Stuck in an Elevator 05 (Patreon)

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Chapter 5: Summer Break

At the end of the year, everyone left in waves.

First the students who finished exams early, then the rest, then the RAs, then the dining hall staff cutting back to summer hours. By the second week of June the dorm was maybe a quarter full, and the hallways had a different sound to them. It was kind of pleasant seeing the campus in such a calm way. The school was down to bare bones, and I had everything I needed, including Greg.

He had turned me into a piece of swiss cheese, a hole for him to use at his leisure, any time of day when he needed it, and he needed it a lot. After he saw how hard I took him the first few times, it was like he was addicted. I made sure I was ready any time of day. He fucked me every day through the end of the school year. I even got ready for him when I was sick, insisting that it would make me feel better. 

I had a Summer research assistant position in the biology department, measuring mouse parts for a cancer research lab, nothing glamorous. Greg had signed on to help with a high school athletics outreach program the university ran every summer, mentoring kids, running drills, the kind of thing that suited him perfectly. We shared a large dorm at the center of campus, feeling like kings.

And we brought the couch with us. 

He came home from those afternoons after running around all day smelling like the manly sweat, sunshine and cut grass, still buzzing with coach energy, taking up the whole room.

I liked it when he got home.

Our days were scheduled, but our nights were even more carefree than during the school year. We didn’t have homework, or even many parties going on. There were no classes, no social obligations, just the two of us and the quiet campus and the couch where it had all started. We ate together, watched things together, slept in the same bed most nights. Greg was different without a room full of people to perform for. Still loud, still confident, but his personality was smaller somehow. He was more real and down to Earth. Sometimes, he'd sit at his desk in the evening doing paperwork for the athletics program, frowning at his laptop, and I'd watch him from the couch. I noticed I could look at him for a long time, like he was a form of entertainment, even after I had just cum.

I started timing my day around his schedule. Not deliberately. I just noticed, gradually, that I always seemed to be back in the room when he got back. That I knew his hours better than my own.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, about three weeks into summer, when it happened.

My mom called. I was on the couch, feet up, half watching something, and I picked up because I hadn't called in a while and I knew she'd noticed. We were chatting and catching up, she was probing about girls, nothing important, and talking about her garden and her scrapbooking, a cousin's wedding, and how I was eating.

Greg came in from his afternoon session, and dropped his bag. He sat down heavily in the chair across from me, sweaty and tired, reaching toward the side table for his water bottle. It wasn't there. He'd left it somewhere. He started to shift forward to stand up.

"Hey, hold on Mom," I said. I got up, went to the mini fridge, grabbed him a soda, and handed it to him before he could get to his feet.

He took it without thinking. I noticed his sweaty feet, still in his socks, resting on the ottoman. He had big feet, size thirteen, and I was suddenly overcome with how tired he must be from all the athletic stuff with the kids. I reached for them, and he continued playing on his phone, letting me do my thing. I had never given him a foot rub before, but the inclination in the moment overwhelmed me. I rubbed his arches, only taking a break to slowly peel off his socks. I got closer and licked his toes, which finally got his attention. He smiled sheepishly as I ran my hands up his legs, feeling the sparse leg hair on his shins, grabbing his meaty calves as I sucked his big toe like it was his dick.

He wiggled his toe in my mouth, making me gag briefly, and we both laughed. I crawled over him, my boner brushing his leg as I brought my face to his crotch, breathing in his sweaty musk. I pulled him out quickly and he finally dropped his phone, his hands finding my head immediately. 

“Yeah, baby, fuck,” he said as I sucked his hardening monster into my mouth. I loved when I could catch him off guard, getting his dick into my mouth before it was fully hard, feeling it grow in my mouth. He throbbed in my throat as I sucked him down to the base.

“Oh damn,” he said, his voice regressing into a youthful squeakiness. “Damn it feels good.”

I groaned in response as I started stroking his shaft, bouncing my lips, tongue and throat on him, desperate for a quick nut. With his day’s energy spent, he couldn’t hold back, and in just another minute he was moaning in the specific way that told me he was close. I tugged on his balls and pressed a thumb into his gooch firmly, finding his hole and getting a finger inside before he could protest. 

“Huuuckk,” he stuttered just as his thick pole started pulsing in my mouth.

I shoved him into my throat, letting his seed drop directly into my stomach. When I pulled him out he was still releasing his goo. I missed a shot that hit me in the face, before he shoved me back down onto him. I milked the rest of him out slowly, letting it coat my mouth.

Before I did anything else, I jumped onto his body and made out with him, shoving the last buts of his own cum into his mouth, sharing my prize with him. His hands reached into my shorts and gripped my ass before fumbling around to find my cock. He jerked me off for a minute, our tongues wrestling each other until he made me squirt onto his abs.

He lifted his hand, my cum dripping off his thumb, and pressed it up to my face. I licked it while I kept eye contact with him. He watched me curiously, his mouth hanging slightly open. I crawled above him, straddling him and looking down as he watched me from below. I let a wad of cum drop down out of my mouth, and he opened wider, catching it on his tongue, swallowing.

