Stuck in an Elevator

It was a new, exciting part of my life. All my 20 years, up until now, had been spent in my hometown, a rural but pleasant place, but nothing of note really ever happened there, unless you consider the local gossip and rumour mills, but they were superficial anyway. That was my life, up until 3 weeks ago. I had never spent more than a week away from my hometown, or my parents for that matter, yet here I was. I wasn't the most intellectually gifted at school; don't get me wrong, I'm not stupid or anything, just fairly average. I'd done pretty well at sports, swimming and athletics mostly. 

Since taking the big step to move here, I'd landed myself a fantastic job, something I'd never even dreamt possible. I was an assistant at a law firm. Sure, I was the coffee boy and the errands guy, but there was so much scope to move up the company, even though I'd never been to college. After finishing my first week in this new job, I was exhausted. It was long hours. Long, long hours. Strangely though, I couldn't sleep that Friday night. After a few hours of insomnia, I decided to hit the gym and make myself tired that way.

I'd signed up to this gym a few days before. It was an odd gym, to say the least. None of the high-tech, clean and modern gym you'd expect in the big city, but a more brutal, metal and weights kind of place, in a run-down and mostly disused factory. It was cheap though, so there's that. I entered the front door, the lights flickered and I immediately thought of the hundreds of horror films I'd watched. Yeah, this is how somebody gets haunted and killed, I thought to myself. Regardless, I headed into the rickety old elevator to the 4th floor. 

I set about my workout pretty well, following my usual routine, but nothing strenuous. The place was deserted, just me and another guy; expected at like 1.30 am, I guess. My mind wandered to my next plans, how I can impress at work, how to make new friends, all the usual things you think about in the middle of the night when you want to sleep. After an hour, I was fully exhausted and headed to the showers. Fully refreshed and now feeling sleepy, thank God, I packed my gym bag and headed back to the elevator, ready to collapse into my bed. As I approached, the other guy who was working out was also waiting at the elevator. He politely nodded and we both entered the elevator upon its arrival.

We couldn't have been descending more than a couple of seconds before the rickety old elevator came to a complete stop, the lights again flickering before going out completely. "That don't sound good", the other man noted. He took out his phone and using the flash, found the buttons. He pushed the first floor, nothing. He pushed all remaining floors, nothing. He pushed the alarm. Again, nothing. He pushed them all, together, separately, softly, forcefully. He tried everything, nothing worked. "Fucking shit, man", he said. "What shall we do?", I responded. "Move over a bit, I think I can get out the top, hold the light if you can." I held his phone, pointing at the roof. He was very muscular, so after hitting the top of the roof open, he pulled himself up. "Pass me the light", he said. I did. "Nah dude, we're screwed". He jumped back down into the elevator, sighing. "It's too far back to the fourth, and I'll be damned if I'm attempting to climb that rusty, old shit. I'm going to wait it out, I think this place is staffed again at 9 or 10". That wasn't exactly what I hoped to hear. "Can't we shout, as people enter and try use the elevator, they'll hear us?", I asked. There was a pause, before the man remarked, "We could, but they'll likely not hear us on the first, and they'll  use the stairs anyway, other side of the building. I'm just going to try get some sleep, wait it out". I resigned myself to my fate. Not exactly the comfortable bed I had in mind but, sleep was sleep right. The elevator was really dark, I couldn't see the guy who was barely a foot away from me. Using my gym bag as a pillow, I got as comfortable as I could and drifted off into dream land. 

As I awoke from my slumber, my immediate reaction was to grab my back in pain. Ouch, that elevator floor was a bitch. I stood and tried to stretch it out. "Good sleep?", the man laughed. "That floor killed my back.... and you?", I replied. "Yeah, the same". "What time is it?", I asked. "3.30", the man replied. "Shit, man". Not a good sleep and not even a good time filler. "I'm Rod, by the way", the man said. "Nick", I responded. "I'd shake your hand, but I can't even see you", the man noted. "You use this gym much?", I said, making light conversation to pass the time. We continued chatting, mostly vague conversations you have with strangers. He was 46, builder, divorced, lived alone in an apartment. 

