The day Phoenix Books opened on Monday, November twentieth, we were nervous and excited. We had been advertising the grand opening this past month and it was a relief to see that posting the adverts had not been in vain and we had lots of curious customers from Portland and its surrounding towns that day.
I had never worked retail before - confessing this to Sören got him teasing me about being "posh" - so I was grateful for Sören's retail experience and learned from watching him waiting on customers, helping them find things, commenting on their selections of literature.
When there was a lull in activity in the afternoon, Sören helped me put books back where they belonged, as we had a policy that allowed people to sit in the store and browse. I knew it was possible people would come in to just read and never buy, but I also thought it was more likely that they couldn't read a full novel in an entire day and getting through a couple chapters might convince them to buy it to read the rest.
"You're doing great," I told him, giving him a squeeze when he stepped down from the stool to put a book on the top shelf.
"Takk. I honestly feel like I'm not good with people and I'm awkward and I suck at this."
"Oh, honey." I squeezed him again, kissed his nose and ruffled his curls. "You don't suck." Then I couldn't help myself. I smirked and said, "Well, let me rephrase that..."
Sören threw his head back and laughed, elbowed me, then stole a kiss.
I kissed him back - I loved kissing him - and soon we were making out and running our hands over each other. "God, I want you," I growled, my mind replaying all the hot sex we'd been having over the last few weeks since he arrived.
"You could take me, you know. There's a couch over there."
"So tempting, but someone could walk in and see us." I nipped his neck.
"That's part of the thrill, innit?"
I laughed and then reached around and swatted his bum. The way Sören moaned at that got me even hotter for him, cunt twinging. "Slut."
"Takk." Sören grinned and nibbled on my lower lip.
After that, every time we had a short break between customers, Sören started kissing and groping me, driving me out of my fucking mind. By the last hour before close, my boxers were drenched, I was painfully hard, and my hands were shaking. And Sören saved his worst teasing for then, rubbing against me, kissing and licking my neck.
Immediately after the last customer left and I locked the door, I grabbed Sören by the hair and marched him to the nearest couch, tucked at the end of the sci-fi section just away from the windows. We undressed and kicked our shoes off right there, and I shoved him onto the couch. Sören got on his hands and knees, and looked over his shoulders, pleading with his eyes and a little whimper...
...and a sassy wiggle of that pert arse.
I came over, swatted his bum hard enough to make him flinch and yelp, and then let out a moan. "Please, Daddy," Sören begged.
I reached between his legs and moaned myself as I felt his juices pouring over my hand. I almost climaxed untouched. "Goddamn, baby boy, you are so fucking wet."
"Wet for you, Daddy. Nice and wet for Daddy's big, hard cock..."
He knew just what I liked. I knelt on the couch behind him, and looked down to watch my erect, pulsing bottom growth push into his creamy boypussy. I groaned as I felt his slick heat kissing my cock, and Sören cried out again, and gave a shuddery gasp. "Daddy," he whined.
I started to thrust, taking him from behind, one hand reaching around to rub his cock in vigorous circles, my other hand back and forth between pulling his hair and spanking his arse. Sören rocked his hips back at me, grabbing the arm of the couch white-knuckled, panting, begging "fuck me, Daddy, more..."
I grunted and gave it to him as hard and fast as I could, already so close to coming - the wet suctioning, smacking sound didn't help. I tried to hold back, gritting my teeth, growling. My hand pressed harder into his mound as my fingers worked his cock, my hips slapping against his, fucking with wild abandon. I couldn't believe we were doing this, fucking right in the shop, but he brought out that wild side of me and I loved it.
It didn't take long for Sören to come, and feeling his inner walls slam down on my cock, squeezing with his contractions, sent me over the edge, shuddering, knees buckling with a snarl as release throbbed through me. I bent over him, breathing harder, and Sören moaned, another of his contractions clenching me.
"You delicious slut," I purred.
Sören looked over his shoulder and I bent down and we kissed passionately, the promise there was more where that came from, later.
It was a far cry from those miserable days in London with Steve.
