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Disclaimers: If you are offended by homosexual sexual material, I'm not liable for your offence. If you're underage, I will not go to court if you sue. I own all characters, situations, quality of writing, and errors.

This one is shorter than the first of this series, as I wanted to see what I could do in 5,000 words or less, so if the pacing seems a little off, that'd be why. I know I shouldn't sacrifice the integrity of the work for number's sake, but I wanted to at least try it. I still hope you enjoy it the same; it was definitely a challenge for me to write this situation, as I typically don't delve into stuff like this.

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I've grown fond of libraries in the past few years. I don't read as often as I should, but in need of quiet moments outside of my house, I've found that the seemingly intellectual quiet environment sates that desire. If I wanted to watch people interact with each other in a relaxed setting, I would visit a bar. However, if I wanted to watch people concentrate and focus on specific tasks, I would travel to the library.

The art deco inspired building had a certain pretentious vibe. It certainly wasn't cozy, but I guess a library doesn't need to function as a place of relaxation. Sharp linear shapes decorated the walls, doors, windows, columns, and ends of the bookcases, ironically distracting those whose eyes tend to wander when focus was waning. I'm not saying they were bad designs; it just seemed somehow out of place.

I sat at the end of a long wooden table, which happened to be at the end of a room. A series of large windows stood over me, allowing in the dying sunlight. My laptop was open for audio purposes, as I had a few music scores in front of me for perusal. I've found Hindemith's Kammermusik to be quite fascinating in regards to the different chamber groups, let alone Hindemith's stock harmonic material. It may not be interesting to most, but I find it mildly entertaining. I lightly marked general notes, such as formal analysis and basic pitch material sets as I went.

I finished the first two groups of pieces, and was beginning the third (The Cello Concerto was probably my favorite in the series), when I noticed a black wolf sit down at the other end of the table, against the windows. His clothes suggested that he was a casual laid back guy. He wore a simple blue shirt and tan cargo pants, and shuffled around in flip flops. He was a trim wolf as well, about my height (six feet even for those who are curious), and had carried about fifteen massive books with him to his spot. They towered over him, almost in an oppressive manner as he powered up his laptop. He looked extraordinarily stressed about something. I guess he had a paper due, probably tomorrow morning or something, judging by how frantic and stressed he seemed.

"Studying the symphony, eh?" I muttered to myself as I looked at his books. Every single one had to do with the development of the symphony in some form or fashion. I even recognized some of those books from my researching days at the university. I looked at the lone wolf again. He was rather cute; he had a twinkish vibe about him, but still looked his age. He certainly had looks, if not brains, apparently. His green eyes darted from book to book, not sure where to start. I sighed, picked up my laptop and scores, and walked around the table next to him.

"Mind if I sit here? I need the outlet for my laptop," I asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry about taking so much space," he said, shifting some books over.

"It's not a problem. What are you up to?" I asked.

"Damn fifteen paper due later this week for the 2nd semester of music history. I can only do it tonight and tomorrow night, so I'm kind of stressed at the moment."

"It's not a problem. Need any help?"

"I think I got it, thanks though."

I sat down, and pulled out my charger. I plugged it into the socket that was placed on the wall behind us, and returned to my perusal of Hindemith's Kammermusiks. Keys clicked as he frantically wrote his paper. I occasionally looked over to see how he was progressing. Though he typed fast, he was sloppy. Numerous grammatical and typographical errors appeared, and he didn't spend the time to correct them. I guess he would save that for his revision, since his time was crunched. I read some of his work as he went along. He noted the fact that the symphony came from string quartets, and he mentioned some earlier works. He muttered to himself as he went along, cussing under his breath as he shifted between the books and the laptop.

We sat there for an hour, attending to our muses. I had three sets of pieces to go, when I noticed his paw idly scratch his crotch out of the corner of my eye. His bulge had become quite prominent over the past hour. I unconsciously licked my lips, but kept my focus on my music. But every so often, I'd watch his paw travel to his crotch and give it a nice scratch, readjusting the contents.

"Oh! I'm sorry about that man," he blushed, finally noticing my gaze. "I haven't pawed off in a week, and I'm kind of...you know."

