Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 09:13:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Older and Younger, A Love Story?

The following story is fiction but reflects true events from my recent and
my current life.  My other stories can be found elsewhere in Nifty.


Older and Younger, a Love Story?


I like libraries, ok?  Get over it.  I always have.  I grew up as a small
kid.  I didn't grow until I was 16.  I had to look up at both the guys and
the girls in my classes, starting in 5th grade.

Libraries were my refuge.  I enjoyed getting lost in the depths of the
public library near my house.  I was a freak since I could read at the age
of 2 years old.  (This is a true syndrome.)  So, the written word has
always had a strong fascination for me.  So, imagine having thousands and
thousands of books to be able to open, to look through, and to read
through!  Even today the smell of an old library full of old paper and old
books makes me relax and unwind.

I grew up in an ok family.  No traumas, no dysfunction.  But not lots of
warmth either...  I was an unexpected late arrival.  All my older brothers
and sisters fussed over me when I was young.  However, they were all gone
by the time I was in junior high and my parents, frankly, were just too
glad to have them gone and have time for each other to give me a great deal
of emotional love.  They tried.  I tried.  Just didn't work out too well.
I knew they loved me.  I loved them.  Just not a lot of emotion to go with
it...

Anyway, the library was where I knew I could find true understanding and
knowledge in the pages of its books.  I learned about how to be a good
person from all of the biographies of famous people I read.  I learned
about honesty, sincerity, and the pain it took to be honest and sincere
from them, too.  I learned that most of the world did not value those
traits and that much of the world preferred to live in delusion and
dishonesty and dysfunction.  Don't underestimate the power of reading about
other peoples' lives, for real.

I finally grew in the summer before my sophomore (first) year of high
school.  And damn that hurt.  I went from 4'11 to 6'1 that summer.  I was
in constant growing pain and had to eat every hour or I'd faint.  I had to
relearn how to walk and move.  I had this body that didn't make any sense
to me.  My arms and legs stretched out into the distance.  I was so tall I
had a new perspective on the world.  Gawky, awkward?  Yeah, me.

When I got to the HS and walked the halls the first week of school no one
recognized me at first.  They all thought I was a new student.  After a
week they all finally realized who I was but still shook their heads in
disbelief.

I retreated to the library.

I made friends with the huge female head librarian at the HS library and
was surprised when she asked me if I would work there to help out.  Working
in a library?  Is it work when you're in a library doing what you can to
help out in your favorite place in the world?  My yes was so enthusiastic
that even her normally grim visage creased with a smile.

She even managed to pay me.  I didn't know what to do with the money.  My
parents were dealing with older sibs but most of them were now on their own
and paying their own way.  So, the `rents would give me money from time to
time, just because.  I didn't go out much and when I did go out didn't need
to spend much money.  Eventually the `rents encouraged me to open a bank
account.  I wound up accumulating a fair amount of money by the time I left
HS and went to the University in town.  I did well in HS since I wasn't
doing much except school and working in the library.  And was smart enough,
too. So, I wound up with a full ride at the local U.  By then the `rents
had their own life.  I had mine in a different part of the house.  Sort of
quiet and solitary but it was mine.  So, none of us had problems with me
living there through college.  I rode by bike across town to the U.  Never
saw the need for a car.  I did sort of love my bike though.  I took great
care of it and made sure I never had a crash.  Even in snow and ice I could
ride it to the U.  Loved pushing my body hard when riding it, too.

Did very well at the U for undergrad, just because.  Liked the library
there but would usually go back to my local public library for relaxation.
The U.'s new library was a bit too new for my taste.  Smelled like plastic
and grout, not paper and old books.  Seemed like it was mainly computers,
too.

Well, surprise, surprise, I decided to go into Library Science and get a
Master's in it.  No reason to leave the U.  I'd just get it there.  And
yes, I was going to work in the new library, too, as part of my training to
become a full librarian.

While I wasn't too enthusiastic about working in this kind of library I
knew I needed to understand it if I were going to be a librarian for real.