Our conversation soon got round to me being new in the city, and asking advice on places to go. "Do you know the best places to go, like to meet new people?", I enquired. "Depends, what you looking for I guess. Meeting new girls and such?", he responded. "Well, yeah, it wouldn't hurt", I laughed. "Fake ID?". "Yep". I'd 'acquired' it a week ago. "Then let me know your type of girl, I'll let you know the best places". I pondered for a few seconds. "I'm pretty open to all", I responded meekly. He laughed at that. "Keeping the options open, huh?", Rod asked. He was smiling I knew, even though I couldn't see him to say for sure.  He recommended a few places and I kept a mental note of them. "So what type of girls do you normally look for?", I asked Rod. "Funny thing, that," he began, "I've been with a lot of girls, and I mean a lot. Hell, I been married twice. More recently though, I've been more into guys". There was an awkward pause, abrupted by his laughter, "It's cool man if you're not comfortable with that". "I'm cool, it's cool", I responded quickly, not trying to cause offence. "Yeah, so recently guys has been more my thing. Girls-wise though, I like myself a big titty blonde girl or a big ass black girl", we both laughed.

Trying to not come across homophobic, I asked him, "and your type of guy?". There was a pause. "You really want to know or you just trying to be polite?", he remarked. "Erm.... both, I guess", I fumbled. He laughed. "I like myself a younger white dude, athletic, but slim. Nice ass don't hurt". A lengthy period of silence ensued. I was remotely aware that I fit his type in guys; blonde white guy, slim but with a swimmers athleticism, and a few girls had mentioned how nice of an ass I had, for a guy. "Don't be nervous though man, I'm no rapist, everything is all consensual with me", Rod remarked. "No problems", I responded awkwardly, "so how did you find out you were more into guys?", I asked. "Fluke, really. I never thought about guys until a year ago. I was sick of bitches, and through a mutual friend, this young guy was flirting with me. One thing led to another and next minute we fucking. From that day forward, I preferred guys, it's a different type of sex", Rod explained. "How so?", I responded. "Well, first, guys can give you better head. They enjoy that shit too man, not like a girl where it's some kind of favour. As for sex, you can really go to town on a boy's ass and he'll love it", he explained.

"Ever try it?", Rod asked me. I couldn't see him looking at me, but I felt his eyes gazing towards me. "Me, er, no", I responded nervously. "Ever want to?", he pressed. "Erm, well, I guess not", I stammered. He roared with laughter. "Dude, there's only two answers for that question. A firm no is a no, anything else is a yes". It made me question, did I want to try it? I guess I never thought about it, why would I? "Gay sex is one of those things, you don't know until you try it", Rod remarked. Was he trying to hit on me? What was he suggesting. "Don't worry dude, I'm not going to push anything onto you, but from the little I saw of you, you looked kinda cute. So if you want to try something, we got lots of time and nobody gonna find out but you and me.", Rod explained. "I'm not really sure, it's not something I ever thought about", I responded, the nerves settling. "Ever touched another guys cock?", Rod asked. "Never", I responded. "Ever looked at another mans cock?", Rod probed. I paused, before replying, "Well, sure, I've seen other guys cocks...".

We stopped talking for a few minutes. My phone battery was almost out. I started to think about that maybe Rod and I could jack one another off, it could be horny, and then I'd find out if I liked guys or not. From the little I had seen of him, Ray was a muscular dude, 5 ft 10 - ish, handsome I guess. I gathered my thoughts and generated some inner courage, "Do you think that er...", I started, "maybe we could like, just see what happens?", I asked. Totally fucked that up, I thought. Rod laughed. "So now you want some dick?", he asked. "Well, er, I don't know, maybe we could like jerk each other off?", I asked. He smacked his lips together, audibly. "Thing is, I ain't really gay like that. Cock isn't my thing. I like boys sucking me and I love a boys ass, but his dick is just there, it don't do things for me either way, you feel me?", Rod asked. I didn't respond.

After a few seconds, I felt Rod's hand on my arm, "Come closer boy, you want to touch dick, come touch my dick, I'll be happy for it". I did as he instructed, and shuffled next to Rod. He extended his arm around me, and gave me a hug. "Now I wish you did this at the start, it would've made the last couple of hours go a lot quicker", he said. I could now see him, or at least the outline of him, a lot better. He was buff. Big and muscular, and his skin, although hard to tell in the dark, was very black. "Let us not waste any more time", Rod said softly. I took the hint and explored his shorts and the very large bulge beneath them. If my feeling was correct, he was huge under there. "You're, really big, right?", I asked. Rod laughed again. "Oh yeah", he responded in his deep masculine voice. As I stroked his buldge, I could feel him getting bigger. 

