****** Theo the Janitor ******
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Theo the Janitor


I used to go to a record store located on the east side of Manhattan. On one of
those mid-fifties blocks over near the river, the ones that all look alike and
are deathly quiet in the middle of a roaring city, there was a nondescript
little apartment building, maybe four stories tall and very narrow, and not
really in very good shape for the east 50's, but still it had one of those walk
down service alleyways leading from between two good-sized trees back toward
the rear of the building. The building's janitor was a burly short Greek guy
named Theo, and Theo was one of the truly dirtiest, kinkiest guys I ever
serviced as a toilet.

Theo probably didn't have much to do as janitor of this small building, just
wash the hallway, maintain the systems and carry out the garbage. I first saw
him early one summer afternoon, leaning up against a railing in the service
entrance, smoking a short, dark brown cigar that looked like a hard piece of
shit. Actually it still surprises me that Theo could smoke those smelly cigars,
dress as trashily as he did and stink like an old park outhouse yet still be
janitor of this building. Maybe everyone in the building just liked looking at
that massive sausage of his hanging down his right pants leg, always straining
against the greasy, paper thin fabric.

So there was Theo, this short but very husky, muscular Greek guy, always
smoking these stinking cigars and staring from piercing dark eyes at me every
time I walked by. Catching on to this hot stud's leering look, I started
stuffing an old pair of stained, ripped jockeys in my back pocket. Just as I
got to this hump's building, I'd drape them out the back pocket of my skimpy
bluejean button front shorts. Day after day, for the first week or so, Theo
would be standing there at 2 in the afternoon as I'd come down the street, my
fat tits strapped in rubber bands sticking out through thinner and thinner t-
shirts -- this made my mystery janitor run his hands across his fat rounded
pecs mounds hanging through his torn v- neck t-shirt and scratch the hair under
the pecs massive overhang. I was getting real turned on, watching him reach
down and stroke his gigantic rod each time I walked by (and it was one of the
fattest I'd ever seen -- you could even see that it was uncut with a huge head
under the sheer, worn fabric of the faded green work pants he wore).

I noticed that his clothes seemed to be getting dirtier each day I walked by.
On Friday afternoon, he was there again, already displaying a swollen hard
dickpole as I strolled down the block. I stopped before I got to his building
and stripped off my paper thin guinea t-shirt before turning back toward him
and walking closer to his side of the sidewalk. As I passed, he moaned toward
my fat silicone filled knobs and drooled onto his lower, unshaven lip. His bald
head shined in the sun and his Fu Manchu mustache formed a trough down his chin
for the cigarjuice and spittle to run down. He turned away from me, stretching
thick and black hair caked arms downward to grasp the iron fence and thrusting
his firm, high rounded ass globes, greatly out of proportion to the narrow
waist, out into my path. I nearly stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed that
the seat was both completely stained brown and completely wet. A slit was cut
in the back and the pants seat was spread over 2" wide, showing a sagging,
dripping pair of shit-soaked jockey shorts hanging through. I did stop only two
steps further, turned and said "well, how you doing."

Turning back to me, but scratching his ass with one hand and smiling at my
bright red tits, he answered, "sweatin' heavily."

He pulled the hand back around front and took a big sniff and smiled again. I
must have looked very eager, because he thrust it in my face, showing me hair-
coated knuckles all wet in brown shit juice.

I sniffed hard and, right there in the middle of the block, stuck my tongue out
and ran it over the coarse stinking hand hairs.

"I'm Theo -- you come by tomorrow, same time?" he said.

"Sure thing," I answered instantly.

"You like dirty shorts like these?" he questioned, gesturing down to his
swollen crotch.

My immediate answer, "Only if I can clean them...", caused him to smile
broadly.

"Come down the service alley, down the steps and take the door into the
basement. At the end of the hall, there's a door that says `Janitor'. Go in
there and keep going through doors till you're in the back hall -- lock the
`Janitor' door behind you -- go downstairs at the end of the hall -- you'll
find my personal bathroom -- go in and make yourself comfortable - - I'll join
you," he instructed.

With one final squeeze of his gigantic meatpole, Theo disappeared back down the
hallway and into the building, as I slipped my shirt on and dashed home to
whack my aching swollen Italian pole.