I actually liked my classes from the beginning.  (Who really likes
"Information Fluency" but a librarian anyway?)  I had chosen well.
Surprise, surprise, again.  During my training to work in the library I did
two-week sessions in all of the parts of the library, rotating from place
to place.  My last rotation was with the head reference librarian.  I had
envisioned a stern older woman with her white hair tied back in a severe
bun.  I wasn't afraid of this vision since I could always make women like
her smile and even chuckle with my very wry and dark humor.  My work ethic
never hurt either.  No one had ever faulted my library work, ever.

To my surprise, instead of the grim woman there was a tall dark-haired man
greeting me.  He shook my hand in a very firm grip, which I shook back the
same way.  His dark blue eyes had a sort of "twinkle" as he greeted me with
a smile.  I must have looked nonplussed because his smile got even wider.
"I'm not the head reference librarian you expected, I guess, Mark," he
said.

I was startled by his intuition and started to protest and apologize when
he cut me short.  "I've just been promoted to this position.  And, yes, the
previous head reference librarian probably would have fit your image of
this position quite well." He then laughed out loud.

I must have looked quite shocked because he laughed harder.  "It's ok
Mark," he said.  "Let's start your training."

Well, Dr. James might be younger than I expected but he knew his job.  He
was thorough, careful, and clear in his training.  But he was also quite
funny and irreverent in a way that was totally unexpected.  I wound up
responding to his irreverence with my own quite sardonic wit.  I hadn't
read thousands of volumes of works of all kinds for nothing!

It started to be a daily challenge to see who could make the other laugh
out loud first and startle the library patrons.  We got more and more
outrageous every day, using puns, word games, and outright jokes to get a
reaction from the other.  I enjoyed seeing his face pucker up trying not to
laugh after I said something totally asinine.  I guess he got the same
pleasure from watching mine.  I did notice he often looked at me,
especially when he thought I wouldn't notice.  I figured he was just
planning out his next joke.

When my two weeks with him flew by I was a bit startled by how sorry I was
that it was over.  If I wasn't mistaken, he seemed to be sorry, too.  He
said when I was leaving, "Thanks, Mark.  You were a breath of fresh air."
He gave me a bone-crushing hug then, which I returned big time!

We held on to each other for the longest hug I'd ever had.  He finally let
go and sort of pushed me away.  We looked at each other in the eyes.  I
couldn't figure out his expression.  He just said, "Thanks again" and
turned away and went back to his office.

Dr. James and I didn't see each other except in passing for the next six
months. I had classes to finish and other work to do.  Although I came in
at an advanced level, I still had to have all the credits to get my degree.

I finally finished and got my MLS!

At this point I was thinking about traveling to Europe and taking time off.
I had plenty of money.  I had no attachments.  I had done simple sex stuff
with guys when young and women later on.  But had never met anyone I wanted
to settle down with and "buy china" with.  I loved to jack off, but jacked
off just from feeling my big hard cock and feeling myself up.

I had started to plan out when to get my InterRail pass to Europe when I
got a totally unexpected email.

Mark, (it read) this is Dr. James.  We've had a sudden resignation in the
reference library. With Dr. Worthington (my predecessor) being on medical
leave, this means we're totally short handed.  Would you consider working
for reference for a while in this emergency? I know you're perfectly
qualified for this job.
Yours, Dr. James.

Wow.  I was in shock reading this.  To be frank I had had such a good
experience with Dr. James that I had already decided to become a reference
librarian myself. Besides, in this job you got to use old sources (books,
journals, etc.) as well as new sources. I could have the best of both
worlds. So, if I could actually work as a reference librarian at a major
University for a while, I'd have everything in place to become a head
reference librarian myself, even while young.

No brainer.  Europe could wait.  I'm only 26 after all.

I was ready to resume where Dr. James and I had left off.  But this man was
not the same Dr. James I had worked with before!  He didn't laugh.  He
didn't smile. He tried to grin when I tried the types of word play and
jokes that used to make us both laugh.  However, he never laughed.  His
dark blue eyes never shone.  He seemed to be diminished somehow.  His hair
wasn't quite combed some days.  His clothes were rumpled some days.  None
of this was like the Dr. James I knew.  I noticed he was no longer standing
up straight.  I even thought I saw the beginnings of a gut around his mid
section. The Dr. James I knew had always been in shape.  When he gave me
that long hug (I still remembered) our flat stomachs had touched.

