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For the rest of the week, I can?t find you. It drives me mad, knowing you?re at the same university, but can?t officially meet you. I try checking the library, the parking lot, and the gym at all hours of the day, but no luck. I can?t fap without thinking of you, and even then, I can never finish.Out of mental and sexual frustration, I head to the public library on Saturday. The university library where we met only really has academic books, and I?m in need of a good novel. The entire time I browse the shelves, I constantly check over my shoulder, down aisles, and through the shelves, hoping I might find you here. Still nothing.I find a copy of the next book in a series I started reading over the summer and check it out at the counter. It?s just a young adult novel about ancient myths in modern-day America, but the library assistant gives me a sly look. I shrug it off and step out into the brisk fall air.While I wonder if I?ll spot you as I walk back through campus, I want a change of pace and decide Yozgat Escort to read outside at the park behind the library. With the book under my arm and hands buried deep in my warm pockets, I stroll around the park, looking for a secluded spot, away from the chilling wind and view of others.There?s only one place where I can hide from the public and the wind. A bench beside a birdbath in a crook of bushes and trees. The path spirals into the cubby, and in any other season, flowers would litter the topiary. Now, dead leaves rattle across the pavement and crunch underfoot. Even in the cold and fading season, enough leaves remain on the bush to protect me as I?d like.Always one yearning for quiet, I walk silently, picking my way through the leaves and settle myself on the frigid stone bench. It?ll heat the longer I sit here, but I still tuck my coat beneath me for a limited barrier.A few pages into the novel and I?m already disappointed. The author has sold out to progressive Yozgat Escort Bayan marketing, altering and killing off my favorite characters over the past few books. This one is no exception. Shaking my head, I speed read, it?s something to do to kill the time and takes my mind away from you.My eyes scan the words without recognition, my mind caught in my thoughts about you. This isn?t working. I sigh and place a bookmark to save my spot, knowing I?m going to finish the book just so I can say I did.Before I stand, I hear a squeaking gasp from behind me. I turn and look at the bush, expecting a squirrel or chipmunk to rustle the branches as it scurries away from me. Nothing seems to move. More interested in a woodland creature than returning to the dorm so soon, I sit still and wait.Another gasp, but this time I know it?s not an animal. This cannot be happening. My mind races, filling in the blanks for me as the street noise dies down and I can hear a faint squelching. Escort Yozgat No. Fucking. Way.My cock rises to the occasion, but stifling the urge, I silently crouch to my hands and knees and peer under the bushes. I see the corner of a blanket and place my cheek against the sidewalk. I see golden hair splayed out over the checkered pattern and a puffy black arm, pumping rhythmically.I can?t deny it. Fate must smile upon me. I check over my shoulder and assure myself no one else would be out here in this cold. It?s just us weirdos.So I do what any weirdo would do, stumbling upon you getting off in the bushes. I whip it out and start stroking to match you. I can?t believe how horny you are. I?ve never met anyone who masturbates in public, let alone in as many locations or as frequently as you.I have to meet you for real, but I know now isn?t the best time. Despite three previous occasions of making eye contact during or post-exhibition, I don?t think things would play out the way I want if I interrupted you now.My cock feels feverish in my hand compared to the temperature. Exposed to the cold air, my pre-cum bites into my urethra, in a good way. My pants and zipper don?t allow me to hit the base like I like, but I?ll take what I can get while you?re on display.