"Librarian's Luck" from the files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480
I fell in lust with the dude the first time I saw him walk into the Hawkins branch, but I never for a minute figured anything would come of it. I'm a librarian, and I don't meet a lot of men through work. Most of the patrons here at Hawkins tend to be retired folks and suburban housewives looking for the latest steamy romance novel. Besides, I'm too shy to put the moves on some strange guy who might happen to walk in.
That didn't stop me from looking, however. The man was gorgeous-- he'd obviously come in right off the contruction site, and he really stood out from the blue hairs and the Laura Ashley clones. He was the type of man you'd have noticed anyplace--tall, built, tan, with dark curly hair and arms to die for. He was wearing worn-out jeans and a T-shirt that was streaked with dirt. The pants were tucked into his high-top construction boots, and he was still wearing his hard hat, pushed way back on his head.
He left the stack of books he was carrying at the returns desk across the lobby and disappeared into the stacks. I managed to stamp six books with the wrong date, something I never do, before I finally got my mind back on business .
I'd put him in the back of my mind and was cataloging some new books that had just come in when I became aware of a strong masculine scent of sweat and another, subtler, slightly musky odor that made my nostrils quiver. I looked up from my work, and the guy was standing at the desk, flashing me a thousand watt smile. I just stood there, looking back at him, feeling like someone had slammed a fist into my gut.
"Can I ask you a question?" he said finally, when it became painfully obvious that I wasn't going to start any conversations.
"Uh...sure," I stammered, wondering what the hell kind of question a guy like this would want to ask me.
"I was wondering if you could reserve a couple of books for me?"
I nodded, mesmerized by his face. His eyes were a startling blue color, and the stubble on his jaw accented its strong square lines. He had a fine brown down on his cheekbones, and his eyebrows grew together above his prominent nose. I knew I was staring at him, but I was powerless to stop. I finally forced myself to look down at the counter and take a deep breath.
"I'd be happy to do that, sir. What titles are you interested in?"
"Middlemarch" by George Eliot and "Persuasion" by Jane Austen. I'm working my way through famous women authors." He stood there like it was the most natural thing in the world for a hunk of his magnitude to be reading his way through the 19th century. Maybe it was, but it was a tough association for me to make. "You do have copies of those books at this branch, don't you?" he asked patiently after I'd continued to stand like a dummy.
"We sure do," I assured him eagerly, jumping for the computer keyboard. "I'll check and see when they're due back." I misspelled Jane Austen four times but finally determined that the books were due back the following day. "They'll be in by 4 tomorrow. The patron who has them now is a stickler for returning books on time."
"See you then. Oh, yes, my name's Reynolds--Adam Reynolds. Take care, Jonas." With that he turned and walked out, leaving me gaping at his compact ass. I spent a good five minutes wondering how he knew my name before I remembered that my nameplate was out on the counter where it always was when I was on duty. It took me 20 minutes to calm down enough to ease the pressure that had suddenly built up in my crotch. It took a lot longer for the sticky wet spot in my shorts to dry.
I was at the desk again the next afternoon when he loped back up the stairs to pick up his books. "I took the afternoon off for bike riding," he said, winking at me conspiratorially. I guess that was meant to explain the way he was dressed, but I didn't much care about the reason...I was totally overwhelmed by the effect. He was wearing a pair of bright-orange nylon shorts, white socks, and tennis shoes. His body more than lived up to the promise of those arms I'd drooled over the day before. His pecs curved out full and tight, crowned with big brown nipples. A line of fuzz split him from his throat to the waistband of his shorts, fanning out over his rippling abs. His bare legs were thick with muscle, covered with long silky hairs that curled in ringlets on the insides of his thighs. His shorts were cut high on the sides, and I could see a flash of his ass cheeks, paler than his legs, the hair there more like fine short down. He was shiny with sweat, and pulsing veins corded his arms from wrist to shoulder.
"That's nice," I squeaked, suddenly realizing that a lot of time had passed since he spoke. "I've got your books right here, sir."
"Call me Adam," he offered. "I'm going to be a regular customer here, so you might as well."
"Fine, Adam," I gulped, thinking that I'd never met a man called that before. "They're due back in two weeks."
"Oh, I'll be back long before then, Jonas. Take care and enjoy the weather." He gave me a jaunty little salute and left me with an incredible vision of his furry armpit, drops of sweat glistening in the tufts of hair that curled against the pale, tender skin. I watched through the plate-glass doors as he unchained his bike and secured his books.
