Date: Sat, 04 Sep 2004 03:13:18 +0100 From: Joey Tailor Subject: Elevator Action I hope you enjoy this short happenstance that came into existence just a few days ago. I am adding this stuff to the beginning of the story. When I wrote this story I didn't really intend to send it to Nifty. This is a fantasy story I have in my head. I am writing it in the third-removed party. I wrote it pretending to be Don. Actually my name is Joey but I changed it to Lucas for the story. I don't have a lot of practice writing this kind of stuff. There is also another reason for this story. You will find out more at the end. If you like what I wrote maybe you can Email me back. Warning, I don't get a lot of time online. So please be patient and I promise to email you back. I prefer if you can say nice things, but I would like you to be honest. Thanks for taking time to read this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Some very close friends of mine live in a low income apartment building. The building houses some 100+ families, many on welfare or some type of benefit. Most of the occupants are single parent families. Now just so as you know, my friends are still married and have a happy family. Unfortunately they are suffering some financial difficulties. That's what brought about their move to this less than ritzy building about eight months ago. Last Thursday I dropped by to leave a few things for them. Being they live on the eighth floor, I had no intention of using the stairs. Not to mention it just plain isn't safe. As the graffiti covered elevator door screeched open, the stench of stale cigarette smoke mixed with some other illegal substance and a nasty pong of old pee wafted out of the unventilated, hot 6'x 4' elevator box. Drifting up my nose and hitting my sinus with a bite that almost brought a tear to my eye. On the way up to the eighth floor, I did my usual and started to read the walls. It never fails to surprise me as to the open nature of what people will write or draw on walls. Of course this is all inter mixed with the standard graffiti in all its color and design. After knocking on the door, hanging in the hall for five minutes and not getting a response, I concluded no-one was home. If I had left the box of nik-naks outside their door, I am sure some other residents would have appreciated the donation and walked off with it, no second thoughts. With box under my arm, and a few words under my breath, I headed back down the hallway to the elevators. There are two elevator-shafts in this building and I was hoping not to have my sinus punished by the same elevator car on the downward journey to the stark lobby entrance. The buildings lights flickered as I arrived in front of the elevators. Paying little attention to the lights, these things happening here a lot, and to set things straight, there are not that many hall lights still working. Maintenance not being a high priority here is my assumption. Moments after pushing the cigarette burned call button, the industry standard bell rang and the car arrived on the eighth floor. My heart sunk a little as the same elevator door started to screech open. The offending tell-tale reek emanated out as the door opened. Yet this time was a little different, one smell was overpowering the rest. Now I do not pretend to be an expert on the matter, but I bet you a penny to a pinch of shit, some type of marijuana had just been enjoyed moments before. I stepped into the opening of the elevator car and noticed a piece of very nice eye candy. As I turned right to push the lobby button I hear a "what floor mister"? A very handsome yet rough looking 12 or 13 year old light colored mixed blooded boy was looking at me. "Lobby for me please" I responded as a smile passed to my face. "Smells as if you have been enjoying a quiet smoke In here" I said as the doors closed and we started our decent. Without warning it happened, BANG, the elevator stopped dead in its tracks between the seventh and eighth floor. Lights failed and an unsettling silence took over. Two seconds and a small emergency light came to life. Barely enough power to illuminate the small space, but comforting enough. "FUCK, not again" the boy's voice lashed out in his somewhat obvious puberty stricken stage of cracking voice tones. "Again?" I inquired, "This happens a lot by the sounds of it." As I start to think this may not be a good thing to have happen. "Yeah, every two or three weeks someone gets trapped in this fucking useless mother fucker elevator. Bastard landlord wont even put in a fucking phone to call for help. We are stuck here for at least an hour." He blurts out in what seems to be one long sentence. Sensing the boy may be a little scared of the situation, I tried to reassure him with the standard, "don't worry son, we WILL be fine". He cheerfully responded, "I ain't scared man, I'm hungry". I started to get the impression my little elevator companion was indeed the main reason for the happy aroma encased in these four small walls. To be truthful I was starting to feel its affect taking hold on me. "I think we might be able to take care of your munchies little one." I suggested as I dropped to my knees, box on the floor and thumbing it's contents. As I said before, my friends are financially challenged, but still good parents and I like to make sure their kids get a few of the treats they like. I know it's not possible right now for them to buy much more than the bare basics. When I was at the supermarket, I picked up an extra large pack of Oreo cookies. You