All Saturday morning I spent gearing up for what I knew would be a great
afternoon of pig sex. I strapped up my fat knobs in unwaxed floss until they
were 3" long funnels sticking out from my pecs. The pecs and butt muscles got
extra pumping attention on my gym, and I spent a half hour shaving down my
asslips and trimming an obscene message, "scum pig," in my closely cropped mat
of black chest hair covering my bulging tits. I was so hot for dirty sex that I
spent nearly an hour squatting on one of my biggest dildoes, fucking the shit
out of my hole till it hung open like a rude raw piece of meat sucking air.

Getting dressed was just as fun. I hung my heavy gold toilet seat medallion on
a thick chain around my neck, a stretched, grey jockstrap over my shaved,
pumped meat and bull balls, small workout shorts and a heavy v-neck sweatshirt,
which still didn't cover the way my titnipples hung out in their industrial
rubber band bindings.

I followed Theo's instructions carefully, finding the side door unlocked,
walking down the dark and steam filled hallway which had no outside windows and
locking the Janitor door behind me. It was very dim in the dark corridor behind
this office, with only light from a small, frosted window around a far corner.
The narrow, silent hallway led in a crooked pattern through several fire doors.

Finally, down a steep flight of damp cement steps and under several dripping
steam pipes, I came to a final door with a scrap paper sign taped on it -
- "Janitor's Shit Room" it read in big, scrawled letters. You could barely read
the sign in this low ceiling steam tunnel, lit only with a bulb deep in the
recesses of the pipes. I entered a room that was obviously well below ground
level. No more than ten feet by ten feet, one end of the room was a cement
platform raised up about a foot with a big throne like chair at one end and
another chair-like contraption that looked like it was made from an old toilet
bowl cut off near the base at the platform's other end. Along the back wall
were several hooks, each displaying some completely rotted piece of
underclothing: a shredded t-shirt, several pairs of grey-brown briefs with torn
crotches and seats. On the left wall was a long trough -- yeah, really, the
kind used to feed pigs on a farm. Old pieces of carpet were scattered about on
the floor and in a small pile near the trough, which was brimming in dank,
stinking urine and floating, decaying logs of ripe shit, some of them nearly
10" long.

To the right of the door was an plywood bathroom stall. I opened the door and
inside found three stools of varying heights, plus a wall of shelves holding
ropes, chains and virtually every dildo size I'd ever seen. There were also
several dirt caked empty jars holding various indescribable types of scum. The
two stall walls had cut outs of various shapes at different heights, and had
hooks and ringlets all around the walls. The right wall was only about three
feet from the wall behind the door, and in this tight space was a mid-sized
chair, it's back missing. This, it was obvious, was Theo's "I'm getting my fat
sausage sucked off chair" to be used with the glory hole booth. I closed the
stall door behind me, lit a joint and sat down on one of the stools, removing
my clothes and stroking on my swollen, drooping dickmeat in the dirty, low
yellow light of the two lamps and one ceiling fixture that dimly lit the tiny
stinkhole called the "Janitor's Shit Room".

A few minutes after finishing the joint, and just as I felt the quarter hit of
acid I'd dropped starting to kick in nice and slow, I heard footsteps coming
down the cement steps - slowly, one hot slow step at a time.

Into the room walked Theo. He immediately locked the door and I saw him walk
forward and step up onto the cement platform. He fondled several pieces of the
dank, stinking underwear hanging from the wall. He reached down next to his
"throne" and lifted up a plastic bag, withdrawing from it a green mold covered
pair of shorts that dripped long strings of wet juice onto his pants leg and
boots. He moaned as he sniffed these and hung them over one arm of the giant
chair.

This raunchmaster turned to face me, displaying a t-shit torn down the front of
his hairy muscled chest and stained yellow in dry piss, his pants were grease
covered and wet with greasy piss slicks all around the head of the massive pork
meat.

