He was middle aged, not tall, not short, slim for his age, with neat short hair and a small beard. “Go upstairs to the first room on the left and pu... on the clothes that you find on the bed.” I nodded and stood up. When I walked into the small bedroom I stopped in shock. On the bed there was a small pink dress, a pair of see through black panties and a tiny black lacy bra. I froze. I thought at fifteen I’d already considered most things in my fantasies when I wanked but this had never crossed. I pull her with me as I walk to the darkened door. I try the knob and it turns. I slowly open the door. It’s empty. It’s apparently the main librarian’s office but it obviously isn’t in use this late at night. I pull Lisa inside and close the door. There isn’t a lock. There is just enough light coming in from the hallway to illuminate the room. I turn to look at Lisa. She has a questioning look on her face. “Take off your clothes,” I tell her. She pauses. She’s not in control this time, so. I slowly lowered my head to his penis. Licking my lips, I gently stuck out my tongue and slowly ran it from the base to the tip, tasting my cousin's sweet flesh. Kyle let out a small moan. Then, I slowly took the whole thing in my mouth and began sucking on it, bobbing my head back and forth like he said. Kyle was moaning, panting and writhing beneath me. He gently ran his hands through my hair. "Ohh, yeah, Jake, keep sucking. That feels so good."I continued sucking him off, running my tongue. I had come to realize, only recently, that he might have some excuse for his bitterness.His mother had put him in an orphanage as a young boy. She claimed that she could no longer provide for him or his sister. During the Great Depression, her husband had died from Tuberculosis. When she had later come to reclaim him, she had married a man who would be nothing but a terror to the young man and his mother. The few toys that he did possess had been taken from him and distributed to the other kids.