In the Library ?

( An absolutely true story )


In 1964, I was 17 and a fresher at Illinois Institute of engineering. I was not doing particularly well in my bailiwick even though I had graduated top of my class from a technical high school in Windy City. As I remember, I had three major job : 1 ) I was a commuter student. One and one one-half hours on the bus and `` L '' ( speedy transit ) each way, from home to school. Classes from 900 to 1800 left little time to examine or sleep. 2 ) Chicago 's college preparatory heights schools ( an all son senior high school at that ! ) left me ill train to handle the mathematical rigors needed in engineering school.3 ) utmost and probably foremost was my obsession with sex. When my mentality was on sex the amount of learning that went on was near absolute zero. Oh sure, I had lots of sexual experiences, but still a Virgo the Virgin where it mattered, at least to me. I dated to no avail. My girlfriend that I fell madly in dearest with over six month, upon graduation, left for a western college, never to be seen again. I fondled char and girlfriend on the bus and train, they must have known mus n't they ( ? ), still no luck, I tried to blame up a streetwalker, with no car, I was almost laughed off the street. Yeah, at 16 I had gotten so obsessed one night that I had sex with 4 guys, and after that, even tried to earn a few surplus buck selling myself. What a disaster ! Whenever, sex took over it seemed like I lost all control. I was like a junky when it came to sex ; once turned on I could n't resist. I was attracted to young woman and women, I was n't attracted to men. However, it seemed guys were attracted to me. I think my tall, thin frame and feminine facial feature article were somehow responsible for that. Guys grabbed my ass at some of my summer jobs, or sometimes made verbal approach about getting together. No thanks, I was n't interested, I wanted slit ! Boy did I ever ! I 'd drop hr at the colonnade and adult al-Qur'an stores on Dixie Wabash, getting my dose of pornography. Women sucking, women fucking. I was going out of my mind.

I left the `` HUB '', a low Bodoni font edifice, caparison the cafeteria, auditorium, and world-wide social areas. This is where students congregated when not in class. An avant garde art show had just been hung on the walls and one patch in particular was causing quite a ado. At to the lowest degree, it did for me. The title was called `` nose candy Job '' and it was a fateful and white picture, probably 8 foot on a slope, depicting film negatives that showed the item of female lips and tongue sucking and licking a penis. The strip were horizontal, overlapping and at slant. Each frame depicting another movement, like seeing a movie shape by frame. I could n't take my eyes of it. Trying to come apart and segregate each soma in my minds eye. My hard-on became obvious, tenting my relax accommodate slacks. I used my arm to push it up. Better to take a lout than a tent. It started to become obvious I was spending too much time standing there looking at one icon, so I regrettably forced myself to leave. The work was later removed due to too many ill.

It was cold outside and I was glad to get into the program library. It was always strong, almost too ardent. The library was my refuge. tranquil ! No misdirection. I could get my work done, catch a few z 's, and fantasize without interruption. I remember the bathrooms were clear and the divider, red. masses would write footling notes on the wall and sometimes just the words or stark drafting would turn me on so much that I had to masterbate right there. The construction itself was a advanced raised I floor, designed by Walter Netsch, I believe, in a very Miesian style. Mies Van der Rohe had designed several of the buildings on the campus and the master plan for IIT facilities. On the South end was the IIT student program library, the north end was the John the Divine D. Carrar ( ca n't recall the claim spelling ) commercial enterprise supported technology subroutine library. That was my favorite as it was less live and I usually would n't run into anyone I knew there. The center of the libary was adminstrative spot and the circulation desk. Gray windows encirlced the entire edifice. You could see out but during the day they appeared melanize from outside. Along the windowpane were the single chairs and desks for frequenter. My special spot was the last desk against the west wall. Behind that desk was the wall of the adminstrative function, to the left the windowpane, to the right, row of shelving for periodicals. marvellous Shirley Temple Black units crammed with reference work material that it seemed nonentity cared about. At the end of the book wad, probably 30 feet east of my desk was an aisle leading to doors for the adminstrative offices. Along the early side of the aisle a wood paries. You were n't supposed to sleep in the subroutine library but if you stayed out of deal nobody really bothered you and this desk was the most secluded in the subroutine library. I put my Samsonite briefcase on the desk, took off my dark honey oil courdouroy coat, and collapsed into the chair. There were only two the great unwashed on my side of meat of the library. One about 7 rump from mine and one completely at the other end. Stretching my legs out, I rubbed my whoreson head through my slacks with my thumb thinking of the `` black eye Job ''. Why was n't that me in the picture ? How come I could n't get any pussy ? I mean I was n't bad looking, tall, blondish brown haircloth, pocket-size boned frame, sort of cunning face. Was I wierd or something, was I not aggressive enough. Was I too aggresive ? I saw girls throwing themselves at guys who looked and acted like asshole. What was I doing wrong ? I could n't get that oral fissure out of my mind, sucking, licking. I leaned forward, putting my limb on top of the briefcase and my caput resting on them. I needed to calm down, I needed to reside, I dozed off slightly.

