Stuck in an Elevator

Stuck in an Elevator

"Look, it's not a big deal. A lot of my friends' partners take it!" Sarah shouted as she took the dinner plates through to the kitchen.

"Good for them, but I don't need those things." I said defeated.

The dinner plates clashed in the sink and Sarah stomped back towards me.

"Do you not want a baby? Do you just want to give up now? We can call it quits and I can find someone else before I miss my chance!"

She was so dramatic. Honestly, I was starting to think that I didn't want any of this. We'd been together for twelve years, engaged for five, and had been pushing our wedding planning back for at least three years. Part of me felt like neither of us really wanted this relationship. We were just sort of stuck together - neither of us brave enough to end it or bothered enough to put the effort in.

"No, I don't want to give up." It wasn't an enthusiastic response but none of this was ideal or what I wanted. I just sort of went along with it and now even sex was something to tick off the schedule, it was no surprise I couldn't get it up.

"Good. I've already ordered some."

I rolled my eyes, as with most things in our life, it wasn't really a discussion. My dick. Her choice.

"Fine." I didn't care.

"You may need to take it at work from time to time." She dropped in so casually while picking up the wine glasses.

"What? I'm not taking ED pills at work." This was getting ridiculous.

"You'll need to. Any day when I'm ovulating you'll have to take it at work so that you're ready to go when you get home. Then we can get it over with and I can go straight to bed - lying down helps the sperm reach the egg." She smiled at me, dead serious.

"Do you know how many members of senior leadership have been let go for inappropriate behaviour? I'll be right there alongside them. I'll be a cautionary tale - the VP who wished everyone a good evening and waved them off with his hard dick!"

She pulled a face as the word 'dick' left my mouth. Sarah was so uptight, she couldn't even handle a bit of profanity in our own home.

"Stop it. No. You'll take it as you leave the office, then by the time you get home you'll be good to go."

I sighed and shook my head.

"Fine."

- - - - FOUR MONTHS LATER - - - - -

I was on a conference call with some clients when my phone buzzed. I quickly checked the message and it was from Sarah reminding me it was her last day ovulating.

I'd been following her orders to take a pill as I left the office each time she'd been ovulating over the last few months. While I didn't like the situation she was right in that there was no immediate reaction but by the time I got home I was ready to go. Beyond a couple of awkward encounters with our neighbours, there hadn't been any issues.

I noticed the time and reminded the clients that our meeting would need to end soon. Despite this, it still took another 30 minutes until they began sharing their final thoughts. While they were prattling on I quickly sent Sarah a message saying my meeting was running late.

The goodbyes on the call started as the office cleaners began vacuuming. I fumbled in my bag for the medication. There was nobody near my office but I kept my hand in the backpack as I popped the pill through the foil, quickly brought it to my lips, then chugged it back with some water. I hung up the call with a rushed lie of looking forward to speaking to everyone next week, grabbed my bag, and made for the elevator.

I was saying good night to the cleaners as the doors opened. I stepped in and started frantically hitting the button for the basement car park then messaged Sarah to say I was leaving the office. As the doors closed on the 35th floor, I turned to check myself out in the wide mirror. My hair was a bit dishevelled from frustratingly pawing at it during the call, and my five o'clock shadow needed taming, but other than that I looked pretty good for a man in his mid 40s. I cut a fine shape in my grey suit jacket, blue shirt, and smart black jeans. The gym hours were paying off. I'd need to start looking at a new wardrobe soon to accommodate my growing muscles. The jeans were a slim cut but they were practically a second skin at this point.

I had just started entertaining the thought of soon being balls deep in Sarah and getting some release after a hard day but quickly snapped out of it as I felt the elevator slow. It came to a stop on the 29th floor and I stood to the side as I mentally berated whoever was interrupting my rush home.

The doors opened to reveal a young man carrying two large boxes held securely under his chin. He wore a white shirt and smart grey trousers, with his matching jacket hanging from the satchel bag that slapped against his hips as he stepped inside.

He seemed slightly embarrassed as his eyes met mine. Late to leave the office on a Friday and taking a load of work with him, combined with his youthful, boyish good looks - I offered a sympathetic smile, recognising the struggle of a young man trying to prove himself in the corporate world, a struggle I'd also been through some 20 years prior.

He peered around his boxes to check the panel of buttons. Satisfied the basement car park button was lit up, he stood with his back to the mirror. From my side view I glanced at the reflection and saw that a sweat patch had formed between his shoulder blades, down his spine and ending just above his belt. I took a moment to be thankful for the lack of physical labour in my day-to-day work.

As the door closed I shifted my gaze to look ahead and realised he had been looking at me as his eyes darted away and I saw him gulp nervously.

"That's a lot of homework you've got there." I smiled and his face went bright red. He certainly was an anxious young thing. His eyes met mine as he turned his face and smiled awkwardly. "Which department are you in?"

"Legal, sir."

"Very good. Have you been here long?" I asked as the elevator began its slow descent.

"Just over a month. I'm part of the recent graduate intake... Miles Johnson, sir." The crimson in his cheeks softened a little as he spoke.

"Great to meet you Miles. I'm Stuart Adamson, VP Sales." I extended my hand out of habit then realised he'd have to drop the boxes if he planned to reciprocate, so instead I gave him a friendly couple of pats on his shoulder, and felt the searing heat of his tense muscles.