Through the plywood peepholes, I saw the hairy Greek stink master remove his
sweat-stained, yellow, torn t-shirt and his tight green work pants stained
brown in the seat. The pouch of his filth-caked jockey shorts was yellow and
dark grey, dripping thick ropes of slimy goo from the cheese caked protrudence
of the massive, uncut and fur-covered sausage inside. Slowly he turned on the
cement platform in front of me, bending to scratch one sweaty ham-hock calf,
the size of a small tree trunk. His full round buns were sloppily covered in
brown tinted thin cotton jockeys carrying a full load of wet soft shit, causing
a bulge from the stinking hot load and dripping brown juice in streams down the
inside of thick coarse hair caked crotch and thighs. He squatted his thick legs
down low, pushing his fat round butt out toward my prying eyes and nose as they
hung through the plywood stall wall. Theo rotated the firm, shit coated
buttcheeks then, reaching back, peeled the filthy cloth down slowly over the
sticky black asshairs covering the melon cheeks. Theo reached a hair covered
hand back behind him and dunked it into the sagging pool of liquid crap hanging
in the scum cloth just below his stinking crotch. First he took one handful of
liquid shit and rubbed it all over the stiff hairs of one rounded assglobe,
then another handful coating the other cheek. The slick hairs were coated and
shining as he pulled the shorts back up, the liquid soaking across his entire
rounded hairbutt. His strong fingers wedged the full seat up into his deep butt
cleavage, forcing more wet shit scum to ooze through the cloth, across the
massive muscular cheeks and drip out into small pools on the carpet scrap which
lay on the floor between his legs.

Theo walked with crap-filled bow-legs over to the shit stall I sat in and
opened the door. In one hand he brought the sweat-soaked, piss-stained t-shirt
he had recently stripped off. He took one wringing wet armpit which held
several black and greasy armpit hairs on the cloth of the shirt and wrapped it
around my face, letting me inhale the deep odor of this raunchpig janitor in
his basement toilet. With one massive arm he lifted me from the stool and
slipped three fingers of his shit-liquid coated hand into my shaven butt
crevice, finding the hanging asslips and slipping easily inside my loose pig
pussy hole. Theo lifted my arms up high and, taking wrist restraints from the
shelf, shackled my arms spreadeagle against the wall facing out into the room.
He put a dog collar around my neck and a belt around my waist, chaining each
from both sides loosely to the wall. I was now half standing with my face
pushed up against a large glory hole in the booth, framing my eyes, nose and
mouth but restraining the rest of my head against the wall.

Theo roughly fucked my wet ass with his rough fingers, getting four shoved deep
inside as my butt hung vulnerable before him. I could smell nothing but stink
and the piss-soaked t-shirt was caught over my eyes to prevent me seeing out
into his fuck palace. I felt the head of a fat, ribbed dildo up against my
hole, and, with little effort and one deep grunt from my gut, nearly a foot of
the round plastic fuckpole sunk up into my juicy, gaping twat.

Theo pulled on the chains attached to my waist and my butt was lowered onto a
short stool, stretching my body up against the wall. I could feel my pecs
exposed through a large cut out in the plywood and felt the head of my flopping
guinea grease dong flap against a lower plywood hole. Grabbing several items
off of the shelf, Theo left the booth and went around to the outside. Leather
straps were tied tight around the base of my own swollen horsecock and then
were tightened down to rings on the outside, pulling my crotch up against the
wall and exposing my dripping prick to Theo's outside scrutiny. I had no choice
but to hold my tits thrust forward Theo returned to tighten the upper and lower
chains attaching me to the wall. A minute later, I felt a double inhaler thrust
up my nose, instantly sending me on a spinning buzz. I heard Theo unscrew a jar
cap and suddenly he was shoving gobs of wet crud into my nostrils and open
mouth. I held my mouth open as he shoveled several tablespoons of the damp,
stinking crud into my hair-surrounded toilet mouth, and I recognized the taste
faintly as headcheese that must have been in the jar for months.

Theo grabbed my swollen red siliconed titknobs, causing me to rock forward
slightly on the stool and shove the fat dildo another inch deeper into my
dripping cunt butt.

