Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 15:26:40 -0300
From: fernandobuddy2002@globo.com
Subject: The Librarian

It was becoming a bit difficult for me to keep up with my classmates
because I neglected some homework and also forgot to participate in some
science projects since I was doing some fieldwork on sexuality. It isn't
that I am a lousy student, it's just that I was going through some changes
within and around me that I became I little careless about my
responsibilities. When I presented my grades to my mother she was a bit
disappointed and a little angry because she thought everything was fine at
school. "What have you really been doing when you say you're studying or
doing some school project?" she asked me once and that reminded me that
that was my first excuse to go to my best friend's house and be fucked by
his dad. And so she said she would have an eye on me and would be sure to
check all my homework and school stuff. I knew that I should be more
responsible, but all I've been really caring about lately was to decide to
whom I should go to, to get fucked. Of course Father Joel was always my
first choice because he was the only one who cared enough to make me
cum. With the others I only came when I was overcharged and they allowed me
to touch myself when they fucked me, even my father.

And my carelessness at school led me to the point where this story began. I
had to make up for the low grades I got in History and Portuguese Language,
my two nightmares at school. It had always been difficult for me to
memorize all those historical events that had nothing to do with my own
time, I used to think! Then, one day, I was required to research about the
independency of my country and be sure to make a good job, because I was on
the verge of being flunked if I didn't get the necessary grades, and that
was something I couldn't afford, without saying the punishment I would get
from my parents. So, there was I spending time in the library, doing
research about my beloved country when all I wanted was to be loved. At
that time I was still discovering the pleasure the books can proportionate,
and since I was there I decided to amplify my research. After choosing a
few books from the shelves on my way back to my table my eyes fell on a
magazine two other older boys were looking at and laughing. It happened
that it was a black and white porno magazine that they hid quickly when I
passed by them, but not quick enough! I kept an eye on them while I
pretended to be reading a book and I saw when one of the boys stashed the
magazine between his books. About ten minutes later they got up to get some
books or to go to the bathroom, I don't know, and left their books on the
table. I know I shouldn't do what I did, but curiosity killed the cat (but
satisfaction brought him back), and so I acted without thinking, borrowing
(or stealing), their magazine. When they returned they were with another
friend and I think they never knew who took their toy when they finally
realized it was gone.

I waited another ten minutes and then gathered my books and went to another
table three or four aisles from them, feeling my heart drumming and my
blood running cold in my veins. When I was sure nobody was around I
retrieved the magazine and began to leaf thru it. Pages and pages of two
men fucking one woman, with both of them cumming on her face in the end! I
didn't realize, but I had a hardon when I finished looking at the
pictures. Just them I heard a voice say: "Is this the kind of research you
are supposed to do, Fernando?" I jumped in my chair and spun around with a
jolt. Behind me, and looking over my shoulder, was Mr. Norman, the
librarian. Without waiting for my response he went on saying: "Do your
parents know that you carry this type of material? Where have you got it?"
"I, I..." I was speechless and my face burned and reddened, I felt ashamed
because I was caught off guard. He licked his lips and looked nervously
around the vast room, checking if we were being observed. Looking down at
me again he told me to grab my books and follow him. I was scared because I
didn't know what to do and so I followed him down a corridor, not knowing
where he was leading me. I thought I would be grounded by the principal or
even be expelled from the school. We stopped in front of one door, which he
opened, let me in and locked it afterwards. We were now at the back of the
library where they kept old books still to be sorted out and those in the
process of being repaired. The room wasn't as big as the library itself,
but there were rows and rows of boxes and shelves with all sorts of books
and magazines. "Why did you bring me here? Where are you taking me?" I
asked suspiciously. Mr. Norman seemed to be a kind man and I never paid
much attention in him. He stood less than six feet tall, but was a very
thickly built man. Slightly over weight, but not fat, a typical family
man. He stopped near some boxes, apparently full of books, and turned to
me. "Well, I brought you here because I want you to do me a little favor."
He said looking straight at me. "I can't!" I said. "I'm doing a research
and I can't help you here, whatever it might be." I said looking around,
thinking he meant something to do with books. He, then, asked if the
magazine I as looking at was part of the research, because he would gladly
take me to the principal if I didn't do what he said. "But don't worry," he
finished with a smirk, "you might even like to do this little favor for
me!" A bell rang in my head and I relaxed a little because I was getting
his meaning. "Well, what am I supposed to do?" I asked putting my books
aside and my eyes began to look him up and down. He was clean, well dressed
and smelled some masculine cologne. The front of his black pants revealed a
good lump underneath, suggesting, without being indecent, only provocative,
that there was some substance tucked in there. Maybe it was worth
discovering what he had stored under his black pants.

