I have a "dirty little secret" from the office building where I used to work. I was the manager of my department (which was the entire floor) in the company I used to work for. There was this guy there, and he and his wife were janitors for the entire building. I used to go onto the 13th floor because there were no offices on that floor, and if I wanted to "rub one out" for stress release, then I would go there because the chances of someone walking in and disturbing me (or hearing me) were very minimal. One day, right after lunch, I went to the 13th floor and was hoping to take my usual spot in what I considered to be "my" stall, but the male janitor, whose name was Hank, had already perched himself there. So I went into the other stall to wait for him to finish so I could start jerking. He just kept sitting there, and as I was looking at the floor, I noticed that, based on the movements of the shadows on the floor in his stall, he was having a wank. So I started, too. A few minutes later, I heard him breathe out real heavy (it was more like a whispered moan), and I assumed that he had just cum. This became a daily event for a few months, and then it stepped up to twice a day when I started coming in 30 minutes earlier to beat the downtown traffic. I discovered that Hank and his wife also came in earlier than the rest of us, and that Hank could almost always be found whacking off in the 13th floor men's room. We would always jerk off together in separate stalls, knowing that what we were doing because we could hear each other. More than once, I actually opened my stall door and peeked through the crack of his door after he would cum so I could get a look at his cock and cum. He always had his shirt unbuttoned and would cum on his chest.
Hank was quite an ugly man. He kinda looked like a rat, and was short and skinny, but he had the biggest fucking cock I had ever seen (up to that point), and I had seen a lot of cocks by then. He also had this massive set of balls that are burned into my memory.
One afternoon, in either September or October 2004, I went for my jerk session and saw that the toilet roll dispensers had been moved, leaving a nice set of holes that led through to the other stall. Of course, I looked and saw Hank jerking his big dick. He leaned over and looked me right in the eye, and then he leaned back and started jerking again. He had this grin on his face, and pretty soon he shot a load all over his chest. The next morning, right on schedule, I walked into the men's room and he was already there. I looked through the hole (which was a little bit bigger, this time, but not big enough for a glory hole), and he started working himself up. I had never seen him soft before, but it was still quite impressive. Then he suddenly slid himself down onto the floor and shoved his cock under the stall. I didn't need an invitation. I got right down and suck him until he shot his wad right into my mouth. That afternoon, after lunch, he was waiting for me in the men's room. He showed me something that he had rigged up after our morning encounter. He had rigged up a glory hole that was hidden by the toilet roll dispenser, and all we had to do was remove the toilet rolls, slide the dispenser off its holder, and the glory hole was there. It fit his cock perfect (but I was never able to suck his balls -- too bad for me). I sucked him off twice a day every (work) day until 2008 when I ended up getting a job at another company. There are times I wish that I had never taken my new job, because now I'm so busy that I hardly ever get to suck a nice, big, hard cock. Sometimes I would feel sorry for his wife, because she worked as a janitor there, too, and she was a really sweet lady. But then again, sometimes a guy just has to get a blowjob from another guy if his lady can't do it properly.
