Date: Wed, 11 Mar 2020 02:04:02 +0000
From: butters2020 <butters2020@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Elevator Feeling

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	I'm Scott.  I'm twelve. And I'm going to New York City with the
Lincoln High School Chorus.  My best friends are so jealous.  Obviously, I
don't go to Lincoln High, but my brother Rick does.  He's a junior and HE'S
in the chorus.  They're competing in some kind of choral something against
a bunch of other high schools from across the country.  My mom is one of
the chaperones, but she can't leave me home alone, so I get to come too!
I'm sharing a hotel room with my brother and two other guys which my
brother is NOT happy about.  The other guys are cool with me though.
       Anyway, this doesn't start in the hotel room believe it or not.  It
starts at the Empire State Building.  We get to New York the day before the
contest so we can see the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building
and a musical on Broadway.  Everyone was really psyched about that but
puhleeze.  I was going to get more than my fill of people singing tomorrow.
I didn't need to see more of it tonight.  But the Empire State Building
would be cool.
       Have you ever been?  After standing in line forever a million of us
were shoved into an elevator.  I didn't think it would be able to lift us
up with that many people in it.  I could barely move.  We were crammed in
pretty tightly.  There were a couple of sailors in their white uniforms
next to me and one of them laughed and said to the other one, "nut to
butt."  I laughed at that, but he was right.  My butt was pushed against
the person behind me and the person in front of me, whoever he was, had his
butt shoved against me.  All I could see of him was the back of his shirt
which was practically in my face.
       When the last person was in the elevator the doors closed and we
started up, over a hundred stories!  I felt my stomach drop and wondered
how fast we were going.  Then suddenly, we stopped, and the lights went
out.  An emergency light in the corner came on, but it was kinda dim, and
with all the people in front of me, it didn't really do a lot to light up
the inside of the elevator.  I could barely make out some shadows but that
was it.  "Everyone remain calm," said the man operating the elevator.  "I'm
sure the power will be back on in just a minute."
       But a minute passed, and we were still in the dark, still not
moving.  People began to fidget, but they couldn't go anywhere or shift too
much; there was just no room.  Some people were muttering and cursing and
then talking louder.  "Quiet!" the operator shouted.  "I can't hear!"  he
was on his phone with someone.  I hoped it was someone who could turn the
power on.
       "The generator should have kicked in by now," he said when he hung
up.  "They're working on it.  Just sit tight."
       "We can't sit at all, tight or loose," one of the sailors said, and
someone laughed.
       All we could do was wait in the dark for them to fix the generator
or for the power to come back on.  I heard Rick say from the other end of
the elevator, "You okay, Scotty?"
       "Yeah," I said, my voice cracking.  It's been doing that a lot
lately, which is embarrassing.  "And I'm not Scotty anymore. It's Scott."
       The white shirt in front of me tittered.  "You tell him, Scott."
White Shirt said, shifting his weight.  When he did, he leaned against me,
pushing his butt against my crotch.  I couldn't take a step back without
pushing against the crotch of the guy behind me so I coughed and kinda
pushed against White Shirt, trying to let him know to move up some if he
could.
       Instead he pushed back against me and kind of shook his butt against
me, rubbing against where my dick was.  The last few months my dick got
hard like twenty times a day for no reason at all.  And if I touched it the
wrong way-or the right way, I guess I should say-it definitely got hard.
And White Shirt's rubbing was touching it the right way.
       I didn't have much choice and backed up the two inches I had room
for, which made me rub against the guy behind me after all.  I could feel
his dick against my butt, but he wasn't hard.  More like a big soft sausage
pushing against my butt.
       Meanwhile White Shirt didn't take the hint and pushed back against
me again.  And this time there was no where for me to go since I'd already
backed up as far as I could.  At least in the darkness no one could see
that I was hard, but White Shirt had to notice.  Why did he keep rubbing
his butt against my boner?
