Elevator Delivery

Published on Jul 31, 1997

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It was my lunch time and I was hungry as a bear. I work in the financial district and so I dashed to the elevator and pressed for the bottom floor. I got off on the bottom floor and I walked out of the elevator and saw him, a dream come true. He was very masculine, warm, He was wearing construction boots, tight jeans. Someone you would want to take home to your parents and say, "here's my lover," even though you haven't come out of closet yet.

Our eyes met, he gave me a small smile and said, "hi." He proceeded to the elevator and walked in. I turned around and looked at him and without any hesitation I walked back into the elevator. I asked where he was going and he said he was going to make a delivery. I felt his crotch and he already had a hardon in those few seconds we meet. We got off the elevator to where he was going and I followed him. He went to the restroom. He walked into the farthest stall and we went in. We started kissing, he was a wild and passionate kisser. He opened up his jeans and was not wearing any underwear and pulled out his cock.

It was a beautiful cock and I went down and started sucking on it. I pulled out my cock and started playing with it. He kept on playing with my ass. We kissed some more and he said, "boy I'd like to fuck your ass". I hesitated and said "i'm tight but only with a rubber you can". He bent me over and started to stick his cock up my ass. I could feel my ass was tight and yet he was pounding his cock up my ass harder trying to get all of it in. I finaly relaxed and my asshole loosened up for his cock and he was still fucking me harder. I looked back at him and felt him come. I jacked off and came in the toilet. We parted and I felt good the rest of the day.

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