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This chapter deals briefly with AEA (Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation). Auto-erotic asphyxiation is an extremely dangerous activity because of the risk of death and brain damage. Please don't try this as over a thousand males and females die from this deadly practice annually. Take the time necessary to protect yourself. Please use simple common sense choices and follow all safe sex practices at all times!

 

Luis, Gino and Me (Part #2)

"The Mad Dash for the Second Floor"

By Paul S. Stevens

 

It was summer again, and I just got home from attending the last day of school. I was hanging out on the porch, waiting for my friends Luis and Gino to deliver the daily paper and finish their route. The two of them had been paper boys since before our family moved here a year ago. My name is Randolph, Randy for short. Luis, his cousin Gino and I have been best friends since I came to live here. We hung around with each other a lot and had many good times together and today promised to be the start of a great summer vacation. After about an hour of enjoying the warm breeze, I could see my friends coming down the street as they neared the end of their paper route. As they were passing by my house, Luis called over to me.

"Hey Randy, are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready. Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," Luis said. "Get your bike ready and we'll be right back."

They finished delivering the paper to the last few remaining houses on our block, dropped off their delivery equipment and came back for me.

Luis had told me earlier that day at school that he had an idea about something he wanted us to try, and his cousin Gino and I were to be part of it.

Luis was always the bold one of the three of us. Gino was mostly the "Yes" man, willing to do whatever Luis wanted. As for me, if it meant an adventure, than I was in.

Luis knew exactly what we were going to do and where we were going to do it. It was his plan, so we followed his lead. We got on our bikes and pedaled ten blocks from our house to the edge of downtown where a 12 story office building was under construction. We had played in and around the site after working hours, off and on for the last nine weekends and got to know the place pretty well.

We had learned that the construction company that was working on the project was temporarily out of money, so all construction activity had come to a halt. They didn't even have the funds for a security guard, so they just put up a chain link fence around the site, and that was it!

As we arrived at `The Pile' as we called it, we pulled our bikes around to the back where there was a flaw in the fence. We wiggled our bikes and ourselves through the tight opening and stashed our bikes inside the stairwell. The last time we were here we discovered that some workers had placed a wood block on the second floor stairwell door as a quick entry point. We climbed the stairs to the second floor and went in. Once inside, we made our way to the elevators.

This building was like our own personal big boy playground made just for us. It had a basement, twelve floors and two working elevators separated by a refrigerated drinking fountain on each floor. The electricity was on, so all the lights were operating. However, only a few of the bathrooms on the top floors had running water, toilets or sinks. The carpeting had not been installed yet and there were no walls or partitions up either.

Each floor was like one very big room. In the middle of each level were pallets of drywall and other construction materials piled four or five feet high just waiting for the crews to come back to work.

The outside was another story. It was a real eyesore. The entire building was painted in one mono colored poop brown. Even the windows were tinted in the same color. Luis called the building `The Big Pile of Shit House'. Luis liked to say the word "Shit" as often as possible. Eventually our very big personal boy's club came to be known as `The Pile' for short.

"So, what's your big idea?" I asked Luis.

Luis began to tell us about his sexually charged fantasy he had planed for us. "You see, this guy at school told me that if you breathe real hard for a minute or two, you will start to feel lightheaded. Just before you start to feel faint, you take in a deep breath and hold it in. Then someone standing behind you wraps their arms around you and squeezes your chest. He says it feels better than beating off!"

"I think you call that hyperventilating," I informed him. "And I don't think it's safe either."

"Wait, I'm not done yet, here's the good part," he continued. "If it really does feel better than beating off, than I figured it would be twice as good if you really were beating off when you did it, so I made up this game we can play. I call it the Drop & Squeeze. Here's how it goes. First, we get into the elevator. We go to the twelfth floor at the top of the building and we prop the elevator doors open with something. Then Gino will start to suck me off. Just when I feel myself getting close, I'll start taking deep breaths. Then when I'm almost ready to shoot it, I'll give you the signal to go. That's when you'll hit the second floor elevator button and let the doors close. When the elevator starts to drop, I'll hold my breath and you stand behind me and do the squeeze. With Gino sucking me, the elevator dropping, me holding my breath and you squeezing my chest, I should be able to shoot the biggest heaviest load of cum you ever saw!"

