The new Janitor - Sex Stories

The new Janitor

Mason felt like a zombie. The fluorescent overhead lights numbed his senses, allowing his hands to swiftly move across the keyboard without much thought. He tried to look out the window, but the blinds were drawn. Probably so the few remaining workers wouldn't realize how late it was. The blonde felt lethargic, like his face, arms, and legs were heavy despite the fact he kept busy completing his work. The granola bars and other snacks he packed weren't helping either. Mason's mind was totally removed from what he was doing.

He found himself in the restroom, staring at his own enervated face in the mirror. Dark bags had formed under his eyes, which were especially accentuated against his white skin. After splashing a bit of water on his face, he conjured up his ever-depleting supply of self-respect and decided that it was about time he went home. His work wasn't exactly finished, not that he could remember what he was doing anyway, but depriving himself of a good meal while working absurd hours into the night would only inhibit his workflow, right? So, Mason straightened up the collar of his red dress shirt, quickly fixed his hair, and headed out.

Pulling into the driveway, he noticed that the lights were off. Noah must have been asleep, which was fair considering that it was three in the morning. But, Mason still needed to eat. So, he tried to tiptoe around their house as quietly as possible, silently opening the fridge, the light temporarily blinding him, and swiftly ...

... shoving their leftover takeout into the microwave. However, this somnambulist device had no concerns for Mason's noise qualms and proceeded to blast through the food at decibels which should really be illegal. Not even a second later, a groan emanated from the depths of their room and the blonde feared that he was going to wake his husband up. One hasty decision later and he was eating frigid lo mein by himself in a dark room with a cheap, plastic fork.

Aiming to appreciate that good meal, Mason wolfed it down as quickly as possible and vowed to never do that again. As soon as he threw the carton away, a yawn escaped his lips and he figured that now was as good of a time as any to get some sleep. He went through his nightly routine: brushing his teeth, washing his face, only taking off his pants because he was too tired to fully change into pajamas, and completed it with a graceful flop onto his husband who groaned in response. Mason giggled, planting a greasy kiss on his partner's face.

Now that Mason was on top of him, he simply couldn't resist. He pulled Noah close, craving the mingling of their body heat, and peppered his sleeping husband with kisses. Having the larger man next to him made Mason feel secure. The fleeting fragrances of Noah's cologne made him smell of sandalwood and chestnuts. The blonde raked a coarse tongue up his husband's neck, savoring the intoxicating taste of light musk and sweat from sleeping under the covers on a warm night. Mason's member ...