The Cleaning Staff Member
In the year 2004, during my first year of college, I was in my prime with a sleek, fuzzless chest and appearance more fitting for a teenage boy than a man in his twenties. My academic progress was nearly compromised due to my passionate drive for porn and occasional long hours of immersion in the digital world that housed adult content - a habit that's a bit of an understatement. As my only roommate had dropped out, I enjoyed living alone in my dorm, which added to the silence that blanketed the dull campus.
Christmas vacation provided me a perfect opportunity to explore the vast unfinished tasks that I'd neglected during the fall semester, so I decided against returning home. The serenity during the period was an asset, and in a few days, I successfully managed to complete more than half of my assignments. Hoping to wind down, I thought about the numerous p*rn websites I browsed and the adrenaline-driven video games I used to play.
To refresh myself, I took a leisurely stroll to the gas station. I craved a caffeinated drink and burrito - a combination that never failed to fuel my hunger. After snapping up the beverages and snacks, I headed back to my room, which was just as silent as it was before, apart from the constant hum of the carpet cleaner.
While the "hissing" noise created the dull, quiet environment I needed to finish my work, its presence had a contrasting impact on my propensity to focus. I craved a shower, so I ditched my shirt and pants, wrapping the towel around my waist - choosing not to carry the dull, damp clothes while strolling to the bathroom.
After noticing the janitor busy cleaning the carpets in the lobby away from the dorm rooms, I walked back. I sensed his gaze when I walked through the entryway, with my bare chest exposed and only a towel covering my lower half. The gaze appeared approving and sparked something within me.
Inside the men's bathroom, the stalls were set up in opposing rows with sinks, mirrors, and urinals dividing each row of showers. I opted to get naked even though I had to step over a few stalls until I reached my shower. I was innocent and inexperienced in temptation, but the older janitor's fixation on me provided a stimulus for my dormant but alive erotic side.
As I entered the shower, I let the water warm up while I and took advantage of the openness and privacy the stalls offered by not closing the curtains. Standing there in a sea of vulnerability, I entertained the thought that I may be able to enjoy having my naked body watched. It significantly boosted my ego, as it happened to be a time of limited romantic activity in my life; it was thrilling to attract the attention of someone more experienced through crude attraction.
I breezed through the whole process of showering, feeling my heart rate escalate. The exhibitionist stimulus had put me on the brink of a sexual adventure; making petty tasks more appealing and exciting than they should've been.
It was then that I saw an aged janitor mop the floor, who remained persistently occupied with glaring at me in the most unapologetic manner. Cultural norms dictate that modesty is appreciated, but I hung onto the sensation of being an object of appreciation. It caused my desire to swell faster as I audibly moaned contacting him through the curtains. Receiving his attention had awakened the latent side of me compelling me to delve deeper into this sudden fascination.
He was within touching distance, feigning disinterest, which only motivated my lust further. I pushed the curtain aside slightly, keeping my eyes closed as I hastily stroked my swelling erection. Without a darkened room, it was difficult to maintain secrecy, but my arousal trumped all caution and desire dominated my thoughts.
I glanced far too briefly to assess his reaction and watched a proud, turned-on senior, mopping in his tight pants, revealing his continuous masturbation. I envied his ability to suppress the urge, and without understanding my body or my arousal, I knew one thing - my composition was flawed.
As soon as my climax edged closer, I slowed down and opted for delayed gratification. I had attempted effacing my pleasure earlier but had sneaked a peek with a quarter-open curtain, witnessing the janitor rubbing his hard length through his pants. I eventually decided to add inviting him to be a part of my relief by stroking my erection while offering him the chance to also relieve himself using the open stall closet to my undress, responding to his presence and his presence alone.
Despite his amateur approach, the janitor presented an enticing colleague. The rush and thrill of being noticed and his curiosity stimulated my sexual adventures, even helping me realize what I wanted when I hadn't been aware in hindsight. Rejuvenated, I knew I wanted to do it all again.