I felt the tap on my right shoulder. I jumped, sitting up. Was someone objecting to my sleeping ? I was groggy. The individual tapping me was an oriental guy in a yellow jumper and blue jean. He was probably Chinese, and I remember his face was rather dour and bloodless looking.He was about 5'5 '', and quite thin. He put a folded up paper in front end of me on the desk. I looked at it but had no idea what it said. It just looked like some numbers. I looked up at him, and shrugged my shoulders, handing it back to him. I assumed he could n't speak English. He just stood there like he had asked me a interrogative and was waiting for the answer. I shook my head and shrugged again. He took as footmark closer. My regard dropped from his face and I could tell he had an erection straining against the tight jean. I quickly looked down, my script grasping the sharpness of the desk. I was shaking slightly. I knew I should n't but ..., he now moved from somewhat behind me to next to me. I was now looking right at his penis outlined in his jean, what was I doing ? My mighty hand left the desk border like I had no control over it. I slowly reached for his cock, I could only stare at my hand now grasping his jeans feeling the shaft within. It was fond and firm, I squeezed gently, rubbing its entire length. I kept asking myself, `` what are you doing ? ``, but I could n't stop. My finger's breadth grasped the slide fastener tab and slowly pulled it down, the fly parted, exposing his cock inch by inch. I wrapped my long sparse fingers around the shaft and exempt it from its containment. I stroked slowly up and down its length feeling the fondness, and smoothness. My thumb slowly rubbed the thickess of its glans. I watched my hired hand stroking, rubbing, his cock getting More engorged with line of descent, responding to me. He reached over and unbarred my briefcase opening it so that it provided a barrier to anyone in front of us. I held onto him, I could n't let go. It was at least 6.5 column inch of hot, hard, fluent, beautiful cut cock. I wanted to be the picture, both penis and lips. My psyche moved forward, my lip pressed against the end. He moved toward me, pushing his legs against the desk, closing the gap between my briefcase lid and his body. My lips parted slightly, I felt his rooster slipping against my lip, from the silkiness of the shaft, up to the buddy-buddy rim of its head. I could n't believe I was doing this, but I wanted it, needed it. My glossa rotated around the silken oral sex of his dick, licking the crease from the rim to the scratch, up and down. Then lowering my forefront I moved my lips up and down the ray making exquisite dear to this phallus. I could n't get enough. He reached down and lowered his dick so that it was sticking straight out at me. I looked up into his eyes and he nodded as my lips parted and his cock capitulum slipped into my mouth. My tongue kept encircling his pommel, a small sum of money of precum oozed from the slit and my tongue was there to clean it from him, tasting him. I thought about what I was doing, could someone see us, what would happen if we got caught ? I still could n't break. I slid him deeper into my lip sucking hard. He moaned. My brim were sliding from the tip to almost the al-Qaeda of his pecker while I sucked it like an all-day sucker. Saliva was making him wet and keeping me swallowing almost continually. His hips started to rock back and forth and I could feel the tautness in him building. My leave behind hand was holding his pecker with two fingers, keeping it in crinkle with my mouth, the other was squeezing his provide ass cheek, pulling him into me.

'' Yeessss ! ``, His hands grabbed the top of my head and held me down on him as he pumped cock deep into my mouth, cramp after spasm of hot cum shot into my mouth. I could savor the salt, the alkalinity, I could smell his cum and I loved it, I could n't get enough. The first two cramp and hot cum and his hammer filled my mouth. I swallowed, both ! My lips were now pressed against his zipper. My throat closed tightly around the head. spurt, jet, spurt. I could feel him throbbing against the interior of my sass and my tongue. Thick mickle of cum splashed against the vertebral column of my throat. Trying to unsay and breath caused my pharynx to contract, pulling at the node lodged there, milking it. I was getting out of breathing space. I slowly backed off, sucking and licking every final juice off that beautiful lance. He looked down at me as I licked the remaining cum from my lips.

'' Come ''

He took my coat off the rear of the chair and handed it to me to put on and had me stand between the Word of God wheel. He went down on his knee joint and parted the pelage as if somehow that was going to maintain people from seeing what was happening. He started kissing my crotch, rubbing his grimace into me. I felt disgusted, my erecting melted. He unzipped my falling off and pulled my flacid penis from my underwear and slackness. I looked up, the door to the office opened and a young lady walked down the gangway. What if she looked over here ? What if she saw us and reported it ? She did n't, but I was scared shitless. He was now stroking my non-erect penis.

'' Why so smarr ? '' he sounded so disappointed I was small. He started to kiss and pass over my cock across his brass. Yuck, just suck the damn matter, I thought.

'' Scared '', I whispered, `` what if some one sees us ? '' I started to pull away but he quickly sucked me into his oral cavity grabbing my ass impudence with both hands and pulling me toward him. `` aaahhh .. ohhhh .... just suck it '', was all I could muster.

'' MMMMMmmmmm '', he sucked for only a few s, and I could feel my soundbox start to shudder. I was cumming and I was n't even erect yet. I pulled back and the cum shot out hitting him in the face and squirting onto his perspirer. I was embarrassed. He leaned forward again sucking me into his mouth until the coming subsided, swallowing all I had to give.

'' It 's on your sweater '', I said feebly, trying to get the cum off his sweater, with my finger's breadth. He grabbed my finger and licked them clean. I wanted to go, had to get out of there, I could n't tolerate it, I felt humiliated. What had I done ?

I stuffed my member in my quag and zipped up, I grabbed my briefcase and headed down the next gangway over. I was moving as fast as my peg could walk. I did n't even see a guy standing in the aisle until I almost bumped into him. `` Hi '', he said as he turned toward me. He was a big, sometime guy in a top coat and suit and he was holding his stopcock. Then it dawned on me, he was jacking off watching us. buddy, what was the world cumming to ?