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For the past two hours I've been studying at Bobst. Forty-five minutes ago, the power in Bobst when out, sending most of its attendants elsewhere. A few brave souls, myself included, decided to brave the electricity-free library and huddle together at tables positioned near windows.
After some time elapses, I begin to get horny. I keep forgetting to masturbate in the morning before I leave, so around 2 or so, my dick begins to get hard and refuses to stop pumping more and more blood into every layer of tissue.
I get up, and wander around the seventh floor. I spot an area in the back of the stacks that's pitch black. I would have cover from the stack itself, and the darkness. perfect.
I began to fondle my penis through my pants because I decided that if I were to be caught, I would rather be caught with my cock when it looks its most glorious. It takes a bit longer than usual, but eventually I achieve that state. I unzipped and began to frantically stroke my cock, desperate to come, but for a completely alien reason. Closer...closer....BAM! The lights in the library turn back on.
I put everything away, hurried back to my seat so as not to reveal the imprint still pushing through my pants.
everything is far too tragic.
After some time elapses, I begin to get horny. I keep forgetting to masturbate in the morning before I leave, so around 2 or so, my dick begins to get hard and refuses to stop pumping more and more blood into every layer of tissue.
I get up, and wander around the seventh floor. I spot an area in the back of the stacks that's pitch black. I would have cover from the stack itself, and the darkness. perfect.
I began to fondle my penis through my pants because I decided that if I were to be caught, I would rather be caught with my cock when it looks its most glorious. It takes a bit longer than usual, but eventually I achieve that state. I unzipped and began to frantically stroke my cock, desperate to come, but for a completely alien reason. Closer...closer....BAM! The lights in the library turn back on.
I put everything away, hurried back to my seat so as not to reveal the imprint still pushing through my pants.
everything is far too tragic.