dan76

I am at the new Seattle branch library, poised over a public access computer workstation. I've been working late on a project for work, research, catalog, indexing... Completely mind numbing stuff. However it goes smoother when I'm doing it in public where I can people watch or occassionally eavesdrop on a private conversation.

It was toward the end of the evening and I was about to start wrapping things up and head out. Nothing too interesting happeded. A few kids getting online for thier favorite humor sites, some older folks trying to figure out how to send an email, nothing too earth shattering. I spun my head around at the sound of a woman gasping. Behind me, a few computers down, a man was looking back at the woman, mouth agape. He was nervously trying to close the internet window he had open, on which was a near full-screen picture of a firm, rotund assed, svelt woman's bottom in a pair of lace panties. He looked flushed as he studdered "Uh... Uh... it- it's a message board. I didn't, it's not-."

It was rather amusing seeing him so flustered over what was obviously a poor choice of links for him to click on. He was caught off guard, but while trying to explain (what for?) the woman snatched up her things and stormed away. We watched, he anxious, I entertained, if she went to security. She must have had mercy on him for she went down the escalator instead of to the information desk.

It wasn't until then that he noticed me, palms up, still in the deer in headlights face. It was cute. I simply gave him a friendly smile - to let him know it was okay - a "hey we're both guys, I know how it goes," look. It was recieved in kind, and his face changed to an embarassed grin. He looked back at his monitor to close the window at last, and gave me a second look out of the corner of his eye.

Ah, I thought. He's checking me out. I couldn't help but smile. He wasn't my type (a woman) but that didn't mean I wasn't curious. I sat up straight and tried to look suave to give him a better image in his mind. Who looks attractive slouching? In the reflection of my monitor I decided to stick around to see how far I could bait him.



Several minutes passed by, and I tried to look like I was busy. The man had changed gears, scanning several different sites - The New York Times dot Com, local news, and several message boards. He occassionally turned back to check me out as I stood up or if I bent over to pick up my pad and pen that I kept "accidently" knocking onto the floor. Whoops. He was obviously interested, but he was definitely not taking any hints. What the hey? It was almost Christmas. I decided to make it easy on him.

I shut down my station and started gathering my things. He stopped what he was reading and looked over. He looked patheticly sober, probably expecting me to check out.

I moved over right next to his station, one of a few that were open. His eyebrows raised up at me as he realized where I was headed. "Glare," I said.

"What?" I don't think he quite expected me to say anything to him. A shy gay man?

"I couldn't see the monitor with the window glare," I grined.

"Ah," he nodded as he changed from Salon to some other pop culture website I didn't recognize.

I purposefully leaned over with my head just above his shoulder to set my bag under the table by my feet. He stretched his neck out towards me. Drakkar, I thought. Ah, a newgay. No wonder this is taking so long.

Usually when I'm hanging out with my gay friends and they drag me to a gay bar or club or coffee house someone is asking for my number within the first 15 minutes. I was about at that time now, but then again, this was the library.

"That's a nice cologne," I lied.

He perked right up. "Thanks." His grin was completely cute. If he were a girl I would totally fuck him. "It's my favorite." Bad answer, but he was interesting. He definitely had a warmth to his personae that was appealing for some reason. Still not taking the hint though. I decided it was time to get drastic.

I pulled up an erotic text site. It was well done really. They must have been putting it together with public internet in mind. I was knee deep into a threesome story when I began noticing the bulge under my pants. It didn't take much in the hard chairs with the blood pooling in my pelvis. It was a half self-induced morning wood. Normally I would have adjusted it to make it less noticeable, but that would have defeated the point. Glancing over at him, he hadn't yet looked, so it was time to get overt.

Looking around quickly to be sure no one else could see, I rested my hand over my crotch and continued reading. I turned in my chair 3/4 toward him and leaned back. It was suprisingly comfortable and I was enjoying the sensation of my hand through the denim, nails scratching over the bulge of my shaft, up and down to the base, repeat. He finally began noticing, and I started reading from the beginning. My breaths were getting deeper and shorter, and I tried to look discreet.

He was busy trying be discreet looking at me in turn. I looked up at him and our eyes met. He looked away at first, but then back, and I could see his pelvis squirming to subdue his erection. I began rubbing over my jeans more, his eyes were down in my lap. It was very arousing, reading sex on the screen, watching him getting aroused at me. His mound was huge now. I began feeling an irresisable urge to find out how hard he was and what he was packing in there. Down the notepad went on the floor. I bent down and used his thigh to support myself.

He didn't miss a beat and leaned back just enough for me to reach him. For good measure he butted the back of his chair against mine, blocking view from behind. I grasped his cock in my hands and he let out a sigh. It was throbbing in my hand and I cupped his balls getting up. It felt nice, strangely erotic. It was a place I'd never been before.

