The following story contains content that may not be suitable for all readers, including, but not limited to, drug use, physical restraint, non-consensual sex or emotionally damaging behavior. This story is fictional and does not portray real events or real persons. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are 18 years or older.
I saw my dad’s face light up when he spotted me getting off the elevator on the unfinished floor of the high-rise tower. He was the project manager of a new residential building being built on the Upper West Side, and I had dropped by to see if he wanted to get a beer and a bite after work. I had arrived home a day early from school and thought I would surprise him. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to go up and see him at the construction site, but I had run into his site superintendent, Bruno, downstairs, who had happily acquired a hard hat and a visitor pass for me and taken me up on the exterior construction elevator to the 57th floor. There was a stunning view of the city up here with the open sides of the floor plate, but I was glad of the safety barriers along the perimeter.
Bruno was a big burly man with a shaved head, a thick dark mustache, and a big square stubbled jaw. He always had a mischievous glint in his eye and a warm greeting for me whenever I saw him. “Hey Connor! How’s school? Are you getting any studying done in between chasing girls?” Bruno winked at me as he went through his usual banter. I just smiled and nodded like I always did, wondering what he would say if I told him I was managing to study just fine, in between sucking a cock or two.
I wasn’t out with my family yet, but I was taking full advantage of my time away from home to explore my sexuality at the liberal college. While there were plenty of hot, young men at school, Bruno was more my type, given the choice, but I put that thought aside since I was at my dad’s workplace. For now, I discreetly admired his pumped biceps and chest straining from his thin t-shirt and his well-packed jeans. Bruno was just one of many fit men that worked for my dad that I secretly lusted over.
As my dad hurried over to greet me, Bruno slapped me on the ass and said, “Well, it’s been good to see you, Connor. Enjoy your visit,” before wandering off. Still feeling the sting of his slap but enjoying the brief, personal contact, I called out my thanks to Bruno for bringing me up as I admired his impressive bubble butt while he sauntered off, before turning back to my dad as he grabbed me in a hug.
“Connor, what a surprise. I thought you were arriving tomorrow.”
“One of my exams was cancelled, so I was able to catch an earlier train. I figured I’d surprise you and take you out for a burger and a beer if you don’t have any plans.”
“I’d love that, but how about I get the burgers and you get the beer? I know what it’s like to be a student and watch your budget.”
“Okay. I won’t say no to that.”
“Perfect. I just need to take care of a couple things, and then we can head down. Your timing is perfect with the shift ending before the weekend. Why don’t you check out the view in the meantime? Just stay well back from the safety barriers. I can’t wait to hear about life at college.”
“Sounds great. Dad, take your time.”
While my dad finished up, I explored the floor, amazed by the view of the city as well as the collection of hunky men that apparently worked for my dad. It was a hot summer day, and most of the crew were either wearing shorts, jeans, or sweatpants with a t-shirt or tank top. Any one of them would stop all conversation if they were to walk into a gay bar with their muscular bodies, scruffy faces, and overall seventies construction worker vibe. I swear a few of the guys were going commando under their sweats, leaving little to the imagination as their heavy equipment swung freely, advertising if they were cut or not through the thin material of their sweats. With the combination of heat and physical labor, many were sweating with their shirts sticking to their tanned, brawny frames. I was discreetly enjoying the display of eye candy and storing away numerous steamy images for my spank bank.
I was warm myself in a t-shirt and rugby shorts, but I was glad I had at least opted for a jockstrap, as I felt the breeze riding up my shorts and across my ass. I often wore a jock when I was working out, but I also enjoyed wearing them day to day. I blame my father in part for this, as I know he still wears a jockstrap to run, although he prefers the classic white style with the blue and red stripes around the waistband from what I had spotted in the laundry. I preferred a bit of color myself, like the sexy black pair I was currently wearing with the word “Addicted” printed in yellow on the waistband.
“Okay, I’m done. Let’s go,” my father said as he caught up with me, and we walked back across the floor to the elevator. The elevator was a heavy-duty caged car attached to the exterior of the building with a motor at the base driving the mechanism. There was already a group of workers waiting at the lift as we joined them. By the time the elevator arrived and the gates opened, there were about 15 of us gathered, including Bruno and Dad’s foreman, Hugo. As we shuffled into the car, I heard my dad’s phone ring before he stepped aside to answer the call. “Sorry, son, I need to take this. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.” This was possibly one of the reasons my parents were no longer together. My dad was dedicated to his job and always seemed to be in demand.
