Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2009 08:43:56 +0000 From: Rapier 54 Subject: Peters Exposures Part 5: Peter in the Bookshop Peter in the Bookshop Copyright @ Rapier54 2009 Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting sexual activity between consenting adults and a younger male. If this is illegal from where you are reading it please do not continue. This being fiction, safe sex is not an issue. In the real world always practice safe sex. Having started a cleaning for Edward Shaw a regular basis, Peter had been found out snooping in his wardrobe and was punished and introduced to sex with his employer and a visiting friend. Peter is still in the same town, at college, still cleaning for Mr. Shaw though now most of his chores are carried out either naked or nearly so. He has also begun to call his employer "Uncle Edward" or "Uncle". On this occasion Uncle Edward has taken his "Nephew" Peter to a seaside town for the day where he has arranged another treat for him, though Peter is unaware of how will turn out....... "...as he sucked greedily on his masters member, he felt it throb once, twice, and then a hot spurt of c..." BUZZZZZ! "Bugger!" thought Malcolm, as the door to his small second hand bookshop opened. He looked up to see a young man, probably in his teens and an older man, walk in and share a couple of words. The boy was dressed in a white polo shirt, which was long enough to just cover his bottom, beneath which Malcolm could make out a pair of very short black shorts. His long slim legs ended in white ankle socks and black trainers. After exchanging a few words, the older man placed a hand on his young friend's shoulder and smiled in a more than friendly way. The young man referred to him as, "uncle" and the age difference was quite possible. As the youngster moved off deeper into the shop, the older man, tall, tanned and distinguished looking gave a quiet wink to the owner, it appeared they knew each other and the game was afoot. Uncle Edward and Peter had been spending the day together, soaking up some sun, enjoying lunch and doing some window-shopping. Shortly after leaving Uncle Edward's home that morning Edward had noticed that Peter was drawing admiring glances from some of the older men in town, and it made him feel good to know that his "nephew" was his, not theirs. They had spent the morning naked on the beach, alternately smoothing in sun oil, and kissing, cuddling, and generally playing, sometimes drawing an audience of one or two, which excited them both, though Edward was inclined to feel a little insecure about losing the boy to another sometimes. As they left the beach, Edward told Peter to pull his shorts up tightly, and roll the top down so as to expose more of his lovely slim legs. Peter swallowed nervously, thinking he would be a bit embarrassed to be showing so much leg in the town, and aware that he may "pop out" if they were too high. However he did as he was bade, trying to be a good boy for his much loved uncle. It was around closing time that they happened upon a small second hand bookshop, and Uncle Edward suggested they go in to see if there were any bargains to be had. As they entered, a loud buzzer announced their presence, and the owner looked up from his counter to see them. Uncle Edward told Peter to see if there was anything to interest him, and suggested he may find something, "round the corner". As Peter walked off to explore, he discovered that there was indeed a corner, and the shop appeared to be "L" shaped. Edward glanced at Malcolm, and as soon as Peter had disappeared round the corner of the shop, Malcolm quickly and quietly turned the sign to "closed" and locked the door. He then resumed his place behind the counter. Uncle Edward began a steady examination of the shelves, looking for any theatrical books that he may be interested in, moving slowly further into the shop. Peter was already sexually excited by the days events, and now coming into this cool, musty shop, out of the bright sunlight, was feeling a strong tingle through his loins. This was soon exacerbated when he found, on the top shelf in the far corner, a collection of erotica. It detailed the discovery of a young man's sexuality, and the debauchery that followed. He was rapt, reading as quickly as possible, soaking up the atmosphere of the shop and the story at the same time. Not hearing a sound from Peter for several minutes, Uncle Edward looked down the corner aisle and saw his nephew standing facing the corner, oblivious to the outside world. His shirt barely covering his bottom, and his legs fully exposed due to his shorts being so high, he did look such an arousing sight. He was sure he could just make out the curve where Peter's thighs met his bottom cheeks. He quietly sidled up to his nephew and ran a fingernail from his neck right the way down his spine, revelling in his nephew's automatic response. "OH!" jumped Peter as he felt the first contact, finding himself back in the shop with his uncle, and not tied to tree, blindfolded, as he was a moment earlier. This was followed by, "Ohhhhhh!" as the fingernail continued down his back, culminating in the boys bottom instinctively thrusting out. "What are you reading, Peter?" asked uncle. "N Nothing, uncle." Replied Peter, quickly trying to put the book back. What would his Uncle say if he found his young nephew reading such a thing. Uncle Edward, took the book down from the shelf, not moving from where he stood, and trapping young Peter in the corner of the aisle. "Peter, you dirty little boy," he said softly, "I didn't think you would look at such things. What were you thinking?" "I was thinking I wish it was me." Thought Peter, though he said, "I, I was just, um, curious, Uncle, the t, title seemed strange so I, um, just had a quick look to