By: bigjoii
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The Librarian
It was hot and humid the summer between my junior and senior year in college when I took an extra credit, independent study class to make up for credit I lost when I transferred. I didn't attend a traditional class. Instead, my professor and I agreed on a topic that I would write a paper about and we met every two weeks for lunch and to discuss my progress and debate assumptions and approaches.
My "classroom" was a long library table on the bottom floor of the university's library. I would go there a couple of times a week to escape the heat and because it was quiet and deserted, particularly in the summer. I had staked out the table as my working place. I would leave my research materials stacked up in a neat pile when I left. Although the librarians typically put the books away that were left behind, they honored the note I had left my first week asking them to please leave mine on the table.
As mentioned in my story "White and Tan" (which you can read on this website), there was one librarian who caught my eye that summer. He had long, thick, straight brown hair that he wore down on his shoulders. He was thin like me and wore "Harry Potter" glasses years before they were popularized by the movie. I saw him regularly but didn't pick up any signals from him until one day when I was leaving the library with a guy I met in the bathroom (again, see "White and Tan"). Walking out of the library that day the librarian gave me a smile and an almost imperceptible wink.
A few days later, my paper finished and submitted, I returned to the library to clean up my table. Sitting on top of the research books I was using was a multi-colored sucker. There was a yellow sticky note attached to the wrapper, it read: "Something sweet to suck on." I knew immediately who it was from. I just knew.
As I was stacking my books in the rolling return bin my cute librarian appeared from around the corner.
"Finished with your work?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, "the paper's in and now I get to see what my professor thinks. Thanks for letting me leave these books out every day."
"No problem," he said. "It's not like these tables are in high demand in the summer."
We talked for a little bit. He asked me about my paper and I told him about it. I followed him around the stacks as he returned my books to the shelves, handing them to him as we went along. It was about ten to five on a Friday night and the library closed at 5. We walked upstairs and I noted that the place was empty.
He smiled and said, "We're all alone in here. I've locked the place up for the night. I just need to walk through the library and make sure there are no stragglers and then I can leave." When he smiled two dimples popped out at each corner of his mouth.
"Want company as you walk around," I asked. He nodded yes and we began our inspection, which really meant checking the third and main floors, since he'd already checked the basement.
As we were walking I took the sucker out of my back pocket. "By any chance," I asked, "did you leave this for me?" He said that he had, smiled and added: "I thought you'd be here for a few more days and would like to have something to suck on while you work."
"Thank you," I said. "It's very thoughtful, but truthfully it's a bit sweeter than what I like to suck on."
He again smiled at that and we continued to make our rounds, checking cubicles, study carrels, offices and the long aisles of books. When we finished on the main floor, about a half hour later, he thanked me for walking with him. Aside from my lame joke about the sucker, we'd not said anything during our walk that was suggestive of sex, not even remotely. I was beginning to have my doubts...
Standing in the now darkened lobby of the library I got up my nerve and asked him whether he had plans for the night. "No immediate plans," he replied, "I was just going to go home, make some dinner, and read a book."
I could feel the tension in the air. This was the moment and we both either seized on it or let it get away. Before I could respond, he smiled, reached out and put his hands on my shoulders. He drew me close to him. It was only about 5:30 and it was still light outside, but with all of the lights except the emergency lights off in the library it was a grey-dark inside. He drew me closer and his lips found mine, opening on contact. His tongue slid into my open mouth and licked my tongue, and then my tongue slid past his and found the inside of his mouth. My hands reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. He grabbed my t-shirt from the bottom and, leaning out from our kiss, quickly dragged my t-shirt over my head. I used the moment to slip his shirt off his shoulders.
He smiled again and said something about this being more interesting than his book. I looked him up and down once again. His dark hair was parted in the middle and fell to his shoulders. He tucked it behind each ear and was constantly pushing one side back or the other. Thinking back, I'd say his face reminds me know of Tim Lyncecum, the two-time Cy Young winner who used to pitch for the Giants. Same deep dimples and a slightly narrow face set off by a puffy pair of lips. His eyes were soulful.
