"Librarian's Luck" from the files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480

I fell in lust with the dude the first time I saw him walk into 
the Hawkins branch, but I never for a minute figured anything 
would come of it.  I'm a librarian, and I don't meet a lot of men 
through work.  Most of the patrons here at Hawkins tend to be 
retired folks and suburban housewives looking for the latest 
steamy romance novel.  Besides, I'm too shy to put the moves on 
some strange guy who might happen to walk in.

That didn't stop me from looking, however.  The man was gorgeous--
he'd obviously come in right off the contruction site, and he 
really stood out from the blue hairs and the Laura Ashley clones.  
He was the type of man you'd have noticed anyplace--tall, built, 
tan, with dark curly hair and arms to die for.  He was wearing 
worn-out jeans and a T-shirt that was streaked with dirt.  The 
pants were tucked into his high-top construction boots, and he was 
still wearing his hard hat, pushed way back on his head.

He left the stack of books he was carrying at the returns desk 
across the lobby and disappeared into the stacks. I managed to 
stamp six books with the wrong date, something I never do, before 
I finally got my mind back on business .

I'd put him in the back of my mind and was cataloging some new 
books that had just come in when I became aware of a strong 
masculine scent of sweat and another, subtler, slightly musky odor 
that made my nostrils quiver. I looked up from my work, and the 
guy was standing at the desk, flashing me a thousand watt smile. I 
just stood there, looking back at him, feeling like someone had 
slammed a fist into my gut.

"Can I ask you a question?" he said finally, when it became 
painfully obvious that I wasn't going to start any conversations.

"Uh...sure," I stammered, wondering what the hell kind of question 
a guy like this would want to ask me.

"I was wondering if you could reserve a couple of books for me?"

I nodded, mesmerized by his face. His eyes were a startling blue 
color, and the stubble on his jaw accented its strong square 
lines. He had a fine brown down on his cheekbones, and his 
eyebrows grew together above his prominent nose. I knew I was 
staring at him, but I was powerless to stop. I finally forced 
myself to look down at the counter and take a deep breath.

"I'd be happy to do that, sir. What titles are you interested in?"

"Middlemarch" by George Eliot and "Persuasion" by Jane Austen. I'm 
working my way through famous women authors." He stood there like 
it was the most natural thing in the world for a hunk of his 
magnitude to be reading his way through the 19th century. Maybe it 
was, but it was a tough association for me to make. "You do have 
copies of those books at this branch, don't you?" he asked 
patiently after I'd continued to stand like a dummy.

"We sure do," I assured him eagerly, jumping for the computer 
keyboard. "I'll check and see when they're due back." I misspelled 
Jane Austen four times but finally determined that the books were 
due back the following day. "They'll be in by 4 tomorrow. The 
patron who has them now is a stickler for returning books on 
time."

"See you then. Oh, yes, my name's Reynolds--Adam Reynolds. Take 
care, Jonas." With that he turned and walked out, leaving me 
gaping at his compact ass. I spent a good five minutes wondering 
how he knew my name before I remembered that my nameplate was out 
on the counter where it always was when I was on duty. It took me 
20 minutes to calm down enough to ease the pressure that had 
suddenly built up in my crotch. It took a lot longer for the 
sticky wet spot in my shorts to dry.

I was at the desk again the next afternoon when he loped back up 
the stairs to pick up his books. "I took the afternoon off for 
bike riding," he said, winking at me conspiratorially. I guess 
that was meant to explain the way he was dressed, but I didn't 
much care about the reason...I was totally overwhelmed by the 
effect. He was wearing a pair of bright-orange nylon shorts, white 
socks, and tennis shoes. His body more than lived up to the 
promise of those arms I'd drooled over the day before. His pecs 
curved out full and tight, crowned with big brown nipples. A line 
of fuzz split him from his throat to the waistband of his shorts, 
fanning out over his rippling abs. His bare legs were thick with 
muscle, covered with long silky hairs that curled in ringlets on 
the insides of his thighs. His shorts were cut high on the sides, 
and I could see a flash of his ass cheeks, paler than his legs, 
the hair there more like fine short down. He was shiny with sweat, 
and pulsing veins corded his arms from wrist to shoulder.

"That's nice," I squeaked, suddenly realizing that a lot of time 
had passed since he spoke. "I've got your books right here, sir."

"Call me Adam," he offered. "I'm going to be a regular customer 
here, so you might as well."

"Fine, Adam," I gulped, thinking that I'd never met a man called 
that before. "They're due back in two weeks."

"Oh, I'll be back long before then, Jonas. Take care and enjoy the 
weather." He gave me a jaunty little salute and left me with an 
incredible vision of his furry armpit, drops of sweat glistening 
in the tufts of hair that curled against the pale, tender skin. I 
watched through the plate-glass doors as he unchained his bike and 
secured his books.

