Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2019 01:55:32 -0400
From: slammycockinyourass85@gmail.com
Subject: Little Timmy's Long Day - Chapter 3

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Little Timmy's Long Day

Chapter 3

An hour and a half after gym class, it was time for lunch. Little Timmy
made his way to the lunch line with his classmates, his little bubble butt
still sore from the hard fucking he had received from the gym teacher, Mr.
Safar. He waited patiently in line to receive a tray of hot food and then
made his way into the cafeteria.

Little Timmy didn't have a lot of friends, but there was a small group of
boys in his class that he would hang out with whenever he could and usually
sat with them every day at lunch. Timmy was the quiet one of the group and
was considered "weird" by some of his classmates, but no one dared to make
fun of him due to the fact that he was the principal's son.

Little Timmy sat with his friends, listening to them discuss video games
and TV shows, but not contributing to the conversation. He ate his meal
dutifully, smiling whenever a joke was made. It was only fifteen minutes
into the lunch hour when Timmy became aware of Phil, the janitor, leaning
against the door frame of the cafeteria and watching him intently.

Little Timmy's stomach dropped slightly when he noticed the 6'3"
intimidating man staring at him. Phil gave the little boy a wink and a sly
smirk, then beckoned him with a head nod. Something about the intense and
hungry look in Phil's narrow brown eyes always unsettled Timmy. His bald
head glistened under the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria and his shirt
sleeves were pushed up to his broad shoulders, showing off the tattoos
adorned on his thick, muscular arms. Timmy had heard rumors that Phil had
once served a short stint in jail and it wasn't too hard to imagine given
the man's scary aura. Most of the kids were afraid of Phil, but Timmy had
the best reason to be wary of him.

Phil always fucked little Timmy harder and rougher than anyone else.

"I gotta go, guys," little Timmy reluctantly told his friends at the lunch
table.

"Really? You didn't eat all your food yet and we have 45 more minutes," one
of the boys in his friend group said.

"I just...gotta go. See you guys in class," little Timmy said. He stood up
and returned his tray to the lunch workers before walking toward the
cafeteria door. Phil was still waiting for him, smiling like a predator
about to eat his unsuspecting prey.

"Ready, little boy?" Phil asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready," little Timmy answered, avoiding eye contact with the
janitor.

"Then let's go!" said Phil. The pair left the cafeteria and made their way
down the hall toward the janitor's office. "All the other guys always ask
why I don't leave for lunch. If they only knew the wonderful treat I get
while they're gone," Phil replied, placing his large hand on little Timmy's
back and leading the child into the office.

Once inside, little Timmy could hear the door being shut and locked behind
him. "You really sucked me good this morning. You're gonna have to work to
get me hard again," the janitor instructed. "Get naked." Timmy began to
take off his shirt before he felt Phil's large, rough hands tug at his
clothes. "Actually, let me get you naked." Timmy was helpless as his shirt
was yanked over his head and carelessly thrown to the floor. Next, Phil
bent down, took off the little boy's shoes and socks, and then pulled off
Timmy's pants and underwear in one quick motion. Timmy stepped out of them
and looked up into Phil's face. The janitor stood up and stroked his beard
as he examined Timmy's small body and sweet face. He towered over the short
boy by a full two and half feet.

"Come here," he told little Timmy as he sat down in a chair at his desk.
Timmy stood between the janitor's thick legs, wondering what the man had in
store for him today. Phil took off his janitor's shirt and the white
wife-beater underneath it. He pulled Timmy by his hand closer into him.
"Suck my tit, kid."

Phil wasn't all that hairy, and certainly not as hairy as Mr. Safar, but he
wasn't excited to suck on Phil's slightly hairy nipple. "I said suck my
tit, kid," Phil stated once again. Timmy leaned forward into the muscular
chest of the janitor and took his right nipple into his mouth, suckling it
like a baby bottle. "Fuuuuck..." Phil moaned as the little boy started to
work over his nipple. His hand went up and held the back of Timmy's small
brown-haired head into his defined pec. Timmy did his best to suck and lick
as his head was held in place.

"Yep, you're getting me hard again, kid," the janitor told little Timmy. A
few more moments went by before Phil moved Timmy's head over to his left
nipple. "Give them both attention," Phil told him. Timmy obeyed.

It had been a couple of minutes when Phil pulled little Timmy's head off of
his nipple. "Okay, that's good enough. I'm gonna fuck you now," he said
matter-of-factly to the naked little boy in front of him. Timmy swallowed
hard. Phil wasn't even going to have him suck his cock for a little bit
like he usually did before getting his little hole reamed. The janitor must
have been satisfied with intense face-fucking he had subjected Timmy to
earlier that morning and wanted to get straight to fucking. The little boy
backed up as Phil stood up from his chair and began to remove his pants and
underwear.

The janitor was now also naked and his seven inch erection and hairy balls
were exposed. Little Timmy knew that in a matter of moments, it would be
pumping in and out of him at a merciless pace. "Lay down on your stomach,"
Phil replied.

"Where?" little Timmy asked.

"On the floor," Phil answered. Timmy looked down at the cold concrete floor
with a frown. "Now!" the janitor barked at the child. Timmy winced and
followed the instruction. Just as Timmy had feared, the floor was cold and
hard against his small naked body. The little boy heard the popping of a
lid and he knew it was the bottle of lube Phil kept hidden in his desk. He
heard the janitor get down on the floor behind him. Suddenly, a cold and
slimy finger was inserted into Timmy's little hole without any caution.
Timmy gave a quick intake of breath as the finger lubed him up.

"How do you stay so tight after all the poundings you get, kid?" the
janitor asked with demented glee. Little Timmy clenched his eyes closed as
his little bubble butt was being fingered. Phil wasn't expecting Timmy to
answer, and he honestly didn't care. The janitor loved how tight Timmy was
and wouldn't want it any other way.

