Race out of the bathroom

My heart pounds loudly as I push open the raggedly worn down metal door. I heard the loud unintelligent muffles from the man, with the large penis, cussing among himself. The bathroom door pops open as a guy came in, I surge past him. My second time in two weeks meeting this asshole in the same bar, bathroom, and gloryhole.

I went outside to gather myself, breathing in the city fresh smelling donuts, corner hotdog stands, and the piss poor smells of the dark alleyways. After twenty minutes of pacing outside, my friend walks out with a big grin.

"Yo, I just..." He studies my face. "Bro what happened?"

I shook my head. "I'm not ready to talk about it, can you drive me home."

"Yeah man. No problem. I will always have your back. When your ready, I will be ready."

... At work

"You see that fucking nerd. He probably making a buck fifty and got a small little cock. But because his brain got a few more inches inside, he's probably gonna be a millionaire in five years. John, that fucking hurts my old soul. These smartass whom got free rides to the Ivy League, now bear down on us. Showing their superior to us lower workers." The old janitor keeps rummaging on, like this is favorite hobby to consume.

"Dean, you need to calm down. This place got a good air conditioner unit, a great cafeteria, and not a lot of filthy people. So, I think we got it pretty good here."

"Nah fuck that. I hate weak little nerd dicks. In high school thirty years ago, I was the peak alpha male. Fuck all of the bitches from hot cliche cheerleaders, preppy prom throwing bimbos, and burned out stoner gals who couldn't tell the difference from my cock and the weed blunt that they sucked on. But my favorite was fucking this needy little nerdy bitch. Told my buddies I would ruin her virginity with my stud cock. Dick her down in her favorite place, can you guess it."

"Mmm I don't know."

"In the fucking school library. Knock over a book shelf, haha such good times. How about you? You been fucking a decent number of tail."

I shook my head. "I ... Not really. I'm actually still..."

'Need a janitor on floor two. Mr. Davenport just puke.' The radio rains out.

"Don't worry young gun, I got this one. We will be cleaning their shit, puke, and whatever else they can come up with, for a very long time." Dean said pulling his bucket of cleaning supplies to an elevator.

I watch him leave, as I wonder how I was going to breach the subject of me, moving into the tech industry. My semi brilliant mind hoping to get to know the company inside and out. What they currently do, how and what they make, and whatever cogs that moves and is perform in this corporation. Dean is really not going to enjoy hearing about my little promotion, I thought.

...

I rinse the dishes clean of the food stain as I got home late from my job. Dean going over countless techniques of cleaning the Oracle building. He kept giving me tips and advice that **** me to stay a few hours over. I place the last plate inside the cabinet as I walk upstairs to my bedroom. My feet carries me toward my room when I heard a quiet noise coming from my uncle bedroom. I wonder what it could be while I creep closer to the room.

The door slightly a jar. My eyes wanting to discover the slow murmurs. My eyes inches away from peaking in.