Not Exactly Janitorial Duties
Disclaimer: No owning Pokemon here, gay stuff, bootlicking, one underage character, janitor's closet. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
Brain am not work good.
I'm probably better at one shot stuff... also, while the cub tag may be in use, the character practically into his teens, which may be a little more suited to some folk.
Not Exactly Janitorial Duties
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Alexander Ruminoff.
Your average Spinda. Twelve years old. Stands at a simple five feet in height, weighs about 120 or so. His most prominent features are his ears(which resemble those of a rabbit's, perked upward with a darkened black swirl instead of visible flesh), and the eyes which few have seen due to his hair constantly being in the way, which was typical for his family. He also looks particularly stocky, though; all that fluffy, spotted fur makes him look a bit bigger than he actually is.
He'd made friends with Meri and Aleh, though the precocious preteen was hesitant to do so at first given his rather solitary status and gruff nature.
He was generally regarded as a leader type by the Quilava and Pikachu, and was he a good one - he wasn't exactly strong, being of only mediocre strength, but was so outspoken and awfully rude on occasion only a bully with the strength to back up his statements (Such as Olly the Gabite or Thomas the Aron) could really stand up to him. With a vocal harassment track record a mile long, the continually dizzy Pokemon was quite a force to be reckoned with.
But he felt sick.
Every time he saw him, his heart leaped in his chest. His cheeks burned on the inside as he fought a blush.
He didn't know why.
Why did he have a crush on one of the school's Janitors?
Specifically, Juan Hernandez (Juan to the kids.) A simple Garchomp, nothing too particularly exciting. He looked like the kind of fellow that had been in the army, or at least construction work - he was probably the largest man in the school (except for maybe Mr.Brenner the Ursaring) at a whopping seven and a half feet tall. His physique was veritably streamlined for his species, with a good deal of the muscle being hidden away, except around his chest and abs, where it was rather prominent. It was all usually hidden anyways beneath a drab blue janitor's outfit, fitted to be a little baggy even on his form and worn over a simple white wife beater. Despite the blue, the slick, shined black of his boots didn't exactly draw attention to themselves...
Except to Alexander.
The sound, the sight of a boot clomping on a firm floor was something that he swore made his knees weak. Was that the only reason he was totally gaga over that Garchomp? Was it the outfit?
The tail?
The star on his snout?
The way the Janitor's cap just looked so cute on his head when he mopped...
The Spinda punched himself mentally. Sure, Math is boring, but to distract himself with the mental sight of Juan clomping down the hall, offering the Spinda his hand while the dizzybear looked southwards to those boots...
"Goddamit." He mumbled to himself. The Spinda shifted about in his seat uncomfortably, now sporting a boner in his pants. He honestly didn't care if anyone saw that he had one, his disturbance coming from what he was getting it FROM. He wasn't exactly known for popping boners due to big, strong Janitors in black leather boots...
Wait a second. Was he actually WORRYING about what anyone else might think about his little crush? Alexander scratched the side of his head thoughtfully, his ears drooping down slightly. Why should he give a fuck about that? I mean... if it's an infatuation, if it's giving him a boner, hell... why shouldn't he just go for the gold?
Though, just deciding on a whim you want to get intimate with a man more than twice your age and bearing enough strength to fling you across the street and then some isn't a particularly good idea. But Alexander wasn't really about ideas... it was time for him to live in the moment!
... And hope that Juan didn't have a wife and kids. Or common sense.
The sound of the bell hit his ears, and the Spinda reached down shakily to grab his backpack. As he rose, he promptly stumbled into the Growlithe who sat behind him, but quickly spun himself off and stumbled forward a few steps, spinning around and slipping his backpack on. Despite how much easier it would've been to just wait, the Spinda began his dizzy, spinning walk out of the classroom, bumping into other students and not even offering a single shred of apology.
That's just how he rolled, and no one could blame him - an inherent Spinda quality, that perpetual dizziness and inability to even stand up straight without stumbling all over the place, protected him from most repercussions one would get for constantly running into other students. It also was, as a few girls put it: "Cute."