We realized that we were standing in the reception area in front of the windows and doors and anyone peering in might get a pretty good show. "My place is just 3 minutes away," I told him. He smiled and said, "maybe, but I know a place we can go that is much closer and probably cooler." Bending down to pick up his shirt and mine, he took me by the hand; I followed him back down the stairs to the library's basement. At the foot of the stairs was a door to a room that I'd never seen open. It had no sign on it and I doubt anyone ever gave it any thought. He produced a key, unlocked the door and we stepped in.
We were in a large storage area that included shelving, chairs, books and tables. The room was about 20 feet wide and about 35 feet deep. At the far end of the room a rug had been thrown on the floor. On top of the rug and facing each other were two leather couches that looked the same as the ones upstairs in the reading room but slightly more beat up.
"What is this place," I asked.
"Storage," he replied. "As far as I can tell no one comes in here. I set the couches up that way earlier in the summer just as a joke."
We walked the length of the room and sat down on one of the couches, the leather cool against our bare backs. I put my arm across his shoulder and drew him closer to me. I kissed his cheeks, his chin and when he smiled, I kissed the dimples on each side of his mouth.
I then licked a line down from his jawline to his left nipple. It was a nice and puffy and looked more like a little girl's nipple than a boy's. I took the pink mound in my mouth and gently sucked on it. My right hand found his other nipple and I began to play with it.
He leaned back on the couch giving me greater access to his chest. While I continued to suck on his tit my right hand moved down to his waistline and found his belt buckle. Without stopping, I unfastened his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans and slipped the zipper down. He raised up off the couch and shoved his pants and underwear down below his knees.
I let go of his nipple and kissed my way down to his belly button and then moved down along his pleasure trail. It was thick and led down to a very big, very dark mound of pubic hair that stretched almost from leg to leg. I buried my nose in his pubes and breathed in. Sweat and sex combined to give me an instant high.
I pulled back and looked at his erect cock and could not believe my eyes. He had a raging hard-on. His cut dick was easily 8 inches long and perfect. But what was amazing was that it looked like it was almost as fat as a coke can. Pre-cum was steaming from the eye of his cock. I leaned in and licked it off with my tongue. It tasted sweet, just the way I like it. "Better than a sucker," I murmured. He sighed.
My right hand came up and cupped his balls as my tongue found its way back up to his nipple. While sucking on his nipple my right hand started to slowly stroke his cock, from the base at the bottom near his balls to his head. My hand could barely get around its girth. It was soft and solid at the same time. His skin was tight on his cut cock and barely moved as I stroked him up and down. My tongue licked and nibbled on his tit while my hand pumped up and down, making long strokes. At the top I palmed the eye and lubricated my hand with his pre-cum, stroking back down with my palm bathed in his jiz.
I kept this up for a few minutes. He reached down and grabbed my hand and asked me to stop. I did. We both wanted this to last.
But I didn't stop for long. I got between his legs. His massive cock was inches away from my mouth. I licked it from its bottom to its tip, cupping his balls. I ran my fingers through his bush, all the while licking his cock up and down. He moaned. I grabbed him just below the knees and rolled him back on the couch. His pink hole was exposed. I leaned in and started to lick it and suck on it, thrusting my tongue deep inside. I licked him up his crack and sucked on his balls and then went down and licked his hole again.
Groaning, he pitched forward and rolled me over on my back. He untied the strings to my shorts and pulled them down and threw them to the side. He stood for a second and stepped out of his pants and underwear. Then he got back down on his knees. I usually go commando and that day was no exception. My 6" cut cock flopped hard and straight up against my lower stomach. He sank to his knees and lifted me just enough to get his tongue under my balls. Soon he had my balls in his mouth and he was stroking me. His tongue left my sac and made its way to my cock. He grabbed me by the hips and stood me up off the couch, so that my cock was sticking straight at his face. He lowered his mouth on the top and started to move his head up and down on my six inch shaft. After a few push-pulls he buried my cock down his throat and kept his nose stuck in my curly black pubes. He didn't move but I could feel his throat constricting around my cock. It was wonderful. He did this for a few seconds while his hands found my balls and my ass and started to work on both.
