Librarian

The eyes on me were almost tactile. I turned to catch the person looking at me from across the room. His averted his gaze as we made eye contact, but those green eyes of his immediately returned, almost out of instinct. His ginger skin seemed to blush as he was ‘caught’. But I didn’t mind. I was flattered. As a newly crowned ‘daddy’, I have to admit I’ve been self-conscious; I don’t have my twenty-two year old body any longer. But it seems, what I do have, many are into, including this stunning specimen.

I smile. His eyes widen, look away, then back again. He smiles. I’m guessing he’s late twenties and slightly taller than my five foot ten frame. His intentional ‘messy’ dark red hair suits him, as does his red unkept, short stubble on his face. I watch him as he works, noticing his intensely wide shoulders and V shaped mid-section. He tries to ignore my now constant stare. He furrows his brow, concentrating on his work intently. It’s readily apparent it’s ingenuine – trying to dissuade me from staring. He feigns disinterest. But I’m older than him – more experienced. Like any prey, if the predator waits, the prey will falter. My steadfastness reaps dividends as he looks back, my smile unwavering. He seems to sigh, relenting in his false pursuit of indifference. The prey has been cornered. Now the predator makes his move.

Moving over to his side of the largely empty room, I peruse a stack of paperbacks, nonchalantly. In an unprecedented move – one prey doesn’t normally make – he moves towards me. He’s either braver than I’m accustomed, or highly inexperienced. Perhaps, he’s not as into the dance, as am I? There is but one way to find out. With disregard to the sanctuary offered within this tranquil library I look his way, arching my left brow and smiling, say “Hi”. It seems simple enough of a greeting, but it seems to discombobulate him. He drops his books. Being the gentleman I am, I reach down and assist with the cleanup.

“Let me help you” I offered.

“Thank you” he replied, his voice svelte in its tone – calming almost. Which seems to stand in juxtaposition to his anxious demeanor.

“My pleasure. I’m Bryan” I offer, as I present his dropped books.

“Hi. I’m Zack.” Zack. Never in my life have I met a Zack (or Zac or Zach) that is unattractive. Seems my streak remains intact.

 “Nice to meet you, Zack. Do you work here?” I asked.

“Yeah. I do” he replied as he reaches above his head to place a book. This (inadvertent?) gaffe allows his shirt to rise up, exposing his flat stomach. I take in the sensuous sight of a flat, hard stomach showing off his ‘outtie’ navel, encircled by a swirl of brown hairy. His inability to place the book correctly allows me to scrutinize his prize, searing it into my mental image. I stand, well aware of my increased surface area in the front of my shorts.

“Then maybe you can help me. I’m looking for a good read. I’m looking for a good historical piece on the Mayans.”

“Oh. OK. That would be in our historical section.”

“And were would I find that section?” I asked, knowing exactly where it was located, in the corner of the room, adjacent to the restrooms. I’m not new to this dance. I know what transpires in the library restrooms– having been a guilty party on at least two different occasions. At least until the campus authorities wise-up to the goings on. Then we will need to find another location in which to practice our craft. But, in the meantime…..

“Follow me, Brian” he replies with a new sense of self confidence. As if he knows what happens in this back corner, near the restrooms. I follow behind him, close enough to monitor his ass, but not so close as to crowd his space – there’d be plenty of time for that in a couple of minutes.

“This is the section” he says as we reach our destination.

“Thank you very much” I say, my eyes locked on him. As he turns, he tries to casually look me up and down. I notice his attempt and immediately focus my attention on the shelf, allowing him the time he needs to admire what I have to offer.

“Anything else I can help you with?” he asks his voice cracking in an almost pre-pubescent manner. Instantly and quietly, he clears his throat.

“And, are the restroom close?” was my question.

“Yes. Right over there” he says, pointing. “You can follow me. I was going to take a piss anyway” he says, his confidence seemingly overabundant now based on the choice of words he used.

“Sure” was my only reply.

I followed him into the restrooms. Thankfully, Tuesday afternoons the library is almost totally vacant of people and associates. Today was no different, as was evident by the darkened restroom lights coming on with the opening of the door. Fluorescent lights flickered as one would see in a horror movie. Within seconds the restroom was flooded with crude, artificial light. Zack moved to the center urinal. A wise move the belied his earlier inexperience. I wondered if he’s more experienced than he led on, prior. The middle urinal meant which ever other one I choose; it would be the one right next to him. This isn’t something straight men do. A straight man would go to the first or third urinal, allowing for a ‘safe space’ to be between them and the stranger. Zack impressed me. Maybe he’s done this before?

Sauntering to the last urinal, my periphery finds Zack’s eyes clearly following me to my destination. An amateur move for sure. Or maybe he’s sure of himself? This young man is perplexing, I told myself. Either way, he’s interested in me and what I have to offer. And what I have to offer is more than enough to satisfy even the strictest sexually diverse man.