Suddenly, Rod removed my hand, placing it on his chest. He shuffled his body, removing his gym shorts and boxers. His dick flopped out, resting against him. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick. "Now you've touched another man's cock", Rod whispered in my ear, as he hugged me tighter with one hand. I explored his dick again with my hand, feeling along his length. Fuck, he was massive down there. "I think that's the biggest dick I've ever seen, even in porn", I remarked. Rod laughed in his characteristic way. "So you get to feel my dick, but what do I get in return?", he asked. I was nervous at that question. "Well, what do you want?", I asked quizzingly. "How about removing your top, I like me some skin on skin".

I did, removed my top and set it aside. Immediately I felt Rod's hand exploring my chest. "You're a sexy boy, aren't you?", Rod asked. Rhetorical question, I thought. Rod pulled my head into his chest, kissing my hair, and his hand feeling down my back. I continued feeling his dick, and it grew larger and larger. Soon, it was fully erect and I was jerking him off, stroking his massive, long dick up and down. It actually made me horny, feeling another man's dick, with it being so big. I could feel my own dick twitch in my pants. 

"You gonna suck me off, boy?", Rod asked. I stopped stroking him out of shock. This wasn't what we agreed. "I, er...", I stuttered. "You obviously enjoy jerking me off, so why not put it in your sweet mouth and see if you like that?", Rod persisted. I didn't move. "Come on sexy, you'll be doing me a favour, I haven't felt a warm mouth in weeks", Rod commented, pushing me away from him slightly and removing his top. He pulled me back into him, roughly, and I used my hand on his chest to steady myself. He ruffled my hair, now meeting my gaze and he pulled me into him as our lips met and he kissed me. Before I could catch my breath, he pulled me into him again, kissing me slowly. "You taste amazing", Rod said, before we kissed again. It was one of the best kisses, if not the best kiss, of my life. It was soft, and passionate, yet forceful and hot. 

After releasing me from his tight embrace, I asked Rod, "I can just try it, to suck you, but no promises if I don't like it". Again, Roy laughed. "I have a feeling you'll more than like it sweet lips, you'll love it". Rod shuffled himself up, sitting upright, his dick pointing to the sky. I got up, walked in between his outstretched legs, then laid prone, with my face at his massive cock. I got onto my knees slightly, to give myself a more comfortable position and I took his massive dick in my hands. It was even bigger than it had looked previously, and thick. Fuck, how was I ever meant to suck this? It was a two hand job alone, never mind fitting it in your mouth. I took his dick in one hand, then anxiously licked up his shaft. "Ahhhhh, thatta boy", Rod exclaimed, lifting his hands to his head in a relaxed gesture. He tasted like meat, and manly. 

Eventually, I took the head of his cock and lowered my mouth onto him. "Fuuuuuuuuck", Roy sighed, "That's what a man needs, fuck....". I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, which he visibly and audible appreciated. It turned me on, being able to turn another man on in this way. Slowly, suck by suck, I started to take more of his dick into my mouth. It made my jaw ache slightly, but I enjoyed doing it. My own dick was now rock hard in my pants. Rod moved us both slightly, until he was laid completely stretched out on the floor of the elevator and I was kneeling at his waist. I got back to sucking his dick, bobbing my head up and down, and stroking the rest of his shaft with my hand. Rod moved his hand to my head and started stroking my hair. "That's my sexy boy, suck me gooood", Rod moaned. 

Slowly, Rod started exerting a bit of pressure on my head during my downward movements, indicating he wanted more of his dick in my mouth. I tried to oblige, but I gagged. Rod laughed. "Don't worry, the more you do it, the more your gag reflex will get used to it... you want all of my dick in you, don't you sexy?". I nodded. I engulfed more of his dick, gagging, and coming up for air breathless. I tried again, gagged. Again, gagged. Rod soon took over. With both hands, sitting up slightly, he pushed my head all the way down on his dick. I gagged, tried to pull up, but Rod kept me in place. I gagged further, spluttering, before Rod stopped pushing and I caught my breath. "Again", Rod ordered, and fed his dick into my mouth with one hand, while the other pushed my head down and once he was in, he again pushed my head down with both hands, lifting his hips so all of his dick was in me. Again, I tried to pull up, but Rod kept me there. I could not breath, I struggled and in my shock, tears rolled from my eyes. Finally, Rod lifted my head and I gasped, breathlessly for a minute.