see what it was about." He replied nervously. "Well, there are a few more here," said Uncle Edward, selecting another one, "why don't you have a look at another one." He smiled, indicating the array of seduction on the top shelf. As Peter reached up, his Uncle raised his other hand as well, leaving him stretching to the top shelf with both hands, and on tiptoe. "Don't move," he whispered into the boy's ear, "I am going to spank your naughty bottom for being so dirty, and then we'll see!" Peter was mortified. His uncle had spanked him before, and he knew what sometimes followed, but this was in a shop! A public place! The owner could come by at any moment, or even another shopper. The trouble was, with the day they had shared, the atmosphere in the musty old shop, and the story he was reading, meant that these embarrassing thoughts made him even more aroused. Uncle Edward lifted his shirt, exposing the tight, black shorts, with the waistband rolled down, and began to spank the delectable little bottom of his nephew. As Peter's muffled cries of pain and excitement started to grow, he was worried that he owner would come to investigate. His stomach churned at the picture he would see...a young man stretching up on his toes to the top shelf, his shirt up round his waist, having his bottom smacked by his uncle. As it happened, Malcolm had no need to go and investigate. He had witnessed the entire episode from his counter, viewing it from a high up security mirror, designed to allow him to watch for shoplifters from that aisle. He was becoming very aroused at the spectacle unfolding before him, and was pleased that he had closed the shop for the night, and grateful to his good friend Edward for sounding him out on this possibility several days ago. Edward had explained to his friend about his new "nephew", a polite, shy, demure, peach of a lad. Though, "When he gets going", turns into an exhibitionist sexy beast, and will do anything for him. Malcolm continued to watch and listen... Uncle Edward had decided that Peter's bottom was pink enough, but that reading books he should be buying probably amounted to theft. He explained this to Peter, and told him, "You should apologise to the owner, and ask him if he has a cane in the shop. Then of course ask him if he would like to witness your punishment." Poor Peter was horrified. "B but, Uncle, what if he doesn't w want to! And anyway, he is a stranger. I would b be so embarrassed..." He whispered back frantically. Still standing as he was, Peter was an easy target for his Uncle's secret weapon. He slid his hands over Peter's chest and started to gently roll his nipples under his thumb and finger. Peter's bottom thrust out again, instantly becoming aware of his Uncle's arousal. As Uncle Edward continued with the excruciatingly pleasant fondling of his nephew, gently pressing his erection into the boy's rear, Peter capitulated. As Peter lowered his hands, his Uncle turned him round, and they shared a long kiss. Edward' tongue entered Peter's mouth, and as usual, Peter's shy young tongue flicked back, retreating once or twice before he wholeheartedly joined in. As this was happening, uncle was caressing the bulge in Peter's shorts, thinking of the wonderful surprise his friend was about to get. As they broke the kiss, Uncle told Peter to, "Go and confess." Peter brushed himself down, pulled his shorts up tighter, and slinked off to the counter. Malcolm saw the boy emerging from the aisle and quickly put himself away, difficult as it was given his aroused state. "Can I help you, sonny?" he asked with a smile. "Well, um, I, that is, my Uncle, um, y you see I w was just, um...ohhhh," Peter was displaying all the nerves of a shy young virgin before a master, his hands wringing behind his back, his toes turned in, his head low. Malcolm was entranced, wondering what was coming next. Peter burst out with, "Sorry, sir, but m my uncle caught me reading a dirty book. And though he has spanked me for it, he says I should p prob probably be c caned as well." He gulped nervously, before continuing, "He says, d do you have a cane in the shop, and w w would you, w would you like to, ohhhh, would you like to see me get punished with it." Malcolm had difficulty keeping his hands on the counter, his erection was crying out for attention. "Well, as a matter of fact, indeed I do, boy. I keep it here behind the counter for when I catch a shoplifter. Your uncle is indeed correct that reading a book here is wrong. This isn't a library." He reached down and placed a bamboo cane on the counter. "Take this to your uncle and tell him I'll be along directly." Peter picked up the cane and returned to the privacy of the aisle, Malcolm watched his every step, longing to see what lay beneath the shorts and shirt. As Peter returned to his uncle, he handed him the cane, and said that the owner would be along directly to watch. Uncle Edward turned him round and had Peter stand in the middle of the aisle, facing the entrance to it, one hand on each of the top shelves to his left and right. While they waited for the owner to appear, he continued caressing Peter's bottom and nipples, and nuzzling his neck. When Malcolm appeared he stood at the end of the aisle, facing Peter. Uncle Edward said to Peter, "Have you forgotten the rule about the cane, Peter?" Peter hadn't, but was hoping his uncle had. With a groan of embarrassment and heightening pleasure he said, "No, uncle. A caning is always applied to a bare bottom. B But I'm not w wearing any p pan...Owww!" he cried as he felt a slap on his already pink bottom cheek. "Don't argue or it will be worse for you." Growled uncle. Then Peter remembered he had tried an experiment that morning. He had shaved his entire genital area, leaving only a small patch of well-trimmed hair. It made him look