With more men boarding the elevator behind me, I had no choice but to move to the back of the car as the elevator quickly filled up with sweaty men finishing their shift. It was obviously quitting time, and there was a sudden rush of workers leaving the job site eager to start their weekend. As more men boarded, I moved with Bruno further into the back of the car to make room for others while trying to avoid bumping into each other in the heat. As the giant box groaned and creaked, I turned to him and nervously asked, “Uh, what’s the maximum capacity on this thing anyway?”
Bruno laughed and said, “Don’t worry, it’s a construction elevator; it’s built to carry heavy supplies as well as men. We’re fine.” I anxiously turned towards the door at the far end of the car over the heads of the men now loaded to see my dad still standing outside of the elevator talking animatedly on his phone. He caught my eye and held up his hand to indicate he was almost done as the elevator continued to fill up. We all shuffled closer together to make more room.
There were now about 15 to 20 men between me and the entrance. I had my back to Bruno with Hugo facing me. Hugo was a shorter but solidly built, handsome, German man with a tidy mustache and wire-framed glasses. For a construction worker, he dressed well, spoke perfect English, and always seemed happy to see me. With Hugo standing directly in front of me facing me, I bumped back into Bruno’s solid form behind me. “Oops, sorry guys.”
Both Hugo and Bruno chuckled while Hugo said, “Don’t worry, Connor, it’s almost impossible not to bump into someone in the elevator at quitting time. It’s like riding the subway at rush hour.”
I got the sense the crew was holding the elevator for my dad. C’mon, Dad, hurry up. It was hotter than fuck crammed into the elevator with his crew. Finally, when I thought it would be impossible to fit even one more person into the hot, cramped cage, my dad ended his call and squeezed onto the waiting elevator before the gates promptly closed behind him. I could barely see the top of his white construction hat near the entrance over the crush of men in their construction gear. Hugo saw me looking for my dad and said, “Your father is a very busy man, but I know he’s been looking forward to your visit. I hope you both have a good time this evening.”
“Thanks, Hugo.” I awkwardly smiled at the foreman, pleased by his comment but uncomfortable with the lack of personal space as he stood facing me with no more than an inch or two between us.
I heard my dad call out in jest, “Are you in here, Connor?”
Before I could answer, Bruno spoke up from behind me, affectionately placing his meaty paw on my shoulder while the packed crotch of his jeans brushed my ass. “Don’t worry, Mr. Jackman, Connor is with us, and we’ll look after him.”
I smiled and called out, “I’ll see you downstairs, Dad.”
As the external car lurched and began its slow descent to the ground, I was jostled between Hugo’s shorter, solid form and Bruno’s towering muscles. I could barely see the top of my dad’s head at the far end of the car as the warm city air blew through the grated sides of the compartment, doing little to reduce the heat emanating from the sweaty men surrounding me.
I flashed back to last weekend when I had ventured out to a gay bar near the university and ended up on the dance floor dancing with a group of hot, sweaty men. Lack of music aside, I would love to find myself in the middle of this group of men in a gay bar, but given they were probably straight and worked for my dad, I focused on staring at the top of Hugo’s head while Bruno brushed against me as the car swayed on its track.
Hugo tirelessly smiled up at me while the elevator continued its descent. I could feel his powerful legs and chest brushing against me with barely any room to back up with Bruno behind me. I recognized others from Dad’s crew standing near us, including Peter and Max on my left and Lou on my right, effectively surrounding me. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining things, but it felt like the men were closing in around me as we descended until I was brushing into them with each jolt of the car. Bruno was rocking with the motion of the elevator, effectively bouncing his bulging crotch into my ass while my dick was pressed against Hugo’s muscular torso.
I was already horny surrounded by all these uber-masculine men without having the additional stimulation of two of Dad’s sexier employees grinding into me. I couldn’t believe they didn’t know how intimate their touch was, but then again, they probably had little choice with how packed the car was. I could feel my cock plumping up in response as I tried to keep my crotch from pressing against Hugo.
