Date: Mon, 07 Sep 2020 20:34:51 +0000 From: norfolkandgood Subject: Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage, part 20 Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage Day 16: Supermarkets aren't always boring It was much later than usual when I woke up the following morning, but I still felt sleepier than normal. The sun was streaming through the thin curtains as I lay in bed remembering the brilliant adventure I had had the previous evening! My little bottom was still tingling -- almost like a faint echo of all the tingles I had experienced in the old toilet with Adam and the rest of my grownup friends. I slipped my hand inside my pyjama bottoms and was relieved to find that nothing seemed to have leaked out of my little bum during the night -- my pyjamas didn't feel wet, anyway, but I made a mental note to have a closer look when I took them off, just to make sure! I could hear Daddy downstairs in the kitchen, and slid out of bed to go and see him. I felt a bit nervous when I remembered some of the details of my big adventure -- had Daddy really not heard any noise when Sam helped me climb back up to my bedroom? And had he really not checked on me before he went to bed? Then I remembered that the lights had still been on downstairs when Sam and I got back, so maybe he hadn't actually gone to bed by then? I went downstairs as quietly as I could and went and peeped into the kitchen. Daddy was standing by the counter making himself some coffee. He was already up and dressed, wearing a pair of black shorts and an unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt. I was disappointed that we weren't going to be having a shower together, but then it occurred to me that it was probably a good idea if I had a shower on my own today, just in case my little bum showed any signs of having had more than a dozen grownup willies rammed into it only a few hours before! Because it really wouldn't be very easy to explain that to Daddy, and I didn't want to get into any trouble... Daddy caught sight of me and his face cracked into a broad grin. "Hey there, champ! Sleep well?" I ran over to him and gave him a big hug. He smelled lovely and clean and a bit Daddyish -- my favourite smell in the whole world! I smiled up at him. "I think so... I still feel a bit sleepy," I said in a quiet voice, watching as discreetly as I could to see if Daddy was acting any different to normal. If anything, he actually seemed even smilier and happier than usual, so I started to relax a bit. Maybe Daddy didn't have any idea that I had snuck out of the house last night after all. "Breakfast before shower today, Joshy?" "Coco-Pops and chocolate milk?" I asked hopefully. "Okay, but only because I'm in a good mood!" Daddy said with a smile. I went and sat down at the kitchen table while Daddy pottered about getting breakfast ready. He was humming to himself as he did so -- he really did seem to be in a good mood today! "Daddy...?" I said as he put the bowl of cereal down in front of me. "Hmm?" "Did you have a nice walk last night?" Daddy paused for a moment, then said: "Oh, so you did hear me say that? I thought you were fast asleep!" "I was nearly asleep!" I said. "Yes, thanks -- a very nice walk," Daddy said. He didn't say anything about checking on me when he got home and finding my bed empty, so I wondered if he might still have been out on his walk after all when Sam carried me home last night. Either way, it looked like Daddy had no idea that I had snuck out of the house last night, so I wasn't going to get told off! I grinned happily to myself as I started to eat my breakfast. Daddy went on: "Sometimes going for a walk in the middle of the night can really help clear your head -- it's like you see familiar things in a different way somehow." I nodded absentmindedly, still too pleased about not getting into any trouble to concentrate on what he was saying. I didn't really understand what he meant anyway. He went and poured himself a mug of coffee, then sat down opposite me. "You haven't forgotten that Charlie's coming tomorrow, have you, Joshy?" I shook my head, and I was glad my mouth was full of Coco-Pops, because otherwise Daddy might have spotted a brief frown on my face. I was really looking forward to seeing Charlie again, but I didn't want his visit to stop me having fun with Adam and Liam and all my other grownup friends... "And that means we're going to have to go and get some supplies before he comes -- there's no way we have enough Coco-Pops for two of you! So as soon as you're up and dressed, we're going to the supermarket." My heart sank. "I hate going to the supermarket, Daddy! Can't I stay here and play while you go? I promise I'll be good!" "Sorry, Josh, but you're too young to be left on your own for that long. Besides, don't you want to come and help me pick the food for Charlie's visit?" "Not very much," I said sullenly. "Well, you're coming, so no more discussion," Daddy said firmly. Then a fleeting glimpse of hope crossed my mind: "Waitrose?" I asked hopefully, because that was the nearest one, in North Walsham, and we wouldn't be gone as long. And they had nicer things there! Daddy dashed my hopes: "Nope, too expensive. We're going to Tesco's in Stalham!" I groaned. I didn't like Stalham. Admittedly, I'd only ever been once, in the middle of winter when I came to stay with Daddy, but it had been raining and all the people smelled of wet coats. It was probably unfair, but I thought Stalham was a bit rubbish. I let out a loud sigh. Daddy said brightly: "Cheer up, we'll be back before you know it!" An hour later we were in the car on our way to the supermarket, with Daddy making me laugh by singing along to bad old music on the radio. When we reached the sprawl of bungalows on the outskirts of Stalham, Daddy turned the radio off and then asked, completely out of the blue: "By the way, Joshy -- you haven't seen a little boy about your age dressed in a Spider-Man costume while you've been out exploring, have you?" My little heart skipped a beat. I opened my mouth to answer, but no sound came out. I tried again: "No... I don't think