I couldn't help but gawk at this good-looking man as he limped into the elevator. We briefly acknowledged each other, then he glanced at his wristwatch and sighed. There's something oddly familiar about him, could be the scent of his cologne or the way that he just tucked his brown, shoulder-length hair behind his pierced ear. With a deep olive skin tone and amber eyes, he stood strikingly at 6'9. The burgundy jeans and light blue shirt that he wore, clung to his muscular body begging to be touched.
His hair was elegantly trimmed and it appeared that he had recently skimmed his fingers through it. I'd love to grab a fistful and yank him closer to my lips. Just the notion of his hot body rubbing against mine was enough to make my cock tighten and throb.
"Fuck," I uttered under my breath. We hadn't spoken a word to each other and I already craved the heat of his ass around my cock. Gulping the groan that cried out for escape, I slightly turned away to compose myself.
I've been living in this apartment complex for roughly ten months and I would have remembered seeing him around! Moreover, when I left for my shift at the hospital, I usually returned around eleven PM. During that time he may have moved in, or he could be visiting a friend or family member here. The scent of his cologne though! It was so damn intoxicating. Oceanic, with a hint of pine. Mmm.
Suddenly, the lights flickered. Then, the elevator lunged and came to a creaking halt. "Shit!" I exclaimed, gripping the bars for balance.
"Oh fuck, my knee!" my elevator partner cried out in anguish.
"Are you okay, man?" I asked him, whilst pressing the side key on my phone, "shit, the battery is dead."
Our minor inconvenience was followed by the lights flickering again, then absolute darkness.
Concerned about his outcry, I tucked the device into my pocket, and felt my way to him to render my assistance, just as the lights came on and he stood. His wincing brought my attention to the knee that he was briskly rubbing, "Hey, are you hurt?"
"It's nothing, just an old injury," he mumbled and continued to rub the spot.
Observing his distress I asked, "Can I take a look at the injury?"
"Thanks, but I'm okay. It's not hurting as much as it was this morning," he confirmed tightly.
"That's because of the adrenaline rush. If you don't mind, I'd like to examine the area just to be sure," I responded pleasantly.
"That won't be necessary, I'm on my way to visit my orthopedist," he explained then took out his phone.
"That's awesome but as you can see, we won't be going anywhere for a while, this elevator is stuck."
Limping to the door, he attempted to pull the metal apart, without success, then admitted in frustration, "You're right. Fuck! Why does this shit always happen to me?"
"I can't answer that question for you. However, I will admit, that you are very adamant man."
"Yes, so I've been told." He dismissed me and continued to massage his knee.
"Do you have a phone on you?" I asked him.
"Sorry, I forgot it in my apartment," he admitted with a frown.
Minutes went by with him continuing to rub his injury. "Why won't you allow me to help you?"
"Why would I? You could do more harm than good to my knee! Are you an orthopedic specialist?" he demanded.
"Yes, I am," I confirmed smugly to him.
He twisted to me, slightly irritated, and replied, "Why are you so damn insistent on helping me?"
"Why wouldn't I? Let me help you!" Damn! he was stubborn.
"You can't, at the moment!" he mumbled almost inaudible.
Perplexed by his remark, I said, "Of course, I can. I'll make it as painless as possible. Remove your pants and sit on the floor."
Glancing at the elevator doors he responded awkwardly, "I can't do that."
"Why not?" Now he has piqued my curiosity. He was hiding something.
"I can't remove my pants because I'm not wearing any fucking briefs today," he exclaimed as his cheeks became tomato red.
"Ohh," I clearly understood his plight.
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My outburst didn't faze him at all. Leaning against the wall he folded his arms, crossed his feet, and stared at me.
"Do you make a habit of leaving the house with missing items of clothing?" he queried with genuine curiosity.
Mischievously I announced, "Yes, on most days I do."
Tilting his head suspiciously, he asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Nonchalantly, I confessed, "I'm a hermaphrodite, and occasionally, I go commando."
His sculptured lips slightly parted in amazement. They were so desirable and inviting. I wonder what they would look like wrapped around my aching cock? Briefly, I glanced at his crotch, then at him, waiting on his response.
I saw the curiosity in his eyes as he remarked, "I've never met a hermaphrodite before."
"There's always a first time for everything, man."
"Yes, that is true. However, didn't your mother ever tell you to always leave home fully dressed and in good clothing?"
In awe at his response, I inquired, "I just admitted to being a hermaphrodite and you decided to scold me about my lack of clothing? Aren't you disgusted?"
"Should I be?" he asked with a frown.
If you only knew what I was thinking, you would be! "Most people are!" I mumbled, trying to remain indifferent to his reply.
"Well, I'm not most people. Nonetheless, it seems as if you need a spanking for your actions," he disclosed with a smirk.
