Author :  Christopher Pierce

Andy had been flirting with me since I’d moved into the apartment
complex. I wonder if he knew he’d end up with my cock in his ass flirting
with me like that. Probably he did.

The building was a tall tower with twelve floors. Living on the tenth
floor meant I’d have a lot of long elevator rides to look forward to. But
that was okay.

I’d noticed Andy early on, maybe even the first day I got there. He was
a thin young man, shorter than my 5’9", with a head of curly dark hair and
a lot of tattoos. They almost completely covered his arms - intricate,
beautiful work - and depicted a menagerie of sea creatures: fish, octopus,
dolphins, sharks and whales. He also had both of his ears pierced several
times.

Whenever we rode in the elevator together, he’d stare at me. I imagined
what he saw when he looked at me...chiseled facial features, my eyes shiny
and blue like the ocean. A well-trimmed goatee framing my mouth with the
same auburn hair that covered my head. My body not lean like his, but
more bulky and muscular. My chest hairy, my biceps big and rounded, my
legs long and strong.

I wasn’t sure of his intent at first when he stared at me, and not being
shy, about the third or fourth time it happened I decided to break the
ice.

"Hey," I said as I got in the elevator. Andy looked a little surprised
at being spoken to.
"Hi," he said. "I’ve been seeing you around."
"Just moved in," I said, "My name’s Chris."
"I’m Andy," he said, now seeming almost shy. It was strange for him to
be bashful after staring at me for the past few weeks, but it was sort of
endearing. And he was certainly cute.

"You’ve been looking at me," I said. Again, he looked surprised at my
forwardness - but being inhibited never got me anything.
"Sorry," he said, "I just..."
"Yeah?" I asked. Now it was his turn to be forward.
"I just think you’re really sexy." He said. The elevator reached the
fourth floor. "This is my floor." He said. "See you later?"
"Sure," I said, "That’d be great."

The next morning Andy and I shared the elevator going down. We were both
dressed for our office jobs. Andy looked cute in his dress shirt and
slacks. I knew there wasn’t much time between the fourth floor and the
ground floor, so I had to make this fast.

"What would happen if I kissed you right now?" I asked.
He gave me a big smile.
"I’d like it very much." He said. I smiled back at him, and leaned over
until our faces were close. He smelled nice - clean, like soap and
shampoo - and being this close to him was getting me excited. I gently
touched my lips to his. It was a nice kiss - tame but tantalizing,
evocative of future passions. Andy closed his eyes while I kissed him. I
liked that. It showed me he was fully there with me, not distracted by
other thoughts.

All too soon we’d reached the ground floor. I broke the kiss and had
another smile for him as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Have a good day," I said.
"I will now," was his answer. We reluctantly left the elevator, each
going our own separate ways. I thought about Andy all day at work. I had
daydreams about making love to him. When we were naked, I imagined all
the sea creature tattoos on his arms coming to life, leaving his body and
swimming all around us while we had sex.

I hoped that we’d get back to the apartment building around the same time
so we could ride together, and luckily we did. We looked at each other,
both tousled and worn out from the day. But the energy and attraction
between us was just as alive as it had been that morning.
I’d been invited to kiss him once, and felt no need to ask again. As
soon as we were alone in the elevator, I gently pushed him against the
wall.

"Hi -" Andy started, but I smothered whatever else he was going to say by
kissing him. This time I was more bold, and stuck my tongue in his mouth.
His own tongue was shy for a second, but soon was brave enough to rise up
and meet mine. Little noises of excitement escaped Andy’s lips as we
kissed.

I put one hand on the wall on either side of him, closing him in, sort of
making him mine. The elevator reached his floor, but when the doors
opened I didn’t move.
"Should I -" Andy started to ask, but I interrupted him.
"You’re not going anywhere," I said, "This time you ride up with me," The
doors closed and we headed up the rest of the way to my floor.
"I like it when you tell me what to do," he said quietly.

"Good," I said, "Kiss me," He leaned in close and touched my lips with
his own. Andy was a good kisser - a little tentative, but with fire and
passion behind it, ready to be awakened and called out. I raised one hand
to his chin and held it gently, tipping his face up a tiny bit so I had
ever better access to his mouth.

I stuck my tongue into him again and as I did I pushed him into the
corner of the elevator with my body, not breaking the kiss as I did. It
was fun to hold him there, only letting him move when I wanted him to. He
was in my power.

As the elevator climbed I held Andy there in the corner, kissing him
hard, and I could feel my cock grow stiff, stretching in my pants. I
pushed against him and I could feel his dick get hard in his dress slacks,
as hard as mine. We reached my floor but when the doors opened I ignored
them. Andy tried to say something but I stopped him.

"Shut up," I said, "I’m not done with you yet." When the doors closed
again, I pulled the emergency stop button on the control panel. There
were two elevators, everyone could use one for a while, I didn’t give a
shit. Then I knew we wouldn’t have any more interruptions. On a sudden
impulse I hit off on the light control, too.

