Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2018 12:25:18 +0000 From: footboi Subject: Nicky's Library Lesson (Gay: Adult/Youth) a story by footboi This story is fiction, written by the author who is over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate sexual acts between a man and a boy for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to condone such acts. If that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. The author retains the copy-write. Nifty is truly a unique site and provides wonderful stories that are uploaded to it. It also a venue for authors to publish their stories, which may never see the light of day anywhere else. I would urge you to make a donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so we can enjoy this site for a long time to come. The author had great fun writing this, and hopes you will enjoy reading it too. Your comments will be greatly appreciated. Nicky's Library Lesson (M/b) ------------------- `You'll find the Music Collection behind the Flower Section, to your left.' The Librarian's voice betrayed his irritation. He was a tall, balding man and must have been in his early 40's. His fading tan and bright blue eyes hinted at a life beyond the dowdy books that surrounded his desk, but it was plain to Nicky that he was the cause of the Librarian's annoyance. Nicky was not to know that a visitor was a rare occurrence at this library. Although the Librarian dutifully opened the doors at 9 a.m. every day, he would be surprised if he saw another soul before he locked them back up again at 5 p.m. in the evening. Sadly, this was a sign of how little the citizens of the town cared about their library. Forgotten and ignored on the unfashionable side of the High Street, They were happy to leave it there, neglected and rarely given a glance. Nicky's presence, stood in front of the main reception desk, changed all that, at least for today. In stark contrast to the library's silence, Nicky's heart pounded like a hammer. So loud was it in his ears, he was certain that it had alerted the man to his present state of anxiety. At first, he enjoyed the drumming within his chest, as the adrenalin rush from the sheer audacity of his plan had excited him. That seemed like hours ago. Now, stood there in front of the imposing Librarian, his heart continued its rhythmic beat within, but his excitement had been replaced by fear now that the consequences of his actions had dawned upon him. ------------------- It all began with the guy he met playing Counter Strike all night just a month ago. To Nicky, that could have been a million years, so much had happened since. What turned it into an unforgettable night was that the guy turned out to be nearer 30, rather than 17 years old, as Nicky had originally guessed, but that was not the only reason. It was only after their thirtieth game that Nicky agreed to switch on his cam and chat. At first, he thought the man was kidding when he had informed him that he was far prettier than any girl he knew. Once he had realised that this was not a joke, the rest of what he discovered that night opened a door that he knew he could never shut, not that he would ever want to. Of course, this would have serious ramifications that only now he was vaguely aware of. Any scepticism he had about the man's observations had been completely dispelled by the next day, and by time he had returned from a trip to the shopping mall with his mum. This was a chore he normally hated, but this time he jumped at the opportunity, much to his mum's surprise. As the man had instructed, Nicky had dressed in the tiniest pair of swim shorts he could find, which, along with his hoodie, was something he would have never considered wearing on a boring to trip to the mall. The guy had also insisted he should be almost barefoot except for a pair of flip-flops. The problem was he did not have any and had to borrow his mum's who, luckily, had the same size feet as he did. By the time he had swept his long fair hair across one-side of his face, he could barely recognise the person who looked back at him from his bedroom mirror. As the online guy had warned, his mum had strongly disapproved of his choice of outfit. She thought it made him look far too feminine, but Nicky totally ignored her. His attention was only on the men at the mall, and their response was just as the guy had predicted. Not only did he get a lot of attention, one guy even squeezed his bum in Pret a Manger while in the queue for a hot chocolate drink with his mum. That would have freaked him out in the past, but certainly not now. Instead, it only made his already-raging boner peep further out of the top of his very tiny swim shorts. Dressing provocatively and parading up and down the local shopping centre with his mum was one thing. Going into town dressed like that on his own was quite another, and it took Nicky a further four weeks to build up the courage to do so. Now that he