Everyone’s always surprised Traymon is a librarian, but for a man like Avery, that’s of secondary importance — what matters is that Traymon is a muscular alpha male willing to give Avery a swing on his massive throbbing meat!
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Avery thought that Traymon was a generally polite and solicitous person, because that was the way he acted. It wasn’t until he happened to see Traymon in a grocery store one day that Avery realized it was all an act.
Perhaps that shouldn’t have been surprising. In the Sidetop Public Library, Traymon was a librarian. Since he was a shockingly tall black man in a kangol hat and a dense Muslim-looking beard, he didn’t exactly fit in. The other librarians were mostly either elderly white women who struggled to right-click a mouse or politically activist young women who struggled to put down their abortion signs long enough to come into work. Traymon was the only male librarian, possibly in the whole county-wide library system.
And he wasn’t just male, he was handsome and strong and stately, with a voice like a bottle of bourbon and a bulge in his cheap slacks that attracted Avery’s eye. Traymon had muscles pushing against the fabric of his button-down shirt — literally, his body didn’t seem to fit in his shirt. It looked as though flexing his biceps would make his clothes fall apart like a Hulk.
Did he do that deliberately? Or was he unable to afford clothes that fit? He probably needed to shop at the Big & Tall store, which was expensive and way out across the state line in Maryland.
Whenever Avery came into the library and saw Traymon, he was unable to tear his eyes away from that powerful frame. Avery was a great admirer of the male physique, and Traymon’s was an exemplar.
“That’s right, ma’am, I do work here. I’d be glad to help,” he said. Even when he spoke quietly, his baritone voice boomed like a cannon, echoing smoothly in the tiny library. He didn’t really have a quiet voice. His voice sounded like his chest was so massive his words resonated around in there before making their way out, so they came out echoey and cavernous. The little old white lady who had approached the information desk quaked.
She whispered something Avery couldn’t hear. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on that though. He was busy fantasizing about Traymon.
He spoke so properly at the library, but when Avery ran into him at the grocery store, he was hanging out with a couple of other young black men — younger than Traymon. They had been talking about something, but the only words Avery could make out were Traymon saying, “yeah, nigga, I made that ass shake, you don’t even know, she was vibratin’ all over my meat.”
He hadn’t been speaking properly at all. He had been passing himself off as a thug. Or had he simply stopped trying to pass himself off as a kindly librarian? Avery didn’t know which was the case.
He didn’t much care either. It was mildly interesting, but Avery wasn’t here for that. He was here to jack Traymon off. He’d been wanting to do it for weeks.
He waited until the end of the night. Avery knew from personal experience that Traymon closed up alone. He let the other employees go when it was still light out. He even escorted them to their cars like a gentleman before returning to close up.
Avery waited for that tonight. He pretended to read a book in the study room, which was out of the way enough that Traymon wouldn’t know Avery was here until he checked right before leaving for the night.
“You have a good night too, Missus Thickman, uh-huh,” Traymon said. “Lemme get the door.” She must have told him to call her by her first name, because Traymon then said, “Oh thank you, darlin’, Vera. Aren’t you a sweet young thing? If you weren’t too young to date, I’d ask you out.” She must have let out an old-lady laugh too quiet for Avery to hear, but Traymon responded with some friendly laughter of his own.
Avery straightened his back there in the study room, and he moved himself to a more visible seat. After a few minutes, Traymon came back in, sans Vera. Avery still sat there, waiting to be noticed. He heard Traymon moving around behind the counter, finishing up for the night.
Then, at last, Traymon came closer. “Hello, anybody there? We closin’ now, you best wake up if you out there.” It didn’t sound like he had any expectation that anyone would be left in the library. He looked in the bathrooms and down each of the rows purely out of habit. “Hello?!”
Avery stood up and put out a shocked look as Traymon came around the corner and saw him. Avery cleared his throat. “Oh, are you closed?”
“Yes, sir,” Traymon said.
