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			Elevator Music

			       

    "Yeah, right, " said Steve as he stood there waiting for the
elevator.  Suddenly realizing what he had just said, he shook his
head, his light blond hair bobbing with the slight movement and
falling back over his forehead.  'Shit,' he thought, 'what did I just
agree to?'

    He had not been paying attention to the conversation for at least
the past five minutes.  How could he concentrate in the presence of
the handsome stud in the six hundred dollar Baycrest business suit
standing beside him?  This was his third visit to the offices of
Mahone, Klaussen, Whitney and Brohurst, and the third time they had
run into each other.  It was the slim hope that they might meet again
that had prompted Steve to return the second time, and now the third.

    Normally the impatient, well-to-do, twenty-one-year-old would have
been incensed to be called back to the offices a second time, never
mind a third.  That didn't mean he wasn't annoyed that a multimillion
dollar law firm like MKW&B was having such difficulty resolving a
simple insurance problem over his father's yacht.  It was quite simple
he'd been partying and hadn't noticed the speed and ran up onto the
dock.  If they'd had the proper warning buoys out it would never have
happened.  So pay the damages to St. Kitts harbour master or whoever,
and see that the yacht was repaired.  That was what insurance
companies were for. 

    That first day he had been waiting in the outer office to see the
lawyer he couldn't remember if it was MKW or B and didn't really care,
when this stud came walking into the office and announced himself as
being from the office of the District Attorney.  He couldn't be more
than twenty-four years old, and Steve had figured him for some gung-ho
articling student, not that a person's job mattered when it came to
having sex with him.  As it turned out Steve had a friend who could
hack into any computer system check this guy out for him the dude was
an honour student, a regular genius, and his first name was Mark.
Graduating with top honours from high school at the age of 16, and
from law school at the age of 23 magna cum laud, he had landed a job
with the District Attorney's office straight out of university.

    It was not his brains that attracted Steve, although he liked that
in a man too.  Dark brown hair, very stylishly combed, steel gray
eyes, and thin, sensual lips were enough to attract his attention.
Add to that broad shoulders, at least a 43 inch chest, and a 34-inch
waist, and he didn't just attract a man's attention, he demanded it.
Even in his business suit it was evident he had a fantastic muscular
build.  A very sharp jet black suit, a hundred-dollar button-down
white shirt, and a classy pink silk tie the dude had style besides.
Just looking at the man was enough to give Steve a hardon, and that
was what was happening at that very moment.  As it began to swell, he
imagined some of the hot things they could do together.  Steve had a
lot of ideas.

    Fortunately the ding of the elevator button brought him back to
reality again before he got into a state he would not be able to hide
in his dockers pants.  There were three others waiting for the
elevator besides him and Mark, two secretaries and some old baldheaded
dude that had gotten off on the wrong floor.  It was a good enough
reason for him to stand close to Mark as they got on the elevator.

    Mark inhaled deeply as Steve stepped up beside him.  He loved the
fragrance of Old Spice and recognized it immediately.  He especially
loved it on a hot-looking young stud like Steve.  This was the third
time they had run into each other in the past two weeks.  The first
time they had the usual meaningless exchange between strangers, the
weather, the hassle of having to wait, yesterday's football game.  The
second time it was just a nod and a "well hello again" as he was
heading into the office and the good-looking blond was heading out.
Now, there they were again.  Mark was beginning to wonder if maybe
this was fate knocking on his door.  While they were waiting for the
elevator, he had introduced himself "since we seem to keep on meeting"
and they had shaken hands.

    The dude had said his name was Steve.  He had lovely blond hair,
sort of beachcomber style, medium long on the sides and back and
combed forward over his forehead.  When he tossed his head back the
light hair bobbed and settled back down like fluff.  God, was that
hot, as were those emerald green eyes.  He had a gorgeous tan,
probably from spending his life on the beach, and looked sharp in his
white and blue polo shirt and khaki pants.  He was rich, or at least
his parents were.  Anyone who had MKW&B for solicitors had to be rich.
He was in good shape, muscular but a bit thinner than himself Mark
observed, but then he spent a lot of time in the gym working out
himself.  Strong body, strong mind, they went together, and Mark
planned on going places.  He'd like to go places with this stud, he
thought, and not just the 21 floors back down to ground level.  He'd
love to get into those dockers pants.

