Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2007 20:50:00 EDT
From: Wardsafe@aol.com
Subject: The Elevator

The elevator was small and crowded for a large condo building which during
peak hours made for some very tight rides to the 41st floor. It was early
spring when it started so the weather was warm and comfortable on the east
coast and people were lightly dressed. In the beginning it was just a
casual brushing of his hand against the front of my pants which seemed to
ignite my curiosity as to the fact that it may be intentional. I found
myself more interested in riding the elevator at the same time each day to
see if it would happen again, which it did. The escalation of his groping
was a month later and the elevator was very crowded as I noticed him
maneuver his way toward the rear so he could stand in front of me. This
time I knew it was no accident since his hand seemed to trace the outline
of my hardening cock on the slow ride to the upper floors. As the number of
people reduced in the elevator he didn't move away to make more room for me
but instead seemed to push back against me to hide his actions. This
continued for about another two weeks, which I must admit I didn't mind,
with his attention focused on just tracing the outline of my cock.

So you understand, I'm a single guy 31 years old with an advanced degree in
electrical engineering and working at a great position for a large brand
name company. Having a middle six figure income has allowed me to live well
and afford a very nice condo unit. I'm not a model type but have been told
by a lot of women that I'm good looking and I try to stay in shape with
regular runs in a nearby park. I have dated a few women but they just seem
to not be something I want to spend time with. I had a mutual jack off
session with a college roommate, him doing me and me doing him, but have
never had actual sex with another man. Am I gay? I really don't know
because, while I have thought about sex with guys, I have never tried
anything and have only had a passing interest in the locker room with a
couple of younger guys that were attractive and had great looking cocks. 

The man with "the hands" is a few years older, also good looking and
appears to stay in good shape by using the gym equipment in the building. I
get off (the elevator) on the 41st floor and he always pushes 39 so I
assume he lives on that floor.

After his groping escalated, I actually started to dress a little different
and would often go without under ware or would wear light weight shorts or
running pants in the hope that he would try again. The idea of another
attempt had begun to excite me to the point that I would chub up a little
just waiting for the elevator. The next increase in fondling happened about
month later when I had returned from running in the park and was only
dressed in a light shirt and light weight running shorts sans underwear.
The elevator was not very crowded but he smiled at me as he pushed his way
to the rear to stand in front of me. By the time he was positioned in front
of me my cock was half hard in anticipation.  He never looked back, but put
his hand behind him and felt for my crotch and finding a half hard cock. He
didn't hesitate to squeeze and start stroking my cock through my shorts. At
one point I let out a little moan and he stopped for a few seconds. This
time as he started to leave the elevator he smiled and said good evening.
Working my way off the elevator on the 41st floor with a stiff cock pushing
out the front of my shorts did not leave me in the mood for conversation.
On reaching my apartment, I tore off my shorts and jerked my cock until I
shot a huge load into the carpet all the time thinking about the man with
hands.

Not sure where this was leading, if anywhere, my mind was going crazy
wondering what would happen the next time. Trust me, I was hoping for a
next time. Three days later it happened again. This time there were only a
few people on the elevator and again he managed to position himself
directly in front of me and worked me into the corner so his behavior was
not visible to others. As the last time, by the time he put his hand behind
him, my cock was poking straight out and ready for his caresses.  As soon
as he realized I was hard, his hand forced up the front of my tee shirt and
slipped inside of my sweat pants to find my bare cock. Keep in mind that my
work schedule doesn't leave a lot of time for sex and it had been nearly a
week since I had gotten off. I guess you could say I had a hair trigger
because by the 23rd floor and the fifth stop my cock was leaking
profusely. On the next stop, which was the 30th floor my cock exploded just
as the door closed, filling my pants with a huge load which soaked his
hand. His floor was next and he slowly removed his hand from my pants and
as he exited the door, raised his hand to his mouth and licked a long white
stream from his finger. 

Where the hell was this going? Clearly, he has lit a fire in me that I
didn't know existed. Every thought of what he has done to this point has me
wondering what will happen next. All of which only serves to increase the
excitement and anticipation.

Not sure what to expect next I kind of let it slip from my mind for a
week. On a Saturday I went out for my usual run and was wearing my shorts
and tee shirt. Since it was an unusual time, I entered the lobby to find no
one waiting for the elevator. I pushed the button and waited. The doors
opened and I entered and the doors started to close, when I heard someone
ask to hold the elevator. I pushed the door open button. Oh god it was him,
just finished from his workout at the gym. He entered and the doors closed.
He immediately stepped forward toward me and pushed me into the corner of
the elevator. Massaging my crotch, he whispered in my ear and said "are you
enjoying our little game?" My cock was hard as a rock and I tried to think
of what to say in response. When I responded with yes, he said "would you
like to continue?" I whispered yes into his ear and he said good I want you
to follow me to my room. With my heart beating I waited for the elevator to
stop at 39 and I followed him to his room.

On entering his room he pushed me against the wall and put his lips against
mine forcing his tongue into my mouth. Within seconds I was returning his
kiss and panting like a dog in heat. He finally stopped and stepped back
looking at my erection pointing out from my pants. He reached over to a
table and picked up a shopping bag from a high end nearby store and handed
it to me. He told me to leave and go to my apartment and look in the bag.
He said there are instructions that would tell me what to do and some
things to use.

He opened the door and ushered me into the hall saying that he would see me
later.  When I got to my apartment I was nearly out of breath but still
sporting a hard on that poked out the front of my running shorts. On
entering my apartment, I opened the bag and found a note, an enema kit,
razors and a medium sized butt plug. The note said that I had one hour to
return to his apartment ready for the evening. I was instructed to give
myself a minimum of three large enemas or until the water was clear. I was
told to shave my balls and ass smooth and to trim my pubic hair short. My
arm pits and chest were likewise to be smooth. I was to lube my ass and
insert the butt plug and was then to dress in clean shorts and a tee shirt
and flip flops and return to his apartment in one hour or less. If I was
late he said I was to be punished.  Having played with enemas before, this
was the easy part. The shaving was a bit more difficult. 

I arrived at his door with 5 minutes to spare and rang the bell. I waited
and the door finally opened. There he stood with nothing on but a white
bathrobe. I was instructed to enter and stand. He stood in front of me and
told me to strip. I removed the tee shirt and the shorts and stepped out of
the flip flops. Standing naked under his gaze caused me to turn red with
embarrassment. He told me to stand still and his hand slowly ran over my
entire body including my ass crack and very sensitive pucker. He said, very
good everything is smooth. I'm now naked and shaking wondering what will
happen next. I had spent my entire life wondering what it would be like to
have sex with another man and it was about to happen.

My cock had shriveled to nothing but skin and my balls were sunk in to my
body to the point that I was back to childhood. This man had total control
over me and I wanted it to be so. I was told to stand in the corner facing
the wall and no talk. As I assumed this position, the door bell rang again
and he answered it as he had with me. He told the person to strip just as I
had been. Since I was afraid to turn and look I could only listen as he
repeated the commands he had given me.