Letting me regain my breath, Rod smiled, his white teeth standing out from his dark skin. He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me into him. "What the fuck?", I said. "Sssshhh", Rod hushed me, placing his hand on my lips. "Shock therapy works", he pulled me into him by his arms and sat me on his lap. He kissed me deeply. "It works", he continued, "by letting you get past your gag reflex, so you can enjoy a man deep inside your mouth and throat", he said. "That's what you want, is it not, to have my dick inside your mouth?", he said. "Yeah", I said, still shocked, "but I can't take all of it, you're too big". "You can, you will, but you have to trust me. Do you trust me sexy?", Rod said. I nodded. "Good, then let's do it again. I promise, after a few minutes, you will have all of me inside your mouth and throat and I will love you for it". He nodded to away, which I took to return to my previous position. I knelt again at his dick. "Now, it's gonna be unpleasant initially, but you will get used to it", Rod explained.

Again, he guided his dick into my mouth and forcefully shoved my head down. The same repeat situation happened, I gagged, he released me for air. "Now try and relax, breath through your nose and let my dick find a home inside you", Rod whispered. Again he lowered me all the way on his dick. I gagged. This repeated uncountable times. Finally, he forcefully shoved his dick into me, I gagged initially, but I began to relax. Fuck, it is working, I thought. I could breath. I gagged slightly, but I was comfortable enough to remain there and not push back on his hands keeping me there. Rod laughed wickedly, "Thatta boy". He pulled my hair up, almost until his cock left my mouth, then shoved me down again. With each motion, I became more and more accustom to it. Rod's hands left my head, and I looked up at him. "Well?", he smiled. I took his dick and deepthroated him, again and again. He loved it and moaned repeatedly, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck". 

Soon, I tasted his precum on my tongue, salty. Rod grasped me by the head, leaning into to kiss me roughly with his tongue, then pulled me by the arms, to sit on his waist, with his dick pointing into my back. "Like it?", he asked. I nodded and he smiled broadly. He kissed me roughly, his hands exploring my body. He then lifted me up slightly, further onto his chest and his mouth engulfed my nipples, licking, sucking and biting.  Suddenly, he grasped the obvious tent in my pants and  held my cock firmly. "Making you excited?", he said. He didn't need an answer.

He kissed me again, this time slowly, biting my lips. As he did so, his hands trailed down my back and as he looked me in the eyes, he slapped my ass, before burying his hand under my pants and boxers, onto my ass. I flinched, noticeably. "Don't be nervous boy", Rod said, not smiling. He looked like a predator chasing his prey, his eyes full of lust. "I don't want to do anything like that", I responded, forcefully. "You didn't want to suck dick, either, but if my memory is correct, you just spent the last 30 minutes with my dick down your throat", Roy said, even more forcefully. He wasn't wrong, I guess. "You see when you tease a man with your hand, then your mouth, then your throat, a man needs to have his pussy", Rod said, squeezing my ass, "and boy, you got a nice round ass". I didn't respond, but my gaze wasn't favourable to the situation. 

"Let me ease you in then. Let me feel your ass, with my hands and fingers. If you like that, I'm going to lick your ass. If you like that, we can move on to other things", Rod explained. "What other things?", I asked. Roy smiled, bouncing me on his abdominals, and sticking his dick into my back. "What do you think?", he said sarcastically. As he bounced me, he ripped the back of my shorts and boxers down, exposing my ass. He slapped my ass hard, then squeezed, first with one hand, then with both. "Where you been hiding that peach?", Rod asked, smiling and not breaking my gaze. While staring at me intently, he lifted a finger to his mouth, wet it rigorously, and placed it at my hole. 

He applied pressure, and I tried to move away from his finger. That only invited more pressure, and eventually my hole gave way and his finger entered me. Rod smiled. "First thing that has ever gone up your ass?", Rod asked. "Yeah", I responded. It felt a bit awkward, but it didn't cause much pain. He removed his finger, placing it into his mouth. "Sweet taste of boy pussy", he smiled. Again, he probed at my hole and his finger once again entered. This time he moved it in and out, a bit deeper at times. It felt OK. With his other hand, grasping behind my head, he pulled me in close to him and kissed me deeply. This exposed my ass a bit more and as he kissed me, he worked his finger in and out of me. That actually felt good. 

