Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2007 11:21:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Ugh <xxx_wishes@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Stacks

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual contact
between men. If it is not legal in your community to read such contents
then you should move. Thanks for looking anyways.



	Every college has one. A library. And every library has a place
called "The Stacks". Well, my school was no exception. I had first heard
about it in the beginning of my freshman year, but it would be another year
before I'd actually find it.
	It was an early winter night, but the first snow had already
fallen.  I went to the library to escape from he boredom of my dorm room
and to work on a paper that was due the following week. Usually, the
library was alive with activity on a weeknight, but the cold had kept most
students in their dorms. It was after seven when I got to the library and
there was only a lone student worker on duty. I waved a greeting when I
passed by, but continued to head to the back of the top floor. It was
usually the least used floor and I liked it because it looked down on the
quad. Tonight, it looked like I was the only one there. At least, that's
what I thought.
	I finished my paper after about an hour, but I didn't feel drained
like I usually did. I could see that it was snowing again and I really
didn't want to venture out because my dorm room was on the opposite side of
campus. I packed up my things and decided to wander around. I had really
never paid attention to the layout and various shelves. I now found myself
weaving through the bookshelves and glancing at the titles that they
held. Before I knew it, I was on the lowest level of the library, which
they had dubbed "The Archives". The air had a musty smell to it and you
could tell that no one ever came down here. the lighting was terrible. It
looked like over half of the fluorescent lights didn't work and the other
half flickered on and off. It might have put me off on any other day, but I
was feeling bold. So, I continued on my path through the bookshelves and
wasn't really paying any attention to my surroundings until I hard a
rustling that seemed to come from the other side of the room. I came out of
the aisle and started to walk along the wall. Near the far corner, I
spotted a desk with a backpack on it. I walked up to it and peered inside
the bag. As I slowly pulled out what seemed to be a magazine, I heard
another rustling, but this time it was accompanied by a moan. I turned to
see if I could spot someone. I couldn't. When the magazine was completely
out, I found out just what it was. It was an old Playgirl. I gave a quiet
chuckle and as I did, I heard a lingering moan coming from a few shelves
down. I got up the nerve and began to walk towards the sound. After I
walked past a few shelves, I finally saw the source of the moans. In my
surprise, I accidentally dropped the Playgirl.
	Near the middle of the aisle stood the figure of a god. he had
short cropped blond hair, a strong jaw, a perfect nose, and gorgeous
lips. His eyes were closed and I knew that I was undetected, but I wanted
so badly for him to open them even if it meant that he'd disappear. After
studying his face, my gaze traveled down his naked body, or at least what
was visible to me. he had chiseled pecs and washboard abs. His bulging
biceps led to the reason for his pleasure-filled moans. In his grasp, he
held what looked to be eight inches of flesh-toned steel. As I watched him,
I could feel my heart beat rapidly and my own member harden. I wanted
nothing more than to walk up and join him.
	I decided that the old saying of "Now or never" was made for this
moment. I put down my bag and quietly stripped to reveal my toned body with
my own seven inch rod painfully jutting out. Slowly, I crept toward him.
When I finally reached his side, I whispered into his ear.
	"Mind if I join you," I said.
	His head turned slightly towards me and his eyes opened lazily.
They were the most stunningly blue eyes that I'd ever seen and I knew that
I'd never be able to resist his passionate gaze. He looked me up and down
and in that moment, I felt even more naked if that was even possible. His
eyes returned to mine and he gave a slight shake of his head.  Instantly, I
moved in front of him and lowered myself to my knees.  His hands were still
stroking his rod and I slowly removed them as I kissed my way to his
shaft. When I finally reached my goal, I gave his cock head a gentle kiss.


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