Once unzipped, I reach in to pull out the necessary equipment, noticing Zack hasn’t yet started relieving himself. I sigh as my half blown member taste the cool yet humid air of the restroom. Zack’s eyes widen as he produces a slight smile. My bulbous glans hangs proudly on display. I muster up stream of my own and force it down, up and out of my one eyed monster. The roar it makes as it hits the plastic filter in the bottom of the urinal echoes through the large room. Noticing movement off to my left, I turn my head. Zack is actively shaking his own one eyed monster. Why he was so shy and nervous earlier is beyond me. His face and body showed that there was only one reason for him to be shy. And now that I see that potential ‘one reason’, I can assure you and him, he had zero reasons to be shy!

With each shake, his cock seems to grow a half an inch. I was impressed with not only the length but also the quickness in which it grew hard and full. Looking up from his member, I say another smile. This time, not a bashful smile, but an almost calculating smile – one of extreme assuredness. I started to wonder which of us was the real predator! Regardless of who was playing what role, I knew what had to be done.

I reached over, grasping his blossomed man stick. Its hardness was contrasted by his smooth silky skin under which pumped vast amounts of blood, engorging it to its fullest. I squeezed and pushed down to the base, it getting thicker as I went, until I met his wiry, red bush. Initially I was surprised by the hairiness, seeing his stomach was relatively smooth. Curiosity got the best of me and, with my now free right hand, I turned and ran my hand up his shirt. North of the navel was smooth skin covering a hard, tight mid-section. Pushing higher I discovered hard, defined pecs and a mound of more hair, softer here than below. My mind raced wondering its color as his shirt wasn’t yet up far enough for a visual. I pushed to his left and found ultra-sensitive nipples, based by his twitching reaction as it was grazed. The right nipple was surrounded by a circle of hair. Not being one to assume, I moved to the other nipple to inspect it for symmetry. I was glad to find it just as happy and sensitive as it’s brother.

At this point, my own dick, which I had forgotten in the drama of his most excellent body, was now full mast and begging for attention. Fortunately, Zack was attentive, having wrapped his hot, large hands around my cock. My attention was brought back to my own body as his heavy thumb encircled my head, smearing my seeping natural lube around my globular head. I had to manage my focus between both of us, however, I couldn’t break concentration on his sexy body. Fortunately, he broke the silence.

 “I need that dick” he whispered.

“Take it” I growled. He dropped to his knees, eagerly taking me deep to the back of his throat. Choking he pulled off.

“Damn. That’s enormous” he hissed. 

“Try again” I encouraged. He did. And again. And again. Eventually, like a snake, he unhinged his jaws and was able to burry me in his hot, wet, and very tight, mouth and throat. I felt his scruffy chin on my freshly smoothed balls and he huffed and puffed, pulling me all the way in. Pulling off, spit slinging from my bouncing, wet, shiny cock to his red lips, he demanded, “I want fucked by that monster!”

I was dumbstruck as that wasn’t the impetus for my motivation to come here today. Simply, a blow job would have sufficed. However, I’m not one to pass on a quick fling.

“I have no protection” I offered, giving him the chance to avoid a pounding like he’d likely never experienced prior.

“I do.” To which he presented a wrapped prophylactic. Now, the only issue remaining was the ‘were’. This situation wasn’t an ideal location as I like to visually admire my bottom fully and completely. 

“Were?” I simply asked. “I must see that body!” I said, rather out of character for me. He smiled broadly, seemingly liking the lustful adoration of a daddy like me. Within seconds, he had his shirt pulled off and tossed on the counter. His pale, yet dark, ginger skin seemed to shimmer under the tube lighting of the impersonal room. Stepping forward, I ran my hand from his clavicle down his left pectoral, feeling and seeing the downy hairs inhabiting the muscle. My hand relayed the tactile sensations while my eyes relished the visual feast that was ‘Zack’. Cupping his pec, my eyes located the treasure in the middle of his chest – that mass of hair, darker and redder than I imagined earlier, and merging with the downiness of the remaining hair. I closed my eyes, allowing my hand to tell the story to my brain. Soft, downy like peach fuzz, sparse but there, was replaced by more coarse and fuller hair until I reached center mass, with enough hair for a good handful. Which I took and pulled him towards me - our hard cocks meeting in the middle like long lost samurai warriors.

Zack, taken aback slightly by my forcefulness, moaned as the roots of his chest hair pulled against his skin – pain mixed with pleasure. Realizing I needed him now more than ever, I released my grip, turned and pushed him against the counter. Predator or prey I didn’t care. I only wanted to eat.

