In the solitude of the elevator, I struggled to get my cock back inside my pants. It was a struggle, but eventually it had reluctantly shrank back
to size manageable enough to pull my fly shut. And even though it hurt, I fastened my belt one loop to small to keep it inside.
The elevator continued to rise. I paced the small space as I figured out what I was going to say to Runt. I wasn't any the wiser when the doors
pinged open and I was rushing towards my front door.
I wanted to burst into the apartment dramatically, but I forgot the door locked automatically. Once I'd got my key out, I stormed in as best I
could. Runt was lounging naked on the sofa.
"You bastard!" I yelled.
"What's the matter?" he shrugged, but he was grinning.
"Change it back, now!"
He said nothing for a moment, just smiled his cheshire cat smile. Then he said, "Have you met Raoul?"
I looked. Sat on a stool next to me was a tall, Italian man. He was deeply tanned, very muscled, and wore no shirt beneath his dungarees.
"He's the plumber," Runt told me, "Your faucet was leakin'"
My belt snapped and the buckle flew across the room. The button of my jeans followed it, and my cock forced its way out of the zip. The force
took me by surprise and I fell over, out of my jeans. I landed hard, on my ass. But I was looking down at my cock. It was easily two feet long
and so thick it took both my hands to fit around it. My balls had also inflated to the size of soccer balls.
The next thing I knew, Raoul was tearing my shirt off of me and unhooking his dungarees.
"No way, man," he said in a thick accent, "No way."
He tried to fit my cock in his mouth, but simply couldn't. It didn't stop him trying and it didn't stop waves of pleasure shivering across my
body. I clutched the carpet for fear I would fall off of it.
"Such a dark horse," Runt sniggered, "I had no idea."
Raoul was pressing himself against my cock and furiously jerking off his. Runt knelt by my head and guided his own boner into my mouth. I
couldn't help but suck it. Amidst the pleasure, my mind was still clear enough to realise what was going on. And there was nothing I could do.