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The Janitor
Bt Ron F. (coming4seed@hotmail.com)

***

A teenage boy is fascinated by the high school 
janitor's reputation. (Mm-teen, ped, 1st-gay-expr, 
reluc, anal)

***

From the start I didn't like my High-School, big and 
not very friendly. Since it was the only High School in 
my small New York town I didn't have a lot of choice. 

The previous year I had discovered masturbation. 
Initially I had hated what puberty was doing to my 
body. It was all so embarrassing. My mother had bought 
me some deodorant and my dad had a talk with me as I 
was constantly grabbing at my crotch. What he didn't 
seem to understand is that my dick was hard all the 
time and I was touching it quite unintentionally. I got 
over all the annoying parts of puberty once I realized 
how much fun jerking off is. 

One of the first things I heard at my new School was to 
stay away from the Janitor and especially from the 
furnace room where his office was. The older kids in 
the school would tell stories about the gay janitor, 
and that if you got too close to him he would rape you. 
It all sounded like bullshit to me, so I mostly ignored 
it. 

The only thing I liked about my new school was 
football. I was good at it and I loved what it was 
doing to my body. I marveled at watching my body change 
from all the working out and football games. 

At home I would stand in front of the mirror in my room 
wearing just my jock-strap. The only hair on my body 
was a small amount above my dick and under my arms. I 
am blond, so the growth looked dark on my pale skin 
just above my cock. 

My dick looked big and out of place on my pre-man body. 
I was almost never completely soft. I walked around 
with a constant semi. Today was no exception as I 
walked around my bedroom looking for my jockstrap. Once 
I found it I pulled it up just to my thighs and stood 
in front of the mirror. My cock hung heavy and full 
between my legs, pointing to the floor. As I looked at 
it I began to get hard. In no time it was painfully 
hard and flat against my belly. I pulled up my 
jockstrap the rest of the way and turned to admire my 
bubble boy butt in the mirror. 

I love the way it looks all held up by the white 
straps. I ran my hands over my smooth bottom while the 
other hand reached in the pouch to stroke my cock. I 
jerked off like this at least once a day. I was 
fascinated by this body that changed so quickly it 
looked and felt like it was somebody else's. I licked 
my finger so I would have the taste of my pre-cum in my 
mouth. Occasionally I would fantasize about girls, but 
mostly it was boys. 

A few quick strokes and my eager cock was spewing 
squirt after squirt of thick white cum into the pouch 
of my jock strap. I almost never washed my jockstrap, 
preferring to play with it discolored and hard with 
dried cum. 

One day at school I was hanging out with a classmate at 
lunch. He was talking to an older boy I didn't know. 
They were talking about the Janitor. It had been a 
while since I had first heard about the janitor that 
liked boys but I hadn't forgot about it. The older boy 
wasn't talking like it was gossip or some ghost story, 
more like he was passing on a good tip to the younger 
students. 

He said if you went down to the furnace room and stood 
between the first and second boilers he would come to 
you and rape you. And he would then give you $25.00 to 
buy your silence. He continued by saying that he left a 
seldom used back entrance door by the math wing open 
when he was interested in receiving visitors. 

My friend told him it was bullshit because that area 
was full of traffic and any one of the janitors could 
be there. The older boy replied that this would only 
happen after school when all the other janitors were 
gone home. Only the senior janitor Joe would be down 
there after school. 

The bell rang and we were off to our classes. I heard 
nothing of what the teacher was saying for the entire 
class. All I could think of was Joe in the basement and 
what went on down there. What had before sounded like a 
school joke suddenly had too much detail to be made up. 
How did that boy know so much? Had he been down there 
to get "raped'? And why was he telling us this? 

Although slightly out of my way I found myself using 
the math corridor to get to my next class. Sure enough, 
there was the door the older boy had talked about. It 
was a kind of back door to the basement. I had only 
seen it propped open once to receive a delivery of 
boxes for the janitors. Beyond that it was never used 
that I had seen. As I walked by I casually tried the 
door. It was locked. 

I cleared the whole thing from my head for the rest of 
the day. As the final bell rang I was on way to my 
usually Wednesday football practice. Again, I was going 
to be passing the door. But this time it was 'after 
school'. I tried it, and once again it was locked. Like 
I knew all along, it was all lies. 

