Chapter 14: The Janitor’s Reward

Sunday morning light filtered weakly through the blinds of the ruined dorm room. Jack lay on his back in the sagging, cum-stiffened bed, still naked and leaking from the marathon the night before. The sheets had almost completely disintegrated under the weight of nonstop abuse. Sometime during the night Tyler had moved to his own bed across the room where he was curled up now, completely wrecked from the night before—eyes half-lidded, belly full, hole swollen, too exhausted and sore to even sit up.

A quiet but firm knock sounded at the door.

Jack blinked those big blue puppy-dog eyes. “Come in...”

The door opened and the same burly janitor from the gym stepped inside, still wearing his gray work coveralls half-unzipped over a sweat-damp white tank top. His name tag read Ray. He was late forties, thick-necked, heavily muscled from years of manual labor, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a thick mat of dark hair peeking from the top of his tank. The room instantly filled with the rich, working-man scent of him—old sweat, industrial cleaner, and the deep musk of a man who’d already put in half a shift.

Behind him, Connor slipped in and quietly closed the door.

Ray’s eyes roamed over Jack’s naked, cum-glazed body with open hunger. “Heard you took care of the whole damn campus Friday night,” he rumbled, voice low and appreciative. “Figured the guy who made it possible deserves a personal reward. Name’s Ray. I’m the one who let you boys into the gym.”

Jack smiled that soft, sweet, innocent little smile. “Thank you, Mr. Ray ... I really appreciated it.”

Ray reached down and slowly unzipped the rest of his coveralls, letting them drop to his ankles. “Yeah, well ... you’re gonna show me your appreciation.”

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his well-worn, piss-stained jockstrap—the same one he’d had on all morning—and peeled it down just enough to free his thick, uncut cock and heavy, low-hanging balls. The concentrated ball musk rolled out in a thick wave.

Connor stood off to the side, already breathing harder, his basketball shorts tenting.

Ray glanced at his son and grinned. “Don’t just stand there, boy. Your roommate earned this. Help me thank him properly.”

That was all it took.

Connor dropped to his knees beside Jack, his face flushed with a mixture of nerves and raw hunger.

Ray and Connor began sharing the slim blond like they’d been waiting for this moment their whole lives. The father and son worked together with an almost eerie synchronicity, as if some deep, unspoken bond had finally snapped into place. They lifted Jack between them, positioning the pretty boy on his hands and knees on the mat. Ray slid his thick cock into Jack’s already cum-drenched ass from behind, while Connor knelt in front of him and pushed his own hard length past those soft, angelic lips.

Then they really began.