When The Janitor Sweeps In

No-one every told me it would be such a slippery slope. No one ever said that it could happen so easily. But within a short few months, I discovered a source of pleasure I never thought I'd ever feel. I wish I could sum it up easily, but it wouldn't do it justice to the experience. And to be honest, I don't think I'd go back and change anything at the start of that new year.

I thought we were having the time of our lives already! My wife, Amanda and I finally took the leap and bought a home close to the school where she had been teaching for the last four years. We met about three years prior, when she was still fresh as an educator. I still remember the way she looked and what she wore when she walked into my training.

I was just an educational tech trainer at the time for the school district. Teachers would come in and get the lay of the computer systems from me before they started in their jobs. In that time, I finally got a chance to work up to a Technology Specialist role where I get to be responsible for an individual school's technology department.

And yes, you guessed it, I landed the job at Amanda's school... sparking the whole search and relief of finding a house nearby. She had already briefed me of the tech woes they had there, but from what I could gather, it wasn't bad at all. I was looking forward to getting to know people beyond just the handful of trainings that I would see them.

"C'mon we don't want to be late for your first day!" Mandy beamed at me while I fiddled with the key to the front door.

"We're literally an 8 minute walk away." I hustled up behind her and handed her breakfast shake.

"You're going to love it here." Mandy smiled.

I held my own reservations on that. I had been rusty in working on relationships beyond just the scope of trainings. I've never been good at small talk. Frankly, I was afraid I would fall into the stereotype of being the IT nerd that was always awkward. Amanda did her best to give me an idea of the administration, but I could hardly keep the names straight.

We parted ways at her classroom, careful not to do the whole PDA thing and be professional. Her whole grade group was already in the room. I caught a quick glance and saw that there were two older teachers and two younger teachers. They all taught 3rd grade. Amanda confided in me that she was excited to get the newer teachers in so that she wouldn't be referred to as the "eager beaver" anymore. I think part of her was just glad to be not part of the old or new guard.

When I got to my office, I tried the key and found the door wouldn't budge. Just when I was thinking the first day was going great. I ended going to the front office and the secretary tells me that they had re-keyed some of the doors over the summer. I had picked up my set earlier when I learned I had the job at the end of the last academic year.

"You'll have to go to the Custodian's office..." The secretary looked over her shoulder at the school floor plan and back at me, "You know where that is right?" She pointed at it on the map and said nasally, "It's right here."

I felt like I was in a maze even thought I had been to the school before this morning. It wasn't hard to miss the Custodian's office doors, they just looked slate blue and industrial. I knocked on the one already ajar.

"Come on in!" A booming voice called out.

I walked in and found this hulking figure behind desk casually scrolling on the computer in front of him. "Uh, I was told to come here to get some help with my keys?" I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little uneasy.

"Aw Yeah!" He stood up, tall. I had to guess at least 6'2'' (later I'd find I wasn't far off, 6'4'') because I was only 5'7''. And the hulking was an understatement. He bounded over fast and held his arm out to me, muscles holding his sports shirt hostage in the sleeves. "Name's Rodrick. New Head Custodian."

"Oh okay. Uh, I'm Peter. Grant." I shook his hand, barely getting some fingers across his large palm. "Uh I'm the new Technology Specialist."

"Aw alright, I see you fellow newbie. We gonna have to stick together." Rodrick patted my shoulder as he passed me, jingling the keys on his belt. "Let's get you in that office." He took off and then waited for me to lead the way.

I truly didn't know what to say. The awkward silences were coming true as we walked along the hallway. I pointed at the door to my office and he stepped forward. I don't think I'd ever see a man this big before. In the time it took me to look up at him, he already turned and unlocked the door!

"There you go Pete." Rodrick smiled a gap-tooth grin.

"Oh thanks." I hobbled in from under his shadow, flicking on the light and putting my bag on the desk. I heard his footsteps behind me.

"Yep." Rodrick looked over the office. "Only thing you missing is a hot coffee."

"That does sound like it would it the spot right now." I nodded.

"Well I usually got a pot going first thing when I get here. You very welcome to bring something to fill up." He smiled.

"Wow, I appreciate that Rodrick." I smiled in earnest. Now I was feeling welcome.