"No, I don't know. What are you feeling?" I asked sarcastically. His embarrassment was kind of cute, but his forwardness about it was really interesting. He blushed again. I smirked to myself, and looked around, noting the lack of bodies in the room. I never been one to do stuff in public, but...tonight, I was feeling a bit adventurous. We returned to our work, but all I could think about was how I could achieve what I had recently planned. I quickly caught my chance to act. His paw reached for his crotch again. But, I beat him to it.

"What are you, ohhhh--" he moaned lightly as I groped him. His package was thick and hot, even with the fabric in the way.

"Shhhh...." I shushed him with my finger. "If you're quiet, we won't get caught," I said teasingly.

"Caught doing what?" I shushed him again and I slowly slid out of my seat and onto the floor. He stared at me wide eyed. I don't know if he was gay or not, but I think he knew what was about to happen, and he certainly wasn't about to stop me.

Once on the floor, I moved between his legs. I grabbed onto his thighs, pulling myself up to a crouched kneeling position. From here, I unbuckled his pants, and pulled down the waistband of his underwear. Even with the small opening, a wave of strong musk hit my nose. It was delectably male, and though it was rather strong for my taste, it wasn't unpleasant by any means. I grabbed the root of his red cock, and pulled it out of the confines of his underwear.

It was a thick nine inches long. It had a downwards curve to it, and it was leaking slightly. Judging by the way he was fidgeting, it was probably really sensitive too. I squeezed firmly, and found my hypothesis to be accurate. It was also very warm to the touch, heating up my paw as I held it in the open air.

"We...we can't do this...I don't even kno-ohhh god!" He gasped. I grasped his cock again to make him quiet.

"We will get caught if you keep moaning out loud. Just work, I'll take care of this." He whined and seemed to focus once again on his paper, though I could tell he really wasn't, not that I could blame him. I tasted the tip, sending a shiver throughout his body. His pre, though not as copious or as pungent as most, still had a sweet flavor to it. I cleaned the tip of his pointed cock, and plunged down.

His body jerked forward, colliding against the table, creating a dull thud as I swallowed his cock whole. I held his cock in my mouth for a moment, letting him try to regain his composure. He was breathing rather heavy, as his stomach lightly touched my forehead every time he took a breath. Once he settled, I began to move. I bobbed my head in short strokes, letting the tip tease the back of my throat. I wasn't exactly deep throating him, but it was pretty damn close. My rough tongue slid back and forth along the underside of his cock, and he shivered in response. His leg was actually shaking as I went along, groping his balls through his pants in the process. They were nice and plump, and added to his sporadic twitches.

I pulled back slightly just so I could get a decent breath, and began to work with the first half of his cock. Every so often, I pull off completely just to tease the pointed tip with his tongue. He hissed as he tried to work, body visibly shaking under my ministrations. He was leaking a little more now, showing his increased arousal. I grinned as I sucked him off. Apparently, he really needed this.

I pulled him out completely, setting him breathe a little bit. I slowly stoked his cock with my paw, just so it wouldn't go soft on me. His leg was twitching like mad, and my own cock was now fully erect, straining against my own pants. I contemplated jacking off underneath the table, but that might not be as easy to do stealthily. I tapped his thigh to let him know that I was going to continue. I took a deep breath and plunged once more on his throbbing dick.

"Hey, Mike!" afemale voice interrupted our reverie.

I froze up. Mike (assuming that was the poor guy I was tending to), jumped in his seat.

"Oh! H-Hey!" He stuttered, trying to keep calm.

"You alright?" The mystery voice spoke again.

"Y-yeah, just a little stressed. You scared me as well, haha..." Mike laughed, at least finding a decent reason for his jump beyond me sucking him off under the table. They talked for a bit. I wasn't exactly paying attention to what was being said; I was more focused on not trying to be discovered.As long as the person doesn't sit down, we should be-

I turned my head at the sound of the chair moving across the carpet. The chair pulled out, and someone sat down.

Shitshitshit

Thinking quickly, I spread my legs into a very bad split, ass off of the ground. I balanced my upped body by grabbing the small support beam that ran along the edge of the table, all the while, Mike's cock was still in my mouth. I glanced down and saw two legs cross underneath me. This could be interesting.....