even younger, but also would make him appear a total slut to anyone other than Uncle Edward (who knew anyway). "B but Uncle, he'll see that this morning I sha...Aaaahhh!" he cried again, as another slap descended. "You are not to move your hands from the top shelf, but I will give you ten seconds to have those shorts round your ankles. Every five seconds after that gets you an extra stroke!" commanded Uncle Edward. For a few seconds, Peter wriggled and writhed, trying to dislodge the shorts from his waist, but they were not moving. He asked his uncle to help but was informed that Uncle was the one who had ordered it, he would not be the one to remove them. Again Peter wriggled, and Malcolm watched in mounting pleasure, already fondling his erection through his trousers. Finally, after another thirty seconds, Peter realised his only way out. Oh no, he would have the shame of asking a complete stranger to pu pull his, he couldn't! But he would have to. He said to the owner, "P Please sir, please will you p pull m my shorts d down for me s sir?" Malcolm, being the sadist he was, enjoying the boy's torment, asked him why? "B Because I've been a naughty b boy, s sir, and I have to, I I have to, ohhhmyy, have to have my naughty bare bottom caned, sir!" he gasped. As Malcolm stepped forward and knelt down, all the better to examine the parts he was about to expose, Peter thrust his hips forward, saying, "Quickly, p please sir, I will only get more strokes if you take longer!" Malcolm knelt before the eager boy, already able to see the outline of his prick under the shorts. He reached up to the waistband and began to ease them down. They slid over Peter's hips and as they slid lower he could see Peter's shameful secret. Not only was he visibly aroused by the attention, he was also shaven! His excitement grew as he realised he was about to see it all. As the little black shorts pooled around Peter's ankles, his exposure was completed when Uncle lifted his shirt to his neck. He again rolled Peter's nipples under his thumbs and fingers, and they both watched as he writhed in shameful pleasure. Peter was to all intents and purposes naked, being displayed in all his nude, bare, naked, shaven, naughty glory to two older men. One of whom was about to cane him while the other watched. Oh how he loved his uncle. As the blows fell, he thrust out his hips, causing his prick to wobble and bounce. It throbbed of its own accord as well, and Malcolm, unable to control his urges, finally dropped his trousers and pants and began to rub himself in front of the naked boy. The image was having a similar effect on Uncle Edward, and when he thought Peter had been caned enough, he stripped as well, and told Peter to turn around. Peter could see the effect he had had on his uncle, who asked him what he was going to do about it. He loved sucking his uncle's cock, thinking it the most beautiful he head seen. His nerves made him glance at Malcolm, who was busy pleasuring himself. His embarrassment heightened, as he was aware of what he was about to do in front of a stranger, but he couldn't contain himself. He knelt before his uncle's throbbing prick and after licking it for a few moments, he opened his mouth and took it inside. As his head bobbed up and down the hot shaft, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, he thought what a tramp the owner must think of him. As Uncle felt his climax approach, he pulled out and lifted Peter to his feet. They kissed and ran their hands over each others naked bodies, while Malcolm looked on, green with envy, though so pleased to be able to witness such a spectacle. "We have had all the pleasure so far, you should have some too now," said Uncle with a smile. He stood Peter so that his back was to a bookshelf, and started to kiss his neck, then his nipples. Peter groaned in ecstasy. "Show our friend here how you play with yourself, Peter," said uncle, "Let's see how you make yourself come." "As Peter leaned back and rubbed his erect prick, he felt uncle gently nibbling on his nipple, then cried out in pleasure as he felt the owner do the same to his other one. He could feel both men vigorously masturbating them selves as they did this, and a spare hand found it's way to his bottom. As he eased his bottom away from the shelf, he felt Uncle playing gently with his rear hole, and gently begin to slide a finger into the virgin orifice. "Ohhhh!" cried the naked boy, as it found it's way in. Malcolm glanced at Edward, who said to Peter, "Tell him, Peter, tell him what I am doing to you now." As Peter quickened the movement of his hand on his throbbing prick he said to the owner, "He he's p put a f finger into m m my b bottom, sir. It feels, OHHHhhh so so good, it's sliding in, and ohhh, out, and, oh, sir, I'm g going to, I'm I'm comi, Uncle y you're making me come, you're making me, oh, oh, I'm, Uncle, Uncle, I'm comiiiiiiing! Aaaaaahhh, nnnngh, Aaaah, Ohhhh,!" He cried out as he unleashed a stream of hot white sperm over his hand. Uncle could feel Peter's bottom clenching with each pulse, and he thought of the inevitable time when his nephew would be naked beneath him. As he imagined his cock sliding in and out of the tight little virgin hole he came as well, splashing copious amounts over Peter's thighs as he called his name several times. The sight and sounds were too much for Malcolm and he too erupted over the boy's thighs and stomach, calling out his pleasure as he did so. After a few minutes, Malcolm showed them to his office, where they all cleaned up and Peter became his shy demure self again. As Peter heard Uncle and the owner discussing the possibility of dinner one night he realised that hey knew each other. He had been had. In the best possible way. Thank you for reading. All positive or constructive feedback is welcome.