Avery nodded and grabbed his things. He headed for the door. He took in Traymon’s intoxicating scent, which was almost enough to get him hard in itself. He brushed past Traymon’s thick chest on his way out of the study room.
Then he headed for the stairs to the main floor. The front lights were already off, but there was emergency lighting that never turned off. Avery stopped there at the base of the stairs.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
Traymon frowned. “Yes, I’m a real librarian. I know I ain’t typical.” He flexed his arm and kissed his bicep. “It’s just what I do, y’know. Ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ a brother gettin’ a degree in library science. In fact-“
“Yeah, yeah, sure, I get that, that’s not the question,” Avery said. “Though it’s kinda related. I was wondering…” He pulled out a wad of five hundred dollar bills. “What you’d be willing to do for five hundred dollars?”
“Man, I ain’t a thug, I ain’t beatin’ up no one for you, I swear to Christ-“
“No, not that-“
“You axin’ me for coke? Can’t get you coke, man,” he said. When he spoke to Vera moments ago, he said ‘ask’, but now he said ‘ax’. That wasn’t a racial thing either, as Vera Thickman was black. Maybe Traymon reverted to his natural accent when the library reached its closing time.
“No, no this is nothing like that,” Avery said. “What if you just stood there and closed your eyes and let me jerk you off? I’ll swallow your cum til you dehydrate. And I’ll give you five hundred dollars.”
Traymon frowned and chuckled. “Hmmm…” He grunted. “Uh. Uh-huh.” He shifted his weight between his feet. “Uh… yeah. Five hunnerd bucks? Okay.”
Avery dropped to his knees as soon as Traymon said it. He leaned against the check-out counter, near a stack of children’s books. Avery unzipped his slacks and took his cock out. It was thick and veiny, hefty enough to have some weight to it when Avery flopped it over his mouth, and the scent of his musky crotch assaulted Avery’s nostrils through the open fly.
“Man, you said you wanted to swallow it, honky. Whatchoo playin’ at? If you wanna do it, do it. Put it in ya mouth and get it wet, shit…” He leaned back as though bored already. He sucked on his teeth, then leaned forward so he could see the front door and make sure nobody was coming in.
Avery smirked and started licking the shaft, his tongue running up and down it, tracing the veins that ran the length of it. He planted his lips on the tip and made a loud moist suckling noise. He still hadn’t started throating it yet. He just sucked on the tip like a lollipop he was trying to melt in his mouth as quickly as possible.
A gurgle of desire came from Traymon, covered it up with a grunt like Avery’s efforts were minimally acceptable. Avery knew that wasn’t true. He gave dome like a champion.
Traymon had only unzipped his khakis and undone his belt. His pants were open but not down. His shirt was in the way. Avery didn’t mind — in his view, that just made this whole thing more aroousing. He could smell the musky fabric of his khaki pants, which he had probably worn more than once since he last washed them, mixing with the artificially “fresh” detergent scent of his cleaner underwear.
“C’mon, man, if you gonna deep-throat it, get to swallowin’. Open that mouth up and get it down.” Traymon chuckled dryly. He swiped his dick — just getting a bit hard now — over Avery’s face. “You like that, man?”
“Hmmm… I do…” Avery smiled up at him. He stuck his tongue out and chased Traymon’s dick with it, trying to lick it while Traymon tried to rub that limp shaft over his face. Traymon kept a tight frown on and he kept looking away with a sigh like he really wished Avery would get on with it. But a smile flickered over his face too.
Soon enough his cock was rock-hard, throbbing like an alien engine, and it had swollen to such a huge size Avery wasn’t sure he could swallow the whole thing. He’d love to try though. He slathered spit up and down the shaft, then slurped all that saliva up, then spat it out again. Each time Traymon let out a grunt that turned into a moan that he stifled back into a grunt, like he didn’t want Avery to think he was doing a good job.