"I know who you are, sir." He said sheepishly as the red blush returned up his neck and cheeks. He broke eye contact and looked forward at the doors. "You're part of the induction training."

"I'm honoured." I raised an eyebrow and laughed as Miles let out a nervous chuckle.

Suddenly my knees buckled and the sound of grinding metal pierced the small space as I instinctively pushed myself into the corner of the shaking elevator.

Miles had no chance of staying upright as the heavy weight of the boxes pulled him forward, the bottom one slipped from his grasp and he clumsily caught the top one as he went first to his knees then elbows while documents and scraps of paper spilled over the floor.

I took deep gulps of air and stared upwards as the bulbs flashed and the elevator groaned to a halt.

As it settled I took one deep breath then stood up straight. I was shaken but okay. I heard the repeated panicked whisper of "oh my god please" and looked down to see Miles surrounded by paper with hands on his head, face to the floor, elbows splayed out either side, and ass pushed back over his heels.

I rolled my eyes then leant over and rubbed his lower back in quick passes, trying to offer some sort of comfort.

"We're okay. It's fine. The brakes just kicked in for some reason." I spoke slowly and calmly.

He stopped his pleas to the almighty then turned to peer at me, hands still on his head, and his eyes wide in terror. He showed no signs of moving, and now that he had stopped his desperate whispers I started to feel a bit uncomfortable about rubbing his back. I brought my hand back and stood up straight, turning to the panel of buttons and holding in the one with the red bell icon.

Miles slowly pushed himself back and sat on his heels as he tried to catch his breath. He palmed his messy blond hair away from his face then wiped the sweat away from his forehead.

"Hello... helloooooooo?" Crackled a voice from the speaker.

"Yes, hi, we're in the-"

"HELLOOOOOOOO. If you can hear me and need assistance you have to hold the emergency button when you speak."

I pushed the button in and spoke slowly so they could understand what I was saying.

"Hi there - the elevator just stopped."

"Okay, this is the building management switchboard. Do you know which building and elevator you're in?" They asked without a hint of urgency in their voice.

"Uh yeah the panel says this is Elevator B. We are in The Infinity building, financial district."

"Okay, sir. How many occupants?"

"Myself and a colleague." Miles looked up through his wide eyes, lips quivering slightly.

"And is anyone hurt - does anybody need emergency medical attention?"

"No, we aren't hurt. Just a bit shook up."

"Okay, I have notified our repair team who will prioritise your situation. I can see in our control system that the elevator picked up a technical issue - this is usually to do with a build up of grease and dust somewhere in the components - which is what triggered the brakes. But as no medical attention is required, and your elevator car is secure, I am not permitted to contact emergency services."

"That's fine. Is there a rough estimate on the repair team?"

"They're at another building in the city. The fault there needs to be cleared first then they will head directly to you. It will probably be an hour - I'm sorry I can't be more specific."

"Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Remember that you're safe, the car is secure in place, and if you feel panicked at any point just take some deep steady breaths."

Miles was on his feet and I noticed the sweat patch on the back of his shirt had grown as he began pacing back and forth with his hands on his swaying hips, occasionally tiptoeing to avoid stepping on any of the potentially important papers scattered across the floor. His breath was getting audibly faster and his face was white as snow.

"Miles, look at me." I spoke smoothly to try and break his panic. "Miles everything is going to be okay." He had started biting his nails on one hand while the other remained on his popped hip. At least he had stopped pacing. "We are completely safe." He stared intensely at me. "It could take a while but there are people on their way to help us. All we have to do is breathe." He dropped his hand from his mouth and took a deep breath in through his nose then out through his pursed lips. "And wait patiently for them to get here." He struggled to force a smile but managed.

"Thank you, Mr Adamson."

"Call me Stu."

"Thank you... Stu."

"Okay, good boy." I wasn't sure where that came from, it was like I was talking to a dog. But he smiled and let out a little chuckle.

"Oh gosh, I really made a fool of myself there."

"Not at all. It's only us in here and I'm not going to tell anyone. Everything is fine."

I started to feel warm so took my jacket off and dropped it into the corner as an impromptu seat. "You might want to sit down and relax." My ass hit the uncomfortable floor and I stretched my legs out, pushing pages of legal text aside with my heels. He let out another deep breath then bent down and started pushing all of the pages into the opposite corner from mine.

"I may as well try and sort these."

With the pages herded into one place he turned his back to me and squatted down. He had now sweated through the entire back of his shirt and I could smell the slightly musky scent of a long day. I didn't mind it too much.

My eyes absentmindedly travelled down his spine and took in his pushed out butt. It looked good, I mean it was a man's arse but it was sizeable and looked nice the way it spread out with his belt struggling around his waist.

I was pretty certain from how he had acted earlier that Miles was gay or bi but that didn't bother me. Assuming that was true, he probably took a lot of pride in his butt and clearly worked on his glutes at the gym, knowing it's what other men would be looking at.

Shit.

I felt my dick twitch.

Fuck.

Those bloody ED pills.

I looked down and saw my bulge had shifted slightly to the right leg and there was some definite stirring. I looked back up and towards Miles but my eyes landed on his ass again, the way the light material of his trousers clung each defined cheek.

