The Bookshop Owner Chapter 4
THE BOOKSHOP OWNER -- CHAPTER 4
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I'm comparing two very similar bags of ground coffee from my local supermarket, asking myself whether it's weird to bring coffee to somebody that invited you for coffee. But I feel like I shouldn't show up empty-handed. I am also aware of the fact that it's more of a sex thing than a coffee thing, but keeping up the pretence somehow makes it hotter. I pick the stronger of the two and check out.
It's exactly closing time when I get to the bookshop and Dan is locking the security grilles on the shop window. Lights have already been turned off inside and the door is closed but still unlocked. He notices me, and I wave at him.
"Great timing. I'm just locking up. Go inside, I'll be right in."
The nonchalant way he addresses me almost makes me question whether there will be any sex involved, or whether he just decided to finger me yesterday and invite me for a civilised, friendly chat today. I go inside the now familiar space, which is just a little darker than it usually is. There is still more than enough sunlight coming from the windows.
I proceed to the back room, where I presume he'll make the drinks, and place the bag with the coffee on the desk. He comes in shortly after me.
"Everything alright at uni?" he says, hanging two sets of keys on some small hooks by the door.
I nod politely. "I brought coffee. Wasn't sure if you had a preference."
"Ah, great call -- no, I only ever use the instant stuff, let's have this one." He grabs the small cafetière next to the tin of tea bags and turns the kettle on. "There's more space up in the mezzanine, I'll bring the drinks up if you want to sit down for a bit."
"Sounds good" I reply and head upstairs. The books on the mezzanine are about more niche subjects like gardening, cooking, and fashion, along with textbooks and reference books. To the left of the stairs, exactly above the back room, is a cosy reading corner, with a wooden bench and a coffee table. On the wall next to it, there's a tall, frosted glass window, with a cushioned windowsill. The main entrance isn't visible from up here.
I sit down on the bench and take my jacket off, looking around for familiar titles while I wait. A few minutes later, I hear steps coming from the stairs, so I get up to check whether he needs help carrying things. He's holding a wooden tray with the cafetière, two mismatched white mugs, a small milk jug, and brown sugar in a recycled marmalade jar. He puts the tray down in front of me.
"Thank you" I say, and I sit down on the bench again.
He bends down and starts pouring the hot coffee into my mug. Even at that height, it feels like he's towering over me.
"Any milk?"
"Black is fine, thanks." He hands me my mug.
"So how are you finding the move so far?"
He adds a dash of milk to his drink, then stands up and stirs it with a teaspoon. His crotch is dangerously close to my face as he does that. He's wearing military green work trousers, maybe too many pockets for my taste, but a perfect fit for his strong thighs.
"It's been... alright. The town is nice -- maybe a bit quaint." He chuckles at the comment. "But my new apartment is much larger, so I can't complain."
He leaves my side and I feel slightly more comfortable not having to look up to speak. He sits down on the windowsill.
"And you teach here now?"
"Yeah, during some parts of the year. Still getting used to the new department."
"Always been in academia?"
"Sort of... I took some time out to promote the book when it came out. But I don't think I'm chasing that kind of fame."
"Mainstream author kind of fame?"
"Yeah, I guess" I let out a quiet laugh.
"I was quite impressed with what I read." I smile, a bit embarrassed by the compliment. "I'm not trying to flatter you, you know?" he continues. "I don't need to anyway."
To his point, he's called me "good boy" more times than by my actual name, so I believe him.
"I'm surprised you stocked it, to be honest."
"We stock all kinds of queer literature. It's an interest of mine and it helps building a loyal clientele. We don't have many tools to keep up with the big names. I'm no expert, but your work is good. It's not pretentious. And you have some horny ones in there, too -- didn't know poetry could make you hard." He shifts in his seat, touching his crotch.
"Did you only read the spicy ones? Not all of them are about sex, you know?" He laughs at my response. "To be completely honest though, I'm not sure I've been particularly inspired lately, so that's very kind of you to say that."
"Writer's block?"
"More like I'm not sure what I'm doing. I'm not even sure I want to keep writing. Haven't found the right motivation yet."
He nods. "Well, plenty of inspiration here. Where do you usually work?"
I shrug. "We mostly work from home these days, when there's no teaching. I still haven't found any good spots in town. There's a small park next to my building, but it's still a little too chilly to read outside."
"So come and read here."
I'm a little surprised by the suggestion, but it comes across as genuine.
"It's quiet, especially if you come towards the end of the day. As long as you buy the books, I don't care where you read them" he says jokingly.
I pause, considering the suggestion. "I guess it would be a good excuse to leave the house from time to time? Are you sure it's okay?"
"Oh, more than okay, buddy. I love having you around. And who knows, we might get you out of this rut." He puts his mug back on the tray.
"Take it as a positive reinforcement activity" he adds, moving next to me on the bench. "Read here for an hour, and you might get shagged as a reward."
His hand finds its way to my ass, giving it a now familiar squeeze. Instead of going further this time though, he leans back and unbuttons his trousers with his other hand. I waste no time. Before he even rests his hand on my head, I push my face into his crotch.
I lift his shirt up, revealing a hairy torso. I start by caress his belly; then my growing curiosity leads my hand down his trousers and briefs, feeling his cock pulsing inside. I pull it out and realise that even though it's not fully hard yet, this is one of the biggest cocks I have ever touched. The tip of the head is peeking through the foreskin.