know the kind with the green mint flavor cream centers. I like them and I know the kids have mentioned before it was their favorite. Even better than the orange filling. Now I do have a preference to the orange ones myself. But when I bought this pack, it was intended as a gift for them. Not to be eaten by myself. Or with a strange boy I met in the elevator. Sensing the boy's eyes burning holes in me, I pulled the pack of Oreos out and handed them over. "Oh shit man, that's what I'm talking about." He blurted out as his butt hit the floor and legs twisted into an Indian style seated position. He tore the plastic packaging open as he questioned me. "Are you sure its OK mister?" With a wishful, please don't say no, look in his eyes. "Sure its OK boy, like you said, we might be here for an hour. And I don't want either of us to get hunger pains. I might just have to eat you like a cannibal." I'm not sure if he even heard me speaking after I said `sure'. He had three cookies in his hand and a couple more in his mouth. This boy had the munchies in a bad way. A couple minutes passed with what seemed to be a one boy eating frenzy. He had barely taken but a few breaths yet managed to devour half of the 36 pack of cookies. "Boy are you feeling better now?" I asked with true concern. "Yeah man, much better now, thanks. And... I'd prefer if you call me Lucas, that's my name." He offered with a ball breaking smile and Oreo crumbs on his lips. " Sure Lucas, pleased to meet you. My name is Don." I pulled out a 2 liter bottle of snow flavor `Gator Ade'. I thought it was a novel sounding flavor and something the kids would like. Specially as its middle of the summer and stinking hot out. "Ooohh, are you going to open that Don?" his eyes wide and teeth shining. "Nope" I responded with a touch of sarcasm as I watched his smile fade and eyes sadden. Then added, "But you are." I teased Lucas as I handed the bottle over to my new companion. Let me give you a little more to describe Lucas. I found out he is 12 years old, but soon to turn 13. As I mentioned before, Lucas is a mixed blood child. He told me his mother is an immigrant from the Out Back and his father, I should mention had long since hit the road. Lucas recalled his father was a typical white ass-hole non compliant sperm donor. This boy is a very handsome young man, a definite girl getter. The day I met Lucas in the elevator, he was wearing a pair of green sports shorts that came down to his knees and showed as being very baggy. So much so that I got an occasional peek up the leg opening. Unfortunately, nothing more than leg came to view. His shoes seemed to resemble a basketball style but no noticeable brand-name markings. I wasn't sure if he had socks on. But if he did they were well covered or of the ankle type. His shirt was also basketball style with no sleeves and sporting the number 7 on a yellow mesh cloth. All in all, a very hot looking kid. Not that he was drop dead or anything. But defiantly a handsome guy. One that caught my eye for sure. In the course of about 20 minutes, Lucas managed to eat 23 cookies and drink most of the Gator Ade. The hot little man sat back against the side wall and blurted out "Man, that was great. Now lets gets happy." As he pulled out a fat joint. "Don, this is some sick Trinidad pot." As he lit it up and started to take long deep drags and roll his head back. Lucas sat there, back against the wall inhaling the smoke over and over. He was a kind young man, offering his hand rolled smoke on occasion, but I graciously declined. The second hand smoke was slowly taking its toll regardless. The boy was getting completely wrecked. I think wrecked is the correct term. His eyes were well past bloodshot. His actions slow and clumsy. Lucas had also started to slur his speech. Not that he was over talkative at this point. We were sat at opposite ends of the elevator car facing each other. My legs were stretched out while Lucas' left leg was out straight between mine, his right leg was half cocked and leaning against the back wall. This offered me a fairly good view up the leg of his shorts to his sport type gray boxers. My regret at that time was feeling I might not get a better view. Lucas had his head leading back and a little to the side. Almost like it was to heavy for him. He hadn't moved in ten minutes or more. Feeling he was almost oblivious to anything around him, I was confident to move myself into a better position to look him over and study his sexy features. Even to stare openly at his non-noticeable crotch. Lucas was so out of it, I even managed to lightly pull away the hem of his short-leg to assist in my viewing pleasures of his boxer clad crotch, without even a twitch from the well stoned boy. In what seemed to be slow motion, Lucas reached out, took the bottle of Gator Ade and took a large swig. Dropping the bottle at his side he managed to garble "I need a piss." Lucas stumbled to his knees coming to an unsteady rest in the middle of the elevator. The hot little stoned boy lifted his shirt as he hooked his fingers under the front of his shorts and mumbled his distress "There's nowhere to go, I'm gunna bust." Reaching past Lucas on his left side as I picked up the almost empty 2 liter bottle and suggested "Don't stress, use this little man." Without thought or hesitation, Lucas lowered the front of his shorts and boxers exposing his cocklet with the elastic rim coming to resting under his smooth scrotum. With his right hand he aimed one of the most beautiful pieces of boy-meat at the bottle