Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2008 16:55:42 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Office Janitor (gay / adult friends, M/M)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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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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