Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2003 18:29:18 +0000 From: wadewright@att.net Subject: Here in the elevator? Here, In the Elevator? By Wade Wright 67, 66, 65, 64 ----Jim counted as he watched the floor numbers go down as the elevator floor passed each additional level. Jim was in the tallest, and newest, building in town, and his experience of riding the elevator that had the window looking out across the city skyline was quite a pleasant experience for him. Not being an office worker, he seldom had the chance to "ride the high-rise elevators". His visit this day was due to a necessary visit to a lawyer's office to sign some papers concerning his new construction business. "Small home, single story homes, " he thought to himself as he rode the elevator. "Maybe, just maybe if I can be successful, maybe,-- some day I will get to build something like this building." 63, 62, 61, ---- the car quickly slowed down. "Oh, the car is stopping", Jim realized. It stopped at floor 60, gained a new passenger and then resumed its decent. 60, 59, 58,---- Jim looked at the young man that had entered the car, said "Hello" and accepted the return "Hello" from the new passenger, then rather returned to his thinking about what his future could hold. "36 years old, starting my own company now instead of working for somebody else all of the time, maybe, oh God yea--I hope this is the start for me finally. Something new, something great. Yea,--I'm ready man!" As the descending car resumed its speed, Jim turned and gazed out the window of the elevator car and was again rather amazed that they could build an elevator where the riders could watch the entire trip up, or down, from inside of the car. He glanced back toward the control panel and watched the lights light up, 52, 51, 50,-------jerk! The car came to a very sudden and jerking stop between floors 50 and 49. The interior light of the elevator car went out! All of a sudden he heard buzzers going off. Sounded like warning buzzers. He looked at the control panel, it was completely dark. No lights were on. He then looked over toward his co-rider and said, "Well shit man! I think we lost power here! I think we are stuck!" The young man was, obviously, one of the office workers from in the building. Nicely attired in his businessman suit, he certainly did make a very good first impression when a person looked at him. Jim had noticed earlier when the young man got on the elevator that he was not some slob, but since he did not intend to actually spend anytime with the guy, he had not paid too much other attention. But now, things were different, and Jim did pay a little more attention to the other person that he was now stuck with. Sticking out his hand, the young man introduced himself by saying, "Hi, I'm Steve. I work here in an accountant's office, and yea, I'm not too surprised! Ever since they opened this building, they have been having some electrical problems every once in awhile and they simply can not figure out what is going wrong. We just live with it. It doesn't happen too often, but often enough that we all do try and make sure we don't need to head for a restroom just before we get in the elevator. We also make sure our bosses know where we are so that if we get stuck in here, they know where we are. Thank goodness it's light outside. It's kind of spooky in here when this happens at night and very little light comes in through that window. Hope you are not in a hurry someplace. I've been stuck in here for more than an hour before!" "Uh,---- Hi,---- I'm Jim, " Jim replied as he extended his hand out for the hand shake. "No not in any hurry, thank goodness though! So this happens quite often?" Just as Jim asked Steve how often this happened, the emergency speaker in the elevator car spoke. "This is building maintenance calling elevator car number 4. Is there anybody in that elevator car? If so, please push the button that says mic on it, and let me know." "Yea 2 of us", Steve replied. "I'm Steve from the accountant's office up on the 60th floor, and there is one other passenger in here with me." "OK we need to know who the other passenger is. Is the other passenger an employee in the building or a visitor?" "I'm a visitor that was up on the 72nd floor in the law office." Jim said "OK men. We are doing our damnedest to get this fixed as soon as we can. Are both of you OK? Will you be OK for awhile just in case it takes us longer than we want?" Jim just looked at Steve and shook his head as if to say, "Yea, sure I'm OK. No problem!" Steve then hit the mic button and reported. "Yea we are both OK. If we need anything, I know how to call you. I've been stuck in here before! Damn, wish the building company would put in some sandwich machines in these elevators for times like this, though." After Steve let loose of the mic button, he turned to Jim and said, "I know why they wanted to know who the other person is, that is in the car. The last time this happened, some guy was in one of the elevator cars with just one woman. She's got a law suit pending now against