After two months I decided I needed to talk to him.  He wasn't getting
better and he wasn't the person I had liked.  How to do it, though?  Go for
the obvious, I decided.

We were together at lunch in the cafeteria.  I pretended to drop my water
bottle behind him on the table before we sat down.  I reached over him to
grab it and wound up in the same position as when he hugged me last year.
His new big gut stabbed my flat stomach when I reached behind him.

"Whoa," I said.  "What is this?" I grabbed onto his gut and was able to
jiggle it a bit.

He flushed scarlet.  He mumbled, "I haven't been running for a while." I
answered him. "Well, I can certainly tell." I grinned at him and rubbed his
belly just a bit more. "Maybe you should start up again," I said in a
teasing kind of tone.  "And if you do start running again, would you teach
me how to run?  I don't really know how to run well.  No one ever taught
me.  Not the kind of thing they taught much at my school."

For the first time since I started working with him full-time he focused on
me as a person.  I could almost see the thoughts turning in his head.

Eventually he said, "Sure, why not?  Give me a month to get back in shape
and then I'll train you how to be a distance runner as well as a reference
librarian."

Well, his demeanor didn't change much at work, but it was clear he started
to take care of himself.  He got a great haircut.  His clothes were clean
and pressed.  He stood up straighter.  I could see his gut was receding.

At the end of the month on a Friday, he called me into his office. "Mark,"
he said, "be at the track at the HS at 7 AM tomorrow."

Fuck, I thought!  That's damned early.  Well, it was worth it to help this
man out who had been such a big help to me--and a real mentor.  I owed him.

We both showed up in sweats since it was still chilly.  He talked to me
slowly and carefully and showed me how to run.  He picked up my legs, held
them, and put my feet down very precisely and very carefully.  He showed me
how to position my entire body for maximum effect.  He took over an hour
showing me how to run.  I had sort of thought I was kidding when I asked
him to do this.  I hadn't really thought there was anything to learn about
running.  So stupid of me...

Finally it was time to try out his lessons.

We started out very slowly and very slowly got faster and faster.
Dr. James was monitoring every step I took and criticizing and/or
congratulating constantly.  My legs started to cramp finally from the
unexpected motions.  I knew I was in great shape aerobically from my
bicycling.  So, I had no problems breathing, although Dr. James was talking
about this constantly, too.  However, my left thigh finally seized up from
the weird (to me) positioning of it.  We had been running at top speed on
the track but I could feel what was starting to happen.  I slowed down
carefully and then finally ditched out on the grass on the verge.  I
started to rub my thigh to unclench it.  Eventually Dr. James realized I
wasn't with him any more and ran back to see what had happened.  I
explained as well as I could.  He was instantly contrite.  He apologized
for pushing me way too hard in my first training session.  However, he was
so excited by how good I was already.  That was why he pushed me too hard.

Well, that made me feel better...

He took over massaging my thigh to make up for his lack of understanding I
guess.  I was glad at first that he was doing this for me.  But then was
less glad.  It started to feel too good, what he was doing.  His big man
hands had pushed up my sweats and his warm palms rubbed my naked thigh.

I didn't know what to say then.  I started to flush and could feel a
reaction on the crotch area at the unexpected contact.  Dr. James finally
noticed my discomfort.  He gave me a sort of half smile.  He then let go of
my thigh and gave me some stretches to do.  We did those together to finish
unclenching the thigh.

Well, to cut it short a bit, he and I started to run together five days a
week.  At work we were totally polite and a bit distant.  However, when
running the humor reemerged and we started to rag on each other as long as
we had breath.