Once on the counter, I pulled his pants down and mostly off as the hung off one foot. I admired his hairy and toned legs. Normally, I’d spend a deal of time dining on them, licking them, feeling them but time was short in the public place. I tore the rubber from his hand and opened the packet, tossing the wrapper on the ground. Expertly, I slide the sheath on my tortured cock, then pushed his legs back, making his knees kiss his chest, exposing his most vulnerable pucker. Experience has told me it’s best to prep my bottom, so I knew it was necessary. Even if it wasn’t, it was worth the time.

His head, pushed down on his chest against the mirror, his knees against his ears, I produced the best hole eating of my life. Tongued, flicked, sucked, poked, pummeled and prodded, I worked his ring under it quivered with anticipation. His smell of ‘man’ and ‘clean’ intoxicated as much as his big, h airy nuts did against my forehead. I could almost feel his anxious sperm bouncing around in those nuts, awaiting to explore the outside world.

Fortunately, I was just about the perfect height for the counter. As I aligned myself to his hole, I rose slightly on the balls of my feet before I put pressure on his wet manhole. The moment happened so fast I, uncharacteristically, hadn’t yet removed my shorts. This boy was doing something to me not many have done before. 

Casting my shorts aside, I resumed the position, pushing my head to his exit. He winced as I pushed harder and harder. He was putting up a good deal of resistance. I was unsure if it was intentional or not. But I was unrelenting, pushing that monster of a head into him, splitting his defiance. A cross of a moan, groan and scream emanated from deep in his throat as, victoriously, I punched through. An almost ‘snapping’ like pressure was felt at the base of my cock head. I watched his chest rise and fall, as I had to time it right. Catching his rhythm I leaned in with his exhale, burying myself fulling into him.

Poor boy wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. And he knew it. His pale, ginger skin turned blood red, his brown furrowed in pain. He bit his lips and his eyes watered as I held deep inside his tight, tight chute. As his muscled spasmed around the intruder that was reshuffling his inside, I held steady, hoping he’s acclimate. Like a good, experienced bottom, he did so – quicker than I imagined, giving me the go ahead for what I do best.

Calves burned as I pummeled Zack’s ass. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he could only moan, holding back his screams and bays, only allowing deeps breaths and a ‘god’ and ‘fuck’ to escape his lips from time to time. I watched his leaking beast spill his liquid over his stomach, filling his navel and spilling off the side, running down and shaking with each rough, violent slam. The more I gave him the more he took it. His previously red skin was now a more ‘normal’ pink glow. And while tears streamed down his temples, a gruff, happy yet painful smile erupted on his face as his dick danced just before he blasted his chest with his own special sauce. Thick ropes of white man-spackle blasted up and landed on his chest, drowning the hairs living there. His hole squeezed so tightly it almost prevented me from packing my own, sheathed seed into him. 

As my legs started to lose the sensation of touch, I sauced his insides, jetting my own special juice into that rubber. Even after my best pounding, his chute never lost its tightness and, as suck, lubed my entire shaft with natural lubrication. My body shook as I forced the contents of my vas deferens out of my body, only to be caught and held safely in his provided protection. 

Breathing heavily, we both relaxed. Steeping back, his hole eagerly short my big cock out of him, as if it was angry. As he lowered his legs, they started shaking, his ass trying to be forced to close. I stumbled on weak legs as I stepped back, allowing him to slide off the counter.

“Fuck man!” he whispered. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” he said as he tried to steady himself, his cum running down his Greek-like torso – loads and loads of cum, actually. I stepped into the stall and disposed of the brutalized rubber, cleaning the remaining semen off my now shrinking and pleased shaft. I heard paper towels being pulled from the dispenser and water running. Turning around, Zack stood facing the mirror, his butt cheeks red from providing cushioning from our fun. Seeing me in the mirror, he smiled that smile. 

“That was so worth it” he said.

“I wasn’t expecting that” I admitted, pulling my shorts up and stuffing my smaller, but still plum, dick back in my shorts.

“You up for another round?” he asked.

“Come again?” I asked.

“That’s the point!” he said with a wink. “I get off at 6:30PM tonight. If you meet me back here, we can go to my place for a proper shag!” he said, turning around drying off his chest.

“Maybe we could turn the tide this time?” he asked.

My mind raced. I haven’t bottomed in almost ten years. “Hell yeah!” I replied.

“Good. See you outside at 6:30PM?” He pulled his shirt over his head. Somehow his hair remained just as it was prior to our engagement. ‘I have rubbers at my place.”

I walked over to him, picked up cum soaked paper towels laying on the counter. Raising them to my face I inhaled deeply. The scent of cum filled my soul to the point I regained an erection.

“Don’t bother” I suggested with a wink.

“Good deal!” he replied as I walked out on unsteady legs, still not knowing who was the predator and who was the prey today.