I stood there speechless. Both Luis and Gino had obviously thought this whole thing out in advance or at least talked about it. What do I say to that?

Sensing I might need more persuading, Luis added, "If the drop & squeeze is better than beating off, then this should be fucking fantastic! If it is, we'll all take turns!"

At first, I thought this was a bad idea, but after his enthusiastic explanation, I became aroused and I felt my cock stir to life. Where did he get such a wicked idea? Elevators descending, deep breathing, sucking and squeezing, wow! Plus, it required us getting naked, and that was the part that changed my mind. I was always interested in trying something different, especially if it meant getting naked to do it. Trying stuff like this with my friends was always better than just beating off alone.

"Alright," I said. "I'll do it, but I'm still not to sure about how safe this is."

"Great," Luis said. "Let's get naked!" Luis, Gino and I had several adventures together and many of them involved being naked, so getting undressed together was becoming second nature now.

The three of us got undressed down to our shoes. We needed our shoes for running and hiding at a moments notice if necessary. After all, anything could happen. Just because there were no security guards present didn't mean there might not be a patrolman doing rounds or something. So we kept our eyes and ears open.

We hid our clothes behind some pallets and walked naked over to the second floor elevator. I pressed the `Up' button. The carriage was already sitting idle at the second floor, so the doors opened immediately, startling all three of us. We all ran and hid behind some stacked pallets nearby. As we slowly looked over to the elevators, we noticed that the compartment was empty. We laughed at the fact that we got scarred so easily. I discovered that being scared and naked is a very erotic feeling. We recovered from the fright and got in the elevator and went directly to the twelfth floor as planned.

Once there, I scouted around for something to hold the doors open with. I came across a wooden beam just the right length and laid it across the door rails. We were now ready to begin round one of `The Drop and Squeeze'.

The thought of what we were about to do had gotten all three of us rock hard. Luis stood in the middle of the elevator, I stood behind him ready to do my part and Gino got down on his knees and began sucking on his cousin's waiting cock.

Since our first encounter at the `Abandoned Car Wash' a year earlier, the three of us had done some growing. I was 15 now, Luis was 14 and Gino was about to be 14 in another two weeks. Even though we were still kids, all three of us were more developed now. Luis and Gino both grew a nice patch of pubic hair. There balls had matured as well growing from small marbles to near adult size and their cocks had gone from three inches to over five. Actually Gino was six inches now despite the fact that he was nine months younger than Luis and almost two years younger than me. The thickness of their cocks had doubled as well and they both became super shooters.

As for me, my balls had already been fairly large and my cock grew mostly in thickness. I did however grow one more inch in length from five to over six inches. This made the three of us fairly equal now between five and six inches. Now comparing myself to them, I wasn't the amazing one anymore. To me, they were the ones more amazing now that they were older, more mature and more physically endowed.

It wasn't very long before Luis began moaning at his cousin's cock sucking abilities. I began to fondle his firm butt from behind and the added stimulation caused his whole body to begin moving and pumping in and out of Gino's mouth.

"I'm almost there, I'm getting ready to cum," Luis said. Gino then started to go full speed ahead, sucking his cock faster and messaging his balls at the same time.

"Randy, get ready with the door!" Luis instructed. With that being said, he began his deep breathing procedure, gulping air at a frenzied pace. After a few moments of tense physical exertion, he signaled me in-between his weak panting breaths, "Now!"

With that cue, I kicked the wood beam out from the door rails and hit the second floor elevator button. The elevator doors closed and began it's descent to the second floor. We felt that feeling of falling you get from elevators. Luis took in his last deep breath and held it in.