But girls weren't exactly interesting to him, at least not right now. School was out, and both Quilava and Pikachu were spending the night tonight... he had a few hours to spare. He just needed to wait for a little while, wait for most of the kids to head home... Library. That'd be the perfect place for him to plan out what he'd do... or just fidget about with an erection for forty-five minutes.
He was greeted with a solemn stare from both Librarians when he stumbled his way past the detectors - what he knew about them was from Aleh, who happened to have a little crush on the older of the pair. That particular man was a soft-spoken Alakazam, who talked little aside to the other librarian, a rather apathetic Hoothoot. He nodded in mid spin-step, dodging by a Zangoose and stumble-dodging away from a seat next to a Lanturn, finding himself an unoccupied table to park his rear in.
But what now? He could most certainly do homework... halfheartedly, of course. But instead of pursuing academic prowess, the Spinda opted to daydream. Sure, it's a bit of a gamble to use, especially with psychic types here and there, but he didn't care. What would the Alakazam do, saunter up to the Garchomp and tell him that a twelve-year old Spinda wanted to get frisky with him?
Besides, that was -his- plan...
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Those forty-five minutes flew by in a blur. Alexander had taken out a notebook to look like he was reviewing something, when his eyes were actually closed and he was caught in the midst of quite the raunchy daydream. He managed to snap to when the Alakazam prodded him very gently, getting him to look up. The psychic Pokemon gestured to the clock, then headed off to do whatever it is Librarians do.
The Spinda was pretty sure that his mind got read while he wasn't paying attention, but hey, he wouldn't have to worry about daydreaming longer than necessary. The Spinda stuffed his notebook back into his backpack and stumbled to his feet, tripping and nearly impacting the corner of the table as he headed out of the Library to confront the cause of the boner that had gotten his underwear a bit sticky with precum...
He wasn't hard to find. Alexander spotted him coming out of the lunchroom, pushing his mopcart... those sensitive Spinda ears picked up just the slightest of clomps from the boots before they stepped on carpeting, and he shuddered. Despite the aggravation of his erection, he did his twirling walk all the same, making his way towards the Janitor at a decent pace. A turn from the man and he was at the Janitor's closet, a somewhat spacious room that also functioned as a semi office... despite being a bit dark and humid.
Alexander watched the Garchomp disappear into the room with his cart, and the door close behind him. But he knew that door wasn't locked. Well, he hoped it wasn't. Two sidesteps and a pirouette put the twelve-year old in front of the door, behind which was exactly what he wanted. He took a deep breath, and opened the door, quickly spinning himself inside and shutting it behind him. A single twitch of the wrist locked it, and he was greeted with quite the sight.
Well, the room was not that much of a sight. It was just racked with cleaning solvents and nothing of particular interest, with a single lightbulb and a small desk, complete with spinner chair.
But there in front of him stood Juan, his shirt unbuttoned, looking like he was about to change out of those clothes. The floor was stone and the room smelled of man... not a scent that wasn't pleasant, but just a musky, strong aroma you'd expect from a strong male who'd just finished working in the light of the sun. The look he received was one of confusion, and then the Garchomp merely queried:
"What are you doing in here, kid?"
His voice was semi-deep, but had a latin flair to it, a robust accent that made him shiver.
His pants couldn't have felt tighter than they were right now.
"Oh, uh, see... Ican'tstopthinkingaboutyouandit'sgivingmeabonerespeciallythosebootsofyoursandyou'rereallyhotandIwasjustwonderingifIcouldhelpyourelievealittlestress."
Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! Alexander felt his heart splash into the pit of his stomach. Where did his courage go? It just suddenly died out and reduced him to this gibbering mess of a Pokemon. Three feet in front of him was the undoubtedly attractive Garchomp Janitor, and he felt like he was going to piss himself out of a mixture of arousal, uncertainty, and nervousness. It took the Janitor a moment to digest the long string of almost unintelligible words that the boy just spit out, then took a breath before letting out a deep, bellowing laugh and sitting down in his chair. Juan then crossed one leg over the other, displaying that black sole to the Spinda's eyes.
Th-thump.
"Un momento, chiquito. It's not every day a little boy comes up and says something like that!"
