Stuck in an Elevator 03 (Patreon)

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Chapter 3: Midnight Visit

I thought about his giant dick even more after catching him beating off. It was like his dick was fucking my brain. 

A few weeks later, midterms started. Neither of us had gotten anything from girls. I was wanking it twice a day, just to relieve the stress, and I could hear him doing the same at night when he thought I was asleep. I often did it with him, silently facing the wall and milking myself into a sock while he more carelessly stroked himself. I tried not to watch, but part of me wondered if he was doing it on purpose, trying to get my attention.

One night, the tension broke in a weird way. I woke up in the middle of the night and got up to use the bathroom, and his hand jumped out of his bed and grabbed my leg, squeezing me quickly and firmly. It made me jump out of shock. 

"You scared the shit out of me."

"Stay right there," he said. I finally came out of my sleepy haze enough to realize he was beating his meat under his blanket, now staring at my ass.

"What the fuck," I said, but I held still, letting him hold me in place.

He just kept beating it, silently staring at my body. I got the weirdest boner, finally confirming that he was perving out on me in some way this whole time. 

“I should’ve known after the elevator,” I said in a muffled, sleepy voice, but he didn’t respond at all.

My boxer briefs stretched out down my thigh as my rocket lifted off. The weeks of denied tension came to the front of my mind, and I finally acknowledged it physically, having it dragged out of me. 

I leaned into him, and his hand traveled up my leg. He pulled down my underwear, my hard dick springing up in front of me. He groped my right glute as my boxers fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He squeezed my ass in his palm, while I heard his hand shifting faster under his blanket. I leaned to the side again, and he grabbed my hip, almost making me fall over as he pulled my ass back into his face. His nose pressed between my glutes and took a big whiff. I was stunned, and surprised enough that I almost laughed, but a moment later his tongue pressed into my hole, and the warm penetration shot a tingle up my spine. I flinched but his hand held my ass in place against his face, his mouth running circles in my hole.

I still didn't believe what was happening, or how good it felt, but it was time to see this thing up close. I reached over and pulled the blanket down. He never stopped wanking his meat or wiggling his face around in my ass, lost in the moment of it, pulling me into him firmly, burying his tongue deep inside.

I leaned over and looked closely at his dick. It sounded a little dry as he wanked it, and I instinctively spit onto it for him. He groaned as his wanking turned into a wet sloshing on the large, circumcised head of his aromatic dong. The smell got stronger, and I sensed the strong masculinity coming off of him, the athletic testosterone somehow permeating through his ball sweat. 

I spit again, and his hand let go of his dick this time. It was clear he wanted me to take over for him. I reached down and held it. The size and warmth in my hand was striking. I felt it pulse when I squeezed it. I stroked it once and he groaned into my ass.

I suddenly needed more of it, and a better angle on this. I stepped a leg over his body, climbing onto his bed, basically in the sixty-nine position with this dude. I looked closer at his dick, feeling myself drooling. I stroked it once again, and milked a drop of pre-cum out of him. I licked it off, and the sensation of him on my tongue sent another shiver through me. He must've gotten impatient, because he grabbed my head and pressed it down. 

His dick entered my mouth and I braced, pressing back against him, but his strong hand held me down. He closed his thighs on my head and held me in place as I struggled to breath through my nose. I gagged as his masculinity took over my body.

If he wasn't going to let me breathe, I could do the same to him. I dropped my body weight fully onto his face, and felt his tongue squirm around inside me. My boner throbbed against his chest as I leaked onto his skin. He thrust into my face again and entered my throat. The tension was so bizarre, but thrilling. I had no control over the situation as he held my head down and thrust a couple times into my throat. I thought I was going to pass out if I didn't get a breath, and just before my vision started to black out, something was different.

And then I felt it.

He pressed a thumb into my ass, replacing his tongue. I didn't even know what was happening at first, but I felt myself pulsing as he wiggled his thumb around. I was low on oxygen, running purely on adrenaline and hormones when his thumb found some part of me on the inside that made me see stars. I noticed I was cumming seconds after it started, the wetness coating both of us as I produced a puddle on his chest. 

I tried to enunciate something but with my throat full of cock, I only made a strange sound from deep in my chest. I felt his thumb blocking my ass as I came. 

He finally let me off his cock, and I fell over to the side, collapsing next to him, choking on the air as I tried to catch my breath. My senses came back to me, and I looked down at his body. He was lying there, looking zoned out, his big dick throbbing in the air, yet to cum. 