This was too much for me to take. I got a coworker to cover for me 
and slipped off to the bathroom. I ducked into a stall and locked 
the door behind me, unbuckling my belt and slipping my trousers 
down around my knees. My cock was hard before I touched it, 
swollen to full length by the vision I'd just seen. I palmed the 
underside, and my balls snapped up tight between my legs.

I looked down at my dick, watching the knob swell up as it tried 
to fight its way out of its hood. I'd never have a body like Adam 
Reynolds's, but I did have a big dick. At 11 inches from pubes to 
piss hole, it was quite impressive. The veiny shaft was fat enough 
that I couldn't make my fingers meet when I fisted it, no matter 
how hard I squeezed. The few guys who'd seen it always seemed 
surprised that it was growing between my legs.

I'm not the bodybuilder type, if you know what I mean. I'm slender 
and rather small-boned, so maybe they expected a dick in 
proportion to the rest of me. In high school it had been 
embarrassing to get into the showers with the rest of the guys...I 
wasn't the type who enjoyed being called Pony Boy by the jocks. 
I'd gotten a hell of a lot of pleasure out of my prick over the 
years, but it hadn't given me as much self-confidence as you might 
figure.

Right now, though, I had the confidence to close my eyes and revel 
in the image that was burned into my brain. I leaned back against 
the wall of the stall and went at it with both hands, licking my 
lips at the thought of sucking one of Adam's succulent tits, 
chewing the fleshy point in the center till it was all swollen and 
so sensitive that his whole body would quake when I tongued it.

My come tube was puffed out tight against my pistoning fingers, 
and the slime was oozing out the slit, dripping down and 
splattering on the rim of the toilet. I thrust my hips forward, 
aiming for Adam's full, sensual lips as I imagined him kneeling 
between my legs, eager to suck my hot meat down his tight throat. 
I shuddered at the thought of smacking his handsome face with my 
cock, leaving honey streaked across his cheeks.

My prick head was getting so swollen that I couldn't get the skin 
up over it anymore. It all bunched up behind the rim of the crown, 
getting frothy with my juice. I thought about Adam's ass, pushing 
out tight against his jeans and against the shorts he'd been 
wearing today. How would it feel to wedge my cock up his ass, 
sinking into the hot, moist channel and building up enough 
friction to set us both on fire? "Pretty fucking outrageous", I 
thought, my whole body tensing up as I started to blow into the 
toilet. The first shot splashed noisily in the water, then my 
prick flexed wildly, slipping out of my hands and slapping me in 
the belly. I pumped a blast of cream all over the wall above the 
toilet-paper holder and watched it drip down over the graffiti 
scratched into the gray enamel paint. I pointed the hard shaft 
down again and finished emptying my balls into the toilet, then 
collapsed, panting, against the wall of the stall.

I heard the outer door open just then and flushed the toilet, 
mopping up my mess and pulling my pants back up at the same time. 
When I left the stall, the guy at the urinal gave me a funny look, 
but I ignored him as I stumbled out of the bathroom and went back 
to my post. It was the first jack-off break I'd ever taken while I 
was at work.

Over the next few weeks, Adam became a regular at the library, 
just like he'd promised. He not only took out books, he also 
started discussing them with me, and we rapidly became literary 
buddies of a sort. I have to admit that I kept track of what he 
was checking out, then went to my shelves at home to make sure I 
had the novel fresh in my mind when he came back to talk about it. 
He was reading great books that I loved, but if he'd been reading 
"Mechanics Illustrated", I must admit that I would have read it as 
well.

This afternoon he came bounding up the stairs, looking as excited 
as hell. "I have made the big score, Jonas," he beamed, leaning 
across the desk and putting his face close to mine. "The garage 
sale of the century," he elaborated, noticing my puzzled look. "I 
got six boxes of books for $5 a box."

"That's great. What did you get?"

"The first box was a complete set of Thackeray," he chuckled, 
acting like he'd just found money. "I only glanced in the others, 
but it's a treasure trove. I was so damned nervous, I could hardly 
write the check." He looked at me intently for a few moments, then 
continued, "I was wondering if you'd like to come over and sort 
through them with me?"

"Yes," I managed, not quite sure that I should believe my ears. 
Talking with this guy was one thing, and I fantasized about him 
all the time, but to be in his apartment? The mind boggled at the 
prospect! "I'd be happy to look at them sometime."

"How about this evening? When do you get off?"

"About half an hour from now," I said, starting to feel incredibly 
nervous. I wasn't completely sure I could handle this. It was 
comparable to a kid being locked in a candy store.

"Great, Jonas. I'll run a couple of errands and pick you up here 
at 5." He left before I could even say good-bye.