This was too much for me to take. I got a coworker to cover for me and slipped off to the bathroom. I ducked into a stall and locked the door behind me, unbuckling my belt and slipping my trousers down around my knees. My cock was hard before I touched it, swollen to full length by the vision I'd just seen. I palmed the underside, and my balls snapped up tight between my legs.
I looked down at my dick, watching the knob swell up as it tried to fight its way out of its hood. I'd never have a body like Adam Reynolds's, but I did have a big dick. At 11 inches from pubes to piss hole, it was quite impressive. The veiny shaft was fat enough that I couldn't make my fingers meet when I fisted it, no matter how hard I squeezed. The few guys who'd seen it always seemed surprised that it was growing between my legs.
I'm not the bodybuilder type, if you know what I mean. I'm slender and rather small-boned, so maybe they expected a dick in proportion to the rest of me. In high school it had been embarrassing to get into the showers with the rest of the guys...I wasn't the type who enjoyed being called Pony Boy by the jocks. I'd gotten a hell of a lot of pleasure out of my prick over the years, but it hadn't given me as much self-confidence as you might figure.
Right now, though, I had the confidence to close my eyes and revel in the image that was burned into my brain. I leaned back against the wall of the stall and went at it with both hands, licking my lips at the thought of sucking one of Adam's succulent tits, chewing the fleshy point in the center till it was all swollen and so sensitive that his whole body would quake when I tongued it.
My come tube was puffed out tight against my pistoning fingers, and the slime was oozing out the slit, dripping down and splattering on the rim of the toilet. I thrust my hips forward, aiming for Adam's full, sensual lips as I imagined him kneeling between my legs, eager to suck my hot meat down his tight throat. I shuddered at the thought of smacking his handsome face with my cock, leaving honey streaked across his cheeks.
My prick head was getting so swollen that I couldn't get the skin up over it anymore. It all bunched up behind the rim of the crown, getting frothy with my juice. I thought about Adam's ass, pushing out tight against his jeans and against the shorts he'd been wearing today. How would it feel to wedge my cock up his ass, sinking into the hot, moist channel and building up enough friction to set us both on fire? "Pretty fucking outrageous", I thought, my whole body tensing up as I started to blow into the toilet. The first shot splashed noisily in the water, then my prick flexed wildly, slipping out of my hands and slapping me in the belly. I pumped a blast of cream all over the wall above the toilet-paper holder and watched it drip down over the graffiti scratched into the gray enamel paint. I pointed the hard shaft down again and finished emptying my balls into the toilet, then collapsed, panting, against the wall of the stall.
I heard the outer door open just then and flushed the toilet, mopping up my mess and pulling my pants back up at the same time. When I left the stall, the guy at the urinal gave me a funny look, but I ignored him as I stumbled out of the bathroom and went back to my post. It was the first jack-off break I'd ever taken while I was at work.
Over the next few weeks, Adam became a regular at the library, just like he'd promised. He not only took out books, he also started discussing them with me, and we rapidly became literary buddies of a sort. I have to admit that I kept track of what he was checking out, then went to my shelves at home to make sure I had the novel fresh in my mind when he came back to talk about it. He was reading great books that I loved, but if he'd been reading "Mechanics Illustrated", I must admit that I would have read it as well.
This afternoon he came bounding up the stairs, looking as excited as hell. "I have made the big score, Jonas," he beamed, leaning across the desk and putting his face close to mine. "The garage sale of the century," he elaborated, noticing my puzzled look. "I got six boxes of books for $5 a box."
"That's great. What did you get?"
"The first box was a complete set of Thackeray," he chuckled, acting like he'd just found money. "I only glanced in the others, but it's a treasure trove. I was so damned nervous, I could hardly write the check." He looked at me intently for a few moments, then continued, "I was wondering if you'd like to come over and sort through them with me?"
"Yes," I managed, not quite sure that I should believe my ears. Talking with this guy was one thing, and I fantasized about him all the time, but to be in his apartment? The mind boggled at the prospect! "I'd be happy to look at them sometime."
"How about this evening? When do you get off?"
"About half an hour from now," I said, starting to feel incredibly nervous. I wasn't completely sure I could handle this. It was comparable to a kid being locked in a candy store.
"Great, Jonas. I'll run a couple of errands and pick you up here at 5." He left before I could even say good-bye.