"It'll help with lube", Rod stated. "Over there, bring my gym bag". I stood up, pulled my shorts up, and walked to the other side of the elevator, fumbling around for his gym bag. As I bent over trying to find it, I was pushed forward slightly and Rod grasped me by the hips, pulling me back into him. He wrapped his arm around my chest and licked my neck. I noticed a glow of light, and turned my head to see his phone once again on flashlight. "Don't hide that sexy ass from daddy", Rod whispered in my ear. "Do you understand", he said. "Yes", I responded. "Yes daddy", Rod returned. "Yes daddy", I responded. "Good boy", Rod said, ripping my shorts and boxers down to my ankles. He took my still erect cock in his hand, moving his hips in the fucking motion. His dick was pushing against my ass with each motion, then he slid it up my crack, between my cheeks. "My God boy, that ass is something else", Rod whispered, nibbling at my ear. 

I could see the gym bag now, but daren't bend down for fear of what Rod would do. I need not have worried for long. "Get the lube for me sexy", Rod instructed, slapping my ass. I bent over and as I had feared, that prompted Rod to pin me up against the wall, his dick at my hole. I couldn't move forward, nor back, not unless I wanted to be impaled on his massive member. "I want to ruin your pussy", Rod whispered, aggressively, "but more importantly, I want you to want me to ruin your pussy", he again slapped my ass.

The next thing I felt was a warm sensation at my hole, and wet. Out of shock, I stepped to the side and spun around. I saw Rod there, now I could see him better with the flashlight on his phone. He stood up and walked to me, pausing. I placed a hand on his muscular chest, and felt his muscles, then his bicep, tricep and shoulder. He stared at me, with little emotion. I felt his body as I knelt down, feeling his bulging legs. I grasped his thick dick and began sucking him again, he groaned. After a minute or two, he lifted me up by the chin, kissing me. "Do you want to please me?", he asked. "Yes daddy", I responded. "Then give yourself to me", he said, staring wildly at me, grabbing my ass roughly. 

I turned around. Rod pushed me forward in to the wall, pulling my hips back, bending me over and exposing my ass to him. I felt so vulnerable in this position. I felt a pressure at my hole, definitely larger than a finger. He grabbed me by the hips, increasing the pressure of his dick on my hole.  I stumbled forward. Not for long, as Rod pulled me back onto his dick. "Don't worry, sweet cheeks, I don't want to fuck you dry. I'll lube that pussy up", Rod laughed, "but first, I want you to get used to feeling a dick at your hole". He withdrew his dick, spat on his hand twice, then covered his dick in his spit. He did the same again, but covered my hole in his spit and pushed his finger in a couple of times. "I'm going to enter you first without lube, not all the way. I want your virginity raw", Rod said. 

"Relax", Rod said, slapping my ass. I tried to. "Relax more", Rod ordered, slapping me harder. I relaxed my body posture. "Good boy", Rod said, spitting again and lubing myself and him up more with his spit. "Arch that back boy, offer me your pussy". I arched my back more. He again pushed his dick at my hole, pulling me into him via the hips. My hole started to give way to him, opening up. "Shall I take your virginity, boy?", Rod asked, menacingly. "Yes daddy", I responded. He pushed harder. I felt extreme pain as my hole widened wider than I even thought possible. Fire spread from my ass to my legs and they started shaking. "Stick with it, bear the pain as I enter you", Rod instructed. Slowly, his dick entered me, but as he said, only half way and Rod stopped, my legs still shaking.

Rod withdrew, slapping my ass. "Good slut", he said, "now for your reward". I looked around as he got to his knees and starting licking my ass hole. It felt strange at first, but as the pain subsided, I started to like it. Soon, he was spreading my cheeks and exploring my hole with his tongue, pushing his fingers in and out occasionally. My dick, which was limp from the pain, now started to grow and harden. Rod saw this, too, reached around and took it firmly in his grip and jerked me off as he rimmed me. The pleasure grew exponentially, and to my surprise, I moaned with pleasure. Quickly, I was close to orgasm and Rod sensed this, releasing my dick, but continuing with my hole. He edged me for a while, before standing. I was so horny and turned on my his edging, I never wanted him to stop. 