No. I need to stop. I looked at the ceiling of the elevator and closed my eyes to shut out the fluorescent strips of light but it was no good. I felt my dick twitch again and push against the skintight denim. Then I heard humming.

I opened my eyes and looked forward. Miles had dropped one knee and was bent forward. He was humming something as he organised his scattered papers.

Another twitch.

I closed my eyes again as sweat started to bead on my forehead. It was getting stuffy in here.

No. No. No. These stupid pills were going to get me in trouble. I'd be the latest gossip amongst the legal team. Then the whole bloody company. And for what? Vanilla sex with zero foreplay. I bet Miles didn't have to suffer the indignity of such basic sex. A young man like him, pretty well built, nice face and hair, tall enough, round butt.

Stop it.

No, I bet he had someone to get home to and let loose with at the weekend. Two guys. They probably suck each other off pretty good.

WOAH. Right, stop it. It's just intrusive thoughts.

Twitch.

Fuuuuuck. I looked down. I was definitely halfway to a full erection. I quietly lifted my right knee and brought my foot closer. It hid the bulge in case Miles turned around but it pulled the material tighter against my hardening cock.

Miles stood up with a grunt and pushed his hair back while wafting the warm air with a makeshift fan of documents.

"Errrrrrrm, Mr- sorry, Stu." He said cautiously as he rocked his arse back and spun on a heel to face me.

"Yes, Miles?" I think I was panting. Fuck, I was so hot all of a sudden. I undid the top couple of shirt buttons and felt my dewy skin and slightly matted chest hair.

"Look, it's fine if you don't want me to, but... I'm getting really hot. I was already sweating when I got in here from carrying all of this but it's really getting stuffy. Would you mind if I took my shirt off?" He looked away from me as he finished.

"Uh sure, go for it. It is getting warmer in here isn't it? I thought it was just me." I said as I wiped the sweat from my forehead and felt my dick grow achingly against my thigh. I was never taking that medication at work again.

"Thank you. I'll put it back on once it cools or we start moving." He placed the paper he'd been fanning himself with on the ground.

He started undoing his shirt buttons, and I looked down at the big dick print in my jeans. There it was. The one thing Sarah had said would never happen. 7 rigid inches of thick, unrelenting dick in the workplace. That fucking bitch.

I looked back up as Miles pulled at his belt buckle, I thought about saying something but just watched, my eyes focused on his nimble fingers as they made light work of it. Then he pulled at his shirt tails, untucking without the resistance of the belt. My cock flexed and I closed my eyes as I forced down a moan.

"Are you okay, Stu?"

"Yeah. I'm just feeling the heat a bit myself."

My eyes flicked open as he undid the last couple of buttons. He cautiously held onto a sleeve with one hand as he pulled the other arm out, then in a blink his sun-kissed body was free from the confines of the sweat soaked shirt as it dropped from the other arm.

He had a nice overall tone, not over the top like he went to the gym everyday, but a flat belly, defined pecs, and broad shoulders. His body was smooth, a totally hairless torso - the opposite of my own. He was the perfect specimen of a young man starting out in the world.

"Wow, it's like a wet T-shirt contest." He chuckled and started waving the shirt as if to try and dry it but all he did was fill the elevator car with his sweet aroma while inadvertently giving me a dancing pec show. Realising it was a hopeless endeavour he folded it and placed it on the floor against the doors. "It might catch a breeze from the shaft if I leave it there."

"Maybe." I smiled and thought how I'd like to catch a breeze on my shaft as the blood pumped relentlessly into my dick. I inhaled deep breaths in a hopeless battle to calm my raging bulge but as I shifted to sit up straight, my cock head slipped out of my boxer shorts and pushed hard against the denim. I stifled a moan and turned into the wall as my glans clung to the coarse material.

"Stu? Stu! Are you okay? Mr Adamson?!" Miles was at my side and placed a firm grip between my neck and shoulder, immediately kneading it in an effort to soothe but his touch was electric. "What's wrong? Should I call them again." He started towards the panel but I caught his arm. I felt it again, his skin seemed to charge my own.

"No, no. It's fine. I'm fine." I smiled then my face dropped as I turned my body away from the wall.

"Oh." His eyes went wide as they clocked the thick bulge that had burrowed down the leg of my jeans. "Well. Uuuhhh." He nervously palmed his hair and stood up. "Mr Adamson..." He turned bright red again and spun round. His strong back creased as his hands grasped onto his hips and he looked up at the ceiling.

"Sorry, kid." I had to tell him. "My... partner wants a baby. She's ovulating and I... I took something."

He turned back towards me, and folded his arms across his chest. My eyes dropped down as I admired the way his pecs squeezed together.

"It's okay, sir. I mean I'm sorry you have to take that stuff but I guess it's common enough. Especially for..."

"What? Old men?" I laughed and rubbed my forehead. This was a bit painful.

"No! Oh my god, sorry. No. I meant... well... uhhhhhh... never mind."

"No, come on, you can say it. Old man popping pills to get hard." I stared up into his eyes and he looked at me like a lost puppy.

"I actually was going to say in... married... straight men. It's quite common isn't it?" He scrunched his face up a little, almost feeling bad about sharing his opinion. I chuckled. It was cute.

"And I bet you know all about old, married, straight men's erections!" I snapped half-jokingly, but mostly teasing.

