The Bookshop Owner Chapter 5
THE BOOKSHOP OWNER -- CHAPTER 5
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It took me a while to achieve the right level of concentration, but Dan was right, the shop does get quiet towards the end of the day. It was unusual to read in a bookshop at first, but, after a few minutes, it felt refreshing to be able to just sit and read, unbothered by emails, meetings and other distractions.
Dan didn't make an appearance for the entire hour I was here, making it clear that his invitation to come and spend time reading was genuine, not just an excuse for sex. At the same time, I would lie if I said I wasn't thinking about it. Every time I shift in my seat, even on the cushioned windowsill, the butt plug I'm wearing hits different pressure points inside me. I chose a bigger plug than last time, as instructed, with a thinner neck for comfort. The constant feeling of fullness has already given me several erections since leaving the flat, as well as what I am sure is a generous precum stain in my briefs.
Around five minutes past closing time, I hear Dan close the front door to the shop, so I start gathering my things and make my way down. Some of the lights are already off downstairs. I notice that the ones on the mezzanine where I was reading were left on, even though the natural light from outside would have probably been enough for me to read comfortably.
Dan is locking the security grilles outside and doesn't notice me right away. He's wearing another one of his thick, slightly oversized work shirts that accentuate his broad shoulders. My memory travels back to our last encounter, as he lifts his arms and his midriff is visible for just a second. He notices me, raises his eyebrows and gives me a slight nod. He comes in.
"Hey, buddy, so how did the reading session go?"
"Surprisingly alright actually. I can't remember the last time I sat down to just... read. Thanks again for the inviting me."
"Of course, any time."
He heads to the back and I follow after him, trying not to look too needy.
"Will you make it a weekly commitment then?"
"I think so? It's great to have a quiet spot where emails can't reach me."
He's sitting at the desk, fiddling with two sets of keys. Then he gets up and hangs one of them on the hooks near the door.
"Okay, then..." he announces, "Is it time for your reward?"
I'm still standing in the doorway, as he gets closer to me. With the same handsome smile, he presses his body against mine, moving me closer to the desk. He slips a hand inside my jeans. He finds the base of my plug and presses his fingers against it. I feel his breath down my neck.
"Just checking" he says. "I'll have to trust you on the size for now. We are going out soon, I want to introduce you to someone."
This comes as a surprise. I instinctively clench my ass, which I'm sure he felt with his hand.
"Don't worry," he adds, "it's not sexual. There's an intellectual side to this bookshop as well, you know?" He looks at his watch. "But we've still got a little time before that."
He moves his hand to my shoulder and softly pushes me down to my knees. I'm curious about the plans he mentioned for the evening, but I'm starting to trust him, so I decide to follow his lead for now and ask questions later.
I push his shirt and undershirt up, satisfying my need to rub his belly again. He's unbuckling his belt, clearly wanting to get down to business without too much foreplay. Once his trousers are down, he leans against the desk. His hard cock is peeking from the elastic band of his white briefs. I slip both my hands under his briefs to cup his hairy butt cheeks. He throws his head back with a grunt. As I massage and squeeze his glutes, I start kissing his cock through the fabric, starting from the base, up to the bare tip, which is now fully visible and pressed against his pubic hair. I start using my tongue to tease the head, playfully sucking and pulling on the foreskin.
As I wrap my mouth around the head, he pushes his briefs down and thrusts his cock deeper into my throat. He doesn't bother placing his hands behind my head. He pulls out and thrusts a second time. Then a third. He starts fucking my face with increasing speed. I withstand each push with ease, albeit with a little more saliva than usual due to the girth of his tool.
"Do you like Daddy fucking your face, boy?"
"Hmm-hmm" I whimper with my mouth full.
He finally moves his hand, grabbing my hair from the back and turning my head up to face him. He looks particularly handsome as his smirk meets my needy expression. He pushes my face against his pubes.
I inhale deeply and loudly. His hand continues to guide my head movements, down to his balls. I start licking the smooth, soft skin; right side first, then left side. I give in completely, as his hand moves my head like it's his personal masturbator. Perhaps in an effort to increase efficiency, he shoves his cock back into my mouth. He doesn't let go this time and makes me deepthroat it just like he did last time. He finally lets me come back for air and asks: "Ready for Daddy's cum?"
I nod. He narrows his eyes and stands still.
"Please, Daddy," I add, "give me your cum. I need your cum inside me."
"Better" he says and shoves his cock inside. He starts thrusting again, with rhythmic strokes. I enjoy the feeling of being used like this, his tempo almost hypnotising me. It doesn't take much time before his cock starts going deeper and his breath getting heavier.
"Here you go, baby" he says, as hot semen starts flooding my mouth. Mindful of my previous experience walking home covered in cum, I tightly wrap my mouth around his cock, swallowing every drop. In fact, I grab his cheeks and push my face harder against his crotch, wanting as much of him inside me as possible.
As his grunts subside, he looks down and smiles at me.
"Good boy... Wouldn't be very polite to meet new people covered in cum like last time."
