Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2011 00:27:04 +0100
From: phoenix_1977@hotmail.com
Subject: At The Library

This story describes actual events between me and my ex-boyfriend. However
I changed the names in order to protect our careers.

Although I agree the events are hot and arousing please remember they are
in fact punishable by law and acting on them could get you into serious
trouble. So don't let your hormones cloud your judgment.

Also, when you could get into trouble reading this story because of the
laws in your country, please leave. I don't want you to get into
trouble. Otherwise, enjoy!

At The Library

First, let me introduce myself. Just call me Peter. I'm a 33 year old MD
living in Europe and one of the few openly gay doctors I know of. Don't
think I'm a radical person or a gay activist or something. Being out just
happened to me when I was in high school and I hardly ever regretted
it. Most of my classmates were cool with me being gay and two of them also
decided to come out as soon as they saw it was no big issue.

However, things changed when I got to university, to medical school. I
expected people to be open minded en accepting towards people who are
different. In the Hippocratic oath we promise not to pass judgment on
others and I stupidly believed that would also extent to (future)
colleagues. Boy, was I wrong! Apparently most medical students have to
develop an attitude like that because the first two years in medical school
were pretty much the Hell I expected in high school. It took until the
beginning of our third year before people started coming
around. Unfortunately there was also a side effect. Me being treated like
this kept the other possible gay men deeply in the closet and most students
wouldn't want to be caught dead in my presence out of fear being outed by
association. So I was pretty alone most of the time.

I wasn't an exemplary student. I lacked discipline, was easily distracted
and could think of at least a dozen things I liked better than going to
class. Also being a young gay student living on his own for the first time
with the hormone levels to match didn't do much for me. After almost
failing my first three exams I decided I had to change the way I was
preparing for my exams. I needed to find a place almost free of
distractions to study in order to pass my exams. My dorm room was
completely inadequate for that and going home to study every time an exam
was coming up (in our country we take the exams immediately after the
series of classes is over) didn't appeal to me either. So, in the end there
was only one place I could go to: the medical library at the hospital. At
first no fun at all, but that changed when I met my first boyfriend.

It was January. Not my favorite time of the year, may I add. The holidays
are over and done with and it's cold, dark and gloomy. In January I
perfectly understand the need to go into hibernation and I wish humans
could do that too. Unfortunately our society doesn't accept that so I
struggle through the first month of the year, every year.

I was ready to call it quits. I had expected to find some nice gay of
bisexual men at university but in stead I was shunt by my peers. I was
horny 24/7 but was afraid to invite a guy to my dorm. What would happen if
the others living in the dorm would find out and started treating me the
same way as my classmates were? So I surfed the net, visiting gay chat
rooms and trying to score anonymous sex dates. Most of the time that sucked
because the men who said they were in their twenties meant they were in
their twenties twenty years ago so I left with severe case of blue balls
most of the time. I expected this time to be no different.

I agreed to meet this Arabian guy at the station near my dorm. I always met
them at a public place so I could escape if I needed, a precaution that
proved my saving on more than one occasion. Anyway, I was waiting at the
station when I heard someone call my name. One of my classmates walked up
to me. Let's call him Mohammed. He was an Arabian guy, one year older than
me and one of the few who were not afraid to be seen with me. Although he
had a Muslim upbringing he was cool with me being gay. He stood 1m80 and
weighted about 70 kg. He was built but not extremely muscular and had a
nice face. All in all a nice guy but right now I wished he was anywhere but
here. One possibility was my date would be a no show because I stood there
with Mohammed, another was that my date did show up causing a very awkward
moment and maybe ruining the one friend-like contact I had in medical
school. But I couldn't tell him to get lost either.

"Hey, Peter. What are you doing here?" Mohammed asked.

"I'm supposed to meet someone here" I answered, still hoping he would
have a train to catch or something.

"Cool, me too" Mohammed said. "Mind if I wait here with you?"
Yeah, a big problem, but I couldn't tell him that. My parents taught me
better. Still, I hoped if I gave him somewhat of a cold shoulder he might
reconsider.

