The school project

05 -A Quiet Place

The university library was a tomb of oppressive silence, the kind of quiet that amplified every single sound into a thunderous event. The air smelled of old parchment and floor wax, and the only rhythm to the afternoon was the distant, rhythmic thump-thump-thump of a librarian’s heels on the linoleum floors several aisles away.

Ned and Marcus were tucked away in a remote corner, surrounded by towering shelves of dusty sociology texts. They were both in their university uniforms—crisp shirts and tailored trousers. Marcus looked devastatingly handsome, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his white shirt, his muscular thighs filling out his skimpy, tight-fitting pants to the point of bursting.

As they pored over their notes, the tension from the dorm room returned, thicker and more suffocating than the heat. Marcus could feel Ned’s presence beside him, a magnetic pull that made his skin prickle. He knew the routine now. He knew the thrill of the "nap."

Slowly, Marcus let his chin drop to his chest, his eyes fluttering shut. He leaned back into the hard plastic chair, his breathing becoming heavy and deliberate. He was playing the part of the exhausted student, but internally, he was screaming with anticipation.

Ned didn't hesitate. He glanced around the silent aisle, seeing no one in their immediate vicinity. A small, hungry smile played on his lips. He slid off his chair and knelt between Marcus’s legs, the fabric of his own trousers rustling softly—a sound that seemed like a gunshot in the stillness.

With practiced, stealthy fingers, Ned reached for Marcus’s waist. He carefully unbuckled the belt, the metallic clink making Marcus jump internally. Then came the slow, sliding sound of the zipper being pulled down, followed by the popping of the button. Ned didn't remove the pants; he simply pushed the fabric aside, liberating Marcus’s nine-inch c**k, which was already pulsing and rock-hard, straining against the confines of his underwear.

Ned dove in.

The first contact was a wet, hot shock. Ned’s tongue swirled around the purple head before he slid his mouth over the girth, taking as much as he could.

Sluuuuurp... gluck...

Marcus’s eyes flew open behind his lids. The silence of the library made the sounds of Ned’s mouth absolutely obscene. Every wet lap, every suction-heavy gulp, echoed in Marcus’s ears. He began to panic, his heart hammering against his ribs. Oh god, someone is going to hear. Someone is going to walk around the corner and see me getting my d**k sucked in the middle of the library, he thought, his breath hitching.

But the panic only fueled his arousal. He felt Ned’s hand slide up his leg, firmly massaging his thick thigh, the grip possessive and grounding.

Ned was playing with him. Just as Marcus began to lose himself in the sensation, Ned suddenly pulled away. The sudden absence of warmth left Marcus reeling, his hips instinctively twitching forward, searching for the mouth. He was being edged, left hanging in the silence, hearing only the distant whisper of other students a few aisles over.

Then, Ned returned with a vengeance. He slammed his mouth back onto the shaft, deepthroating Marcus with a sudden, aggressive force that made Marcus let out a muffled groan. This time, Marcus didn't stay still. He abandoned the pretense of a deep sleep, his hips beginning to rhythmically thrust, f*****g Ned’s needy mouth with a desperate, driving force. He wanted to bury himself in Ned’s throat, to feel the back of the smaller man's throat clamping down on him.

Gluck... gluck... slurp...

The sounds were louder now, more visceral. Marcus was shaking, his fingers gripping the edges of the library table so hard his knuckles turned white. He was on the verge of his first climax when a new sound entered the environment.

From the opposite shelf, just a few feet away, the hushed voices of two students drifted over. They were whispering, discussing a project, their voices low but clear in the vacuum of the library.

Marcus froze, his entire body locking up. The risk was astronomical. He was terrified, his heart racing, but as he felt Ned’s tongue flicking rapidly over his frenulum, the fear transformed into an electric, overwhelming horniness.

Instead of stopping because of the nearby students, Ned intensified his attack. He sensed Marcus’s nervousness and used it, sucking harder, swirling his tongue with frantic precision, and plunging deeper than ever before. He was daring Marcus to make a sound, daring the world to catch them.

The combination of the risk and the aggressive oral worship was too much. Marcus’s back arched, his hips giving one final, powerful thrust into Ned’s throat. He let out a choked, silent scream into the air as he erupted, rewarding Ned’s mouth with a massive, pulsing load of c*m. Ned didn't pull away; he swallowed every drop, his throat working in rhythmic gulps until Marcus was completely spent.

Ned didn't stop there. He stayed down, licking the remaining streaks of c*m from the shaft, teasing the sensitive head until Marcus felt himself hardening again. The process repeated—the teasing, the deepthroating, the rhythmic thrusting—until Marcus came a second time, his body trembling with exhaustion.

A minute later, Marcus slowly "awoke," blinking his eyes and shaking his head as if coming out of a daze. He looked down at his disheveled pants, his breath still ragged.

Ned stood up, calmly adjusting his own uniform and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at Marcus with a look of pure, predatory satisfaction.

"You look exhausted, Marcus," Ned whispered, his voice smooth and innocent. "I think we've done enough for today. Why don't we just continue this... in the dorm?"

Marcus could only nod, his mind a blur of pleasure and adrenaline, already longing for the privacy of the room where they could truly let go.