        I pushed against him again, not push him away, but because it made
my dick feel so good to do it. I looked around, checking to see if anyone
was paying attention to me but they were all too busy talking to each other
or looking at their phones.
       White Shirt changed his movement, no longer rubbing side to side but
more of an up and down.  It was too subtle for anyone but me to notice, but
I for sure noticed it.  A noise escaped me.  I sucked my lips between my
teeth, forcing myself to be quiet.  My peter had been hard before, but it
had never felt like this.  I'd heard my friends joking about "playing with
it" or "beating off" but beating your dick sounded painful and when I tried
playing with it, I had obviously done it wrong.
       I was breathing faster now, almost panting.  An old lady next to me
reached over and rubbed the back of my neck.  "You claustrophobic, honey?
Don't panic now.  We don't need you making a scene.  Just close your eyes
and take deep breaths."
       I nodded, still biting my lip, and took her advice.  With my eyes
closed I started mimicking White Shirt's actions rubbing my crotch against
his butt.  That made him push against me even harder.  Suddenly I gasped as
I felt something at the base of dick.  No, it wasn't there.  It was at the
base of my spine almost.  A taut string connecting my tail bone to the head
of my dick which was suddenly throbbing and pulsing and for a few seconds I
couldn't breathe as the most wonderful feeling consumed my whole body.
       The wave of pleasure passed as my dick flexed once, twice, three
times and I was able to breathe again.  White Shirt must have sensed what
had happened because he took half a step forward.  There was now enough
room for me to reach tentatively in front of me and feel the front of my
pants.  I jerked my hand away, hitting White Shirt in his butt.  My dick
was so sensitive now, it hurt to press my hand against it.  Did White Shirt
break it?  What the heck happened to me?
       As the minutes ticked by my dick shrank back to its normal size and
the hypersensitivity dissipated.  A few minutes later the elevator jerked
to life and continued its ascent.  The lights came back on, so bright I had
to close my eyes.  We must have been close to the top because when I opened
them again the doors had already slid open and people were rushing out of
the elevator.  White Shirt was no longer in front of me.
       I looked around the observation deck at the people who'd just left
the elevator, trying to find him.  But everyone in the Lincoln High Chorus
was wearing their choral uniforms-black pants and white shirts.  It could
have been any of them.  There were also a few men in white shirts, too.
None of the people in white shirts paid any attention to me.  Except for
Rick, none of them knew I was there at all.
       ***
       The musical wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  We didn't get
back to the hotel until after midnight.  "Straight to bed!" the director
told us. "We have an early day tomorrow."
       "That means you, too, Scott," my mom said. "Your brother and his
friends need to sleep.  If I hear that you're bothering them, you'll be
finishing the night with me and Mrs. Holcomb in our room."
       The high schoolers all Ooooohed and laughed and I blushed and wished
all kinds of evil on my mom.  I followed Rick to our room.
       "Hey, there's only two beds!" I said.  I'd assumed that we'd all
have our own bed, but the room had two queen sized beds in it.
       "No shit, dumbass.  We sleep two to a bed, and you are NOT sleeping
with me," Rick informed me.
       I stared at the other three guys, a senior named Brian and two other
juniors, Ben and Zachary.  I met them for the first time six hours ago.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" I said in a panic.
       Brian smiled and said, "No worries, Little Man, you can share the
bed with me.  I'd rather have the extra room than bunk with one of those
fat asses."
       "Bite me," Zachary said, stripping down to his shorts.  He got into
bed.  Mom had packed my pajamas but if they were sleeping in their
underwear, I wasn't wearing any damn PJs.
       Rick peeled off his shirt and threw it at Brian.  "You're welcome to
the little pain in the ass," he said.  He took off his jeans and got on the
bed next to Zachary.  Brian was also down to his undies.  Zachary and Rick
both wore normal boxers, but Brian had on blue bikini underwear.
