The Bookshop Owner Chapter 8
THE BOOKSHOP OWNER -- CHAPTER 8
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The first thing I feel when I wake up is Dan's hands still wrapped around my body. He is caressing my chest and my stomach with both hands, spooning me tightly, with one of his thick legs on top of both of mine. I can feel his warm breath on my neck, a low rumble, maybe a slight snore. The daylight is starting to enter the flat, meaning it's probably early morning. I'm still half asleep, but I can feel Dan starting to grind against me. I can feel the hardness of his cock pushing against my lower back.
"Morning, buddy..." he says, with a voice so groggy I am barely able to make out the individual words. "Daddy needs to unload..."
I can't help but let out a soft chuckle. With my eyes still closed, I nod and throw the light summer duvet over my head. I reach back and grab Dan's cock, just to see where it's positioned. I stroke it up and down a couple of times, then move my hand in between my cheeks and start pulling at the plug. I can already feel wetness where my ass cheeks meet the silicone, a mixture of lube and cum from last night. My hole is so stretched, and my muscles so relaxed from the drowsiness, that I barely notice the toy as it comes out. I carefully move it from under the duvet and place it on the bedside table, pointing up. I quickly retract my arm into the warmth of the sheets, straight back to my hole, coating my fingers in the slick residue left behind by the butt plug.
I grab Dan's cock, whose regular breathing gives me the confirmation that he's also not fully awake yet. His cock, however, definitely is. I stroke it again, this time with the intention of getting it wet and warm for me. I place the tip against my hole and push my butt back just slightly, so that it will stay there, ready to go in but not inside me yet.
The sensation of his tip brushing against my hole seems to have an effect on Dan who -- consciously or just instinctively -- begins moving his hips again. The head of his cock goes in without effort, and, for a while, he just uses his head to come in and out of my hole. I let myself enjoy the sensation under the darkness of the sheets and encourage my mind and body not to wake up, to just lay there, filled up like I was before I took the butt plug out.
Dan's thrusts build up ever so slightly, but nothing like the intensity of last night. His grunts are deep but quiet, muffled by the sheets and pillows. The only other sound I can hear is the padlock on my chastity cage, clinking softly with every push. I feel relaxed around him, safe and satisfied in his arms. Almost like I'm being lulled to sleep by waves of pleasure, I drift in and out of slumber, until he tightens his grip around me, twitching and moaning. He came.
I fall asleep again, as Dan whispers unintelligible words of praise and pleasure in my ear.
*
When I wake up and emerge out of the duvet, daylight is flooding the loft. I let my eyes get used to the brightness, while I turn towards the other side of the bed, finding it empty. As I get a hold of all my senses, I can hear sounds of cooking from downstairs as well as the appetising smell of breakfast food. I know I could probably get closer to the railing and have a peek, but I don't want Dan to notice I'm awake just yet. I notice the butt plug on the bedside table and suddenly the hazy memories from earlier this morning come back.
I reach back with my hand and my ass is indeed butt-plug-free -- an unusual sensation these days. The only traces left are a few spots of dried cum and the sense of satisfaction from being a good slut even in the early hours of the day.
I sit up and re-adjust my chastity cage, feeling tight from all the reminiscing. Trying to distract myself, I look around the bed, in search of clothes to put on, before realising I wasn't wearing any last night to begin with. One of the sliding doors to Dan's wardrobe, which is fitted into the wall in front of the bed, is half-open. Clothes are neatly folded in drawers or on hangers. That's when I notice a stack of books peaking out from the right side. I open the sliding door some more and discover several stacks of books, roughly organised into classic fiction, recent fiction and some non-fiction, poetry and plays. The books vary considerably in genre and physical condition: expensive, cloth-bound books are stacked together with old paperbacks from classic book series showing deep folds along their spines and slightly yellowed pages. I slide the door back to its original position and head downstairs.
Dan is busy frying eggs and bacon in the kitchen. He's wearing a casual outfit -- loose-fit shirt, jeans and an apron. I can't help but feel a hint of embarrassment as I go down the stairs with my chastity cage dangling between my legs and nothing else. He notices me immediately.
"'Morning! You're really not an early riser, are you?"
"It's not even a working day" I say rubbing my eyes. "Why are you up so early?"
He must have interpreted it as a rhetorical question because, instead of replying, he finishes plating two full English breakfasts and places them on the kitchen table, which is already set. Before sitting down, I look for my bag and find a pair of shorts to wear. They barely cover my anything, but at least I won't stain the kitchen chairs. Dan shoots me a quizzical look.