"Free country, man" I said, what got me a strange look and a shrug
while Mohammed sat down next to me. Ok, so that wouldn't work. Well, if he
agreed to meet someone at this place I couldn't blame him for not going
anywhere. After all, I also picked this spot to meet someone.

Trouble is that Mohammed is a likable guy and fun to talk to so even with
my idea to give him a cold shoulder I found us making small talk before
long, passing the time rapidly. After half an hour I looked at my watch and
saw my date was almost 20 minutes late.

"Well, I guess my appointment is a no show" I sighed.

"Yeah, mine too" Mohammed said and got up from the bench. "I mean,
it's not like it's difficult to find this spot. When you say, "meet me
at the bench underneath the stations clock" it's pretty obvious where to
meet, right? As far as I know, this is the only bench underneath the clock
there is".

"You're right, it is" I said. "Who were you supposed to meet
here?" Expecting him to say he was picking up his sister of something.

"Oh, someone I met in an internet chat room but I guess he got cold
feet" Mohammed said.

"He?" I asked.

"Yeah," Mohammed said, turning a little red in the face. "Well, I
guess I can tell you. I met this guy online and had a nice conversation
with him. He suggested to meet him here but either he changed his mind or
he saw us talking and got cold feet".

And then it clicked. Arabian, in his twenties, student. Mohammed was my
date!

"Do you use the nickname Arabianboy23?" I asked him.

"Are you Gayguy22?" Mohammed asked in return. We both nodded at the
same time before bursting into laughter. We had been talking all this time,
not knowing we were waiting for each other. It's almost something for a
Hollywood production. As soon as we finished laughing at each other we both
decided to see if we would like each other as much physically as we did in
normal conversation. We went to an adult bookstore and had two great hours,
sucking and fucking each others brains out.

Afterwards we decided we had fun with each other, both sexually as innocent
fun, so we started dating. Also we started hanging out more and more at the
university while having great sex whenever we could.

However, being seen with me on a regular basis during lunch and stuff
didn't improve Mohammed's chances of winning a popularity contest and not
before long people started rumors about Mohammed being gay as well
(remember: outed by association?). The rumors stung Mohammed more than a
little, even more so because they were true and his family couldn't find
out. Mohammed became shunt like me and after a few weeks we pretty much
only had each other. So when I told Mohammed I was planning on studying at
the library he quickly decided to join me there.

In the meantime winter was replaced by spring. Do you know how they always
say humans are superior beings for having higher brain functions and not
being affected by the change of the seasons? Well, I don't know about you
but during spring en summertime my sex drive is way higher than during
autumn or winter. So, even though Mohammed and I were studying for our
exams we were both hornier then ever and feeling each other up a lot, even
while studying. After a very hard day (in more ways than one) we decided we
needed to find a place in the library where there were less
people. Otherwise Mohammed's reputation would be completely trashed and he
didn't deserve that. Well, I didn't deserve that either but in Mohammed's
case it was even more important he kept up the appearances. Luckily
Mohammed knew of a place.

"In the basement there are cubicles for study purposes" Mohammed
said. "Hardly anyone goes there because most people don't know about
them and the few that do don't think they are comfortable enough".

"What do you mean with "comfortable enough"?" I asked.

"Well, it's hardly more than a cell with a desk and a couple of
chairs" Mohammed said. "Most students who are studying here prefer
the upstairs reading room".

"Ok, we'll look into it tomorrow" I said. "Coming over to my
place?" I asked with pleading eyes. After all the groping we had been
doing today I needed some release or I was going crazy. Unfortunately, I
was out of luck.

"Can't" Mohammed said. "My parents are asking questions about you
and why I spend so much time with you. So, to avoid trouble, I guess I
should go home". So we said our goodbyes in front of the hospital and
went our separate ways. I knew this was going to be a long night, with all
the little swimmers in my balls begging to be let out.

So the next morning we saw each other at 9 am in front of the library. Once
we got the books we needed we locked away our bags and entered the
library. We went to the reading room where several students were already
present. As soon as we entered they all looked at us and you could already
tell they had been talking about us.