Miles went to say something but stopped himself. He swiped a bead of sweat from his forehead before his hands dropped to his waist and he popped the hip to the side. There wasn't much in the way of masculinity about him. I bet he was the woman whenever he fucked.

My dick throbbed roughly against the denim as I thought about him sweating and moaning beneath another man. I stifled a groan in the back of my throat and dropped my head against the slightly cooler steel wall.

Miles sat down in the middle of the elevator. He crossed his legs then leaned back on his toned arms. He stayed looking at me, his eyes darting between my face and the sizeable dickprint.

"Can I... never mind." He dropped his head back completely.

"Go ahead. What were you going to say?"

He kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling and I saw his tongue push nervously against his cheek. I bet thats not the only thing that's pushed up against the sides of his mouth. Bloody hell, these thoughts kept catching me. Did the pills also cause users to have hornier imaginations?

His head came forward and he pushed off from his arms so he was sitting bolt upright. He looked nervous and scared.

"Can I suggest... maybe... take them off." He looked at my jeans. I followed his eye-line even though I knew exactly where he was looking. I could see the prominent ridge of my bellend and the definite start of a wet spot. I looked back up at him and sniggered.

"Yeah, I bet you'd like that." I didn't know what else to say.

For a second he looked quite hurt but then his features sharpened, still as red as a ripe strawberry but slightly more stern.

"You know, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I want to fuck every guy I see." He uttered quickly and breathlessly. He clearly wasn't used to confrontation. His bottom lip quivered and I thought he was going to cry. I decided to ease the tension.

"I'm sorry. That was a stupid thing to say."

He took in a breath and seemed to turn a shade lighter and his chest rose and fell in quick succession as the stress left his body.

"Also," I started, "I think you might be right about these jeans. Are you sure you don't mind?"

His eyes briefly dropped down before he looked back at me. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped. Was that just nerves? Or was he excited?

"Not at all... I don't mind, sir... Mr Ad... Stu."

I gave a brief chuckle and pushed myself up off the floor. I kicked away my shoes, undid the buckle on my belt, then opened the top button of my jeans. The zip came down with ease. I looked at Miles who was staring unblinkingly at my crotch. I wondered how often he was eye level with another man's open pants, and thought about whether he would typically be helping them out.

"You know, I've been meaning to get some new clothes. Been hitting the gym and bulking out recently and everything has become a lot tighter."

His cheeks flushed again.

My dick twitched again.

"You know I could help you out." He bit his bottom lip. I stared at him. I didn't know what to say.

"I mean, errrrrrmmmm, sure if you want to... they are a pain to pull down with it being so stuffy in here." I gestured towards the open front of my pants thinking he wanted to assist me taking them off.

"Oh. That's not... I meant helping you out with picking some new clothes." His eyes shot between my face and the top of my underwear that was now peaking out, the base of my solid cock straining against the material.

"Of course, ha, I'm sorry. Long day. My brains not working." Obviously he meant shopping. Why did I think he would want to help me take my jeans off. Jesus the heat and this frustratingly hard cock was throwing me off.

I started to pull my jeans down, but barely moved them an inch before he was up on his knees and his hands nudged against the side of my own. They were trembling. Or were mine?

"I can help. I don't mind helping. They are very tight."

His thumbs traced along the waistband of my underwear, sending a shiver through my body as he cautiously rubbed the thin material. I could feel my own breath hitch as he started to lower my jeans.

I began unbuttoning my shirt, which by now was covered in small translucent sweat patches. He stopped his slow pull and looked up at me.

"It is rather hot in here." I stuttered as I reached the final button. I hesitated for a second before I took each side of the opening and pulled my shirt away. My hairy torso caught the light and my heavy pecs and prominent abs danced as I contorted to pull the shirt from my thick arms. I flung it to the side near my jacket and looked down at Miles.

"You can tell you've been hitting the gym." It was almost a whisper. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours as we both panted nervously.

Miles shifted his focus back to his task at hand. He started to move his hands down. My boxer shorts pulled but stayed mostly in place, revealing the thicker hair just above my shaft.

His eyes followed the direction of my bulge down the right leg. I watched him absentmindedly lick his lips as the crumpled material of where my boxers had ridden up came into view. He continued the slow pull, tantalising us both as they dropped.

Without much warning my cock sprung up awkwardly, my solid mushroom head on full display peaking from the leg of my boxer shorts while most of my dick bounced with a bit more freedom but held at an angle by the little resistance of the material.

Miles continued lowering the jeans over my hairy solid thighs and calves, while keeping his eyes on my prick.

"Peekaboo." I joked, trying to cut the tension, but Miles either didn't hear me or ignored me as he bent to push the jeans to my ankles, his round cheeks jutting out behind him. My dick twitched and a small drop of precum pushed out and teased my tip as it rolled down the flared head.

I stepped out of my jeans but not wanting to move away from him, I stood either side of the crumpled clothing. He raised a hand and it met my thigh. I closed my eyes tightly but opened them a second later as I felt his hand slip up to the bottom of my boxers and pull the fabric down, covering my leaking cock.

"There you are, sir." He broke his gaze and looked up at me. I stared back at him disheartened. I didn't know what to do, and so did nothing but stay still.

He rose up from his knees and faced me with little space between us. I feared I was now the one who had turned red.