The next half hour passed in a haze. When I got outside, he was waiting for me, dressed in those orange shorts again. "Hop on," he said, indicating the carrier on the back of his bicycle. "Hold on to me and keep your feet out of the spokes!" I did as he said, my palms burning as I grabbed onto his muscle ridged sides.
The ride back to his apartment was heaven--every time he stopped for a traffic light, he'd stand up and the backs of his bulging thighs would press against my knees. After about ten minutes, he started to sweat, and the salty water trickled down his sides and over my fingers. At one point, he braked suddenly, and my face smacked against his back. I spent the rest of the ride in ecstasy, licking the salt off my lips.
The boxes of books had been piled in the middle of the living room. Adam dropped to his knees and started emptying them as soon as we got in the door, holding up special finds for my approval. I got caught up in the excitement and knelt beside him, shoulders touching as we stacked the books in neat piles on top of the coffee table.
As we finished with the last box, Adam turned and looked at me. He didn't say anything for a while and neither did I. I was intensely aware of him--the down on his cheeks, his long eyelashes fluttering when he blinked, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. I thought I should say something, but my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. "You're a very sexy guy, Jonas," he said finally.
"Huh?" Those were the last words I had ever expected to hear from his lips. He had to be putting me on, I figured. It was a cruel thing to do.
"I mean it," he continued. "You serious, intellectual types really get to me." He reached up and carefully took off my glasses, setting them on top of a stack of books. "I've seen you watching me, Jonas. I sort of turn you on, don't I?"
Sort of! There was understatement for you! I still couldn't say anything, so I just nodded, blinking at him nervously. He leaned toward me and brushed his mouth against mine, jolting me like an electric shock. Then his tongue slipped between my lips, and he pushed me down onto the floor, his big body hovering over me.
I put my hands on his neck and returned his kiss, my lips grinding against his, our tongues thrusting and parrying back and forth. My hands slipped down over his shoulders to his chest. His pecs were hard as rocks, and his fur tickled my palms as I stroked the concave arch of his belly. He writhed around above me, purring like a big cat as I rubbed his belly, my fingers catching in the waistband of his shorts. My hands slipped inside, raking through the dense thatch of his pubes. His cock was getting hard, straining to get out of the pouch of his jockstrap. I curled my fingers around the shaft and pulled it up, stroking the hot tube of flesh eagerly.
He was clipped, the arrow-shaped head nudged my wrist as I tickled his fuzzy balls. I let my fingers stray back as far as I dared, burning to touch the sweaty furrow between his hard ass cheeks. I expected him to pull my hand away, but instead he started wiggling his ass provocatively, his tongue ramming deeper down my throat.
"Let's get naked," he suggested, standing up and peeling out of his shorts. I got up and began fumbling with my buttons, staring at the top of his head as he knelt to untie his shoes. When my trousers slipped to the floor, Adam looked up, and a flash of lust twinkled in his blue eyes. He nudged his head between my legs and began tonguing my nuts. My cock slapped my belly loudly when he first made contact, and I had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling.
Adam sucked my nuts till I thought I was going to come on the spot. He'd pull the bag down tight between my thighs, stretching the cords to the absolute limit, then mash his head in tight, licking the hard ridge between my asshole and my balls. Then he hooked a finger around the base of my meat and pulled it down level with his mouth.
He stuck out his tongue and touched it to the tip of my knob, then shucked my foreskin forward hard, covering his tongue snugly. My hands slipped from his shoulders down over his chest, my fingers seeking those nipples I'd fantasized about for so long. They were already hard against my fingers, and I felt his pecs flex even tighter as I tugged on them, pulling them out taut. His big hands clamped down on my butt, and he punched all 11 inches of my thick cock meat down his throat in one smooth move.
I yelped with pleasure and surprise, feeling the muscles in his throat flex and tighten along every throbbing inch of my prick. He shook his head from side to side, putting pressure on all the right spots. I humped my hips, pushing back against his hands, watching as my prick reappeared, all wet and glistening with his spit. He pulled me back in to the hilt, his forehead slapping my gut, the stubble on his jaw prickling the insides of my thighs.
I would have been content to stand like that till the end of the world, figuring things couldn't get any better, but Adam had other ideas. "How'd you like to fuck a horny construction worker?" he asked, coming up off me and sitting back on his haunches. He stuck a thick finger into my hood, rubbing all around the swollen flange on my knob.