He pulled back and I plopped out of his mouth. He took my right hand and placed it on my cock. I got the message and started to stroke. While I did, he leaned in and licked and kissed me on my hips and upper thighs, leaning in to lick around my balls and pubis. All the while his left hand continued to play with my balls. I was rock hard and felt like I was ready to burst.
He must have sensed that because he reached up and stopped my hand.
My librarian abruptly got down on the carpeted floor, on all fours. I got down behind him and placed my two hands on each of his cheeks. I lightly massaged them, spreading them apart as I rubbed them. His little hole was perfect and delicious. Naturally sparse hair and pink and puckered. All looked good and so I went in again and tongued his crack and under to his taint and then back up again. Repeatedly.
I had him pretty well slathered up but then he stopped me. He leaned forward under the couch and produced a bottle of Rush and some lube. He looked back, smiled at me, and said, "I'm not telling you how long I've had them hidden under there or how many times I tried to get up the nerve to ask you if you wanted to see my secret hiding place."
I just nodded. Speechless. And went back to work. I heard him inhale deeply and then pass both the bottle and tube of lube back to me. I inhaled deeply and then spread the lube in and outside of his hole and all over my dick. Taking another hit, I passed the bottle up to him.
I pressed my cock head up against his hole. He was tight. I pushed and slid in, we both gasped at the same time—me because of how tight his hole was around the tip of my cock; him, for obvious reasons. I slowly moved in, holding on his hips for support. Slowly my cock made its way into his canal. When I was buried deep enough for my pubes to be touching his ass cheeks, I paused. We both enjoyed the moment. I reached forward and took his monster cock by the hand and started to jerk him off, my cock still just resting within his cunt.
He backed into me, urging me to get to work. I withdrew almost to the tip and plunged in again. I then began to fuck him with long, languid strides, in and out of his beautiful tunnel. The walls of his canal flexed and gripped me as I went in and out. We both paused, passing the bottle to huff again. My cock was moving in and out and my mind was just a blur—connected directly to my cock and nowhere else.
He reached under himself and grabbed my balls and drew me deeper into him. That's all it took for me. I slammed into him up to my balls and then started to convulse deeply within him. Over and over again. I could feel ropes of cum splashing deep into his love canal. I collapsed on his back and felt myself slowly deflate and finally pop out of his sweet cunt, my creamy jiz oozing out and down his crevice.
I rolled off him and lay on my side, staring at the beautiful monster cock. I was spent and exhausted but I was fixated on this perfect dick just inches away from my face. I reached over and lightly traced my fingers through his dark bush, brushing through his hair like a rake in a thick grass. I leaned over and licked the rock hard shaft, starting at the top and making my way down to his engorged balls. He groaned and sat up, my head buried in his lap. I heard him deeply inhale and then rise up on his knees.
He passed the little brown bottle down to me. I had moved so that I now lay outstretched, prone on the floor, holding myself up on both elbows. I took a deep huff, capped the bottle and rolled forward. His cock filled my mouth. Stretching my closed lips tightly around its thick shaft, I used my tongue to lick the underside of his cock as a I slowly took him deeper down my throat. When I had about 6" in I gagged and paused for a minute. Getting past the gag reflex, I pushed him further. He groaned and moaned "take it, take it deep." I did. Soon I could feel his cock down my throat and my nose was nestled in his black pubes. I slowly pulled up and then licked him again, from the base to the bottom or his helmet, and down again.
My hand grasped his balls and were mashing them together. I was licking and sucking, taking him deep and then withdrawing to the tip. I stopped at the tip and licked around the cap. I did this repeatedly until he groaned and pushed his cock in my mouth. As he slid down my throat his balls tensed and his cock began to pulse, shooting what felt like gallons of sweet cream to the back of my throat. I swallowed and he kept coming. After what seemed like forever his jiz slowed down, but I kept my mouth firmly around his cock. He started to get soft and I pulled off his cock. He was still on his knees and his now flaccid cock fell straight down, still probably close to 7" long but just not as hard.
I looked up and he smiled at me. I pulled him down to the floor and kissed him, letting him taste the cum residue. We collapsed on the floor and rested.