Date: Thu, 07 Oct 1999 16:14:45 GMT
From: Paul Haakonsen <[email protected]>
Subject: cleaning job [male/male]

Warning!

The following story contains explicit adult material, which may not be
suitable for all people. If you are a minor, if fictive erotica offends
you, or if such material is illegal in your state/country, you should
not be reading further. You have been warned.

The material found in this story is all fictive, a product of the
the creators mind. All characters, events and places and likewise are
fictive - any resemblance to people, events or places is entirely
coincidental - past, present or future.

Critique and comments to: [email protected]
Copyright 1999 by Paul Haakonsen
All rights reserved
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"Cleaning Job"


The day had almost just begun, and already Jack was heading for
work. He rode his bicycle down the empty streets of the city. His
muscled legs working up and down. The morningair was cold, almost
chilling, but the cycling made him hot in the cold morning air. His
breath could just be noticed, the steam vanishing in the cold air. The
streets were almost totally dead, almost deserted. Only a car could be
heard from time to time. No noise, no busy people buzzing about, no
shouting, no carhorns blasting away. Jack loved the morning. The dawn
of a new day, he felt that he had a head-start on the rest of the
world this early in the day.

As the building came into view, Jack had to yawn but a single time.
After all it was about 4 in the morning. He had gotten this job no more
than six days ago, and he had liked it from the very first. His job
consisted of cleaning the offices and the kitchen. He was working as a
cleaning guy at a local office, dealing with imported goods from all
over the world. Two other worked on his shift. A girl named Lynda and
an older woman named Karen. The threesome had different sections in
which they worked, or sectors as they jokingly called them. Lynda had
the basement and the half of the first floor. Karen had the second part
of the first floor and the second floor. Jack, however, had the third
floor to clean. A lot of stairs to climb he had thought the first day,
but it wasn't as bad as it had initially seen.

Jack noticed a dim light were on in one of the offices on the third
floor. 'That's strange.' he thought, 'Perhaps they forgot to turn it
off.' Onward he rode, closing in on the building. As he stepped off his
bike, he saw Lynda standing at the entrace. She flashed him a smile.
He returned the smile, locked the bike and headed up to her. "Is Karen
not here yet?" he asked. He had no more than just finished the sentence
before they heard a car close by and saw lights from a turning car. The
car stopped in front of the building. "She's here now." Lynda said and
shrugged.

Karen came out of the car and headed to the door. "Morning guys."
she said. Lynda replied, "good morning, Karen." Jack, however, replied
with a grunt-like "good morning". Karen took out her keys and unlocked
the door. The trio stepped inside, heading for the cleaning room. In
here their buckets, mobs, and utilies stood. The trio took each their
tools and headed their separate ways. Lynda for the basement, and Karen
and Jack up into the building. Karen stopping at the second floor and
Jack heading on up to the top floor.

When he reached the third floor, he headed for the end of the floor,
where he always started from, working his way back to the stairs. The
cleaning was the same as always, nothing new. Not even at the desk of
Craig Johnson. Not that he knew Craig, he had only noticed the name on
the desk, because there were always a tremendous mess at his desk. For
some reason, he often failed to pick up lost paper, paperclips, and the
like.

Gradually Jack worked his way down the hall, the offices and the
bathroom. Then he stopped as he saw the light peeking through the
keyhole at the office of Eric Kern. "Hmmm..." he muttered. 'He must
have forgotten to turn off the light. I'll do it when I am through
cleaning inside.' he thought. Then he reached for the doorhandle and
opened the door. As the door swung open, his jaw almost fell to the
ground at what he saw.

Inside the office, infront of a computer sat a guy butt-naked, his
fist clenched firmly around a hard swollen cock. The hand was a blur of
movement. Jack stared at the stroking hand, then up to the screen.
Pictures of naked men fucking and sucking eachother were on the screen.
The guy stopped stroking his cock as he saw Jack in the door. Jack
could see that he was slightly blushing in the dim lights. He said
nothing, just stared at Jack.

Jack swallowed the knot in his throat, then went inside. He could
feel a slight tingle in his jeans. He had thought about playing with
another man in his fantasies for such a long time, it was now or never
he realized that. He decided to act on his cravings. He closed the door
behind himself and said "Don't mind me, I am just the cleaning hand.
Go back to what you were doing and I will clean up after you." Still
the guy just stared. Moments passed with the two guys staring at each
other. Then slowly his hand started stroking the still erect cock. Jack
had to smile.

The thoughts raced through Jack's head, and after a couple of
moments watching this guy stare at the screen and jerking off, Jack
decided to live out his fantasies. He went up to the guy and knelt
down next to him and crawled infront of him. There he sat, between the
legs of a stranger, staring at the cock infront of him as it was being
stroked hard. The stranger looked down at Jack and mumbled "I want to
cum on your face, cleaning boy."

Jack wanted to touch his cock, his balls, feel the soft skin against
his hands. He wanted to kiss the cock, lick the balls, and take the
throbbing cock into his mouth and suck on it. But he dared not. He just
sat there infront of the guy, waiting for him to cum.

It didn't take long before the guy was moaning hard, squirming about
in the chair. Jack knew very well that he would be cumming any moment.
He prepared himself. He opened his mouth and waited.

The guy stroked faster and faster, moaned deeper and deeper. And
then it happened. The cock jerked and a stream of hot cum spurted out
and splattered on the side of Jack's nose, over his upper lip, dripping
down to his chin. Another spurt erupted directly into Jack's mouth,
coating his tongue. It felt strangely thick, and tasted salty. He was
jerking his cock all over the place. Jack was moving his face from side
to side, trying to catch as much of the cum as possible. Streams of cum
were in his hair, clinging to the forehead. The cum kept raining down
on his face, the sticky, glistering streams of cum. Even when the
streams turned to drips he kept stroking himself. Jack felt the drops
splatter all over his face. Much of the cum was running down his face,
dripping down from his cheeks and chin, eventually falling off his face
down on his clothing.

As the guy stopped stroking his drained cock he fell back into the
chair and whispered "thank you, cleaning boy." His eyes were glued to
the sight of Jack's sticky, cum-covered face.

With a feeling of stimulation and joy, Jack left the office and
headed for the bathroom. The cock in his jeans was rock-hard, pressing
hard against the jeans, wanting to break free. He needed to cum too.
He looked in the mirror once he was in the bathroom. The sight of his
face soaked in cum was strange to him, but also appealing ... and
somewhat kinky. He took out his cock and started stroking it hard as he
kept watching his cum-covered face in the mirror.

Needless to say that it didn't take long before Jack was cumming all
over the place. His cock spurted fat globs of hot cum all over his
hand and the floor. He spurted five times, long solid spurts, perhaps
one of the best orgasms he had. The orgasm rolled through him, from his
stomach to the tip of the cock.

Moments later, Jack came to his full senses again. The image in the
mirror still arousing him, a reminder of what had just happened. He
cleaned himself with the papertowels and water. Then he cleaned the
floor, and headed back to the cleaning chore.

When he had finished the entire floor, he headed down to the kitchen
for the usual small talk meeting the trio had. The women unaware of his
face had just been splattered with a strangers cum...