"Don't even pay attention to them" Mohammed said en he led me to the
stairs towards the basement.

In the basement there was also a reading room but this one was
smaller. Unfortunately, since there was no supervision here the students
were noisier than upstairs which didn't do our concentration any
good. Mohammed led me to the right when we entered the basement, towards
the part of the library where the scientific journals were kept. We passed
those and, through a small room, we came to the cubicles.

Well, Mohammed was right. They were hardly comfortable. Still we didn't
need comfort; we needed a place to study without our classmates giving us a
hard time. There was a large desk, two chairs and, when we tested it, the
lights were working. That was all we needed.

"Ok, I think this will work" I said to Mohammed. "Let's get
started" and we started quizzing each other on the different parts of
the human bowels.

Did I mention I get distracted easily? So imagine what happens when you're
sitting in a quiet, secluded room with someone who makes you horny when
smiling at you. Mohammed was sitting next to me, our legs touching. I felt
his body heat through our jeans. I heard his quiet breathing and smelled
his musky scent. I felt my dick twitch in my jeans. Why on earth had I
chosen today of all days to go commando?

I was so hard trying to concentrate on the text I was reading (or trying
to, at least) I never noticed Mohammed looking at me from the corner of his
eye. All of a sudden I felt Mohammed's hand on my leg. I looked up and saw
his eyes only inches from mine and before I knew it Mohammed pressed his
lips on mine. It only took me a second to drop the text, grab Mohammed's
head and force my tongue in Mohammed's mouth, which he more than happily
welcomed.

"I was hoping we could do this" Mohammed quietly moaned while rubbing
my leg and accidently brushing my now very hard dick. I only moaned in
response.

Mohammed started pulling my shirt from my jeans, allowing his access to my
abdomen and my nipples. He took one of my nipples between his fingers and
gently squeezed it, causing me both to moan and leaking precum at the same
time.

"You need to be a little quiet, babe" Mohammed said. "We don't
want to alert someone, do we?" I shook my head while I was licking his
neck. No way I was going to stop feeling his body, not even if all of our
classmates were standing in front of us.

Mohammed kept playing with my nipple with one hand while rubbing my hard
dick through my jeans at the same time. Now I needed to let his neck go
because otherwise I was going to cum and no way was I'm going to let that
happen in my jeans.

"Mohammed, stop! You're making me cum and I'm not ready to cum yet" I
pleaded.

"If you need to cum, you need to cum" Mohammed teased and started
rubbing my dick again. I needed to find a way to cool down. At this moment
even the friction of my jeans against my dick could set me off.

"Wait, babe." I said. "I need to get something from my bag".

"You got to be kidding me!" Mohammed exclaimed. "NOW you need to
get something from your bag?!"

"I promise you it will be worth it" I said, feeling myself retreating
from the point of no return. I quickly got up, gave Mohammed a quick kiss
he didn't answer and left the cubicle. On my way out I noticed the outer
door had a lock from the inside out. That would prove useful.

I pretty much ran towards the stairs in order to get to my bag as quickly
as possible. Unfortunately, one of my classmates called me over.

"Listen, fag. We don't care about you but Mohammed is a good guy. Why
don't you end your friendship with him before you damage both him and his
career?" the girl said.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself and leave me and my friends alone,
bitch?" I answered before turning around and running up the stairs. Ok,
so she'd be under the impression her words meant something to me. Big
fucking deal! I had other plans and it involved my Arabian man, myself and
hot sex.

As soon as I got to my locker I got my back and started looking. One thing
I started doing as soon as I arrived at the dorm at the beginning of the
year and that was packing condoms and lubricant in my bag. That way I would
always be prepared. After maybe 30 seconds I found the small bag in my bag
but it felt like hours. Both my dick as my ass throbbed with
anticipation. I locked my bag away again, keeping the small bag under my
sweater. If the librarian would see it I would be in trouble.

As soon as I was downstairs again I heard noises coming from the cubicle.

"Leave, bitch, or I swear I will hurt you! If you'd been a guy I
would've smashed your face in!" Mohammed shouted.