    They stopped at floor 19 and the two secretaries got off.  The
three men left shuffled over to make more space between them, not
because Mark and Steve wanted to, but because it would look rather
suspicious the two of them shoulder to shoulder on one side of the
elevator and the old dude on the other.  The elevator stopped at 18
and two secretaries and a boy got on.  The kid was in his mid teens.
The two men checked him out automatically and decided he wasn't bad if
they were into teenagers.  On floor 17 a courier got on with his mail
pouch, causing the occupants to crowd closer together.  That suited
Mark and Steve just fine.

    "Supposed to get up to 80 today," observed the old man.

    "Hot," said the boy.

    "Like it hot," observed Steve, wondering if the double meaning
would have any significance to Mark.

    "Me too," agreed Mark, wondering the same thing about Steve.

    "Fine for you boys in air conditioned offices," commented the
courier.  "Or who can spend all their time on the beach," he added,
evidently aiming his comment at Steve.

    Steve's tan had not gone unnoticed by the secretaries either.
They were stealing covert glances at him.  He smiled back.  Mark
frowned.  That was not a good sign. One of the hottest dudes he'd met
since he'd taken on this job and the guy has to have it on for women.

    At floor 16 the courier got off.  At floor 14 the secretaries
left.  Floor 12 was the one the old man had been seeking.  The
interoffice courier got on with his mail cart, forcing them to crowd
closer togther again.  Steve inhaled deeply, savouring the natural man
scent of Mark.  During the day Mark preferred an odourless sports
deodorant perfumed ones could become cloying in an office but on a
date that was another matter.  As he inhaled Steve's aftershave, he
wished they could date.  Neither man noticed the teenager cautiously
glancing at the two studs and getting aroused as he thought his own
thoughts.  Floor 13 the boy and courier got off, leaving only the two
men.

    "It is hot," observed Steve.

    "Yeah," agreed Mark with a smile.  "Perfect for a day on the
beach."

    Shit, thought Steve, what perfect teeth.  A day on the beach with
this stud would be wonderful, and then  . . .   The elevator came to
an abrupt halt, interrupting his thoughts and throwing the two men
against the wall.  The lights went out casting them in complete
darkness, and then the dim emergency light flicked on in the centre of
the roof.

    "We seem to have stopped."

    "The panel lights are all off."

    "Last I noticed we were at floor 9"

						 "Must be between 8
and 9."

    "Mm, just the emergency light.  Main power must be off."

    "Building like this you'd think they'd have paid their electric
bill," joked Steve.

    "Well, I'm sure it'll be on in a minute."

    "Yeah."                     

    The two men stood there in the darkened elevator, both wishing
that the power would not go back on, both wishing that there was some
way to discover more about the other, some way to find out what the
other's sexual interests were.  Hell, each was wondering how they
could get into the other's pants.

    "Air conditioning's gone off too."

    "Yeah.  I guess anything that needs electricity is down."

    "Yeah," agreed Steve, thinking he'd like to go down to.  He
wondered what Mark's cock would be like.  If it was anything like the
rest of his body, it had to be fantastic.

    "So, I've seen you here quite a bit lately," observed Mark.

    "Yeah, dealing with a little insurance problem over an accident
down at St. Kitts."

    "What were you doing down there?"

    "Caribbean cruise."

    "Nice."

    "Yeah, part of a twenty-first birthday party present from my
folks."

    "Real nice."

    "Yeah.  While I was down there, I skipped out of the cruise for a
day and took the family yacht out while it was docked at St. Kitts.
That's when the accident happened."

    "Bummer.  St.  Kitts is nice."

    "Yeah, but liked Barbados the best.  Been there?"

    "Once," Mark said.  "Love their shark and fish chowder."  He also
wanted to say he loved some of the hot beach studs, but Barbados was
not exactly known for its gay life.  Homosexuality in fact was still
considered illegal there.

    "Yeah," said Steve, wondering how he could get this conversation
around to sex.

    "Fuck, it's getting hot," Mark observed, undoing his tie.

    "You must be cooking in that suit."

    "You get use to it.  Being in a court room it can get even hotter
than in here," he joked.

    "So can some bars I've been in," smiled Steve and the two men
laughed.

    Awkward silence.  Steve reached into his pocket to pull out his
handkerchief to mop his forehead.  A pack of matches fell from his
pocket.  Spotting it as it fell though the air, Steve quickly bent
down to reach for it.  Mark's reflexes were faster.

    "Buffy's Bar," he observed as he handed back the matches.  "Nice
place."

    "You've been there?" asked Steve.

