College dorm janitor: The making of a whore

COLLEGE DORM JANITOR

Or the Making of a Whore

By Mighty Mouth

[Dear reader, while my stories are fiction, they are based in part on true life experiences.]

            Hello. My name is Matt. My full name is Matt Hunger. I am the janitor for a male dorm at a local college. I am 25 years old, about 5 feet, 11 inches tall, and slim body. I’m not skinny, just not very muscular. My mom says I’m good looking, but what do moms know? It’s odd that I am working in a college, since I am a high school dropout. That’s because my dad died 10 years ago, and left my mom with very little money. So I had to drop out of school and get a job to help with expenses.

            I bounced around from one job to another, but because I don’t have good education, I have to take whatever I can get. One job was a filling station attendant, but I had to be outdoors during the winter months, and I hate cold weather. One of my regular customers was the director of maintenance at state college, and he told me about a job open for a janitor there. I went for an interview with him and got hired. I wouldn’t need to wear a uniform, so I could dress just like any other college student.

            I was responsible for cleaning only five dorm rooms and the communal bathroom. Each room had two beds, so I had ten sloppy college students to pick up after. I have a master key, but  always knocked on a door before going in. The third day on the job, doing my rounds, I knocked on a door, but no one answered. So I went in. There were two guys there. One was bent over a desk, and the other one was fucking him! I was shocked and surprised, but at the same time a bit turned on. They were even more startled than I. I apologized and quickly left the room, saying I would return later. I’m sure that after I left the action continued.

            I thought about what I saw the rest of the day. When I went home. I jerked off thinking about it. I don’t wank much, and besides I like women, so why was I so excited by what I saw.? I like watching sex videos on my computer, but just normal stuff.

            On my fifth day, I knocked on a door, and a voice said, “Come in.” There was a guy about 23, with only his boxer shorts on. That didn’t bother me. He looked like a typical college student.

As I began cleaning the room, he struck up a conversation.

            He asked me my name, then surprised me by asking, “Do you have a girl friend? By the way, my name is Steve”

            “No, I don’t. I can’t afford to spend much money, and girls like attention and stuff.”

              “So what do you do for sex?”

            “Well I use my hand and that’s about it,” I confessed. I thought his question was pretty nosy.

            He continued, “Do you like to get blow jobs?”

            “Yeah, I guess so, but I don’t know any girls who do that kind of thing.”

            “So what about a guy sucking you off? Do you like that?”

            “Hey, I’ve never had a blow job from a man. That’s not my style.”

            He persisted, “I’ll bet you would like it. Men suck dick better than women. Can you keep a secret if I tell you something about me?”

            I had no idea what he was referring to, but I answered, “Sure I can.”

            Then came a shocker. “Well, I’d like to suck your cock. I can’t do it with any of my dorm buddies. You’re good looking, and I’ll bet you have a big dick.”

            I was lost for words. I stammered, “Yes, I have a long, slender dick.” I don’t know why I even answered his question.

            “Can I see it?” he pleaded.

            I didn’t know what to do, I was frightened. “Should I run out of the room?” I thought. At the same time, to my surprise, I was flattered by the attention. I didn’t flee. I answered him, “Well, you can look, but that’s as far as it goes.” I unzipped, and took out my prick. To my amazement, it was half-hard.

            “Wow! That’s a beauty,” he exclaimed. With that, he jumped up off his bed and came over to me and fell to his knees.

            “Whoa, you can just look,” I cautioned.

            “Hey, I’m just looking at it up close,” he answered.

            I felt awkward, but at the same time, my dick hardened even more. I was  almost at a full erection. His mouth was just an inch or so from my prick, and then suddenly he put it in his mouth and swallowed it. I couldn’t believe the sensation.

            “Do you like it?” he asked. “If not, I’ll stop.”

            “No, it’s OK. You can continue.” I was in heaven. I never dreamed that getting my dick sucked could be so wonderful. I jokingly said, “You must have a hole in the back of your head, I don’t where it all goes to.”

            “It goes to where it should, down my throat,” he muttered.

            “Why do you like to suck dick? ”

            “Because it’s something I get a lot of pleasure doing. And besides, I’m satisfying someone else at the same time.” 

            He was so good, and I hadn’t come for two days, so I shot my load fast. To my amazement, he swallowed it all.

            He thanked me, and said, “Anytime you want, my mouth is ready. My dorm mate has an early morning class, but I’m always here from 9 to 10.”