Having chomped, drooled and slobbered all of the headcheese down into my
throat, I began oinking like a pig in heat and running my tongue around the
hair in my beard in order to catch the thick wads of creamy headcheese rotting
on my face. Then I felt the head of Theo's enormous fuckrod up against my lips.
I opened wide, whimpered and drooled into my beard, thick gobs of cheese
dripping down onto my chin. Theo pulled back the skin and my nostrils, dripping
aged headcheese, smelled the acrid stench of fresh, raw headcheese. My tongue
and lips reached out, surrounding the mammoth knob beneath the flapping Greek
skin and were treated to slimy slicks of creamy cheese containing big lumps all
over the head and piss slit.

Theo thrust the entire length deep into my lips, causing a dogfoam of drool and
headcheese to ooze around my distended lips, coating my lips and beard in a
stinking froth of toilet crud. He fucked my face slowly and deeply, letting me
inhale the feted raunch of his scraggly bush at the base of his gigantic hog,
then slip back out through my lips, hauling greasy cheese along the slippery
and foul stenched shaft.

Hauling the shaft out of my mouth, Theo came back into the booth and pulled the
t-shirt off of my eyes. Walking back out into the room, he took a rotted pair
of jockey shorts from the wall and walked to the pig trough. He dipped the
already foul material into the liquid mixture of piss and shit which gave the
room its outhouse odor, then brought the shorts, dripping and full, up to my
face, chuckling to himself and itching the lengthy swollen meat hanging from
the front of his own crud-coated jockeys at his waist.

The shorts were tacked onto the outside of the wall so they hung against my
face and my tongue and teeth immediately began to explore the sopping wet and
filled toy.

Coming around behind me, Theo removed the stool wedged against my melon butt
cheeks and slipped the fat dong out, dropping it with a wet "splotch" onto the
floor. My drooling hole farted loudly once before Theo slipped his own hard rod
into my begging cunt. He loosened the upper chain just slightly, enough for his
tree-trunk forearms to reach around my swollen, sore pecs and grab my distended
cow udders. He milked my tits furiously as he thrust his elephant dong in and
out of my willing rapehole. My hole was stretched wide by the greasy stinking
sausage pole of the hairy Greek stink master. I sunk my face into the sagging
rear of the raunchy jockeys strapped to my shit-smeared face, drinking in a
good half cup of lump-filled liquid shit and crotch slime. Wet, stinking slicks
of wet stud slime ran down my beard, my chin and dripped onto the floor at the
foot of the stall.

Theo folded my swollen nipples over double between his strong, hairy fingers
and let go two long, dripping and smelly farts while stroking my open, slick
pigcunt. He let my tits go and pulled his fingers down around the base of his
throbbing horsecock, thrusting three extra fingers in around his enormous
fucktool, then six, finally slipping both hands and the base of his stuff shaft
up my mammouthly stretched fuckpussy, making me his fuck- and his fist-cunt.

Pulling back, Theo's swollen tube of beefsteak flopped noisily from my
whorehole, big wads of slick hole juice gushing down my legs and my swollen
cunt lips flopping out and downward grasping outward in the air. Theo stroked
my long, shaved cuntlips with his fingers, slipping one hand then another in
and out of my begging hole, making me whimper and beg him to fuck me again with
that massive Greek stinkpole.

He disconnected the chains at the collar and at the waist. He took a dildo from
the shelf, quite fat at the tip, but flaring out to the width of a coffee can
and then tapering to a plug-top the size of a cokebottle bottom, flared out so
my lips were held stretched out against it, hanging in the air.

"How about a nice little enema high, pigboy," Theo announced. Pulling a small
enema bottle with a long plastic tube down from the shelf, he slid the tube
alongside the fat plastic cone stuffing my loose fuckhole. Then he took a
bottle of tequila from the shelf and poured several shots in the plastic enema
bottle. He attached the bottle to the hose up my butt and fed the tequila
directly into my dripping, juice-filled cunt. Minutes later the tequila began
its work and my head was spinning, my muscles all loose. A massive wet fart
ripped from my hole, dumping thick, gooey juice down my flapping pig cuntlips
and down the inside of my thighs. I moaned, oinked, squirmed on the plug and
stuck my face back through the wall to lick and chew and the stinking laundry
hung out for my cleaning services.

