The elevator was small and crowded for a large condo building which during peak hours made for some very tight rides to the 41st floor. It was early spring when it started so the weather was warm and comfortable on the east coast and people were lightly dressed. In the beginning it was just a casual brushing of his hand against the front of my pants which seemed to ignite my curiosity as to the fact that it may be intentional. I found myself more interested in riding the elevator at the same time each day to see if it would happen again, which it did. The escalation of his groping was a month later and the elevator was very crowded as I noticed him maneuver his way toward the rear so he could stand in front of me. This time I knew it was no accident since his hand seemed to trace the outline of my hardening cock on the slow ride to the upper floors. As the number of people reduced in the elevator he didn't move away to make more room for me but instead seemed to push back against me to hide his actions. This continued for about another two weeks, which I must admit I didn't mind, with his attention focused on just tracing the outline of my cock.
So you understand, I'm a single guy 31 years old with an advanced degree in electrical engineering and working at a great position for a large brand name company. Having a middle six figure income has allowed me to live well and afford a very nice condo unit. I'm not a model type but have been told by a lot of women that I'm good looking and I try to stay in shape with regular runs in a nearby park. I have dated a few women but they just seem to not be something I want to spend time with. I had a mutual jack off session with a college roommate, him doing me and me doing him, but have never had actual sex with another man. Am I gay? I really don't know because, while I have thought about sex with guys, I have never tried anything and have only had a passing interest in the locker room with a couple of younger guys that were attractive and had great looking cocks.
The man with "the hands" is a few years older, also good looking and appears to stay in good shape by using the gym equipment in the building. I get off (the elevator) on the 41st floor and he always pushes 39 so I assume he lives on that floor.
After his groping escalated, I actually started to dress a little different and would often go without under ware or would wear light weight shorts or running pants in the hope that he would try again. The idea of another attempt had begun to excite me to the point that I would chub up a little just waiting for the elevator. The next increase in fondling happened about month later when I had returned from running in the park and was only dressed in a light shirt and light weight running shorts sans underwear. The elevator was not very crowded but he smiled at me as he pushed his way to the rear to stand in front of me. By the time he was positioned in front of me my cock was half hard in anticipation. He never looked back, but put his hand behind him and felt for my crotch and finding a half hard cock. He didn't hesitate to squeeze and start stroking my cock through my shorts. At one point I let out a little moan and he stopped for a few seconds. This time as he started to leave the elevator he smiled and said good evening. Working my way off the elevator on the 41st floor with a stiff cock pushing out the front of my shorts did not leave me in the mood for conversation. On reaching my apartment, I tore off my shorts and jerked my cock until I shot a huge load into the carpet all the time thinking about the man with hands.
Not sure where this was leading, if anywhere, my mind was going crazy wondering what would happen the next time. Trust me, I was hoping for a next time. Three days later it happened again. This time there were only a few people on the elevator and again he managed to position himself directly in front of me and worked me into the corner so his behavior was not visible to others. As the last time, by the time he put his hand behind him, my cock was poking straight out and ready for his caresses. As soon as he realized I was hard, his hand forced up the front of my tee shirt and slipped inside of my sweat pants to find my bare cock. Keep in mind that my work schedule doesn't leave a lot of time for sex and it had been nearly a week since I had gotten off. I guess you could say I had a hair trigger because by the 23rd floor and the fifth stop my cock was leaking profusely. On the next stop, which was the 30th floor my cock exploded just as the door closed, filling my pants with a huge load which soaked his hand. His floor was next and he slowly removed his hand from my pants and as he exited the door, raised his hand to his mouth and licked a long white stream from his finger.
Where the hell was this going? Clearly, he has lit a fire in me that I didn't know existed. Every thought of what he has done to this point has me wondering what will happen next. All of which only serves to increase the excitement and anticipation.
Not sure what to expect next I kind of let it slip from my mind for a week. On a Saturday I went out for my usual run and was wearing my shorts and tee shirt. Since it was an unusual time, I entered the lobby to find no one waiting for the elevator. I pushed the button and waited. The doors opened and I entered and the doors started to close, when I heard someone ask to hold the elevator. I pushed the door open button. Oh god it was him, just finished from his workout at the gym. He entered and the doors closed. He immediately stepped forward toward me and pushed me into the corner of the elevator. Massaging my crotch, he whispered in my ear and said "are you enjoying our little game?" My cock was hard as a rock and I tried to think of what to say in response. When I responded with yes, he said "would you like to continue?" I whispered yes into his ear and he said good I want you to follow me to my room. With my heart beating I waited for the elevator to stop at 39 and I followed him to his room.
On entering his room he pushed me against the wall and put his lips against mine forcing his tongue into my mouth. Within seconds I was returning his kiss and panting like a dog in heat. He finally stopped and stepped back looking at my erection pointing out from my pants. He reached over to a table and picked up a shopping bag from a high end nearby store and handed it to me. He told me to leave and go to my apartment and look in the bag. He said there are instructions that would tell me what to do and some things to use.
He opened the door and ushered me into the hall saying that he would see me later. When I got to my apartment I was nearly out of breath but still sporting a hard on that poked out the front of my running shorts. On entering my apartment, I opened the bag and found a note, an enema kit, razors and a medium sized butt plug. The note said that I had one hour to return to his apartment ready for the evening. I was instructed to give myself a minimum of three large enemas or until the water was clear. I was told to shave my balls and ass smooth and to trim my pubic hair short. My arm pits and chest were likewise to be smooth. I was to lube my ass and insert the butt plug and was then to dress in clean shorts and a tee shirt and flip flops and return to his apartment in one hour or less. If I was late he said I was to be punished. Having played with enemas before, this was the easy part. The shaving was a bit more difficult.
I arrived at his door with 5 minutes to spare and rang the bell. I waited and the door finally opened. There he stood with nothing on but a white bathrobe. I was instructed to enter and stand. He stood in front of me and told me to strip. I removed the tee shirt and the shorts and stepped out of the flip flops. Standing naked under his gaze caused me to turn red with embarrassment. He told me to stand still and his hand slowly ran over my entire body including my ass crack and very sensitive pucker. He said, very good everything is smooth. I'm now naked and shaking wondering what will happen next. I had spent my entire life wondering what it would be like to have sex with another man and it was about to happen.
My cock had shriveled to nothing but skin and my balls were sunk in to my body to the point that I was back to childhood. This man had total control over me and I wanted it to be so. I was told to stand in the corner facing the wall and no talk. As I assumed this position, the door bell rang again and he answered it as he had with me. He told the person to strip just as I had been. Since I was afraid to turn and look I could only listen as he repeated the commands he had given me.