The new Janitor - Sex Stories

The new Janitor

... but at this point, Mason wasn't using his brain right now. He desperately needed this right now.

The two walked to the first floor in relative silence. Mason had to resist the urge of holding onto the stranger like his property. Maybe it was the heat talking, but he wanted everyone to know that he was claiming whoever this new janitor was. Even though he was already married for 5 years now. Mason searched him for a nametag, realizing that he hadn't even gotten the stranger's name yet. And right there in the gold tag was... Jason. His name was Jason. Mason smirked. He liked the sound of that.

Soon enough, the duo ended up at the janitor's closet, which was right next to the restrooms. They weren't easily visible from the work floor, but a man walking out of them gave the two a strange look as Jason led the blonde inside. Trying to smooth the situation over, Mason gave the man a small wave, but that only made him more confused.

The closet was a rather cramped space, filled to the brim with mop heads, brooms, different types of soaps, and other janitorial products. It was difficult to maneuver between the mess, but Mason didn't mind. All it meant was that they would have to be closer together. The blonde salivated at the thought of feeling Jason's toned body pushed up against him, Mason using his weight to shove the smaller male against a shelf or wall.

As soon as the janitor closed the door, Mason was all over him. He knew the smaller man was horny, but he didn't ...

... expect the barrage of kisses and feelsy, wandering hands that were about to come his way. It was like the pent-up office worker wanted to explore every part of him, a short, but welcome, reprieve from his stressful job. Mason quickly unbuckled Jason's belt and unzipped his pants, eager to see what he was packing. And what it was, was a monster.

Jason's cock was already erect from their short bout of foreplay. The blonde estimated that it had to be at least seven inches and the hard white mass throbbed as if confirming his suspicions. Mason placed a tentative hand on his sensitive tip and slowly dragged it down the janitor's shaft. The heat emanating from it was incredible; it warmed Mason's hands instantly. But the real winner was the smell. Oh God, the smell. Jason's musk overpowered the faint mildew that was present before, completely masking the small space with a new scent. He smelled like a man. Mason kneeled down and let the stream of pre he secreted drip onto his tongue, the smaller male's own saliva falling onto the floor. The liquid was salty, but sweet at the same time and he couldn't get enough of it.

The blonde quickly took Jason's thick cock into his mouth, stretching it as wide as possible to be able to reach the bottom of the sweaty janitor's shaft. His gag reflex activated instantly and Mason pulled off of him, coughing up a storm. Jason was much thicker than his husband. He would have to approach this from a different angle. Instead of deepthroating the ...