Janitor

Noel grew up in a conservative and religious middle-class white family. Although he did not share his family’s non-interracial sentiments, he could never befriend any of ‘the darker races,’ as his family referred to them, because that was fervently discouraged. Even worse for him was that he knew that he was gay, and this aberration was an even eviler abomination.

To his shame, he had often found some of the Hispanic and black guys that he encountered at school rather handsome but never dared mention this to anyone. In his final year at school, Noel was seriously looking forward to attending college, so he could finally get away from the stuffiness of his upbringing.

College was extremely agreeable to Noel, and the freedom he felt after his former oppression was exhilaratingly liberating. A further positive in his life was that being a secret smoker, he could now enjoy his addiction without fault-finding. Noel wasn’t a heavy smoker but loved the five or six daily cigarettes that he could now freely indulge. Naturally, smoking got prohibited in the hostel. Fortunately, there was a lovely courtyard out the back where this wickedness got tolerated. It was because of this routine that the story I am about to tell transpired.

On an evening at around nine, Noel walked into the quadrangle at the back of his hostel. There was a large storeroom of sorts across from that where sporting equipment got housed. Two large locked doors barred the entrance to this facility. To the left, there was a small pathway with an established shrubbery bordering it.

That evening, before lighting up his cigarette, Noel decided to explore this pathway to see what lay beyond. As he arrived at the end of the path, Noel looked left and observed a window and a door set into the building. Even more surprising to him was that there seemed to be a beam of light emanating from the window. 

As he gingerly made his way to the window, he saw that the curtains in the window had not been fully closed, and he could see what looked like an apartment. This apartment belonged to Alfred, as he would soon learn. Alfred was a janitor at the college, whom Noel had seen on campus. Alfred was a good-looking black guy in his late thirties, and was tall, thickset, and exuded a regal bearing. Alfred was bald and had a short-cropped beard. Even though Noel thought of Alfred as being a little too old for his taste, Noel impressed by his masculine presence.

As Noel peeped through the curtains, Alfred emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist from what presumably was his bathroom. His torso was hairy and well-formed, despite his hefty gut. Alfred’s body seemed to glow like a highly polished dark wood. As he watched, Alfred sat on a large sofa before what was presumably a television, given the play of light reflecting off him. Alfred then leaned back and stretched his body in a relaxed fashion. After a minute or so, he got up and moved toward the television. Although Noel couldn’t see what Alfred was doing, when Alfred returned to his couch, he sat wide-legged after opening his towel.

The vision that now met Noel’s eyes was breathtaking. Alfred’s knob looked like a fat forearm protruding from his body and lying majestically between his bulbous thighs. From the naked pictures that Noel had seen of men, Alfred was entirely in another league when it came to size. From the horny expression that now adorned Alfred’s face, Noel strongly believed that Alfred was watching porn of some sort. Alfred’s eyes were alive with lust as his pink tongue lolled around his full lips.

Very leisurely, Alfred began stroking the upper side of his dick with his fingers. Next, he took the base of his cock in hand and began swaying the front of his knob to and fro. Noel’s mouth was practically watering as he imagined what Alfred’s tool would feel like in his hand.

Noel now slipped his hand into his shorts and commenced stroking his hard cock. After a short while, Noel looked left and right to make sure the coast was clear before pushing the front of his shorts down so that he could tug on his dick. With no illumination of any sort behind him, Noel wasn’t concerned that Alfred would see him.

Alfred lovingly moved his hand up and down his knob as he gently caressed it. Noel observed Alfred’s proud eyes moving between his dick and the television. Next, Alfred closed his finger around the shaft of his cock, as he sensually pulled his ample foreskin downward. Noel was stunned when a dusky pink head emerged from the dark folds that had encased it. The dusky head seemed to gleam with moisture, once fully exposed.

Noel’s tugging now intensified and he had to suppress the horny sounds emanating from his lips.

As if in unison with Noel’s excitement, Alfred also began to tug on his cock with tenacity. Alfred’s body now began to glow with sweat as his head moved back and forth as the intensity level of his actions started to peak. When Alfred finally began to unload, Noel could not believe the amount of spunk that sprayed from Alfred’s knob. Lashings of jizz erupted haphazardly on Alfred’s chest and stomach. Overcome, Noel commenced squirting his rapture all over the wall before him.

Overwhelmed, Noel quickly made his way back to the quadrangle before entering the residence. As he lay in bed, with the earlier images of the evening flooding through his mind, it occurred to him that she hadn’t had his cigarette. Unfazed, he fell asleep soon after.

