From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Library Story
Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 08:56:20 GMT

He had spent more then half of his life there, or so it seemed. Law school was
not nearly as difficult as he had heard..it was worse, far worse. 

Scoring in the highest percentile of his class in high school, even his 4.0
average in undergrad years hadn't prepared him for the constant pressure, the
long hours, the beratting professors and the idiotic study groups he was
enduring.

Around him, other suffering students would groan, sigh, stand, stretch and he
knew he was not alone. Otherwise the library was quiet...a welcomed relief
form the noise factory he called home.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Four hunky, horny, fun loving guys
sharing an apartment, woas, parties and problems. But he seemed to be the only
one who wasn't holding up well under the strain of classes. The other three
seemed intent on drinking, having sex, yelling at innane sporting events on
television and constant nudity.

Ok, the nudity part, he liked. He was gay afterall. Eventhough his roommates
didn't know it, he loved seeing their bare butts, paraded erections and bodies
around him. It was as if they were purposly taunting him. But, no, they were
just being brazen, baudy and butch. Many nights after he heard the steady
snoring of the one he shared a bedroom with, he'd grasp his cock and pump
unitl visions of his roomates and others battled in his brain for
attention..and he'd explode....sigh and wipe himself clean. He wondered if it
would ever be more then fantasy.

He stood and stretched..his tee shirt rising out of his jeans baring his flat
belly to any who were watching. His eyes scanned the room to see if that were
the case, but there were not takers...not lusty glances, no stares of
obsession and no smiles of recognition.

Sighing he sat back down for more hours of "this name vs the state" or "that
name vs the government" or "one name vs another name". His brain soaked up as
many facts and underlying motives as he could. Class would be hell once again
and he'd be called on only for the answers he didn't know...as usual.

He slept. He always fell asleep after the printed pages became blurs. He woke
suddenly and felt the hand on his shoulder. It squeezed. The face pleasant,
smiling and boyish. The guy patted his shoulder and moved on.

Students took care of each other here. Eveyone knew the strain, the deadlines
and the need to be awake....to get their work done.

He nodded and smiled his thanks to the departing man. As he watched the boys
back the muiscled back seemed to undulate seductively. The blue jean covered
buttocks, firm, had natural dimples in both sides...and he could only imagine
what lay underneath. Probably a smooth, lean, muscled body...on kept that way
by running, or swimming or genetics.

The figure stopped and turned. Once again that boyish smiling face looked at
him and he seemed frozen in the moment. As if magic, the figure returned and
unbuttoned his shirt revealing a smooth body...a boy's torso with a young
man's definition. 

He wanted to reach up and touch the man..but his arms wouldn't move. Instead
the stranger reached towards him and slid a hand down under the loose tee
shirt...sliding and exploring. 

He was fixed..his breathing was deep...he could only sigh as the fingers felt
for and lightly pinched each of his nipples. His crotch begam full strained
agasint the confines of his levis.

But they too gave way as the mans hands unuttoned them from the waist all the
way down his fly. He was free. He rarely wore underwear and so his entire
excitement was clearly visable to the young man.

Looking around him anxiously, he realized all the others had left. There was
only him and this stranger with the smile and roving hands. He closed his eyes
as the hand surrounded his cock and pumped. He had no control over what was
happening. The man had taken possession of him.

He was squirming in the hard chair, and almost falling on the floor. But the
hands that grasped him kept him in place..and he could only spasm, writhe and
gasp as the hands brought him to the brink then stopped adruptly.

He felt the twinge deep inside him...felt his testicles tighten, but no
emission....he hurt. There was a knot deep inside of him demanding to be
released..it hurt bad.

He heard his own breathing..snoring...and woke up. Across from hjm him a girl
looked and giggled. He blushed and shook his head.

There was no use. He closed his books and began to pack...stretching again,
this time out of need, not to attact anyone. Again his tee shirt rose and he
felt the cool breeze of the room agaisnt his skin. He looked down and caught
the eyes watching. The boyish faced student sat at the same table but too many
feet away for whispers. The guys' lips smiled but the eyes were looking at the
bared skin, or lower.

He blushed again and smiled..nodding back.

Sweater on, coat on, books in bag, scribbled notes shoved into a notebook,
notebook crammed into the backpack..he relunctantly had to go home and sleep.
He needed sleep..and hoped the apartment would be quiet enough to allow that.

Looking around he saw others leaving too. Even the boyish faced guy had gone.
Another typical night of too much work...and too little time. As he turned to
leave he saw the note on the table next to his bookbag. There was nobody
around...perhaps the note was left by someone for someone else.

It read "Sam" and a phone number. Who was Sam? he wondered and at the same
time hoped. "the one who woke you up" told him what he wanted to hear.

There wouldn't be time for sleep that night..at least not for a few hours. He
knew it was time for reality to replace fantasy. And he left the library,
suddenly awakened, full of energy...and yet that knot of pain inside him still
nagged him for attention.

And the smiling face filled his head......perhaps it was time to find a new
roommate, a new part of his life and what he had needed for years.