Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2007 11:21:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Scott Ugh 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. If you'd like to read more, send your requests to xxx_wishes@yahoo.com