"No problem man." He turned to the door. "Aye, and just call me Roddy. I'll give you a call when I got the keys ready for you to pick up. If you ain't hear from me by 10, just come by."

In the time I waited, I got most of my office unpacked. I had the long task of setting of the computer lab, but most of the curriculum around that wouldn't start until a few weeks. But my work was cut out for me when I had to manually push updates to staff computers so that they could receive auto updates from the cloud.

Roddy hadn't called so I figured I would start with his computer and take a mug with me for the coffee. The Custodian's office was on the way to the cafeteria and I just ended catching the migration of students getting to breakfast. When I turned the corner, I saw Roddy standing right outside his door, giving low-fives to the students and grinning. The teachers herded them along and I gave some low-fives too.

"Man this is a great gig." Roddy looked on as the last of the classes moved away from us.

"Definitely." I added.

"That was second grade right?" Roddy asked. "Man I can't even keep em' straight."

"Oh I think it was third grade." I corrected him. I recognized one of the teachers in Amanda's group.

"Oh alright." Roddy squinted. "Mmhmm, I'm gonna have to put some names to faces. Sounds like you know some?"

"Just a few. I think that last class was Ms. Harris's class." I followed him into his office and held out my mug.

"Ms. Harris huh?" Roddy looked deep in thought as he filled up me on coffee. "She must be new."

"She is..." I cocked my head in surprise, "How'd you figure?"

"C'mon man." Roddy looked at me incredulously and lowered his voice. "Pretty young thing like that? Bet she just graduated last year." He handed me my keys.

"Yeah you're probably right." I said, getting ready to launch into a whole explanation about how the school was largely seen as a starter school for teachers before they got cushier jobs. But before I could, Roddy stood up and strode over to the door, waving me over.

"Hey there." Roddy stepped out and gave some low-fives. "How y'all doing?"

"Good!" The class responded in unison as they filed by. I recognized Amanda following behind them, smiling at me and then at Roddy.

"Hey there, good morning." Roddy said warmly.

"Hello!" Amanda smiled and stopped her class. "Class this is our new custodian, Mr. Gates. Say hello." They obeyed and replied. She waved to me and led them on.

We repeated this with the next class, except Ms. Harris did not stop her class. We still said hello and watched them walk by and turn a corner.

"Whoo...," Roddy shook his head, "She a cold one." He laughed and leaned towards me. "She might be new here but what she working with back there look experienced and mature, heh."

"Hah..." I didn't know how to respond other than nervously and in agreement. "Yeah no doubt."

Roddy stepped back into his office while I stood in the doorway. "Oh well, we got all school year right?" I nodded. "And who was that blonde? I wonder how she knew my name. I ain't even meet her."

"Oh!" I smiled, "That's Mrs. Gills, shes--" I began to make the connection. She kept her maiden name at least for work.

"Mrs. Gills huh?" Roddy nodded to himself. "She seem real friendly-- mmhmm. Tall." He laughed. I was no stranger to hearing that as a guy just shorter than his partner.

"Uh... yeah I dunno!" I nervously chuckled and looked around. I looked down the hall and grasped the keys in my hand. "Alright well, I appreciate the help Roddy."

"Yeah man come by any time." Roddy was looking at the phone directory on his desk. "We gonna have to stick together, not a whole lot of guys in the building." He looked up at me grinning as I stepped away. "But that ain't a bad thing!"

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Later that evening Amanda and I got into bed and both laid there a little listless. I looked over and she was in mid-yawn.

"What a day." I looked over and smiled. I rolled over and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"You're telling me." Amanda yawned again and rolled to her side, facing away from me. I nuzzled in close and felt my dick nuzzle into her cheeks. "Oh I'm beat." She didn't have to say more.

"Me too." I sighed.

"How was your first day?"

"Oh you know, pretty boring. I spent most of my day in setting up my office. I feel like they put me in a closet." I lamented on the offshoot space from the lab.

"Yeah that is a tiny room. Maybe you can move your desk out." Amanda patted my shoulder.

"Yeah maybe." I pondered on it. "The desk is pretty heavy though, I'd probably need some help to move it."

"Oh true." Amanda was silent, no doubt slipping into sleep. "What about your new buddy, the custodian?" I could hear her smirk. I have notoriously never made friends that easily and she knew it.