       "Get the light, will you Scotty?  I mean Scott," he grinned.  He got
under the covers of the second bed.  I was the only one still dressed.  I
turned off the light before stripping down to my briefs.
       I got into bed next to Brian.  He smelled like sweat and body spray.
"Night, Little Man," he mumbled, his eyes closed.  I thanked him for
letting me sleep with him instead of making me sleep on the floor and told
him goodnight.
       It's true that New York is the city that never sleeps.  Street
noises and lights from the city came in through the window.  None of us
have closed the light filtering curtain.  I was too nervous to sleep.  Part
of it was being in New York.  Part of it was sharing a room with three high
school guys.  Part of it was sharing a BED with a high school senior.
       In his underwear.
       His BIKINI underwear.  I was such a little kid compared to him.  He
had hair in his armpits and a line of hair going down his belly button into
those blue briefs.  I didn't even have any pubes.  The only hair on my body
was the sandy colored hair on my head.
       The main reason I couldn't sleep though, was I kept thinking about
what happened to me in the elevator.  My dick had got hard six of seven
times since then from thinking about it.  It was hard NOW from thinking
about it.  I looked over at the bed that Rick and Zachary were sharing.
Rick was making the whistling noise through his nose that he did when he
slept, and Zachary was snoring a little.
       I looked at Brian.  He looked asleep too, but I waited a while, just
in case.  When the clock on the nightstand told me half an hour had passed
my dick was still hard.  Brian was still sleeping.  The nose whistling and
snoring still came from the other bed.  I took a chance and reached for my
boner.
       I tried to recreate the rubbing that White Shirt's butt did to me.
First a little side to side and then a little up and down.  It felt good,
but not as good as what White Shirt had done.  I don't know what I was
doing wrong.  I tried varying the pressure, first lighter then harder.
       "Trying to get that elevator feeing again?" Brian whispered.
       I jerked my hand up to my chest.  I'd been caught playing with my
boner!  He was going to tell Rick and Zachary!  My life was over!
       Wait a minute.  "That was you?" I whispered back.  In the light from
the window I saw him wink at me.
       "Felt good, didn't it, Little Man?"  I nodded, suddenly too shy to
speak. "Was that your first time?  I nodded again.  "Sweet.  The rest of
your life you'll remember that I gave you your first cum."
	"Is that what it was?  I thought sperm was supposed to come out."
	He smiled at me.  "It will, Little Man.  In time.  Maybe I'll be
the first to make you jizz, too."  I hadn't consciously started rubbing the
outside of my briefs again and hadn't realized that's what I was doing
until Brian put his hand on mine and said, "You're doing it wrong, Scotty.
Want me to show you?"
	"Yes!" I said, louder than a whisper.
	"Shhh!" he said, glancing over at the other bed.  Satisfied that I
hadn't roused the other guys he rolled over and got on his knees next to
me.  He reached for my briefs.  "Lift your ass up," he said.
	I did what he said.  I'd have done anything he said.  He slid my
briefs off.  I automatically covered my boner and balls with my hands.
"Aww, don't do that, Little Man," he pouted, pulling my hands away.
	"I look like a baby," I said, not able to meet his eyes.  "I don't
even have hair."
	"You're perfect," he assured me. He let go of my hands and grabbed
my hard dick, no bigger than his pinky, between his thumb and pointer
finger. I still have a little fold of skin on my dick even though I'm
circumcised.  He pulled that fold back and forth over the ridge of the head
of my dick, making me whimper.  "You like that, Little Man?"
	"Oh god, yes," I hissed.  Please keep doing it."
	He kept rubbing my dick bringing me almost to that elevator
feeling, but then stopping, as if he knew was nearly there.  "Pleeeeeeeze!"
I begged.
	"You'll get there, Scotty, I promise. I just want it to be extra
special when you do."
	I noticed a thick tube under his blue bikini briefs.  "Can I see
yours?" I asked him.
