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The Elevator What would happen if I got stuck in an elevator? I am a little claustrophobic, and I thought I'd probably be clawing at the walls and screaming after a very short time. Well, here's what actually happened to cure me of my phobia once and for all. It was a hot day in July. I was working on one of the top floors of one of the tallest towers in the city, had been working late and caught the elevator just after 9 p.m. I was surprised that there were still so many men working in the building, because it was really quite late. Anyway, the elevator stopped at several floors and on each, a couple of men (no women, also surprising) got on. By the 20th floor, there were 8 of us, all looking bedraggled after a long day at the office. Bedraggled yes, but obviously, all were fit. Two, like me, were wearing suits, their jackets slung over their shoulders, loosened ties and collars. There were sweat stains under the arms of their dress shirts. The others were more casually dressed in golf shirts and Dockers or jeans but equally disheveled. The smell of man was in the air. Suddenly the elevator came to a halt in between the 19th and 20th floors! The light went off and then the emergency light came on, but it was more like candle light than the fluorescent bulbs we had been used to all day long. The fan stopped as well. After only a couple of minutes, although it seemed much longer, I was ready to panic when suddenly, one of the men, an older guy with grey at the temples of his curly head of hair said, "Too fucking hot in here" and with that, he removed his shirt revealing a beautiful hairy torso with firmly contoured pecs and lovely large brown nipples. My panic subsided into another emotion. "Good idea," said a blond guy, tall and lean. He removed his shirt, displaying a completely smooth chest and stomach, but with a trail of hair (couldn't see the colour in the dim light) from his flat belly button to the top of his low slung jeans. All the others, myself included, removed our shirts. The discarded clothes were thrown into a pile in the corner. We were packed in rather tightly and as I said, we had only dim light. I felt a hand on my bum massaging the material of my dress pants. Another hand began to massage my zipper. I reached out and found myself holding a large, hot, moist hard cock. Someone had unzipped and taken his cock out! Then I felt hands on my belt and someone was undoing it, unzipping my pants and reaching inside ñ my cock was already rock hard and leaking. Before too long, we were all naked, the pile of discarded clothes now a small hill, and as my eyes became accustomed to the pale light, I started to take notice of my fellow prisoners, for that's what we were and no one knew for sure how long the sentence was going to be or even if we would ever be released. I guess we had all decided to make the most of the situation because all of us but one were sporting hardons! Let me try to describe as best I can the sights, sounds, tastes and smells of the entire situation.
First, me: I'm Ken, 28, almost 6 feet tall and a slim 168 lbs. I have light brown hair and a smooth, reasonably well-defined body. What hair I have you will find around my nipples (pretty nice if I do say so myself ñ pointy and hard) and a soft trail down from belly button to a small, thick, light brown pubic area. My cock is average ñ about 6.5 inches and on the thick side. My ass is nicely rounded and fairly smooth, even around the hole. I'm cut. Smooth arms and legs just about finish off the description.
Standing right next to me was Lorenzo (we exchanged names and other pertinent information later), an older man, about 45 with dark curly hair graying at the temples. The first thing I noticed about him was his beautiful smile, dimples and cleft chin. This I noticed as he got on the elevator a floor or two below me. He was very Italian looking, with a broad hairy chest, hairy arms and legs. I think he was the first to remove his clothes. He had a very fat, moderately long cock (about 7.5 inches) and a great deal of foreskin. His body was thick, but well-proportioned, and once I was able to feel his chest, noticed that indeed, it was muscled and hard. His nipples were about the size of a dollar coin and about the same colour too. He was thicker around the waist, as though he had been eating a fair amount of pasta, but it wasn't unbecoming. As he was standing next to me, I noticed his smell first ñ a wonderful heady combination of day long sweat and Curve cologne. To tell the truth, he was a real turn on, even with his clothes on.
Directly in front of me was Brandon, a fellow I knew from lunchtimes as we often ate together. He was about my age. I didn't know a great deal about him before we got stuck, but I sure learned a great deal almost immediately once the elevator stopped. Brandon was a strawberry blond, with longish straight light hair worn heavily over the forehead and almost to his shoulders. His body was very pale and quite hairy. His chest and stomach were covered in a soft reddish brown down. His armpits, which he displayed for all to see and smell, were thick with fine red hair and his smell was absolutely delicious. His cock was quite long and thin (perhaps 8 inches). His balls were hairy and sat quite low in their sack, one remarkably lower than the other.
