Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Friday evening and Blake was working late at school. He just had too much to grade before Monday. The place was deserted. The game was at another school at the other end of the county, and everyone else obviously was headed out there.

Blake was concentrating on the grading. It had been an essay test, so he actually had to read them all and try to make sense out of them—which wasn't always easy with high school juniors, most of whom seemed to be majoring in hieroglyphics.

It was a while before he realized he was hearing noises in the building. He thought he was supposed to be the only one in the school at this time. He got up and went into the hall and stood still and listened. Just when he was about to decide he'd heard nothing, he heard it again. It sounded like whistling. A low whistle. He quietly went down to the end of the hall. When there, he looked around the corner and almost swallowed something internal when he saw that there was a man near the end of this other hall. He had a mop and bucket out and was mopping the floor.

Blake took one look and then turned and started back to his classroom. He stopped then, his mind having had time to process what he'd seen. It wasn't just a man. It was a hunk. And he had been shirtless. He was dressed in the brown that custodians wear, but his shirt was tied around his waist rather than on his back. And he was a real hunk. Tanned like Blake wouldn't have thought anyone was tanned.

He turned and went back to the corner and peeked around again. The guy was turned toward him. Great bod and auburn hair with gold streaks in it. Hazel eyes and he was smiling. And he was looking right at Blake.

Good god, Blake thought. The guy in the bar. The guy in the bar is a janitor, a custodian.

"Peekabo," the guy said. And then he laughed. "You left the bar last night before I could come over. Your friends say you're between boyfriends and that you love to fuck. Sorry, I'm not much for foreplay. As soon as I saw you in the bar I wanted to fuck you."

The guy was unzipping himself and out flopped a long snake.

"Your friends said you liked big cock."

Blake turned and fled back to his classroom.

"Your friends also said you liked to play hide and seek and find and fuck games," the hunk called after him. Then he laughed.

Where could he go? What could he do? He was breathing hard. He involuntarily moved his hand down to his basket. He was getting hard. Those fucking friends of Adrian's. He'd obviously said a lot of things about what he liked when he'd been drunk. Most of it was true, of course. But he didn't think they'd parrot it to just anyone who asked them.

Where could he go? What could he do? He looked around the room wildly. His desk. He dropped behind the desk and went into the fetal position. God, the guy was hung. And he was a real hunk. There would have been a time. But Blake was a professional, a high school teacher now. And they were in the high school building, for god's sake. The guy was just a custodian. That wasn't what Blake wanted now. That wasn't . . .

"Hi there. Your friends said you liked playing games of struggling before giving it up too."

He was standing over Blake, still looking like a hunk. His dong still hanging low out of his fly.

Blake moaned.

The guy reached down with both arms and lifted Blake and set him down belly to desktop and toes on the floor. He covered Blake's body close from behind and held him there immobile while Blake worked through hyperventilating. But his friends hadn't lied, he had to admit it. This was all arousing to him. But, dammit, the man was just a custodian.

"We can have a good time here. I know you want it. I feel you hard for it."

It was only then that Blake realized that the man had a hand between his thighs and was holding his cock through the material of his trousers. He then was holding Blake's wrists to the top of the table, on top of the stacks of papers Blake had been grading, and he was kissing him on the neck and nibbling at his ear. Blake could feel the guy's engorging cock between his thighs, pushing at his basket.

"Now this is what I'm going to do. I'm going to unbuckle you and drop your trousers and your briefs and . . ."

Blake moaned.

"And then I've got some lube and I'm going to do a little work to open you up. And then . . . I've got rubbers . . . I'm going to fuck you deep."

"Please," Blake burbled.

"After I've got you open, I'll ask you if you want it or not. Then it will be your choice. But think about it. I heard you like it deep and you haven't had any in a while. I can handle that for you."

By the time the man had opened Blake up and slapped that big cock of his on Blake's buttocks, Blake was ready for it. Adrian's friends hadn't lied. He did like big cocks and he hadn't had it in so long. But he'd also told them he wanted a professional. They all did. They were all tired of giving out to service and construction guys and then having to take care of them.