Phil pulled his finger out of little Timmy's hole was a soft, wet popping
sound. Then Timmy felt a large hand smack his right butt cheek, hard and
swift. The little boy let out a soft cry as his bubbly cheek stung from the
slap. Then he felt the large hand roughly grasp the same soft butt cheek as
the janitor jiggled it for his own amusement. "You got the best ass, kid,"
Phil replied. The man's other hand grabbed at the other butt cheek and the
little boy's bubble butt was now spread open, his cold and wet small hole
exposed to the janitor. "Fuck yeah," Phil mumbled under his breath, taking
in the spoils before him.

Without any ceremony, Phil laid over little Timmy and guided his stiff cock
into the small butt. Timmy gritted his teeth as the rigid member slid into
him, stretching his tight boy hole. Once the janitor's cock was halfway in,
his large body encompassed Timmy's small frame. Timmy's head was directly
underneath the same defined pecs he was previously sucking on as Phil's
large muscular arms extended to the floor to keep himself steady as his
cock sunk deeper into Timmy. It was like the janitor was going to do
push-ups on top of the little boy. "Holy shit!" Phil exclaimed once his
pelvis rested against Timmy's round soft cheeks. His course, dark pubes
made Timmy's butt itchy, which was almost as uncomfortable as the cock
lodged up the little boy's hole.

Phil didn't check to see if little Timmy was okay before he started humping.

"UH! UH! UH! UH!" Little Timmy was giving short high-pitched moans as the
janitor began to lay into him. Phil was huffing heavy breaths as he let the
pleasure of the fucking wash over him. Timmy's hole was gripping Phil's
tool like a vice as it pumped in and out at a moderate pace. The wet
suction noises filled the empty janitor's office, eventually followed by
skin slapping against skin as Phil upped his pace. The janitor looked down
at the small butt he was fucking, admiring the ripples of the little boy's
bubbly cheeks as his hips thwacked against them over and over again.

"OH! Jesus, kid. UNH! That ass is AH! really something! UGH!" Phil told his
fuck toy. He increased his pace even more and had to place one of his hands
onto the little boy's small shoulder to keep him from sliding forward on
the hard floor with the force of his thrusts. The janitor's muscular ass
flexed with each forceful hump. Little Timmy's hand reached up and firmly
gripped Phil's arm for stability. "AH! Too much for ya? UNH! Well, get
ready, kid! OH! Cause I ain't UNH! slowin' down! UNF!" Phil grunted at
Timmy.

Little Timmy didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was starting to get
pleasure from the rough sex, despite his short body being smashed against
the concrete floor. The janitor's hips continuously crashed into him.

Phil kept an unrelenting tempo, his breaths becoming harder, and his deep
moans getting louder. His cock was being massaged by the hot, soft walls of
little Timmy's tight hole. The janitor had never experienced such amazing
sex until he started fucking Timmy when the school year had started a few
months prior. After the initial fuck, he told Timmy that he had to have his
mouth and butt every school day. On the weekends, Phil begrudgingly fucked
his girlfriend, but nothing compared to sex with the little boy and he
couldn't wait for Monday to come about.

After ten minutes or so, the janitor felt his orgasm slowly creeping up, so
he stopped fucking the tight little butt for a moment, moving his hips in a
circular motion, mashing the round butt cheeks and stretching the hole to
its limits. Little Timmy groaned and that really turned on Phil. "Yeah,
kid. Take my cock, little boy!" Phil said. Timmy's grip tightened on Phil's
extended arm. "Yeah, you like that, kid?" Phil replied, speeding up the
circular motions and pushing his cock into Timmy as far as it would go.

To little Timmy's embarrassment, he suddenly had a dry orgasm. His hole
clenched onto Phil's cock and his hard little stiffy spasmed against the
cold floor.

"FUCK!" Phil shouted as he felt the hole tense around his dick. He returned
to hard thrusts and his own orgasm once again began to spread from his cock
through his muscular body. With one final hard pump, his cock squirted cum
up into little Timmy's hole, filling him up. "FUCK! AH! FUCK!" Phil kept
shouting as unbelievable pleasure coursed through him. The overwhelming
sensation caused him to collapse onto the little boy. He panted and gave
the soft butt shallow humps as his orgasm finally subsided.

After a few short moments of recovery, the janitor slowly rose up from the
floor and his sensitive cock pulled out of little Timmy's hole. Phil sat up
on his knees, admiring the squishy little butt he had just shot his load
into.

"Fuck, kid. I always cum so hard when I fuck you. It never gets old," Phil
said between heavy breaths. Little Timmy was still laying on his stomach on
the floor, covered in sweat and cum slowly dripping out of his hole. Phil
swatted Timmy's bubble butt in appreciation and then stood up. "Clean
yourself up quickly, kid. Lunch is almost over."

A couple minutes later, little Timmy was clean and dressed as he left the
janitor's office. Phil was sitting in his desk chair, basking in the glow
of the immense orgasm he had experienced. "See ya tomorrow, kid," he told
Timmy.

Timmy had just made it back to the doorway of the cafeteria when the bell
rang, signaling the end of lunch. His classmates began to pour out into the
hallway. He joined his friends and tried his best to not act like he had
just gotten roughly butt-fucked by the janitor as they made their way back
to their classroom. His hole was now really sore to the extent that he was
walking slightly bow-legged and his butt cheeks still stung from the spanks
the strong man had given him.

Little Timmy wished that he was done being used for the day, but recess was
just around the corner.



I am so appreciative of the wonderfully positive feedback I've received for
this story! I'll try my best to get Chapter 4 written as soon as possible!
As always, comments welcome!