'It's not so bad being back here after ten years,' I thought. 'So these kids look just exactly like what they are, kids. 'I sure can't complain about the way those hot babes dress though, would I ever love to dive into some of those sweet pussies.' I remembered when my wife used to affect me that way. Too bad she never took care of herself like she should have.

I was sitting alone in the library lounge, eating my brown bag lunch to save a little, and remembered when this place would have been busy this time of day. My how things have changed. After I refolded my sack and put it away, I decided to go piss and have a smoke. 'Nobody around here but me, and I sure don't feel like walking all the way downstairs to go outside,' I shrugged as I sat on the pot and lit up. One thing that hadn't changed was the graffiti, or had it? There was a good selection and it was certainly a bit bolder than it used to be, especially the gay entries. One in particular caught my eye, right at my present eye level. "I luv cock any way, any how. Will be here most days 3-4. Whistle while at sink," it read. 'Wow,' I thought, 'this may be better than a glory hole,' though I had never seen one. I was getting rather hard just thinking about the possibilities. Then I thought what a bummer it was to be at a small university, in a small town, a long way from anywhere, or so it seemed.

Checking my watch for the umpteenth time, I realized it was almost time to get back to the library. 'I should be headed home soon as I know Lila will be really pissed off if I am late for supper,' I thought as I tried not to walk too fast across campus. I stopped abruptly at the door to the restroom. 'Do I really want to try this?' I asked myself. I was shaking a little as I stood there thinking about what ifs. What if this is a setup? What if anyone walks in on us? What if he doesn't like me? Well, this is a remote part of the library that hardly anyone ever comes up to. Other than that, there is only one way to find out about the other questions, go for it. 'I can always make a hasty retreat if it doesn't look right,' I told myself as I reached for the unknown.

When I entered, I immediately noticed that someone was in the end stall. As I walked quietly over to the sink, I had the strange feeling of being watched. 'Just nerves,' I told myself as I splashed a bit of cool water on my face. That helped. I then tore off a brown paper towel and patted it against my reddening skin while letting out a low whistle, as though I was just dog tired. 'Was that loud enough to hear?' I wondered as I strained to hear any movement. As I turned back to the sink to comb my hair, I heard him leave the stall and come towards me. He stopped at the last basin and asked, "how's it goin'?" as he washed his hands.

"Fine," I replied, as I looked him over briefly. 'A nice looking young man in his early twenties,' I thought as he walked by me to dry his hands.

"I don't recall seeing you around campus," he said.

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