The following evening, he did not spy on Alfred. A dichotomy had unfolded within his mind about his voyeurism. Much as he had loved it, it was an invasion of privacy.

The night after that, it was as if an inexorable force was egging him on, and Noel felt like a drug addict craving his next fix. Drawn like a moth to a flame, Noel once more found himself at Alfred’s window, thankful that Alfred’s curtains had again not been fully closed.  

Noel watched transfixed as the same scenario played itself out. Once more, he pleasured himself as he observed the magnificent sight before him. Noel would have loved to knock on Alfred’s door and beg him to fuck him but realized that this could have dire consequences. Alfred was undoubtedly straight, but even if Alfred did indulge in man-love, Alfred, like most people, obviously needed his job. Noel felt certain that Alfred wouldn’t allow his horniness to cloud his better judgment.

As Noel watched, unlike the previous session, Alfred rose to his feet when he unloaded. With hands next to one another on his dick, Alfred created a conduit for his humongous tool. Noel then saw Alfred’s massive hips spearing his cock between his stationary hands before spewing his load over the lounge table. The sight of this erotic dance almost made Noel scream as he also timed his ejaculation to coincide with Alfred’s eruption.

Noel’s addiction had now taken complete hold of him, and for the following two weeks, his nightly fix became the highlight of his day.

One evening as he stood savouring his visual feast, he got a shock when someone grabbed him from behind. With the person’s right hand over Noel’s mouth and his left hand snaking into Noel’s underpants, Noel got told to shush.   

“Do you often watch Alfred?” The person then asked.

Noel nodded his head.

“Does black cock turn you on, whitey?” The person hissed before Noel again nodded.

Satisfied that Noel wouldn’t make a noise, his captor lowered his right hand and let it rest on Noel’s shoulder. As the stranger commenced kneading his shoulder, the fingers of the stranger started squeezing Noel’s balls. Noel could also feel a large, hard object brushing against his back.

Noel now began to sigh quietly as bounteous lips enclosed on his right ear. When the stranger’s hand began to tug on Noel’s cock, Noel emitted a loud groan.

Alfred’s door opened seconds later, and with a towel around his hips, he stood looking at them. There was a bewildered look of annoyance on Alfred’s face when he asked, “Jesus, Michael, what the fuck is going on here?”

“Looks like you’ve got a fan. Relax, Alfred. Whitey likes watching you.” Michael mischievously announced.

“Fuck, Michael, we could get into shit for this,” Alfred said, looking about anxiously.

“Who’s he going to tell?” Michael asked. “He’s a voyeur and a stalker. Our whitey loves nigga meat, and it would be rude not to help him out.”

“Well… You’d better get the fuck in here,” Alfred nervously replied.

Still clutching Noel, Michael lifted his body and carried Noel indoors. Alfred closed and locked his front door. “You’d better close your curtains properly as well,” Michael suggested, still groping and fondling Noel.

As Alfred moved to the curtains, Noel glanced at the television screen. The irony of what he saw did not escape Noel, as he watched three guys having interracial sex. On the screen, there was a spit-roasting going on.

“What’s your name, baby?” Michael now asked Noel. 

“Noel,” he replied.

“Well, Noel, are you ready for a double-helping of hot chocolate?” Michael whispered in his ear. 

Noel was a little nervous but also totally overcome with lust. As Michael’s hand once more fondled his balls, Noel nodded his head.

“Alfred, move over to the sofa and sit down. Let’s get this mouth juiced up for a good skull-fucking,” Michael edified.

As Alfred sat down and opened his towel, Michael removed Noel’s clothing in an instant. After placing his hands under Noel’s arms, he lifted Noel and transported him toward Alfred. Alfred was ready for Noel as Michael pushed Noel’s head down toward Alfred’s eager cock. The vision that Noel had dreamed about was finally coming to pass, as his mouth finally got to taste the imaginary dark meat.  

Michael now stepped backward and began to undress as Alfred commandeered Noel’s head solidly. As Noel now began to lick the black treasure he had been coveting, Alfred gently swayed his hips as Noel’s face got well smeared. Accompanying this action, an erotic cacophony of racial slurs erupted from both Alfred and Michael.

Alfred and Michael began intoning a litany of comments like, “Yeah, white bitch, eat your fuckin’ daddy’s nigga meat.”  Noel felt like he was in rap heaven as his mouth got stretched over the intimidating phallus.

