When I left my little country town to go to university in the city, I thought it would be so easy to meet people and make friends, maybe even gay friends, but I soon found that meeting people in the city was much harder than meeting people in a small town. People seemed wary and distrustful of others, especially others like me who came on too friendly. They were suspicious on my motives: What does this guy want of me? What is he trying to sell me?

And staying home was not a pleasant thought. 'Home' was a barren room in one of a series of what had been portable classrooms, converted to living quarters because of a student housing shortage.

So it was that I soon ended up spending most of my nights alone in the library, studying. I had nothing better to do. Late at night there was usually only the librarian and a few other loners like myself, who spread ourselves out at the carrels spaced among the book stacks, usually as far from each other as we could get, and usually not in sight of each other. It was as if we didn't want others to see we were loners, cast-offs, lepers.

The university was home to a huge, world-famous library, a multi-million dollar gift from an early student turned billionaire, and designed by a world-renowned architect. It was a huge building, with two floors of open stacks, another two of archives and workshops and seminar rooms, and even a coffee shop in the basement.

I usually chose to study at a particular spot on the upper floor of books, mostly because the librarian's desk was on the lower floor, and most of the few students stayed down there. It gave me more privacy upstairs — especially when I discovered the ample erotica section. It was in the "Special Stacks" right where I had chosen for my study spot. It occupied a complete row, top to bottom, of mostly unobtrusive, nondescript covers, but the material between those covers was hot, hot, hot, especially to a small town farm-boy like me.

Some enterprising librarian had even broken the collection down into two distinct sections – heterosexual and homosexual, though they weren't labelled that way. In fact, the special stack was not even labelled "Erotica"; it was labelled "Exotica," and I found it by accident when I idly pulled a book called "Man to Man" off the shelf and immediately opened it to a glossy picture of two men fucking!

I was in homo heaven! Each night, after I had finished studying, I would choose one of the volumes, and take it with me to the men's washroom situated on the same floor, and jerk off in one of the cubicles. I didn't want to sign the books out, because I would feel very funny at the desk with the librarian giving me the cold eye.

One night I was more horny than usual, and instead of going the the men's room, I whipped out my cock right there among the stacks, between the shelves. I had already cased the place out and knew that I was the last person left on this floor. I propped one of the books open on the shelves, dropped my jeans and drawers to my knees and gave my stiff rod a good beating, focussing on the glossy of two guys 69-ing on the shelf before me. My cum went everywhere, all over the spines of the books on the shelf in front of me.

I cleaned up the mess as best I could with my handkerchief, which I should have used to catch the load in the first place. I returned to my special carrel, spent and happy.

My happiness didn't last long. It was the first and last time I had ever beat off in the stacks, and it was just my rotten luck to get caught on that very first time.

I was back at my carrel, packing my texts and notebooks back into my net carrying bag - one of the "musts" in this library unless you wanted to get thoroughly searched. I heard heavy footsteps approaching. I turned to see the young female librarian and a young male security guard bearing down on me.

"That's him!" she cried, pointing at me. "That's the one. He was masturbating, hiding in the stacks! He had his huge thing in his hand and he was playing with it. I got out of here as fast as I could in case he raped me." I guess I had been so wrapped up in my orgasm I hadn't heard her pussy-footing by in her non-squeak rubber-soled nurses' shoes.

I was rather surprised to hear my cock referred to as a "huge thing." I always thought it was rather normal-sized, if not a little on the small side. I know I always wished it were bigger. I was also surprised to hear that she was afraid I might rape her. With her plain looks and drab manner of dressing, it was unlikely that even any heterosexual male would want to rape her, let along a homosexual male like me. If I were the rapist type, I would much rather rape the young security guard!

"Hmm," mused the young guard in his snazzy new university security guard uniform, very policeman-looking, right down to a shiny badge which identified him as a University Security Guard, not a regular cop. "This is a very serious matter, young man. You'd better come along with me."

I briefly considered making a dash for it, but my knapsack was checked in at the librarian's desk with all my ID and stuff in it. They would soon enough know just who I was and where I lived.

Scared shitless as I was that I was about to be expelled - or worse - I still had to smile inwardly at his "young man." He was maybe in his mid-twenties, perhaps six or seven years older than me at the most, hardly a father figure.

I followed him meekly out the double glass doors that led to a corridor, which, in turn, led to workrooms offices, and the toilets, down to the main floor, and up to the upper two floors. I expected he would take me to some security office or something, but wordlessly he led me straight into the men's toilets.

They were deserted at this time of night, of course. I thought maybe the guard needed to take a leak or something, but instead he turned to me and ordered, "OK. Drop your pants! I need to see the evidence!" I stared back at him, puzzled. There was a small smile hiding at the corners of his mouth, and a bit of a twinkle in his eye.

"Hurry up!" he stated. "I want to see this 'huge thing' the librarian was so horrified by." He couldn't keep a straight face any more. His small smile burst into a wide grin. At that point I realized I was not in as much trouble as I thought. This guy was gay also!

That very thought made my recently deflated cock burst into life again. Even as I unbuckled my belt, undid my fly, and slipped my jeans and boxers to my knees again, my cock was springing back to life, growing rapidly.

"Oh, wow!" the guard exclaimed, eyeing my new woody. "It's not 'huge' maybe, but it certainly is a good-sized one. Can I touch it?" he asked.

I nodded 'yes' and he moved closer and grasped my dick in his hand. I almost shot my load again right then. If I hadn't so recently jerked off, I might have done. It had been months since my home-town fuck buddy had played with my cock.

"Come with me," he said, and still holding my cock, he lead me into the extra large handicapped accessible cubicle. To an onlooker it would have looked hilarious, like something out of a Charlie Chaplin movie, because with my pants slipping to my ankles, I could only waddle along like the Little Tramp.