"Oh yeah." I was surprised she remembered that from this morning. "He's cool... lot of energy. I suppose that would be his job right." I heard her chuckle. "By the way, how did you know his name?"

"I was looking over the phone directory at my desk and saw it. There are a lot of new people this year."

"That makes sense." Of course that's the sensible thing to do. "Speaking of which, how is the rest of your new group?" I asked, specifically recalling the image of Ms. Harris.

"They're fine." Amanda had some disappointment in her voice. I didn't say anything and knew she would volunteer. "I feel like I'm going to be the workhorse. The other two old teachers as giving me the task of mentoring the new teachers."

"Oh that sucks."

"I thought Melissa would manage better." Amanda confided about her friend from college. Melissa Harris. "She could get by on her charm when she was a student, but I'm afraid it doesn't work the other way." I was assuming she meant her big butt instead of her big brain.

"Well we all can't be as well--" I squeezed Amanda's ass, "endowed, as you."

"Nice try!" She pulled my hand away. "Good night!"

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The next couple of weeks were fairly uneventful. I was still going around and on the verge of finishing up the manual updates. I didn't realize it but I hadn't done Roddy's computer yet. I was in such a rush to leave that first day that I totally forgot. It didn't even come to mind the few times I had dropped in his office to grab some coffee.

So it was quite a surprise when he popped his head into my office one day. We had discussed moving my desk before but this wasn't planned. My surprise was genuine.

"Hey Roddy. What can I do for you?" I asked

"Pete I got some issues with my computer." Roddy stood on the doorway. "You got a minute to take a look at it?"

"Sure thing. I'll come take a look now." I followed him to his office. If anything else in the school wasn't working, he'd be the one trying to fix it. It felt kind of empowering to think computers was my thing. I was like the custodian of computers.

"It's just been running real slow." Roddy stood behind me while I sat at his desk on the computer.

"Well you do need some new updates." I clicked around the screen, doing diagnostic. "I could probably do the rest of this remote if you to get moving."

"Remote?" Roddy sounded concerned. "You mean you can just start using my computer from somewhere else?"

"Oh yeah." I said as a matter of fact. "We do it all the time to fix problems for people across the district."

"Dang for real?" Roddy was really dumbfounded. "You mean you can be in there watching through that?" He pointed to the integrated webcam.

"Well no not that." I had to think about it, it was feasible, but not a stock option. "The school network is basically covered with extra protection, you know... for the students." I thought about using the analogy of a condom protecting you from unwanted things... but maybe that would've been patronizing.

"Oh gotcha. Can't have em looking at the fun stuff." Roddy chuckled. "Alright then Pete, I trust you to get it right. I appreciate it." He started to make for the door and turned before he left. "I gotta take care of some stuff, but you welcome to work on it here."

"Certainly. It should be good to go when you get back." I gave him the thumbs up.

The computer was running slow. I went into the browser and made sure all the settings were right to clear it often. Turns out they weren't. He had a back log of browsing history for the last month.

You can't blame me for being curious. If you had access, you would peruse too. It was mostly just links to a variety of talk sports pages. Largely college football. I learned Roddy had his own Wikipedia page. He was a defensive lineman for the Gulf Coast College, stats were decent. Some online shopping searches, stuff like clothes and tools.

It didn't seem like anything malicious could have come through. Then I did another search through our traffic manager console, to which only I have access. Essentially it is a log of every request. That's where I leaned in a bit.

It had collected all the requests that were filtered out. I definitely gained some perspective there. Searches like "thicc" and "pawg" came up. Some of the things I wasn't even aware of and needed to look up for myself. "Snow-bunny" really threw me for a loop.

Back in my office, I jumped on a WiFi hot-spot and off the school network to do my own research. Holy cow was it informative. It was an intimate look into who Roddy was. Now it all made sense. The off hand comments and attention to some select teachers like Ms. Harris. Roddy had a type and it was white women with big butts.

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As we approached mid-term, it almost became a fun game in watching Roddy do his thing. Usually you could hear him jingling his keys in the hallway. There was seldom a time where I wouldn't see him not in conversation with some staff member, usually a lady, with him deeply engaged. Amanda and I caught up about it at lunch one day.

"He's definitely not a shy one!" Amanda laughed at everything I had shared.