Andy let out a little squeak of surprise (and fear?) when darkness
surrounded us. I grabbed him with both hands and lifted him up off the
floor against the wall.
"Whoa!" he said with a giggle.
"You like that?" I asked, "You like being in my power, don’t you, Andy?"
"Yes," he said, "I like it a lot."

"Good," I said, slowly lowering him back to the floor. I put one hand on
his shoulder, the other I ran through his hair. Even though it was dark,
I could feel my way around Andy’s body. I ran one hand gently down his
face, tracing his features - forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks, lips...

I paused at his lips and he kissed my fingers. This excited me even more
and I pushed one of my fingers into his mouth. Andy sucked my finger like
a baby with a pacifier. I stuck another finger in, and another, and soon
all of them were in his mouth, and he was sucking them like there was no
tomorrow. I got down on my knees in front of him and used my free hand to
touch the bulge that was Andy’s cock through his pants. It felt good -
not as big as mine, but with lots of potential.

I took my hand out of his mouth and used both hands to hold him in place
at his hips. Then I brought my face to his crotch and nuzzled his cock
with my nose and mouth. I licked the fabric of his pants, tracing the
shape of his dick. I heard him murmur above me. When I couldn’t resist
any longer I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and
pulled them down with his shorts.

With my hands I felt his boner sticking out from his body, jutting
towards me. I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock. Andy gasped in
pleasure as I did, and I felt his hands in my hair, stroking it, running
his fingers through it.

Sucking him off was great - I knew I was making him feel good, and that
made me feel good. I reached down and felt my own stiff rod, rubbing it a
few times. I licked Andy’s shaft up and down, wanting to give him maximum
pleasure. I tongued his cockhead, teasing his piss slit. His whole body
quivered as I blew him, and he started moaning quietly.

"Oh, dude," he whispered, "That’s so intense, it feels so good."
I let his dick slip out of my mouth long enough to say "Yeah, you like
that, huh?"
"Oh man I fucking love you sucking me," he said breathlessly, "It’s the
fucking best!"
"Show me how good it feels," I told him as I stood up, "Get down on your
knees and suck my cock like I did yours." Andy dropped to his knees so
fast I felt the air move. He undid my belt and pants and what a relief it
was for my cock to be free of the confining fabric.

He licked my shaft, his slippery tongue caressing it all the way from its
root to its head.

"Yeah, man," I said. "Take that cock in your mouth! Blow me, man! Suck
me like I know you want to!" He obeyed, letting my hot rod slip right
into his mouth. It felt fantastic, especially when he started some
serious sucking - taking as much of my eight-incher as he could, then
sliding it back out to the head.

I put my hands on his head and guided him on my dick, now I was the one
getting maximum pleasure! For some reason having all this happen in the
pitch-black of the darkened elevator made it even hotter. My balls were
throbbing with man-juice, wanting so badly to expel it out through my cock
and down Andy’s willing throat.

But I couldn’t shoot yet - we’d just begun! And I knew he wasn’t ready
yet, he knew there was more to come. I pulled Andy off my cock and pushed
him down lower, burying his face in my hairy crotch.

"Suck my balls, Andy." I said. "I know you want to. Suck them like the
good boy I know you are." He obeyed and kissed my hairy ball-sack, then
tenderly took one ball in his mouth. He held it gently there, safe in the
warmth of his mouth. Then he let it slide around inside, every move
sending thrills of excitement through me.

"Oh, it feels so good," I groaned. Andy took my other ball into his
mouth then and I almost experienced pleasure overload! I heard him moan,
a long murmur of satisfaction and excitement as he sucked my balls. With
one hand I felt my dick, which was hard as a steel spike by now, seeming
to pulse in time with my heart.

I knew I could make myself come with only a stroke or two of my hand, but
not yet, not yet! But if this kept up, I wouldn’t have a choice!
"Get up here and kiss me," I said suddenly. I had to get Andy’s focus
away from my cock and balls for a second or I would shoot for sure. He
let my balls slide out of his mouth and stood up quickly.
"Is something wrong?" he asked in a worried tone of voice.
"No," I said, "It feels fucking awesome,"
"Then why -" he started.
"Shut up and kiss me," I told him, and pressed my mouth against his. I
wrapped my arms around Andy and held him tight. Our kiss was long and
heated once again. When we finally broke he laid his head on my shoulder
and let it rest there.

It was kind of sweet to share this experience with him. A wonderful
intimacy had been created between us, even though we hardly knew each
other. I thought about Andy as I held him in the dark, and my thoughts
surprised me.

Somehow, I felt as if I sort of loved him. But how could that be, with
this being the first time we really interacted? I knew I wanted to have
sex with him, and that I felt protective of him. I cared about him. Was
all that love? Did it matter? I decided that it didn’t. What Andy and I
were sharing was special, and exciting. Was that enough, at least to
start with?
Yes I thought with finality.

I reached to the control panel and found the light control. Switching
the lights back on, I then pushed the emergency stop button to de-activate
it, and the doors of the elevator opened.

"Come on," I said to Andy, taking his hand and leading him out of the
elevator. I took him to my apartment, where I left the lights off but lit
a few heady-scented candles.