the building owner due to her, ---as she puts it,---extreme stress and fear of being raped!" "So now, if there happens to be a man and a woman in a car together and alone, they get one of them out of there up through the ceiling trap door." "Well shit!" Jim laughed and grinned about. "Well hell men, that takes all of the fun out of something like that. Hell, when two people are stuck in this kind of a situation like this, they are supposed to have fun. Don't you think? So, I kind of guess they aren't going to worry about two guys in here together, right?" Jim was joking and having fun, but he was starting to wonder if maybe Steve was taking these comments on a much more serious note than he had intended. He noticed that he was being checked out totally and completely by his co-passenger. "Yea I completely agree with you!" Steve said as he very cautiously and slowly started to move toward the direction of Jimmy. Looking directly in his eyes, Steve continued. "You are serious about what you just said right? You are not kidding, are you? I'm the kind of a guy that likes to get stuck in a situation like this, and as you say, have fun. Get my drift?" All of a sudden, Jim was becoming aware that the attractive, very well attired young man in the elevator car with him, was gay horny. "Yea, I thought I was joking, but Steve, I kind of think that you might be putting a little more into my comments than I meant." "Hey, if I need to get back on my side of the car, and keep my mouth shut, now is the time to tell me! Or let me have my fun. If you have not yet figured it out,-- yea man, I'm gay, --yea man you are one hot dude, and --yea man, I want to have some fun while we are stuck in here. Can I?" Jim was completely taken back with young Steve's very straight forward manner and statements. Shocked in fact! Looking at Steve, Jim thought to himself, "Well man you have just been propositioned, complemented and actually told that he wants to have some sexual activity with you. What are you going to do?" "You mean here,--- in the elevator?" "Yea! Yes! We are stuck here, just you and me for awhile. Can I?" "How old are you Steve?" Jim asked. "I'm 22 why?' Steve replied. "Well, for one thing, if I did let you do something, I need to make damn sure I'm not playing around with some underage kid that just looks like he is of age, and --well --I don't know why else. I guess I just couldn't tell for sure. So if I say, yea, what do you want to do, and what makes you think that right in the middle of it the electricity won't come back on and have the door fly open?" "I want to suck on your meat stick, and don't worry about the doors coming open. I've been stuck in these elevators enough to know that when the electricity does come on, this car heads directly to the main floor level. Even if I've got your dick in my mouth when the electricity comes back on, we will still have enough time for me to let you pull your dick out of my mouth, get you all tucked back into your pants, straighten myself all back up, and walk out of here, looking all primp and proper!" Steve then cupped his hand, placed it directly in front of Jim's crotch and asked, "May I please sir?" Jim looked down and realized that Steve wanted to grab his crotch. "What a weird situation this is. Shit man, do I let this kid do that or not? God, what a weird thing to have going on!" "Hey Steve, they can't hear us unless we push that mic button right?" "Yea right. Hell right, or I would not have been talking all hot and heavy to you like I have been. So Jim, you have not told me just yet if I can grab ahold of that basket and then take it out? I'm straight forward man, I want you, I'm being really honest with you, and I'm trying to make you happy too. But I'm not going to play with you and your dick, unless you tell me it's OK! Can I do you?" "Yea" Jim lowly replied. "Yea, you can. Yea I'll let you. What do you want me to do?" "You just stand there and look your pretty self. I guess from the way you are acting, you've never had this done to you before, right?" "Yea, Steve, Yea-you are right. I mean, no, I have never had this done to me before! Yea man, this is the first time that anything like this has ever happened to me. I'm not a gay guy. I'm a married guy, so yea, this is all new to me." "Well, good then. I'll do something that you have never had done to you before then. Are you a daddy?" "Yea, I have two little kids. Little boy 4 and little girl 2. Why? Why do you want to know that?" "Oh hey,-- sorry, did not mean to get too personal! I was just wondering if when I called you Daddy, was I really talking to a true daddy!" As Steve unbuckled Jim's belt, unfastened the top button on his jeans and then pulled the zipper down, he exclaimed! "Well shit man! You are not such a straight laced dude, after all, are you? You don't wear any underbriefs! Shit man, you are more butch than I actually thought. Hell man, I wish now we were someplace other than in here! Hell man, all of a sudden I think you could be taught a hell of a lot more than just to stand there and let me suck on