From: rabnyc@aol.com (Rabnyc)
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Subject: Story - Library Cubicles - Finally!
Date: 23 Oct 1995 01:57:20 -0400
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As promised, a story about my adventures in the college library.

I went to a fairly big midwestern college that shall remain nameless.  I
also worked in the library restacking books.  Talk about boring.  To make
the job more interesting, I would take an occasional break in one of the
cubicles.  Usually I would read a book or just flip through a few.  What
else was there to do?  Well, what do guys like to do when they are all
alone and bored?  I like to beat the meat.  So I would.

I'd get into an empty cubicle and pull my pants and underwear down to my
ankles.  Since a lot of students would wear shorts into the library, if
someone walked by, it wouldn't be so noticeable as to what I was doing. 
Also, the cubicles didn't lock.  They had frosted class so you could tell
if they were occupied or not.  Also, they didn't go up to the ceiling. 
They were only about chest high.  If anyone was to walk by they could have
seen what I was doing.  I didn't really care.  What would they do?  Create
a scene?  I doubted it.

Anyway, I would sit in the cubicle with my pants down and start to stroke
my dick.  The job was totally unsupervised so I didn't have to worry about
a boss trying to track me down.  I knew I could take as much time as I
wanted.  The more I stroked my dick, the harder I'd become.  Of course
this was more fun if there was someone in either or both cubicles next to
mine.  I'd stoke my 7 inch dick until it got hard and sit there and play
with it and my ball under the desk.  I'd take the precum and smear it all
over the head and sometimes I'd take a taste.  It always tasted so good.

Sometimes, someone would walk by and I'd slow down until they passed. 
Then I'd start up again.  When I felt real brazen, I'd push the chair back
and stretch out my legs and stroke my dick right there out in the open.  I
always loved the feeling that someone may have been watching and enjoying
the show.  The library was well known as a place for guys to pick up other
guys.  I always thought it would be great if some guy were watching me do
this through the frosted glass while standing in one of the stacks.  I
could picture him getting hard and having to go somewhere to get off.

Sometimes I'd reach up under my shirt  and play with my nipples with one
hand while stoking my rock hard dick with the other.  After awhile, I
could feel the hot cum boiling up in my nuts and just wanting to explode. 
I'd spread my legs and start to stroke faster and faster as the cum
coursed through me getting ready to explode.

When it came time, I'd spread my legs as far as I could with my pants
around my ankles and let it fly all over the floor.  Wad after wad of
thick white cum would splatter on the floor.  Sometimes I would get cum on
my hand or the inside of my leg.  I ususally didn't have anything to wipe
it up with so I would lick my hand clean, tasting my hot salty cum.  Then,
if I had to, I'd wipe up any cum off my hairy thighs and lick that off my
hands as well.  Once I was clean enough, I'd pull up my pants and get back
to work leaving behind a small present for whoever went into the cubicle
next.