Into my bedroom we went, and I laid him down on my bed. Climbing on top
of him, I started taking his clothes off. He did the same for me, and
soon we were both naked.

Andy was very sexy with no clothes on. His chest was hairless, his abs
defined, his cock thick and hard, his whole body lean and slender. I got
up on my knees and looked down at him with a smile.
"You’re hot, man," I said.
"Right back at you!" Andy said, as he saw my cock, stiff and uncut,
jutting out from my body and desperate to taste this hunk of boymeat lying
beneath me.
"I want to fuck you, Andy," I said.
"Good," he answered, "Because I want you to fuck me."

"Glad that’s out of the way," I said, and we both laughed. I could hear
his breathing, every lungful of air drawn in with a tremor of excitement,
blown out with a thrill of expectation. His body seemed to glow in the
dim light, and my desire for him was suddenly so strong and intense that
it startled me.

I wanted to get inside him, to experience what I saw as his innocence
from the inside out. I wanted him so badly - part of me wanted to
consummate quickly, to take him and ravage him suddenly, but another
wanted to wait and savor every inch of him. To study him in detail and
learn every hill and valley of his body, to memorize his every curve, and
treasure every quivering breath he took.

But my desire won out, of course. There was no time for navel-gazing
when such a fine specimen of ass was being offered to me. Even at a navel
as perfect and picturesque as Andy’s. He wanted me badly too - all the
weeks of being my fourth floor flirt were coming to a climax - and he
needed, not just wanted, but needed me inside him.

"Please fuck me," he whimpered, "I need you to fuck me!"
"Yeah?" I said, teasing him, "You need my hot cock in you, Andy?"
"Yes!" he said.
"Want me to take this stiff rod and shove it up that ass of yours?"
"Yes!" he said desperately, "Please!"
"Okay," I said, "You’re just lucky I can’t resist you any longer, you’re
such fucking choice meat!"
"I’ll do anything you want," he said.
"Yes," I said, "I know you will."
"I’ll let you fuck me any way you want to." He said, as if needed to
convince me I should screw him. That decision had been made weeks ago,
when I’d first laid eyes on him in the elevator.

"Get on your stomach," I told him, and he obeyed. "Hand me a rubber and
some lube." He did and I slowly unwrapped the condom and rolled it down
over my hard shaft. With the lube I got myself nice and ready to screw
some ass.

I laid down on top of Andy, and he murmured when I rested my weight on
him. My cock nestled between his buttcheeks, and he wiggled his ass a
little for me. It felt good, sort of like being tickled. I rubbed my
crotch into him, and it was delicious to feel the friction we made
together.

I slid one hand between our bodies and found his asshole. With some
leftover lube I played with it, teasing and stretching, opening that
entrance to his body. Andy moaned beneath me, a sound of pleasure and
anticipation. When I was satisfied that he was ready, I pushed the head
of my dick into his hole. He tensed up a bit, but I whispered
encouragingly in his ear.

"You’re doing great," I said, "Just relax and let me in."
"Okay..." he whispered in response.
Gently pushing into him, I slowly inserted the rest of my cock inside of
Andy. It felt wonderful, incredible, like my whole body was electrified
with pleasure and delight.
"Oh it feels so good," Andy whispered.
"Yeah, you like me there, don’t you?" I asked, "You like me inside
you..."
"Yes, I love having you inside me," he said, "It’s the fucking best!"
With the hand that wasn’t guiding my cock into his hole I reached down
under him and found his own rod hard as a rock. I took his stiff cock in
my hand and squeezed it tightly, making Andy gasp. Now with my dick all
the way inside him, I could start really working him.

I made love to the man under me then, pushing my cock in further and
further. It was fantastic to fuck him that way, exactly as hot and sexy
as I had imagined it being. With my hand I started jerking Andy’s cock,
wanting to share with him all the pleasure he was giving me. In response
to my stimulation he started lifting his ass up for me, pushing it up into
the air, causing my dick to go even deeper into him. It was wonderful.
"Oh, Andy," I groaned, "I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw
you..."
"Yeah," he answered, "I’ve wanted you to do this since the first time I
saw you!"
Finally the friction was too intense to resist any longer.
"I’m coming!" I said.
"Me too!" he said, "Please keep jerking me!"

I did and we came together, our orgasms blooming inside us like ecstatic
flowers. I shot my load into my condom deep in his ass, and Andy shot his
onto my bed, his cock pulsing in my hand.

When we were both done, I let go of his dick and gently pulled mine out
of him. I climbed off of him and went to the bathroom to flush the
condom. Returning with towels, I cleaned us both up. Then I got back
into bed with him.

We got under the covers and Andy nestled next to me and rested his head
on my chest. I put my arm around him protectively, and held him tight.
It was good to hold him that way - it made me feel strong and powerful.

Andy quickly fell asleep, his breathing becoming slow and regular. I
stayed awake though, just holding him, breathing in time with him. I
imagined that I could hear our two heartbeats, beating together, into the
night.