Hot Guys In Elevator

I had on a pair of my tightest fitting jeans, no underwear, and no shirt.

I had slipped on my best pair of gym shoes.

I am a gym rat and proud of my body. I love wearing jeans without a shirt. I think I look my sexiest then.

I'm 6 feet tall, with dark red hair, green eyes, and a light amount of facial hair.

I have a square face that younger men find sexy and women love.

My 38-inch hot chest tapers to a 34-inch waist.

I have medium-sized nipples with a sexy amount of red hair around them.

I spend too much time at the gym, so at 30, I am single.

Early in life, experimentation with steroids or bad genes resulted in a 6-inch hard dick and a tiny soft one.

With guys, I am strictly a top. With women, I am an expert pussy eater!

I rarely bump into anyone in the elevator during my late-night ritual trip downstairs to retrieve my mail.

On my way back up, two hot guys got into the elevator with me.

Immediately, they smelled sexy and looked hotter than most guys I have seen recently.

I had seen the older one before; he must live in my building. I couldn't remember his name.

The other looked younger, but his hoodie covered most of his face and hid his body. Still, I knew he was hot and built.

I extended my hand, introduced myself, and the older one said, "Yup, we have met. We also see each other during our daily routines."

He moved back to lean against the wall.

And the hooded one moved in for a kiss. He pinned the one I had met before against the wall, and their heads were buried inside the hood.

All I could hear was moaning.

I was stunned and confused, yet turned on.

They looked a little like brothers, and here they were, locked in a long, passionate kiss!

The elevator door for my floor opened, and the hooded one gently grabbed my arm and said, "Please stay."

I allowed the elevator to continue.

The one I met before said to me, "Great choice. You will have fun."

Inside the top-floor apartment, I was struck by the upscale furniture and the lack of personal items.

I didn't have much time to think about my surroundings.

For simplicity, I will call the older one X and the hooded one Y.

X and Y slowly pushed me against the kitchen island, and Y spoke in a husky, sexy voice, "Express your willingness to be here with us."

I was cocky and said, "I am going to fuck you two bottom boys like you haven't been fucked before!"

They both giggled and dove into my neck.

I was on fire!

Their kisses, their sexy smell.

They were both strong and passionately in sync.

Before I knew it, I was hard, stripped, and on my knees.

I rarely knelt to a guy. How is this happening?

I stood up. They knew I might bolt.

Then X took off Y's hoodie and revealed the most perfectly sculpted body I had ever seen.

Both X and Y began gently rubbing Y's chest.

They rubbed, with their hands interlocked, Y's pecs, his nipples, and his abs!

I was taken in, hooked, and wasn't going anywhere.

I reached to touch him, and they both put my hand back down.

They sat me on a stool and stood before me to kiss each other.

They moaned from the other's deep, passionate kisses.

I begged, "I want you to lick and suck."

I meant the extraordinary chest.

They pushed me to my knees.

X took my chin with his hand and pointed my face up to his and asked, "Do you willingly accept your fate?"

I said, "Yes.

Y asked, "Do you want a safe word?"

I answered, "Pickles."

Y fished out his cock.

I spontaneously said, "It's huge!" and tried to take it all into my mouth.

X raised my body, and I held onto Y's cock.

I was positioned so that I could be fucked while I sucked on the best cock I had ever sucked!

And I heard a utensil taken from the kitchen drawer.

As he cut my jeans, my ass crack was brushed with something metal.

Later that night, as I left the apartment, I saw they were a pair of meat shears.

I asked myself, "Skill or luck that he didn't accidentally cut me."

After he cut my pants, he ripped them to expose my ass.

He spit into my ass crack repeatedly before he shoved his condom wrapped cock deep into my ass.

He didn't worry about my comfort.

Neither did I. I was on fire! I would take whatever they wanted to give me.

It was amazing how in sync they were.

They knew exactly how to use their body for their pleasure. They knew when the other would thrust, and what the other needed from my body.

It was such a hot scene I cam early into my jeans. My orgasm was muffled by the outstanding head I was given, the amazing cock in my mouth.

I don't know how much time passed; I was in heat, getting fucked by one cock and sucking on the other.

And then I heard a primal call as X unloaded into his condom.

In a short time, it was his cock in my mouth. I was milking him, and he was getting hard again.

Y was now deeper inside my ass than X and was driving me crazy as he explored places inside me no one had reached before.

X was hung; Y was gorilla hung!

I cam a second time in my jeans.

This time, time itself stood still, and I was enjoying every moment - I actually hoped at that time that this would become a regular occurrence. I was falling for these two, and I didn't even know their names.

When Y finally unloaded into his condom, X unloaded on my face. He denied me the opportunity to swallow his load as he erupted, and I erupted again in my jeans.

They gently dropped me on the floor, got dressed, and as they walked out, one said, "Bro, let's grab some breakfast before we meet up with that twink mark."

I looked at the time; they fucked me for an hour and a half!

***

The next day, I asked my building manager- we were friends- "Who is the guy who lives in 2510?"

He said, "No one. It is empty right now."

I went on to describe the guys that expertly fucked me in the middle of the previous night, and I asked, "Do you know them? They were on the first floor about 2 am?"

He replied, "Oh, you mean Kip and Wyatt. Those two know how to fuck a bottom like me. They had just taken me in a lightning round and were heading out. They met me at the sports club last week."

As he passed me, I asked, "Hey, you smell great. Is that new cologne?"

He casually said, "No, it's my new body wash."

It was the same sexy smell all over the guys from the middle of the night.

My friend, the building manager, walked away, saying to himself, 'It was the first time I had brothers fuck me.'