Theo left the booth and moved to the throne in the far corner of the room. I
followed, staggering, and kneeled in front of the big chair. Theo hoisted his
powerful and black-hair coated legs up into the chair, setting his feet up onto
the arm rests and slinging his reeking butt cheeks forward toward my face.
Reaching beneath his back, he slid the stinking, sagging jockeys up his legs so
they rested half way up his thigh, the thickly-caked seat sagging outward
directly in front of my nose. With the ferociousness of a starved doberman, I
gobbled outward, using my teeth to scrape the inch of thick crud from the
filth-slicked fabric hanging in my toilet face. Theo pulled the drawers from
his legs, stuffing them in my mouth with several fingers, packing them in with
his thumb while thick brown juice dripped through my coated beard and large
lumps of warm brown shit stuck to the bristly ends of my mustache and goatee.

Reaching down to milk my distended goat tits, Theo smiled and ran his fingers
across the words "scum pig" carved into my chest. He took a red magic marker
from the floor beside his thrown and filled the letters in so the foul message
stood out brightly in the dim toilet room.

"I want you to keep that shaved down, just like that, you cuntpig. And I want
you to keep it all bright red. You wear a t-shirt only on weekends, 'cause I
want everyone to know what a stinking toilet you are. Wait till I introduce you
to my friends in the Bronx -- you're gonna eat more shit and get fucked with
more big dick than any pig in New York. My personal little toiletpig, little
Italian studcunt. Yeah..."

Leaning back, Theo hauled his laundered jockeys from my mouth and drew them to
his nose to sniff the wet juices soaking through the fabric. His fat, stinking
pole lay half way up his chest and his deep, stinking buttcrevice lay bare
before me. His horse sized balls, white-cheese-caked crotch and shit smeared
butt cheeks were covered in an inch of forest- thick black, curly hair. Opening
my mouth wide, I slid my tongue and front teeth down the cheese-slicked crotch.
I raised my mouth up to show my scum master the curly black hairs caught in my
teeth and the thick coating of scum covering my tongue and lips. Returning to
my feeding tray, I dined for over fifteen minutes on the wet slick of shitjuice
coating each massive, muscular butt cheek and then dug deep into the forest of
crud-caked hair filling the deep crevice. My lips reached through the dense,
stinking forest of shit-coated asshairs and found a slight opening in the
deepest growth. Diving forward my nose was literally packed in wet scum while
my searching lips found the fat, swollen and protruding lips of Theo's stinking
scumpit. His asslips were gigantic, the size of the swollen cunt lips on a fat
black woman who's had a dozen kids. His fat asslips puffed outward and I filled
my mouth with the luscious taste of his cream- slicked gates to his voracious
shit tube.

Theo dropped his legs down, pulling my stretched out mouth from the heavy suck
job I'd given his powerful, stench-filled asshole.

He pulled me from my kneeling position and lay me on my back at the other end
of the platform. Theo switched on a light by the floor that lit up the entire
inside of the broken toilet bowl on legs before me. I slid my head beneath the
seat and realized my face just fit into the rubber gasket that had been mounted
at the bottom of the bowl. The rubber reached around my cheeks and sealed
against my head, making my face the virtual hole attached to the bowl's bottom
-- the only means of exit for anything dumped into the toilet. Theo lower his
massive furry butt down on the seat and I realized that the light was actually
inside the rim of the stinking, shit-streaked toilet. As his clamped his big
round butt mounds over the top of the seat, the light became glaring, focusing
my sight directly into the hair crevice pulled taught across the top of the
bowl.

Theo's massive buttlips hung down through the spit-slicked hairs, pouting open
and shining in the light. They were the biggest set of asslips I'd ever seen.
Theo moaned deeply and said "now you get a nice hot lunchmeal of my real
slimestink, you toilet -- you are a toilet, boy, just a fucking, shit-eating,
cheese-chewing cunt whore of a fucking stinking toiletbowl. Yeah..."

The massive lips opened wide and a long wheeze of gas blew straight into my
nose. The lips flapped with a second noisy, horribly stinking fart and long
ropes of wet shit started leaking continuous streams of greasy crud onto my
cheeks, filling the very bottom of the seal. I was aware of a wet pool of stink
clinging to my face all around. The lips parted wide before me, making what
seemed to be a giant opening in the dark, putrid forest.

