To the ground floor

“Going Down?”
“Oh, yes. Ground floor. Thank you,” I responded to the rather handsome gentlemen who’d held the elevator door open for me as I stepped on.
He looked quite dapper in his long, dark wool overcoat, charcoal grey suit and deep red tie. I figured he was one of the lawyers or accountants who worked on the top floors. It wasn’t often that I ventured this high up in my 32 story skyrise office building.
A black leather glove clad fingertip depressed the recessed ‘G’ button once again, which lighted a soft amber yellow, and then my elevator mate pressed the ‘door closed’ button to hurry us on our way.
“Whew. Quite a day,” he huffed in an obvious effort to make elevator small talk.
“It sure has been,” I replied, just trying to be courteous. I could smell his musky cologne wafting down from his neck toward me. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man. I figured him to stand around six-foot-four. In that heavy, dark wool coat he cut quite the imposing figure. I found my mind wandering toward what he might look like out of that suit and coat.
“I’m Jeffrey. Jeffery Pendleton,” he declared, turning to extend his hand toward me. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“Uh, no, sir. I don’t believe we have,” I replied, taking his hand in my own. His grip was strong, fierce and confident. It was easy to tell how this guy had achieved the high rank in the company that he must hold. His presence was overwhelming. I felt my knees weakening as I loomed in his shadow in the tiny cubular space. My breath left me. “I’m… I’m Roger Corbin,” I wheezed.
“Pleasure to meet you, Roger. What department are you with?”
“I’m in mergers and acquisitions. I actually just started here a few weeks ago.”
“Mergers and acquisitions, eh? What brings you up this way?” he jested, calling attention to the awkwardness of working for such a large company as we did.
“I had to deliver some files to accounting. Just making a quick trip. I don’t actually get up this way too often.” I was captured by this man. His slightly thinning rusty blonde hair. His square cheekbones and long drawn ice blue eye. His smile dimpled out just so at the edges of his dark, thin lips, creating little ravines that guided the eye right back up to those prominent cheek bones.
Then there was a mighty jerk, we both nearly lost our balance, and all the lights went out in the elevator. Shocked by the event, I reached out in the darkness, thinking to catch hold of one of the four walls. Rather, my hands clasped upon the thick, strong arm of Jeffrey who was also groping in the darkness.
The elevator had come to a dead stop, suddenly, and we both held an apprehensive silence for a moment before he finally spoke. “I think we lost power.”
“We’re not going to fall, are we?!” I gasped. I immediately felt like such a coward for asking it. But it was a shocking experience and the words just flew from my lips.
Jeffrey took my arm with one of his large, strong mitts and curled it back into my body, stepping toward me. “No, we’re not going to fall, Roger. The power will come back and we’ll be on our way.”
Then, the emergency lights kicked in, and were both illuminated in a soft reddish-yellow glow. I looked up to see Jeffrey looming over me, his arms still entwined with my own. I felt that weakness again. I was putty in this man’s arms. The combinations of my lust for Jeffrey and the intensity of being trapped in an elevator overwhelmed me, and I felt my cock begin to rise.
I was desperate to move away, to prevent Jeffrey from noticing my excitement, but he had me trapped by his strong embrace. “Don’t know how long until the power comes back on,” Jeffrey began in a low, husky tone. “We could be stuck in here for a while.”
My gaze was locked into his own. “We sure could be…” I muttered, entranced by his thick baritone.
He tugged me in closer. My cock was raging now and I no longer cared if he noticed. He leaned down and planted a firm, searching kiss on my lips. My eyes closed instinctively as my lips seized hold of his own. His kiss was tense and commanding, as if to claim possession over me. My knees buckled, and I slipped out of his arms and down on the floor of the elevator.
Jeffrey leaned back against the wall of elevator and parted his thick, wool coat. I reached under his blazer and found the buckle. Tracing my fingers down, I clinched the tab of his zipper and eased open the fly of his designer trousers. I could feel a massive bulge running down the inside of his left leg, but I had no idea just how massive Jeffrey truly was until I reached into his open fly and worked his thick cock out through the opening.
He was hung like a bull, with a nine-inch honey brown ramrod. My mouth watered at the sight of it. Jeffrey grunted as my fingers peeled back his uncut foreskin to reveal his fat, rosy tip.
The heavy aroma seeping from his engorged member was filling my lungs, and maddening me with extreme desire. I placed my lips around his cockhead and eased my mouth down over his tremendous pole. I had to stretch and lurch my jaws to accommodate his immense girth.
His cock had a sweet, but almost chemical taste, and I realized he likely perfumed his pubes. I managed to take only half of him into my mouth before I needed to pause and give my jaws time to relax and open wider. In the mean time, I furiously worked the underside of his magnificent cock with my tongue, swirling it all around his mushroom tip and rimming under the flap of his foreskin.
His hips were bucking softly with the motions of my tongue. My jaw was losing its tension and I was now able to take him in further. His cock head was nailing my uvula before I even had my nose down to his pubes. But with a little effort, I was able to swallow him whole, taking the entirety of his massive member down my gullet.
My own thin prick raged inside my pants as I gobbled Jeffrey’s crown jewel. I unzipped my fly and unfurled my cock, so that I might jerk myself while I continued to blow the god standing above me.
Jeffrey was soon panting and gyrating his hips with great motion as I pumped his cock down my throat like a piston. He was heaving tremendously, but I was the one worse for the wear. I couldn’t help myself. I orgasmed first, spraying my load out onto the floor of the elevator between Jeffrey’s expensive Italian loafers.
Seeing me come must have been enough to send him over the edge, because he almost immediately snatched his cock from my throat and fired away three or four thick wads of salty, sticky come onto my chin and lips. I lapped at the trickle of thick paste still oozing from his slit as his seed dripped from my chin and plopped on the elevator floor.
Once I had his knob polished up, Jeffrey folded his huge cock back into his trousers and zipped up.
As I was still wiping his come from my face and licking clean my fingertips, we felt a mighty jerk of the elevator and the lights returned to normal. We heard the ‘ding’ of the door, signaling that it was about to open on the floor we had reached, and Jeffrey grabbed my arms and with a quick heave, jerked me to my feet as I furiously smeared the last of his come from my mouth.
The door opened, and we smiled to greet the servicemen who had ‘rescued us’.
“Gosh, we’re sorry! It must have been awful being stuck in there in the dark like that!” one tubby little serviceman responded.
“Oh, it wasn’t all that bad. Was it, Roger?” Jeffrey asked with a coy smile.
“ Not at all. I actually rather enjoyed going down with you.”