Date: Mon, 05 Oct 1998 23:03:24 PDT
From: "J.O. Dickingson" <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Elevator Music (m/m)

                         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.