"Sorry about the... you know..." I smirked.

He smiled gently and looked down at my chest, abs, and my tented boxers. We were both still panting the thick air.

"It's getting hotter in here." He fumbled with his own belt. "Do you mind?" He asked.

"We might as well both get comfortable... could be here for a while." I stammered, my mouth had gone so dry.

He took a small step back as he undid his belt, pulled open the clasp, and dropped the zip. He kicked away his smart shoes and as he peeled his tight trousers over his generous rump I took in the black pouch containing his own hardening bulge, as well as the smooth skin of his upper thighs. I couldn't remember the last time I wore briefs.

Then I saw it.

They weren't briefs.

As he bent to push down his trousers I saw his big bubble butt in the mirror. It took me an initial moment for my brain to register what I was seeing. Two wide black straps hugged his legs under each heavy cheek. His crack was hairless and when he stepped out of his trouser legs, each of his peachy cakes jiggled a little.

When he stood up I kept on looking at the mirror. His creamy pert rump was... it was...

"Sir?"

"... beautiful."

I snapped out of the trance to see him looking over his shoulder in the mirror. He'd caught me. I took in my own glassy eyed reflection. Was I drooling?

"I'm sorry, Miles. I don't know what came over me. Must be the pills. They're sending my brain into a horny tailspin or something."

He turned and looked me dead in the eye. It was weird. Stood there in nothing but a sexy jockstrap he seemed to have taken on a new confidence. Whereas the more clothes I took off, the more I became a literal drooling idiot.

"A horny tailspin huh? What were you thinking about?" He half smiled and looked up at me, I felt my own face grow red with heat.

"Uh nothing, just ready to get out of here, go home, then have this dealt with." I pointed at my crotch like a fool, as if he hadn't been mere inches from my throbbing dick and I wasn't sporting the hardest erection I'd had in years.

He looked down.

He bit his lip.

My breath caught in my throat.

"I'm curious. How will your wife-"

"-Partner."

He stared deep into my soul and took a cautious step closer.

"How will she deal with it exactly?"

"What, ermmm, what do you mean?" I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. Sweat poured down my back. My cock bounced under my boxers.

"Does she welcome you home with a kiss?" He trailed his thumb over the rough stubble on my chin. Why didn't I move back? Why didn't I push him away?

"... no."

"Does she take you by the hand and lead you playfully to the bedroom?" His other hand slipped into mine. He didn't take his eyes off me.

"... she doesn't."

"Does she climb on top of you and admire your bulging muscles?" His thumb moved cautiously down my chin and over my thick neck. He opened his hand and let his palm fall slowly over one of my hairy, heaving pecs. A finger caught the nipple and I felt my cock dance, leaving a trail of precum as the tip rubbed the material.

"... she... she barely touches me." Why did I say that?

His hand untwined from mine and joined the other to send chills across my body as they stroked downwards over my abs. He paused at the waistband of my boxers.

His eyes were wide and unflinching. I had every opportunity to stop. I could have said this wasn't for me. I could have said I wasn't attracted to him. I could have said I was happy enough with Sarah. But I didn't.

For a moment neither of us moved. I became absurdly conscious of my hands, of the space between us, of how easily I could end this simply by taking a step back.

Instead I leaned forward. Only a little. Barely enough to count. But enough to make him stop breathing for a second.

Then his mouth touched mine.

It was gentle. Almost cautious. His lips were warm, and there was a brief, disorienting softness to it. I had kissed Sarah a thousand times. Not recently or at least not memorable enough. But I knew the small familiar movements of her. This was different, and I couldn't have said exactly how. Only that I was aware of every second of it.

When he drew back, he didn't go far.

He stared at me. Seemingly reading every thought and the internal panic. I dropped my head and looked at the straining dark pouch of his jockstrap opposite my tented boxer shorts.

I could end this before it really started.

But I grabbed his wrist.

Miles looked down at my hand, then back at me.

I pulled him toward me.

The second kiss was nothing like the first.

There was no careful testing of the distance between us. I kissed him because I wanted to, and that wanting rushed through me with a force that made me unsteady.

His mouth opened and he gasped, almost startled, and it went straight through me. I put a hand against the back of his neck, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my palm, and kissed him harder. Urgently.

His free hand slipped up and clamped around my pec, immediately kneading the thick muscle and teasing the nipple.

He moved in closer, I felt the solid line of his body against mine and our cocks pushed achingly against one another. The contact sent a jolt through me. I tightened my hand at his neck, not enough to hurt, only enough to keep him there, and my other hand slipped around him and took a gentle grip of his plump ass cheek.

The kiss deepened.

It was messy, unsteady and hungry. Our tongues thrust feverishly together and I felt him shiver. The reaction made something in me flare - something possessive, reckless, and entirely unfamiliar. I wanted more of it.

I let go of his wrist so I could hold his ass in both hands. The skin was smooth as silk, not a hair to be felt and I dug my fingers into the fleshy mounds, squeezing and pulling them apart.

His hands were both on my pecs, teasing each nipple and sending shocks directly to my heavy balls. The sensation made our kiss almost desperate and I nibbled his lip.

Suddenly his hands slipped up my chest to my shoulders and he pushed me back. I stumbled a little over the mess of clothes, shoes and stray paperwork. My sweat slicked back slapped against the cold metal elevator doors and I managed to catch the side panels, keeping myself unsteadily upright.

