2007-11-01 - 12:30 a.m.
Last week, a man threw a fit in the library’s computer commons and had to be escorted out by two security guards, ranting and raving all the while. You see, someone had stolen his library card while he was away from his computer station – and then, when he finally sat down to do his work, the reservation computer snatched the monitor away from him and assigned it to someone else. All very normal and unexceptional, but he blew a gasket.
He howled and snarled, insulted me personally, yelled and bawled, until I hit my panic button and summoned security, who tried to calm him down. The sight of Last week, a man threw a fit in the library’s computer commons and had to be escorted out by two security guards, ranting and raving all the while. You see, someone had stolen his library card while he was away from his computer station – and then, when he finally sat down to do his work, the reservation computer snatched the monitor away from him and assigned it to someone else. All very normal and unexceptional, but he blew a gasket.
He howled and snarled, insulted me personally, yelled and bawledthe uniformed security officers, whisking away this gentleman, who was, in his late 50s, I’d say, scarecrow tall and lean with a frazz of white hair on his crown, was something to remember.
It was a decidedly ignominious display, and I swear that if something like that ever happened to me, I would be far too ashamed to ever come back to Santa Monica, let alone to the library to use the computers again. Yet, there he was today, regular as clockwork, acting as though nothing had happened, which is, I suppose the only way to behave if you really HAVE to come back and use a computer.
At one point, he came up to me at my big wooden desk and gruffly apologized for his behavior. But, you see, he was justified: “My library card!” he grunted. “And then the computer thing. Dang, I was just angry!”
I told him that he comes to the computer commons every single day and that he should be aware of how things work there by now. His acknowledged this, but then noted, “But I was working on something so important! You see, I have this legal case…”
And then he fished out this gigantic document from his moth-eaten shoulder bag.
“You see, it’s about this conspiracy at the patent office. And I complained to the FBI and the CIA and there’s this COVER up. And so, I wrote this letter to President Bush…” He proffered a curled up scrap of maniac-paper, covered with crayon and coffee cup circles – “Warning him that he needs to be aware that the people around him are involved with a COVER up. And then the computers went down. Just like that! And so, of course, I was angry. Anyone would be!”
And he went on and on for a bit like that, until my eyes started to glaze and I gently smiled, noting, “Well, sir, there’s no line today. So you can go to any computer that’s available! Enjoy!”
It’s funny how I hear the most loopy stuff, almost six or seven times a day. And that no one else really seems to notice it.
I have been training this young fellow in how to be the computer commons computer fellow. And, my dears, he is so dumb that it’s a wonder he has the brain power needed to tell his heart to beat. He also has a pink round face, an upturned nose, and a maw-like mouth. Really, he resembles nothing so much as a big pink pig, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a button up tee shirt.
Now I don’t mean to say he is a dreadful person. Far from it, so far he seems to be a total sweetheart, except for the fact he thinks a bit too much for himself, considering he’s just a senior at Cal State Laverne (which is an actual school believe it or not). He swaggers around the library with his little cart, like he’s, well, like he’s a Pig on Parade. Which, I suppose, is exactly what he is.
How unlike the young pig boy was when compared with the handsome sex visitor I had on Tuesday! The pig boy and the trick boy were really the same age – but what a world of difference between them! For the boy pig has a snout, beady eyes, and bad teeth – and the boy trick was a cutie pie, with a lean, toned, swimmer’s body and beautiful Eurasian eyes. Both pig and trick boys were the same age – 21.
But how sweet it was when the trick boy showed up on my doorstep, dressed in tight blue jeans and a blue hoodie, his lovely young eyes twinkling with lust and desire! We made out for quite some time, and then I slid down his jeans, revealing a lovely pair of American Apparel sky-blue twinky briefs, which were already quite sodden with pre-cum.
My goodness, it is an exhausting thing to have sex with a young man when you are not so young anymore. We made out for ages, and he slurped on my cock vigorously. And then I had him swing his hips around so I could lick his ass while he sucked me – always a fave, as you know. All the while, the boy was oozing precum like a fountain.
He desperately wanted me to fuck him, but when I started to slide my dick inside him, he screamed and howled! He kept pushing at my chest to keep me from plunging too far inside him – even as he also grabbed my ass to make sure that I kept plunging into him. It was one of those mixed signals, you see.
We finally found a position that sort of worked for him, with me on my back and him, on his knees with one leg up, so the very tip of my dick was inside – but not enough to split him open like a muskmelon. And then he threw his head back and shot a huge load all over my stomach. Very gratifying! But it is interesting how unlike people are: One beautiful boy can be the same age as a boy who looks like a strapping young pig. But that’s what makes mankind so interesting and varied, I suppose.
