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 ï>¿School Janitor - 1 by UncaBa

   I do not advocate actually having sex or sexual contact of any kind with
underage girls.  It is merely a fantasy that no one should not act upon.



   I got a job with a custodial company, cleaning office buildings.  I had
lost my regular office position, my pension, my family, my kids, and my
self-respect.  I had a master's in business management and now companies
would rather hire Charles Manson than me.  So, I left town, moved to the
other side of the country, to a medium sized city, and got this job
cleaning offices and other building by contract.

   The problem is, my current assignment was for the school system, as
night janitor for a Kindergarten through 5th grade elementary school.  I
came in long after the kids had left, only ran into teachers on rare
occasion and usually had the place to myself.  Because I was generally
smarter than the average custodian, I was able to finish my work much
sooner than the hours I was given, so I had plenty of time to sit around,
watch TV, read books - whatever I wanted to do or could find to do.

   Oh yeah - I have a problem.  That's why I lost my job: I like kids.  You
know the deal.  That's why you're reading my story: You understand.

   I don't mean I like kids.  I mean I am one of "them" - the big P - a guy
who prefers little girls to big girls.  Oh, sure, I can "shtup" an adult
broad if I need the release, but, given the option, I'll take a 12 year
old, budding sweetie and teach her the mysteries of sex and love...  OK,
just the sex part.

   --which brings me to tonight.

   I was down in the first grade hallway, just about sundown.  The long
rays of the autumn sun were streaking the hallway as I moved from room to
room, emptying trash, sweeping the rooms, mopping bathrooms, picking up
toilet trash, etc., when I glanced up to see a little girl on a bicycle
pass the window at the end of the hallway.  She was too near the school to
just be accidentally passing by.  She was inside the school fence, within
10 feet of the building, and cruising a bit slow.  I had just dumped my
load of trash into the rolling cart and set the trashcan back inside the
room, closing the door, when I heard the soft thump and felt the air
pressure concussion of a door slamming way down the hallway.  I froze,
listening.  The sound came from the end of the kindergarten hallway, where
the rooms were open to one another in suites of two or three classrooms. 
The teachers shared a pair of bathrooms between rooms and often took turns
watching both rooms at once while the other teacher sneaked a few minutes
of peace.

   I moved silently down the hall to the corner.  When I peeked around, I
saw the flitting color of a skirt and one leg entering a classroom.  The
light came on, then turned off.  I ducked back and listened as soft
footsteps moved closer, then faded into another room.  Whoever it was, she
was snooping into classrooms, looking for something.  I heard drawers slide
out and in with quiet thumps - A sound I knew as a teacher's desk.  I went
around the corner and moved into a room across the hall from the noises. 
In the reflection of the glass in the hall door, I watched a girl move
about the room, playing with things, moving things around, sitting in the
too-small chairs, looking in desks.  When she tired of that room, I sensed
her steps moving toward the classroom door and into the room next to mine.
Now was my chance.

   I moved out of my classroom door into the entrance to the next room. 
The lights had been snapped on and she was over by the teacher's desk.  As
long as I stayed in the doorway, she had no escape except by me.  I watched
for a few minutes until she noticed me with a start and a gasp.  Her eyes
darted around the room, looking for an exit.  She was trapped and froze.

   "What are you doing, young lady?" I said in a soft, non-threatening
voice.  I didn't want to scare her, yet.

   "N..Nothin'...  just lookin' around, playin'," she stammered quickly.

   "Oh?  Are you trying to steal something from the teacher's desks?  It
looks like that," I offered.  Her eyes went wide.

   "Oh NO!  I promise..  I wasn't gonna steal anything...  I was just
looking ...  for somethin'...  a snack or somethin'" she quickly responded.
Her eyes still searching for a quick exit.

   "Well..  shucks, if that's all you are after," I chuckled, "I've got
plenty of them.  I know where they keep 'em," I said, using my friendliest
voice.  "In fact, I was just about to have a little break and sit down
myself.  Wanna join me?" I moved into the room, flicked on the TV and
reached in my pocket.  "Cause, if you were just a friend having a snack, I
wouldn't have to call the cops and have you arrested, would I?" I patted
the radio on my hip.  Her eyes flicked from the radio to my hand as it dug
in my pocket, to my face.  I gave her my most benign look.  "C'm'here
sweetie.  I have a choice of Snickers or 3 Musketeers.  Which would you
like?" I offered them, holding them out.

   She moved closer, eyeing the doorway, then the candy.  I sat down on a
tiny chair, tuned the TV to the local Disney cable channel that I knew most
kids watched, and placed the candy on a nearby table.  She moved a bit
closer, still cautious.  I played my trump card...

   "I'm SO glad you came in here.  It gets too quiet sometimes.  I am so
lonely, cleaning empty buildings and just hoping someone would come by and
keep me company.  Someone...  cute...kinda grownup...  like you." I scanned
her.

