THE LIBRARIAN_(2)

School was finally behind him, and summer had begun at last. Daniel was a guy whose secret desires remained hidden from his classmates, and needed the summer to come to grips with things that were beyond his understanding. He was deathly afraid of what lay ahead in high school, yet was determined to figure it out.

Daniel was a shy, introverted Young teen who never really had any friends. His father, who had been a police officer in their small town, was shot and killed when Daniel was nine, leaving him alone with his mother, who worked as a nurse at the local hospital.

With a slight build for his age, he didn’t fit into the athletic crowd. Standing only 5′ 5” he was nonetheless handsome, with pitch black hair and blue eyes that seemed to glow in contrast with his dark hair and thick eyelashes. He loved to read, which he did non-stop. The books would carry him away into fantasy land where he could be and do anything he wanted.

Daniel also loved to write. After reading a book, he would pen his own adaptation of the story or add a small part of his own. Now that summer was here, he intended to spend as much time as possible at the small public library in town.

Carter was 18, and had graduated from the same high school where he had been an above-average student, but not a brain. He was 6′ tall, had a muscular build, brown, neatly-trimmed hair and hazel eyes. He had had several girlfriends throughout high school, but not a steady relationship with anyone. What only a few people knew was that he was also bi-sexual. Later in the summer, Carter was headed to college out east, but was working part-time at the public library until then to earn some extra money.

Daniel was already waiting when Carter arrived at 10:00 to open the library. They knew each other slightly just by living in a small town, but had never spent any time together. Carter actually knew more “of” him than about him, due to his father having been killed, sending a shock wave through the town.

“Morning, Daniel,” he said. “Hey, Carter,” Daniel replied in his soft voice. They went inside and Daniel immediately chose a small table where he set his book bag down.

That would be his spot for the rest of the summer. Daniel never even bothered with the catalog, but rather went straight to browse the shelves manually, looking for whatever type of book suited him that day. Returning to his table, he would then read until the library closed at 4:00, stopping only to take some paper from his bag and write.

Carter was the only librarian there at any given time, and watched Daniel follow his same routine each day. Sometimes, when no one else was in the library, which happened often, Carter would strike up a conversation with him. He learned about Daniel’s fear of returning to school, but Daniel would never explain why he was afraid.

One boring day, with nothing else to do, Carter asked Daniel what he was writing. “Oh, nothing,” he replied. “May I read it?” Carter asked. “No. It’s just for me. No one else can ever see what I write; never!” Daniel replied sternly, and put his arms over the paper to shield it from view.

The summer continued uneventfully as Daniel and Carter came to know each other better. On one steamy August day, Daniel had been writing and, apparently overcome by the heat, had put his head down on the table and fallen asleep. Since it was already past 4:00, Carter locked the door, went over and gazed at the sweet kid sleeping peacefully. He knew he was breaking the rule, but couldn’t resist and carefully slipped the paper Daniel was writing on from under his hand. He noticed that he had been reading “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.”


“Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn spent the hot afternoon swimming naked in the cool Mississippi River. When they had had enough, both got out and lay down on the soft grass of the river bank, watching the clouds roll by overhead. ‘You gonna let the Widow Douglas civilize you?’ asked Tom. ‘Hell, no!’ Huck said. ‘The Widder Douglas don’t leave a body have no fun a’ tall. Gots to wear shoes, no smokin’, no cussin’ and, worst thing of all, twouldn’t be no more a’ this,’ Huck explained, as he rolled over and kissed Tom’s lips. Tom put his arms around Huck’s tan, slender body and pulled him close. ‘That would never do,’ he said with a smile. Their hot lips joined in deep kisses until Huck pulled back and shifted himself to straddle Tom’s face, leaning forward and taking his cock into his mouth. Tom slid his mouth over Huck’s hard cock and ran his hands over his smooth ass as he sucked him.”


Carter reflected on his own youth, and now understood why Daniel kept to himself so much and what his fear might be. He was carefully trying to replace the paper under Daniel’s hand when he suddenly awoke.