            “Well, I’ll think about it,” I replied. Of course I thought about nothing else throughout the day except what had happened to me. That night, while drifting off to sleep, I wondered why he would enjoy sucking dick so much. “Could I be missing out on a good thing?” my devil asked. “No, I’m not into that,” my good angel replied.   

            I did nothing on the weekend, as always. When I got on my computer on Sunday, I decided to visit a gay porno site. I don’t even know why. I jerked off to a video of a old man without teeth sucking a young straight guy.   By Tuesday of the next week, my desire for sex got the better of me and I knocked on Steve’s door. He welcomed me, as usual almost nude, and said, “Why don’t you take off your clothes too. It’ll be more fun that way.”  I liked the idea, and sat naked in a chair while he went down on me.

            In the middle of the blow job, he remarked, “I like to get sucked off too, but don’t have   anybody to do it to me. Too bad you don’t suck dick. We could make music together. If you would be willing, I could teach you how it’s done.”

            He took off his briefs, and I saw that he had a big dick. In spite of myself, I was intrigued.

I thought, “What the hell, if he likes to suck so much, maybe I might like it too.”

            “Put your hand on my dick,” Steve requested

            I did, and to my surprise, I enjoyed having my hand on a different cock

            “Now, put it in your mouth.” Steve said. “In the beginning it won’t be easy. You will gag. But you will learn how to control your gag reflex.”

            Once more I did as instructed, and it didn’t seem all that bad. Here I was taking lessons in college, something I never anticipated. Of course I couldn’t make him come, so he jerked off and came when I did. The rest of the day I was consumed with the thought of my experience.

            That night I continued to check out gay videos. I came across a sight that specialized in, as I soon learned, glory holes. I had never seen one, and watched guys getting sucked off through them. “That’s a great idea,” I thought. “You don’t know who is on the other side, and I learned that if someone leaned back far enough from the hole, their face couldn’t be seen either. I didn’t know there was an adult bookstore in my town, but I found out later.

            I decided that it would be fun to have my own, but where? The obvious place was in the dorm’s communal bathroom. The bathroom had six showers, four sinks, and three toilet booths.  Maybe I could practice on some of the other guys in the dorm, and we wouldn’t know who each other was. But how could I accomplish it? The partitions between the stalls were metal, and I didn’t own a drill. I asked the maintenance supervisor if I could borrow an electric drill with an extension cord, to do some work at home. He said OK. Step number one accomplished. My plan was to drill two holes, one on either side of the middle stall. I also borrowed a file, to smooth out any bits of jagged metal around the holes’ edges.

             But when could I drill? I decided that the best time would be shortly after 10 a.m., when the dorm was empty. I made a sign and hung on the bathroom door, “closed for maintenance. Open at 11 a.m.” I imagined that I could get it done within that time frame. I created my masterpiece, cleaned up the stalls, and reopened. I took a magic marker and wrote on the wall above the holes in the two end stalls, “get a blow job here any day between 9 and 10 a.m.” I had no idea what might happen. I knew that maintenance rarely came there, but I was worried about some angry student complaining about the holes and writing in the stalls..

             I slept fitfully that night, overcome with anticipation. The next morning, promptly at 9, I went into the middle stall. For a while, no one came in, and then someone opened one of the other stall doors. To my surprise, it was Steve. As soon as he pulled down his shorts, I said through the hole, “Hey Steve, how’s it goin’?”

            He looked through the hole, saw me and remarked. “Where did this thing come from?

            “I have no idea,” I lied. “But let’s use it.” With that I stuck my dick through and he started sucking immediately. After a minute or so, I pulled my cock out and said, “Now put yours through.” He did, and I went to work, having studying sucking techniques on the internet.

            “That’s pretty good,” he congratulated me. I was thrilled that I was learning, and pleased with my new glory hole. I kept sucking, because I knew that if I came before he did, I wouldn’t be able to suck him afterward. Lo and behold, I got him to come, but couldn’t swallow his load. Then he returned the favor. He left, and I waited there until 10 o’clock, but no one else came in. I decided to change the time I was available. I replaced the notice with “between 8:30 and 9:30 a.m. I knew that there would be more guys around.

            The next day I went on duty at the new hour, and one of the dorm residents came in and took a shower. Then he entered one of stalls naked. I watched to see what would happen. He just took a crap and left. I recognized him. I think he was a football player, with all of those muscles. Most likely he read the message on the wall, but didn’t react. But the next day he returned at the same time and went directly into a stall. I guess he thought about what he had read and wanted to try it out. I peeked into his stall, and sure enough, he was stroking. I put my mouth to the hole, wiggled my tongue, then sat back to see what would happen. Naturally, he tried to see who was on the other side, but couldn’t. 