But Avery was doing a good job. He always gave good dome, and he could tell Traymon loved it by the his rapidly hastening breath and pulse and the way he kept shifting his weight between his feet. Traymon’s hands hovered above Avery’s head. Every minute or two, he held Avery’s head in place so he could throat him down, making love to his mouth like a delicate pussy, then he let go again. Avery only swallowed him to the root when Traymon forced it, otherwise he let it jab around on his face and in his mouth while Avery chased it with his tongue.
Finally Traymon roared. “I know you just teasin’ me. You wanna swallow it fo’ real, right?”
“I do…” Avery said coyly. That was his cue to start really throating. He went as far down as he could in one smooth motion. He was practiced, so he was able to swallow Traymon like a champion. His nose buried itself in Traymon’s pubic hair, and his throat soon fought because Traymon finally rocketed to full erection.
A long low moan chambered its way outta Traymon’s throat, and his knees went weak. He grabbed Avery’s head, and this time, he didn’t let go. He pounded away at Avery’s throat while emitted a series of spine-tingling moans of ecstasy. His dick throbbed in Avery’s mouth, its veiny shaft pulsating against his tongue. Avery smiled up at Traymon, whose eyes were closed.
“Wait…” Traymon stopped moving, but he didn’t take his dick out. Avery made eye contact with him, and Traymon furrowed his brow. “When I said I’m a real librarian, you said that wasn’t the question you wanted to ask, but it was related. Why was it related?”
Avery had to laugh even though he still had Traymon’s dick in his throat. That made him choke, his whole body spasming. He didn’t stop though, not until Traymon dragged his cock out and frowned at him.
“I’s askin’ you a question, man, answer me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. His dick bobbed in front of Avery’s face. Avery, gasping for air, chased it with his mouth until Traymon swiped it away. “I swear,” he said, “white boys can’t even handle having a conversation in front of black dick.”
Avery giggled and blushed. He sighed. “I just meant that I thought you were handsome, and librarians usually aren’t muscular and well-formed, that’s all. That’s what people are always asking you, right? If you’re a real librarian? Cuz you’re too muscular to be a librarian. But you are muscular enough for me to admire your physique and… you know…” He motioned to Traymon’s cock, then planted his tongue on the knob.
Traymon eyed him suspiciously. “That’s weird.”
“Exactly.”
“So you ain’t one of them white cuckold dudes or somethin’? You got a thing for mandingo dick?”
“Not unless they’re attached to a man like you,” Avery said. “But no, I’m not turned on by library science and didn’t really need to know how or why you became a librarian.”
“Hmmm.” Traymon nodded. He ordinarily got annoyed when people acted like it was an oddity for a black man to become a librarian, especially a big tough guy with a beard and a criminal record like him. So he should have been happy that Avery didn’t care about that. But now that he had someone uninterested in whether he got his degree through a prison education program or not, Traymon kind of wanted Avery to know about it all.
Regardless, he wasn’t about to give up on an orgasm partway through. He drilled his dick back in Avery’s mouth. This time he kept his arms crossed over his chest.
“No hands,” he said when Avery tried to hold onto the root of his dick. Since Traymon’s arms were over his chest, neither of them could touch his dick as he slammed it in and out of Avery’s throat. It wasn’t quite an aggressive throating — which Avery would have been fine with — it was more of a warm, passionate humping in his mouth. Avery swallowed it the best he could, moving his head to match Traymon’s hips movements, so he could keep on swallowing that massive veiny shaft.
Soon the sour and sweet flavor of precum hit Avery’s senses. He moaned and swallowed it, choking down as much as he could. He loved precum. He always snarfed it down and smiled the whole time, every time. He thought precum was better than actual cum because it reflected a man’s inner nature. It smelled and tasted and felt like his entire body, while actual cum, Avery thought, was all more or less the same: too salty to have an individual flavor.
Precum flowed copiously down Avery’s chin. Traymon smeared some of it around with his thumb, smiling at the desirous look in Avery’s eyes. Traymon could land plenty of sexy chicks who wanted him, but it was rare for them to love sucking his dick.