Now it was my turn. I wrapped my arms around Luis and squeezed his chest. Luis was about two inches shorter than me, so as I squeezed him, I ended up lifting him up off the floor. The downward movement of the elevator made him seam lighter than normal and me, somehow stronger than normal. As I pulled his body towards me, my cock slipped into the crack of his butt checks. This was it. I was very turned on now and I was imagining what it must be feeling like for him.

I think I may have overdone the squeeze. As I was preparing to release my hold on Luis, his legs started to shake and then his body started to go limp. Before we got down to the second floor, I knew something went wrong. I lowered his body to the floor and started to call out his name. He didn't answer. We arrived at the second floor and the elevator doors opened.

"Did he cum?" I asked Gino.

"No," he said. "His dick just kind of went limp, what happened?"

"I think he passed out man," I said.

Gino faced me with a look of panic, "What do we do?"

"I don't know," I answered trying to sound calm. "Wait, I know, give him mouth to mouth resuscitation,"

"I'm not giving him mouth to mouth resuscitation, you do it!" Gino said with disdain.

Just then, Luis opened his eyes, looked up at us and said, "Gotcha you fucking dicks!"

"That wasn't funny you sick fuck," Gino said.

"I agree!" I chimed in. "Besides, I think you really passed out man."

"No fucking way!" Luis maintained.

"So Mr. Smart Ass," I asked in a sarcastic tone, "how was it then?"

"It was fucking great man," he attested but I didn't believe him. I knew he could have faked it all, but his dick going limp was not something you could control easily. Plus, his body collapsing in my arms seamed all too real to me.

As we were talking, the elevator doors closed on us, and once again we got scared and jumped out of our skin. Even though the doors had closed, the carriage stayed idle there on the second floor letting us know that at least no one on a higher floor had summoned the elevator while we were still in it. Once we had settled down from all the excitement, Luis boldly looked up at us with a smirk on his face.

"So, who wants to go next?" he asked looking back and forth between the two of us to see who was the bigger pussy. After what we had just seen, neither of us had any desire to try it.

"Let's just do something else," I said.

"Good," Luis said. "I didn't get to shoot my wad yet and my balls are aching to finish. I feel like my sperm is at the tip of my dick now just waiting there to shoot."

"Let's play Sperm-O," Gino suggested.

"What is Sperm-O?" I asked.

I have known Gino a long time now, and we've done lots of things together, but this was a new one to me. One I have never heard about before today. These ideas seamed to be coming from nowhere today. They were titillating to me and I liked it. I started to feel a twinge in my cock as he began to tell me about this new game he had invented.

"Let's go back to the top floor and I'll explain the rules," Gino said. I pressed the twelfth floor button and Gino continued. "First, we go into the bathroom, we sit on the floor, we turn off the lights and start beating. When you feel you are about to shoot it, you call out `Sperm-O'. We turn on the lights and watch that person shoot it. Then we turn off the lights again until the next person calls out `Sperm-O'. We keep doing it for each person. The last person to cum is the looser and has to dance at the window facing the street so the people outside can get a good look. The top floor bathroom has running water for us to clean up when were finished."

And with that explanation, the elevator bell dinged. The elevator had reached the top floor and the doors opened. The three of us got out of the elevator. Once again I placed the wood beam across the doors to prevent the elevator from going back to the second floor.

We walked across the open room and stepped into what was going to be the men's bathroom. It was a large bathroom with several stalls and urinals. The room smelled stale from being closed up for a long time, but it was comfortable. We stepped in and the door closed behind us. We sat on the cold tiled floor and prepared to play Gino's new game. At this point we were already naked from before, so the three of us immediately began to beat-off. It wasn't long before each of us were rock hard again and ready to get serious about winning.

"I think we're all hard enough now, so let's start," Luis said.

Gino was the closest to the door where the light switch was. He reached above his head and flipped the lights off.