"You're tense. You're clinching your buttocks. Relax your cheeks. Unclinch that hole. You haven't said no. I'm going to fuck you."

With a moan, Blake responded to the command in the man's voice. He relaxed and let his body go limp.

Blake cried out and his torso came up off the desk as the cock entered him and sank and sank and sank. And then the guy started to pump him, and Blake flopped back down on top of the desk and moaned and groaned.

"You're sweet," the guy said as he stroked. "Do you like special positions? I do. There are positions that I can get in real deep with."

Next thing Blake knew the guy had turned him to his back and was kneeling on the desktop between Blake's legs, pulling Blake's pelvis up to his, his arms under Blake's waist. Blake's weight was all on his shoulders and his arms were just open out wide as he looked up at the guy.

"Ah, yes, can get deep," the guy murmured as he slowly stroked deep.

"Umm, umm," was about all Blake could manage. He'd never been fucked this deep before. He was loving it. He wanted this again and again.

But the guy was only a custodian. Just another service guy to support.

The guy also was as strong as an ox, he lifted Blake's body off the desktop, Blake locked his ankles at the small of the guy's back and his fists behind the guy's neck, and the hunk proved he could support Blake's entire weight while he pulled Blake's channel back and forth on his cock. Having demonstrated this, Blake was lowered back onto the desktop.

Blake's weight was on his shoulders again, but his arms were stretched right down the line of his torso, scrabbling at the desk top. The guy had grabbed his ankles, lifted his legs, and curled him up on his back. Blake's knees were touching his forehead. The man was stretched out on top of Blake, his head between Blake's ankles and his hands on the desktop on either side of Blake's head. His pelvis was plastered to Blake's groin, penetrating him deeply, and he was rocking back and forth.

Blake had come in the second position. The guy finally came in this one.

He left Blake stretched out on top of the papers he was grading and panting heavily. The teacher had the presence of mind to hope that no cum had gotten on any of the papers.

When Blake dragged out of his classroom, he went looking for the custodian, but he was gone. He wasn't anywhere in the building.

All weekend long Blake struggled with himself. That was the fucking of a lifetime. And Adrian's friends had told the guy exactly right. That was how Blake liked to have it. All of it. All of it except for the guy being a custodian. Blake had had too many men of the custodian type.

Still, on Monday morning, Blake was roaming the now-chaotic halls of the school, looking for the custodian. The only one he found was a guy of wiry but thin build and probably in his late fifties.

"No, sir, tain't no custodian here but me. Wish there was. There's nuff work for more than one."

Blake went to the office.

"That's right, just the one custodian on the payroll here. Thirties, you say? No, there isn't anyone even on the substitute custodian list that young."

Blake moped all day. Maybe if he went back to the bar. But maybe the guy didn't want to be found. Maybe he was one of those one-time guys. Blake had had quite enough of that. Blake had never had anyone that forceful and take charge, though. To have guessed that that was what Blake really liked . . . And to be that smart and only a custodian. Maybe Blake could help him get further ahead. If Blake had been able to find him, of course.

Only a custodian. Shit. Just my luck.

Blake was walking out of the school and toward the parking lot.

"Hi, there."

He looked up. It was the hunk, the custodian hunk. And he was in a Corvette.

"I never introduced myself. My name is Jerry. And, oh, yes, your friends told me I probably should mention that I'm a lawyer."

Blake was at a loss for words. Which wasn't just a phrase. He wasn't able to say anything.

"You want more of it? Want to come with me—for me? If so, climb in."

Blake walked around the car, opened the car door, and climbed in. Jerry wasn't wearing any pants. His hard cock almost reached up to the bottom of the window.

"I thought we'd go some place and you could sit on it. Your friends said you liked surprises."

Maybe Adrian's friends weren't so bad after all, Blake thought.