He grabs me from my armpits and pulls me up, pushing me towards the wall, his face right against mine. He licks the corner of my mouth, cleaning up the last residue of his cum.
Then he starts kissing me.
I reciprocate, our tongues linking up for the first time. His beard tickles my face, while his hand massages my crotch. His breathing is starting to go back to normal, and the kissing becomes slower and more sensual, until he pulls away.
"Okay, time to go" he says, pulling his underwear and trousers back up. I reach down to my crotch, dick still hard, and adjust the fabric of my jeans.
"We'll have to work on controlling your erections... But all in due time. For now, a little edging should do you some good. Ready to go?"
I smile back cheekily. We both know the way he's toying with me turns me on. "Fair enough, guess I don't have much of a choice. So where are we going?"
"There's a gay pub nearby. I want to show you off a bit."
The response comes so quick, it wipes the smile off my face. I stand still, puzzled, as he grabs a set of keys from the desk and exits the room.
"I'm just kidding, I just have to drop something off. And I think there's someone you'd like to meet." He turns off all the lights that were still on. "What?" he adds, "You can't walk with a plug up your ass?"
*
The pub really isn't far, just a 10-minute walk from the shop. It's a cosy space, with dark wooden furniture and Pride-themed bunting behind the bar. It doesn't strike me as particularly modern, but it's clean. There aren't many people around yet.
As we enter, a young man, possibly in his late twenties, sitting at one of the round tables in the back, smiles and waves at us. Well, waves at Dan and, by default, at me. We approach him. He's wearing a tight-fitted polo, making him look smart, if a bit geeky.
"Hey, buddy!" Dan says, "Been keeping alright?"
"Not too bad, thanks -- yourself?"
Dan nods and then turns towards me, "This is the poet I was telling you about."
The young man's smile widens. "So nice to meet you! Dan was saying you just moved here! I'm Louis, I help out at the shop sometimes, especially over the summer."
We shake hands. "Very nice to meet you" I reply, still trying to work out the relationship between the two of them.
"Here you go" Dan says, sliding the set of keys he brought with him over to Louis.
"Ah, that's brilliant, thanks" he replies, tucking the keys away into a black bum bag he placed on the chair next to him.
"And what would you both like to drink?" Dan asks.
"G&T?" Louis says. Then Dan turns towards me, waiting.
"Uhm, yeah, same for me, thank you."
Dan leaves to get the drinks while Louis and I sit down.
"Dan was saying you teach at the university. I just graduated from there actually -- I was doing an MA in History. Are you in English?"
I start to wonder how much Dan revealed about me and our... relationship.
"Yeah, just started. I mostly teach undergrads. It's a good crowd."
"I know quite a few students from English, they attend the bookshop events often."
Dan comes back with our cocktails and his own drink, a pint of lager.
"Have you told him about the reading group yet?" he asks Louis.
Louis shakes his head. "Not yet, I was just about to."
"Louis organises the best reading group in town."
"It's a small town" Louis continues, amused by his remark, "but Dan is kind enough to let us host it at the bookshop on Tuesday evenings. It usually runs between September and June."
"That sounds great," I chime in. "I haven't been in a reading group since... Well, since I was a student. What made you want to start it?"
"Just personal interest, I guess. Dan needed help covering the shop on certain days of the week and he's been stuck with me and my extracurricular projects ever since. Even now that I'm not exactly a student anymore. Anyway, Dan suggested you would be interested in joining, but it's totally up to you. We are total amateurs, and you probably already have enough seminars and tutorials to attend!"
"Oh, no, not at all, it sounds perfect. It's exactly what I need right now. I miss being on the other side of the learning environment."
"Perfect! We just need to convince the Big Friendly Giant over here to join then."
I turn to Dan with a questioning look.
"Somebody has to get the shop ready to close at the end of the day." He shrugs with a smile.
"Hmm-hmm" Louis says unconvinced, then looks back at me. "I'll send you the details then? We are just about to select a new novel, so it's the perfect time to join!" He takes the last few sips of his drink, which he finished surprisingly quickly. "I am so sorry, I have to nip off now. It was lovely to meet you in person! I'll get your details from Dan. And I'll see you both next week? Thank you for the drink!"
He grabs his bag and makes a swift exit, leaving me and Dan at the table, finishing off our own drinks.
"Louis can be a little intense, but he's a good chap."
"He seems great" I say, perhaps a little too hesitant. Is it really just a work relationship? Does he call anyone "buddy"?
"It's good to have an extra pair of hands over the summer, especially if I want to take some time off."
I nod.
"Do you want to head back to my place?" Dan asks, out of the blue.
My hole twitches around the butt plug. Any anxiety about Louis is instantly dissipated and my "Yes!" comes out a little too excited. My impatience is making Dan smile again.
We follow the same path back to the shop, until Dan stops just across the street from it and takes out the keys.
"You live right in front of your shop?" I ask, surprised. "Talk about dedication to the craft."
"What can I say, it makes the morning commute extra easy."
The front door opens onto a narrow staircase leading to different flats over several floors. Dan's is on the first floor.
