GAY EROTIC STORY
"Elevator Ride"

Hairy – that’s how I pick men. Hairy, muscular, and over 35, thank you. Beards and moustaches are fine, but what really turns me on is a hairy daddy with a big, hairy chest. Furry abs and legs are icing on the cake. And if that man is hungry for a smooth body and a hefty cock, there’s almost nothing I won’t do to give him (and me) maximum pleasure. He can stand, sit, or lie back and let me lick every inch of his body, if he wants. Or he can get really active Either way is great. But I take my time with a hot, hairy daddy. Rush that? No way. I like turning him on so much that he’s begging for it. Then I torment him some more. Take last Friday evening ...

After a week of sweltering days and too much work, I was definitely ready for some prime meat with a hairy body – and I was more than ready to go on the hunt. The other staff had left hours ago, so I flipped off the lights, locked the door, and headed for the elevator. After pushing the ‘down’ button, I waited, and waited.

Finally the bell sounded, the doors opened, and I was about to step in, except there was a guy inside, in a mechanic’s coveralls. “Come on in,” he said cheerfully. “I’m just checking this elevator. There was trouble earlier. Just about got it fixed, except for the air-conditioning. I’ll have that fixed in a moment.”

He’d been sideways to me, working at the panel, but when I entered, he turned to face me. I couldn’t believe it. He was a wet dream – big and burly, six foot three, 230 pounds, with thick hairy wrists. His coveralls were open to his waist, and sweat was running down his hairy chest.

“I won’t be long – but the other elevator works if you’re in a hurry,” he said as he turned back to the panel.

“Take all the time you want,” I replied. “The scenery here is excellent. I was looking at the fabric hugging his butt. I was fairly sure there was nothing separating them, and then I realized he was looking at me.

“You should loosen your shirt,” he invited.

“Good idea,” I said. “In this weather, the fewer the clothes the better.”

“The air-conditioning should kick in. I’ve just one circuit left to check,” he said, looking right at me.

My gadar had already in top gear, so I thought I’d up the ante. “I’ll bet you’ve got more than one circuit.” I paused then added, “By the way, my name’s Steve.” And I undid my shirt buttons and opened it wide.

He closed the panel, turned to face me. “Well, that’s one problem fixed,” he grinned as he spread his legs, undid another button on his coveralls, and leaned back against the elevator’s handrail. “Name’s Larry,” he said.

Except for the doors, the space was covered with mirrors – ideal for a sling room, which was the only thing missing. Larry was hot. Sweaty? Yes. Hunky and hot? Definitely. And the bulge extending down the inside of his thigh told me that his wrists and chest weren’t his only big features. Looking at this hairy daddy's body and its multiple reflections kept making me hornier. “Slowly,” I told myself. “Don’t rush.”

Above the V that rose from the feast of hair that covered his navel, Larry’s muscled and hairy abs were topped by a massive chest, where flesh and fur were about equal. Although his nipples were hidden by the front edges of his outfit, I could see where they pressed against the cloth. They were obviously big, like the rest of him.

“When I saw your tit rings and that shoulder strap coming out of your pants,” Larry said, “I figured I was in luck. I don’t wear them, but guys who do usually know what to do with mine.”

“I was just trying to imagine yours, but don’t show me yet,” I said.

“I’ve got a couple of cold beers in my van, if you’re thirsty,” Larry invited.

“Sounds good,” I replied. “What say we get them and bring them back to the elevator. I’m sure you know how to make this a private space.”

“Just what I’m trained for,” he said, and he pressed the parking-level button.

As we descended, I moved toward him, placed my hands near the collar of his coveralls, and slowly opened the space. The feeling of his chest hair against my fingers was electric. Brushing my palms over that fur was a major turn-on, and as they moved up and down over that pelt, I used the edges of my thumbs to try and push his uniform back further. But the fabric was tight against those oversized pec muscles.

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