6 comments/ 27082 views/ 20 favorites Librarians Have Feelings, Too By: LoveIsUniversal If Jeremy had the opportunity to grow fond of another man, then there would be no turning back. On a Saturday night, the forty-three-year-old man would be the last employee to leave the library. He had to the lock the doors in the main offices before he left home. He let the custodians finish their job as they cleaned the rest of the building for the remainder of the evening. It proved to be a simple task. He knew how everything worked in the building. Everything appeared to be incredibly customary to him. Jeremy worked as a librarian for over eleven years. He felt proud of being one, providing information for individuals of all ages and organizing works of timeless literature. But his occupation did have its own set of inconveniences. The most aggravating would be the women who try to flirt with him while he worked. Some of the females who visited this library were visibly attracted to him. He knew because most of them either gave him a come-hither look or a card with their phone number written on it. Jeremy already understood why they felt fascinated with his charisma and his intellect. He was a handsome man. His glasses and his dark brown hair, which he grew at shoulder length, gave him the appearance of an alluring university professor. The women, especially those who were around the same age as him, adored the appeal that surrounded this man. Jeremy, however, didn't find the flirtatious glances very gratifying at times. On occasion, the mild seduction brought about by those who visited the library only reminded him of his bitter marriage that ended nine years ago. He didn't want to return to the past, but the nonstop flirtations pulled him back. He didn't want to provide verbal commentary on those who gave him such enticing looks simply because he didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. In the end, after a few unsuccessful dates with different women, he devoted himself to his occupation instead of his yearning for another spouse. The heavens began to fade into temporary gloom over the city of Anaheim. The setting sun finally descended into the western horizon, and left behind a dark blue hue that overwhelmed the evening sky. Southern California anticipated the routine change in light and temperature with the activation of its street lights. But the slow progression to a silent and serene evening would take some time. Traffic returned to the freeways as countless civilians headed for home after hours of today's employment. One of them, namely Jeremy, couldn't wait to get home. As soon as he exited the library, Jeremy found the crescent moon ascending from the eastern hills as the evening sky remained untouched with its dark blue hue. The cool breeze of an early autumn struck his arms and face. The unspoiled sensation in the air brought a sense of relief in his body and mind. The man took a brief stroll to the parking lot. But before he could reach his parked sedan, he spotted something in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see someone leaning against a tall lamppost that stood near the main parking lot. The person wore a black t-shirt and white pants, and appeared to have a black jacket wrapped around his waist. He had long smooth black hair and light brown skin. He fixed his gaze on the concrete sidewalk in front of him. Jeremy took a few steps closer without even catching the person's attention. Jeremy recognized him. His name was Lonnie, and he had been visiting this library often for at least a full year. Lonnie, a nineteen-year-old Native-American man, had grown to admire the librarian. For the first few months since his first visit, the two of them had nothing but small talk. Later on, however, they gained a trust. They began to discuss more personal matters other than books and magazines that had been available on the shelves. Jeremy learned more about Lonnie's life, including his sexual orientation. Jeremy couldn't say much about the young man's attraction towards other men, simply because it didn't bother either of them at all. Lonnie felt proud of himself, despite the obstacles that he had to face in his younger years. In addition, both had an undying attraction towards classic literature, which brought them closer together. They became friends, and now Jeremy wanted to know why Lonnie looked so disheartened on such a splendid evening. "Hello, Lonnie." The young man looked up from the asphalt and found Jeremy standing a few feet away from him. His expression changed to that of relief. "Hey, Jeremy. Are you heading home?" "I was about to, until I noticed that unhappy look on your face. What's wrong?" Lonnie had his arms folded across his chest as he replied, "I've been having a bad day." "How bad?" Lonnie sighed as he fixed his gaze on the asphalt again. "You don't want to hear about it. Trust me." "I'm your friend. I want to know what's gong on. Is it about college? Because I