A tube of wet brown shit as big around as a baseball bat slid slowly out
between the lips. The shit was knotted and filled with shells of some sort,
like corn or nuts. It edged down until it stuck into my lips, then pulled back,
the fat lips slopping around it and becoming dark brown with the wet slime
encasing the turd log.

My lips opened wide, my mouth waiting as the log began its descent once more,
dropping heavily and in one slick continuous flow into my trough mouth. The
stud turd went on and on, for over a foot, as my mouth tried to chew and
swallow the stinkmeal being fed from these humongous Greek toilet-feeder
asslips. The shit curled and fell onto my face, breaking in pieces as a
gaseous, stinking fart blew wet, lumpy shit juice forcefully across the inside
of the bowl. Big, dripping pieces of wet shit slid down the bowl sides and
rested against my face, where my mouth gasped and chewed with a furor.

Another stinking foot of slimy, hot turd dump fell into the bowl, literally
covering my face in a wet layer of soft, lump-filled crap. Theo raised himself
from the seat and stared down into the bowl. Laughing through his drool-filled
goatee, he spit a huge slimy hawkerload into the pile of shit covering my
chomping mouth. He straightened up, showing me the his fur-caked fuck rod,
immense even when soft. He peeled the skin back around the huge deep red head
and a heavy stream of dark yellow piss shot forth, washing the lumps of shit
from the side of the bowl and cascading stinking, foul piss down into my face
and up my nose. Theo concentrated the strong, dank stream on the pile of shit
moving over my mouth and bored a wide hole in the reeking load, revealing my
lips and teeth caked brown in my wet, smelly lunch load. My mouth filled to the
brim with his malodorous yellow liquor, my head spinning, my cunt filled. Big
lumps of Theo's hot turd meat floated in my gulping toilet trough and still the
torrent of hot studpiss continued. I reverted to simply gulping, as the
steaming piss liquified the shit and it slid easily in soft lumps down my
throat.

Theo tilted the toilet bowl forward, pouring the rest of the wretched crud into
my mouth, then pulled me from beneath my feeding chair. My own 10" of uncut
Italian meat was sticking hard into the air, aching for my pumping hand. Theo
walked over to the far corner and pulled his suck chair across to the pig
trough. He lowered himself into the stink trough and commanded me to seat my
sore, swollen and plugged buttlips onto the chair seat before him. He reached
both hands into the scum pit and poured giant gobs of decaying, piss-soaked
shit onto his massive, hair- forested pecs and tight stomach. His massive rod,
dripping green and yellow juices from beneath the furry foreskin hanging loose
in great folds about the end, stuck up from the sewer which just covered his
crotch.

I wedged my butt firmly against the seat, shoving the plastic can of a
dildoplug into my aching hoghole. Theo grasped at my long cow nipples and
pulled my face down to the head of his behemoth fuckshaft. My lips folded
around the loose and dripping skin, sliding down into the murky toilet trough
to suck in the entire foot of steel hard stuff pole. Theo held poppers to my
nose and scooped soft shit from the trough to pack up my nostrils behind the
poppers. Grasping my ears, Theo spit again and again into my face, fucking my
head furiously down onto the greasy shit-streaked shaft. He grabbed my beard,
roaring from deep in his throat and stuffing whole handfuls of thick soaking
shit against my head, in my ears, behind my ears as he shoved my face under the
surface of the thickly-coated pool of pure slime. Screaming from deep in his
stomach, the hairy toilet master dumped cups of steaming hot, stinking cum into
my suckhole throat. Pulling my face away, I opened my eyes to this hair and
shit caked muscle stud, shit running down his face and thick chest hair, his
swollen cock streaked in shit and dripping greasy gobs of thick horse cumjuice.
Theo sneered, spit into my face and reached his hands into the toilet pool. He
threw great handfuls of wet, rancid toilet shit against my face and chest,
stuffing my mouth full, wiping his hands into my beard and then grabbing and
hauling on my hot red distended cunt tits. I hauled heavily on my greasy,
stinking pole and, roaring like a rutting cow, I spattered my Italian stinkload
into the trough before me, collapsing forward in the chair with my head on the
shit- and hair-covered stomach of Theo, my newest raunch master.

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