As Noel took a breath of air from his ‘torment,’ Noel’s gaze shifted to Michael, who was now naked. Michael was a good-looking man. He was tall and lithe, and his dick protruded from his body like a dark, upturned horn. Although his cock wasn’t as thick as Alfred’s, it was incredibly long.

When Michael moved toward Noel, Alfred’s hands pulled Noel’s torso upward before clamping Noel in a vice-like grip. With his head resting on Alfred’s chest, Noel heard spitting sounds behind him.

“Relax, baby, your double helping of chocolate is about to be served,” Michael said, as Noel felt his butt-hole getting prodded.

Once Michael had properly lodged his dick-head, he gripped hold of Noel’s hips and began to feed Noel’s backside it’s dark offering. As he slowly commenced sliding his knob into Noel, Noel began to feel a fullness that he would get addicted to from then on. The stimulation far outweighed the discomfort of Michael’s intrusion. When Michael had entered him entirely, all three of their bodies held still for a short while as a precursor to the action that would follow.    

When Michael’s hips finally began to stir, Alfred’s released his clamp on Noel. Next, Alfred cupped Noel’s head in his hands and pulled Noel’s face towards his luxurious lips. As their kissing got underway, Michael’s thrusting became more animated. As Alfred’s tongue whirled around in Noel’s mouth, Noel sighed and whimpered into Alfred’s mouth.

As the stimulation from Michael’s thrusting began to increase dramatically, this, coupled with Alfred’s kissing and Noel’s dick rubbing on Alfred’s generous gut, soon began to take Noel toward the edge. Noel felt like a vanilla filling between two slabs of the most delicious chocolate cake in the world. With Alfred’s tongue and Michael’s cock appropriating him, Noel began to squeal as his cock exploded with four black clamps manipulating his body.   

Michael was not far overdue and also unloaded as Noel’s body became limp.

“I’ve supplied you with great lube, Alfred,” Michael proudly announced when he withdrew from Noel’s portal.

As Michael began to dress, he looked at Noel slumped against Alfred. “Why don’t we do this the same time next week?” he rhetorically asked before he departed.

Once Michael had left, Alfred caressed Noel’s back as he continued to rest on Alfred. As he stroked Noel, he asked, “Did you enjoy that, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” Noel whispered.

For the next few minutes, there was a well-earned stillness before Alfred finally told Noel to place his arms around his shoulders. Alfred then arose and carried Noel through to the bedroom.

After placing Noel on the bed, Alfred pushed Noel’s legs apart and mounted his body. For the next while, Alfred gently rubbed his dick against Noel’s crotch as he kissed him. Then, lifting his body slightly, he began to slide his knob into Noel’s arse after lifting his legs in the air. As Alfred’s sweaty frame commenced a rigorous grinding action, Noel was overwhelmed by the masculine hum emanating from Alfred’s body. 

It soon became apparent that Alfred was a long-distance runner, and the more he gored into Noel, the sweatier he became. Noel was delighted by the dampness on Alfred’s bald head and the hairy swamp surrounding his mouth. Noel’s hands worked overtime as he caressed Alfred’s dark dome, with their bodies locked in a passionate embrace.

The lubrication that Michael had supplied was also proving to be heaven-sent, as Alfred’s knob modulated its thrusting constantly. Whenever he sensed that Noel was becoming too excited, Alfred would back off, prolonging the final destination for as long as possible.

At one point, he held still inside Noel, and after lifting his head, Alfred asked, “What did you enjoy the most while watching me?” 

“Watching you cum,” Noel said. “I’ve never seen so much spunk in my life.”

“Do you like cum?” Alfred asked.

“Yes… I want to taste your cream,” Noel said in a pleading tone.

“No problem,” Alfred said, before once more kissing him.

As he did so, his hips began to move with more urgency than before. Shortly, he was actively pounding Noel’s arse. As Alfred felt himself approaching the point of no return, he lifted off Noel and scooted up his body. Noel’s mouth eagerly awaited the seed that he had admired so much during his voyeuristic sessions. The prolonged eruption was as impressive as he had always witnessed, and the taste more delectable than he had ever imagined. After Alfred had entirely drained his nuts, Noel looked up at Alfred’s clammy body, cherishing the liquid in his mouth. After Noel had consumed every precious drop, he smiled at Alfred as he licked his lips.

After this session, Noel saw a great deal of Alfred. Noel also enjoyed his weekly episodes with Michael.

Authors note:

I do not condone the use of the word nigga. In the context of this story, however, I believe it gave the dialogue in which it was used, authenticity. If I have offended anyone, I humbly apologize.