I was wiping my teary eyes and my red face as he pulled his shorts back up, when it hit me. 

“Oh shit,” I said aloud, “My mom.”

I jumped across the room to the couch where I had left my phone. The call was still going. My stomach sank as I wondered what she had heard.

I brought it up to my face.

"Sorry, you were saying?"

“Were you boys playing video games? I didn’t know your friend had such a dirty mouth.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” I said. 

“What?”

“Sorry, nothing.”

She finished her story. We talked for another few minutes and then said goodbye. Normal call. I put the phone down.

Greg was watching something on his phone, soda in hand, just chilling there.

I sat there for a second.

I had interrupted a call with my mom so that Greg wouldn't have to stand up to get a drink. He hadn't even asked. He hadn't even looked at me. I had just done it, automatically, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and then I couldn’t resist taking his giant dick and having a nother go at it in the middle of the day. It was like his comfort was something I felt responsible for, like making sure he didn't have to get up was a reasonable thing to drop a call with my mother for.

I looked at him. He was laughing at something on his phone, completely at ease, one hand resting on his stomach.

The feeling that came up wasn't comfortable. It was warm and loving, but a little frightening. It had been true for a long time and I just hadn't inspected myself closely about it. I wasn't just into this. I was in love, and I was addicted to the sex, the feeling of him, the specific warmth and firmness of his body in the dark. I was obsessed with my roommate, and his body, and his voice, and I needed him to be happy, even more than I cared about myself.

Luckily for me, he wasn’t that hard to make happy.

He liked oral sex, anal sex, video games, soda, and sports. If I could make sure he had at least one of those things, it made me relax.

I thought about that for approximately four seconds before I reached over and put my hand on his thigh again.

He looked up from his phone. That one-sided smirk.

I didn't want to think about the feeling. I wanted him to make me stop thinking about it. He was very good at that.

—[]—

Even after realizing I had an unhealthy thought process around Greg, it became the pattern for the rest of the Summer. I couldn’t stop taking care of him.

Every time I started to feel weird about it, I reached for him instead. Greg was always happy to oblige, and what had started as something that happened to us in a broken elevator had become something else entirely. It was an erotic repetitive dance of naked dudes, dicks bouncing, sweaty skin rubbing against each other, and new uses for jizz.

I even took a heavy load on my face one time, then just rubbed it in instead of wiping it off. We went out to dinner together afterward, and I could taste him on my lips the whole time.

Doing things for him escalated, keeping track of what he needed before he knew he needed it, learning his rhythms like he was a pet, or like I was his. I didn’t even study him. I was just learning by being around it long enough that it became part of how I thought, how my brain worked. I knew when he was tired, and that would make me tired. I knew when he be horny, like a form of telepathy had developed in my subconscious. 

When he was sick for a week, I took time off from the research lab until he was better.

I knew when he wanted to talk and when he wanted quiet. I knew what he liked and I liked giving it to him.

It was all me. He never asked for any of it. He never would have. Greg wasn't wired that way. He took what was offered but he never demanded anything. The truth that I kept avoiding thinking about was that I would've dropped a call from my mom if it meant I could grab Greg a soda before he had to stand up and get it himself. And not because I was afraid of him, or trying to impress him, or angling for anything. Just because making him comfortable made me feel like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

That scared me a little.

But not enough to stop.

And the sex got more intense. At my suggestion, he tied my hands behind my back one time with rope from his athletic camp, using my holes back and forth like I was just a toy. I came twice that day, and he dropped one big load inside me.

He came home the next day slightly late. I checked his location on my phone, and found him a few blocks off campus at a random store. When he came home, he opened a small bag and ripped open a plastic box. It took me a minute to recognize what he was holding, a small, shiny, metallic butt plug.

“Got you something.”

—[]—

It was a Saturday afternoon in late August. The Summer was coming to an end. The structure was about to come back into our lives.

Greg and I had walked all around town, and across the warm campus together, past the empty quad, past the athletic fields where Greg's kids ran drills on weekday afternoons. It was a perfect summer day, and part of me knew it might be the last one for us this year. Greg walked with his hands in his pockets, talking about one of the high schoolers he'd been working with, a kid with real talent who just needed someone to believe in him. I listened and nodded, admiring him for how much he cared about helping people, and how much energy he had for it.

We finally got back, sweaty from being out all day, and got in our elevator.

“The place where it all started,” I said under my breath, barely even thinking about him hearing it.

Greg looked back at me as the doors closed.

I held his eyes and let us sit with the feeling as the elevator began its slow ascent. He looked at me for a long second, a smile growing on his face, like he could read something in my mind. I smiled back, wondering if I was giving it away.

I turned slowly, and he reached for my waistband, slipping my loose shorts below my ass. He breathed in deep through his nose, grabbing my ass and spreading me open. I smiled, knowing he was looking at it.

“You have it in,” he said, staring at my butt plug.

“Mmhmm,” I responded, my dick growing as I arched, giving him a better view.

“All day??” he said, incredulous.

“Why do you think I skipped lunch?”

His fist almost broke the wall when he slammed the emergency stop button on the elevator.