Miles didn't miss a beat. He took a couple of quick steps forward and dropped to his knees with such speed I felt the car shake. His hands were immediately on the waistband and in a flash my boxers were around my ankles.

There it was.

The tip caught the fluorescent light and glinted. My flared mushroom head was visibly throbbing as precum dripped from the end. My shaft looked thicker and longer than it had ever been before. Flushed veins pulsed along the rigid length. My heavy balls bounced achingly beneath.

"Holy fuck." Miles now looked like the drooling idiot. His mouth was agape and a small trail of saliva glistened down his chin.

"Like it?" I chuckled and it twitched.

He looked up at me and nodded. He lowered his gaze and took in the sight of my imposing tool. He nervously wrapped his fingers around the base and give it a firm stroke. Another glob of precum oozed from the end.

"She's a fucking idiot. She should be worshipping this every night."

I tried to think of something to say back but before I could his head moved forward, his juicy lips parted, and he licked the drop of cum from my tip. My vision shook and I threw my head back. I let out a strained gasp as the feeling of his tongue sent shocks through my body.

"Look at me."

I dropped my head back down. He stared up at me with his wide eyes and my pecs heaved above him as I panted desperately.

"I want you to watch."

With his eyes fixed on mine he moved his head forward. His mouth opened wide and I saw the tip of his tongue cover his bottom teeth. I shook as my wide head slipped between his pillowy lips.

"Fuuuuuuuuck." I groaned. It had been a long time since I'd had a blowjob. A hazy memory came to mind of Sarah trying and failing to open her mouth wide enough, then just sucking the head for a couple of minutes before lying down and waiting for me to fuck her. The memory left in an instant.

Miles was at the other end of the spectrum. I don't know how he did it but he was able to relax his jaw enough to accommodate my girth. The feeling of warmth swept over my dick as inch after inch slipped along his tongue, all whilst his fingers alternated between stroking the base and caressing my full balls.

As the head nudged against the back of his mouth I started to pull back but his hands suddenly clasped my thighs to stop me moving as he sunk forward.

I took his head in my hands and slowed his move, trying to let him know he didn't need to force something that nobody had ever accomplished. His eyes stayed on mine as he fought against it.

My dick was soon at the back of his mouth again and my eyelids flickered as my helmet was enveloped in the soft, wet muscles along with his thrusting, teasing tongue.

"Oh my god." I hummed breathlessly as I stared into his face. He wasn't spluttering or gagging or pushing me away. He stared back. His eyes looked a little teary but he was unflinching as he pushed himself further.

At first there was resistance as he tried to take me deeper. The weight of his head and the force he exerted pushed on my dick and I was certain he wasn't going to be able to take it in his throat. The pressure around my firm bellend was sublime as his muscles contracted around the glans.

In less than a second my dick parted the resistant muscles and plunged into his searingly hot throat. He made the slightest noise as his lips encased the very base of my shaft. Less a gag and more a silenced gasp from the shock of my dick suddenly lodging itself in his welcoming throat.

"Jesus!" I shouted as I flung my arms either side of me and gripped the metal walls. I couldn't believe he'd taken it.

His throat muscles danced along my length, squeezing and teasing my leaking prick. He pulled back an inch and my solid shaft rubbed along the passage, the soft tissue stroking my sensitive organ. Then he pushed forward and plunged it back into his throat as deep as it could go. The tip of his tongue tickled the top of my balls.

Miles ran his hands up and down my muscled thighs as his throat spasmed and gripped my dick. He pushed his face hard into my crotch and my cock lodged a little deeper, kissing my balls with his bottom lip as he sucked me in.

He moved back in a swift motion, I felt every slick ridge and bump of his throat muscles as I slipped out. My body shook and I pulled my hips back, the feeling too much to take.

Miles stopped me from taking my dick fully out of his mouth, holding my ass in place as he continued sucking on half my shaft while jerking the base. My balls twitched and I felt myself getting close.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I pushed his shoulders, my dick popped from between his lips despite his valiant effort to keep sucking. I hunched over and rested my forehead against his.

"Are you okay?"

"That throat game is something else." I chuckled and panted.

"Thank you, sir." He smiled and ran a hand through my hair.

"I'm so fucking close. My balls are on fire."

Miles twirled a finger in my hair and rubbed my chest with his other hand. He tilted his head back a little then kissed my chin.

"Come here." He wrapped his arms round my neck and sat back. I moved with him as he kept his eyes locked on mine. As we moved down he twisted our bodies and as we came to the floor we lay on our sides for a brief moment before he pushed me onto my back and swung his leg over.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to fuck me, Mr Adamson?" He asked so matter of factly.

"Miles, I nearly came in your mouth." I was panting as his hands found my pecs again and rubbed my hairy chest.

"Answer the question." He lowered his ass and dropped his weight onto my dick. He rocked his hips back and forth as my aching dick slipped between his round cheeks.

"Y- yes." I stuttered.

"Yes, what?" His hips sped up a little and I bit the inside of my cheek as his plump, smooth cakes bounced around my cock.

"I want to fuck you."

"How bad?"