Mike gave a slight moan. My heart stopped for a moment.

"You sure you're ok?" She asked again.

"Yeah, I've had a stomach ache for a while, but I need to get this paper done..." Good boy, Mike.

"I've been having a cold myself recently." Well, that explains why she hadn't smelled us yet, I had wondered about that. "Here's to our general health," she muttered. Their conversation stopped, and I had no idea had was going on above me, which was both frightening, and terribly exciting at the same time. I had to catch my breath though. I slowly pulled off some, trying not to make any jarring movements. Mike tensed up, and I stopped about halfway along his cock and resumed breathing through my nose.

Every so often my mouth or tongue would twitch, and Mike reacted appropriately as we went through this torture together. It was bad for me, because this wasn't exactly an ideal position, and I was beginning to get tired. Sweat was forming at my brow, and my lips were drying. I involuntarily swallowed. Mike must have felt it, as I watched in almost slow motion as Mikes leg kicked out, and struck the female guest.

Fuck.

"Ow!"She hissed, and reached down to rub her leg.

I leaned forward a bit more, my head resting against Mike's abdomen.

"Sorry! My leg, uh, twitched. Really bad. You ok?" He kind of lied, trying to draw the attention from down below. I held my breath, and I was actually pretty scared at this point.

"Oh, it's fine. I needed to leave anyways.Nice chatting with you, and good luck on your paper!" She got up and left.

My legs fell out from under me and I fell on my ass. Mike's cock flopped down, bouncing as I released it from its prison.

"You ok?" His head appeared from above.

"Yeah, yeah. Jesus, that was scary," I grinned. He looked rather pale. I glanced down at his cock, which was now dripping with need. I looked at his face once more. An idea hatched in my head.

"Meet in the basement, room B012 within ten minutes if you want to continue," I winked.

"But my paper-"

"You can finish it, it's not that hard. You need this more than your paper." I got up from under the table, and held up my fingers above my head.

"Ah! There's my contact!" I said louder than I normally would have, just to give a verbal reason of why I was down there. No one seemed to notice my disappearance or reappearance. I unhooked my laptop, and put the scores on the book cart.

"Remember, B012," I reminded him. He gulped, and I walked away.

I was one of those students that was fortunate enough to have a key to some of the classrooms in the basement. Don't know why they thought I needed it since I had no real use for it, but now I was grateful. It was also fortunate that they never asked for it again; I'm pretty sure I got mine by mistake, but I'm not complaining. They also hadn't changed the locks either. I sat in the empty classroom. The lights were off, and no one really went down into the basement at this time of night, so I wasn't as worried about being caught. The only light was the streetlights the leaked from the small windows that were on the top of one of the walls. I made sure that no one else was in any of the adjacent classroom just to be safe, and then I waited.

Ten minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I partially opened the door, and found Mike standing there, laptop in hand.

"Glad you could make it," I smiled, opened the door letting him in.

"Y-yeah," he said, not sure what to say. He placed his laptop in a chair. Once he turned around, I pounced.

Not really, mind you, but I gave him a very sloppy kiss on the lips. He resisted at first, mostly from shock of my forwardness, and then let me in. While we made out, I unzipped his pants once more, letting his leaking cock spring free. I gently stroked it, making his body twitch as we continued to orally explore each other. He pulled away for a breath.

"Damn, I guess I really did need this..." he admitted.

"Told you," I smirked, gripping his cock a little harder making him gasp. I knelt down, and resumed sucking his shaft. His knees buckled, and he sat down on the desk that was conveniently behind him. I slowly pulled his pants and underwear down, letting his balls hag freely. They were large and round, and hung quite a way away from his body. I fondled them, making him moan some more. He whined as I pulled him out of my mouth. I released his balls, and stood up.

I slowly unbuckled my pants, almost in a strip-tease. I let them fall to the floor with a heavy _flumph_before attending to my undergarments. I hooked my thumb along the inside, and moved it towards the back, revealing my toned rump in the air. I pulled them down slowly, and soon they joined my pants on the floor.