I greedily stroked my slender shaft, elated with his latent curiosity. Unfortunately, his attention shifted to the mop, from where the decision to leave mercifully came as the mopping sounds returned. I tricked my mind into believing that he had been riddled with guilt, convincing myself that he preferred not to break away. Instruction would've been fine but his reaction to my advance signified something else. Uncertainty would've been better than this tense silence. A lesson apprehended at the expense of the other's private agenda.
In the end, I returned to my room feeling elated and elicit, having embraced the "exhibitionist" nature of the bathroom. The janitor's fascinated stare acted as a reminder of my latest sexual reawakening. My dormant curiosity evoked a hunger for discovery that would blossom into an unpredictable attraction. Building on such connections became an unforgettable adventure.
All of a sudden, he strutted towards the door. I thought he intended to leave, but he surprisingly pulled out his key ring to lock the deadbolt. He now appeared more self-assured, and I instantly felt uneasy about the situation. Strange as it seemed, he began to remove his t-shirt, which had stains across it, and dropped his shorts. Consequently, both of us were now completely naked. Only a moderately open curtain separated us.
My heart beat even more quickly, becoming much louder. I imagine my eyes must have looked massive as I observed his humongous penis moving up and down as he walked closer. His eyes remained focused on mine; he radiated a man who had lost control.
I lowered myself to my knees, not out of fear, but from an innate desire to submit to this evidently powerful man. I was beginning to feel guilty for having fun at his expense.
Without uttering a word, he slid the shower curtain open. His penis was just inches away from my face. My mind was a jumbled mess. What did he desire from me? I gazed up at him, his eyes filled with passion, desiring to possess my youthful body.
"Like what you see? I like what I see," he stated in a monotonous voice, his cock jumping uncontrollably in front of my eyes.
I was speechless; there were no words I could form, but I did mutter "I'm sorry." He glanced down at my erect penis and realized I was fully prepared.
Meticulously, he took hold of the back of my head and pulled me near his penis. I opened my mouth wide, welcoming it, feeling his manliness and smelling the mustiness as he stood there.
I spent what seemed hours, although was probable just fifteen minutes, sucking his cock with the water from the shower soaking us both. I accepted his guidance, allowing his hand to direct my head backwards and forwards. I absorbed the sensation of his soft belly against my forehead.
He guided my head back and forth with his substantial hand, eventually pulling me away from his cock. His cock was previously flaccid, but he became hard once more and possessed an erection. I didn't foresee how I would be reciprocated, but his clear experience was evident. It was my first time giving a blow job, and it was the best I've ever had to this day. He extended my time close to orgasm for at least ten minutes. Eventually, that prominent sense of release washed over me, and I came. He consumed every drop.
His face grew slightly uncomfortable.
He rose up, his cock was throbbing hard again. He led me to turn around back towards the wall. I could only attempt to obey, my submissive state had engulfed me. I thought he intended to rape me; however, he simply wiggled his penis between my buttocks while hugging my body. His fingers Searching every inch, as he continued to nibble on my ear and neck, whispering phrases of gratitude and my attractiveness.
I became hard again, ready to continue the experiment.
I began to kneel, preparing to give him another blowjob, but he abruptly commanded, "Let's go to your dorm."
Following his instruction, I retrieved my belongings and marched naked across the hallway with him to my room. We were bound to be an amusing sight to see, standing in front of my dorm with our erections.
As I unlocked my room, he stretched out onto the futon, his legs spread wide open. I slowly descended and took his cock in my mouth again but he pulled me away and pushed me on top of him.
We locked lips as he caressed us both until he could perceive that I was about to explode. Ultimately, he directed my head toward his cock.
"Don't cum yet," he cautioned. From my point of view, it was an order. He could sense that. At that point, I fell under his spell.
I knelt and took his cock in my mouth, glancing up at him as I sucked wholeheartedly on his manhood. "Good boy." he approved.
At that instant, I was convinced that I would complete no more homework that weekend.
With his fingers in my hair, he continued to enthusiastically push his tongue into my mouth, simultaneously stroking both our penises.
"You're such a great cock sucker."
I climaxed.
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