know you're struggling a bit with academics. You told me." "That's right. But that's not the only reason." Jeremy stepped a bit closer towards him. "So it's much worse than I think." "I'm broke, and I just got into a car accident a few hours ago. It's nothing serious. The other driver is still alive and healthy. But I have to pay for the damages, and it's gonna cost at least a thousand dollars. What's worse is I don't have insurance. My car is in the shop. I had to lie to the mechanics that I would give them money until I received my next paycheck. It's not gonna do me any good, anyway. Working at a grocery store part-time doesn't exactly equal a satisfying income." "I'm sorry to hear that." "But it's much worse. I just lost my job two days ago." That surprised Jeremy even more. "I don't see a good reason why they would let you go." "They're closing the store. Business hasn't been good for a while, so they're letting every single employee go, including me. So not only am I broke, but I'm no longer employed." "That's quite the bad luck, Lonnie." "And it doesn't end there. You know that I'm working to get my Economics degree, right?" "That's right. You've mentioned that plenty of times." Lonnie seemed hesitant when he said, "I don't think I'm right for that sort of thing." "You don't feel confident anymore?" "I haven't felt confident since I graduated from high school." "I thought you liked studying Economics. What changed?" Lonnie put his hands in his pockets as he stood away from the lamppost. "Look, I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll just leave." "You're not doing anything that's even remotely troublesome. I do want to hear more about what's been happening in your life." "Well, you have to go home, don't you?" "That can wait. I want to know if you're going to be okay." "Come on, I wouldn't want to bore you with all the details." Jeremy remained keen on discovering the truth. "I never walk away from a friend in need, Lonnie." The young man gave a slight nod. "I guess we can talk about it somewhere else. It's getting dark here." The lampposts around the library and parking lot had lit up as the evening gloom began to spread in Anaheim. The dark blue hue in the sky had been replaced with a mixture of black and violet. The soaring palm trees that surrounded the library began to sway a little harder due to the expanding gusts of wind. Strands of Lonnie's long hair ascended and began to move to and fro with the evening breeze. Jeremy shot a glance at his watch. It was now ten minutes after seven. "How did you get here without your car?" "The car repair shop isn't too far off from here. I just took a walk. I wanted to stay here for a while because I just wanted to get away from what's been tormenting me. I just wanted to forget about college, unemployment, my car, my parents." "Why would you want to get away from your parents?" Lonnie looked like he was about to say something, but after a few seconds of apparent uncertainty, he said, "Maybe we should talk about this later." Jeremy had another idea. "I can take you home if you'd like. I know that Lincoln Avenue is pretty far away from here." Lonnie still lived with his parents because, just like numerous students in the United States, he couldn't afford a dorm room in college. "I don't want to return home just yet. I told my Mom and Dad that I would be staying at my friend's house. I lied. I just didn't want to deal with them tonight." "Then, I'll take you to my place. You can spend the night there." "I don't think that's necessary." "Don't worry about a thing, Lonnie. I'm providing you temporary shelter because I care." "You do?" "We've known each other for at least a year. I think we count as real friends." Lonnie gave a little smile. "Then, to your place it is." The Native-American man followed the librarian to his parked sedan. As soon as they left the parking lot, Jeremy used the local streets as he headed straight to Anaheim Hills, a lavish middle-class community situated on the north side of Orange County's Santa Ana Mountains. As he sat in the passenger seat, Lonnie remarked, "Thanks a lot, Mr. Hawkins." Jeremy replied, "Please, call me Jeremy from now on. You still call me by my last name sometimes. I don't get it." Lonnie chuckled. "I'm sorry. I don't know why. I guess it's because I'm a lot younger than you are." "I can't argue with that." When they stopped at a red light, Jeremy asked, "So why do you want to get away from your parents?" Lonnie took a deep breath before he replied, "They're the ones who wanted me to pursue a career in Economics." "Is that so?" "They're always positive that I can be a financial analyst or something. It's ironic because I don't even have any money right now." The light turned green, and Hawkins kept on driving. "What do you really want to be?" "Don't laugh, but I want to be a musician. I always have, and I still do." "You mean like a concert pianist?" "No, I mean like a rock star. I've always wanted to play