"Would you rather have cum all over your furniture?" I respond.
"Wouldn't be the first time... But fair enough, rule's lifted for the duration of the meal. You must have two loads inside you at least."
I blush, flashes of memories from our early morning fun flooding back.
"So, what's the plan for the day?" I ask, squeezing a dollop of ketchup onto my hashbrowns. I can't remember the last time I had a cooked breakfast at home like this.
"How would you feel about a picnic?"
"Sound nice," I say, looking out the window at the clear sky, still a little groggy.
"I'm going to need a little more enthusiasm than that. I've already packed our lunch" Dan says, tilting his head towards an insulated lunch bag on the counter.
"Stop it! What time did you even wake up!"
"Not everyone sleeps until midday." He chuckles, popping a large piece of sausage into his mouth.
"It's barely 10am!"
He scoffs sarcastically, "yeah, right."
I narrow my eyes and give him a sharp look. "Anyway," I start, changing the subject, "why do you keep all your books in your wardrobe up there?"
Dan takes a second to realise what I'm talking about, but he doesn't seem taken off guard, he just shrugs.
"Where else am I supposed to put them?"
"A... bookshelf? You have a nice flat, that's so weird, man!"
"Hmm, yeah, never given that much thought to be honest, I mostly read in bed."
I don't break eye contact, trying to assess whether he's lying to me, but it really doesn't sound like he's joking.
"Well, we're getting you a bookshelf. There's some nice volumes up there, they'd look good organised in rows, instead of wobbly piles..."
"They are not wobbly!"
"If you say so..."
We finish up breakfast and I offer to clean the dishes, but Dan swiftly grabs both plates and puts them in the sink.
"No, go get ready or we'll never get to the park... Oh. And butt plug rules are back in full effect," he says, looking at my shorts with contempt. "Don't bother closing the bathroom door." He flashes me a big grin and turns towards the sink.
Well, better get started.
After grabbing the butt plug from the bedside table, I head back down to the bathroom. Despite Dan being out of my line of sight, the thought of him being able to hear me douche and wash the butt plug fills me with equal amounts of excitement and embarrassment. I'm about to jump into the shower when he pops his head in.
"Thought you might need these. Strictly under supervision, I'm afraid" he says, dangling the tiny keys to the lock of my cage. They are barely visible, hanging from the tips of his fingers.
I reach out and he drops them into my hand. I unlock it quickly, feeling my dick grow rapidly at the thought of freedom and of Dan's presence. I rinse the cage under warm water and massage the area all around balls. I'm can see a little redness, but there's no irritation, just stubble.
"Do you mind if I shave?"
"Be my guest" Dan says, leaning against the door.
I grab a razor and shaving gel from my toiletries bag, and I enter the shower. It's a walk-in shower with bright white tiles and it takes up the entire left-side of the bathroom. It could easily fit two or three people.
I start squirting some of the shaving gel into my hand, when I hear Dan unbuckling his belt. I look up and I realise that he doesn't seem to have any intention of joining me, but he certainly wants to enjoy the show. He is stroking his cock without even bothering to take his jeans off.
I take my time massaging the gel on my balls and the crevices around them. My dick is hard, so it's not difficult to make sure it's out of the way. I start shaving with smooth, gentle motions, never looking at Dan directly but knowing that he's staring at my every movement. It doesn't take long to remove all the stubble, but I'm already leaking precum by the end of it.
I turn the shower on and rinse the razor and my balls from the shaving gel. I don't even dare touch the shaft of my dick, both because Dan hasn't given me permission to and because I would likely come within seconds.
I turn around and start lathering up with soap. I look up at Dan, but he's enjoying his wank, his eyes more interested in my ass than anything else. I turn again, and this time bend over to wash my ass, making sure I spread my cheeks and show my hole, before adding soap and massaging my glutes. I can hear a grunt from outside, muffled by the splashing sounds of the shower.
I rinse off, again enjoying Dan's lustful stares, and then I go back to the bent over position. This time, I point my hole directly at him and I wet two fingers with my mouth. I start fingering myself, one of my cheeks pushed against the glass pane separating me from Dan. The warm water is making things particularly loose and relaxed, so I add a third finger, prepping my hole for another day of being plugged.
It must be quite the vision for Dan, who first saw my ass in very similar circumstances when I accidentally showed him a video of me fucking a dildo in the shower all those weeks ago.