That night in bed I was playing with my balls and 
thinking about Joe. He was not at all sexy or somebody 
I would think was gay. He was not very tall, a little 
over weight with a bear belling and a rough appearance. 
He had an Italian accent and must have been in his late 
40's. What if he did like to touch boys? I ran my hands 
over my body, caressing my private parts imagining it 
was Joe and his thick work-worn fingers. Lifting my 
knees up I rubbed my anus with my finger. 

I put gentle pressure against my hole attempting to 
enter, but with no success. I wondered how a guy would 
fuck a boy. I had heard friends talk about fags butt 
fucking each other, but I just couldn't figure out if 
it was true and how a guy would actually get his cock 
into such a little hole. Rubbing my pink little hole 
with one hand and stroking with the other I quickly 
came, wiped it up with my jockstrap and was fast asleep 
in no time. 

The following day, Thursday, I tried the door twice. 
Locked mid-morning as well as right after school. I was 
more and more certain Joe never unlocked the door and 
had never raped a boy between boilers 1 & 2. 

That evening in bed I thought about Joe touching me 
again. I was sure he would find my young athletic boy 
body very sexy in comparison to his. I was sure if he 
really was gay he would love to have his hands and 
tongue all over my body. I'm sure he would like to suck 
my cock. I wondered how he would know to stop sucking 
before I came. Would I have to tell him. Surly he 
wouldn't want to have to spit it out. Again, I came 
thinking of Joe. 

Friday. At the end of the day I put on my school 
football jacket, slung my book bag over my shoulder and 
headed for the door. At some point, without giving it 
too much thought I decided to take the long way out of 
the school and go past the door. I would check to see 
that it was locked and that would add to my fantasy 
about the janitor when I jerked off as soon as I got 
home and many times over the weekend. 

There were very few students left in the halls. I 
raised my hand to try the knob as I walked passed. It 
turned, and my heart stopped. 

I pull and the heavy steel door swung open. A quick 
glance to be sure the hallway was empty and I stepped 
through the door. It closed behind me and I found 
myself standing on the landing at the top of a long 
flight of stairs with my heart pounding so fast I could 
hear it in my ears. Below was another steel door, this 
one blocked open. I could see light below and hear the 
hum of motors. 

I had no idea what I was doing or why I had walked in. 
I began heading down. Slowly, listening. It wasn't till 
I reach the bottom that I could see the room. It was 
the back of the boiler room. I stepped into the large 
room. It was dimly lit, damp and loud. In front of me 
was a hallway that led to the janitor's offices and 
workshop. On my left were three large boilers and three 
more on my right. There was nobody in sight, but I 
could hear past the boilers, down in the janitor's area 
there were men talking. 

The boilers were numbered 1, 2, 3, on my left and 4, 5, 
6 on my right. I walked about 10 feet forward and 
looked down between boilers 1 & 2. This was where the 
older boy said you should go and wait. I still wasn't 
sure if that was what I was going to do, but some 
unknown force, likely my horny curiosity was leading 
me. 

The space between boilers 1& 2 was about 4 feet wide 
and 10 feet deep. The area was enclosed on three sides, 
boiler one to my lift a concrete wall at the back and 
block wall on my right that was separating the boilers. 
I walked into the space, it was surprisingly clean with 
no light, other then what was coming from the hallway. 
I reached the back wall touched it and turn to look 
out. I stood still for a few minutes, listening to the 
hum of the boilers and motors. I began to realize this 
was just silly and that I should run back up the 
stairs. Just then I heard foot steps approaching. 

I leaned against the back wall hoping to hide in the 
shadows. I wasn't sure who was coming, but I was 
certain of one thing. If whoever it was would just walk 
on past and not notice me I was going to leave as 
quickly as possible. 

The sound of heavy work boots got closer and closer 
until Joe the janitor appeared at the opening between 
boilers 1 & 2. Standing under the hallway light I could 
see him smile with an 'I caught you look on his face'. 
He walked forward, a little more then half way towards 
me. 

"So a new boy has found his way to me," he said with 
pleasure in his voice. 

"No," I said. "I came here by mistake, I took the wrong 
turn." I stammered as I pushed off the back wall and 
moved to walk past him. Joe moved quickly to his right, 
pinning my against the side wall. He was not leaning on 
me hard, just enough to hold me in place. I didn't 
struggle. 

"Let's not play games boy. You came here for one reason 
and one reason only. You didn't accidentally find 
yourself standing against the wall between boilers 1 & 
2. You are waiting for me," he said. 