"Come in" he says, taking off his shoes on the doormat and going inside. I do the same.
It's a huge loft with a tall concrete ceiling and exposed red brick walls. The ceiling is so high that the bedroom is situated on a mezzanine. One of the exterior walls faces the street, with large windows similar to those in the bookshop, but without the frosted glass.
There is still a little natural light coming in from outside, but Dan switches on the floor lamp next to the L-shaped sofa anyway. The kitchen is open-plan, with a big island in the middle that also serves as a dining table.
"I would give you a tour, but I'm afraid there isn't much to explore. It's a bit rough around the edges, but it's convenient. Do you want another drink?"
I nod, my eyes still exploring the space. "I owe you two drinks now, then."
"That's okay, you can pay me back in other ways" he says, heading to the kitchen. I hear cabinets opening and glasses clinking. I move closer to the windows and notice that they face the shop's front door directly. The lights are off, but you can easily read the sign and see the shop window. There are a few passersby on the street.
Dan hands me my drink; it looks like another gin and tonic. His is already on the coffee table in front of the sofa. We sit down. It's so big and the fabric so soft that it could easily be used as a bed.
Despite having had sex already, it feels like the first time we are in an intimate setting. I am a little overwhelmed as we sit so close on the sofa. His arm rests along the back of the sofa, almost inviting me to nestle my head on his chest. I choose to sit next to him, within reach of his arm, so that he can pull me closer if he likes.
His hand moves to the side of my head almost immediately and starts playing with my hair and my ear. "Thanks for coming today. Louis was over the moon when I told him about you. He loves that reading group."
I try not to let yet another mention of Louis spoil my mood. His hand teasing my ear is making me hard anyway, so it's not too difficult. He pulls me closer and gives me an intense kiss. Then he grabs me by my hips, placing me in a familiar ass-up position.
"Let's see how this hole is doing."
He takes off both my jeans and my underwear in one motion, and spreads my cheeks. I feel the cool air hit my crack, wet with lube and sweat from the afternoon. He starts pulling on it, then releases it, stretching my hole a little more each time. It's a much girthier plug, so I know he's enjoying the sight of my hole stretching and expanding.
After a few minutes of back and forth, it comes out with a loud, wet pop.
"Good boy. This size is more appropriate."
He drops the plug between my legs, inside my underwear, which is already soaked in ass juices and precum. I feel his breath on my hole and, right after, the ticklish sensation of his beard on my cheeks. He starts rimming me with loud wet noises and my hole puckers up with every lick. He starts alternating this with penetrating me with the tip of his tongue. My cheeks are fully spread so he can get his face as close and deep as he can inside me. I can do nothing but enjoy this moment, as his hands on my cheeks pin me face-down on the sofa.
Once he's satisfied with eating me out -- instead of pulling me up -- he leans over me and turns me on my side, until we are in spooning position. He places his hand on my face and turns it around for a wet kiss with a faint taste of lube.
He sits up, opens the drawer of the side table next to the sofa, and takes out a few items. He comes back to spoon me and tucks an old t-shirt underneath the both of us. Then I hear squirting noises, so I turn my head back. He's lubing up his cock -- a view that makes my dick even harder and my hole twitch.
"Lubing me up is going to be one of your tasks soon, so make sure you learn."
I am so loose and slippery from the butt plug, from the rimming and from the lube that his cock slides in like it's been made to go inside my ass. He starts thrusting in and out without any effort.
"I thought about fucking you all day long."
"Me, too... Please, give it to me. Please, breed me" I respond, without waiting for any encouragement this time. My words seem to speed up his tempo. He reaches round my body and starts pinching my nipples and kissing my neck, all the while fucking me, relentless.
I feel he's getting closer. His hand goes from my nipple down to my hard dick and he starts wanking me off. My moans get louder, and I immediately reach my orgasm, cum pooling on the old t-shirt. I realise he's also coming, this time inside me. His thrusts go deeper and the tempo slows down as he grunts in my ear.
We stay in this position for several minutes, spooning on the sofa, catching our breath. His cock slides out of my hole almost on its own. I see his hand moving, reaching down between my cheeks. With his fingers, he takes some of the cum that dribbled out and makes me suck on it. Then he wraps his big arm around me, and we lie there, sweaty and spent, for a while longer.
"I can't wait to see you at reading group next week. I'll think about that plug in your ass the entire time."
I smile. Although the thought of Louis creeps back into my mind. "Can I just ask... Are you and Louis...?"
He bursts out laughing. "Louis? Is that what it was? Is my boy getting a little jealous?"
"I just... You called him `buddy' and I thought..." I mumble. Hearing myself now, I realise how silly it sounds out loud.
"Louis is just a friend" he says, running his hand through my hair. "You thought `buddy' was a term I used just for you?"
I can feel him getting hard again, his cock pushing against my cheek. I push my ass back, looking for the tip. We meet and he slides back inside me.
"The term I reserve exclusively for you is `sub'." We cuddle closer, his cock inside me, and quietly fall asleep.
-- END OF CHAPTER 5 --
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