"Come `ere" he barks from outside the shower, walking closer. I stand back up and before I can realise what's happening, Dan grabs me by the hair and makes me kneel in front of him. His cock is millimetres away from my face, but his grip suggests he is not inviting me to suck it. It only takes him a few seconds to start coming all over my face. Warm strands of cum land on my eyes, nose, lips, hair and chest. I open my mouth to catch as much as of it as I can. Once the spurts end, he uses his cock to push the cum covering my face into my mouth. I accept it eagerly, licking the tip without moving my head and swallowing his salty juices.
He lets me go -- not that he needed to use much force to convince me to kneel and cum all over me -- and puts his cock back in his trousers.
"We're leaving in 20 minutes" he announces, "use your time wisely. I need you plugged and caged by then, so don't even think about wanking off that little prick of yours." And, with a big smile on his face, he leaves.
The shower is still running and my dick doesn't seem to have any intention of going soft. I get up, rinse off Dan's cum from my face and then lower the water temperature. A cold shower should help.
*
The park isn't far, but I wish we would have taken a bus to get there anyway. I'm convinced Dan is making me walk for 30 minutes across a crowded city centre with a butt plug in my ass on purpose. We are walking slowly; he's carrying most of the picnic supplies while I hold the outdoor blanket under my arm.
I have never been to this park, but I'm surprised by its size despite being fairly close to the city centre. We walk past more curated areas with decorative bushes, a playground area with a café, and an open field where seasonal workers are setting up a stage for an evening event. We settle under some trees, near a different entrance from the one we used, far from the loud screams of children in the playground. The park is large enough to accommodate the many people who came out for the Bank Holiday without feeling crowded. I unfold the blanket so that Dan can set down the cool bag with our food and drinks.
Once we settle in, Dan hands me a can of pre-mixed gin and tonic. Most people on this side of the park are adults -- couples or groups of university students. For a moment, the thought of one of my students seeing me here makes my heart sink. I try to get the scenario out of my head, checking again that the cage isn't visible through my trousers, while Dan grabs his own cocktail from the bag.
"I can't believe you've never been here before" he says, continuing the conversation we were having on our way here.
"I wasn't expecting it to be this big. Do you come here often then?"
"Hmm, used to. When I moved here about -- my word... -- fifteen years ago? Yeah, I came here a lot."
"You moved here fifteen years ago?"
"Yeah, I--uh..." He takes a big gulp of his drink. He swallows and lets out a sigh. "I moved here to live with my ex-wife. I jumped around a lot when I was youn--"
"Hang on a minute! Ex-wife?"
"And two beautiful children, 15 and 16 now. Let me show you some photos."
That shuts me up. He's got children?
Dan's serious expression suddenly breaks into loud laughter.
"You wanker!" I yell, pushing him away.
He wipes away tears from the corner of his eyes. "God, do you despise children that much? The look of disgust on your face!"
I bury my face in my hands, laughing.
"The ex-wife though..." he says, getting somewhat serious again. "She does exist." He smiles. "We grew up together in the same council estate. Moving here was our big city adventure all those years ago. We are still good friends, but we both discovered new things about ourselves once we left."
He shrugs and takes another gulp of his drink. "Good things came from it, I opened the bookshop, she trained as teacher, we went our own way eventually."
"She sounds lovely," I interject, "sorry, I didn't mean to react like that. It just took me by surprise, I guess."
"It's fine--I'm the one who's awkward about it."
"We all have our own special brand of internalised homophobia, don't we..." We pause for a second.
"So, yeah, Alex and I came here often when we first met. We used to have long conversations about our lives, our ambitions -- things 20-year-olds like to bang on about. Neither of us got to go to uni once we left college, so we went through that discovery phase together, I guess. I think she knew I wasn't straight even before I finally told her."
I get closer to him, leaning my head against his shoulder and squeezing his arm.
"How come neither of you ended up going to uni?"
"Alex went back to uni after a few years. But it was never discussed in my family, you know? Even if we could afford it, and my teachers were supportive, I really couldn't see myself there. And it's not a sappy story about a working-class child deprived of his future... I genuinely wanted to leave and earn my own living."
"No, I get it... But what about after that?"
"What about it?"
"You never thought of going back to study?" A strong breeze starts rustling the tree leaves all around us.
"Not really... Don't exactly need a degree to run the bookshop."
I nod, keeping my head on his shoulder. The breeze picks up, strong enough to blow a corner of the blanket over my leg. The cold air gets inside my shirt, making me shiver. A raindrop brushes my cheek.
"It's about to rain, isn't it?"