"You can't be serious?" the girl who had called me over said. "I
offer you my pussy to fuck and, at the same time, stifle the rumors about
you. You should be thankful. A lot of guys would love to fuck me".

"From what I heard a lot of guys did love to fuck you" Mohammed said
with venom in his voice. "Did the last one know he got you pregnant? Or
did you not even bother to tell him before you had an abortion?"

"Come on, we can do it right her and now" the girl said, almost
pleading. "Here, on the desk. I won't make you wear a condom".

"Even if I wanted to fuck you, no way I'm stuffing my dick in there
without an extra strong rubber" Mohammed said. "Stuffing my dick in a
working meat grinder would be safer than fucking you without a condom. And
now leave!"

"Maybe the rumors are true!" the girl screamed. "Maybe you are
queer like that fag Peter". I heard some noise and all of a sudden the
girl was stumbling out of the cubicle. I managed to stay out of sight.

"If I ever hear you say something bad about Peter or any of my friends I
will forget you are a woman and send you to the ER" Mohammed hissed with
anger. "Get out of my sight!".

I'm not a violent person. When most of my peers were playing videogames
like Duke Nukem and Wolfenstein I played Super Mario Brothers and Sonic the
Hedgehog. I do watch action movies but only if the violence has a purpose
other than bloodlust. TV-series like The A-Team or Tour of Duty were too
violent for my liking. But the way Mohammed had defended me, even though he
didn't know I was there, really turned me on. I felt my dick throbbing in
my jeans again and I was ready to rip his clothes of right there and
then. He was so aggressive, so manly. He oozed sex appeal to me right
now. If I had been a woman my jeans would have been soaked. Well, I was
leaking so much precum I was pretty much soaking my jeans anyway.

As soon as the girl was out of sight and Mohammed was back inside the
cubicle I left my hiding place and entered the cubicle, using the lock on
my in. Mohammed was standing in the cubicle, apparently still steaming with
anger, with his back towards the door and me. I walked towards him and ran
my hands over his chest.

"That really turned me on, babe" I whispered in his ear while pushing
my hard dick against his ass.

In a flash Mohammed turned around, picked my up and laid me down on the
desk. I noticed all of our stuff on the ground and wondered how it got
there. But Mohammed gave me little time to wonder about that. He was
standing there, bend over. His nose was almost touching mine. His eyes
showed a lot of arousal.

"So you like to be protected by a strong man, don't you?" Mohammed
said. "Well, this man is more than willing to do so" and with one
fluent motion he pulled of his shirt and sweater. Before I knew it, his
face was next to mine again and he started licking and sucking my neck. My
dick was so hard now it hurt, even in my loose jeans.

"Please, release my dick" I pleaded. "It needs to get out". I
tried to undo my jeans but Mohammed stopped me.

"What do you think my dick felt like when you walked out to "get
something from you bag"?" he said. "Now you can suffer from it a
little while". He started licking my neck again but also rubbing my
dick. God, I can't remember experiencing this feeling before. I was
completely turned on and I loved what Mohammed was doing to me but at the
same time my dick and balls were aching and trying to push through my
jeans. Bliss and agony at the same time. Even today I don't know if I loved
or hated it.

"Please, Mohammed" I begged now. "My crotch hurts so much". I
tried to squirm away but that was not going to happen. I grazed Mohammed's
crotch and felt his thick, cut dick being completely hard.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere" Mohammed said. But he allowed me
to sit up, but only to remove my sweater and shirt, while dropping the
little bag in the floor.

"What's that?" while picking up the bag and opening it. He saw the
condoms and the lubricant inside. "Aren't you a horny little devil?"
while moving down to my nipples. He took one in his mouth and started
sucking it. I thought I was going to die right there and then.

"Please, babe. Open my jeans" I begged. And finally Mohammed did as I
asked. While still sucking and slightly biting my nipple he undid my jeans,
causing my leaking dick to jump out in freedom.

"Wow!" Mohammed said. "I never seen this much precum on you
before".