Gordon was in his mid-30s. He was short, maybe only 5'5", but very muscular. He had a shaved head and a short goatee, but that was all the hair on his body. He was completely shaved and had tattoos on his arms and upper torso that swirled around quite a beautiful pattern. His shoulders were massive, his pecs well developed, his nipples large and pointed as if he played with them often. He tapered to a small waist and hips, and his ass was hard and smooth and round. His thighs were massive as were his calves, but it was his cock that caught everyone by surprise. It was huge, measuring at least 6" at rest but absolutely as thick as my wrists and he was cut. The knob of his cock was large and ridged, but his balls were small and smooth as well. I said that his cock was at rest and so it remained for long time. While everyone else was hard, his cock remained flaccid until after someone (me?) had a good go at it, licking, slurping, pumping. And only then did it grow and boy, did it grow. That cock must have reached 10 thick, veined inches.
But he wasn't the biggest guy there, not by a long shot. Of course, because he was so short, his cock seemed larger, but that honour went to the tallest of all us captives, Henry. He was at least 6-5, slender and dark haired. His body was well formed and in great proportions, except that he had very long hairy legs. His chest was well-developed, his nipples while small, were dark against his light skin. He was moderately hairy. But it was his cock that stood out ñ literally. It was at least 12 inches long, thick, uncut and curved upwards like a ram's horn. Brandon found it first (he was standing closest) and was on his knees worshiping the monster with every ounce of his being. We all turned around as the slurping noises that he was making drew our attention to that corner of the small box of our prison. I turned my attention to Gordon I was pumping his cock when I felt a tongue at my ass and turned briefly to see Lorenzo rimming me. He was getting me pretty wet and then I felt the tip of his cock push against my opening. I put a hand behind me and grabbed that thick member which was by now fully pumped up. To tell the truth, I was a little worried about what would happen should he try to enter me.
Lewis was probably the oldest of the inmates. He was at least 55, average height and weight, balding and altogether unprepossessing in his suit, but when he disrobed, WOW!! He was powerfully built and very hairy with dark brown hair covering his chest and stomach and even his back. His legs and arms were similarly hirsute. His cock at first was almost buried in his pubic hair, but very soon it stood out like a large horn, curving slightly to the left and upwards. It was quite thick, cut and ended with the largest knob on the elevator, a mushroom that was dark red in colour and so shiny that it reflected the small light of the room. Lewis's armpits were interesting in that there was very little hair there!
Paul was a tall, slim black man whose body was as solid as any, and perfectly sculpted as if from black marble. He was very dark in colour and aside from a little bit of pubic hair, completely without hair. His nipples were large and very dark and his armpits gave off a gamy aroma. His cock was large (possibly 9 inches), thick and uncut and of all the cocks I tasted that day, his was the best, a combination of tangy herbs and smelling like earthy cumin. His knob, when the foreskin was peeled back, was shiny and very red. His balls were huge and smooth.
John rounded out the group. John was a very young looking Asian guy, about 30 years old. But you know, Asians sometimes look even younger and Paul looked like a teenager! He was short, about 5-4 and slender. His black straight hair (the only thing straight about him) was cut in an interesting mess ñ sticking out on top of his head. His body was very smooth except for a thick bush of black hair at his penis. His armpits were similarly hairy, but he gave off no body odor at all, even after a long at the office. His cock was thin and straight (well, I guess there were two straight things about him) and stuck out at a sharp perpendicular to his body (about 5 inches). He was uncut and his knob was very red and shiny. His ass was small and smooth. His nipples were small and flat and deep brown against the gold of his beautiful satin skin. John's thing was to be fucked by all of us and covered in as much cum as we could give him. So it seemed to start with Brandon sucking on Henry's cock, but it took only a moment or two before we were all into the action. While Lorenzo was attacking my ass, first with his tongue and then with the tip of his cock, I was pumping up the magnificent Gordon. It took a few moments to get Gordon hard whereas after a quick check around it, was clear that everyone else was up and ready. Interestingly, Gordon was oozing precum even in his flaccid state. I bent over to taste it and felt more than just the tip of Lorenzo's engorged member against my asshole. In fact, he entered me, slowly at first and then right up to the hilt.