   She had on a school issue uniform white blouse and elastic waist plaid
skirt that went to her knees, the standard socks, and Nike's.  Her blouse
moved as she came closer and gave a hint of developing breasts.  She must
have been about 10 or 11...  maybe a small 5th grader.  Her short brown
hair fell enchantingly across her eyebrows, revealing soft brown eyes that
had my dick pulsing with anticipation.  This little cookie was smart, very
smart - perhaps a bit over-mature for her age.  She would have to be played
carefully.  I would have to take my time.

   I pushed both bars toward her and she took the Snickers.  They always go
for the Snickers.  I took the other one and opened it carefully, watching
her out of the corner of my eye.  She picked at the wrapper, then tore it
and bit off the end.  She was hungry.  Good.  She was a little neglected, I
figured.

   "So..  what brings you into Madison elementary?" I chatted as I leaned
back.  She gingerly sat on a chair opposite me, glancing at the Einstein
Kids on the tube above.  "I dunno..  nothin' to do.  My mom isn't home yet
from work.  She has to work late.  So, I was riding my bike around the
school.  They prop the end door open a lot down there and forget, so I come
in and look around." She was quick to add,"b-but I don't steal things or
tear things up...  just look around.  I don't get into this end of the
school much."

   That told me a lot: she lives nearby and attends this school.  Her mom
is unmarried and often is late coming home, and this little cutie is
looking for a friend because the neighborhood of older homes is usually
full of what I call the "Waiters" - old people waiting to go to Heaven or
the nursing home, which also tells me that mom probably rents an apartment
down the street in a small block of rundown apartments.

   We sat and munched quietly for a while, watching the show.  I laughed
when she did and when the laugh track did.  After a few minutes, I had
finished my candy bar and looked over to see that she had, too.  I reached
a hand toward her.  She flinched until she realized I just wanted the empty
wrapper.  Gently, she picked it up and placed it in my hand.  I said a
quick "Thank you" and took the wrapper out in the hallway to drop them in
my rolling trash bin.  When I returned, she had moved quickly toward the
door.  My return trapped her again and her eyes grew suspicious.

   I backed up and said "Leaving so soon?  Gee...  well, maybe you'll come
back another time.  I'm in here all night, but I get plenty of time to stop
and play if you are looking for a friend.  I'm good at checkers and I know
where all the cool computer games are kept."

   Her eyes flicked to the computers in the corner of the room, then back
to me.  Aha.  She likes computers!  Great!  I also had plenty of porn
movies and access to websites with little girls giving blow jobs to grown
men.  I decided to take that route...  later..  much later.

   I stepped back and waved her past.  She quickly escaped into the hall...
took a few steps, then turned back.  She walked back up to me, within
touching distance.  I was afraid my erection would stick out and be noticed
in my coveralls.  My dick was within inches of her face but she didn't seem
to notice.

   "Thanks for the snack.  I have ta get home before 7 because mom brings
supper...  sometimes." Sheesh.  What an awful life.  And I thought MY life
was bad.  I put on my friendly smile and patted her head gently.  "Well,
thank you for the visit.  You must be about 12 or 13, right?" She saw
throught the complement, but took it with a blush.

   "I just turned 11.  My name's Suzie." It was then that I realized that I
had not even traded names, the standard things with kids who first meet.

   "Mine's Bob," I said, pointing to the badge on my coveralls.  "My kid
friends call me Uncle Bob - or sometimes 'UncaBa', " I chuckled and she
responded with a grin that melted my heart.

   "That's silly...  UncaBa..." she giggled, "Who would call you that?"

   "Well, my friends who are cute little girls...  and," I paused
dramatically and made a sad face, "my kids...  " I trailed off, playing
another card.  "But...  I don't see them much any more.  Their mom took
them off to Maryland and I don't get to see them.  I miss my daughter..." I
looked away as if I could see my kids.  She went for it.  I felt a hand
slip into my hand and looked down to see her smiling bravely back at me.

   "Don't be sad.  I know how we miss people sometimes.I...  I don't have a
Dad..." She paused and looked back in to the classroom, watching the TV a
bit.  I was afraid to move for fear of breaking the moment.  As we stood
there, I sank down to my knees, putting my head just below her face.  I
placed my hand on her arm, squeezing a bit.  She moved a tiny bit closer.

   "Thanks, Suzie.  You are probably the sweetest girl in this whole town.
You can come back and visit anytime and I would never, ever tell on you. 
No one would ever know that we were secret friends, if you want to..." I
let the concept float in the air.  Her eyes glistened with uncried tears.
She placed her hand on my shoulder, pulling me to her in a gentle hug. 
"...k..." was all she said.  She moved away and walked silently down the
hall into the growing darkness.  I heard a soft "bye" and then the door
slammed gently.  I sat there.

   After a long minute, I rose and went into the Kindergarten bathroom to
masturbate fiercely with Suzie's face in my mind.  I shot long sweet spasms
of cum into the toilet, dripping on the seat ring.  Later, I smeared the
cum on the seat so it dried.  I was still hard, thinking about those sweet
asses sitting on my cum all the next day.  I finished my rounds, then took
a book from the library and sat in the principal's comfy office chair,
reading until dawn.  Then I went home to sleep through the day.
   Chapter 2: She Returns - coming