The shop did well for Black Friday, and the day after - November twenty-fifth - was Sören's twenty-third birthday. I had offered to close the shop for the day so we could take both Saturday and Sunday to celebrate, but Sören didn't think we could offer to lose a day of business. I still didn't feel right about us working on his birthday, so we compromised and closed the shop at two PM, taking a half-day.
We had spent Thanksgiving volunteering at a homeless shelter in Portland, cooking and serving Thanksgiving dinner, and we were allowed to take some of the food home ourselves, but took a modest portion. So we didn't have leftovers for days, nor would I make Sören eat leftovers on his birthday even though Sören was very enthusiastic about his first experience with American Thanksgiving food. I offered to take Sören out to dinner and a movie for his birthday but because of the beginning of holiday shopping season everywhere was crowded, so Sören opted for a quiet evening in with Thai takeaway and cuddling on the couch watching Disney movies.
Of course, what Sören really wanted to do was spend the night fucking our brains out, as I quickly discovered when he began making out with me fifteen minutes into Lilo and Stitch.
When we pulled apart for air, I booped his nose and said, "You are an insatiable little minx."
Sören bit his lower lip. "Jæja, maybe Daddy should punish me for being such a slut."
I laughed, delighted. I kissed him again, and then I got up and pulled him up with me. "Come on, let's give you some birthday spankings." I swatted his bum and took him by the hand to the bedroom.
Since it was his birthday, I was in the mood for something special. I undressed him slowly and deliberately, kissing and caressing his exposed flesh with each article of clothing removed, and once he was naked I had him practise his stretching exercises for ropework. As I undressed, I contemplated how to tie Sören.
I decided on a star harness that would also immobilise his arms behind his back - elegant, a bit more complex than the beginner work I'd done on him, but not as complicated as the hishi karada or more punishing positions like prawn-tying him. when we were ready, Sören sat in an open-back chair and I began to weave the knots around him, criss-crossing rope in the shape of a star in the front, connecting ropes to tie his arms behind him.
"There," I said once the harness was complete. "A star for my shining star."
Sören gave me that sweet smile and I melted.
"You're such a pretty boy for Daddy," I purred, skritching his beard, making him giggle. I admired my handiwork and the way he looked all tied up like that - he really was a work of art. "You might be the birthday boy today, but you're my present."
"Awwww, Daddy."
Then I growled and tugged at the top X of the star, yanking him up to his feet. I kissed him roughly and marched him over to the bed. "And now, I'm going to give you your birthday spankings."
Sören's face lit up and I knew immediately what was coming. "Hi Going To Give You Your Birthday Spankings, I'm -"
I smacked his arse hard. "That's one."
Sören giggled, which turned into a squeak as I pulled him over my knee. "It's going to be twenty-four," I told him. "Twenty-three and one for good lu -"
"Jæja, fucking spank me already."
I smacked his arse even harder for being sassy, which was exactly what he wanted. Sören moaned and my cunt throbbed. "Brat."
"Takk."
I slapped his arse again. "Three."
By the twenty-fourth spanking, Sören was desperately rutting against my thigh and knee, wet and dripping, and I was going out of my mind with lust at the sight of his red, rosy arse and the way he was panting, in heat for it. I wanted to fuck him senseless, but I knew it would be more fun for both of us if I tortured him a little more.
I had him sit back down on the chair where I'd tied him. I put a pillow on the seat, but even with that under his arse I knew he had to be sore, and I watched him wince as he sat gingerly.
"Daddy, my butt hurts," Sören whined.
I touched his cheek. "Poor baby. You know you can safeword if it's too much." I lovingly pet his curls. "Something tells me you know just as well as I do that the pain will make the pleasure more intense."
Sören shuddered and moaned, then looked up at me with those brown puppydog eyes, biting his lip adorably.
"God, Daddy wants to do bad, bad things to you," I rasped.
Sören smiled. "I hope so."
I laughed and patted his head. "That's my good boy."