The bathrooms had no windows, so when the lights went out, it got pitch black. With no lights on and the door closed, it was very quiet and still. We soon were able to hear ourselves breathing. The room also had a bit of an echo that accentuated the unmistakable sound of slapping skin as we stroked our cocks.

I wondered who was going to cum first and who was going to have to dance. I didn't care if it were me. I was having a blast and the concerns about what happened earlier with Luis had disappeared. I was really getting into my stroking and started getting close, but as fate had it, I was not going to be first.

Luis was the first one to call out. "Sperm-O," he declared.

Of course he would be the first one to cum. He had almost gone all the way earlier in the elevator, so he didn't have far to go to get back to the edge.

Gino reached up and flipped on the lights. The two of us continued to stroke ourselves, but our attention turned to Luis. We were ready to witness our first player take his turn. My cock started twitching and throbbing as Luis pounded his ridged boner.

"Oh boy, this is going to be a Big One," Luis informed us. He then started taking deep breathes, just like he had done before. After several more deep breathes, he took one last big breath and held it in. Even though he was holding his breath, we can hear him making moaning sounds as the pressure in his balls approached their explosive climax.

I started to get worried again. It was looking like the same thing that happened to him earlier was about to happen again. He jerked is head back and closed his eyes. His hand started to slow down. He made one final heart stopping stroke all the way to the base and held it firmly there. We watched the head of his cock slowly swell up. He stayed motionless for about three seconds or so, then he pulled his head forward and opened his eyes to witness himself blow. Suddenly, what we had been waiting for arrived like a speeding train out of a tunnel. A long jet of milky white boy cream erupted from his pulsating cock like a volcano and whizzed over his shoulder. We could hear it as it accelerated past him, and then splatter against the concrete wall behind him.

"Holy shit," Gino said as his jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out.

"Blast off," I said and started to laugh. It wasn't funny. It was just a reaction to something powerful, like when an audience laughs at the scariest part of a horror movie.

Luis then exhaled and continued to pump out three more very impressive ejaculations. As each shot landed on his body, it sounded like the faint patter of rain on the window sill. We never heard the sound of sperm splattering before, it was hot! My earlier concern for Luis turned instantly to delight as I witnessed his totally hot display. It was a Rock Hard, Cock Pulsing, Sperm Shooting, Ball-Busting Orgasm! It was so arousing that I felt myself tremble in anticipation of having my own Orgasm. My cock was twitching, longing for some heavy action. I was ready to be the next one to call out in this no-holds-barred race for the ultimate finish line.

We both praised Luis for what we thought was the coolest cum shot we had ever seen. Then Gino reached up and flipped the lights off. We were back in the dark again. We resumed our focus on the game when I heard Gino whisper, "I'm going to be next, you know."

"Dream on buddy," I whispered back.

It was just between Gino and me now. I was trying to concentrate on my stroking, but other thoughts started creeping in. Was Gino going to cum first and was I going to have to do that dance at the window? These thoughts were both scary and exciting. The feeling of an orgasm started to grow deep down in the middle of my balls.

Then Luis started egging us on. "Come on you guys, I want to see you both cum, shoot it for me!"

As the stirring of my seminal juices began to rise slowly up my cock, I decided to wait before calling out. I wanted to wait until I was closer to the edge of cuming. I felt I wanted to wait until nothing can stop the inevitable. I could hear Gino pounding his cock faster now and I'm sure he could hear me pounding mine.

"Sperm-O," Gino shouted out. He had beaten me to the call. He reached up one last time and hit the lights.

As the lights went on, Gino and I both started shooting together. I shot one, and then he shot one, then him, then me. I was shooting so much sperm that it seamed like my brains were coming out of my cock. My heart was racing and I could feel each shot course past my stroking hand as it rocketed its way out. I was cuming all over myself and Gino was doing the same.

"Awesome, a double shoot-out," Luis said laughing with excitement.

I was in a state of total euphoria. It was so hot to watch the two of us cum together. It was my first time having a simultaneous orgasm with someone. It was so intense it gave me chills, and all the hairs on my body were standing on edge.