In the cubicle, the guard let go of my cock and began to strip, hanging his uniform shirt and jacket on an available hook, and slipping his pants and undies down. He sat on the toilet pedestal, and beckoned me towards him.

"I've go to taste that," he said. "OK?" Again I nodded 'yes'. He leaned forward and his mouth closed over my throbbing cock-head. It was warm and wet and thrilling!

He drove his face down onto my rigid pole. He did it again and again. I was in heaven!

He paused long enough to ask me: "You like that?"

"Oh, yesssss!" I panted.

"Better than jacking off in the stacks?"

"Oh fuck, yes!" I gasped. I was about to cum again, and tried to warn him, but my jizz pumped into his mouth. I thought he would spit it out, but he swallowed it hungrily, sucking every last drop out of my still-hard dick.

"Hmm, very nice," he commented. "But you need to be punished for what you did. You know that?"

It was hard to look serious and concerned while being chastised by a man who has just sucked you off, but I did my best.

"Yes, sir," I said, submissively.

"Bend over the toilet bowl. You can use the handicapped bar for support." There was a metal bar attached to the wall to aid those with handicaps to raise and lower themselves to the toilet seat. I leaned across the toilet bowl where the guard had been sitting and grasped the rail with both hands. I thought maybe he was going to spank me like a little kid, but no, that was not what he had in mind. I heard him pumping the hand-softener/sanitizer dispenser on the wall, then he was working a little of the soft, slippery liquid into my hole.

"Have you ever been fucked before?" he asked, when I winced a little, but from surprise rather than with pain.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good. Then you know what's coming?" he asked.

"Yes," I told him.

"You OK with that?" he asked. I wondered what he would say and do if I said no, but I wanted him to fuck me!

"Oh, yes!" I said, eagerly. That was all he needed to hear. In a moment his cock was at my hole, forcing its way into me. And it felt so good, even through the initial pain!

The guard had a long, thick cock, and it stretched my young ass somewhat, but at the same time it felt so good. The pain was worth the pleasure. I could feel his shaft sliding further and further into me, the knob opening the way for the rest of his large cock which followed along. It felt better and better the deeper it went into me.

Driven into me to the hilt, the guard began to pump my ass. It was wonderful, but even in this large cubicle there was not a lot of room to move. I was holding onto the rail on one wall, and he has crammed in behind me, between my ass and the wall. When he pulled back his bare ass hit the wall. When he pumped forward, my head hit the opposite wall. After a couple of awkward minutes of this, he suggested, "Let's go out into the main area where the urinals are." He pulled his cock out of my ass so I could stand.

Both of us pulled our pants up a little so we could shuffle out into the main area with the urinals and the hand-basins. Out there, he had me lean with my hands against a bare wall, my back and butt to him. I spread my legs a little to open my cheeks, and he positioned himself behind me once more.

"Get your shirt off," he told me. "I want to feel some naked man flesh against me." I quickly shucked off my t-shirt and cast it aside. Then his knob was between my buttocks once more. A little pressure and then he was sliding up into me again.

I felt his cock-head burst past the inner ring of muscle in my ass, then pushing its way deeper and deeper into me. Each fraction of an inch he went further into me felt better than the last. There was no pain at all this time, only supreme pleasure. His cock was considerably bigger than my hometown fuck-buddy's but that made it even more pleasurable.

The guard didn't waste a lot of time. He began to pump my ass like mad, and I seemed to feel him going deeper and deeper into me with every stroke. I was hard again, and while he pounded his cock into my willing ass, I pounded my own cock with my clenched hand. We came almost simultaneously. As he shot his load into my ass, I shot my load all over the wall, my third load in less than thirty minutes, a record even for me, who jerked off several times a day.

"Consider yourself punished," he grinned at me, as we dressed. "Now we'd better get back to the librarian," he said, "before she starts to wonder."

We stopped of at my special carrel to collect my books then headed downstairs to the main librarian's station. As we went down, the guard told me:

"Act repentant in front of the woman. It will save you a lot of grief." I nodded.

She saw us coming:

"Ah, there you are," she cried. "I've been waiting to close up," she cried, shoving my back-pack across her desk toward me as if it were infected with some dread disease and she wanted to be rid of it.

"Sorry," the guard said. "I'm on duty here all night, and I forget others have their beds to go home to. But I was giving this wicked young man a long lesson in how to behave."

'More like how to misbehave,' I thought to myself.

"Good!" she triumphed.

"Yes, he said, "and to pay for his misdemeanour, he's going to spend a week accompanying me on my rounds, starting tomorrow night, aren't you, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said meekly, but thinking jubilantly "All alone here with him all night every night for a week!"

"Yes," he continued. "I'm sure it will teach him more respect for this library, so you don't need to take the matter any further," he suggested.

"Well …," she started, a little doubtfully, but he hurried on.

"He's truly sorry for what he did. Such a sensitive, caring young woman as you wouldn't want to destroy his education and future for one little slip, would you?"

He had her!

"Well, if you put it that way, I guess not," she said. "I'd better get off home now," she said. "Will you lock up behind me?" she asked, as she headed for the main doors.

We watched her leave, then the guard turned to me.

"Does that 'punishment' sound fair to you?" he asked.

"Sounds more than fair!" I grinned.

"Good," he grinned back. "Now you'd better get off home and get plenty of sleep. You're going to need it for the coming nights."

As he lead me to the doors, he told me, "My name's Terry, by the way."

"And I'm, Tim," I told him.

"So I'll see you at the same carrel about the same time tomorrow night, Tim?"

"You bet!" I cried as I headed out the door and off home to my bed to think about the nights to come.

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