I said out loud, "Fuck, they are brothers."

I haven't seen either again.

Hot Guys In Elevator

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I had on my tightest-fitting jeans, no underwear, and no shirt.

I had slipped on my best pair of gym shoes.

I am a gym rat and proud of my body. I love wearing jeans without a shirt. I think I look my sexiest then.

I'm 6 feet tall, with dark red hair, green eyes, and a light amount of facial hair.

I have a square face that younger men find sexy and women love.

My 38-inch hot chest tapers to a 34-inch waist.

I have medium-sized nipples with a sexy amount of red hair around them.

I spend too much time at the gym, so at 30, I am single.

Early in life, experimentation with steroids or bad genes resulted in a 6-inch hard dick and a tiny soft one.

With guys, I am strictly a top. With women, I am an expert pussy eater!

I rarely bump into anyone in the elevator during my late-night ritual trip downstairs to retrieve my mail.

On my way back, two hot guys got into the elevator with me.

Immediately, they smelled sexy and looked hotter than most guys I have seen recently.

I had seen the older one before; he must live in my building. I couldn't remember his name.

The other one looked younger, but his hoodie covered most of his face and hid his body.

I extended my hand, introduced myself, and the older one said, "Yup, we have met. We also see each other during our daily routines."

He moved back to lean against the wall.

And the hooded one moved in for a kiss. He pinned the one I had met before against the wall, and their heads were buried inside the hood.

All I could hear was moaning.

I was stunned and confused, yet turned on. They looked a little like brothers, and here they were, locked in a long, passionate kiss!

The elevator door for my floor opened, and the hooded one gently grabbed my arm and said, "Please stay."

I allowed the elevator to continue.

The one I met before said to me, "Great choice. You will have fun."

Inside the top-floor apartment, I was struck by the upscale furniture and the lack of personal items.

I didn't have much time to think about my surroundings.

For simplicity, I will call the older one X and the hooded one Y.

X and Y slowly pushed me against the kitchen island, and Y spoke in a husky, sexy voice, "Express your willingness to be here with us."

I was cocky and said, "I am going to fuck you two bottom boys like you haven't been fucked before!"

They both giggled and dove into my neck.

I was on fire!

Their kisses, the sexy smell. They were both strong and passionately in sync.

Before I knew it, I was hard, stripped, and on my knees.

I rarely knelt to a guy. How is this happening?

I stood up. They knew I might bolt.

Then X took off Y's hoodie and revealed the most perfectly sculpted body I had ever seen.

Both X and Y began gently rubbing Y's chest.

I was taken in, hooked, and wasn't going anywhere.

I reached to touch him, and they both put my hand back down.

They sat me on a stool and stood before me to kiss each other.

They moaned from the other's deep, passionate kisses.

I begged, "I want you to lick and suck."

I meant the extraordinary chest.

They pushed me to my knees.

X took my chin with his hand and pointed my face up to his and asked, "Do you willingly accept your fate?"

I said, "Yes.

Y asked, "Do you want a safe word?"

I answered, "Pickles."

Y fished out his cock.

I spontaneously said, "It's huge and tried to take it all into my mouth.

X raised my body, and I held onto Y's cock.

I was positioned so that I could be fucked while I sucked on the best cock I had ever sucked!

And I heard a utensil taken from the kitchen drawer.

As he cut my jeans, my ass crack was brushed with something metal.

Later that night, as I left the apartment, I saw they were a pair of meat shears.

I asked myself, "Skill or luck that he didn't accidentally cut me."

After he cut my pants, he ripped them to expose my ass.

He spit into my ass crack repeatedly before he shoved his condom wrapped cock deep into my ass.

He didn't worry about my comfort.

Neither did I. I was on fire! I would take whatever they wanted to give me.

It was amazing how in sync they were.

They knew exactly how to use their bodies for their pleasure. They knew when the other would thrust, and what the other needed from my body.

It was such a hot scene I cam early into my jeans. My orgasm was muffled by the outstanding head I was given, the amazing cock in my mouth.

I don't know how much time passed; I was in heat, getting fucked by one cock and sucking on the other.

And then I heard a primal call as X unloaded into his condom.

In a short time, it was his cock in my mouth. I was milking him, and he was getting hard again.

Y was now deeper inside my ass than X and was driving me crazy as he explored places inside me no one had reached before.

X was hung; Y was gorilla hung!

I cam a second time in my jeans.

This time, time itself stood still, and I was enjoying every moment - I actually hoped at that time that this would become a regular occurrence. I was falling for these two, and I didn't even know their names.

When Y finally unloaded into his condom, X unloaded on my face. He denied me the opportunity to swallow his load as he erupted, and I erupted again in my jeans.

They gently dropped me on the floor, got dressed, and as they walked out, one said, "Bro, let's grab some breakfast before we meet up with that twink mark."

I looked at the time; they fucked me for an hour and a half!

***

T next day, I asked my building manager, we were friends, "Who is the guy who lives in 2510?"

He said, "No one. It is empty right now."

I went on to describe the guys that expertly fucked me in the middle of the previous night, and I asked, "Do you know them? They were on the first floor about 2 am?"

He replied, "Oh, you mean Kip and Wyatt. Those two know how to fuck a bottom like me. They had just taken me in a lightning round and were heading out. They met me at the sports club last week."

As he passed me, I asked, "Hey, you smell great. Is that new cologne?"

He casually said, "No, it's my new body wash."

It was the same sexy smell all over the guys from the middle of the night.

My friend, the building manager, walked away, saying to himself, 'It was the first time I had brothers fuck me.'

I said out loud, "Fuck, they are brothers."

I haven't seen either again.