Love in the Closet
Chapter 2: A New Member of the Family
Janitor Johnson whistled, twirling his key ring around on his index finger. Deep down he wished he had a better job than a high school janitor, and he was constantly telling kids his story. He laid the awfulness on thick so that maybe someone out there might realize how vital a GED was for their future. But no one ever listened to lowly Janitor Johnson. Oh, no. Why should anyone ever care about him? He's just the stinking janitor.
But he tried to make the best of it. Although that gets tough when you have to clean up some boy's shit off the bathroom floor. Who the hell poops on the floor? Didn't Momma tell them how to use a toilet? Let alone a diaper?
Anywhoozle, Janitor Johnson was just strolling along heading to his closet to retrieve some extra garbage bags when he heard the banging. Oh great, he thought, someone's locked an insecure freshman in my closet again. He sighed.
"All right, all right. It's okay I'm here. I'll get you out of this closet, okay?" The banging continued. He heard muffled groans emanating from behind the door. "Quit beating up the poor freshman you arrogant senior!" Vaguely he wondered why they didn't want a public fight like normal kids. Cowards. Janitor Johnson kicked open the door and couldn't believe the sight before his eyes.
There were freshmen, all right. But they weren't getting beat up.
They were having an orgy.
And Janitor Johnson was very jealous.
"Uhhh, this isn't what it looks like. . ." said a chubby boy with flawless eyebrows.
A twitchy boy was still clinging to the chubby one, begging for more. By the looks of the white foam around his mouth, Janitor Johnson was more than sure that he'd had plenty. Another boy—pale, blond—was enjoying himself in a back corner.
Twitchy jerked to realization when he noticed they had company. "Oh, no! Uhhh," he stammered, kicking Chubby away from him. "Get off me! They tried to rape me, Mr. Johnson!" He wasn't very convincing, being naked and all. Honestly, there wasn't anything he had to show off down there. Except what appeared to be a bobby pin.
Janitor Johnson sized them all up. They'd probably never been in trouble before in their lives—except Blondie—and he felt bad for them. If he turned these kids in he'd ruin their future and they'd be living the same fate he is today. And that is something he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy. And you know what? Janitor Crabtree can take care of the poop today for a change.
"What are your names?" he asked as if they were getting into trouble.
Twitchy sighed. "I'm Peaches. This is Cinnamon Buns. And that's Marshmallow," he gestured to the kid in the corner who moaned and sent white specks flying everywhere. One landed on JJ's mustache and he nonchalantly licked it right up.
"I'm not going to turn you boys in," he said simply.
"Oh, great. Blackmail. I knew it," muttered Cinnamon Buns.
JJ shook his head. "Not blackmail."
The three looked up at him confused.
His lips twitched into a naughty smile. "I'm going to join you."