Sören's smile became a radiant grin. I had learnt over the last while that he had a praise kink - I knew it was a balm for his soul after the abuse he'd endured from his guardians growing up, and I loved spoiling him. "Such a pretty present wrapped up for Daddy." I grabbed his nipple rings and yanked on them and Sören cried out, then seethed and bit his lip again, letting out an urgent whimper that almost made me come untouched. Through the fever of lust, my mind found a way to tease him some more. "You get to be the birthday cake, too."
I put some pillows down on the floor in front of Sören, sat, and leaned in to give him a kiss. Then I kissed, licked and nibbled his neck and shoulders, knowing how sensitive he was there, thrilling to his heavy breathing and soft moans. Not able to resist those hard, pierced nipples, I tugged on the rings again and Sören yelped.
"Oh, was that too hard?" I asked, thumbs rubbing his nipples. Sören whimpered. "Daddy will kiss it better, baby." I moved in and began to lap at one nipple as my thumb continued playing with the other. Sören's moans and cries of pleasure made me harder, dripping for him. I suckled and Sören threw back his head and cried out, then my tongue lashed and fluttered. I turned to the other and did the same, licking, sucking as my thumb rubbed the nipple I'd just finished with. I went back and forth between them, teasing them into long, thick peaks, making Sören a quivering, panting wreck.
I'd only just begun. From there I proceeded to lick every part of him very, very slowly, tongue tracing the ink on his arms, the angles of his stomach and hips, his silky inner thighs, that spot behind the knees, even his calves. I worshiped and teased his body with long, slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue, fingers walking and brushing over him, as Sören squealed and whined and the wet spot on the pillow got bigger.
I went back to his nipples, lapping and suckling, and this time my index finger dipped inside his wetness, then my slick finger slowly caressed his cock. "Daddy's beautiful, precious boy."
"Oh, Daddy..."
I worked two fingers in and out of him as my lips pulled on his nipples, and then I brought my fingers up to his mouth and watched as he sucked on them, tasting himself. We kissed open-mouthed, rubbing our tongues together, and I tasted him on his tongue. It made me want more. I dove down between his thighs... and started licking him slowly. My tongue slowly slid up and down his cock, back and forth at the sensitive tip. I dipped my tongue inside him and lapped ever so slowly at his inner walls, then after a few dozen slow strokes of my tongue it was back on his cock, more slow licking. Sören went mad, howling and panting, eyes feverish. "Daddy," he cried out. "Oh god, Daddy..."
"Such delicious birthday cake." I kept teasing - which was driving me out of my mind as well, every nerve in my body screaming to fuck him. But I retained control, my tongue gliding slowly on his cock. Every couple dozen licks I drew his cock into my mouth for a moment, sucking slowly, my own cunt throbbing at the way he moaned.
I kept on like that with slow licking and slow sucking until Sören was almost sobbing for relief and my arse hurt from being on the floor. I got up, untied his arms, and helped him out of the chair. We kissed deeply, and continued kissing on our way to the bed.
With Sören's knees bent and his thighs hugging my hips, I fucked him fast and furious, the bed thumping the wall, the wet slurping sounds as loud as my grunts and his cries. As pent up as I was from making love to his gorgeous body, I held back as long as I could, savouring the feel of his cock on my cock, the way our cunt lips kissed, our juices flowing between us. I loved that feeling of conquest, the animal heat between us, all masculine aggression. When my mouth claimed his once more, Sören climaxed, and feeling his boypussy spasming on mine made me come too, squirting inside him. Sören's nails raked my arse as he screamed with pleasure, and the sweet sting sent a powerful bolt of pleasure through me.
We kissed again. "I love you so much," I whispered. I tenderly stroked his face and looked into his eyes. "Daddy's good boy."
"I love you, Daddy." Sören leaned into my touch, smiling. "This is the best birthday I've ever had."
"Good." I kissed the tip of his nose. "I want to give you many, many happy birthdays."
The day wasn't over yet. After we'd rested and recharged we went at it again, getting into a sixty-nine, hungrily sucking each other to climax. Then it was time for more fucking, this time with Sören riding my cock while I played with his cock and admired his beautiful body moving in a sensuous rhythm, graceful like a dancer.
He was indeed a gift that kept giving.
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