"Well, normally you don't keep me waiting for several days to sleep with
you" I answered. "Now I haven't felt your body for four days straight
so no wonder I'm leaking precum like a waterhose".

Mohammed didn't respond but moved his head towards my crotch. In one gulp
he took in half of my dick. I gasped and I felt my balls pulling up.

"Let go, Mohammed" I yelled. "Let go or I'll shoot right
now". Mohammed let go and I concentrated really hard to stop my body
from reaching orgasm. I succeeded but it was really difficult. This was the
second time I was able to postpone my orgasm. I wouldn't be successful a
third time.

"Don't touch my dick or I'll shoot" I told Mohammed. "I'm too
close". Mohammed didn't answer but instead pushed me back down on the
desk, lying on my back. Mohammed moved to the other side of the desk, where
my head was. He maneuvered his hands under my armpits and pulled me towards
him. I felt the edge of the desk on my shoulders, leaving my head free of
the desk.

"Just relax" Mohammed said. "Just relax your neck and drop your
head".

 When I did that I saw Mohammed had undone his jeans. Apparently he was
going commando as well. He moved towards me, his dick standing out. His
dickhead touched my lips. I understood what he wanted but decided to tease
him a little first. I started licking his big dickhead, wrapping my tongue
as much around it as I could. With the tip of my tongue I caressed the edge
of his dickhead, causing Mohammed to moan and his dick to twitch. I knew
from earlier experience the sensation drove him mad with lust. And today
was no exception.

He increased pressure on my lips with his dickhead, indicating he wanted to
enter. Well, who am I to deny him that? I opened my mouth, welcoming his
think, hard dick in my mouth. I played with the dickhead with my tongue as
Mohammed entered my mouth, thinking he would stop moving in. I was
wrong. Mohammed pushed through and I felt his dickhead slowly slide to the
back of my mouth before Mohammed pulled back again. He kept at this for a
while, allowing me to suck his dick nice, hard and wet. I loved the
sensation of his dickhead sliding over my tongue and, according to the
moaning Mohammed did, he liked it as well. He slid his dick deeper into my
mouth again and kept it there for a second.

"Take a deep breath, Peter" Mohammed told me. And I did. I took a
deep breath, smelling his sweaty, musky scent as his balls were almost
resting on my nose. I loved that smell.

"Do it again, babe" Mohammed said. "Take a couple of deep
breaths". So I repeated my breathing a couple of times.

"Good, now relax" Mohammed said and before I could ask him what I had
to relax for, he pushed his dick further, passed the back of my mouth and
into my throat. For a moment I started panicking because Mohammed's thick
dick cut of my breath. Now I understood why Mohammed had told me to take a
couple of deep breaths. I tried to force his dick out of my mouth but
Mohammed held me down.

"Relax, babe. Nothing is going to happen" Mohammed said, while
rubbing my nipples. "Just relax and enjoy it". And, strangely enough,
he managed to reassure me and I started to relax. It still was a strange
sensation, not being able to breath because his dick was down my throat but
I kinda liked it. Just as I started feeling lightheaded (probably because
of the lack of oxygen) Mohammed pulled back, making it possible for me to
breathe again.

"That felt so wonderful, babe" Mohammed said. I couldn't answer
because, although Mohammed had pulled back from my throat, his dick was
still in my mouth. "Wanna try it again?" I nodded.

"Take a couple of deep breaths again" Mohammed said and as soon as I
did that a couple of times he started pushing his dick into my throat
again. This time there was no panic and I just enjoyed feeling his dick
deep inside me.

"We have to stop otherwise I'll cum" Mohammed said. I tried to say
something but I couldn't with his dick down my throat. So instead I hummed
something, causing Mohammed to moan. "Stop, babe, or I'll shoot
everything down your throat!" and quickly he pulled out his dick. He
just stood there for about a minute, concentrating on not climaxing. Like
me, Mohammed had quit some control and after a while I could tell he
wouldn't start shooting.