had, there was part of him that genuinely wished he had not. ------------------- Nicky felt vulnerable under the gaze of the Liberian. That day he had chosen to dress in a pair of tiny white shorts that rode so high up his thighs they immediately drew the eye. More so because they were transparent from more angles than Nicky actually realised. His red T-shirt, a gift from his aunt, was too large for him and covered the tops of his thighs like a mini skirt. It also fell from his left shoulder to expose the top of his sun kissed chest, along with one of his bronzed nipples. His fair hair was long enough to cover his ears but was not quite able to reach his shoulders. Meekly, he had crossed his long hairless legs as he stood there on feet with long, thin toes and perfectly manicured toenails, with just a hint of nail polish on each. While around his left ankle he wore a friendship band that matched his yellow flip-flops. His research had told him that he would look most beguiling that afternoon in the attire he had chosen. Now, with his feet hot and sweaty in his flip-flops, he had begun to regret his choice. It was far too late for that now and he could not turn back the clock, no matter how much he wished to. From the moment he left his house, Nicky had been accosted by different men in more ways than he thought was possible. Sometimes it would simply be a wolf whistle, at other times it would be an obscene suggestion. Some men followed him for a short distance before taking pictures of him on their phones. Most alarming of all were those who also followed him at a distance, but tried to disguise their obvious interest in him. Nicky was unsure what they would do next, and that unnerved him. He also began to wonder how pretty girls coped with this kind of attention day in and day out! At first, the attention had been exhilarating. That soon changed when he realised that he had no control over it. That made him feel very vulnerable and flustered, too. Strangely enough, it also made his cock stiffen and ache with pleasure, especially as his anxiety increased. The more men leered at him, the more excited he became. This did not make any sense at all, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before someone would notice the tell-tale lump in his tiny shorts. The bus into town had been crowded and there was not a single seat to be had. Long ago, Nicky had relinquished his to an elderly woman who rewarded him with a peck on his cheek. As he reddened from the attention he had received, the men who tightly surrounded him giggled. That was when Nicky realised that he was in trouble. As the bus bounced and rocked its way toward the centre of town, hands began to grope at him as he fell into the bodies pressed up against him. Fingers were pushed up his shorts searching for his secret places while hands caressed his arms and legs. It was impossible to fend off so many advances, indeed as he became more aroused, Nicky struggled less and less. He was very conflicted. After all, wasn't this precisely the kind of attention he thought he wanted? Of course, he had not expected it to be like this and it did not stop there. A new hand joined the others. It was more confident and deliberate than the rest and immediately slipped under the elastic of his shorts. It was warm but also rough and immediately found his balls, which it fondled before moving on to his erect cock. It stroked it with such vigour, it brought Nicky close to a climax. Worse than that, he knew that this stranger had discovered the fact he wanted this. This was a secret he certainly did not want to share and frantically looked about himself in a futile attempt to discover who the hand belonged to. It was impossible to tell from all the innocent-looking people that surrounded him. Instead, and driven by panic, he gave up and took the first opportunity to wriggle out of the trap and flee from the bus. Nicky dodged blindly through the crowded streets until he found himself in front of the library doors. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed inside, convinced he had found the perfect sanctuary. To his dismay he was soon joined by four of the hopeful suitors who had also been on that bus. That was when he had turned to the Librarian for help. ------------------- The Librarian looked down at the boy who, for all the world, could have been a girl, and a very pretty one at that, too. `Of course, I can help you child,' the Librarian replied to Nicky's large, round pleading eyes. `I can see that these men have been intimidating you. Don't worry, I will deal with them,' he continued, delighted to have been given a proper reason to be disturbed. Nicky's face turned a light shade of pink when he realised that the Librarian had misunderstood him. He had only wanted him to occupy the men's attention until they grew impatient and left. He certainly did not want a confrontation. Fearing the worst, he fled down to the Music Collection at the