your dick." "Car number 4, are you there? Is everything OK? Please push the button and let us know how everything is." The elevator speaker rather interrupted. Steve reached for the button and replied, "This is Steve in car number 4 and everything in here is really OK." As he looked directly into Jim's eyes, he grinned and continued, "We are doing fine, and hanging in there OK. No problems here. Any idea of about how much longer we will be in here though?" "Steve, we are working on it as fast as we can, but I can not give you a time yet. We've got some technical guys on their way here to try and help us out, but I'm afraid that it might be some time yet. We've got to try and get this damn thing fixed before quitting time since we have a lot of folks up on the upper floors that really can not walk all of those stairs to get out. So we are trying our damnedest to try and get at least part of it going by about 4 or 4:30. Are you two guys going to be OK it we don't get you out of there until then?" Looking at Jim, Steve broke out in a very large grin, and replied, "Yea we are OK. We can hang in there. But Jim needs you to call his wife and let her know where he is and why he is not home. Here's Jim so he can give you a number." "Yea, OK, we will do that". Jim gave the maintenance man the phone number and his wife's name. Turned to Steve and said, "You know man, that was very, very thoughtful of you thinking about my wife and having that guy call her. That was really nice of you." Then looking at this watch, he continued, "Well, they are hopeing for 4 or 4:30 right? Well Steve, I guess it looks like maybe you have about 2 hours of sucking to do if you are still ready and willing." "Hell yes man! I am ready." Then looking upward toward the sky, Steve said, "Thank you Dear Lord. I finally got stuck on here at a good time for a change! Thank you!" Steve then spent the better part of an hour and a half giving Jim the treatment of a lifetime, and letting Jim understand how enjoyable it can be to let another guy take advantage of you, and your very private parts, at least once in awhile. Steve had to encourage Jim to just "let it go" when he got close to cumming. As Steve would choke and rather gag from having all of Jim's rod stuck down his throat, Jim kept asking Steve if he was really still OK. He kept asking each time when he got all ready to shoot off again, did he really want to eat his cum. Jim admitted that this was a completely new and yes, exciting, experience for him. He admitted that he was having fun. Jim did gain enough nerve to reach down and grab Steve's crotch, once or twice, but never went so far as to take Steve's dick out. Steve was completely happy with that. He was much more interested in taking care of Jim's meat, than to have his played with. He simply knew that with Jim allowing him to play with his stick, he was getting way, a whole lot way more, than most guys could ever expect under similar situations. Steve felt like he had hit the jack-pot today. "Steve, how often do you get together with other guys?" Jim asked. "Well with different guys, not that often. See, I am in a relationship that I have been in for almost four years now, so it's usually just me and Fred, my other-half. He knows that I am a really horny guy, and he knows that whenever I get a chance that I do it whenever and with whomever I can. He will really enjoy hearing about my afternoon today. Shit man, I know he will be jealous that he got left out. When I describe you to him, that in itself is going to make him so horny that I know I will get more sex tonight." Jim considered that comment very complementary. "Well Steve, thanks for that comment. I sure do hope it works that way for you then." Just as Jim was thanking Steve for his comment, and was just about ready to ask him if he was going to go back down on him again, for perhaps the 8 or 9th time, the elevator car shook, the lights inside the cabin came on, and the decent down toward the main floor resumed. "Oh shit! Jim exclaimed. "Shit man! We are headed for the lobby." Jim very quickly stood up, tucked all of his equipment and his clothing back in, and made himself all presentable. Steve rechecked his face with his hands and then asked Jim, "Hey man. I don't have any cum stuck on the side of my face that I can't feel do I?" Just as the car came to the lobby floor and the door opened, Jim told Steve, "No man. There is not. You are OK." Both men were quite surprised at how completely empty the lobby was as their elevator car door completely opened, and they got out. Nobody! Nobody was in the lobby! Steve turned to Jim and said, "Jim, I wish I cold know you longer man! You are great! Thank you so much!" Jim looked at Steve and said, "Steve, the last couple of hours have been just great! I wish the very best of everything to both you and Fred. Thanks for everything Steve!" He turned to go out the south door, paused, turned back toward Steve, put his arm around his shoulder, pulled him up close and tight, kissed him on the side of the face and once again said, "Thank you man!"