By the time I was in my last year of college at Rutgers, I had become quite an exhibitionist. I would often wear skimpy, skin-tight shorts to class when it was warm out, and I started wearing Speedos on the beach. Another place I would show off was in the park on College Avenue. I would wear a tiny wife-beater shirt and highly revealing white boxer briefs, and that was it! When I got sweaty, my underwear would sometimes even become translucent! Several times I got looks from cops, but since I was clearly running for exercise, they couldn't really say anything to me. I'm a short, skinny guy, with black hair and brown eyes, cute and young-looking, with a 7 1/2" dick. I guess it looks really big on me, because I'm so thin, but I always get admiring comments. Anyway, my favorite place to go was the library on College Avenue, a huge place with many secluded nooks and crannies. I'd usually wear my bright blue, extremely thin, soft cotton sweatpants (with no underwear, of course) and walk around. There was no end to the amount of stares I received as I walked past people sitting at desks, my semi-hard cock bouncing up and down. Of course, the most fun was catching the eyes of guys looking, who then pretended they hadn't been looking. One day, I was in the library around dinner time and I turned a corner to see a man, in his thirties, I would guess...sitting at a single desk at an intersection in the stacks. It seemed like a strange place for a desk, but it was semi-secluded. The front of the desk was pushed up against a wall, and the right side of the desk was pushed up against shelves of books. I stood at the stacks parallel to the ones he was up against, so he had to look to his left to see me. I was only slightly hard at this point, and pretended to be looking for books on Irish Literature. Occasionally, I could see him looking over at me, so I decided to move away and follow his eyes. He definitely looked as I moved to the other side of the shelf I was at, out of his sight. He was somewhat good-looking, and seemed to be a grad student reading a book. I moved back around to the other side of the shelf, my crotch bobbing up and down as I walked. He looked up again. I walked behind him to the book shelf his desk was up against, and watched him pretend to read. I could tell he wanted to turn around, but I kept up the pretense of looking for a specific book, seemingly unaware of my tenting crotch in my ultra-thin sweatpants. As I moved closer and closer to him, I could see him watch with his peripheral vision. Now if I actually had wanted the books next to him, his desk would really have been blocking them, and I would have had to reach over his desk. And I did exactly that. Walking away from the desk, I pretended to examine the books on the bookshelf. By now, I was totally hard, my huge erection pointing directly at the guy. He looked at me for a long time, then looked back to his reading. I walked up to his desk, now facing the left side of it, right next to the guy. I actually leaned over his reading with my poking pants and pretended to be intensely looking at the books on the shelf, wondering how long I could keep up this pretense. I mumbled, "Excuse me," since I was leaning over him. I edged even closer to him as his jaw dropped in shock. My cockhead was now inches from his mouth, and right at that level. He looked longingly at it, like he wanted to suck it. He peered up at me and said, "How's it goin'?" in a choked voice. I huskily replied, "Fine." He said, "That's pretty huge." I said, "Thanks." He said, "Can I touch it?" "Okay," I said. His hand shakily approached my dick and he wrapped his hand around the pole in my sweatpants. He exhaled. "Wow. I'd love to have this in my mouth." I said nothing and he slowly pulled my dick up and down through the sweatpants as I peered around to make sure no one was approaching. "Let me see your underwear," I said in a low voice. "Okay," he said, as he undid his pants, still seated. He unzipped his zipper and pulled the fly open, revealing an erect cock in red satin bikinis. I told him to play with his bulge, which he did. He said, "Let's go into the bathroom so I can see this thing," but that was too much for me. I said, "Actually, I don't think that's safe here." There was a pause and I said, "Do you like that?", as he seemed to be mesmerized with pulling my cock through my pants. "Yeah," he said. "Well," I said, "I better be going." He reluctantly let me go and watched as I readjusted my sweatpants, now with a big precum stain, where my cockhead was sticking straight out from my body in my blue sweatpants. I whispered "Goodnight," and bounced home to multiple stares until I got back to my apartment where I jerked off twice.