In the meantime, John was flashing his ass in all directions, standing in the corner, in the sole spotlight of the emergency lamp. Paul was the first to take advantage of the show by moving his face into John's ass and licking it, getting it wet for the first assault. While I whimpered under the force of Lorenzo, it was nothing in comparison to the yelp that emitted from John's corner. That seemed to be the beginning of the gang bang that ensued on John. All eyes turned to the interracial couple and we all gathered around, taking hold of each other's members while Paul continued to screw his black piece into John's golden ass while holding onto his flanks. Gordon moved around to give his cock to John's face and the little guy took hold of it with his mouth and gladly swallowed it whole. Lorenzo and I began to kiss, deeply, our tongues intertwined as we swallowed each other's saliva. Lewis, who until this point had been content to simply watch, began to pump up Brandon's pink piece, at first only using his hands. Brandon's cock was so slick that I could hear the squishing sound from where I stood, admittedly, within inches of the action. Ever turned on by the smells of sex, I was aware of the rich aroma of men, sweaty and musky. I think it was Gordon who pulled out a bottle of poppers and began passing it around, so the smell of amyl nitrate was added to the already heady mix. I had my nose firmly into Lorenzo's armpits when a change took place. Paul was replaced at the helm of John's ass by Lewis and Gordon was replaced at his mouth by Brandon. I began to lick and chew on Paul's black wand, deeply inhaling his rich aroma, now mixed with the musk of John's ass. The circle of mates (no longer "in-mates" except in the intimate sense of the word) continued to circle around John who while screaming, was obviously enjoying himself immensely. Lewis got down between John's legs and alternately sucked on his cock and played with Paul's balls while he fucked the little guy. I was playing with tits, balls, chests, armpits, anything I could lay my hands and mouth on. We were in full action now.
We were all tasting and smelling and holding each other. Opaque precum was oozing from cocks and wetting the floor and each of our bodies. The taste of the sweet nectar remained in my mouth as I continued to suck, now on Brandon, then on Lewis, then on Lorenzo, Paul, Gordon, Henry and finally, with John now on his back, on his little red cock tight against his smooth taunt belly. At one stage, Lorenzo docked with me, but the others seeing the fun we were having wanted their turn, so as I plunged my dick into the wet orifice that John was so willingly offering, each of the others took their turn with Lorenzo's long and thick foreskin wrapped around their knobs. As their turn came to an end, we rotated from John's ass to Lorenzo's foreskin and in between sucking each other's cocks, balls, asses, nipples, armpits ñ well, you get the picture. Suddenly there was a mighty groan and Lorenzo and Henry screamed their pleasure as they came together. Cum flew and covered not only the floor, but those of us in close proximity (all of us?). That seemed to give the rest of us permission, and we all began to ejaculate onto each other, John screaming, "Give me it, give me it!" and so I did, right up his ass. But that didn't stop the action. Oh no, indeed it just increased the frenzy of sex that had begun. We each of us took our turns again at John ës ass and continued to work on each other while awaiting our turn. The smell of cum, poppers, sweat and men permeated the tiny room we were locked in and simply turned us on even more. Finally, we each took our turn cumming into John's ass and then stood back as Gordon knelt down before the now gaping hole and began to collect the oozing cum into a cup that had been used for his lunch. Once collected, he gave it to John who gladly began to drink it, lapping up every bit of it. The scene was so pornographic and such a turn on that we all began to jerk off on top of John who was soon covered with the cum of his co-conspirators. We knelt down and rubbed the whiteness into his bronzed body. At that moment, deep voice came out of the ceiling speaker. "Hey, who's up there?" I responded with "Just a few guys." "You all okay?" We all giggled. "We're great," said Henry. "Couldn't be better," said Lorenzo. "Sounds like you've been having some fun." responded the voice. "We have!" we all chorused. "Hmm, I think I'm jealous," replied the voice. "Well, don't worry. We'll have you moving in moment," said the voice. We began to sift through our clothes, some now damp with sweat and various bodily liquids and we all got dressed in a hurry. The elevator jerked alive, the fan and lights came on and we began to move. It was then that we realized that none of us were wearing matching or even properly fitting clothes. But it was too late. Moments later, the door opened on the lobby floor and "The Voice" appeared, an elevator repair man who looked at us with some surprise. From the smell that emanated from the elevator, it must have been pretty obvious what had happened, but he still asked, "What were you guys doing?" "Oh nothing much," we responded in unison. And we filed out of the elevator. "Coffee, anyone?" someone asked and we made for the nearest coffee shop to plan our next adventure. "Can I come too?" "The Voice" called after us. And now there were nine.
Authors Note: In the weeks after the adventure in the elevator, the participants exchanged emails and picures, which I have included in the story.
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