I glanced out through the cage to see how high we were, and it looked like we still had a ways to go. These construction elevators were built for functionality, not speed. Unfortunately, I could feel my cock working up to a full hard-on surrounded by all this sweaty muscle and with Bruno maddeningly bouncing his bulge against my taut ass. It felt like he might have a semi hard-on from the constant movement, or was that just wishful thinking? Fuck. I glanced over to my dad and could make out the top half of his head under his hard hat. It looked like he had about as much room as I did, with a cluster of workers tightly surrounding him.
As the elevator lurched, I felt Hugo press his crotch into my thigh, forcing me back against Bruno. I glanced at Hugo, and he still had his ever-present pleasant grin on his face as our cocks pressed against each other, separated by a few thin layers of fabric. My dick throbbed in response as I felt it trapped in my jockstrap pouch while Bruno became more insistent with nudging my ass with what now felt like a thick, hard cock. For that matter, was Hugo rubbing a semi against my thigh? My prick was throbbing and oozing pre-cum as I tried to make sense of what was happening.
I glanced around to see if anyone else was noticing what these two men were doing to me, but everyone seemed to be staring into space as one does on an elevator as we made our way downwards. Were Bruno and Hugo in on this together? As much as I was getting a thrill from the two studs dry-humping me, I needed to get to the ground floor before I embarrassed myself. I had visions of meeting my dad downstairs with a big wet pre-cum spot on my shorts and my hard-on threatening to burst free. I squirmed trying to step away from both men, but I had nowhere to go with brawny men on either side of me. I was hard and horny but trapped.
Suddenly, without warning, the elevator lurched to a stop between floors. There was a collective groan from the occupants as somebody said, “Not again!” What was happening? Over the grumbling and cursing, I heard someone get on the intercom by the control panel while someone else told everyone to be quiet. I couldn’t make out the conversation over the intercom, but when it was over, one of my dad’s employees explained to everyone that the motor had overheated and the crew was doing what they could to cool it down and reset the system. We were perfectly safe, but we were going to have to wait until they got the motor running again. There was a collective groan throughout the car as we realized we were going to be stuck here for a while without room to even sit down.
I heard my dad calling from the other end of the car, “Connor, are you okay, buddy?”
“I’m fine, Dad, just hot.” With the heat and close proximity of the brawny workers, we were all sweating like pigs despite the steady breeze through the open cage of the elevator car. There were murmurs of agreement around me with my mention of the heat as we were all roasting in the small box suspended over the city.
“I know, the temperature is terrible. I wish I could do something about it, but we’ll just have to wait it out. I’m hoping it won’t be too long. If it helps any, the beer is on me when we get downstairs.”
I heard some joker call out, “What about us, Boss?”
My dad replied, “Well, I guess I could spring for a round at Flanigan’s before Connor and I grab dinner. As long as Connor doesn’t mind…”
I felt every set of eyes in the elevator swerve towards me, waiting for my response. I grinned and said, “That totally works for me,” as a roar of approval rose from the crew as the crew looked forward to a cold beer at the local pub downstairs once we got down. I smiled as I realized how generous my dad was and how much his crew seemed to like him.
Hugo was nodding his head in approval at me while Bruno patted my shoulders and said, “Good boy.” There was something about this hulk of a man calling me “boy” while gripping my shoulders and pressing his hard-on against my ass that made me melt. While there was no longer any motion from the elevator, Bruno continued to gently rock his hard bulge against my ass while Hugo had his thick cock firmly pressed against my thigh. They had to know what they were doing. As I felt my ass nudged forward by Bruno’s advances, my rigid tool pressed firmly against Hugo, who pushed back, trapping both of our cocks between us and causing my tool to throb and leak pre-cum.
I felt Bruno lightly sliding his hands down my back to my hips as he gently but determinedly thrust against my ass. There was no longer any motion in the elevator or possible excuse for his thrusts. This hunk of a man was just getting off on humping the boss’s son’s ass despite being in the middle of a crowded elevator. Someone was going to notice if they hadn’t already. I looked over to see if my dad was watching, but he was facing one of the workers while they both looked intently downwards. I knew I should try to put a stop to this, but I honestly didn’t know how to, and part of me was getting off on being used by these two randy studs.