very back of the library. ------------------- `It seems as if you and I are alone together, at last.' This voice was not the Librarian's as the boy had expected, but one far more sinister. The lights had been switched off and it was now dark inside library. The only illumination came from the streetlights in the twilight evening outside. Nicky would learn later that the Librarian had thought that he had left and locked up, unaware that he had left two people inside. `Come on boy! I know you are still in here!' the man continued, `And I also know that you want it badly.' The man strode up and down the aisles of books in search of Nicky. In the gloom it was easy to evade him. When he got near, Nicky simply dodged safely to another aisle. If he was clever enough, he thought, he could frustrate the man until he got bored and gave up, and sure enough, he soon tired of this game. `Damn you kid! Go back to mummy, then. You could have had the experience of your life. Instead, you are just like too many other boys, too scared and stupid to be a real man!' Nicky froze. His hiding place was just a few metres from where the man stood. The realisation that he had given up on chasing him made his heart sink, and he realised that this was the last thing he wanted. Instead, all along, he wanted to be caught. A cough escaped his throat almost before he realised it. At the same time, he allowed a flip-flopped foot to appear in the pale light immediately in the man's path. Together, they sealed his fate. ------------------- `Well, don't just stare at me boy! Drop those shorts and let me see those cute balls I barely got hold of before you spoilt things and ran away!' The words hit Nicky as if he had been slapped in the face, and he reddened deeply as he shyly looked up into the man's eyes in the half-light. The man demanded that he reveal his most intimate secret and in the most humiliating way. Yet, Nicky was as conflicted as ever. That other feeling always accompanied his embarrassment, and his tightening balls told him that he had become painfully aroused once more. Nicky knew that this was precisely the situation he had often fantasised about during his daily masturbations. He was not sure why, but he had always longed to be stood naked, humiliated and vulnerable in front of a man who wanted his body. The knowledge that he could attract exactly this kind of man was the reason why he was in this predicament. It was what he really wanted and, yes, needed. That was why Nicky, meekly, allowed his shorts to fall to the polished floor and lifted his T-shirt. `You have a very pretty cock for a girlie boy,' the man teased. `I was so pleased that you were not just another boring girl when I first spotted you on that bus,' he continued. `What am I saying? You are far prettier than any girl out there, and I am certain you know that too!' What had caused him to make those remarks was the view of the lovely four-inch cock that now stood erect and proud against Nicky's pubis. In stark contrast to Nicky's bronzed thighs, his pubic skin was snow-white and unsullied by any hair, which only made the view the more appealing. `Damn it, kid! I usually prefer my targets to be a bit older, but that sexy little cock of yours deserve to broken in, just like that cute little ass,' the man said as he spun Nicky around. `Little sluts like you need to be taught a lesson.' The man ripped Nicky's T-shirt in two as he tore it from his shoulders. Doing so exposed Nicky's tanned, flat chest along with two dark nipples that stood proud from his breast, just like the sensitive pimples they were. He seized Nicky's balls and squeezed them firmly together in his palm. Nicky could not help but moan as the pain sapped the strength from his legs and forced him to stagger against his suitor to remain on his feet. A breathless gasp followed as the pain reached his lungs, yet Nicky marvelled at how this merely increased the intensity of his passion. It compelled him to wrap both arms around the man's waist and will him to squeeze his balls harder. The man was in control, however, and ignored Nicky's silent plea. Instead, his rough hands had found the boy's cock and made the boy thrash his head side to side as his tight foreskin was peeled back and the man's thumb spread oozing fluid over his cock's head. He then tipped Nicky's head back and kissed him. Nicky, momentarily surprised by the invasion, quickly relaxed to allow the thick slug of a tongue free entry. He had never been kissed like this before, but had watched plenty of YouTube tutorials on how to do it, and had a pretty good idea about what he should do. Totally naked, save for his yellow flip-flops, Nicky reached up on tip-toe and embraced his suitor's neck and furtively kissed back. Strong hands lifted him into the air as his wet lips were torn away from the man's. Nicky felt like a baby as the man carried him into the centre of the library and dumped him, face-first, on one of the numerous, rather