I couldn't see him. He was facing the back and I was 
still facing out. I could see the light in the hallway, 
just a few feet away. My head was held against the cool 
wall and his warm breath was on my ear and neck. My 
heart was pounding. 

"You have a choice, my new young boy." Joe whispered, I 
almost couldn't hear him over the noise of the furnace 
room. It was like a dream. 

"You can go up the stairs and lock the door then come 
back down here to me, or you can go though the door and 
leave it open for the next boy to replace you. Make no 
mistake," he continued. "If you leave, you can not come 
back. There are no second chances. And if you stay you 
are staying because you want to. I will use you for 
sex. You will do everything I tell you to do. You will 
be here for 20 minutes and can't leave and will follow 
all my instruction. When I am done with you, I will pay 
you $25.00 for your time. And you will be free to 
return as often as you like, as long as the door is 
unlocked." 

After a brief pause, Joe moved an inch or two away from 
me and said, "Choose my young blond boy." 

At that I took a step forward. Joe made no attempt to 
stop me. He stood facing the back wall. On shaking legs 
I walked into the hall, turned right and headed up the 
stairs. I would exit quickly and run all the way home. 
As I arrived at the top I reached for the knob, but I 
didn't turn it. I pushed the button in to lock it. 

I had no idea what the next 20 minutes would be like. 
Joe was acting nothing like I fantasized he would. I 
expected he would beg me to show him my smooth boy butt 
and plead with me to let him suck me. It didn't look 
like it was going to be like that at all. I don't know 
why, but I simply couldn't walk away without finding 
out. 

Back between boilers 1 & 2, Joe was still standing in 
the same spot, half way in, facing the back wall, 
waiting. I walked passed him and leaned against the 
wall. Right where he had found me. 

"I'm glad you're staying boy," he said. "Now drop your 
books and your jacket them come to me," he said, 
extending his arms to offer a hug. I did as instructed 
and walked into his open arms laying my head on his 
chest. 

"Such a young boy you are. I don't often get boys your 
age. You are a brave and eager one," he said as he 
kissed the top of my head. One of his arms hugged me as 
the other rubbed and squeezed my bottom. "Are you a 
cherry boy?" he asked. 

I knew you could take a girl's cherry, but I wasn't 
sure what he meant. Joe pinched my butt hard, muffling 
my yelp in his chest which was covered in his flannel 
shirt. 

"I don't know what you mean," I replied. 

"Has anyone fucked your ass, boy?" 

"N-no," I said quickly and with certainty. 

"Good," he said with the laugh of a dirty old man. 
"Undo your pants and let them drop to the floor," he 
ordered. 

I complied quickly not wanting to be hurt again. My 
jeans fell to my ankles along with my underwear. I 
returned my arms around his waist and continued to hold 
him. My bare cock now pressed against the leg of Joe's 
green cotton work pants.

"You are hard. It's good that you are liking this," Joe 
said. 

Wasting no time his hands went to my bottom. He 
massaged my bare butt. Then he spread my cheeks. I 
could feel the cool air on my exposed hole. One of his 
thick fingers lightly rubbed my little pucker. 

Joe moved me slightly to the side, raising his arm he 
placed my face in his arm pit. When the man smell hit 
me I felt like I could not breathe and pulled back. Joe 
pushing my face into his arm pit harder followed by a 
sharp slap on my bare bottom. 

"You will do exactly as you are told or the next time 
that slap will be on your balls and that horny little 
cock of yours. Is that clear?" He asked. 

I nodded, yes. Next he took my right hand from the 
small of his back and placed it on the front of his 
trousers. 

"Go ahead and feel it boy that is what you came here 
for. Have a good feel of what you are here to please." 

His cock was hanging free in his loose pants. Pointing 
down and semi hard. At least I hoped it was a semi 
because it was very thick. Much thicker then mine, even 
when fully hard. 

"Undo my zipper, reach in and feel it," he ordered. 

He was not wearing any underwear. The first thing I 
felt was a patch of course hair. And just below, the 
root of his thick cock. My hand encircled the base, my 
fingers only just touching as my small hand attempted 
to hold this monster. The skin surprisingly soft, 
smooth and hot to the touch. My hand stoked down his 
length. It was a long reach to feel his cock all the 
way to the tip. The head felt spongy and the size of a 
plumb. I'm not sure if it was the cool air on my half 
naked body or the excitement of touching my first man 
sized cock, but shiver rumbled through my whole body. 

