I couldn't help but gawk at this good-looking man as he limped into the elevator. We briefly acknowledged each other, then he glanced at his wristwatch and sighed. There's something oddly familiar about him, could be the scent of his cologne or the way that he just tucked his brown, shoulder-length hair behind his pierced ear. With a deep olive skin tone and amber eyes, he stood strikingly at 6'9. The burgundy jeans and light blue shirt that he wore, clung to his muscular body begging to be touched.
His hair was elegantly trimmed and it appeared that he had recently skimmed his fingers through it. I'd love to grab a fistful and yank him closer to my lips. Just the notion of his hot body rubbing against mine was enough to make my cock tighten and throb.
"Fuck," I uttered under my breath. We hadn't spoken a word to each other and I already craved the heat of his ass around my cock. Gulping the groan that cried out for escape, I slightly turned away to compose myself.
I've been living in this apartment complex for roughly ten months and I would have remembered seeing him around! Moreover, when I left for my shift at the hospital, I usually returned around eleven PM. During that time he may have moved in, or he could be visiting a friend or family member here. The scent of his cologne though! I remembered it from somewhere! But where?
Suddenly, the lights rapidly flickered. Then, the elevator lunged and came to a creaking halt. "Shit!" I exclaimed, gripping the bars for balance.
"Oh fuck, my knee!" my elevator partner cried out in anguish.
"Are you okay, man?" I asked in alarm.
Our minor inconvenience was followed by the lights flickering, then absolute darkness.
I felt my way to him to render my assistance, just as the lights came on and he stood. His wincing brought my attention to the knee that he was rubbing, "Hey, are you hurt?"
"It's nothing, just an old injury," he mumbled and continued to rubbed the spot.
Observing his distress I asked, "Can I take a look at the injury?"
"Thanks, but I'm okay. It's not hurting as much as it was this morning," he confirmed tightly.
"That's because of the adrenaline rush. If you don't mind, I'd like to examine the area just to be sure," I responded pleasantly.
"That won't be necessary, I'm on my way to visit my orthopedist," he explained.
"That's awesome but as you can see, we won't be going anywhere for a while, this elevator is stuck."
Walking to the door, he attempted to pull the metal apart without success, then admitted, "You're right. Fuck! Why does this shit always happen to me?"
"I can't answer that question for you. However, I will admit, that you are very adamant."
"Yes, so I've been told." He dismissed me and continued to massage his knee.
Minutes went by with him continuing to rub his injury. "Why won't you allow me to help you?"
"Why would I? You could do more harm than good to my knee! Are you an orthopedic specialist?" he demanded.
"Yes, I am," I confirmed smugly to him.
He twisted to me, slightly irritated, and replied, "Why are you so damn insistent on helping me?"
"Why wouldn't I? Let me help you!" Damn! he was stubborn.
"You can't, at the moment!" he mumbled almost inaudible.
Perplexed by his remark, I said, "Of course, I can. I'll make it as painless as possible. Remove your pants and sit on the floor."
Glancing at the elevator doors he responded awkwardly, "I can't do that."
"Why not?" Now he has piqued my curiosity. He was hiding something.
"I can't remove my pants because I'm not wearing any fucking briefs today," he exclaimed as his cheeks became tomato red.
"Ohh," I clearly understood his plight.
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My outburst didn't faze him at all. Leaning against the wall he folded his arms, crossed his feet and stared at me.
"Do you make a habit of leaving the house with missing items of clothing?" he queried with genuine curiosity.
Mischievously I announced, "Yes, on most days I do."
Tilting his head suspiciously, he asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Nonchalantly, I confessed, "I'm a hermaphrodite, and occasionally, I go commando."
His sculptured lips slightly parted in amazement. They were so desirable and inviting. I wonder what they would look like wrapped around my aching cock? Briefly, I glanced at his crotch, then at him, waiting on his response.
I saw the curiosity in his eyes as he remarked, "I've never met a hermaphrodite before."