the guitar. I did when I was in high school. Unfortunately, my parents didn't think that my musical abilities could catch on, so they told me to get rid of the guitar." "That sounds harsh." "It is, and it still hurts. When I try to tell them that I want to be a musician, they reject it straight away. They tell me that I would be better off with a more important career. They recommended that I choose either Chemistry or Political Science or even Marine Biology. I chose Economics because it seemed like the one that intrigued me the most. I tried to tell myself that the alternate option for the future would be ideal. The motivation didn't work. I still have the urge to follow my original dream. But at the same time, I keep thinking about what my parents have always told me. I can't decide between their passion and my own. It's driving me crazy, man." "I can only imagine the pressure that they've pushed you into." "If I go with Economics, then I won't feel good about myself. If I go with rock music, then I'll let my entire family down. I just can't decide." Lonnie buried his head in his hands, and it almost sounded as if he let out a groan of frustration. "My life's gone to absolute crap right now." Jeremy tried to comfort him in the best way possible. He kept his eyes on the road as he said, "Don't give up. I'll be there to help you. As a matter of fact, I'm doing it right now." Lonnie moved his hands away from his face. "Jeremy, has anyone ever told you how generous you are?" "Yes, and I'm almost sick of hearing about it." A genuine smile formed on Lonnie's face. "You're a cool guy, you know that?" "I'm well aware of it." Jeremy gave a brief sidelong glance at Lonnie and caught a glimpse of what looked like a rather infatuated look on the young man's face. Jeremy had an uneasy feeling for the past few months whenever Lonnie gave him that look. Whenever they held discussions in the library concerning politics and literature, Lonnie would sometimes look as if he stared at his significant other during a romantic dinner. Jeremy didn't want to feel convinced that his young friend acted like the women who flirted with him. But if Lonnie's newest fascination proved to be a reality, then the librarian still wouldn't express his criticism towards a dear companion. They reached Jeremy's residence in less than ten minutes. The entire neighborhood featured rows upon rows of large suburban houses that stood on the smooth hilltops. Middle-class families typically resided here in Anaheim Hills, but several wealthy individuals had found a home in more specific locations in the community. As soon as they entered his two-story house, Jeremy asked if Lonnie wanted something to eat or drink. "I'll just have a piece of fruit, an apple or pear. I didn't eat dinner, but I'm not that hungry." Lonnie placed his black jacket on the sofa. Jeremy opened up his own jacket, which revealed a dark blue polo shirt underneath. He went into the kitchen and brought back a peach after washing it in the sink. He found Lonnie staring at a picture frame on an end table near the TV set. The young man had never visited this place before, so everything inside appeared new to him, including the picture of a smiling redheaded woman. He pointed to the picture frame and asked, "Is that Tara, your ex-wife?" "Yes, that's right." Jeremy handed the peach to Lonnie. "Is she still living in Rhode Island?" "That's correct. My fifteen-year-old son is living with her now. I hardly ever see him because Tara had remarried a few years ago. My son seems to admire her new husband more than me." "That's just not right." Jeremy sighed. "I still can't believe it didn't work out for the two of us." "Look on the bright side, though. You still have the chance to redeem yourself. There are still plenty of people out there who would see you as a great husband, or at least a partner. I mean, look at you. You're handsome, you're intelligent, and you're never afraid to be sincere. I, too, like that in a man." Jeremy turned away from the picture frame to look Lonnie in the eyes, only to rediscover the same infatuated stare as before. Jeremy cleared his throat and said, "So tell me more about your passion for music." The two of them sat beside each other on the sofa. Lonnie provided more information concerning his younger years without even taking a bite out of his peach. He had wanted to become a musician when he turned thirteen. He would visit his best friend who owned both an electric guitar and a drum set in the garage. They would do occasional jams before they managed to memorize and perform certain rock songs a couple of years later. Lonnie remembered when he and his friend played "Higher," the phenomenal hit single from the post-grunge rock band Creed, in its entirety. Those five minutes had become one of his fondest memories. "But the music didn't last. My parents took my true passion away from me. They kept telling me that I would be considered a loser and a low-life if I took