"I'm not sure I'll last long but-"

His lips crashed into mine and his tongue thrust against my own while his gyrating hips continued to bounce. I took a cheek in each hand and squeezed the smooth skin, sinking my fingers into his firm and fleshy bubbles.

His mouth tasted minty fresh with a hint of muskiness. It occurred to me I was probably tasting some of my own precum, and it made my already painfully hard cock throb even more.

Without breaking the kiss he reached an arm out over my head and I heard the clink of a buckle. I turned to look and briefly saw his hand rummaging in his satchel bag before his mouth found mine again.

He broke the embrace and sat back, forcing my straining cock down while sandwiched between his hairless cheeks. About halfway along the top of my shaft I felt the heat of his twitching asshole and my head went dizzy from the excitement. Was I actually about to fuck another guy?

"Was just getting some lube." He smiled cockily and popped open the cap of the small tube he'd retrieved from his bag, quickly squeezing it across the ends of a couple of fingers.

He bent a little further forward, the head of my cock resting against his taint and the join of the jockstrap, and I held his cheeks open as he applied the slick liquid. His face contorted in pleasure as he rubbed and fingered himself. I looked down to see his own dick staring back at me, the black pouch concealing just his balls and some of the shaft - holding his cock in place against his flat stomach.

My head dropped back as Miles took my length in his hand, stroking and coating my dick with the remaining lube. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to try and calm myself but he was playing with fire.

"Ready, sir?" He kept his hand wrapped around the base of my dick and sat back as I held his cheeks apart, kneading the warm flesh as the helmet of my rigid cock met the scorching heat of his tight ring.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck." I moaned in tormented excitement as the incredible pressure of his clenching hole swallowed my tender tip.

I looked up at Miles as his lubed hole welcomed inch after inch of solid dick. His eyes were closed and his face contorted but the smile was unmistakable as he sank down and took me in to his warm, velvety ass.

"Uhhhh thats it. Fucking stretch me out, Stu." He panted as his ring was contracting near the base of my cock. I looked down again as I felt something on my stomach and saw his dick was leaking long, shining streaks as it twitched in excitement.

The head of my cock glided across the soft ridges with a gentle pull of his deep muscles squeezing me in further. As he clenched his ring, the tightness spread deeper up his channel to grip my full length.

"Your dick is fucking magic." Miles tossed his head back as he began to slowly lift his ass up. He clamped down and let out a high pitch moan as my cock slipped past a small bump that pulsed and more of the clear precum leaked from his tip.

"Shit. Miles. That's so fucking tight. Are you okay?" I asked just as his ring squeezed around my glans. He then slammed his cheeks down, burying my dick balls deep in one quick motion. He moaned and swayed his hips from side to side, grinding my cock as deep as it could go.

"Does that answer your question?" He smiled coyly at me then reached out for my pecs again to play with my firm nipples.

He lifted his ass and dropped it back down before I could even process the movement. My hands clung to his cheeks as they wobbled up and down with his thrusting, and he started riding my cock like a total slut.

Miles grunted and panted as he impaled his tight hole on my rigid, throbbing cock. My head spun as the head of my dick was swallowed repeatedly by his fleshy guts and rubbed against that pulsating spot of his deep inside.

As I squeezed and kneaded his smooth cheeks I unexpectedly gripped and pulled them far apart as he dropped to my base.

"Uuuuhhhhhhh, yes!" He screamed and quickly pulled back up and squatted back down as I felt my head slip into a slightly tighter space deep inside that I hadn't hit before.

He looked down at me and pinched my pecs harder as his speed kicked up a gear. His ring was contracting like crazy as it slipped up and down my aching cock. He panted almost desperately, sucking in air as he rode me harder and with more urgency.

"I'm gonna- uhhhhhh- Mr Adamson- sir- I'm gonna- ahhhhhh!"

He dropped down fully onto my dick as that spot deep inside him pulsed and his full passage squeezed around my cock, his ring clamped down like a vice. I looked down just in time to see thick white shots of cum erupt from the tip of his cock as he continued to gyrate his hips in my lap.

"How did... you didn't even touch yourself." I was in shock and my balls were burning. Miles couldn't respond, his face was screwed up and he continued to gasp as he rocked his hips back and forth.

I sat up and he broke out of his trance, looking at me with confusion as I hooked my arms under his knees.

"What the-" he tried to ask breathlessly but before he had a chance to finish, I pushed him onto his back and placed his ankles on my broad shoulders.

"I need to cum." I spat as I looked down at his gorgeous face, his eyes only half open as pleasure continued to roll through his body, that tight ring still contracting on my dick as he smiled up at me.

"Fucking breed me." He groaned.

I wasted no time. Within seconds I was pounding him into the cold floor. My balls felt like they were churning fire as they smacked relentlessly against his ass.

I dropped my frame onto him, stretching his legs as far as they could go and practically bending him in half just so I could plant my lips on his.

He groaned into my mouth as I piledrived him with my rock hard dick. My hips humped feverishly and he clenched his hole tight around my girthy cock.

His panting increased and his face tightened in pleasure once more. His dick began to twitch and bounce as his hole swallowed and gripped my thick shift. He bit down on his lip as a guttural groan escaped the sides of his mouth.

His ring and entire ass vibrated and convulsed around my aching dick as he shot a smaller but still powerful load across his stomach and clenched down as the orgasm rolled through him.