"Get my gym bag", Rod instructed. I did. He withdrew a bottle, I presumed of lube. He splashed it on my hole, then worked it inside me with his fingers. Strange, it felt, for sure. Rod pulled me up to standing, his cock rested between my cheeks, and his arm wrapped around my chest. "I said before, you sexy slut, that you need to want me to ruin your boy pussy.". I murmured, as Rod stuck his tongue down my throat. "So?", he said, slapping my ass. "Please daddy, ruin me", I responded. Rod smiled broadly. "It's going to hurt, at first, but you'll adapt to having a real man inside your ass, won't you?". "I will", I responded. Rod laughed extensively. "Fuck man, I thought I could get you to probably jerk me off, but boy you love dick".

Rod pushed my head forward. "Offer me that pussy", he ordered. I arched my back and looked forward, expecting the inevitable. It didn't come straight away, as I expected, but I heard the unmistakable sound of pictures being taken. I turned around immediately, "Wow, what's with the pictures?", I exclaimed. "Calm down sweet cheeks, the brothers won't believe my story without evidence", he laughed, inspecting the photos. "I don't want...", I began. "Your face isn't in them, don't worry". The flashlight returned. I again lent forward, arching my back.

I felt Rod's tongue again at my hole, followed by him slapping my ass a number of times, "Never did boy pussy taste so sweet", he laughed, applying more lube. "Ready?", he asked. "Ready", I responded. He grabbed me by the waist and again started applying pressure to my hole with his massive dick. It took a lot less pressure this time, and his dick again began sliding into me. The now familiar pain rose, like fire spreading, again to my legs and belly. "Relax, boy", Rod ordered. Easier said than done. He pushed, further than last time, but not fully in. He then withdrew, before again pushing into me, slightly further. Slowly, he pushed further and further. "Remember you deepthroating me?", Rod asked. "Yeah?", I responded warily. At this he pulled my waist forcefully to him and slammed his dick fully inside me. I screamed in pain, it felt like no other. My legs felt like jelly and were about to buckle, shaking uncontrollably.  Rod sensed this, pushing into me and pinning me against the wall, supporting my legs by holding me up with his muscular arms. 

I panted, the pain was unbearable. "Stop, stop", I begged. "Let your body relax, become accustomed to my dick, concentrate....", Rod said calmly. I tried. After a minute, Rod withdrew, and I fell to the floor. "Hands and knees", Rod ordered. "I can't", I responded. Rod didn't look impressed. "Look, I'll suck you off, but this I can't do", I argued. "Suck me off then", Rod said, looking disappointed. I got to my knees and he pulled my head forcefully onto his dick, deepthroating him. "See. You couldn't do this either, yet now you're deep throating my big black dick without gagging", Rod said calmly, slapping my cheek. He face fucked me for a minute.

"Let's try again", Rod said. I nodded, reluctantly. "All fours", he ordered. I did. He knelt behind me, lubing me up before reaching over me and grabbing my shoulders with one hand, whilst he guided his dick in with the other. I felt the pain, once again, rising. He started slowly, but increased with speed. My legs became weak once more as the fire of pain spread. Rod grabbed my shoulders with both hands; I knew what was coming. He ploughed into me, as my arms gave way, collapsing to the floor. He kept my legs kneeling, and pushed deeper into me. The paint was excruciating. I screamed in pain, and panted as it slowly subsided. It didn't last as long as the first time, for sure. "Good", Rod remarked, pulling me back to my hands and knees. 

He didn't mess around this time, ploughing his huge dick all the way in my ass. I screamed in pain once more, but my arms and legs held out. Again and again, Rod slammed into me. The pain was the same, but slowly I was beginning to manage it. "Now you're ready", Rod said calmly, slamming into me a final time. "Fo.. for what", I panted. "To be fucked", Rod responded dispassionately. "And what was this?", I questioned. "Training", he responded bluntly.

Rod repositioned himself, then slid his dick inside me, gently. Grabbing my shoulders, he laughed, "Enjoy the ride, I will". With that, he began forcefully fucking me, faster and faster. I tried to moan and scream, but his dick kept ploughing into me, again and again. I was like a rag doll, being fucked over and over. Eventually he stopped, getting his breath back. I collapsed onto my elbows and panted, the air taken from my lungs.

He leant over me, crushing me with his weight to the floor. He lay on top of me, licking my back and then pulled my head back, licking my neck. "Good job sexy", he whispered. He stood up, then by my leg and arm, spun me over onto my back. Rod knelt, his muscular dark thighs either side of my head.  He pointed his dick down at me, and I instinctively opened my mouth. He pushed his dick deep inside my throat, then began motioning his dick in and out. As he did, his big balls dragged along my face, filling my airwaves with his manly, sweaty scent. He pulled out of me, slapping his massive dick on my face, smiling. It really highlighted the size of his member, easily bigger than my entire face. 