I open my mouth, but before I can take it in, I feel his hand on my forehead. "Always so impatient" he grunts. "Let's relax. Why don't you give it a kiss first?"
I look up as he gives me these instructions and nod in response. Without using my hands, I rest my lips on the shaft and start giving it soft pecks, starting from the base, making my way up. It's getting bigger and harder as I do this. I spend more time on the tip, where the skin is thicker and softer.
I reach out and gently pull the foreskin back, revealing the warm head. I keep kissing, up to the very tip, which is now glistening with precum. My upper lip touches the small droplet that collected there. I pull back slightly and look up. I can feel the strand of precum connecting my lips to his cock. He gives me a lustful smile.
"You are a proper slut, aren't you?"
He swipes his finger on the tip of his cock and brings the precum to my mouth. It feels great to have his finger in my mouth again. I savour it and keep sucking on his finger until he takes it away.
"Looks like you're ready to suck on the real thing."
That's all I needed to hear. I open my mouth and wrap it around the head of his cock. I pull the foreskin up, sucking on it with my mouth, and slip my tongue under it, circling the head. I hear reassuring moans and grunts. I feel his strong hand apply gentle pressure behind my head. I go deeper, swallowing as much of its length as I can. I start going up and down, focusing on relaxing my throat with each motion. After a few minutes, the gentle pressure comes back, this time more sustained. I swallow it deeper, pausing for as long as I can before going back up to take a breath. I do this three times, guided by him, each time pausing a little longer and a little deeper. When I come back for air the third time, his cock is wet and throbbing, my eyes watery.
I can feel his hand has made its way down my underwear, searching for my hole. Suddenly it stops and I look up at him.
"What do we have here?" he asks, feeling the small butt plug that I wore on my way here.
"You said you needed me horny and ready" I reply.
For a second, he looks genuinely surprised by this turn of events, like I hoped he would.
"On your back. Let me see that hole, you shameless sub." He flips me over on the bench and slips my trousers and underwear off, revealing my bare ass. He looks at me again shaking his head in disbelief. He starts playing with the butt plug, tapping it and pushing it a little deeper. He then grabs the base and starts pulling it out.
"I invited you for coffee and you show up with your hole lubed and plugged? There is no saving that, you are a sub through and through."
I nod and spread my cheeks to give him better access to the plug. It comes out easily, revealing my wet, pink hole.
"I presume no prep needed then?" he says, while he plays with it using his thumb, pushing it in and out, tickling my prostate.
"All yours" I reply.
Dan doesn't even remove his trousers, he simply puts the tip of his cock on my hole. He gives me a ravenous look, leans down, resting his torso on my chest, and pushes his cock inside me. Both my spit from the blowjob and the lube from the butt plug make it so that he can enter me with ease. At the same time, his huge cock is filling me up to the max.
"A tight, greedy hole, just like I felt yesterday" he whispers into my ear. "Can you handle Daddy's cock?"
I nod yet again, feeling him taking control, starting to move inside me. I am moaning with pleasure at every stroke, barely able to move under his weight.
"Do you like it when Daddy takes over?"
I wrap my arms around his back, encouraging him to go deeper, to fill me up more. His pace accelerates and I feel his breath getting quicker on my neck. My own dick is being stimulated from Dan's belly rubbing up against it. I feel the precum leaking out of me.
His thrusts are getting more and more powerful, until he moves back up, still fucking me.
"Do you want Daddy to come inside you?"
I nod, in between moans, feeling my ass expanding with every push.
"Oh, you are going to have to beg harder than that next time."
He pulls his cock out and thick strands of cum start landing on me, on my own dick and balls, up to my stomach and my chest. I reach out to grab my dick -- which looks so much smaller than his right now -- and I barely manage to stroke it once before I start oozing cum on my own belly and chest.
Dan's chest looks huge from this position as it goes up and down, recovering from the orgasm. He reaches down to my stomach and collects some of our cum with his index and middle finger. He brings them to my mouth and leans closer.
"If you want me to come inside you, I need to hear you beg next time."
He pushes his fingers into my mouth and I swallow his seed mixed with mine. He takes the butt plug from the coffee table, grabs me from my hips, and pushes it inside where he found it.
"Next time wear a bigger one. Since you are so eager to get fucked every time to step foot in here, I would expect you wear one every time you visit."
"Yes, sir" I respond instinctively.
He smiles. "Good boy" he says, playfully smacking me on the cheek.
As I catch my breath, I reposition and go back to sitting on the bench next to him.
"Were you serious about the offer? About reading here?"
"Of course, boy. We need to train that hole to take this cock properly" he says, just as he's putting his trousers back on. I feel myself blushing, inhibitions coming back after the orgasm.
"I'll take you up on it then... Maybe next week?"
"Sure."
I reach out to grab my jacket that fell on the ground. Dan gets up to tidy up the coffee mugs on the tray. I realise that we didn't even take most of our clothes off and mine are covered in cum. I zip up my jacket to cover the stains.
"You should keep it open" he says. "Keep it unzipped on your walk back. If you had begged a little harder, all that cum would be in your plugged ass. Least you can do is show it off now."
I obey and unzip my jacket.
"Excellent" he replies, grabbing the tray from the coffee table. We make our way down and I feel the butt plug in my used hole with every step. I head towards the front door and he heads towards the back room.
"Send me more of your stuff later" he says.
"Video or poetry?" I ask, only half joking.
He pauses and looks at me, amused by my comeback. "Both" he replies.
-- END OF CHAPTER 4 --
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