"You can't wait to have that in you, can you boy?" Joe 
said as his finger once again poked at my small bum 
hole. 

He was amazingly long. I would guess 7-inches and not 
even hard. I was scared. 

Joe then pushed my down to my knees in front of him. 
With the light behind him I couldn't see his cock, even 
though his open zipper was only a few inches from my 
face. He reached in and fished out his cock. It flopped 
against my face and was still mostly soft. 

With his fingers he pried open my mouth and his other 
hand guided the head of his cock in. It was all 
happening very fast. A second ago my face was in his 
arm pit, now my bare knees were on the rough concrete 
and my mouth was full of cock. The head was spongy and 
tasted a little musky, but not unpleasant. He placed 
his hands on either side of my head and without warning 
pushed forward. His cock quickly reached the back of my 
mouth and stopped. 

"Swallow, and let it in," he ordered and he moved one 
hand to the back of my head and forced his cock into 
me. I couldn't believe it. My throat opened up and he 
feed his cock in. It just kept on coming, slowly more 
and more of his length slid between my lips, over my 
tongue and down my throat. All the way down. Finally 
his balls were pressed against my chin and his pubic 
hair completely covered my nose. I was fully impaled on 
his cock and couldn't breath. Mercifully he was soft 
enough that it bent and molded to fit down my small 
young throat. He held it there for a few moments then 
pulled all the way out. 

I gagged as the head of his cock popped out of my 
throat and rested on my tongue. 

"You have to breath when I give you the chance," Joe 
said. 

I took in a deep breath, just then he pushed in. Once 
again it stopped at the entrance to my throat. This 
time I swallowed right away, and the entire length 
snaked down my throat. Joe then skull fucked my throat. 
Thrusting in and out only the last two inches. I could 
feel the big head swelling and moving back and forth 
behind my young Adam's apple. 

"You are a natural cock sucker," Joe panted as he held 
my head still and made small thrusting motions with his 
hips. "I love tight virgin throat around my cock." 

My eyes were watering as my stomach gagged and retched 
at the intrusion in my throat. My hands were loose at 
my side. I had no intention of resisting. I was there 
for him to use me sexually and that is what he was 
doing. My cock was harder then it had ever been. I 
didn't dare touch it for fear I would cum. 

Just as I was beginning to feel faint from the lack of 
air, Joe pulled my head off his cock. Between gasp for 
air I pleaded with him. 

"Please, no more," he laughed and forcefully pushed his 
cock into my tender mouth again. 

"Don't worry, I have taught many boys to service my 
meat? You will be fine." He reassured me as suffocated 
and choked my with his teaching tool. 

I wasn't sure how long I could take this repeated 
violation. 

When Joe finally drew his cock back out of my throat 
and all the way out of my mouth it sprang up and 
slapped him in the belly. It was now fully hard! 

"Wow kid, you have a great mouth. It feels so good the 
way your throat muscles massaged my meat. I love when a 
boy gags on my big cock," he said. 

Everything was happening so fast, but I did feel pride 
that I was pleasing him. 

"Stand up, face the wall, bend over and spread your 
cheeks for me," Joe ordered. 

I moved quickly to comply. It wasn't as easy as I 
thought it would be. I was still catching my breath 
from the brutal attack on my throat and my pants were 
around my ankles. Joe knelt down behind me, the light 
from the hall was shining on my ass. 

"That sure is a pink cherry hole you got there boy. Not 
a single hair and as tight as can be. I'm really going 
to enjoy this," he said with excitement. "Make your 
sexy hole wink at me, boy." 

I wasn't sure what he meant. Without warning, Joe's 
hand came up between my spread legs and squarely 
slapped my balls. 

"There, that's how you close your hole. Good boy," Joe 
said, as proud as parent teaching a child. 

My knees buckled under the sharp pain of the slap. 
Joe's hand returned between my legs. This time not to 
slap, but hold both my balls in the palm of his hand. 
Puberty had increased the size of my balls 
substantially, yet Joe still managed to encase both of 
my tender balls in one hand. 

"When I squeeze your balls I want you to squeeze your 
hole closed, and when I release open your hole," Joe 
ordered. 

And so I did. Joes's hand applied firm painful pressure 
to my low hanging balls. Every time I clamped my butt 
hole closed as best I could. The harder he squeezed, 
the tighter I clenched my hole. 