More and more people around us are starting to look up. Grey clouds are quickly advancing, now covering most of the visible blue sky.
"Yup," Dan says, zipping up the cool bag.
*
By the time the bus finally gets to our stop, we are completely drenched. Our fault for not taking an umbrella with us on a Spring Bank Holiday day out. Wiping raindrops off my forehead, we tap our cards on the reader and make our way to the very back of the bus. We sit down next to each other, Dan taking the window seat and me the aisle seat.
The bus is loud, old and a bit smelly and damp from people's umbrellas and raincoats. Dan is sitting next to me, filling all the leg room available and holding the cool bag on his lap. I shuffle slightly to my left to give him some more personal space.
"We didn't even eat the food," I frown comically at our situation, and Dan lets out a soft chuckle. He extends his pinkie finger to meet my thigh, gently patting and stroking it for the rest of the trip home.
A sudden but silent rush comes over us once we get off the bus. The rain has turned into drizzle, and it feels like it's evaporating as soon as it comes into contact with the warmth of our bodies. I can feel a sense of urgency coming from Dan, too, as we power-walk our way home from the bus stop.
As soon as we get inside, Dan drops the cool bag on the floor and kisses me. We start taking each other's damp clothes off, kissing each other in between undressing, leaving a trail of shoes, shirts, trousers and underwear going from the entrance all the way to the bathroom.
Dan kneels in front of me. He starts licking my foreskin through the cage. I can see thick strands of precum as he does that, and my dick grows, pushing against the confines of the cage, my balls straining under the pressure. I close my eyes, trying to breathe through it. Only a few moments after that, Dan reaches out to his trousers on the floor, finding the cage keys in his pocket. He unlocks me and the top of the cage almost flies out, pushed away by my erection. Dan takes the ring off my balls and, in one gulp, wraps his mouth around the shaft of my dick. I can feel his tongue moving, making slurping sounds as he moves up and down ever so slightly. His moustache and beard tickle my pubic area and balls, making the sensation almost unbearable. I feel so overwhelmed that I am either about to come or lose my erection entirely.
Before I am able to process any of this, Dan gets up and leads me into the shower. He turns me around, facing the wall, and starts pulling the plug out. While his cock rubs against my ass cheek, he kisses my neck like an enraged bull. The plug pops out. Dan lets it go, and it bounces a few times before finally landing on the shower tray. He turns on the shower, but the jet doesn't hit us directly. I can feel the water splashing and gathering at my feet going from ice cold to comfortably warm.
Steam starts forming in the bathroom as Dan kneels behind me and starts eating me out. My hole feels warm, sensitive and loose -- even without sticking his tongue inside, Dan can reach bright pink areas of my hole, making nerve endings in my toes and fingers tingle.
"Fuck me, please! I need you inside... Fill me up, Daddy," I exclaim. Dan responds by pushing his tongue even further inside my hole.
"Looks like my tongue is not big enough for your hungry hole... Let's try something larger."
Dan gets up, moves me under the direct jet of the warm water and slides his cock inside me. It goes in without any resistance. His cock just taking his rightful place inside me, an opening that he's prepared, trained and made his. He enjoys his reward by pushing his shaft deep inside me and locking me in a powerful embrace from behind. I am unable to move. I give up all control to him as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside me and I feel content, imagining my body working as his own personal cock sleeve.
With his arms still wrapped around my chest, preventing me from moving mine, he reaches down to my dick, wet from the water coming from the shower, and he starts stroking it. One, two, three times. My foreskin is slick with precum and it expands and retracts under his powerful grip. Here we go.
I start whimpering in pleasure, unable to even warn him of my orgasm, but it doesn't seem to matter. Dan is coming together with me, his cock is pulsing against my prostate, injecting his warm cum inside me, filling me up just like he did this morning.
Instead of staying inside me this time, he pulls out shortly after his orgasm comes to an end. I can feel some of his cum dripping from my hole and down my thighs. He leans against the wall, and he moves me to face him. He gives me one last, passionate and quiet kiss, then we hug again. Pressing my face against his chest, we stay in this position, in as much contact as we can, letting the warm water massage our entangled bodies.
-- END OF CHAPTER 8 --
I hope you enjoyed this new instalment of the story. Now that these two have experienced new levels of intimacy, I think they are ready for a little more serious BDSM. Stay tuned!
It's been a while since the last chapter! In case you missed it, I have since written a new story -- Mediterranean Hospitality -- which received an honourable mention in Nifty's Summer Holiday Story Contest 2024.
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