"I've been watching you for a long time and, the more I saw you, the more
convinced I became that you have a great ass." He stopped and waited to see
how I would react, when I said nothing, he continued: "So, now that I know
you seem to like some fun," he indicated with his head the magazine on the
table, "I decided to let you know that I like a little fun too. Here's the
deal: you suck me off and the matter with the magazine ends here. Now, if
you refuse I think your parents won't be happy to see their son starting
the year all over again, or worst, being expelled from the school. What do
you say?" He was caressing his lump absentmindedly, still smirking. I had
made up my mind already, throwing aside my indecisiveness I approached him
and, reaching out, touched the heap on his trousers. Immediately it sprung
to life and began to swell. "Do you really want me to suck you off?" I
asked looking him in the eye. "Yeah, I want you to suck me dry. Here, take
it." He unzipped his fly and fished out his hard meat. The head of his cock
was like an oversized mushroom and was directly in front of my face. It was
very, very hard and felt like a steel rod covered with velvet. The shaft
had very distinct veins running all around it, and I could feel it pulse
and throb as I gripped it with my hand. I slowly took it in my mouth,
licking the wet opening and tasting the salty sticky liquid on it. He
moaned loudly as I took his big head in my mouth. He started talking dirty
to me, saying my mouth felt like a pussy. He held my head and started
moving it up and down his cock. As he did this, he also started to move his
hips as if he was fucking my face. He retrieved his balls without lowering
his pants and I caressed his balls gently as his hips pumped up and down in
rhythm to my sucking action. He was moaning, groaning, and babbling things
like, "Yeah, that's it! Suck my cock! You're so good at this! I knew you'd
be good! Suck it, boy! You like sucking my cock, don'tcha? I told you you'd
like it!" After a few minutes his grip tightened on the back of my head and
I used my hand to ease the pounding and prevent me from gagging. His
pumping hips became faster, more urgent and deeper. He was literally
slamming his hips upward and his hand downward, fucking my mouth like mad.
He was saying: "Keep sucking! Don't stop! I've got something for you!  I've
got something for you! Ugh, ugh, ugh!!" He held my head still with both
hands as his hips jerked and convulsed and I felt the warm explosion in my
mouth as he came abundantly. His cock seemed to grow larger and pulsed in
my mouth as he shot volley after volley of his jism in my mouth. "I want
you to swallow all of it." I swallowed every drop he offered me while I
kept massaging his balls. The taste was delicious and I reveled in its
abundance. When he finished and his cock began to soften, he pulled his
hips back and stuffed himself back into his pants. He pulled me up and with
his thumb cleaned the traces of his cum off my lips and, in that moment I
saw something in his eyes that I like to think it was tenderness, passion,
desire, I don't know. "I liked it very much Fernando, and as I said, our
business with the magazine ends here and you don't have to worry about it
anymore and if I can help you with the research, just tell me. But if you
think this shouldn't end here and now, and you decide to come back I will
be very happy to see you again. It's a pity I have to return now otherwise
they will start looking for me and I don't want them to catch me here with
you. Think it over and if you should decide 'yes' the best day for us to be
alone is on Monday, around 5 pm, when Mrs. Clara shows up to lend me a
hand." With that he escorted me out to the main room and left me there with
my balls burning, demanding to be relieved.