            I repeated my tongue invitation. Then a large dick came through the hole. I instantly fell to my knees to eat his frankfurter with relish. My technique was improving, and he soon shot his load. This time I was able to swallow most of his dick without gaging. When he left, I asked   myself, “Why am I doing this, I’m straight?” I couldn’t understand it. I just knew I liked it. That evening during dinner, my mom remarked that I seemed to be happier lately. I explained that everything at work was going well (ha, ha).

            No one came in the next day. But two days later, I was on duty in my stall, and a guy I didn’t recognize came into the first stall and took a piss. He was real good looking. My dormitory building has four floors, with two wings per floor. I work on the third floor. There is only one locked front door to the building, so I knew that this stud must be from a different floor in the same building. But why was he here? I soon found out. He must have seen the hole, and an eye watching him. After pissing, he began to jerk his meat, looking at the hole. My tongue got hard and my throat muscles started to itch. I wagged my tongue at the hole and withdrew. Sure enough a hard, average-size dick came through.

            I was once again thrilled, and managed his meat skillfully. He soon shot his load, then zipped up, saying,” See you around.” He might see me around, but wouldn’t know that I was the cocksucker. He didn’t see my face. I decided that word must be getting around that there was a cocksucker in the bathroom on the third floor. Nothing better than word-of-mouth advertising.

            That night I checked out a gay site, and discovered that my town has an adult bookstore with glory holes. I was thrilled, and determined to check it out. I jumped into my car and went to the place, at the edge of town. It was a week night, but the place was crowded. I already knew the setup from the description I read, so I purchased some coins and found my way to a row of movie booths.

            I found an empty one, went in, and sure enough there was a glory hole, with an eye watching me. I dropped my pants, sat down and started jerking. Immediately a beckoning finger came through the hole. I didn’t waste a second in putting my dick through. This guy was incredible. His mouth felt like velvet. I decided that he probably had no teeth. I shot so fast I couldn’t believe it.  I decided that I’d had enough for my first visit, and left the booth. There was  a young kid waiting to get in. I said to myself, “Boy, you’re gonna love that mouth.” I knew I’d soon return and do some sucking too.

            That experience put an idea into my head. If getting sucked off is so wonderful without teeth, I could have mine pulled out. My teeth were in terrible shape anyway. I had already lost several, mainly because I never brushed my teeth. I didn’t want to ask for time off during the week. I found a dentist that was open on Saturdays, and made an appointment. I told him that I wanted to have full dentures because of my deteriorating situation.

             He thought that it was a good idea. I had no intention of getting dentures at the moment, because I couldn’t afford them. He thought it best to pull the uppers first, then wait until my gums healed before pulling the lowers.  I was worried whether I might not be able to perform my glory hole duties for a few days. But he gave me a fast-healing prescription.

            Unfortunately I couldn’t perform on Monday. I was worried that I might lose a customer, so on Monday, I spent my usual hour in the bathroom pretending to clean it. I put a sign on each toilet booth saying, “toilets under repair. Please use toilet on another floor. That way I could see if anyone came in who seemed interested. No one came in.

            By Tuesday my upper gums were healed enough that I decided to open for business. About 15 minutes into my “watch,” I heard two guys come in. One said, “There’s someone in the middle stall, let’s take the other two.”

            The other replied, “Gotcha.” I peered through each hole, and liked what I saw. Both were handsome, muscular, and had beautiful dicks. They must have gotten the word. I couldn’t decide which to invite first, but the one in the 3rd stall got a hard-on first, so I decided to start with him. I gave my tongue signal, and a delicious morsel was pushed into my mouth. He began to moan with pleasure.

            Then he yelled, “Jack, this guy is fantastic. He’s swallowing my entire cock.” I backed away, and saw an eye at the other hole. I went back to work on number one, but decided to give the other guy a piece of the action. I maneuvered so that neither could see my face, they started on Jack, number two. “You’re right, Joe. Wow!” I went back to number one, and finished him off quickly. My new gum job technique was having its effect. I glanced back to number two, and he hadn’t removed his dick from the hole. He was waiting his turn, and I quickly complied. 

               After I did my thing, or should I say, did their things, they rushed out. I decided that I’d had it for the day, and went back to my cleaning duties.

Conclusion

I got my upper teeth removed, so I could give a total gum job. I began frequenting the adult book store almost every night, and swallowed a lot of protein. I became the hit of the arcade. At the same time I kept up my toilet routine, and soon had a steady string of customers.  I began to consider that I might be gay.