The Spinda felt mocked! He felt his face burn with blush, but also his cock jump in his pants and paint the already slightly damp inside of his briefs with more precum. The Garchomp's gaze moved to that rather obvious tenting, and his look suddenly became very serious.
Th-thump.
Juan looked like he had half a mind to beat the little Spinda silly and send him right on home. All Alexander could do was sit there, stay still, and hope to Arceus that he didn't end up in more trouble than the last time he did something stupid. The Garchomp's unflinching gaze continued for a few seconds, and then a wide grin spread out over the landshark's features. Juan uncrossed his legs, clomping his left boot on the floor, while the right instead rested outstretched on its heel, not far from the Spinda at all.
"Show me how serious you are, eh?"
Th-thump.
This was it. This was the moment. It seemed as though the Garchomp was giving him a chance, and Alexander wasn't about to pass something like that up, no sir! He knelt down and curled his paws around that boot, lifting it upwards. The scent of leather hit his nose and made his ears perk straight up in an almost cartoonish fashion, a shiver forming at the base of his neck. He quickly shifted himself slightly, force of will preventing that shudder as he pressed his nose right up against the tip, taking in another deep breath. The Janitor had certainly done his job well... even his boots were impeccably clean. Either that or he pulled some kind of quickswap magic under the Spinda's nose.
It was impossible for the Janitor to tell exactly where Alexander was looking, due to that low-hanging hair of his, but the Spinda's eyes were squarely on that boot, taking in every little aspect he could of it. Eyes traced the ridges, the curves, visualized the foot itself. Without even thinking, he pressed his cheek against the cool sole, closing his eyes and letting out a small sigh as he found himself rubbing his face against that underside. Part of him couldn't believe it, but the rest of him told that part to fuck off, and he felt relief, finally.
The Garchomp was in awe. Was this little Spinda really infatuated with him? Sure, boners come and go, but... this kid was rubbing his face all over his boot with a boner as well. In a way, it was actually pretty hot... he felt a stirring between his legs, and forced himself to sit up a little more straight. He wasn't actually expecting Alexander to have done anything, and a mild bout of panic settled in until a quick look upwards revealed that the door was locked. He let out a sigh, curling his toes within the boot and pushing it forward slightly, grinding it against the Spinda's cheek and causing the boy to visibly shiver.
"F-Fuck..." whispered Alexander, reaching down to his pants and beginning to fiddle with the button, needing to free his shaft desperately from the confines that made it ache. It took no time at all, and the Spinda's uncut, cinnabar coloured cock slapped against his tummy as it was freed, head giving a mighty throb as a dribble of precum made its way down the underside. At a simple four inches in length, the Spinda is nicely sized, but he knows the Pokemon in front of him probably has one that'd put his own to shame. The thought of that was enticing, but the only thing going on right now was this boot and his muzzle.
It's then he did another thing he didn't expect. His tongue slipped out from within his maw, and he gave a single, long lap from heel to toetip. The taste wasn't exactly pleasant; given the material... but God did it turn Alexander on even more. Juan felt his cock swell up, causing quite the tent in his own pants, making him reach down and adjust it. He was a little worried at first, but... what's the worst that could happen? That grin came over the bigger Pokemon's face once again, and he gave a little slack to his boot for a mere moment before pressing it against the Spinda's muzz. As if it were a command, the boy's tongue slipped out again, drawing another wide, slick line along the sole of the Garchomp's boot.
Swirl-marked ears twitched as he heard the sound of a zipper being tugged down, but he didn't stop his lusty caress of that boot with his tongue. He'd gotten over the taste now, and was set on making the entire sole shine with his own spit... but he did cast a glance upward to see. A thick, fat bulge is what greeted him, shrouded in a shimmery material - the Garchomp was wearing a speedo! A clearly more liquid spot crowned that fat tent, and despite the scent of boot in his nose, Alexander could catch the smell of raw male arousal, and his cock sputtered some precum onto his shirt in response. Juan rested his arms again, just continuing to grin as he watched the Spinda lick his boot and squirm around from his covered scent... what a treat he'd happened upon today!