the so-called 'rock star' approach." Lonnie looked defeated when he remarked, "I really should have defended myself, but I couldn't. Now, I'm taking classes for Economics, and it's stressing me out. This is not what I want to be. I want to tell the truth to my parents, but I'm afraid it might be the same result as before. The things that happened this week didn't do much to erase the pain." Jeremy moved just an inch closer to him as he murmured, "I guess we both have problems. Your career path and my bitter divorce are tearing us apart. Life is at its poorest at this point." Lonnie placed his uneaten fruit on the brown-colored coffee table. "There's an upside to all this, Jeremy. You bring me comfort at the most appropriate moments." "Is that so?" "I know it sounds a little stupid, but every time we spend time at the library, it's almost as if I'm taken to another dimension. Do you know what I mean? Your presence is always soothing. Whenever you're around, you help me forget all the crap that's been affecting my life." It took Jeremy a few seconds to give an official reply. "I'm flattered...somewhat." "You know, it's a shame that your wife left you. But in the end, you deserve better." Lonnie caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. It was now seven-thirty. He picked up the peach from the coffee table and began to consume it. The invisible resurgence of hunger seemed to have found a spot in Lonnie's body. For the next thirty minutes, Lonnie and Jeremy conversed over trivial matters such as sports and French literature. They set aside personal problems so they could concentrate on relaxation for the night. During their conversation, Jeremy noticed the same awestruck stare that Lonnie began to convey again. Even as they discussed Victor Hugo and the World Series, Lonnie couldn't keep his eyes off of him. This was when the librarian assumed that the nineteen-year-old man might have clung to more intimate feelings over the past several months. But Jeremy didn't flinch. He didn't even feel uncomfortable. He just felt pleased that he brought a sense of reassurance toward one of his most frequent visitors. As soon as Lonnie took another bite out of his half-eaten peach, Jeremy made a keen observation. A small thin trail of juice poured from the fruit and slid down Lonnie's wrist. For some odd reason, Jeremy couldn't look away from it. The sight of it almost made him shiver. To further heighten the compelling presentation, Lonnie recognized the juice trial and cleaned his skin with his tongue. The slow and smooth movement of the tongue forced Jeremy to take a slow deep breath. Lonnie looked up and asked, "What's wrong?" Jeremy shook his head. "It's nothing. I'm going to get a glass of water. I'll be right back." He left the young man alone as he entered the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. After taking a sip of water that originated from the faucet, Jeremy closed his eyes for a brief moment. He couldn't stop thinking of Lonnie. The librarian viewed him as a close friend ever since they first met. But something made him feel unusual about their relationship. Since the consumption of fruit, Jeremy began to see him as a fine-looking human being. In fact, the mere thought of Lonnie licking his skin made Jeremy feel aroused. He opened his eyes again. He whispered to himself that he shouldn't think this way about another man. But he couldn't help it. Lonnie was so intriguing in both mind and body. Jeremy took another sip of water before he left the glass on the counter and left the kitchen. When he returned to the living room, Lonnie stood near the stereo shelf system, examining the endless collection of CD's that lay inside an enormous wooden cabinet. He had left the half-eaten peach on the coffee table. After taking his jacket off and placing it on the recliner, Jeremy stepped closer towards the shelves, though he grew more cautious when standing next to the young man. "Impressive, isn't it? I've always admired classical music ever since I turned twelve." Lonnie smiled. "It looks really neat. I don't know much about classical music. I mean, I've listened to Mozart and Brahms a few times, but I haven't delved deeper into it." "I think it's time you gained a deeper appreciation for this genre." "I'd be happy to." Jeremy selected a CD from the top shelf. "The third track should help you relax after everything you've been through lately. It's called 'The Swan,' and it's from a composer named Camille Saint-Saëns." He inserted the disc inside the stereo, skipped a couple of tracks, and pressed "Play" on the remote. He and Lonnie sat back down on the sofa. The first calm notes of the piano emerged from the speakers. Then, the sounds of the lone cello filled the entire living room with its soothing resonance. Jeremy allowed the music to calm his mind and his soul. The French composition was a safe haven, and Jeremy wanted to indulge in such a healthy paradise. Librarians Have Feelings, Too