	"Uh huh," he said, and as much as my dick ached for his fingers to
return, I grunted in anticipation as he grabbed the waistband of his briefs
and pulled them down.  The world's largest dick was freed, pointing at me.
It had to be seven or eight inches long.  It was three times as thick as
mine, at least.
	"Holy crap!" I said.  A triangle of brown pubes topped his massive
dick.  They petered out, giving way to that trail of hairs that led to his
belly button.  My balls were just two little marbles that still hugged my
body.  His were two eggs in a low hanging sack.  I started to reach for it,
but then pulled back.
	"Go ahead.  Touch it." He said, giving me the permission I craved.
I cupped his balls, rolling them in my fingers.  They were heavier than I'd
expected.  "Mmmm, that's nice, Little Man."  I released them and put my
hand to my nose, taking in the scent second hand.  My dick got harder,
which I didn't think was possible.  His aroma made me dizzy, hungry for
more.
	I tried to wrap my hand around his dick, but my fingers didn't meet
my thumb.  A long string of goo hung from his piss slit.  "Is that your
sperm?" I asked.  He told me what precum was and used his finger to scoop
it off the mushroom shaped head of his dick.  Then he offered the finger to
me.
	"Taste it.  Go on."  I let him insert his finger into my mouth and
licked the precum off it.  I was afraid it would taste acrid, like piss,
but it was sweet.  I couldn't help it.  Between the smell of his musk and
the taste of his precum I sat up and grabbed his dick again.  But this time
I leaned over and when more precum escaped his slit I licked it up right
off his cockhead.  "Damn, Scotty!"
	He didn't sound like I'd hurt him, so I kept licking.  Then I went
to his balls and took a deep breath.  The heady smell was nearly enough to
give me the elevator feeling again.  I lapped at his nuts.  While I did
that, he grabbed his dick and started stroking it.  "Keep doing that,
Scotty.  Tug 'em too.  Pull my balls, baby."
	He twisted around until his face was even with my twitching boner.
I was filled with shame and embarrassment again.  "You don't have to lick
my balls.  There's hardly nothing there to lick."  I wasn't lying.  Usually
they hugged my body but for some reason, now they were drawn up even
tighter than usual, until they were barely there at all.  More of a bump
between my legs than a real ball sack.
	"I told you before, you're beautiful," he insisted.  "But I'm not
gonna lick your balls.  I'm gonna suck your dick."  What?  People did that?
I'd heard the word "cocksucker" but that was just an insult, right?  Not
something people really do OH MY GOD IT'S SOMETHING PEOPLE REALLY DO!!!  I
had to bite my lip again, to keep from crying out.  He spit out my dick
long enough tell me to keep licking his nuts.
	"Sorry," I said, and went back to the ambrosia that was Brian's
nutsack. Meanwhile he sucked my three-inch boner back into his mouth.  He
ran his tongue over the head, sucking harder, than softer, but never taking
it out of his mouth.  "Oh!" I gasped.  "It's doing it!"  My dick flexed,
the head swelling up like it had in the elevator as Brian applied constant
suction, trying to get the sperm that my balls couldn't produce.
	And just like earlier today my dick was suddenly so sensitive it
hurt.  I tried to pull away, but he kept me in his mouth causing a
combination of pleasure and pain.  "Ok Little Man, you wanted to see
cum-get ready."  I stopped licking his balls so I could watch his dick, but
I kept tugging them.  With a grunt he aimed his dick at my chest and a
white rope of goo shot out and landed on my left tit.  It was followed by
five more blasts, and then a final dribble than hung from his dick like the
precum had.
	"That's amazing!  I can't wait till I can do that!"  I said.  In
answer he scooped up the bit of sperm hanging from his dick and held it out
to me, as he had the precum before.  I sniffed it.  It was much stronger
smelling than the precum had been.  Even better. I sucked his cum covered
finger into my mouth, licking it clean. Before the competition was over, I
would be taking it directly from the source.
	Sadly, Brian wasn't the first one who made me jizz.  But that's
another story.