"I'm going to teach this boy-pussy to milk cock like a 
pro," Joe said laughing as he continued the painful 
training. 

There I was with a strange man staring at my asshole, 
torturing my balls in the basement of my high school. 
It was embarrassing and painful. Worst of all, I was 
hard and about to cum. 

Fortunately before my young eager body betrayed me by 
having an orgasm, Joe stopped. I looked between my legs 
at my balls. The smooth sac was bright red from the 
torture and my balls appeared heavy and larger then 
normal. Likely swollen from the abuse and excitement. 
My cock was drooling a steady stream of pre-cum towards 
the floor. 

Joe reached over and stuck a thick finger in my mouth. 
Once it was good and wet he placed it at the entrance 
of my hole. 

"I'm going to loosen you up a bit before I fuck you, 
boy. That way you wont tear up. But it's going to hurt 
a lot when my cock first goes in you. If you need to 
you can yell as much as you like, nobody can hear you. 
In fact I prefer it if you scream." 

With that he slid his finger into my virgin hole all 
the way. The invasion was sudden, and there was a sharp 
pain at first but it dissipated quickly. While he 
fingered my hole he had me suck a finger of his other 
hand. Then he would switch finger so that I could 
"taste my hole." He seemed to enjoy having my suck my 
own boy juice off his finger while he violated my tight 
hole. 

Once he grew tired of that, Joe moved behind me, and 
told me to brace myself by placing the palms of my 
hands on the wall. I heard him spit into his hand and 
was slicking up his cock.. He placed the head against 
my anus. And hesitated for a moment. 

"You should see how hot my big cock looks by your tight 
little pink hole," he said. "I'll try to be gentle and 
I wont tear your ass, but there is no way this wont 
hurt since it's your first time. You just have to 
scream and get through it boy." 

With that his hands spread my cheeks as wide as 
possible and he pushed forward. It felt to me like a 
fist trying to get in there. I relaxed my hole and the 
head pushed in. 

I screamed as loud as I have ever screamed. He stopped 
with just the head in me, but it felt like I had been 
ripped in two. After a few moments the pain began to 
subside. I was sobbing. Joe began to move the head of 
his cock in and out of my hole. Every time he went in 
he would go a little deeper. 

"Oh man you are tight, what a sweet hole this is," Joe 
repeated over and over and he ignored my crying as he 
worked his cock farther and farther into me. A couple 
of times he spit down on the shaft of his thick cock to 
ease the entry. By the time he was all the way in me my 
legs were trembling. If not for being impaled on his 
cock to steady me I would have fallen. 

Joe then placed one hand on my shoulder and the other 
arm he wrapped around my tummy to hold me up. He held 
very still and the pain began to subside. I could feel 
the pressure his cock was putting on my prostrate. This 
was something I had never before experienced. I looked 
down at my legs to see if there was blood running down 
them. There was not, but I did notice that my cock was 
as hard as a rock. Twitching with my heart beat. Even 
while Joe was raping me, my body was loving it. 

Now that my ass was adjusting to having Joe's cock 
buried inside he started to slow fuck me. Most of my 
weight was resting on his arm that encircled my waist. 
Joe held me almost off the ground as he slid me up and 
down on his cock. He moved me back and forth a few 
inches and slowly fucked me. After only a minute or two 
I came. Like never before in my life I had a sudden 
mind blowing orgasm. It started with a low moan that 
became louder as squirt after squirt of my cum flew 
from my cock and landed on Joe's arm. 

Joe laughed quietly, leaning over and said in my ear. 
"I can't believe what a pussy slut boy you are. You 
love my cock. I know you will be back for a lot more of 
this." 

Joe then let loose. He fucked me so hard my balls were 
flapping under me. My anus was stretched tight around 
his thick cock. My balls ached as he pounded away at 
me. I pleaded with him to stop or go easier on me. He 
wasn't listening. He used me like a fuck doll, slamming 
so hard into my hole my teeth were rattling. 

Finally Joe's orgasm came. He held still deep inside 
me, pumping his man cum into me. 

Once his orgasm subsided he pulled out, turned me 
around and had me tongue wash his cock completely. He 
zipped his pants, removed $25.00 from his pocket, 
handed it to me and told me to dress and get out. 

My asshole was swollen and dripping cum, and my balls 
ached as I started to climb the stairs out. He yelled 
from beyond the boilers. "I'll see you soon." And he 
did, many, many times over the next few years. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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