Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Brad and I work on the 87th floor of the Empire State Building, so it takes forever to get to work in the morning. But I use the time to good advantage. When I spot an attractive guy I use the "dead hand" technique. This means placing the back of my hand against his cock in a crowded elevator. Usually he will instinctively shift position. But on those occasions when I find a "live" one, he will remain motionless and that's the indication that he welcomes further exploration on my part.

Anyhow, lots of tourists use the elevator I have to take and one morning last August I moved close to a hot-looking blond guy of about 20 who was wearing a hockey shirt and short, shimmering nylon trunks. I used my usual approach and he didn't move a muscle but gave me a sly grin. I then turned my hand around and started exploring. What I found was a bonanza. I could tell right away that this kid was circumcised, very well hung and thick.

He started hardening up right away, so I reached under his shorts, grabbed his cock and started wanking it. The elevator was very crowded as usual, so I didn't think anyone else noticed what was going on. But there was a girl on the other side of me who did give me a knowing smile at one point but I just ignored it. My quarry then started to breathe heavily and I was afraid he was going to let out a howl of pleasure that might prove embarrassing.

Just before we reached my floor he came, quietly and copiously right into the palm of my hand. This boy must have been really hard up because the volume was enormous. I was frantic because I didn't have a hanky or anything. I didn't know what to do, and just got off the elevator with this cum dripping from my right hand and hoping desperately that I wouldn't run into anyone I'd have to shake hands with before I reached my office.

I lucked-out in that respect, but even so I had to just rub it in as if it were hand lotion before I reached my company's reception room because the receptionist was waiting to hand me my mail.

Despite all that, this was one of my most exciting "conquests". I often looked for this handsome boy again in the lobby, but he had obviously been a tourist--and probably from out of town--so I never really expected to see him again.