well toward pleasuring my own sandwiched prick. Pretty soon, I shot my load, smearing out between my stomach and the top of the washer.

This must have turned Ricky on even more, because he began firing his cock in and out of me with an intensity I had never even thought possible. I felt like he was rearranging my innards as his beefy pole plunged me open, with thrust… after thrust… after thrust.

In a moment he was wincing and panting. He whipped his massive wang from my ass with a thunderous pop, and fired his load all over the back of my shirt and my ass cheeks.

Wiping sweat from his brow and regaining his breath, Ricky thanked me for a great fuck, then tucked his cock back in his pants and headed out back to work.

I just stood there, wearing his cum, and laying on top of my own on the still whirring machine, absorbing the experience and trying to give my stretched rectum a moment to recover.

When I felt well enough to get myself cleaned up and redressed, I headed back outside and brushed off the welcome mat.