"That felt great, Peter" Mohammed said. "Someday soon I'll let you
experience it as well. But right now I have other plans" and with that
he picked me up from the desk and set my down on my feet. Luckily he was
still holding me because I felt a little dizzy, probably both because of
the position I had been in and the lack of oxygen. While I steadied myself
against the desk Mohammed picked up the small bag containing the condoms
and lubricant. He put on a condom and applied a lot of lube. Because his
dick was so thick he needed a lot of lube in order to enter me. He also
rubbed lube on my ass and worked first one and than two fingers in,
spreading the lube also on the inside of my asshole. I loved the feeling of
him being up my ass.

"Are you ready, Peter?" he asked. As a response I bent over a little
more, giving him more access to my ass. Mohammed stood behind me, putting
his dickhead against my ass. "Here I go".

In one stroke Mohammed pushed his dick in, all the way up my ass, ending up
hitting my prostate. That was it. I couldn't take anymore and I started
cumming. Jet after jet of cum shot from my dick. My balls felt like they
were pulled into my body. And while I was going of the deep end losing
myself in my orgasm I felt Mohammed still pumping his dick in and out of my
ass. After that my entire body and mind went into sensory overload and I
lost all track of time. All I felt was the most powerful orgasm I ever
experienced and Mohammed's dick moving in and out of my ass.

I know It can't have lasted more than a few minutes but it felt like hours
when I finally was able to form a coherent thought again. My heart was
racing and my legs were still weak. I was resting with my chest on the desk
and Mohammed was still fucking my ass. But his thrusts were becoming
shorter and quicker and I knew he was almost there. With a loud groan
Mohammed started filing the condom. At moments like this I hated those
things. I would've loved feeling him really filing my ass. However, that
was just not possible so there's no point in regretting it. Mohammed came
long and a lot as well and in the end collapsed on top of me. He also
needed a few minutes to come down from his high again. When he did, he
slowly pulled out of me. Until this day I have never seen that much cum
from one orgasm in a condom.

"I never felt anything like this, Mohammed" I said to him. I leaned
in and kissed him.

"Wow! You definitely came" Mohammed said, while looking at the
floor. I never shot that much cum before. The floor in front of the desk
was covered in cum. There was even cum against the wall.

"What can I say? You fucked me like I have never been fucked before. And
I loved it".

We both decided studying would be too difficult after the orgasm we just
experienced. Instead we got dressed, picked up all our stuff (some of it
was covered in cum) and made our way upstairs to get our bags. Mohammed
went home with me and spent the night. The next morning at breakfast my
roommates said it was time they met my boyfriend. They couldn't care less
if I had a girlfriend or boyfriend, just as long as I kept the noise down
when we had sex.

A couple of days later Mohammed kept his promise and deepthroated me while
he was lying down on the desk. However, when he started humming on me, I
wasn't fast enough and I almost drowned him in my cum. That was the first
time I came while someone sucked me and, while I thought cumming while
fucking an ass was great, cumming while having your dick sucked is heaven!

In the next couple of months we had sex in the cubicle some more. Sometimes
I rode Mohammed's dick while he sat in a chair and sometimes he rode
mine. But most of the time one of us was bend over the desk while the other
was plowing the others ass. At least once we had an audience because when
we left the cubicle we found cum on the floor and against the door. We
never found out from whom, though.

Over time Mohammed and I grew apart. The sex still was great but we spent
less and less time together. So it didn't come as a surprise to Mohammed
when I told him I wanted to end our relationship. The love I felt for him
had changed and even the great sex couldn't mask that anymore. Mohammed
felt the same way and we ended it peacefully.

Every now and then we see each other at international conventions and
there's still sexual chemistry between us. I think we would have a great
time if we ever gave in to our urges. However, we don't. Mohammed lives
with a male nurse and, as far as his family is concerned, they're
"roommates". Me, I'm engaged to a cute Asian waiter. Neither of us is
willing to risk our relationships. But, even though I found out that I'm
more top than bottom, my dick still gets hard when I think of the sensation
of Mohammed's dick up my ass, hitting my prostate, causing me to hose down
the floor at the library.

Comments are appreciated at Phoenix_1977@hotmail.com