We decided to train for a local marathon taking place in our town in the
fall.  Gave us a goal to work for... At work we were still quite
professional.  As running buddies we started to get more and more
outrageous. At times we'd try to trip each other.  At the end of runs we'd
occasionally tackle each other and wrestle a bit.  When it finally got hot
and I stripped off my shirt to run shirtless I thought I heard a whistle
from Dr. James.  Nah. If he did make a sound, it was in surprise.  I'm sort
of hairy for a guy my age.  I've got a rack on my thin body and the hair on
my chest points it out I guess.  Dr. James, on the other hand, has a
perfect body.  Due to the running his gut was gone.  He is hairless and
every muscle he has shows.  He is the definition of an in-shape guy.  With
his handsome face and dark blue eyes he could probably model for one of the
fitness magazines.

Finally the marathon took place!  God.  If you've ever run one of these you
know the pain, torture, and excitement.  Dr. James was in the Master's
division.  He was over 40 but not by much, he said.  I was in the regular
division, of course.

Finally after hours of pain I finished!  I had come in in the top 20!
Incredible!  I looked for Dr. James.  He ran across the finish line just
seconds behind me.  He WON the Master's!  Damn!

I ran across to him and we hugged each other with our naked chests
together.  I was so proud of him and he was so proud of me, too, I guessed!

Time stopped.

When I finally came to I realized Dr. James had released me and I him.  We
looked at each other. I had no idea what I saw in his face.

"Congratulations Mark!" he said.  "Let's take next week off and get back
together on Saturday, ok?  There's another marathon a couple of hours'
drive away in a few months.  Up for that, too?" I nodded and he left me to
do interviews with the local newspaper...

The newspaper the next day had some pics from the race, which was a big
deal in our town.  There was a nice one of Dr. James celebrating his
victory.  I cut that out and saved it. Guess the paper figured that might
sell a few papers!

A couple of days later Dr. James dropped by my desk and gave me an
envelope.  I looked up at him quizzically.  He smiled and said, "here are
some copies for you of some of the pics the sports photographer for the
paper took at the race.  I've known him since high school and he thought we
might enjoy seeing some of what he took." He smiled again at me and looked
me deeply in the eyes before leaving.  Once again I wasn't sure what his
expression meant.

After he had gone I opened up the envelope and took the pics out, one by
one.  The first one was the same one I had cut out from the paper.
However, the real pic was so much nicer than the paper's.  It showed
Dr. James' great body, face and smile.  That was a keeper for sure!  The
next ones were action shots.  My favorite was one showing this
hairy-chested young stud (was that really me?) crossing the finishing line
right in front of this gorgeous mature man.  The photographer caught my joy
and elation at finishing. He also caught the mature man staring intensely
at my butt!  Well, I can see why that one didn't go into the paper!  Grin.
I'm sure Dr. J. wasn't really looking at my butt, but it did seem like it.

I gave out a gasp when I took out the last photo.  Wow, oh wow!  It was a
pic of our victory hug.  It was taken from the side and you could see our
biceps flared, our equal height and nearly naked bodies in a clinch, with
our sweaty chests mashed together and our arms encircling each other with
our right hands grabbing each other's butt!  It was intensely erotic and
sensual I realized with a shock. I got hard in seconds.  I flushed red
almost as fast.

Fuck!  I glanced around the reference area quickly.  No one was around.
Thank God!  I quickly put all the pictures back in the envelope and willed
my breathing to slow down and my erection to recede.  Finally I got myself
under control.

I barely saw Dr. James for the rest of the week.  The few times I did, he
gave me that same funny look and smile.  I flushed each time he did, which
made his smile broader.

I pulled out all the pics from time to time and was struck, each time, by
the last two.  I was sure I was seeing something there that wasn't really
there, but I couldn't just go around the library and ask people to look at
those pics and tell me how they interpreted them, could I?  I thought about
calling the photographer to get him to tell me what he saw when he took the
pics. However, I didn't know the man from Adam and figured he'd let
Dr. J. know I had called him wondering about the pics, too.  Nope.

Finally Saturday came and Dr. James and I met at the track for our regular
training session.  No one else was about.  We had the track to ourselves.
Even in the morning it was pretty hot and we soon stripped to as little as
we could get away with.  As always, I was struck by Dr. J's masculine
beauty.