Halfway through the music, he turned his head to give Lonnie a temporary glance. But when he did, he didn't want to look away. Neither of them could. Lonnie gave a smile, and Jeremy smiled back. The young man remarked, "I don't think it's about a swan." "What makes you say that?" Lonnie gave a brief glance at something below Jeremy's chest. "The cello makes me think of a pond in the middle of the woods. It's summertime. The leaves are green, and the water is fresh." He edged closer towards Jeremy as he continued, "And instead of a swan, I see a man in the water. He's bathing. He enjoys the feel of the cool water touching his skin. After a while, someone else joins him. It's his lover. The two of them begin to make love." Jeremy finally looked away. "That's quite an imagination you've got there." "I think it's natural." Jeremy didn't quite expect it, but could no longer give brief glances. He gazed at Lonnie's entire body, from his legs to his long black hair. The fascination returned, as did his urge to explore different things beyond their seemingly unbreakable friendship. "Do you like what you see?" That question almost caught Jeremy off guard. He had almost become oblivious to Lonnie's indisputable come-hither look. Now, they remained fixated on each other. And it almost looked as if Lonnie wanted to give him a kiss. Jeremy pulled on the neckline of his polo shirt. "This feels very awkward to me." The speakers on the stereo had grown silent, signifying the end of "The Swan." Jeremy turned off the stereo and asked, "Would you like to hear something else?" At this point, Lonnie looked defeated. He sighed before replying, "No, I think I want to go and take a shower. Is that okay with you?" "That's fine. You can use the bathroom upstairs. Just take the hallway and it'll be on your left side. You can find a towel in the hallway closet." "Thanks." Lonnie didn't say another word as he left the living room. Jeremy could only assume that he had just hurt the young man's feelings. The look of dejection as he walked away looked so genuine. Jeremy sat back down on the sofa. He realized that Lonnie wanted to make a move on him. An immediate refusal had been the final result. Jeremy didn't want them to be more than just friends, at least that's what he felt for a moment. He looked down at the coffee table and observed the bite marks on the half-eaten peach. The exposed interior, with its soft flesh and an almost golden tone, gave the fruit a more sensual appearance. All of a sudden, Jeremy reflected on how it was consumed. Images of Lonnie biting down on the flesh and licking the juices from his arm began to reappear in his mind. Jeremy shook his head in a fierce manner. He tried to fight it for a moment, but ultimately he continued to repeat the images of a Native-American aficionado in his head. The mental reflections provided a sense of liberation. They made him take deeper breaths as he kept his eyes closed. For the first time in his life, he fantasized about someone who wasn't a female. It almost bothered him, but in the end, he didn't care. It gave him an undiscovered delight that conquered his entire body. He wanted to become more intimate with Lonnie, who surely must have felt the same way. He stayed still for a few more minutes before he stood up and went upstairs in a quickened pace. He reached the end of the hallway and found the bathroom door partially open. Florescent light from the other side seeped through the opening and flooded the hardwood floor. Flowing water could be heard from inside the bathroom. Jeremy wondered why Lonnie would leave the door open, since he could have opened the window to let the air out. Then, he had a feeling that this what Lonnie wanted. But Jeremy didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, he wanted to surprise him. Jeremy took a peek inside the bathroom. The dark green shower curtains blocked the image of a potentially naked companion. Jeremy opened the door even wider. He stepped inside to pick up the black t-shirt from the granite vanity top. But just as he was about to leave the room, the uninterrupted sound of rushing water caught his attention. Something didn't feel right. The shower lacked inconsistent splashing and gushing. It felt as though the small enclosed space denied any human existence whatsoever. Jeremy placed the t-shirt back on the vanity top and took a few steps forward in front of the shower curtains. He could sense that there was no one in the water. "Lonnie? Are you in there?" There was no response. Jeremy opened up the curtains. The bathtub was empty. Jeremy turned the valve to shut off the water. The bathroom grew silent, with the sole exception of the last water drops descending from the nozzle and onto the ivory surface. "Surprised, aren't you?" Jeremy immediately turned around and saw Lonnie at the open entrance. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and he appeared dry from head to foot. He gave a devious grin when he said, "I guess I'm right." Jeremy asked, "How did you know I would walk in here?" Lonnie shrugged his shoulder. "Just a hunch." "I'm sorry about that." "Don't be. I don't mind it at all." Lonnie took one step forward. Jeremy hesitated when he said, "Is this what you truly want? I need to know." The young man's voice turned somber. "I want this to happen, Jeremy. I couldn't stop thinking about you for quite some time. You're the only one who is important to me right now. I want you to help me ignore the troubles that have overwhelmed me. I want you to help me erase the pain. And I want it to be a real charming experience." The seductive tone of his voice caught Jeremy's attention. The librarian opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again when Lonnie removed his towel and dropped it on the floor. Now, Jeremy stared at his unclothed acquaintance. Lonnie's slim and hairless body, as well as his visible genitalia, caused Jeremy to take a slow deep breath. He whispered, "This is a new experience for me." "Can you handle it?" Jeremy gave a little smile. "Curiosity is getting the best of me at this moment." Lonnie, who was just a few inches shorter than Jeremy, wrapped his arms around Jeremy's back. Jeremy could do nothing but do the same as he held the young man tight in his arms, the latter resting his head on the librarian's shoulder. The touch of Lonnie's smooth skin brought a newfound exhilaration that the librarian had never experienced before. He dug his fingers into the young man's long hair. He let out a deep sigh as he received a unique sense of well-being from embracing a naked young man. Lonnie whispered in his ear. "Do you feel good so far?" At that moment, he pressed his uncovered penis against Jeremy's own. The precious member between the librarian's legs produced a most favorable reaction. His own piece underneath his pants began to grow. Lonnie seemed amused at the erection that he himself caused. "I think I'm on fire tonight." Despite the activity in his pants, Jeremy replied, "I think you've just barely started." "You might be right." Lonnie pushed himself away from Jeremy and did a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. Now, he pressed his back against the older man's chest. At a slow but sensuous pace, he laid his hand on the back of Jeremy's head and began to push his buttocks against the lump that was hidden underneath the pants. Jeremy knew about this popular technique. He and his ex-wife used to mimic the exact moves a long time ago. But this time, someone else pressed his own lovable rumps against his hips and he enjoyed the dry humping that he previously appreciated. He longed for another private performance, and this moment begged for it. He and Lonnie continued to repeat their unhurried movements as they stood facing the same direction. The steam that originated from the shower brought the humidity in the room to a more intense level. Jeremy started to take quicker breaths as he grabbed hold of Lonnie's cock. Lonnie groaned with gracious serenity as Jeremy moved his fingers up and down. He concentrated on the younger man's vocal spouts of satisfaction. He adored it. He didn't want him to stop. "Oh, Jeremy...let's do it. Let's do it right now." Jeremy stopped moving his hips and his hand. He knew how to receive even bigger moans than before. "Not here. We go straight into my room." "Whatever you say, Jeremy. Whatever you want, I will do it." Jeremy grabbed Lonnie's arm and led him into the master bedroom. He turned on the lights, revealing a fine-looking king-sized bed, complete with a black-colored blanket. The curtains were kept closed, giving the two men the security of such a private location. Lonnie asked, "What do you want me to do?" "Turn around. I think you'll want to see what I'm about to do." Lonnie did what he was told. He stood with his back turned. Jeremy wasted no time in taking off his clothes and throwing them aside in the corner. "You can now take a look if you want." Lonnie now faced his dearest friend and looked down at his sanctified package. It was fully erect, much to his contentment. The young man smiled as he said, "I was hoping it would look just like that." Jeremy stepped closer. "Let's see if it fulfills your expectations." And it came to this. Jeremy pulled Lonnie towards him and gave him a kiss. For the second time, they held each other in their arms. This time, their penises touched as they thrust their pelvises against each other, adding an even more voluptuous flair to the evening. Their kiss lasted longer than expected: at least a full minute or so. When they pulled themselves apart, Jeremy demanded that Lonnie lie on his bed, to which the latter complied. Jeremy swung the blanket off to one side of the bed. The enthusiastic student placed himself on the mattress and lay on his back. Jeremy kept his glasses on so he could view the visual splendor that had settled on his bed. "I want to do some exploration." "I'm ready for it." Jeremy