Alexander finally finished his tonguebath of the underside, pulling his head back and dropping his hands to his knees, panting... God did that man smell fucking amazing.
"Go on, smell... but do not expose me." Was the quiet order of the Garchomp, and the Spinda was more than happy to comply. In a split second he'd mashed his nose up against the Janitor's speedo, smearing precum on his nose with a deep shudder as he received the scent in near-full. So intoxicating, so powerful was this scent, it held Alexander there, preventing the poor Spinda from even garnering enough will to reach down and begin jerking himself off. He knew in the back of his mind that he was under the Garchomp's complete control now, and his ability to think for himself was light at best. It was then he realized - it wasn't a crush he had, it was pure, carnal attraction to this man.
Juan carefully gripped the back of the Spinda's head and grinded his face hard into that bulge, smearing some more light streaks of precum around and receiving a groan that reverberated lightly through his flesh. If this little Spinda loved his scent so much, he was going to get the boy absolutely drunk on it. The Garchomp wiggled his rear back a little, scooting the pants down his legs a little more in the process, and guided Alexander's nose beneath the generous swell of his balls, mashing it up against his taint. A huff of hot breath and another vibrating moan teased that sensitive spot, the boy getting the strongest infusion of musk so far. The room was beginning to catch all the heat, and both boy and man were beginning to sweat, and for the latter, it was amplifying that powerfully hypnotic scent all the more.
Alexander looked upwards along that body as it received a light, new coating of sweat, a few drops beginning to roll down the Garchomp's toned front. Too hot, but he couldn't move. He wanted to take off his shirt, but he'd have to move his head away from the scent, and... he just couldn't resist. His tongue poked out again, and he lapped at Juan's spandex covered perineum a couple of times, the light twinge of sweat tickling his tongue and sliding down his gullet as he swallowed. The Garchomp grunted and let up a little, then pressed firmly on the back of Alexander's head once again.
"Lick."
That single command wedged itself firmly into the Spinda's brain, and he began to lap away at the Garchomp's covered taint, tasting more sweat and the material itself. The boy's head was relieved of its pressure, and the Garchomp's legs lifted upwards. With the Spinda licking him there and wearing boots at the same time, it was quite a chore to attempt removing his pants like this, but he persevered, and it paid off as he managed to free one leg from his pants, at the brief cost of squeezing Alexander's muzzle between his thighs for a couple seconds. The boy wasn't going to argue with that, oh no, not with a lap almost completely soaked in thin, sticky pre, and his nose exactly where he wanted it to be.
The pants were easier to get off the next leg, and the Janitor then removed his shirt, leaving him clad in only boots and a pre/spit soaked speedo and giving his body a little more breathing room, as shiny as it was getting. The licking at his taint was becoming quite teasing, however nice it was, and all it took to move the Spinda was a light tug of those ears, and the boy was soon licking over the front of Juan's speedo, sampling the precum and making the garment shimmer all the more. His cock throbbed hard beneath the garment, and he could catch the much lighter scent of the Spinda's own arousal and preseed, which made his dick throb all the more. He needed something a bit more direct than just licking, and he'd need it pretty soon.
Fireworks were going off inside of Alexander's head. Earlier today he'd have never expected he'd be in the Janitor's closet with a fucking hot Garchomp, licking over what's probably going to be the fattest cock he'd ever seen. But that was only that light bit of consciousness he was holding onto, otherwise feeling as though he were numb, arms and legs only responding to the word of the Garchomp. But fuck, he needed to jerk himself so bad right now - his dick was painfully hard, leaking all over the place and making a mess of his shorts and the hem of his shirt. He finally received a break as the Garchomp groaned, pulling his head back off of his groin and letting out a low whistle.
"What say you get rid of those clothes, eh amigo?" he asked, and Alexander immediately complied.
His shirt was tugged off and tossed aside, fur slightly matted from sweat, and his pants were unzipped just a little more and wiggled out of. He now stood naked in front of that sexy Janitor... aside still wearing a pair of shoes. Juan grunted as he peered at the Spinda's shaft, that glistening cinnabar boyhood that was positively begging for any sort of pleasure to grace it, but unable to receive any at all. Juan slipped his thumbs underneath the hem of his speedo and chuckled, tugging it outwards a bit; he could see his own dick, but the Spinda was still only privy to the bulge it made in the spit and sweat-soaked fabric. But the time for teasing was almost over, however much he wanted to see how the boy would react to more and more of it.