I decided not to let that (and the memory of the pics) intimidate me or
change our relationship.  I tried to relax, started to make puns and jokes.
I could see him relax a bit, too. I started to mess with him. I bumped him
a bit while we were jogging, grabbing him ever so slightly at unexpected
times, even slapped his tight, muscular, butt from time to time.  He gave
me that same funny look but responded and gave me the same treatment, right
back at me.  We both upped the ante and pretty much had given up on
running.  We were pushing and shoving each other, trying to trip each
other, gut punching some and spanking the other's butt even more.
Dr. J. finally backed away from me and ran into the infield of the track.
Confused, I followed.

He stopped at the sand pit they used for the jumps, turned, faced me, and
jumped at me.  Completely taken aback and surprised, I just stood there as
he tackled me and we rolled into the sand pit!  He grabbed me in a bear hug
and held me close.  We rolled over and over, both trying to get on top of
the other.  The sand stuck to every inch of our bodies that weren't in
contact with each other.  Our breathing was ragged and we groaned and
moaned as we fought.

Oh shit!  To my horror I realized I was getting hard and the skimpy nylon
shorts weren't going to keep it in--not even the old jock I was wearing was
going to help!  My thick seven and a half incher was going to be exposed
which meant I was going to be exposed, too! Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Suddenly I realized that Dr. J. was now thrusting his pelvis and crotch
against mine.  I realized he was purposefully rubbing our sweaty chests and
nipples together.  I realized he was hard, too, as I felt his naked cock
emerge from his shorts and rub my exposed erection!  Oh my God!

I immediately stopped struggling.  I was again in shock.  Dr. J rolled on
top of me again.  He spread my arms out and held them.  He pushed my legs
apart and held them with his.  He lifted his head up from mine and looked
deeply into my eyes.  He suddenly dropped his head onto mine so that our
lips were touching.  I gasped and he quickly thrust his tongue into my
mouth and passionately started to kiss me!  If I thought I was in shock
before, I was even more so now!  However, my body soon took over and I
started to kiss him back even harder.  I rubbed my body against him,
writhing every inch of my body against his.  I forced my hands out of his
control and felt up every millimeter of him I could get to.  I pushed my
hard, naked, cock against his!

We were like two crazed animals, in heat, in lust, in passionate desire for
each other.  I had never felt like this before.  I saw stars and fireworks!
I wanted to rub every cell of my body against his.  I attacked his mouth,
lips, and tongue as hard as I could.  I rubbed and frotted and rubbed and
frotted my nearly naked body against his as hard as I could.  This was
violent, passionate, intense sex that I had never imagined even existed!
This was primal and unbelievably hot! Oh my God this is fucking
un-fucking-believeable!

"Oh shit", I yelled.  "I'm cumming!" And I CAME!  "Oh fuck", he said, and I
knew he was cumming, too!!!

When I came back to my senses, I realized I was alone lying on the sand.  I
sat up and looked for Dr. J.  He was standing up and looked down at me.
His hair was disheveled.  He was half wet with sweat and half covered with
dark brown sand.  His gut was sticky with drying cum and his still half
hard cock was barely contained in his stained shorts.  Damn, he was the
most gorgeous sight I'd ever seen!

But before I could say anything, he spoke up first.  "Mark, I had
absolutely no right to do that.  I can't tell you how sorry I am!  I am a
fucking animal, not a human being.  I pushed you down and rutted you like a
bitch.  Shit, shit, shit. And for God's sake, I'm old enough to be your
father!"

I started to protest.  I started to say only if you had sex when you were
15!  I wanted to say that that was the most incredible sex of my entire
life!  He wouldn't let me say a word.  "Mark, we'll need to talk about what
happened--but not now.  Come by to my house tonight around 7.  We'll have
dinner and I'll try to act like a civilized human being."

With that he turned and ran away from me at top speed.  Again he surprised
me.  By the time I got up and got ready to follow him, he had too much of a
head start.  He was going to make it to his car before I could catch him.

To be continued....

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