couldn't wait. He crawled onto the mattress and planted himself on top of Lonnie. Their flat chests collided as they continued to nourish their appetites with a longer and more passionate embrace. But Jeremy didn't just have a craving for Lonnie's lips. The librarian moved on as he kissed Lonnie's neck, a move that made the young man moan even longer. "You're making me feel better already." Jeremy whispered, "I'm not done just yet." He lowered himself to kiss Lonnie's chest. He loved the moist touch of his light brown skin. Lonnie drew quicker breaths as Jeremy sucked on one of his upright nipples. He did this to his wife many times during their lovemaking years ago, but now took part in such a drastic vicissitude and welcomed it. He did not stop, however, as he lowered himself even more, moving past the waist and stopping at the hip. He wasted no time in caressing Lonnie's stiff shaft with his fingers. "How does that feel?" Lonnie closed his eyes and gave a huge sigh. "It makes me feel so good." Jeremy kissed the cylindered surface as he grabbed hold of it and gave a tight squeeze. He could feel the erection growing more solid than before. This made him hungry for inspiration. Within half a second, he opened his mouth and shoved the cylinder inside it. He now had a six-inch penis inside his mouth. And he didn't want to pull it out. He clung onto the sides of Lonnie's hips while he thrust his mouth up and down the smooth shaft. Lonnie's moans grew louder and quicker. Jeremy could see him grabbing hold of the bed sheet. This could only mean that Lonnie had discovered a newborn satisfaction in the bedroom. The image of an awestruck young man only made Jeremy continue on with his rhythmic oral movements. "Oh, Jeremy!" All of a sudden, Jeremy lifted his head up, pulling the long rod out of his mouth. He didn't even give Lonnie a chance to ejaculate. He stared right at his young companion, who looked almost perplexed at the abrupt cancellation of oral amusement. "I didn't know I could please a man." Lonnie gave a smile. "Well, you can." Now, Jeremy felt more determined than before. "Stand up." Lonnie fulfilled his command. Both of them stood up from the bed before Jeremy told him, "Turn around." Lonnie understood. He turned his back behind Jeremy, who took one step forward. His chest touched Lonnie's back, and his own penis touched a buttock. "Don't be afraid, Lonnie." Lonnie gave him a sidelong glance. "But this is your first time with someone who isn't a woman. Shouldn't you be afraid?" "To be quite honest, I'm not." "Then, prove it to me. Show me your courage." Jeremy whispered in his ear, "Oh, I will." This would be Lonnie's long-awaited penetration. With the help of his left hand, Jeremy crammed his cock deep inside his new admirer. Lonnie squeezed the hands that found its place on his waist. His moans quickly transformed into shameless cries. Jeremy wanted to hear more. He thrust his cock in and out of the human canal that served as temporary bliss. To add to the amorous indulgence, Jeremy closed his fingers around Lonnie's still-erect member and slid them up and down in a rapid manner. He kept it all with a steady and slow approach. "Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop!" Lonnie's affectionate wailing fueled the evening's unforeseen fornication. Jeremy held his devotee a little tighter as they stood close together, one little limb stuck inside a narrow passageway for a dazzling performance. For the forty-three-year-old librarian, this brought a fuller understanding of radical interaction upon males. He didn't want to let go of Lonnie. He wanted to keep his prized possession deep inside of him. He didn't know how long he penetrated him. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes. During that time, his pelvic thrusts grew faster. His fingers gained momentum on Lonnie's cock. The cries from the receiver began to sound rather worn out. "Oh, Jeremy! I'm gonna spurt!" Lonnie remained true to his words. Large spouts of white ooze spattered out of his shaft and landed on the hardwood floor. At the same time, Jeremy experienced his own fair share of a climactic eruption. He groaned as his own thick substance entered Lonnie's thin canal. "Oh, Jeremy, I'm sorry about the mess." Jeremy looked down to see scattered puddles of cream-colored semen on the floor. For some odd reason, the sight of it made him chuckle. "It's okay. We did it on purpose, anyway." He could feel a warm trail of thick cum running down his hand. He realized that his fingers still grasped Lonnie's cock. He let go of it and raised his hand up to his face for a brief examination. Small amounts of semen settled on his skin. Lonnie turned around and grabbed Jeremy's hand. "I'll clean it for you." The young man began to lick off his own bodily fluid from Jeremy's hand. Jeremy could only observe the stimulating ritual. Lonnie sucked the stains right off the skin. Only a tiny smudge on his cheek remained. Jeremy brushed it off