Kevin Hart eased himself from the handle bar inside the elevator and prepared to exit. Slowly the lift came to a stop. Then a few seconds later the doors slid open. Kevin pushed himself from the wall to leave. Then he saw him. A young man stood in the elevator lobby busy with his phone. He had a beautifully trimmed beard and a nice haircut. He seemed to have quite a pack of muscles below his shirt. Kevin got an instant hard on. He always did when he saw something he liked. He changed his mind and decided to stay in the box. He wanted to get a few moments together with this guy. But his prospect seemed to have all the time in the world. He was just there leaning dangerously against the frosted glass facade that prevents you from falling into the wide vent in the floor from the fourth floor right down to the second floor. And time passes fast. The lift only waits a few seconds. So the doors started closing. Kevin almost burst out of the box in a spur of the moment, but finally his guy raised his eyes from his phone and rushed for the door. They collided. And what a great collision. The touch of their skins made Kevin want more. So he clung onto his guy pretending to look for support. His guy took it lightly. He put his arm around him to comfort him. Kevin's breath was lost from him. They moved away from the door as it closed up, his few inches of projection rubbing against him. They were hugging in the corner. Then his guy took his chin by his free hand and raised his face to kiss his mouth. Kevin's feet wobbled, and he felt blood rush up through his veins. He pressed his mouth into his and tried to catch a scent. For a split second he forgot himself and thought they had fused into one. They only had a few moments before the doors opened up on the ground floor and they had to break apart urgently, gasping for air, but it left a lasting impression. Forty years later he would look back to that particular incident and realize how it had changed the entire trajectory of his life. Occasionally when he was nostalgic he would pull up the scene from his permanent memories and relive the time he had with Harry. He would say a prayer for his departed soul and then he would be pacified.