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Office Janitor
By
Wolf
Like most manufacturing firm that are union shops when they firm down sizes for economic reasons personal in deleted positions are given the opportunity to "bump" down to a lower classification to replace personal with less seniority. The lowest position in the firm is being a member of the Plant cleaning crew. The company was going through a period of downsizing because of economic hard times. Everyone was nervous about their job.
Jim felt relatively comfortable because he was the senior member of the sales staff and had a good reputation. When work was slow or he worked late he sometimes retired to the bathroom to look at pornography while he masturbated. He normally kept his stash locked up in one of his file cabinets.
One day he had a magazine with a story about Bill Gates. The article accused him of being a bully in Silicon Valley before he made the move to Seattle, WA. The story included a picture of a body builder with Bill's head superimposed on it. He must have forgotten to lock it up one evening because when I got to work the next day he found the magazine in his desk drawer open to the picture. Someone has outlined the cock on the picture with some sort of stylist like the end of a paperclip. There was no ink or pencil on it. There was just the indentation around the cock. Jim scribbled on a Post-it "I got the message" and stuck it on the picture.
A couple of days later he received a phone call at home. It was the janitor. He told Jim, "I would like to visit you at home to see if you are as well endowed as the picture."
It took Jim a short moment to recognize the voice and figure out that the janitor had access to the personal roster that listed phone numbers o employees if they needed to call them in for any reason. The foreman had the roster posted behind his desk.
He had worked late enough to recognize the janitor by sight and had talked to him casually sometimes when he had worked late. Jim told the guy that he would take a day of personal leave so he could visit.
The next day Jim got up at his normal time and was busy shaving when he remembered that he was staying home. He finished shaving and splashed his best cologne on his face and on his nipples. He decided there was no need to get dressed so he put on his sexiest black silk Japanese kimono. It had brightly colored flowers all over it. The color had been made with multiple folds so that the color stayed up without going limp. He simply tied a sash cord around the waist for modesty.
He had read the morning paper before the doorbell rang. When he opened the door he studied the man standing there. He had talked to him at work on those occasions he had worked late but had never really studied him.
Manual was still in his working uniform. He was neat though. The shirt was tucked in smartly. The shoes were clean. He smelled of cleaning products.
Manual said, "I would like to find out if you are as well endowed as the guy in the picture."
Jim told him, "Your welcome to find out. Come on it."
Jim led him to the sofa where he sat down next to the janitor. He deliberately folded the near leg under himself so that he was sitting on one leg. He did that for two reasons. The first being that sitting like that placed his head higher that his guest placing him in the power position and the second reason was that sitting like that caused the kimono to flop open exposing his freckled thigh.
Jim asked, "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself Manual?"
Manual said, "I came to this country illegally. I came from a large family and there were too many mouths to feed. At thirteen I crossed the border. The way I paid the coyote was to give him the equivalent of my first year's wages. It took three years to pay him off. I also was required to suck his cock anytime he wanted. I found I like sucking cock."
Jim placed his arm around Manual's shoulders and drew him close and kissed him on the mouth. He fumbled with the uniform buttons to remove the shirt. They both fumbled with the zipper to the pants. Jim was thrilled to find that Manual did not have any underwear on. He did love the sight of the brown cock. It was un-cut (he had been born at home) the pubic hair was coarse and straight.
Manual only had to pull the sash cord to have Jim's kimono open. He loved the sight of the redhead's freckled body.
Jim never forgave his parents for having his foreskin cut off at birth. He loved the sight of a cock with skin dangling beyond the knob. He also had a thing for dark skinned men. He skinned back Manual's foreskin and jacked him off a few times.
Manual was just as impressed with the Irish- American. He marveled at how white the skin was where he was not freckled. The cock was impressive too. The scar where the foreskin had been cut off was darker that the white meat. The knob was large with a purple toll around the cap. The pubic hair was reddish pink and very fine. He slide to the floor before Jim and inspected the cock. It had a male smell but there was also the smell of cologne. He sure had learned how to suck cock over the years. When Jim filled Manual's mouth with a clear warm cum he felt like he could sleep all day. They longed around all day. Whenever Jim got a hard-on Manual would suck his cock.
When Jim felt up Manual he could smell the cleaning products but he could also smell the sweaty body odor too. He loved that too. Jim had to taste his cock too. When he had the cock in his mouth he could taste corn tortillas sweating through his skin. When he came, the cum was a thick white liquid. When the sun went down Manual washed up and put his uniform back on and went to work.
After that would come by on weekends to give Jim a blowjob and when Jim worked late they would lock the office door and Jim would fuck his mouth. Manual never lost his enthusiasm for sucking cock. It was too bad that eventually he lost his job to a janitor with more time.
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