“Everything okay, Connor?” Hugo was looking up at me questioningly as I tried to make sense of why my dad’s supervisor was riding my ass in a crowded, stalled elevator while his foreman humped my thigh with his hard cock.
Surprised by his question when Hugo was working up to a full frottage session with me, I muttered a reply, “Uh, yeah. I guess.” What else could I say as Bruno continued to nudge me with his swollen cock? I could feel sweat dripping down my back as we baked inside the metal cage.
“Good, although you look tense. You should try to relax to stay cool. Unfortunately, we might be here for a while. It took them about an hour to fix the motor when this happened last week. The good news is the elevator is perfectly safe, and we’ll take good care of you. Try closing your eyes and thinking of someplace cool.”
I looked at Hugo in shock. We could be here an hour! And what did he mean by “relax”? How could I fucking relax while I was caught between a hard cock sandwich, surrounded by sweaty muscular men?
Bruno leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “Just try it, Connor. Close your eyes…”
“But…”
“Shhh. Be a good boy.”
There was that word again. Something about Bruno calling me “boy” made me want to follow his orders. I could literally feel pre-cum pumping from the tip of my cock as he pressed his dick firmly between the crack of my ass and whispered in my ear. Feeling frustrated and horny beyond belief, I gave in and closed my eyes, picturing myself swimming in a mountain lake…nude. I took a couple deep breaths, surprised by how good it felt to mentally remove myself from the elevator. I heard Bruno whisper, “Good boy, just let yourself go,” as I felt his hands slide across my flat stomach and carefully undo the button on my shorts before slowly easing my zipper downwards. As my shorts slid downwards a few inches and I gasped, Bruno reached back and grabbed my ass in his hands. I heard him moan appreciatively as he realized I was wearing a jockstrap and my ass was bare.
I was cursing myself for wearing a jock as Hugo groped my hard cock through the straining pouch of my jock and Bruno’s jean-clad hard-on rubbed against my exposed cheeks. I felt Bruno fumbling behind me, and then suddenly I felt the wet tip of his dick press against my crack. He had obviously freed his cock and was now sliding the pre-cum-covered tip along my ass crack. I could hear him quietly growling into my ear as the thick head of his dick worked its way closer to my tight hole.
Still, what the fuck was he doing? I was in an elevator full of workmen, including my dad, while the site superintendent’s hard cock was wedged between my cheeks, teasing my puckered ring. If there had ever been any question about my reaction to the situation, my hard-on betrayed me as Hugo reached into the pouch of my jock and wrapped his hand around my rigid tool. I opened my eyes and looked at him pleadingly as he rubbed pre-cum across my cockhead with his thumb and pulled on my heavy balls. For his part, he continued to smile at me pleasantly, seemingly oblivious to what his hands were up to. Impatient to access more of my cock, Hugo pulled aside the pouch of my jock and, spitting in his hand, reached down to skillfully use spit and pre-cum as lube to edge and tease my shaft. I felt him reach down and open his own fly before rubbing both of our cocks together. Hugo was leaking a generous amount of pre-cum as well, and it felt amazing to slide and thrust our dicks together. I could see he was exchanging meaningful glances with Bruno as they worked me like a tag team.
Bruno was being more forceful as he generously rubbed spit on the head of his dick and spread my cheeks wider with his hands, poking his cockhead directly against my puckered hole. While I had experimented with ass play, I had never taken a cock before. Also, we were in a crowded elevator with my dad and his other employees, and I was still in the closet. I was definitely freaking out, but I didn’t want to stop either. I tried to look for my dad, but I couldn’t see the top of his head near the elevator door. Where was he? Regardless, I couldn’t picture myself calling out to him anyways. What would I say, “Hey Dad, your superintendent is trying to fuck me while your foreman is edging my dick like a champ. Could you ask them to stop, please?” Also, did I really want them to stop?