I stood up and gathered my things. I shut down my station. I looked around. There was no one on our level. What time was it? I looked at my watch, and was taken aback. 2 hours had passed. What was I doing? This wasn't me. I'm straight. I thought. And I walked to the restroom to clear my thoughts. I turned back at him and his eyes were on me, following me with his eyes.



In the restroom I looked in the mirror at my face. It was different to me. What was I doing? And why am I still hard?

A few moments later I heard the door open and I straightened up, turning on the faucet and washed my hands. When I looked up I realized it was him. He had a confused look on his face. Sweet Jesus, he thought I was leading him in here. I looked at him for a moment. He looked good. There was something different in his eyes. He was hungry.

I turned to face him. Stop. What are you doing? Get out! The voices yelled at me in my head, but my feet weren't listening. I took a step toward him. He didn't move. I looked into his eyes, he was yearning, eager, but a statue. I smiled Putty, I thought. He wants me to be the boss and I couldn't stop myself.

Before I knew it I was a breath away from his face and my hand had found his cock over his pants. He inched forward to kiss me. I don't know why, but I let him. What am I doing? And, why do I not mind?

His hand rand down the front of my shirt, down to my groin and found my rock hard cock. We gracefully moved into a stall and shut the door behind us.



His hands were flying to undo my pants and I stood there, willfully letting him. He opened my pants like a child opens a birthday present, tearing through the wrapping and examining it's contents at first sight with suprise and delight. It stood out at him and he kneeled down for close inspection. I felt his warm moist breath upon it. I closed my eyes and fell against the divider for support. I was about to explode, but not yet.

He placed both hands flat on my pelvis, framing me. His hands were warm and rough. I thought he might be a laborer from his touch. It distracted me from it's tactile difference from a woman's hand to a point. At that moment a soft, wet tongue glided slowly up my shaft, just to below the head, and I moaned deeply. I couldn't believe the sensation. I braced myself as his tongue did it's work. Back up the shaft, down again, his hands slowly caressing the skin over my pelvis, and his thumbs finding the crease of my leg and groin, back against my scrotum, to my pareneum. With that he devoured my cock whole, grasping it at the base. I begain breathing hard, moans echoing agaisnt the tile. His hand followed the movement of his head, twisting his hand in opposing motions, but something was different. His hand slid over the flesh, not pulling. It was a perfect motion. The room started getting dark, and I was seeing stars.

I pushed his head away. NO, was it merely a thought or was I able to speak it? I was gasping for air. I wasn't ready. He looked up at me, longing. I touched his chin an gently motioned for him to stand. His eyes were level with mine and I could smell myself on his face. I wanted to taste myself on him and my tongue grazed his upper lip. He thrust his tongue down my mouth as I readily accepted it, his hand jerking my slippery wet cock. But I still wasn't ready.

I thrust him away against the opposing divider. My couriosity had gotten the best of me. I wanted to know what it was like. How did it taste? How does it feel on your tongue? I bent down and felt his crotch. It was throbbing through his pants now. It was such a powerful sensation, practicly indescribable, feeling my effect on him. I realized I was smiling from ear to ear as my hand caressing him made him moan. His trousers opened easily, and his cock stood before me. Now what? I thought to myself. It felt like the first time I gave head to my girlfriend in high school. I fought back the nightmare of that incident, determined to better myself with this second chance at a first time. Just treat it like you want a girl - anyone to do it I thought.

With the tip of my tongue I rounded the edge of his cock's head, grasping it firmly at the base. With my other hand gently running up and down the shaft. I became relieved as his moans released with my touch. It was like playing an instrument. I smelled his musky aroma and realized it was a mixture of him and... a delicous fragrance. It wasn't Drakkar. It was smooth, a fresh shave and fair skin leading up to his base and scrotum, turning a purplish red, revealing some hispanic (or otherwise). It felt eroticly different, holding a cock that wasn't my own.

He began to shake as I filled my mouth with him, his moans getting short. My tonge began working the underside of his shaft, my own sweet spot. I took his cue and letting some spit come down to ease the motions of my hand as it slid around at a corkscrew motion at his base. He let out a loud yell as his legs constricted.

With an odd sense of determination I began to suck and jack him. With a final moan he came. It filled my mouth and I tasted cum for the first time. He slumped against the wall as I took the last of him in my mouth, pacing the rythm of his post-orgasm twitches. He quietly bent down and lifted his trousers. I spit him into the bowl beside us. I waited for him to reciprocate as he casually gathered himself and walked back to the sinks. He touched up his hair and without a look left.

Dammit, I was going to have blueballs.