The spasming, velvety walls of his guts massaged my dick as I pounded into him. The first spark began in my balls as I pulled almost entirely out of him and dropped back in.

"You want it?" I huffed as sweat dripped from my forehead onto his.

"I need it," he panted, "I need that fucking load."

My hips bucked into him and the thud of metal mixed with our gasps and moaning. My eyes closed tight as my mouth opened wide and I bared my teeth.

With a final long thrust, I pummelled his ass from tip to base as he gripped my cock with his soft, fleshy muscles.

I felt my balls pull in tight and my entire body rumbled as electric shocks shot through my brain. My balls bounced and my own ass clenched as load after load rocketed along my thick pulsing shaft and deep into his welcoming hole.

The heat spread outwards as I filled his throbbing cunt with my potent seed. My hips shot back and forth in short blasts as every muscle in me contracted and shook.

I pulled out most of the way then dropped my entire weight back into him, my vision blurred and my cock jerked the final drops of cum from my weary balls into Miles as my mouth met his.

Our tongues pushed excitedly into one another as his hole continued to flex around my softening cock. My hands tangled in his hair as his stroked my back.

I lifted my head and stared deep into his eyes. He was beautiful.

"That was... that was incredible." My eyes fluttered as my sensitive cock slipped from his leaking asshole.

His hands continued to glide up and down my sweat covered back. His smile started to fade as he looked back at me.

"She doesn't deserve you."

The elevator car jerked and the lights flickered off then back on as the whir of machinery pierced the room.

"Shit!" I pushed myself off of Miles as he clambered to his feet.

As I pulled on my boxers and started with my jeans I noticed the small puddle of cum on the floor and looked at Miles as he wrestled with his damp shirt. I noticed long white streaks over the backs of his thighs and the black material of his jockstrap. Fuck, that was the biggest load I had ever shot. My cock started chubbing up again. He bent over to grab his trousers and l couldn't stop myself from licking my lips as I gazed at his freshly fucked pink hole.

Miles noticed the cum on the floor as he pulled his trousers up over his dripping ass. He grabbed some of the strewn pieces of paper and started blotting it.

"Jesus, how long had you been saving that load up for?" He turned and smiled cheekily as I pulled on my shirt.

"Too long. It's a miracle I didn't cum in your throat." I chuckled as I pushed a foot into my shoe.

He scrubbed the last noticeable remnants of my seed off the floor and shoved the papers into one of his boxes.

"Maybe next time we can take it slow and I can savour a mouthful as well as an ass full." He started on his own shoes as I threw on my jacket.

"Next time?" I smiled.

"Next time." He reached out and groped my hardening dick through my clothes, rubbed it for a second, winked, and let go to finish tying a shoe lace.

I tried to adjust my erection but the jeans were just as tight as they had been, and I settled for holding my backpack over my crotch to hide it from any waiting repair team.

As the elevator car slowed we both quickly looked around to check we had assembled everything we needed. Miles pushed the last of the stray documents together and absentmindedly stuffed them in a box.

He swung his satchel over his shoulder then moved over to me quickly, his hand cupped the back of my neck as he pulled me in for a final frantic kiss. His tongue teased my lips as I reached around him to give his juicy ass a final squeeze.

We parted and pushed ourselves a respectable and platonic distance apart just as the car settled and the doors opened.

"Sorry about that guys. Everyone okay?" An older gentleman crouched over a laptop smiled up at us from a few feet away.

"Evening, and yeah all good, thank you." I chimed as I stepped out into the basement car park and made for my nearby car.

"Do you want some help with those young man?" He asked Miles as he wobbled out with the boxes.

"Quite alright but thank you." Miles chimed as I heard his quick footsteps on the concrete as he rushed to his own car.

With my crotch safely out of view of the repair guy, I threw my backpack in the rear seats then looked towards Miles as he opened the passenger door of his small car to drop the boxes into the footwell. Even being stood a good distance away I could see a dark patch had formed right down the middle of his trousers as my load continued to leak from his tight hole. I smiled to myself and felt an odd sense of pride as I watched his cheeks jiggle.

My gaze broke as I felt a vibration from my jacket pocket. I pulled out my phone and felt my stomach drop as Sarah's image flashed up on the screen. I hit the green button and prepared myself.

"Finally! He answers!"

"Hi, sorry the elevator broke down at the office. I've been stuck in there since I messaged you."

"It doesn't matter anyway. I'm calling to say be quiet when you get home as I'll be asleep."

"Why? I thought you were ovulating?"

"Yeah well I don't fancy waiting for you to get home, take your pill, then wait even longer for you to be... ready."

"What are you talking about? I took that stupid pill before I left work."

"Don't lie to me, Adam. I'm looking at them as we speak."

I went wide eyed. I quickly opened the rear door again and dragged my backpack over to the edge of the seat. I reached into the pocket and pulled out the foil packet.

Holy shit.

All I'd taken was an ibuprofen.

"It's fine, Adam... we'll try again next time. At least we don't have to bother tonight. Anyway, don't wake me. Bye."

"... bye."

I stood there slack jawed.

The thrum of an engine brought me back to earth as Miles drove by slowly with his window down. Our eyes met and he winked as his little car squealed against the smooth concrete and into the night.

I looked down at the prominent outline of my throbbing cock.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck."