As the students of St. Isabella's all filed into their classrooms, the dark-haired young man known as Toilet Boy felt a familiar twinge in his loins. He had been the assigned human toilet of the school for over a year now, and despite the humiliation and unsanitary conditions, there was something about the job that deep down made him feel... aroused. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he was considered 'lucky' among his peers, or perhaps it was the thrill of being in such proximity to young, tight teenage assholes all day. Whatever the reason, Toilet Boy couldn't deny the stirrings he felt each time he saw a new student walk through the door.
The first girl came into the bathroom, a petite blonde with skirt hiked up around her waist and a bouncy step in her step. She walked right up to Toilet Boy and unceremoniously dumped her entire bag of lunch onto the thin, plastic toilet seat. Toilet Boy's heart raced as he watched her bare, youthful ass cheeks sway back and forth as she reached down. "Have a nice meal," she said with feigned concern, her voice laced with innuendo. With barely any hesitation, Toilet Boy got on his knees and began his morning ritual, his tongue darting out to collect the residue from her dirty panties. She moaned softly and grinded her hips against his face as he lapped up her sweet nectar.
The second girl came in not long after, a tall brunette with long legs and a confident stride. She wasted no time, pulling down her uniform skirt to her knees and straddling Toilet Boy's face. Her asshole glistened with anticipation and there was a faint waft of her musky scent as she smiled down at him. "Swallow it all," she commanded, and Toilet Boy did as he was told, hardly able to believe his luck. He lapped up her slick depths until his mouth was full, and when she was done, she reached back and fingered his saliva-covered lips seductively. Toilet Boy could feel himself growing hard beneath his thin uniform.
The day continued like this, with a seemingly endless stream of girls entering the bathroom throughout the day. Some came in pairs or groups, eager to see which lucky boy would be their personal toilet for the day. Others came alone, taking their time to prepare their toilet-to-be before relieving themselves. Even the teachers joined in on the fun, though they were generally more rough and demanding than their students.
By the time it was time for the final bell, Toilet Boy was exhausted but still hard. He'd taken more than a dozen loads into his mouth that day alone, some girls even forcing him to swallow their watery diarrhea. As the last student left and he pulled up his pants, the janitorial staff came in to clean up the mess left behind. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as they chuckled amongst themselves, discussing the "fun" they had missed out on.
As for Toilet Boy, he collapsed onto the floor of the empty bathroom, spent and overwhelmed. He had never imagined that being someone's personal human toilet could be so arousing, but here he was, lying in his own filth with the taste of cum and shit on his tongue, completely addicted to the power he held over others' assholes. He knew he had to clean up before his shift ended, but for now, he allowed himself to relax in the glory of his perverse job.