"There's always a first time for everything, man."
"Yes, that is true. However, didn't your mother ever tell you to always leave home fully dressed and in good clothing?"
In awe at his response, I inquired, "I just admitted to being a hermaphrodite and you decided to scold me about my lack of clothing? Aren't you disgusted?"
"Should I be?" he asked with a frown.
If you only knew what I was thinking, you would be! "Most people are!" I mumbled, trying to remain indifferent to his reply.
"Well, I'm not most people. Nonetheless, it seems as if you need a spanking for your actions," he disclosed with a smirk.
"And you've just appointed yourself my master! Am I right?" Tossing my head back, I laughed heartedly at his expression, "you don't scare me, man, my mother's bite is much worse than yours."
Shaking his head he sighed, then mumbled, "Fine, have it your way. If squeezing your knee helps with the pain, then keep doing it!"
Even though I had just admitted my secret to him, I nonetheless felt mortified. And to make things more unpleasant, my cock was straining against my pants. Well fuck!
"I'm fine, so don't worry about my well-being. Okay?" I said to him and calmly relaxed against the cold wall.
"You are a very adamant man!" he said to me, hoping that I'd reconsider his offer.
When I didn't reply to his statement, his sinful eyes sparkled at me and he explained, "Consider this scenario for a moment," as he paused, waiting for my undivided attention.
Gazing at him from across the compartment, I declared with interest, "I'm listening, please, continue."
Thus, beginning his tale. "We're lovers and we haven't seen each other in over two months. We talk and message regularly but yearned for physical contact. Then, one day I come home unexpectedly while you were watching football on the couch. What would be your first reaction?"
Without giving it much thought, I responded with a smile. "I'd run to you and throw my arms around your neck, nip your divine lips, then drop to my knees. I'll unzip your pants, revealing your penis and devour you until you're on the brink of cumming. Discarding my shorts, I'd lean over the sofa and wait for you to drive that cock deep into my wet pussy and ass."
"Mmm, that's a terrific response. I like your honesty." Shoving his hands into his pants pocket, he challenged me by declaring, "remove your pants for me... unless you're scared."
"Are you testing me?"
"On the contrary, I'm assisting you."
God, he was so desirable. We had a silent battle as I considered his daring challenge. I've always yearned to have a sexual fantasy with a stranger, but never dared to do so. Maybe today was my lucky day!
Smirking, I rolled my eyes and asked, "Does that dusty pick-up line usually work on others?"
Shrugging, he admitted smugly, "I've never had a reason to use it. Both sexes usually remove their clothing for me with just dinner and a few kisses."
He's so pompous! Fuck me already, damn! "I'll remove my pants, permitting you to examine the area, however, I don't want you to be getting any devious ideas."
"I won't," he retorted with a soft smile.
But I am. Inhaling then exhaling severely, I bent over and removed my sneakers. Before I could change my mind, I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them. Thank God I had recently gotten a Brazilian wax!
As if stalking his prey, he pushed off the wall and prowled toward me. Slowly, he glanced at my semi-erected cock and cleared his throat. In reflex, I cupped my jewels and glanced away.
Chuckling, he squatted before me then asked, "Do you have any sanitized wipes in your bag? I usually carry a packet, but I left my bag in the apartment."
"Yes, I may have some," rummaging in my bag, I opened the packet and produced one, "here you go."
"Thank you. I just need to cleanse my hands before touching you," he said formally.
"I understand," I muttered. Ignoring my arousal, I reached for the bars behind me, bracing for the pain. "Jesus, that hurts," I replied in anguish.
"I'm sorry," he said looking at me in remorse, "would you mind sitting on your pants? I'll like to do a few leg and calf raises to help alleviate the pain."
"Alright," I answered in despair.
Consequently, he spread my pants on the floor and I sat awkwardly. Gently, he clasped my leg and my cock throbbed again. Fuck! I hope that I don't humiliate myself any further. After he performed multiple lifts and leg presses, I began to feel some relief.