"Close your eyes."
The Garchomp stood and Alexander did so, no confirmation necessary as Juan knew that the boy was under his 'spell'. He wriggled out of his speedo and held up the garment, grinning for a second as he stretched it out, then swiftly snapped the crotch of it right over the Spinda's nose, making the boy wear his speedo as if it were a mask. Alexander shuddered and moaned, sinking to his knees in a small puddle of his own precum as his nose was assaulted with pure musk once again, completely spacing the now almost fully nude Garchomp in front of him. Juan grinned, observing for a moment before reaching downwards and taking his speedo back, tossing it off to the side and tilting the boy's head upwards.
"Now look."
Alexander's eyes opened up and was greeted with the sight of that massive erection that dwarfed his own. It matched the Janitor's size perfectly, coming out from just under the yellow patch of flesh on his toned tummy. It was a dark blue in hue, much like most of his skin, and had quite a thick foreskin that looked quite pliable. The Spinda was drawn out of his little trance as a drop of thick pre splattered onto his nose, and his eyes looked upward, catching the Garchomp's alluring, cocky gaze.
What occurred next was a rapid blur, even for the Garchomp. The Spinda's senses and sexual drive kicked into high gear, that scent-paralysis giving way to solid, controlling lust as the boy jumped. Juan fell back into his chair as the Spinda ended up straddling his thighs, small fingers gripping and squeezing at those shoulders of his.. Alexander wasn't able to control his motions any more than before, body on full autopilot as he began to thrust, gliding his cock against the Garchomp's own again and again. Pre mixed together, pooling around the base of Juan's fat dick when it didn't get sputtered against that sculpted chest. It was a curious change of pace for the Garchomp, but it was something he particularly enjoyed. While the Spinda wasn't exactly built, the feeling a firm, hot body gliding against his own, flesh caressing flesh was quite addicting.
Juan rested his arms again as Alexander's hands squeezed as his shoulders, the boy pushing his nose against the man's chest, breathing in the hot, humid musk once again, snuffling along to his underarms and catching it there as well. His hips were pistoning back and forth, and whenever they didn't make his cock grind against the much larger one, it would instead slide against those toned abs and produce an equally pleasurable feeling as his foreskin was drawn back and forth. The Garchomp's extra skin was tickled and tugged lightly by the Spinda's damp fur, giving extra little jolts of pleasure up and down the length of his shaft. The sensation was easily better than playing with it himself... but then again, he knew that's usually how it goes when you've got a partner.
The poor Spinda was positively too worked up to last any longer, and let out a cry of delight as his cock began to jerk and sputter his own musky scented goo over the Janitor's cock and abs. It wasn't too much, just four good, thick spurts before it oozed its last onto the cum-covered dick. But through that, Juan felt that Alexander wasn't getting soft. The hot, wet, sex-scented air saw to that, keeping the Spinda's brain in overdrive and his dick as hard as a rock. But the fact of the matter was: Juan hadn't hit climax yet. Firm hands pushed the Spinda back and down onto the ground despite the squeezing at his shoulders, the boy's cock slapping and beginning to dribble against those boots. His nose was pressed into his own cum on the Garchomp's firm tummy, and he thrust his still-stiff dick against the smooth leather of the boot.
He'd never been so turned on in his life.
Alexander began to lick up his own semen, tongue trailing along the firm contours of the exercised abs, not even paying attention to the Garchomp's own dripping cock as he lapped up cum and sweat alike. It was another weak spot for the Janitor, his dick wasn't being touched, but the sensation of that tongue sliding along his abs, knowing exactly what the boy is licking up... fuck. He groaned again, cock giving another healthy spurt of clear goop onto his chest, catching a few rolling beads of sweat. His whole body tensed as that tongue moved, lapping directly onto his cock, cleaning it of the dizzy panda's cum... but just like that, it was gone as soon as it was clean. Alexander's tongue swirled around the base, cleaning it of precum, then moved on to continue lapping over those abs, tongue touching as far as it could go, getting a few trails of pre as they dribbled down his chest.