The next half hour passed in a haze. When I got outside, he was 
waiting for me, dressed in those orange shorts again. "Hop on," he 
said, indicating the carrier on the back of his bicycle. "Hold on 
to me and keep your feet out of the spokes!" I did as he said, my 
palms burning as I grabbed onto his muscle ridged sides.

The ride back to his apartment was heaven--every time he stopped 
for a traffic light, he'd stand up and the backs of his bulging 
thighs would press against my knees. After about ten minutes, he 
started to sweat, and the salty water trickled down his sides and 
over my fingers. At one point, he braked suddenly, and my face 
smacked against his back. I spent the rest of the ride in ecstasy, 
licking the salt off my lips.

The boxes of books had been piled in the middle of the living 
room. Adam dropped to his knees and started emptying them as soon 
as we got in the door, holding up special finds for my approval. I 
got caught up in the excitement and knelt beside him, shoulders 
touching as we stacked the books in neat piles on top of the 
coffee table.

As we finished with the last box, Adam turned and looked at me. He 
didn't say anything for a while and neither did I. I was intensely 
aware of him--the down on his cheeks, his long eyelashes 
fluttering when he blinked, the gentle rise and fall of his chest 
as he breathed. I thought I should say something, but my tongue 
stuck to the roof of my mouth. "You're a very sexy guy, Jonas," he 
said finally.

"Huh?" Those were the last words I had ever expected to hear from 
his lips. He had to be putting me on, I figured. It was a cruel 
thing to do.

"I mean it," he continued. "You serious, intellectual types really 
get to me." He reached up and carefully took off my glasses, 
setting them on top of a stack of books. "I've seen you watching 
me, Jonas. I sort of turn you on, don't I?"

Sort of! There was understatement for you! I still couldn't say 
anything, so I just nodded, blinking at him nervously. He leaned 
toward me and brushed his mouth against mine, jolting me like an 
electric shock. Then his tongue slipped between my lips, and he 
pushed me down onto the floor, his big body hovering over me.

I put my hands on his neck and returned his kiss, my lips grinding 
against his, our tongues thrusting and parrying back and forth. My 
hands slipped down over his shoulders to his chest. His pecs were 
hard as rocks, and his fur tickled my palms as I stroked the 
concave arch of his belly. He writhed around above me, purring 
like a big cat as I rubbed his belly, my fingers catching in the 
waistband of his shorts. My hands slipped inside, raking through 
the dense thatch of his pubes. His cock was getting hard, 
straining to get out of the pouch of his jockstrap. I curled my 
fingers around the shaft and pulled it up, stroking the hot tube 
of flesh eagerly.

He was clipped, the arrow-shaped head nudged my wrist as I tickled 
his fuzzy balls. I let my fingers stray back as far as I dared, 
burning to touch the sweaty furrow between his hard ass cheeks. I 
expected him to pull my hand away, but instead he started wiggling 
his ass provocatively, his tongue ramming deeper down my throat.

"Let's get naked," he suggested, standing up and peeling out of 
his shorts. I got up and began fumbling with my buttons, staring 
at the top of his head as he knelt to untie his shoes. When my 
trousers slipped to the floor, Adam looked up, and a flash of lust 
twinkled in his blue eyes. He nudged his head between my legs and 
began tonguing my nuts. My cock slapped my belly loudly when he 
first made contact, and I had to grab his shoulders to keep from 
falling.

Adam sucked my nuts till I thought I was going to come on the 
spot. He'd pull the bag down tight between my thighs, stretching 
the cords to the absolute limit, then mash his head in tight, 
licking the hard ridge between my asshole and my balls. Then he 
hooked a finger around the base of my meat and pulled it down 
level with his mouth.

He stuck out his tongue and touched it to the tip of my knob, then 
shucked my foreskin forward hard, covering his tongue snugly. My 
hands slipped from his shoulders down over his chest, my fingers 
seeking those nipples I'd fantasized about for so long. They were 
already hard against my fingers, and I felt his pecs flex even 
tighter as I tugged on them, pulling them out taut. His big hands 
clamped down on my butt, and he punched all 11 inches of my thick 
cock meat down his throat in one smooth move.

I yelped with pleasure and surprise, feeling the muscles in his 
throat flex and tighten along every throbbing inch of my prick. He 
shook his head from side to side, putting pressure on all the 
right spots. I humped my hips, pushing back against his hands, 
watching as my prick reappeared, all wet and glistening with his 
spit. He pulled me back in to the hilt, his forehead slapping my 
gut, the stubble on his jaw prickling the insides of my thighs.

I would have been content to stand like that till the end of the 
world, figuring things couldn't get any better, but Adam had other 
ideas. "How'd you like to fuck a horny construction worker?" he 
asked, coming up off me and sitting back on his haunches. He stuck 
a thick finger into my hood, rubbing all around the swollen flange 
on my knob.