I sensed a horny restlessness in the car as word got out about what was happening as more men glanced in our direction. I noticed Peter and Max on my left and Lou on my right had quietly turned so they could see what was happening. I could see Peter’s hard-on through his jeans, while Max had actually hauled out an impressive cock and was stroking it while he watched the two men play with the boss’s son. Lou had his hand shoved down the front of his sweats and was playing with his cock. How many guys on the elevator were aware of what was happening? I was surrounded by hot, sweaty men with hard-ons at this end of the elevator, with my dad unaware on the other side.
When Bruno abruptly grabbed my jockstrap and slid it downwards, I felt both my shorts and jock slipping down towards my feet. Before I could react, I felt someone nudge my leg up and slide my shorts and jock free before doing the same with my other leg. While my clothes were whisked away, I was left standing bare-assed in a crowded elevator with an older German masterfully edging my slick shaft and a large Italian cock poised at my hole. This was not good.
I was still struggling to keep a neutral expression on my face if my dad or others happened to glance over when I felt the head of Bruno’s cock finally breach my hole and slip past my tight ring. Unable to prevent myself from gasping, I noticed a couple of the guys giving each other meaningful looks as they realized Bruno had popped my cherry. At least he was giving me a moment to adjust to his girth while he firmly held my hips in his hands. I noticed a couple more guys had realized something was up and had turned towards us. Word was apparently getting out at this end of the car that the boss’s son was getting railed by the boss’s superintendent. In the meantime, Hugo was teasing a steady flow of pre-cum from the tip of my cock as he masterfully played with my tool. I was impressed with how detached his outward expression was from the action below. Anyone glancing at his face would have no idea what he was up to in the tight confines of the overcrowded, sweltering elevator.
While Hugo edged my rigid tool, Max and Lou both stepped closer to me, providing some additional cover for the rest of the elevator but also bringing their cocks closer to the action. I felt Max’s big tool poking at my hand while Lou pulled back an impressive amount of foreskin, exposing a big red cockhead. Max grabbed my free hand and wrapped it around his cock, while I reached out for Lou’s dick on my own, curious to feel my first uncut penis. I noticed Max had reached down to stroke Peter’s exposed cock while he quietly moaned and watched the action. Despite the impromptu circle jerk, everyone was taking care to minimize movement and noise so that others wouldn’t realize what was going on.
With both of my hands wrapped around fat construction cock and Bruno’s big cockhead wedged in my hole, I was surprised to see a hand come up from behind me holding a brown bottle to my nose. I heard a quiet voice say, “Here, boy, take a big snort. This will help.” Unsure who was speaking, I felt a hand reach up from the other side of me and hold my nostril closed. I knew of poppers but hadn’t experimented with them. Ducking down slightly so I would be out of view, I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help with accommodating Bruno’s fat cock. While I still hadn’t seen his dick, it felt enormous.
I glanced around to see several men watching me intently as the bottle was pressed up against my other nostril. “Again.” I was too far gone to object and followed the disembodied hand’s instructions, inhaling deeply. The smell of poppers seemed to waft through the superheated air in the jam-packed car, and I wondered if everyone could smell it. That thought left my mind as the popper rush hit me. With the heat and constant teasing, it felt like my head would explode as I experienced sensory overload. Suddenly I wanted and needed more men and more cock, and I didn’t give a fuck where I was. More than anything, I wanted to feel Bruno’s thick salami buried in my ass as I pressed back against him, and he accommodated me by sliding steadily deeper. Oh yeah, just like that, you fucking stud of a man. Fuck me daddy.
Hugo was watching me carefully as he rubbed our pre-cum-slicked cocks together and pulled on my cum-filled balls. He knew I was taking Bruno’s full shaft and obviously approved. I couldn’t believe the turn the elevator ride had taken in a few short minutes. I glanced up to see if I could spot my dad, and he happened to catch my eye at that moment, giving me a short wave and a “what can you do” eye roll at our predicament in the stalled elevator. With Bruno thrusting into me and Hugo teasing my cock, I struggled to keep my expression neutral and grinned back at him with a shrug when all I wanted to do was hunker down and let Bruno fuck me hard. Thankfully my dad turned back towards one of the workers near him, and I was able to duck my head down and focus on the thick cock quietly destroying my hole while I stroked Peter and Lou’s dicks. As more men near us clued into what was happening, I felt additional hands reaching for me, playing with my nipples, pulling on my balls, or grabbing my ass. I was impressed with how quiet the elevator was and how well the men hid what was going on, and I hoped nothing looked out of place from my dad’s perspective.