To make a long week short, next Monday I was there, following him again
between all those boxes with old books. Nobody saw us, and he led me in
quick steps to the same spot we used the other day. I confess that I was
excited and that was the best way to close a day. He was already hard when
I knelt before him, but this time he lowered his pants and he didn't seem
to be in a hurry. The tangy smell of his cock filled my nostrils and I
licked the tip of the mushroom head, bringing out of his chest a loud and
lustful moan. "Yeah, baby, I'm gonna fill your mouth with my milk again, do
you want it?" I let him talk for a while because that turned me on, but I
wanted to have his cock stuffed up my ass. Then I stopped sucking and said:
"I want you to fuck my ass now!" "Have you been fucked before?" "Yes, I've
been fucked before." His eyes grew larger as he realized that he wasn't the
first one to open me, which lessened the fear of messing with a child. "Ok,
take your clothes off and give me that nice piece of ass of yours." He said
as he got rid of his clothes and now he was completely naked, his stocky
body, full of desire, waiting to possess mine. When I was naked I
positioned myself on my knees and hands on the carpet, and spread my legs,
my asshole in his direction, waiting for him to fill me up. There was no
lube to ease the entry, but I already had salivated his pole and he spat on
his hand and smeared it a little more and also my butthole, his finger
forcing inwards until he had his fat thumb buried in my hole. He then knelt
behind me and spiting once again, this time directly on my ring, and he
rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down, spreading the spit on my
crack, caressing the wrinkles of my pucker, and then he pulled me backwards
to meet his groin and I felt the head pressing right on my backdoor as he
tried his first attempt to gently push himself inside of me. As usual, I
relaxed and pushed outwards as he pushed inwards. The head was big and it
was hurting, but I had learned how to deal with that. He held it inside of
me, panting, while I concentrated in receiving him in. He pulled out and
then he slowly reinserted himself inside of me. "Are you OK? Can you take
it?" He had stopped momentarily only to ask if he could go on. I said 'yes'
and he, grabbing my hips, began to move, causing waves of pleasure to erupt
as his cock began stretching my ass. I began to relax myself against his
insistent thrusts and I began to enjoy them. Working his probe he found new
depths every time he plunged in, until he was completely inside of me, his
groin pressed firmly against my ass. He was sweating profusely now and I
could sense his awe at having this boy who could give a good blowjob but
whom he never imagined could be a wild fuck like this. Leaning over me, he
bit me gently on my shoulder. "Is it hurting?" He murmured. I said that I
was OK and asked him to fuck me good and my plea gave him new stamina. He
groaned under his breath and said he had never felt before anything as
tight as my ass on his dick, and giving me short and deep stabs he began to
move his hips from side to side, yielding from me loud moans. He fucked me
slowly, sliding in and out with ease, teasing me with the head of his cock
and then plunging deeply inside of me. I begged him not to stop and he
didn't. He plowed me deeply as the warm feelings built and built, and I
came screaming aloud as Mr. Norman covered my mouth with his hand and his
massive cock ripped me open.  As my ass twitched around the root of his
thick shaft, every nerve in my body alive and focused on the movements of
Mr. Norman's cock as he plunged deep inside of me. I felt his thick pole
twitching deep inside of me and I clamped down on it with my sore butt,
trying to hold it there forever and that made me whimper as he stabbed me
with violence. Not able to go on he squeezed me tight against him and with
a mighty thrust his body began to tremble as his cock shot torrents of his
hot cream, spurting inside of me. He was breathing harshly through his
nose. I think that making me cum with his cock might have aroused him in a
way he never expected; this was something new for him.

Little by little Mr. Norman regained his composure, although a bit shaken
by his violent orgasm. "You liked it, didn't you?" asked Mr. Norman.
"That's good because I've got plenty of this hot meat for you, Fernando!"
He concluded while cleaning his smeared cock with some rags he found
nearby. His cum was leaking from my hole and he also cleaned me with the
same rag he cleaned himself. "Come back next week, I'd love to have you
around." Walking home I could feel trickles of his cum running down my
leg. I had decided that I would be going to the library more steadily, but
then I had mumps, which held me in bed for two weeks and when I finally
recovered I was so horny and in need of a fuck that I decided I'd have to
do something. It was then that my father and my uncles gangbanged me.