old fashioned, reading tables that populated the place. Raised to facilitate reading while standing, the table conveniently forced Nicky's bum into the air and at the perfect height to be fucked. With his full weight now on the table, Nicky's flip flops slid from his feet as his legs dangled almost a foot from the floor. He then felt two warm hands force apart his buttocks to reveal his dark hole. The man's sloppy tongue invade his anus before one finger, follow by a second, entered him. He barely had time to process what the man was doing before the pain forced a scream from him as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. All the time the man's other hand massaged and rolled Nicky's exposed balls and pumped his stiff little cock. `This is going to hurt a bit my girly boy, but I know you can take my seven inches like the slut you are,' the man warned through rasping breath. Nicky barely heard a word the man said. Instead, he was in a state of rapture as his hole was stretched to take his suitor's mammoth cock. Those rough fingers had found his pleasure spot and ocean waves of intense pleasure washed over him, something he had never experienced before in his entire life. Each thrust had Nicky demurely begging the man not to stop. If that meant exchanging those fingers for a cock, he did not care. No matter how much he tried, Nicky was unable to suppress his scream when that enormous cock attempted to force its way into him. He was convinced that it would tear him apart as it stretched his objecting sphincter way beyond what he thought possible. Just when he thought that he could not bear the pain any longer it began to ease. Finally, the man had succeeded in getting his full seven inches into Nicky and left him dangling from his rock-solid pole like a glove puppet. It was plain to Nicky that the man's passion was equal to his, if not more. His hands were slick with sweat as they held him steady, while each guttural breath matched every thrust of his steel cock. The knowledge that he could unlock this much craven desire in such a powerful man reinvigorated Nicky's own lust. The revelation that he had this kind of power over men, left Nicky completely intoxicated. It would be a drug he would never be able to live without. Very quickly, Nicky's objections to this invasion were replaced by moans of ecstasy as he began to enjoy a new sensation inside his anal passage. It was as if he had been attached to a massive engine as he was rocked back and forth by the rhythmic fucking. Too soon the man's tempo increased as he neared his climax. Bent double over the boy, his hot sweat poured from him and soaked Nicky's fair hair and drenched his back. Yet, he still had time to run his rough hands along Nicky's naked spine and up the back of his neck, while his thumbs caressed Nicky's hairless armpits. With his eyes shut tight, Nicky's world had been reduced to each movement the man made. His great weight had pinned him to the table while his huge cock ground into him like a steel tipped piston. Waves of bliss washed through Nicky, from his head to the tips of his beautifully pointed toes. Nicky was in a helpless state of ecstasy. Neither the pain from teeth that nibbled on his ear lobes, nor the hot breath that seared his exposed neck could break his reverie. Pressed down hard on that wooden table, Nicky did not care about the saliva that issued from the corner of his half open lips. His focus was on his own orgasm, possibly his third, that sent his cum spurting across the library floor while his bum continued to be punished by that relentless force inside of it. The man's momentum increased, turning Nicky into a rag doll and pummelling him into the table that threatened to collapse in protest. Then the man froze and released the boiling seed that burst from his ungiving cock and scorched the insides of the boy's gut. ------------------- The Library was now silent and dark. The man had long gone when the boy finally found the strength to lift himself off the table. He was weak and every muscle in his body ached. As did, his throbbing anus that felt cold and open as a trail of the man's seed ran down the inside of his naked thighs. Nicky longed to have that fabulous cock inside him once more, but his immediate concern was to get home. He knew his mum would be worried. In the pale light that streamed through the open library window, Nicky soon located his smartphone and travel card, but his shorts and flip-flops were missing. Among the tattered remains of his T-shirt, he came across a crumpled piece of paper. On it was penned a brief note: "You were a great fuck, kid. Ring this number anytime you want some more. When you do, you can pick up the souvenirs I took from you." Now how was he going to get home wearing nothing, not even his mum's flip-flops, Nicky wondered? The thought immediately brought his cock back to life once more, and he smiled. He could not wait to meet that guy again. END