The Spinda's hips weren't stopping for a second, continuing to fuck the front of that boot with wild abandon - his balls were a little tender from the repeated slapping, but the intense feeling of his cock gliding against the pre-covered leather outweighed that slight pain. A few beads of sweat dripped from his chin and pattered against the Garchomp's thighs, rolling downwards onto the seat or leaving a trail as they went down the backs of his calves. The boy's hands grew zealous, sliding backwards, gripping at Juan's firm ass while he hotly tonguebathed that tummy again and again. While the Garchomp wasn't one for having his ass touched, he'd bear it because he was pretty goddamn close to orgasm at this point, and didn't want to stop Alexander for anything.
But it was not he who came first. The Spinda groaned again, hormone-drunk body tensing as his muzzle was buried underneath the Garchomp's sac once more. He lapped and licked, seeking to heighten his pleasure as his second orgasm crashed down upon him with even more force than before. He was more sensitive, and the orgasm came much more powerfully than the last - Juan could feel the first firm 'ping' as the Spinda's cock pegged his boot with a shot of white, then another, and another as he wriggled and thrust all the while. That alone was enough - the mental image of that cock spraying goopy strings of white all over his boot was just too much for the Garchomp to handle.
With a deep groan and a squeeze to the base of his own cock, Juan came. Nothing came out at first however, the Garchomp squeezing his dickbase so painfully tight it all backed up for a second. A moment later that pressure was released, and hot, musky cum fired from the revealed tip of the Garchomp's cock, splatting lewdly against the wall above his head. The second and third shots were kept under control however, aimed towards that glistening chest and leaving sloppily swirled white lines along the dark blue flesh. Unlike the Spinda, the Garchomp was a little pent up, and had a good bit of size... so even after the fourth shot of cream it was still coming, a single flex causing a stronger spurt to arc high in the air and spatter across Juan's snout.
Alexander was huffing and puffing there, but his dick still throbbed in the mess he'd made on the Janitor's lovely boots. More... he needed more. As the Garchomp reclined there panting as well, cum drooling lazily from his cocktip, the Spinda pulled back and went down to all fours. He set his tongue to work cleaning the top of that boot of his own spunk, blended together with the light tastes of leather and sweat. His hips twitched again as he slurped away, swiftly cleaning the boot and still wanting more. Juan turned his gaze upon the Spinda in the semi-afterglow, only to see the boy begin slurping off the cum from his shaft, but ignoring it as soon as it was clean. After all, the Garchomp had quite the messy chest, and Alexander was going to have every inch of it cleaned.
A light jerk came from the Janitor as the Spinda's tongue slid over a nipple, hardly sensual, but definitely a firm enough touch to elicit a response. God it was fucking hot watching Alexander's tongue sliding across his soaked chest, damp chest grinding against his cock as it gave up the very last of his cum for the orgasm. And as the boy finished up, he wobbled, and fell back onto his rear, dick twitching as he panted there on the floor. The Garchomp let out a breathy chuckle, giving his cock a stroke and a waggle to let the last drop spatter onto the floor. He leaned forward, resting his palms on his knees as his tail buffeted the wall behind him twice.
"You missed a spot." He murmured, gesturing to the rope of cum over his snout.
It took a moment for the Spinda to respond, but when he did, it was in a sultry, rude tone:
"What do I look like, a fag? Wipe it off yourself."
What a mouth! Juan had heard a few stories, and this pretty much sealed the truth to them all. He reached down and picked up his shirt, wiping his snout clean as he reclined once more.
"I'm not going to call you in the morning, you know." He joked, grinning.
"I wouldn't answer if you did."
"Does this mean you want to fool around some other time, chiquito?"
To this, Alexander could only mumble and give a half-hearted nod. He may have licked his own cum off of a hot guy's chest, licked his taint and fucked the front of his boot, but he wasn't some faggot.
That much he knew.
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Yeah, I've got a total fucking boner for Garchomps, especially as I described Juan.
I am -extremely- proud of this story.