with one of his clean fingers. "How does it taste?" Lonnie gulped and replied, "It's warm...and it's creamy." "Just the way you like it?" "Oh, yeah." Jeremy didn't feel exhausted at all. He pulled Lonnie back onto his bed as he sat on the mattress. "Are you ready for the grand finale?" Lonnie shook his head. "I don't think I can take it." "Don't fight it. I filled you up with my juices. Now, I want to fill you up even more." Jeremy gave him a kiss, ignoring the small milky residue that had been imprinted on Lonnie's lips. "This is our first night together. Nothing will spoil it." "Oh, yes. This is our moment of truth. I'll do anything that you say." "Okay, then. Sit on me." Lonnie placed himself on Jeremy's lap and wrapped his legs around him. Jeremy's cock lodged itself inside Lonnie's hole yet again. "Oh, God! It's back!" Lonnie grabbed Jeremy by the shoulders. Jeremy seized both of the young man's buttocks as he thrust his pelvis forward. Lonnie's entire body began jumping up and down, his long smooth hair soaring in the cool but humid air. Now that they faced each other, Jeremy could see Lonnie's eyes closed with force. His cries had grown more strident than before. Because of the cringe on his face, it looked as if he experienced absolute pain. But Jeremy wanted to view it as contentment, not pain. He didn't slow down. He wanted to complete the beautification which was in the shape of two fearless lovers. "Oh, Jeremy! I can't handle it!" "Yes, you can! Take it all in!" Minutes passed, and the two of them stayed the same. Jeremy thrust his seven-inch manhood as hard as he could into his companion's lower outlet. It brought a more agonizing look on Lonnie's face. Jeremy persisted. He took pleasure in the sight of his dear friend with his eyes shut tight, his mouth wide open, and his screams more prolonged than before. Jeremy could look and listen to him forever. But finally, he reached his limit. He held Lonnie and gave him a squeeze as soon as he fulfilled his second ejaculation. He could feel Lonnie's fingers grabbing at flesh. The eruption faded and the climax drew to a close. Both the librarian and the college student collapsed on the bed. Jeremy lay on his back while Lonnie rested his head on Jeremy's chest. Both of them drew deep breaths. They were exhausted, but satisfied. "I think we should go take a shower." Jeremy felt too stubborn to agree. "I'm too tired. Let's stay in bed." "Okay...whatever you say." Jeremy finally put his glasses away. Soon, the two of them closed their eyes and fell asleep. They lay in bed naked together, lying in their own fluids. * * * When he opened his eyes again, Jeremy found himself alone in his bedroom. He couldn't feel Lonnie's body under the sheets. He gazed at the ceiling to see thin shadows dancing around a faint glow. He sat up from his bed to see that the shadows originated from the balcony. The open doors revealed the mild movements of the trees and leaves as they trembled as a result of the soothing winds of daybreak. Jeremy could feel the same breeze coming in contact with his uncovered skin. He put on his glasses and spotted Lonnie standing alone on the balcony and facing the opposite direction. The young man had put his clothes back on. Jeremy got out of bed and put on his blue-colored bathrobe. He joined his new partner on the balcony, which oversaw other suburban houses and gave a clear view of the highest tan-colored summits of Yorba Linda. Lonnie's long black hair found itself caught in the gentle breeze. Several strands shivered in the air with high spirits. With his arms folded across his chest, the young man stared at the distant hilltops in the east. The cloudless sky recovered from its nightly gloom with morning shades of orange and blue. The sun's new arrival would take place in just a few minutes. Jeremy whispered, "I can only hope you feel a lot better than yesterday." Lonnie kept his eyes on the horizon. "You don't have to. I already do feel better." "I just want you to know that I'll be there for you. I want to help you with your troubles. If you ever need help, if it's about your parents or your education or your deepest passions, then I will be there. We can work this out together." Lonnie gazed at the charming librarian. A smile formed on his face. "I think we were meant to be together." Jeremy chuckled. "You know, I find that easy to believe." The librarian and the student held each other in their arms, just in time for the rising sun to reveal itself. Jeremy didn't feel ashamed that he spent the night with another man. His curiosity brought an eagerly awaited return to contentment. He loved Lonnie. He wanted to be with him even more. He would do anything to ease him of his suffering. Librarians Have Feelings, Too Jeremy caressed Lonnie's long hair. "I'll help you relieve you of your dilemmas if you do the same for me." "It's a deal." The two of them stayed locked in each other's warm embrace as the sun ascended into its own familiar territory.