the elevator

hansome gay business man meets unusual lover by chance in an elevator

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He was standing in the back of the elevator when I got on at 25.  The 
suit was Italian, at least $1500 bucks.  The shoes polished to a fair 
thee well. He was looking down, then lifted his eyes and awarded me 
with a dazzling smile.  He was gorgeous and my breathing
became noticeable in the small space.  I let my eyes rove from his 
blonde brush cut to the drape of the perfectly pressed trousers. 
immediately fantasizing how this beautiful creature would look 
naked.  There would be no body hair, or perhaps well trimmed pecs and 
the suggestion of a bush above a beautiful cock and balls.  As a 
lover of nude sun bathing there would be no tan line to interrupt the 
sleek honey brown body.

Lets face it, I was dazzled and hooked.  He started to speak, when a 
couple of noisy young women got on at 19 and stood between us.  I 
took the opportunity to retreat to the rear of the cab to stand next 
to him.  He smelled divine. Slowly he turned his head to gaze
in my eyes.  The dazzling smile erupted again.  I went weak in the 
knees. 

We reached the lobby. The girls exited in a noisy flourish.  I 
dawdled until the door started to close again. He reached for the 
open button, brushing my arm as he did so.  The feeling
was electric.  We left the elevator.

He spoke “You seem to be having the same trouble focusing on what you 
were doing that I am” I blushed and stammered a response, but my 
brain would not let my mouth produce anything more than a grunt, or 
at least it seemed that way to me.

“I’ve got time for a cup of coffee” he said.  I nodded dumbly.  What 
kind of tongue-tied jerk must he think I am.

In the coffee shop we found a tiny booth near the window, so tiny 
that our knees touched under the table.  I was in heaven.  After the 
introductions and the discovery that we were both lawyers for 
competing law firms that shared space in the building, both single, 
and both very obviously attracted to each other, a far away look came 
into his eyes.

“I wish I could enjoy a relationship with a handsome fellow such as 
you, but with my situation, most guys run in horror when they find 
out.  I looked puzzled.  With a sad smile on his face, he took my 
hand from my lap and placed it on his.  There was nothing beneath
the folds of those beautiful creased trousers between his legs!

“Oh God”, I stammered ,my wildest dream coming true.  I had always 
fantasized about loving a man who was completely smooth.  As a kid, I 
masturbated to the airbrushed underwear ads that made the models look 
as if the had no bulges.  I treasured a dog-eared copy of an old art 
anatomy book where the male nudes had been airbrushed to appear to
have no cocks and balls.  I had had a healthy gay sex life so far, 
but there was always the vague disappointment,(which I couldn’t tell 
anyone about)  when my partner showed a big bulging basket.  I 
usually explained that I was into butts, leaving out the part that 
balls really didn’t turn me on.  Now the wildest fantasy was within 
reality.

His name was Troy and as I described the excitement of knowing he was 
a nullo, his smile widened even more, and tears came to the corner of 
his eyes.  This was going to be the start of something wonderful.

(to be continued)
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