"Stand up and turn around," I barked, surprised by the gruff sound 
of my voice. Adam jumped to his feet and did as I said, flexing 
his ass cheeks seductively. "Bend over and bare it," I ordered, 
emboldened by his ready response to the first command. He looked 
over his shoulder and winked, then grabbed his ass and leaned 
forward, pulling his cheeks wide apart.

I dropped to my knees for a close inspection. His asshole was 
tucked in at the base of his furry crack, a tight brownish 
inviting pucker ringed by short dark hairs. I slipped my arms 
around his waist and pulled him back, burying my nose in his 
crack. I forced his dick back between his legs, managing to get 
the juicy pink head pulled up to within an inch of his hole. When 
I licked his cock and pressed my tongue against the ring of muscle 
guarding his rear entry, he shivered, and the hairs on his ass 
stood on end.

"Oh, yes, Jonas," he moaned when I jammed deep inside. "Oh, man, 
that feels so good. Lick my hungry hole, man. Ream it out good. 
Get me juiced up so you can fuck me with that big hooded club of 
yours. I want it bad. Real bad." I set to work eagerly, 
alternating my tongue with my fingers till I had his ring nice and 
springy, like a thick rubber band.

"I've got a cap for that somewhere," he grinned back at me, 
stepping away briefly and rummaging in a drawer. He pulled out a 
foil-wrapped packet and ripped it open. "Giant size," he leered, 
plopping the lubed rubber on the head of my cock. He pulled my 
skin back onto the shaft and unrolled the safe. It was a tight 
fit, the pressure making me get even harder. "Go easy, buddy," he 
whispered, getting down on the floor on his side. He pulled his 
left leg up against his chest, and I knelt, straddling his other 
leg, my cock riding his hairy thigh.

I fingered him for a few more minutes, loving the way his ring 
tightened down every time I dug in deep. I found his joy knob on 
about the second poke and started working it, his grunts of sheer 
animal pleasure making my balls tingle. I finally couldn't wait 
any longer and mashed the head of my dick against the target. He 
tensed slightly as I pressed forward, his hand fluttering against 
my belly as I forced my way in.

"I'm hurting, Jonas," he groaned when I was into him about four 
inches or so. I held my hips steady, leaning down to lick along 
his side, up to his succulent nipple. I sucked and chewed on it 
till his cock grabber stopped having spasms, then slowly worked my 
way in deeper till I was buried up to the balls.

Damn, he was hot and tight inside! I started moving my hips in a 
slow circle, keeping my dick buried deep and sucking his tit till 
his prick was hard again. Then I started fucking, pulling out real 
slow and easy, letting his ring squeeze every throbbing inch of 
me.

"Roll over on your back," I whispered after I'd been riding him 
for about ten minutes. He scissored his leg over my head, clasping 
his hands behind his neck and holding his legs up in a wide V. 
"Now flex!" I demanded. His biceps bulged, and his abs popped out 
into a series of furry ridges. "I love your body," I groaned, 
grabbing his arms and pulling myself in deep.

"And I love your big hard dick in me," he groaned, doing something 
with his belly muscles that made it feel like he had little hands 
up inside of him. "Why don't you just let loose and fuck me till 
my head caves in?"

I started humping, fucking like I'd never fucked before. Every 
thrust wrenched a deep groan out of him. His head rolled back and 
forth on the floor, and his swollen meat flexed and jerked around 
on his hairy gut like it was going to explode. I forgot about 
everything in the world except the sensations running up my cock 
and through my whole body.

"I'm getting close, man," he groaned softly, looking up at me 
through half-closed eyes. "Fuck the come out of me, Jonas. Make me 
blow." I plowed him like a wild man, my nuts smacking his crack as 
I battered his prostate with every stroke. Adam lay there, eyes 
glazed with lust, the head of his dick swelling up and turning a 
nice shiny purple.

Before long he started thrashing around under me, every muscle 
bulging. Then a big glob of white filled his come hole, drooling 
down onto his sweaty gut. One more thrust and he was off, the come 
blasting out of him like water out of a fire hose. He splattered 
jism on his neck and chest, then filled his navel till it ran down 
his sides onto the floor. The sight and smell of it did me in, and 
I joined him, ballooning the tip of the rubber with my load of 
scum.

"You shy guys are dangerous," he chuckled afterward, stroking the 
back of my neck as I lay sprawled out on top of him. "Once you get 
revved up--watch out! It's funny, you know. After I found those 
books, I had a feeling that this was going to be a lucky day. I 
just didn't know how lucky." He slipped his hand down my crack and 
tickled my balls, snapping my cock back to full attention. "Real 
lucky," he leered.

"Yeah," I grunted, shaking my head in wonder. Him lucky? Right! I 
licked the thick point of his left tit and started fucking him 
again. All of a sudden I was feeling pretty lucky myself.