"Wow..." he breathed, wide-eyed at my cock. He gulped.

"Oh, no. You're the one that needs to fuck tonight, not me," I said, reassuring him that he wouldn't be taking me.

"But, I've never topped before," he confessed.

"You're telling me that a handsome guy like you hasn't stuck his dick inside of someone's ass before?" I asked in disbelief. He nodded.

"Well, first time for everything," I said, turning around, bracing myself against another desk. He sat on his desk, transfixed on my ass.

"Well? It won't fuck itself," I urged, arcing my back some to reveal my hole to him. He slowly got up in a sort of trance, like he was drawn to my ass as it was some sort of holy object.His warm paws grasped my hips in a tentative manner. He spread my muscular cheeks apart, almost as if he was making sure that it was indeed an ass. I felt warmth, but not from a cock.

Mike had gone the adventurous route and went with the tongue, surprising me. The broad wet muscle licked along my hole, making me moan from the unexpected rimjob. I leaned against it, hoping that he'd apply a little more force and enter me, but he never did. He was content with licking me, and I was alright with that, as my cock throbbed in response.

But, as all good things do, he ceased his actions. The cool air of the room wafted across my now slickened hole, causing it to clench. But, the cold respite was short lived. I felt the tip of his molten cock prod around my ass, striking various points before hitting its mark.

It was not a smooth entry. I grunted as he forced his way in. His thick cock spread my hole relentlessly, almost to the point of pain. I had no prior preparation, so this was kind of expected. But, this wouldn't be an issue. He pulled out some and rammed my ass again, getting almost half of him inside. He held there for a moment, and I could feel his slightly elevated heartbeat.

"You ok?" I asked, fondling myself slightly.

"Yeah, I just-god damn, it feels so good..." he panted.

"I'm glad it does," I said, pushing back against him. He shivered and got the hint. Mike pulled out some more before hastily ramming back inside, this time, completely hilting me.

"Ohh...there we go," I moaned as I was spread deliciously. My innards quivered around his thick cock, making the necessary adjustments.

Mike, however, was dumbstruck. I could feel his leg twitching against mine, a sure sign of his arousal level. I may have been ready for him, but he wasn't ready for me just yet. It was actually pretty funny, having a guy react like this. I've never met someone so damn sensitive that their entire body twitches. I pushed back again, telling him I was ready to go, and that he should get moving soon.

It was a slow start. He obviously had never performed these particular motions before, at least, not in this context. He pulled out fine, but his thrust in lacked a certain fluidity to it. It was sluggish as his cock was roughly pushed down my hole. It still sent tingles of pleasure throughout my body, but it lacked the comfort than was usually associated with it. He did manage to hilt me once more, stretching me nicely. He pulled back, and continued again.

Slowly, his rhythm started to form. It was actually getting to be a nice pace after the slow start. I aided him a little by pushing back, sating my own pleasure along the way. My cock throbbed beneath me, dripping pre on the floor as he slowly fucked me. He gripped my hips harder, and started to apply a bit more force. He grunted with every thrust, and his low hanging balls were starting to slap my own. He was actually starting to do a decent job as a top, once he picked up his pace.

The tip of his cock poked along the bottom of my intestinal tract, delighting those rarely prodded nerves. His pre was starting to really flow now, and those pokes increasingly became more and more slippery. Now that he was startingto get it, I was able to actually enjoy myself a little bit. I sighed as I let him fuck me, enjoying the sparks of pleasure he brought. My body rocked in time as he was not entirely gentle with me, but it wasn't anything jarring. It was almost relaxing, and yet, there was some edge to it that kept me on my toes.

Mike changed the grips on my hips. Suddenly, his pace completely changed as he picked up the tempo. His strokes were now significantly shorter, and I felt the lump at the base of his cock slowly inflate. He practically piston-fucked me as his knot swelled, and more and more resistance was met as it crossed the threshold my hole.

Soon, it became too large to easily insert. Mike whined as he tried to rapidly insert it, but I wasn't going to have that. I clenched my hole tightly, squeezing his cock and making him groan in frustration and pleasure.