"Stand up and turn around," I barked, surprised by the gruff sound of my voice. Adam jumped to his feet and did as I said, flexing his ass cheeks seductively. "Bend over and bare it," I ordered, emboldened by his ready response to the first command. He looked over his shoulder and winked, then grabbed his ass and leaned forward, pulling his cheeks wide apart.
I dropped to my knees for a close inspection. His asshole was tucked in at the base of his furry crack, a tight brownish inviting pucker ringed by short dark hairs. I slipped my arms around his waist and pulled him back, burying my nose in his crack. I forced his dick back between his legs, managing to get the juicy pink head pulled up to within an inch of his hole. When I licked his cock and pressed my tongue against the ring of muscle guarding his rear entry, he shivered, and the hairs on his ass stood on end.
"Oh, yes, Jonas," he moaned when I jammed deep inside. "Oh, man, that feels so good. Lick my hungry hole, man. Ream it out good. Get me juiced up so you can fuck me with that big hooded club of yours. I want it bad. Real bad." I set to work eagerly, alternating my tongue with my fingers till I had his ring nice and springy, like a thick rubber band.
"I've got a cap for that somewhere," he grinned back at me, stepping away briefly and rummaging in a drawer. He pulled out a foil-wrapped packet and ripped it open. "Giant size," he leered, plopping the lubed rubber on the head of my cock. He pulled my skin back onto the shaft and unrolled the safe. It was a tight fit, the pressure making me get even harder. "Go easy, buddy," he whispered, getting down on the floor on his side. He pulled his left leg up against his chest, and I knelt, straddling his other leg, my cock riding his hairy thigh.
I fingered him for a few more minutes, loving the way his ring tightened down every time I dug in deep. I found his joy knob on about the second poke and started working it, his grunts of sheer animal pleasure making my balls tingle. I finally couldn't wait any longer and mashed the head of my dick against the target. He tensed slightly as I pressed forward, his hand fluttering against my belly as I forced my way in.
"I'm hurting, Jonas," he groaned when I was into him about four inches or so. I held my hips steady, leaning down to lick along his side, up to his succulent nipple. I sucked and chewed on it till his cock grabber stopped having spasms, then slowly worked my way in deeper till I was buried up to the balls.
Damn, he was hot and tight inside! I started moving my hips in a slow circle, keeping my dick buried deep and sucking his tit till his prick was hard again. Then I started fucking, pulling out real slow and easy, letting his ring squeeze every throbbing inch of me.
"Roll over on your back," I whispered after I'd been riding him for about ten minutes. He scissored his leg over my head, clasping his hands behind his neck and holding his legs up in a wide V. "Now flex!" I demanded. His biceps bulged, and his abs popped out into a series of furry ridges. "I love your body," I groaned, grabbing his arms and pulling myself in deep.
"And I love your big hard dick in me," he groaned, doing something with his belly muscles that made it feel like he had little hands up inside of him. "Why don't you just let loose and fuck me till my head caves in?"
I started humping, fucking like I'd never fucked before. Every thrust wrenched a deep groan out of him. His head rolled back and forth on the floor, and his swollen meat flexed and jerked around on his hairy gut like it was going to explode. I forgot about everything in the world except the sensations running up my cock and through my whole body.
"I'm getting close, man," he groaned softly, looking up at me through half-closed eyes. "Fuck the come out of me, Jonas. Make me blow." I plowed him like a wild man, my nuts smacking his crack as I battered his prostate with every stroke. Adam lay there, eyes glazed with lust, the head of his dick swelling up and turning a nice shiny purple.
Before long he started thrashing around under me, every muscle bulging. Then a big glob of white filled his come hole, drooling down onto his sweaty gut. One more thrust and he was off, the come blasting out of him like water out of a fire hose. He splattered jism on his neck and chest, then filled his navel till it ran down his sides onto the floor. The sight and smell of it did me in, and I joined him, ballooning the tip of the rubber with my load of scum.
"You shy guys are dangerous," he chuckled afterward, stroking the back of my neck as I lay sprawled out on top of him. "Once you get revved up--watch out! It's funny, you know. After I found those books, I had a feeling that this was going to be a lucky day. I just didn't know how lucky." He slipped his hand down my crack and tickled my balls, snapping my cock back to full attention. "Real lucky," he leered.
"Yeah," I grunted, shaking my head in wonder. Him lucky? Right! I licked the thick point of his left tit and started fucking him again. All of a sudden I was feeling pretty lucky myself.