A gay story: Little Red Pill – Gavin’s Turn Pt. 02
Trying to focus on my studies while also constantly having my giant cock, as well as every other cock on campus, on my mind was no easy feat. It meant a lot of time in the library trying to block out distractions and get some studying done.
Which basically translated into me thinking about cock and eyeing up every attractive piece in the library most afternoons.
There was one desk clerk in particular, a student earning some extra tuition credit, who I was pretty confident I had caught checking me out on several occasions over the past few weeks. His name was Cody, according to his nametag, and he wore t-shirts with ironic and darkly humorous slogans on them and had cute cheek dimples that showed through shortly trimmed facial hair when he smiled.
I knew he was interested- could practically sense those kinds of things now that I was that far along in my medication. But he was playing hard to get.
At least once a visit to the library I would approach the desk and ask him a question that I knew would take us off into far corners of the labyrinthine, often dimly lit, multi-level campus library for him to show me where some random volume I had pre chosen was located. When I approached him at the desk, you could trace his line of sight directly to the crotch of the most form fitting gray sweatpants I could get away with, and the monster that swung freely there beneath the cotton fabric. Anytime he got behind me, I could feel his eyes on my ass.
Sometimes it was my eyes staring at the little bubble-butt he kept in his pants as he guided me to a far off section I had secretly already discovered myself.
When we made it to our destination, he would often linger, and we’d trade light, vaguely flirtatious banter. The pills had rendered me so cock-sure by this point, that I knew I could whip it out whenever I wanted and Cody would be begging to touch it. But the little reasonable part of myself that remained would prefer one definitive move from Cody first to be sure he was down to clown.
Just a few days ago, after taking me to some backs corner nook to show me where I could find something on the dietary habits of ancient Greek athletes, we had gotten so close together in the stacks that our bodies were practically touching. All banter had ceased, and we were just exchanging a look that was about all the confirmation I needed, when some sorority sister nitwit turned down our aisle of narrow shelving looking lost in every sense of the word.
“Wait where are the bathrooms again?” She wondered aloud, as Cody jumped back a few feet away from me and cleared his throat nervously.
“Complete other side of the building, next to the elevators,” he answered, quickly moving away to show the ditsy redhead where to go.
A few days later, I had finished my only class for the day just before lunch, and then headed to the library to see if Cody was working. I had already scoped out an area down on the basement level where old newspapers were kept on little tiny strips of film that required ancient looking magnifying machines to view.
My entire time down there the day before I hadn’t run into anyone else in the cramped, shadowy aisles. I approached the desk and, not even caring to sound convincing, told Cody the machine I was using wasn’t working. He practically jumped out of his chair behind the counter to come offer me assistance.
Moments later, Cody was bent over a cubicle desk in a musty corner of the basement fiddling with a perfectly-fine-working microfiche machine while my eyes traced the outline of his ass checks in his skinny jeans. I was trying to picture him in the same position without the jeans in the way, displaying his juicy ass and puckered hole to me.
“Everything seems to be working fine now… Guess it just needed my magic touch,” he joked, still with his back turned looking down into the machine’s viewfinder.
“I know something else that could use your magic touch,” I mumbled beneath my breath.
“What was that?” Cody straightened up and turned to face me.
“Nothing,” I smiled.
Cody smiled back, flashing white teeth and cute dimples. His task was complete, but he wasn’t going anywhere.
My patience was wearing out. I’d been all fired up ever since falling asleep thinking about all my recent sexual escapades the night before, and I was going to pop a boner and bust an involuntary nut in my pants if this guy didn’t get the hint soon. It was time for a slightly more direct approach.
I glanced around as if taking in the quiet, isolated surroundings.
“It is deserted down here, isn’t it?” I pondered out loud.
“Yeah, not many people come down here these days, cause, you know, Google.”
I chuckled.
“Yeah, you could get away with anything down here, I bet,” I continued. Inside my head I told myself to reel it back in, I was starting to sound murder-y when I meant to sound sexy and flirtatious.
Cody seemed to half-smirk a knowing grin, but then checked himself.
“Wait… you haven’t… done anything bad down here yourself, have you?” I asked, mock-shocked.
Cody began to blush, and it only made me want to rip his clothes off and take him right there even more.
“Wha- no. Not me. but…” He trailed off.
“But what? Well now you gotta tell me dude!”
He adorably looked around, as if checking and, yup, we were still surrounded by crammed metal shelves and 30 year old machinery and, more importantly, no other people whatsoever.
“Alright. So one night, I was doing my walk around the building that I’m supposed to do a half hour before closing. You know, to like let anyone still in here know they have a half hour,” he was rambling.
“Uh huh,” I encouraged.
“So,” he continued, “I have to come down here even though there is hardly ever anyone down here. I usually fly down the main row once and glance down every aisle real quick and get back upstairs cause it’s actually pretty creepy. But anyway, this time I could hear like muffled voices or something coming from down one of the far aisles. As I got closer, it definitely sounded like porn.”
Okay, now this was getting somewhere.
“So I peak down one of the last aisles, and… Okay, so there was a dude down towards the other end of the aisle staring down at his phone and jacking off.”
Cody seemed embarrassed just saying it. I let my eyes go large in feigned astonishment.
“No,” I gasped, “Well, was he good-looking?”
“Sure I mean- well I don’t really know what-” he seemed flustered by my question.
“So did you tell him to cut it out? Did you let him finish? Did you give him a hand?”
Cody turned a brighter hue of red in the dim light.
“What? No I didn’t give him a hand. He didn’t notice me, so I just hung back and… sort of watched,” He said, wincing.
I continued the act, dropping my jaw seemingly surprised.
“Oh so he WAS cute, then?”
“What, how do you-”
“Well he was cute enough that you wanted to watch him finish, right? Well? Did he finish?”
Cody’s embarrassment was fading the more interested I got in his story.
“Yeah he started really going at it hard, like his pants were dropped down around his ankles. Then he blew a load in like some tissues he had in his hoodie pocket and stuffed them back in there when he was done.”