"Yeah it does make for good entertainment." I laughed too. "I almost feel bad for Melissa to have to deal with it."

"Oh please." She rolled her eyes. "I have a feeling she eats it up. But I'm pretty sure she has a boyfriend."

"The plot thickens." I smiled, wondering what Roddy would have to say about that. We had developed some camaraderie as I recognized he had confided in me since day one. And it seemed just the thought of him made him appear.

He stood in the doorway. "Ah Pete you got a minute?" Roddy looked in the room and saw Amanda. "Oh my bad."

"No no..." Amanda got up and packed up her lunch. "I was just leaving. I need to get back to my planning." She turned to me, "I'll see you later." Roddy stood back to let her out, taking the full sight in of my wife. "Bye Mr. Gates."

"Bye Miss Mandy." Roddy chuckled coyly and waved her off. He strut in and sat where she was sitting and looked back. "Love to see em walk away in them heels. Mmm." He looked at me. "You tryna get up into that?"

"Hah--" I smirked and shook my head. In a matter I was. "You could say that." Roddy held his hand up to give me five. "But I should come clean. She's my wife."

Roddy's jaw dropped. "Oh shit... man!" He recognized his error but I was surprised he didn't elaborate an apology. "Well good on you man. I be honest, when I first met your lady, I had feeling she was trying to get knocked up. How long y'all been married?"

"What? Just about four years" He never ceased to surprise me with his thought process. How could he know?

"Hell yeah. Then we know it's time." Roddy was convinced of his ability to sniff something like this out. Last week he told me Ms. Harris had just done leg day because he could tell just looking at her tights. "They just act a certain way, almost aggressive, trying to get that dick to fill it up." He sounded like a wild man saying it. "Look like you got work to do!" He held his fist out to bump.

"Ha... okay." I humored him. "So what did you need?" I put my lunch away.

"Man my computer been acting up again. You think you can come by and take a look?"

"Sure... when do you want me to come by?"

"Any time is fine. I'll leave it open for you since I gotta take care of some shit on the playground. I probably be out most the afternoon." Roddy said.

When I finally got done with all the district work I had that day, I figured I would get out of my office and head to Roddy's instead of doing it remotely. His office was definitely more lived in than what I remembered at the start of the academic year. A lot more tools laying around and more disorder. I wasn't surprised to find the same on his computer.

There were columns upon columns of shortcuts on his desktop. Files were saved without rhyme or reason. There was clearly no system of organization. I didn't want to disrupt it too much in the event he had some specific reason for having it this way. Oftentimes it's worse to mess with someone workspace no matter how messy. I cleared out the things that I could and did a file size search.

That led to something intriguing. There was a folder of photos labeled SPORTS. The thumbnail drew me in. It was full of action shots of women's volleyball from some professional league. I could see the appeal. Women in short shorts with thick thighs and nice butts. Of course this would be Roddy's kryptonite.

"Shoot what a day." Roddy appeared in the doorway. I'd never seen him that beat. I knew it was a hot day out there, but his dark brown skin was shining. Now I had believed the saying-- black people don't sweat, they glisten. I tried to stifle a smile about it. "You got me sorted out?" He walked around to the desk and I closed out the folder.

"Yep I think so." I waved to the computer. "Just had to clear some cache and did a restart. It should run a little better now. But I'd say try to do some file clean up when you can, just so it doesn't get overloaded."

"Gotcha." Roddy nodded, looking at the screen. "Sorta like a pipe that got backed up, gotta make sure it don't clog up."

"Yeah sort of like that." I shrugged. "Well almost the end of the day, I'm gonna go pack it up."

"Shoot, me too." Roddy wiped his brow and hung his tool belt on the work bench. "Gotta take care of a couple things here and head out."

I made my way back to my office and shut the door. I couldn't shake the folder that I found on his computer. The more I thought about it, the wilder the thought became. Roddy must have been in paradise working here... there were so many teachers that fit that bill in some fashion. But why volleyball players?

My curiosity got the best of me and I ended up remote viewing into his computer again. I wasn't worried about being tracked since I could do it in a covert way. I figured he wouldn't be there anyway to see his mouse moving by itself on his screen. But to my surprise, it was moving by itself on the screen. Roddy was using his computer.