    "Yeah, in Inch Marlowe, right?"

    Steve nodded.

    "Great place for a beer after walking the mile back from Barbados'
Long Bay Beach," Mark observed.

    "Yeah, Long Bay Beach was fantastic."  Long Bay Beach had not been
on the cruise itinerary but it had been on Steve's.  He had opted out
of the tour of Bridgetown for two miles of sandy beach and lots of
dunes and underbrush for couples who wanted a bit of privacy.  Nude
sunbathing was not official, but some did it.  The beach was the best
known gay cruising spot in the Carribean.  The memory of that place,
of the darkly tanned tourists and the even darker residents of
Barbados, caused Steve's dick to stir.  He wondered if Mark knew it
was a favourite cruising spot for the locals.  "John's Night Cap is a
great nightclub there," Steve commented, wondering if Mark knew it was
also gay friendly, hoping that he did.

      Mark noticed that Steve's dockers pants had developed a very
definite bulge.  They had had enough of this toying, and he couldn't
stand being next to this hot dude without knowing.  Besides, what the
hell he figured, what sort of lawyer would he be if he didn't take a
chance.

    "Yeah, cruising there is almost as good as in dunes."

    Steve could not believe what he had just heard.  His dick gave a
leap.  "You're  . . . "

    "Yeah, and I'm guessing you are too."

								     "Oh
yeah."

    Mark reached over and brushed Steve's long blond hair out of his
eyes.  He bent over and their lips met in a long, hard kiss.  "I've
been wanting to do that ever since we first met," Mark admitted.

    "Me too," smiled Steve.

    Mark kissed him again and lifting up his polo shirt, ran his hands
under it, massaging the younger man's smooth chest.

    "Wanted you to do that too," Steve sighed.

    "I think we've found something to do while the power's off," Mark
said with a smile.  That smile melted Steve on the spot.  While Mark
continued to massage his chest, Steve untied Mark's silk tie and
glanced around for a place to put it.

    "Just let it drop," said Mark huskily.

    Dropping it on the elevator floor, Steve reached up and slid
Mark's suit jacket off, allowing it to drop to the floor too.
Unbuttoning his expensive white shirt, he could not believe the broad,
muscular chest.  It had a thick v of hair at the base of his throat
and rings of  hairs around his nipples but was otherwise smooth.
Steve ran his hands over the solid muscles, damp with sweat.  He
touched Mark's nipples lightly, and between the heat and his feathery
touch he soon had them hard.  He bent over and licked them, relishing
their sweaty saltiness.  By this time Mark had Steve's polo shirt off
and was running his hands over the younger man's smooth, deeply tanned
chest.  His nipples were soon erect with arousal too.

    The heat in the elevator was increasing, and the heat of the two
men was doing nothing to help.  They fumbled with each other's pants,
drawing down flies, unsnapping clasps, and eagerly pushing them down.
Mark was wearing G-string bikini briefs, which were jutting out with
his stiff cock.  Steve wasted no time pushing down his briefs and
releasing the thick, solid, eight inches of male meat.  He was
gorgeous.  Mark meanwhile had pushed down Steve's boxers and revealed
his own impressive man rod, an inch shorter but nothing to be ashamed
of.

    Steve's tongue followed the line of hair from Mark's neck v down
along the centre of his chest to his belly button, and on down to his
groin.  He bypassed the meaty sausage sticking up in the air and
waiting for his attention and went first to the low hung balls in
their hairy sack.  He licked the salt from them, savouring the aroma
of hot sweaty balls, the aroma of a real man.  He sucked one and then
the other into his mouth and savoured them as if he were about to eat
them.  Unable to wait any longer, he took Mark's massive organ in his
hand and licked the head.  Fuck, it tasted incredible.  As he licked
and sucked on it, Mark ran his hands through Steve's soft, blond hair.

    "Where is the lube when you need it?" Steve sighed.

    "Spit has been known to do the job," Mark suggested.

    "If you don't mind trying without lube," Steve said. "I'd love to
be fucked by you."

    "Sure, after a bit of 69."

    Steve was more than agreeable.  The two horny dudes lay down on
the elevator floor, Steve on his back and Mark straddling him from
above in the opposite direction. Two hot hungry mouths sank down on
the two rock hard cocks.  Two tongues licked and enjoyed what only a
man can offer.  The two naked men sucked loudly and eagerly, each
enjoying the feel of a hot mouth enveloping his cock, and each
enjoying the pleasure of a hot dick in his mouth.