top. As this hot little Adonis' 3 inch soft uncut thin penis started to let flow a very water load of urine, his lithe body started to sway. I pulled the bottle up closer until the head of his dick was pressing against the opening. As Lucas continued to let flow with a slow stream, both his hands left his groin area as he reached out to steady himself by pressing his palms to the back and front of the elevator car. I lifted myself up on my knees and momentarily supported the sluggishly filling bottle between my legs, reaching my hands under the child's oversized shirt. Taking hold of both his shorts and boxers I swiftly lowered them to his thighs. My left hand quickly returned to support the bottle as my right hand took hold and lifted his shirt. Lowering back to sit on my legs, I watched my little stoner boy pee, ogling between his vacant face with closed eyes and a very sexy hairless crotch. As I steadied the bottle and ensured it stayed inline with his flaccid boyhood, my thumb managed to lightly caress from his retracted foreskin to the exposed bell shaped head. His skin was so soft to the touch it almost seemed unreal. His little worm stayed soft and pliable the entire time he used the makeshift urinal. As his child sized willie dribbled to a halt, I removed the half full bottle placing it a corner behind me. Any good man knows, you must shake off the dew. With Lucas in no fit state to manage such a simple task, I took ownership of the situation with my right hand and gently shook his gland in a forward motion making certain his testicles were well supported in my other palm. Lucas slumped back into a sitting-come slouching arrangement as his ankles flared out sideways. His body slid down as his back came to rest on the floor. The near comatose lad moaned in what sounded to be a sigh of utter relief with his boy legs aligning themselves to the rest of his body. Not knowing how much time we had alone before the deadened elevator worked itself back into existence, I waited a mere ten seconds before reaching out, grasping the yellow shirt before me and repositioning it above his waist. Lucas nor I returned his shorts to their upright position. With my drugged and drained companion laying before me sound asleep and exposed to my delight, I made myself comfortable in our temporary accommodation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now I can write more in line with how I speak. Let me tell you more about the real me. My name is Joey. OK, it's Joseph but I prefer Joey or JT. I am 13, my Mom home schools me. Mom told me I had to write a story about something that really interests me. Yes she knows I like guys. My parents adopted me. I used to live on the streets and do some not too good things. Mom and Dad both tell me how smart I am and encourage me in lots of stuff. They try to help me with my feelings and to deal with all the stuff that has happened in my life. Even when I got real sick and almost died. They are the best parents in the world. And no, my new parents don't try to sex me up. Its the opposite. They encourage me to STOP and THINK. Mom doesn't like me reading porn and sex stories from online, but they both understand why I like it. I am small for my age I think. A doctor told me it's because I never had the right kind of food and I was sick a lot growing up. I learned the men that I went with preferred me if I told them I was younger rather than saying I was small for my age. Yeah, I know its perverted, but without those guys I would be dead a long time ago. No I don't regret my life. Yes I hate a few of the mean people I ran into. Most of the men were real nice to me. I like guys that have a tan or are a little darker. I'm not a mix blood boy. I am European white, messy hair and look average. Nothing like the blonde hair blue eyes you read about. I once wanked with a boy that was so beautiful . He had green eyes and he was so pretty. That's a true story. Maybe one day I will write it. Like I said, Mom told me I had to write a long story. Something like an essay, only I wasn't given a subject. So I chose to write about one of my favorite fantasy. The characters represent two people. Lucas is me, but I changed his name. Don is a real person. I didn't change his name because I want him to know how I feel. I love you Don. You know who you are. It's not a sex thing. Maybe its hard for people to understand. When I came out of hospital a few years ago, he was there for me. I never knew him and he never knew me. Don gave me time patience and Love. This story took me two weeks to write. I used the dictionary more than I ever did before and I borrowed my Dads thesaurus. Sorry Dad, I will return it later. Mom, Don't worry I dont do drugs. You taught me better. To everyone in my life, I love you. Even to the men in my past. Thank you. To my brother I only met once, I miss you. OK mom I got just over 2,000 words. I hope you like it. I Love you, JT ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mom liked the story. She gave me an 86%. It makes me so happy I got a good mark. She also said I can Send it to Don and put it online. That part took some talking with Mom and Dad but I know the rules. Dad is a bit concern about me getting more specific. We talked it over and he said as long as they read it first then I can continue the story. So if anyone is interested in hearing the rest then please let me know. By the way, yes I'm young. Yes I will Email you back. No I wont meet you or give you my phone number or anything dumb. You can get into my mind not my pants.