Hugo noticed me looking towards my dad and whispered, “Is your father looking?” I shook my head before he whispered, “Good,” and dropped down in the narrow space between us, slipping my aching cock into his mouth. I looked down in awe as his mustached mouth hungrily swallowed my thick prick while Bruno sank his cock to the hilt into my ass. I glanced up to see the men near us nodding in appreciation as they watched and stroked themselves while I carried on like a bottom slut at my dad’s workplace.
As I felt Bruno’s cock pull back to thrust into me again, Hugo deep-throated my cock as I reeled with the combined sensations. Bruno was riding my ass with a quiet vengeance as he gripped my hips. While his thrusts were firm and hard, he was careful to minimize any movement from the chest up, even though he was slamming his cock into my tight hole and bouncing his big, heavy, sweaty balls against mine.
The little German was going to town on my cock with a skill I had never encountered. For such a well-mannered, fastidious man, he was attacking my dick with a wanton abandon like a man starving for cum. Who knew Hugo was such a cock fiend? Not that I was complaining.
The little brown bottle made another appearance as I glanced over to the other side of the elevator to make sure my dad wasn’t watching and inhaled deeply. I couldn’t even see my dad at this point behind the tight group of men near the door. Relieved that he wasn’t watching, I took another sniff of poppers as Hugo slurped my tool and Bruno torpedoed my hole. I felt other hands all over me pinching my nipples and pulling at my balls as I rode another wave of popper-fueled lust, reveling in the hot, steamy aspect of a group of older, hunky construction workers using and abusing me at the workplace. I had never imagined sex could feel this good as my orgasm built.
With my eyes half-closed and my head tilted back, I was reeling with the sensations and looking forward to pumping a big load down Hugo’s throat when my dad happened to look over at that exact moment and caught my expression of desperation and lust. Over the muted noise of the men and wind, I heard my dad call out with concern in his voice, “Connor? Is everything okay?”
While Hugo paused in sucking my cock, Bruno continued to steadily pound my ass, either oblivious to my dad’s question or not giving a shit. His big, ridged cockhead was banging against my prostate with each thrust. I tried to ignore how amazing it felt as I felt my orgasm building again and calmly replied with a performance worthy of an Oscar, “I’m good, Dad. I was just thinking about that cold beer waiting for me downstairs.”
There was a collective groan from the men in the elevator at my comment, while Bruno took the opportunity to ram into me with a loud groan of lust. Hugo decided he had denied himself long enough and slipped my rigid cock back into his talented mouth while my dad responded, “Ha, I hear you, buddy. Me too. We shouldn’t be here much longer. Hang in there.”
Bruno spoke up at that point and added, “Don’t worry, Mr. Jackman. We’re taking good care of Connor,” as he quietly gripped my hips and slammed his cock balls-deep into my previously virgin hole. My dad looked thoughtful but nodded and looked away as Hugo moved lower and slurped my heavy balls into his mouth, sucking and tonguing them while deliciously stroking my rock-hard cock. Fuck, these two men were driving me crazy.
Suddenly, the elevator lurched to a start again and resumed its descent to the ground floor. As the men cheered, Bruno and Hugo increased their actions, knowing they didn’t have much time. With the men chatting about the elevator now working and looking forward to a beer downstairs, there was additional background noise to cover what was happening. The elevator rocked and groaned as it descended, and Hugo and Bruno raced to the finish. As I writhed between the two studs with my hands furiously stroking Peter and Lou, I could finally feel my orgasm arriving as Bruno grunted and began to blast cum deep inside my hole. I could literally feel his load splashing my insides as his big balls emptied. Hugo was finally being rewarded as my cock squirted streams of hot cum into his waiting mouth while he groaned and slurped my cockhead determined to swallow every drop of my load.
I could feel my asshole clenching around Bruno’s thick shaft as he thrust into me while I continued to pump cum down Hugo’s throat. I could hear groans around me as Lou, Peter, and some of the other men began to shoot their loads as well, with hot cum splattering my legs and ass. I glanced out the caged opening and realized we were only a few stories from the ground level. Fuck.