That was why Traymon liked blowing his nut in men. He rarely admitted it, and he never told those men that he did it often. He preferred to make them think it was something he would never do, that they’d have to seduce him — or give him money — to do it.
But he adored getting dome from a man because he could really pound their throat like he was doing now with Avery. He could make his balls slap against Avery’s chin and even pinch his nostrils shut to make it easier for him to swallow the whole thing.
“Hmmm…”
“You wanna stick me in the ass?” Avery asked, pulling off his dick and letting it spew precum on his lips. That muddled his words, making them sound like he spoke into a glass of syrup, blowing bubbles with his lips as he talked.
Traymon grunted. “Hell yeah.” He chuckled as Avery stood and gripped the shelves behind him. “You holdin’ onto the African American history section. Sounds ‘ppropriate to me.”
Avery smiled and gripped the metal shelf tightly. He gritted his teeth as he felt that thick dick slide into his ass. It was girthy and long and so hard it made Avery wince. He gasped.
But Traymon petted his scalp and said, “Hmmm… it’s okay, man, it’ll feel good in just a second. You just gotta give ol’ Traymon a second to find the right angle. How ’bout that?” He drilled in from one angle, and Avery let out a pleasured moan. His ass stretched to accommodate Malcom’s meat.
That wasn’t good enough for Traymon, however, who kept stroking Avery on the head and neck. He massaged him gently as he penetrated him from a different angle. A few more inches made it in this time, and it sent a wave of pleasure through Avery’s body. Avery gripped the library checkout counter hard with both hands, and he lowered his head to lay his face down on the cool counter surface.
This time, Avery’s howl of desire was so loud it echoed in the library, and Traymon looked around again to be sure no one else was here. He laughed at Avery’s frenzied squirming and his intense panting, as Traymon slowly worked his dick inch by inch.
“Damn, my man, there it is, that’s the angle you been waitin’ for, I expect.” Traymon loved bringing his bottoms to pleasure, and on that score, it didn’t matter if they were male or female. He couldn’t stay hard if the person he was with wasn’t having the orgasm of their lifetime.
So no matter how much his body cried out for him to force it into Avery as hard as he could, from whatever angle helped his giant dick fit in better, Traymon didn’t. He found Avery’s prostate and rubbed his dick against it, smiling when he saw Avery’s legs shake and his hands turn into claws that grappled with the shelves.
“Shit… Aw, fuck, man…” Traymon moaned.
Then, he and Avery both stopped — the door opened. The main door had swung open on the ground floor. If the lights had been on, whoever had walked in would surely have seen Avery and Traymon. But instead they were bathed in darkness, silhouettes indistinguishable even with the dim emergency lighting that never turned off.
“Shit — shush….” Traymon pulled his cock out, and Avery flopped to the ground. It took all his concentration to avoid shouting and groaning out loud, so he ended up rolling around like a dying fish. Traymon hurried to pull his pants up. He still had a hardon, and his cock dripped with precum and anal juices. He grimaced as he put that in his khakis — that was going to feel filthy, he thought, and his dick was still awkwardly erect.
He went to the stairs. “Yo! Who’s there?”
“Oh, Traymon… is that you? I thought that was your car outside. You’re still here?”
“Vera? Yeah… I’m, uh… I was just about to leave,” Traymon said.
“Oh, well, I forgot my phone,” she said. Traymon came down the stairs. He had to walk slowly because his dick was hard in his pants, and he couldn’t let it show. It made it very awkward to use the stairs. He was so focused on that that, by the time he reached the main floor, Vera had found her phone.
“You got it?”
“Yes,” she said. She gestured for him to follow her to the door. Traymon gritted his teeth. She smiled. “Aren’t you leaving?”
“Uh… yeah. My keys is upstairs though. You surprised me,” Traymon said. His chest and neck were dappled with sweat, even though the library was cool. Vera was too far away to notice though. “You go’n ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow, darlin’.”
“Oh, uh, well… Okay,” she said with a shrug. She tottered towards the door.