"You have to be careful with that, you might hurt someone..." I advised, knowing that it probably wouldn't register. He tried again, but he wasn't going anywhere. He gave up after a while, and that's when I relaxed. He felt the change in pressure around his cock, and gently tried to force it in. It must have been eight inches thick; it completely engulfed my anus as he pushed. I pushed back and soon, our combined efforts allowed entry.

He yelled as his knot entered me. The molten ball of flesh pressed right up against my prostate, sending a series of electrical shocks through my body. My cock viciously throbbed, striking the underside of the desk that I was hunched over. The exit was not easy, but he wasn't concerned about that. He jackhammered my ass, trying to get to release as fast as he could, building up the pleasurable sensations. I, not wanting to be left behind, started to stroke my own dick. My hole clenched some with the powerful sensations surging along my nervous system, adding to Mike's pleasure. His leg was actually almost kicking me as his hips thrust forth, turning him into a fucking machine.

But soon, the dam burst, and he yelled again as his came inside of me. Rapid-fire shots of cum spurted inside of me, and his knot swelled a tiny bit more, smashing my prostate. I came from the added pressure, my juices flying forth, splattering against the front legs of the desk.

He was still jackhammering my ass. I was bewildered; most usually stop humping me as they orgasm, but Mike continued with animalistic fervency. His knot almost seemed to swell again as his orgasm continued, his speech become incoherent. My own orgasm subsided, as his raged on. I was actually starting to feel a bit bloated from all of the cum he had shot inside of me, but his hips still pistonedonwards. I actually felt his cock swell slightly, and then, he pulled back too far.

With the aid of his own cum acting as a lubricant, his cock ejected itself from my ass with a slightly painful pop, and he fell on his own behind. I turned around to make sure he was ok, just to see him cum again. His deep red cock was twitching madly as another display of rapid-fire shots of cum shot through the air like fireworks. His tongue lolled at the side of his mouth, all dignity and composure lost as he succumbed to the blissful pleasure of orgasm. Streaks of cum splashed again his chest and belly, and eventually, so much of it had pooled at his navel, that it leaked down his sides and was soaking the carpet.

He collapsed on his back as he finished. Mike was breathing rather heavily, his chest rising and falling deeply. His cock fell to the side, and only a steady stream of cum remained of his orgasm. My own still left my tingly, but seeing that display made my cock slowly harden again.

"Mike...?" I called out to him. No response. Did I kill him?

"Mike..." I walked over to him, and crouched down.

He was asleep.

He came so hard, he blacked-out. I did a small face-palm.

...So much for his paper.

"Actually..." an idea struck me as I laughed over the sleepy body of Mike. I grabbed his laptop, and found that it didn't lock when he shut it, which was in my fortune. I put on my clothes, and began to work. I felt partially responsible for getting him into this mess, and it would be an ass of me to just leave him there without doing something to help him. I typed away, and occasionally opened a book to check a reference here and there. At least he couldn't say I hurt his academic efforts...

Two days had passed since my adventure with Mike. I finished a little over half of his paper, allowing him to at least finish it on his own. I left him the outline that I worked off of, so that way if he decides to go with what I had written, it'd be coherent and cohesive. Based on the first paragraph he wrote, I matched his writing style the best I could. Though his style was less elaborate than mine, the simplicity was still intelligent. He was very to the point and was efficient with his words.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I was eating dinner. I glanced at it, and found that an unknown number had texted me.

"Hey, thanks for the night a couple of days ago." So it was Mike.

"At first, I was pissed at you and myself for ..indulging myself as I really needed to work on my paper. But, I found that you did a little bit for me. Normally, I wouldn't accept that kind of help as it is academically unsound, but I couldn't really pass it up. Thanks for at least giving me a way to contact you, Gage, and I do appreciate your concern for my well-being. I hope you're doing well.

-Mike."

I smiled as I read the text. I'm glad that he enjoyed himself, despite the fact that I could have ruined a class for him. But, he needed the stress relief. No one should go that long with sexual tension. I locked my phone, and placed it in my pocket. I left my number for him just in case he was mad, but I'm glad it turned out alright. Maybe next time, I could show him how to really top someone...