Rod stood, kneeling between my legs. He edged himself towards me, his big cock like a spear. Lifting both my legs he bent them back over my head, exposing my hole wide into the open air. "Hold your legs boy, while I fuck your hole". I did as I was told. He placed his dick into me once more, as I gasped at him entering me once more. Again, the pain was real, but again, it didn't last as long. He held my legs by my inner thighs, as he pushed himself in and out of me. Oddly, as the pain subsided, I began to feel pleasure. It was an odd pleasure, like none other that I had felt before, but pleasure nonetheless. Like a slow building tide, every thrust he made felt better and better. I groaned, this time in pleasure, Rod smiled. "Enjoying that?". "I am", I responded, between moans. He lent closer into me, our faces an inch apart. "Now you know why I prefer guys", he smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. He kissed me passionately, drilling me harder and harder as I moaned into his mouth. He pushed my legs further back, fucking me harder and faster, with the orgasmic feeling building in my ass with every stroke. My dick started hardening again. Tod smiled, his broad grin a prominent feature. He held my dick firmly in his palm, using it as a joystick to direct me as he stroked in and out of me. My moans grew increasingly louder and deeper.

Rod stopped, standing. He motioned for me to stand, I did. He pulled me into him, his muscular arms wrapping me tightly. "Now I'm going to finish in you", he whispered. "Do you want daddy's seed?", Rod asked quietly. "Yes, daddy", I said obediently. "Where?", he quipped. I paused. "Wherever you want". Rod laughed, hugging me tightly. "Good boy", he said, spinning me around and pinning me against the wall of the elevator. I didn't need to be told now, I arched my back and spread my legs. Rod laughed. "Now who is the little boy slut huh?", slapping my ass for good measure. He entered me once more, a far better feeling than the first time he had done so in this position. Again his hands planted on my hips, drawing me back and forth on his big spear dick. I was as hard as a rock and only grew harder as Rod slammed into me with an ever increasing rate. At a point, I felt myself pushing back onto him, getting as much of his big black dick into me as possible, filling me up and causing the tsunami of orgasmic feeling to grow even further.

Suddenly, Rod stopped pushing into me. I turned my head, to see Rod smiling, his hands on his hips. "Ride me, bitch", Rod grinned, slapping my ass one again. I needed no more instruction, using the wall to push my ass onto his dick, rocking on his dick as he pulsated in and out of me. Every time I pushed back, Rod slapped my ass. "I fucking love white boy pussy", Rod commented. As I was impaling myself on his throbbing member, I felt my dick twitch. Could it be? Soon, I felt my orgasm grow and grow, pushing myself onto him and moaning. He again started thrusting into me, grabbing my hips and pushing himself further and further into me. Before long, I couldn't stop myself and my dick twitched and I blew my load onto the floor, my dick pulsating with three or four spurts of cum unleashed onto the floor. I became breathless, almost collapsing on the floor, such was the strength of my orgasm. Rod kept me up, laughing. "I'm not done with you yet, boy", Rod laughed. 

Rod continued fucking me, my now limp dick dripping in cum waving in the air as he fucked me. Rod fucked me, harder and harder. "Fuck yes", he moaned. I felt his cum spurting deep into me, as he collapsed into me, pinning me to the wall. Four or five spurts I felt as his dick filled me full of his seed. Eventually, he took a step back, withdrawing his dick from my ass. I felt empty without him inside me, even as his cum dripped out from my hole. I turned, and Rod had put his hands on his knees, gathering his breath, before rising, smiling his typical grin. "See what effect you have on a man", he said, massaging my shoulder, "A sexy boy like yourself can send a man wild with lust", Rod said, embracing me. 

"Sit with me", Rod said, motioning to the floor, sitting himself down, still naked. His dick, now limp, was still bigger than mine when rock hard. Sweat dripped from his head and down his muscular pecs. He opened his arms, and I lay across his chest. "What time is it?", I asked. "5.30", he responded, as I drifted into a deep sleep.

I woke from a great sleep. Rod's phone had likely died, the flashlight now gone. Rod was still sleeping. It felt like a dream, having this big guy and his massive dick inside of me. It wasn't long until we were 'rescued', but I wish they had took a lot longer.