She had never walked so slow. Traymon walked up the stairs as she left, moving casually, like he was just looking out for his keys. Vera must not have been paying much attention to what Traymon said, or she would have noticed that it made little sense for his keys to be upstairs. Why would he have put his keys in the nonfiction section? But she either didn’t think of that or was too polite to ask.
Traymon waited at the top of the stairs,listening intently for the heavy front door to slam shut. His erection was finally starting to subside, which made it uncomfortable every time he took a step and his sensitive shaft rubbed against the fabric of his underwear.
When he heard the front door click shut, Traymon raced into action. He practically sprinted the rest of the way, even though that made his cock jostle painfully in his khakis. He found Avery, still sprawled out on the floor, and Traymon pulled his pants back down to his ankles. He lifted his shirt up enough that it wouldn’t get in the way and plunged into Avery’s ass like he was putting out a fire.
“Aaaaaaah….” He moaned, his mind finally relaxing now that he was back in Avery’s tight, warm ass. His cock throbbed, and both men erupted in throes of ecstasy. His hands rested on Avery’s smooth back and caressed it as he worked his entire foot-long cock up Avery’s behind. “There you go, thanks for waitin’ while I dealt with that old broad.”
“Hmmmmm… Thanks for coming back,” Avery said. He tried to raise his ass, to get on all fours, but Traymon’s heavy body kept pinning him down.
Finally Traymon realized what Avery was trying to do and lifted his head up. He wrapped one arm around Avery’s neck, putting him in a light chokehold. He dragged Avery into a doggystyle position, all without missing a beat. Avery was too stiff and orgasmic, on the verge of his own climax, his dick throbbing in his hand, to move in a coordinated way.
It was the most intense orgasm of Avery’s life. He cried out, muffling the sound at first and then shouting as loud as he could when he realized it didn’t matter. His shouts echoed in the high-ceilinged library. He hadn’t accepted a dick this big in his ass in a long time, and Traymon was his new favorite librarian.
“Ah, god, I’m gonna cum in ya, I’m goin’, I’m goin’, you ready?” Traymon breathlessly grunted into Avery’s ear. His breath condensed into a layer of moisture on the side of his head. His pecs rippled where they pressed against Avery’s back.
Avery shot his load at the same time, beginning just before he felt the first drops of Traymon’s cum coat his insides. Avery wanted to cry out again, to scream his orgasm into the darkness of the library, but the sensations roiling within him were too intense. He could feel Traymon shooting into every inch of his body, coating his insides in creamy, sticky warmth.
It seeped throughout him and soaked into his body. Avery couldn’t believe how much cum there was, flowing into him like a flow from a massive hose. He felt the creamy heat of his cum spreading through his insides. Traymon’s heavy balls drained deep into Avery’s body, until it dripped down the sides of his hole and into a puddle on the carpeted floor of the library.
“Aaaah… goddamn…” Traymon said as though he was done, but he kept pistoning his hips. He grunted like an animal, like he couldn’t believe he was still going.
Avery couldn’t tell if Traymon was still cumming or not. He felt semen flowing in and out of him, but that was probably just because Traymon was still moving his dick around. It twitched within him, and he frothed his load into a big wet mess that flowed over his limpening mahogany cockshaft.
Finally, he pulled out, and Avery let out a chest-rattling moan. He twitched and fell limp on the ground, marinating in the puddle of cum and juices that lay there. Avery rolled over onto his back so he could see Traymon, who kneeled there.
He had never taken his shirt off, and his pants were still around his ankles. Avery’s toes rubbed over his dickshaft, while Traymon breathed heavy. Then he stood and sighed. Avery grabbed some tissues from the nearby circulation counter, and he wiped his own ass off. Traymon stood there like he expected Avery to clean his dick too, so Avery did so.
“Damn, boy,” Traymon said with a dry laugh. He stroked Avery’s smooth chin. “I like you a lot. You gonna be a regular patron?”
“I dunno, maybe…” Avery smiled. “I do like this library.”