"What a ball busting finale," Luis said. "You both tied man."

"So then, who lost?" I asked.

"You did," Gino stated. "I'm the one who called it, remember?"

Of course, he was right. I just knew it was going to be me. I needed to get up the nerve right now, before I chickened out. I knew that if I did chicken out, they would never let me forget it. So I sprang to my feet and walked out through bathroom door. Luis and Gino were right behind me. They didn't want to miss a second. I headed straight over to the largest center window and stood three inches from the glass.

I felt a very strange sensation as the seamen I had shot all over myself started dripping and rolling down my chest and belly. There I was, looking out the window at all the people and traffic below, cum drenched and wearing nothing but my shoes. Then a flurry of questions raced through my mind. Are we high enough up here to where they can't see me? Are these windows tinted enough or could they see me because I'm standing too close? If they can, what will happen?

I stood there for a moment and thought to myself, what am I going to do? As I thought about it, I noticed that my cock was getting hard again. That gave me an idea. There is this Grunt's Military Cadence we all knew as kids called "Sally Brown". It wasn't going to be a dance exactly, but it seamed appropriate. I stood at attention and saluted. Then I began my performance. I marched in place with my cock and balls bouncing to each step as I recited that dirty limerick.

"Over the hill came Piss Paul Pete, with his 50 pounds of swinging meat."

Both Luis and Gino laughed so hard that they decided to come over to the window and join me. The three of us were laughing and marching with our balls bouncing and our meat swinging.

Suddenly, I thought I heard something.

"Stop," I said. "Stop for a second. Listen!"

It got dead quiet for a moment, and then off in the distance... `Ding'. We all heard it. The other elevator was making its way up as it stopped at each floor. We got really scared this time for good reason. Still bare assed naked, we went and hid around the back of some pallets again and waited while we tried to figure out what to do next.

"Shit man, someone saw us down there," Luis surmised. "Let's get the fuck out of here!"

"Hold on a minute," I said. "Don't panic. Let's wait until they get closer. That way, they will be going up towards the twelfth floor, and we'll be going down. We'll have more time to get out that way."

We could see the display panel above the elevator from where we were hiding and nervously watched the floor indicator lights. We waited until it got to the eleventh floor. Then we made a mad dash for the second floor. We bolted out from behind our hiding place and ran into the waiting elevator and just like I had done before, I kicked the wood beam out from the door rails and hit the second floor button.

After what seamed like forever, the doors finally closed, and we began our decent back to the second floor. When it arrived, we wasted no time going straight to where we stashed our clothes. We jumped into our pants, and ran as we pulled our shirts over our heads. We were dressed in a record ten seconds. We didn't even put on our underwear. We just stuffed it down our pockets as we made our way to our bikes waiting for us on the first floor stairwell.

In a race to get home, we rode our bikes back to our own familiar neighborhood, stopping for nothing. As we pedaled our way back to friendly territory, we were all reminded about what we had just done because we were feeling the unusual sensation of going commando. Once we got safely home, all we could do was laugh and talk about the danger and excitement of running around naked and almost getting caught.

As for me, I had a wonderful time. It was an experience that I would never forget. I discovered that the fear of being caught naked and the sensation of flirting with danger coupled with the allure of forbidden boy sex was an erotic turn-on for me. I wanted more, a lot more.

It was nearing dinnertime. We said goodbye to each other and went our separate ways. After all, we still had dried cum we had shot all over ourselves that needed to be washed off. But for now, it was a sticky reminder of the hot time we had at `The Pile'.

I had learned later that the elevators in that building had a self diagnostic system. After every twenty-four hours of being idle, the carriage would automatically run a self test to check that the doors could open and close properly for each floor. So we were never in any real danger that day, but once we found out about it, we were drawn to go back for many more adventures until it got completed and had its Grand Opening to the public. For us, it was the end of an era. But as life often does, the closing of this chapter only served to open others.

End of Part #2

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