The office where I worked was always kept immaculately clean and everything in working order due to the day custodian, Jin, who worked tirelessly to make sure our building was something to be proud of. When he had to take a long term leave due to back issues, everyone was devastated because we all knew that it would be difficult to replace him.
After going through a couple of replacements, we finally found someone who we thought would do a sufficient job. His name was Angel. While we were uneasy by multiple tattoos on his face and neck when he showed up for the interview, he immediately impressed us by his professional demeanor and pleasant personality. For me it didn't hurt that he was a solid, large man. During his interview he seemed confident in his abilities and eager to start working. He did reveal to us that he did do prison time for dealing drugs, but that he got out early and had no incidences since then. He got positive reviews from previous employers, and also was truthful about his time in prison, so we hired him.
The first few weeks Angel was mysteriously quiet, but consistently showed up on time, did his job and left without saying anything, which was a far cry from the talkative Jin, who always engaged in conversation and loudly announced when he was going home. Although not unfriendly, he always returned my morning greetings with a head nod or a mumbled, "good morning." Admittedly I was very attracted to him as he was just my type of man, heavyset but not overly muscular, solid, very masculine and in his 30s. While my "gaydar" didn't often register correctly, there was no indication from my end that he would be interested in me.
Whether it was wishful thinking, or reality, I thought that, on occasion, he returned my gaze longer than normal, an indication of possible interest. I dismissed it as being hopeful, but not realistic.
After some awkward, less than patient exchanges from Angel which he responded bluntly with obvious irritation, I ran across him in the break room where I took advantage of the opportunity to ask him if there was anything wrong, and if I could help. He opened up quickly, saying how his girlfriend was causing him grief and was afraid she was about to leave him and he was living with her. But no apology about his behavior, just explanations about why he was so preoccupied.
Eventually the conversation led to me telling him that I preferred the company of men and that I didn't have the problems he had. At first he appeared disinterested, then looked at me with some concern while shrugging his shoulders. "Do what you got to do man, ain't none of my business." Then he got up to leave, "later, thanks for the talk," he said as he exited the small room. I wasn't sure if he no longer felt comfortable in my presence, or was talked out. Either way, it appeared as if he just needed someone to talk to.
That following Friday our night custodian, Roger, called off, forcing Angel to have to work a double shift. I had to stay late to get some work done before the weekend. I went to use the bathroom near where my office was and noticed that it was locked. Having heard my attempt to open it, Angel yelled down the hallway. "Use the other bathroom, I just finished cleaning that one." My footsteps echoed as I walked down the long, empty hallway, something unusual because of the normal busy environment. The door closed behind me as I stepped up to the urinal. As soon as I started pissing I heard the door open, then Angel stand at a couple of urinals away, positioning himself so that I could easily see his long, fat uncut cock as it flopped out of his jeans. At first I dismissed it as being nothing unusual but when he didn't start pissing, my "gaydar" was starting to register.
Not wanting to misread the situation and fuck up our working relationship, I made small talk. "Things getting any better with your girlfriend?" I asked.
"No man," he said, now slowly stroking his cock. Feelings of being wonderstruck and anxious were suddenly overwhelming me as Angel was obviously displaying sexual interest. The unpreparedness of the situation added to the eroticism and I found myself becoming both excited and nervous as to who was going to make the next move. While I was turned on by Angel's boldness, I was still concerned about his motives. "But that's not what I'm thinking about right now," he said, turning around and putting his growing uncut cock on full display in front of me. Now the ball was in my court and I had to make my move. I reached out and took ahold of his cock, waiting for his reaction.
"You have a really nice dick," I commented. It felt warm and heavy in my hand, the foreskin protruding well past the head despite it growing. It was at least 8 inches long, but the girth was most impressive.
"When you told me you were a faggot I knew you'd like it," he said. While the word faggot often offended me, when it is used in a sexual situation it actually has the opposite effect. "Get on that shit man," he directed. "And if you're better than my girl you might be my regular."
Knowing the cues, I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth, slowly sucking it in until it hit the back of my throat. "Fuck yeah, that's a good start, said Angel, hands on his hips. I slowly worked him in an out of my mouth, prompting groans from Angel, then feeling his fat hands on my head, guiding me to the pace which he wanted which was faster. As his tapered cock grew in my mouth it started to go past my throat, which I took without issue. By this time in my life I had learned how to effectively deep throat, much to the admiration of Angel.
"Fuck man! Damn that feels so good. Look at me when you suck my dick, you fucking blanquito," he said, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me to look at him. I did as told, sensing that he was insisting on being in control. While at the time I did not know what "blanquito" meant, I discovered it later which explained his aggression towards me. Despite his belly, I was able to maintain eye contact with Angle, his eyes fixed on mine as I continued to suck his now fully hard cock.
"Fuck, your mouth feels just like a pussy," said Angel, working himself in and out of me at a much slower pace, then taking it out and slapping me with it, allowing me to lick and suck his big nut sac which he had pulled out of his pants. His moans and groans began to escalate as I went back and forth between his cock and balls.
"Get ready for it daddy," said Angel as his cock began to throb and pulsate. "Fuck!!!" he shouted. He pulled out of my mouth and squirted streams of warm sperm onto my face before sticking it back into my mouth for me to finish him off. His cock head retreated back into his foreskin so I had to stick my tongue inside it to get the rest of his juices.
"You enjoy that Puerto Rican dick?'" asked Angel, pulling out of my mouth, smearing his cum on my face before stuffing his cock back into his pants, then zipping up.
"I did, a lot," I said sheepishly, aware that his cum covered much of my face. I headed towards the sink to wash but was stopped by Angel.
"Keep that shit on man, no one is around to see you. It's a reminder of who's boss around here now," he said. As he left I immediately wondered if I had just made a huge mistake, or was this the start of something really wonderful? While the "boss" remark was concerning, I took it to mean sexually and he was into role playing and dom/sub situations.
As I gathered my things to leave for the evenings I could not stop thinking about what just happened. Not wanting to make things more awkward as I passed by Angel, I was sure to acknowledge it. "That was hot Angel," I said.
He motioned his head to come closer which I did. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked straight into my eyes. "That was hot, boss," he emphasized boss.
"That was hot, boss." I repeated.
"Good boy," he responded, playfully slapping me on my face which still had his dried cum on it. "And I see you're an obedient bitch too. I like that."
"Thank you boss, see you Monday," I said as I walked out of the door into the cool night air, immediately cleaning my face in fear of someone seeing the dried cum. The security guard waved me off, as he did every time I worked late. That entire weekend my thoughts frequently went back to what happened with Angel, and what to expect on Monday. I really looked forward to seeing him naked as he was powerfully built, but not muscle-bound and apparently hairy.
After what was a very long weekend I was getting ready for work with Angel still on my mind. I made sure to wear a particularly favorite suit and tie combination that would hopefully make me look more attractive. I got into my office and started the day as normal, an abundance of phone calls to return and emails to answer. The office manage took the day off so it was going to be a longer than normal work day. I saw Angel throughout the day, completing his tasks with the usual intentionality and thoroughness, but no communication between us. During lunch break I looked for him where he normally be, but he wasn't there. Throughout that day I made many attempts to get in touch with Angel, but to no avail.
As the day ended and the employees left the building, I again had to stay behind because of the large workload that was still left to do. Despite the fact that the regular night custodian, Roger, was good at his job, I was hoping he wasn't there to get another meeting with Angel.
At around 5:30 p.m., when the building was empty except myself and whoever was the custodian, I was quietly working at my desk when Angel came in, closed the door behind him, and sat on my leather chair.
"How are you boss?" I said, breaking the silence.
