Carly The Young Cleaner

My name is Carly. I am 14 years old and as a summer job, I had been cleaning the offices in this building for the last three months. The money was ok and the work wasn’t too bad . . . wiping the desks, cleaning the cups, vacuuming the floors, cleaning the bathrooms, etc.

The people are fine, and most of them have gone home by the time I arrive, so I generally get left alone and usually do things my own way. I have to wear a uniform but I take off my shoes and walk around barefoot. By the time I get around to the end of my shift, everyone has left so it starts to get real quiet.

The last job on the list . . . and the worst part . . . is cleaning the bathrooms (not a nice job). The women’s are ok, but the men’s always smell and there’s pubic hair everywhere. I had finished cleaning the bathrooms and was just putting the last of the cups away, as well as taking down the ‘wet floor’ signs and then it’s time to go home. The signs were holding the toilet doors open . . . to let a breeze through to let them dry. I stopped just as I got to the first gents door, and listened, and I knew there was definitely someone inside, as I could hear them taking a pee.

I waited, but he seemed to be peeing forever . . . god, he must have needed that. I

decided that if I was going to avoid re-cleaning the urinals, I would wait until he had finished, make sure he knew that I was there . . . and I knew who he was, and hopefully embarrassment would keep him a bit cleaner.

He had stopped peeing, so I got my courage up and walked in. As I walked round the second door, I saw him at the first urinal, with his back to me. I stopped dead in my tracks, and I was right . . . he had stopped having a pee, but by the looks of his hand . . . he was either giving it a really good shake . . . or he was jerking off!

I stood there half expecting him to stop and say ‘oh sorry’ and leave, but he just carried on. He had no idea I was there . . . with my bare feet on a tiled floor. I had not made a sound and I felt a rush of heat spread across my chest . . . causing my nipples to become stiff. I began to feel conscious of my blushing. Here was a very handsome young man (maybe 22), 10 feet in front of me, having a wank.

I thought I couldn’t just stand there . . . what if he turned and saw me . . . what would he think? I decided to leave, but as I started to edge backwards . . . I caught the back of my head on the towel dispenser.



“Ouch!”

Shit, he turned the instant the words left my lips. He stood almost facing me, his hand still wrapped around his hard-on. His pants were undone at the top . . . but although his belt was still fastened, the area above his cock was recently shaved, making him look even younger than he was. I couldn’t help looking at his cock . . . my eyes just focused on it and wouldn’t move on. He swore and stammered something about being sorry, but no matter how hard he tried . . . he just couldn’t get his erection back in.

I have only had one boyfriend before and have only touched one stiff cock outside of his jeans but nothing the size of this guys. It looked more like 7 or 8 inches, and what’s more, he had no public hair! I hadn’t noticed at first, it just hit me that there was not all that pubic hair above his cock, he was bald as a young boy .