As Bruno slid his fat cock from my ass, my hole felt abandoned as I stood dazed with cum dripping from my dick and splattered on my ass and legs. I pictured the elevator arriving at the main floor and emptying out, leaving me naked from the waist down and covered in spunk while my dad looked at me in horror. I couldn’t see any way out of this with my clothes missing.
Just as the elevator arrived at the ground floor, I heard a gruff voice beside me say, “Lift your leg.” I looked down to see someone holding my discarded shorts open and guiding my leg before repeating the process with the other leg. I felt my shorts and jock yanked up while a rough hand shoved my wet, plump cock back into my shorts and pulled up the zipper on my shorts. As the doors on the elevator opened and the men began to shuffle through the door, I realized I was no longer nude from the waist down, even if I had cum splattered on my legs. I followed the crowd out and stumbled through the door to see my dad anxiously waiting for me. He looked sweaty and disheveled from the ordeal. “Are you okay, son?”
Catching my breath, I said, “I’m fine, Dad, just a bit hot and tired.”
Bruno walked up beside us and slapped my ass. “Don’t worry, Mr. Jackman, he’ll be fine after a couple of beers. He’s from sturdy stock, just like his father.”
“Thanks for keeping an eye on him, Bruno. I’m just happy to be free of that infernal elevator. We’re going to have to get that thing fixed next week, but for now, let’s all get a cold beer.”
As the group walked off the site towards the pub next door, I followed along. Bruno had casually wrapped his arm around my dad, pulling him in for a bro hug. I noticed the hug pulled up my dad’s t-shirt, exposing the waist of his jeans, where I spotted a black jockstrap peeking up over his pants with the word “Addicted” in bright yellow letters on the waistband. What the hell? That looked like my jockstrap. With most of the men walking ahead of me, I briefly reached down and pulled the waist of my shorts away from my abs, exposing my own jockstrap, except… it wasn’t my jockstrap! I was wearing one of my dad’s classic white jocks with the blue and red striped waistband. Somehow we had switched jockstraps in the elevator. Wait, what? How could that be?
I pictured myself naked from the waist down for most of the elevator ride with my shorts and jockstrap missing in action until someone had put them back on at the last minute as the elevator arrived back on the ground floor. Except it wasn’t my jockstrap. Somehow, someone had managed to strip my dad and switch our jocks, which meant that my dad must have been bare-assed for a portion of the elevator ride as well! Thinking back to the crowd of men tightly gathered around my dad and not being able to see him at times along with his disheveled appearance, I slowly came to the realization that I might not be the only Jackman to have busted a nut on the ride down.
I glanced over to see Hugo was looking at me and had caught me checking out my jockstrap. He smiled and said, “So you figured it out. It was Bruno’s idea to switch your underwear; he likes a challenge. We never dreamed you’d both be wearing jockstraps. Like father, like son… in more ways than one, it would seem.”
My mind reeled as I played back in my mind the last hour in the elevator while I was getting railed and sucked dry by Dad’s crew with the new knowledge that my dad had been possibly receiving similar treatment. What exactly had been going on in the elevator, and how many men were in on it? “Wait…” I couldn’t believe what Hugo was implying and looked for holes to poke in his logic. “But what about the elevator? You couldn’t have known it would break down?”
“Connor, you’re a smart boy. Did you really think the elevator just happened to break down? Let’s just say it was a convenient ruse to stall for time, and nobody seems to be worse for wear because of it. Even the last-minute phone call to your dad upstairs was arranged to separate you two, but I would venture to say that you both enjoyed yourselves. I know I did,” as he licked his lips with the taste of my cum still in his mouth.
Standing still in shock, Hugo wrapped his solid arm around me and pulled me along as we followed my dad and his crew into the pub for the promised round of beers. As the beers were handed out and the men gathered for a toast, Hugo whispered to me, “Don’t overthink it, Connor; just enjoy the experience. Now, drink your beer, although I think I’m going to savor the taste of your cum a while longer before I drink mine. Such a generous, delicious, thick load. Like father, like son.”
As I turned to look at Hugo, he winked at me. I looked around for my dad and found him with Bruno and his men smiling back at me as the crew raised their beers together for a raucous toast, “To the Jackmans!”
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