    Finally Steve stopped sucking.  Removing his mouth, he added
generous gobs of spittle to Mark's cock head.  Mark raised Steve's
hips and added his spit to Steve's asshole, working it into his eager
opening with his first two fingers.  He bowed his head and fastening
his lips to Steve's hole, he forced his saliva into the hot man pussy.

    Finally Steve stood and braced himself against the wall.  Mark
stood between his outspread legs and eased himself forward.  His spit
dripping cockhead pressed against Steve's butthole and Steve strained
to accept it.  The men grunted and panted in their lust, their bodies
trickling with sweat in the  hot stuffy air.  Finally flesh gave way
to flesh and Mark finally entered the blond's butt.  Steve shivered
and groaned with the unique ecstasy of having one's body penetrated by
a hot, horny study with a weapon of solid male meat.  He swooned as he
felt the hard, hot organ slip into his butthole until all eight inches
were buried up his chute.

    Mark was enjoying the blond's tight ass just as much.  Feeling the
hot, wet hole gripping his thick cock, Mark slowly began to withdraw,
and then reaching the tight sphincter, he reversed and sank his pole
back into the willing body.  Sweat poured down the foreheads of the
two men and ran into their eyes, blinding them.  Sweat poured down
their solid, muscular chests and made them glisten as if oiled.  Sweat
collected about their hot nuts.  Soon the two men were groaning and
grunting in the throws of ecstasy.

    Reaching over around Steve, Mark took his aching cock in his hand
and began to pump it while he fucked the younger dude's ass.  Dark
brown hair and light blond were matted with sweat.  Mark wrapped his
left arm about Steve, his hard muscular body pressing against the
younger man's dark tan flesh and the two ground their hips furiously,
driving Mark's cock in and out of Steve's pulsating hole and driving
Steve's seven inches in and out of Mark's fist.  The two men grunted
and inhaled openly, enjoying each other, enjoying the sudden and
unexpected sex.

    Their breathing drew deeper and more rapid until finally Mark
lunged his hips forward and shot his hot load into Steve.  His hard
cock throbbed out load after load up the quivering man's rectum, and
with a sharp grunt, Steve's load shot from his cannon and struck the
wall of the elevator.  The two men sighed and groaned softly as they
openly enjoyed their climax.  Finally Mark drew out of Steve and
leaned against the back of the elevator.

    "Fantastic," he sighed.

    "Right on," agreed Steve as he reached down for his boxers to wipe
himself off.

    "Let me do that," offered Mark.  He quickly squatted down and
before Steve could react he had Steve's still hard cock in his hand.
Steve closed his eyes and sighed as the hot lawyer licked and sucked
him clean.

    The lights suddenly came on and the elevator started to move.  The
two men grabbed for their clothing.  Floor 8 came up and the door
began to open.  Steve paniced, his boxers being the only thing he had
on, and he lunged for the close button.  He was too late.  The door
swung open, fortunately revealing nobody waiting.  Steve quickly
pushed the close button.  As the door closed and the elevator moved
down, the men quickly pulled on their pants.  Mark threw on his shirt
and suit jacket, buttoning up the jacket to hide the fact his shirt
was wide open.  Steve drew on his polo shirt and the men slipped on
their socks and shoes just as the elevator reached the lobby and the
doors slid open.

    "You alright?" asked one of the maintenance men, peering into the
hot, stuffy elevator at the two dishevelled men, their clothing
rumpled and half open, their hair in disarray.

    "Yeah, we're fine," observed Steve.

    "It must have been hot as hell in there."

    "Oh yeah," said Steve as he looked at Mark.  "It was hot."

    "You were trapped up there for almost an hour."

    "Hmm, fine hour it was too," Mark observed.

    The maintenance men stared at the two men as they headed across
the lobby and out the door.  As they stepped into the elevator the
unmistakable odour of spilt sperm was evident in the hot, muggy air.
The men glanced at the departing pair and wondered.  Two handsome
dudes like that?  Two of the men were certain it could not be, the
third wished that he had been trapped in the elevator too.  As they
took the elevator up for a trial run, none of them noticed the white
gobs of cum that Steve had blasted against the wall, the only evidence
what had happened in that hot elevator that Thursday afternoon.

Comments can be forwarded to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at
authorsix@hotmail.com This is a fantasy of a 15 yo boy by the name of
Ryan who asked it be written for him.



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