The final bell rang, and Jeff found himself wondering what was going to happen next. He could hear the sound of students in the halls heading home for the day, and he imagined that surely Simon would return to release him--thought he wasn't quite sure he wanted to be released, the more he thought about it. That was ridiculous though. He didn't...want to be here, it was just a trick! Now that the room was quiet, and the other jocks had left, maybe he'd be able to make his escape. He looked around, and spied the showers, which weren't too far off from the pile of filthy jockstraps he was still kneeling on in the corner of the room. If he could just get over there and wash himself off, maybe he'd be able to break the spell that was holding him here.
The next task, however, was convincing his body to agree with him. It seemed perfectly content to stay right where it was, kneeling in the foul odors around him, feeling the cum drying on his skin, still tasting the lingering funk of Chris's rank ass on his tongue. He worked on his hands first, extending them as far as he could, reaching out to the tile, feeling it on his hands. He leaned over, so he was on his hands and knees, and tried to crawl away, but his knees refused to come away from the pile. Exhausted, he laid down for a moment, the scents of the jocks washing over him, and he quickly sat up, realizing how dangerous it would be to lie down. He had to keep his head clear as best he could, no matter what.
Another idea occurred to him--if he couldn't get away from the pile, perhaps he could take the pile with him. He grabbed some of the jocks, socks and gear around him and pushed it towards the showers, and sure enough, he could move onto that section of the pile. Finally, progress! He kept it up, trying to keep himself from getting distracted, and was about halfway to the showers when the door opened, and Kenny, the janitor, pushed his way into the locker room with his mop bucket, and stared at Simon, filthy and reeking, shuffling a pile of filthy laundry across the floor.
"Well damn, Simon didn't tell me he had a new cumdump down here already," Kenny said, grinning at him. Most of the guys at school called him Skunky on account of how rank he smelled, but as the old, chubby fellow walked over to where Simon was kneeling, he moaned, the scent of the man like heaven to him. "Oh yeah, sounds like the boys did a right number to you. Didn't quite finish the job though, did they? Looks like you're heading to the showers--it's a good try, if ya manage to get the water on. A few make it that far, but can't bring themselves to do it. Good thing I found ya first though, right? Can't have a good-lookin' cumdump like you gettin' away now--at least, not until I get a turn."
"No! Please--" Simon started to say, but as soon as Skunky got close enough that he caught a whiff of his musk on the air, he let out a moan, and stopped moving the pile of laundry under him. The older man hefted up his gut, undid the front of his navy work pants, and dropped them to his ankles, revealing the filthy underwear he had on. From the looks of it, it hadn't been washed or changed in ages--and was well stained with cum, piss and sweat. Simon shoved his face into the janitor's crotch, huffing and licking at the stiff fabric, feeling the older man's cock stiffen inside, his mouth watering in anticipation.
"What do you think? Seems like you're eager for more."
"Oh fuck, please feed me Sir, I'm so hungry for cum..." Simon moaned.
"Oh don't worry, I'll feed you a load, cumdump. But you know, I'm ahead of schedule. Why don't we take our time, and have a little fun?"