’t believe me.”
“I didn’t mean to call you a liar, B! I… I just thought you were being funny, like when you said we didn’t have a bathroom the first day when we actually did.”
My heart was racing; I couldn’t believe he was buying it. I couldn’t believe that I’d had the nerve to assume that he was actually that gullible. I let the divine mixture of power and lust wash over me. “Come with me,” I commanded.
I took the soiled jockstrap from Archer’s hand and placed it into the basin of the kitchen sink. He followed me as I led him towards the restroom.
The bathroom had been designed to be available to two people at once, although it had been relabeled as single occupancy. There was a cubicle that housed a toilet on the left and a urinal positioned out in the open next to it.
My head was spinning; my stomach did a somersault. No way he’s going to buy this! Well, just play it off as a prank then. What’s the worst that could happen?
I knew he’d probably never noticed what I was about to show him. I’d only paid attention to it myself because I was gay. It was something I’d fantasized about, though it seemed like a relic from a bygone era.
I opened the stall door. I could feel Archer behind me looking down over my shoulder.
“There,” I said, pointing to a large, circular hole in the metal partition between the stall and the urinal.
“That’s just a hole,” Archer said playfully, deciding I had been joking all along.
“Yep, it is.”
I spun around and glared at him with the look of a disapproving teacher. His cheeks began to turn red, like he’d realized he’d made some major error.
“What? I… I don’t understand.”
“Of course it’s just a hole. I have to mount the machine to the other side. It’s one of the removable ones.”
“Ohhhhhh!”
Archer began to nod his head. I could almost see the new information becoming a reality in his mind.
“It’ll be easier to just show you how it works.”
I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. I stepped out of his way and yanked him forward by his large bicep. He stumbled into position so that he was facing the partition.
“Let me get you set up.”
“Thanks, buddy.”
I was in so deep that I couldn’t even sense the magnitude of what I was about to do in that moment. I wrapped my small right hand around his rod. Feeling its heft sent a bolt of lightning shooting down my spine. I guided him forward as I stuck the head into the opening. Once it was lined up, I let go of his dick and pushed him forward so his abs were almost touching the partition.
“Looks about right,” I said, appraising the situation.
“How… how does it work?”
“I’ve never used it myself, but I’ve heard a wet brush wipes away stuff, and then something happens after that to get everything super clean.”
“Okay.”
Archer just stood there like a mannequin. It was surreal that he’d so easily let me pose him in that position he was in.
“A little closer. You gotta be flush with the wall.”
I scooped up one of his ass cheeks and urged him forward. His chest collided with the partition; the wall shook for a moment until it accepted his weight pressing against it.
“Okay, I’m going to go grab the cock washing machine.”
I stepped outside the bathroom for a few moments. Part of me wanted to give Archer time to decide if he really wasn’t up for the experience. At least that’s what I told myself.
I’d closed the stall door when I’d left him inside of it. It was still shut when I re-entered the room.
I marched over to the other side of the newly-christened glory hole. I wondered for a moment what had been removed from being mounted on the partition wall to leave such an opening, but the thought left as I took stock of what was in front of me.
The opening had just been big enough to accommodate Archer’s donkey dick. I could see about an inch of his pubes at the top, but the rest was packed with meat. It seemed like it’d be a perfect fit once he got hard.
“Okay, I’m mounting the machine.”
I tapped against the partition and tried to make some noises like I was actually doing something. I didn’t know exactly what sounds I should be making. Luckily for me, nobody knew what it sounded like when a cock washing machine was being mounted in place.
The wall didn’t go to the floor, so I could see the bottom of Archer’s legs. It’d been part of the reason I’d forced him to get so close to the barrier. I didn’t want to risk that he’d be in a position where he could easily glance at the floor.
“I just turned it on.”
The adrenaline coursed through my veins. Heat started to radiate from my belly. It’s now or never.
“What?” Archer said, sounding mildly panicked. “What do I do now? How will I know when it’s done?”
“Just keep your body completely flat against the wall. Don’t try to pull your dick out until I confirm the cycle is done or you might hurt yourself. It stops when it determines everything is clean.”
“Makes sense,” Archer said, the coolness returning to his voice. “Has it started yet?”
“I’m pretty sure if takes up to a minute to kick into action. I’m going to wait for you outside the restroom door until its done.”
“Doesn’t matter to me if you’re in here, B. I’m just getting cleaned up.”
“Well, I want to review our progress with the orders. I’ll just do that right outside the door until the cycle is finished.”
“Ahh, okay. Always working hard.”
I made sure to make a lot of noise as I walked towards the exit. I opened the door and shut it loudly. I carefully tip-toed back into the place I’d been standing. I lowered myself to my knees. The actual cock washing machine was getting into position.