I had just finished, but I had never even touched my dick. It was a different kind of orgasm, and I felt like I could still go again. I grabbed myself and held it, stroking it, working out another glob of cum that fell onto his blanket. 

“I can’t believe you did that,” I said with a raspy voice, my throat still fucked up. 

“I’m not done yet,” he said slowly as he leaned forward, making my heart stop. He shifted up onto his knees, his large rod jutting forward toward me, dripping with a long string of pre-cum as I stared at it, frozen. 

My cum ran down his chest as he hovered over me. I was scared for a moment, his aura telling me he was going to get what he wanted.

And what he wanted was more of my ass. I was just along for the ride.

He reached for my hip and effortlessly rolled me over onto my stomach. I grabbed a pillow and shoved my face into it, knowing what was coming as he climbed over me, straddling my ass. 

His large cock rested on me, foreshadowing what I was about to endure, whether I liked it or not. I heard him wipe my cum off his chest before shoving his thumbs into my hole, this time two thumbs simultaneously. He was stretching me out with my own cum as lube. I felt like I was floating above my body, watching the pleasure pole poke around my glutes while his thumbs pulled me open. I could feel the cool air on my insides as he played bongos with my ass, until he finally pressed his hips forward, already familiar with my hole at this point. He found the entrance quickly and pushed into me. I tensed up, the girth making a burning sensation, even if in my head I was more excited than I ever had been.

He picked up what my body was feeling, and went slowly, pulling out and pushing in slowly until I accepted him. I clenched my jaw as he pushed in a few inches. The reverberating tension felt like it was tickling my stomach as he started to rub himself on my insides. I don’t even know if I was tensing my ass anymore, the girth stretching me wider than I felt like my body could even withstand, yet I found myself wanting more. My rock hard cock pressed into his blanket as he leaned forward harder, actually pushing in and out of me now. The burning turned to tingles and numbness, and soon he was rocking into me to the hilt. I couldn’t believe I was feeling his trimmed pubes pressing against the skin of my ass as he started pounding into me harder. 

I lost complete control of my body, and it started to feel so good again. I felt wetness underneath me and didn’t even know if I was pissing or cumming. I heard our bodies clapping together until he dropped onto me fully, his body weight adding to the controlled sensation. He was calling the shots now. His breath tingled against my ear as he grunted with each continued thrust into me. 

“You like my ass,” I groaned, finding it difficult to speak with his weight on me. 

He just made a louder groan than normal as he slammed into me again, hard, and held it there. I felt him pulse. 

“I’m….” he started. 

I already knew. He was releasing inside me, emptying his balls as I took his seed. He stayed inside until the pulsing stopped. He started to pull out, and the sensation was so strange, I almost wanted to just keep him inside me. 

We he was fully out, my hole twinged on its own, then relaxed again. I looked back as he leaned down and examined my ass closely. He pulled my cheeks apart.

“It’s so wide open,” he whispered, the first time he spoke since before he fucked me.

I just sat with the info for a second. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, “It’s like the first girl I fucked. Her pussy was spread open like this afterward. It’s a trip seeing it on a guy’s ass.”

I was suddenly shy, but still excited. “Your dick is too big.”

“Yeah,” he replied, still playing with my ass. “Made you look like a donut.”

“Glazed donut,” I said with a chuckle.

I got up to survey the damage, pushing him to the side as I stretched my arms. Upon stepping off his bed to head to the bathroom, I looked at the mess underneath me. It was indeed a mix of piss and cum. 

He looked at the puddle as well. “Fuck that’s a mess.”

I just raised an eyebrow, and walked naked to our bathroom to take a piss, knowing he was still looking at my ass. When I came back into our room, I chuckled upon seeing him in my bed, under the blanket and lying comfortably on his side with his eyes closed. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“You made a mess on mine,” he said simply. 

I shook my head and climbed in with him. I lay on my back for a minute, my ass feeling sore, my body sticky, and another dude smelling like boy balls in my bed.

Just before I drifted off, I felt his strong arm cross my chest, pulling me closer toward him. His warmth, and the smell of him, brought me back to the elevator, but this time my questions were answered. Instead of being an inadvertent recipient of a friend’s boner at the wrong time, now I was a strange participant in a pleasure-seeking heap of male meat in my bed. I didn’t have to wonder what was happening. It was perverted, and it was hot, and I was comfy cozy in my bed.