so... Why?" I said, trying to sound unconcerned. I wasn't actually lying, because of course I hadn't *seen* a little boy dressed in a Spider-Man costume. Daddy cleared his throat and said: "Oh, nothing... I just thought I saw a boy around your age wearing one, that's all." "No, sorry," I said, then turned to look out of the side window. How could Daddy have seen me? I tried to think through the ways that might have happened... It must have been when I was on my way to the toilet, because Sam carried me all the way back home afterwards, and Daddy hadn't mentioned Sam. But I'd been so careful to make sure Daddy didn't see me! I was sure he hadn't been out on the track when I crept out of our garden... unless maybe he'd gone down onto the dunes, and spotted me from there? We reached the supermarket and easily found a space in the car-park fairly close to the door -- it didn't seem to be very busy. Daddy held my hand as we walked towards the entrance, and I couldn't help feeling happy and proud that I was out with my Daddy, the most handsome man in the whole world -- it was almost enough to make me not hate shopping! After a bit of heavy persuasion -- basically me threatening to sulk -- Daddy agreed to let me push the trolley until it got too heavy. "But you have to promise to be sensible, okay?" Daddy said sternly. "Okay!" I replied blithely. At least pushing the trolley would make things a bit less boring. If I timed it right, I'd be able to lift my feet off the ground and see how far I could ride the trolley without Daddy noticing! We slowly made our way round the store. Daddy wasn't very quick, definitely not as quick as Mummy was, but at least it was easier to persuade him to buy things I wanted -- he seemed just as happy with my suggestion of a big bag of doughnuts as I was! And because there weren't too many people around, I was able to practice my trolley-riding without anyone noticing. Daddy was taking ages to decide what sort of pasta he wanted -- I didn't really see how hard it could be to choose, but I used the time to slide up and down the aisle behind him. I was starting to get really good at it when things went a bit wrong... Another trolley appeared out of nowhere round the end of the aisle and I crashed into it with a horribly loud noise. The man pushing it looked more surprised than anything, but the woman and one of the two girls with him let out little squeals of shock. Daddy spun round and hurried over. I tried to get in first before he started: "I'm sorry, Daddy, it was an accident..." "Joshy! What did I say?!" Then he looked at the man whose trolley I had hit. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have let him push it..." The man smiled and said: "No problem, man. Pretty sure I'd be doing the very same thing if I was his age!" Now this was an accent I could definitely identify! American! I looked more closely at the family. Were they all American? They didn't look very American... but then I wasn't entirely sure what Americans looked like... The man was grinning broadly now. I liked him instinctively because he understood that riding supermarket trolleys was fun. Maybe he did it when the woman and girls weren't looking? He looked a lot more cheerful than them. He was a bit older than Daddy, and bigger too -- he had a very broad, muscly chest under his tight white T-shirt. He had short hair that looked a bit ginger, but that might have been the light in the supermarket -- maybe it was just dark blond? He had a pair of shiny mirror sunglasses tucked into the neck of his T-shirt, and he was wearing a pair of knee-length khaki shorts and trainers. I tried to look at his legs to see how hairy they were, but my view was obstructed by the two trolleys. For some reason I found myself thinking he looked a bit like Tintin might look if he was grownup and went to the gym a lot! An awful lot! "I really am very sorry, " Daddy said again, smiling apologetically. "Come on Joshy... I'll push it from now on." Daddy took over pushing the trolley and I trailed after him, dragging my feet on the floor... that was my fun ruined for the rest of this shopping trip... Daddy made me stand next to the trolley while he quickly grabbed some pasta, then he led us away to the next aisle. It struck me as funny that he was able to make up his mind so quickly now! Daddy stopped in the next aisle and asked me what different sauces I wanted -- he said we were going to have a barbeque at least one night while Charlie was staying, which sounded like a lot of fun. I pointed at several different bottles, choosing mainly by the design of the labels -- the ones with cartoon characters on them were obviously going to be the best ones! While Daddy was making his mind up, the other family appeared at the far end of the aisle, with the big man still pushing the trolley. The younger girl, who looked a bit younger than me, was in the middle of a long speech in a whiny monotone -- she definitely wasn't American, because I recognised her Norfolk accent. "...and sometimes they have different Barbie stuff in the toy section, Uncle Matt, but Mummy never lets us get anything, but now that you're here we can have something, can't we, Uncle Matt? Because Mummy's been telling us to be really good for ages because you were coming to stay, and if you're good you ought to get a new Barbie outfit or something, that's only fair, isn't it...?" So the man wasn't their Daddy after all. That was probably why he looked more cheerful than them, because he didn't have to live with them all the time! He didn't look or sound like the woman, so maybe she was married to his brother? He didn't look like he was listening particularly hard to what she was saying, and his handsome face cracked into a broad grin as they walked past us, and he gave me a big wink! I smiled back, then lowered my head slightly in embarrassment, and I'm pretty sure I blushed as well. I told myself not to be so silly -- obviously not every man I met wanted to play grownup games with me! But there was something about the way he smiled at me -- it was a slightly naughty smile, the sort you do if you're doing or thinking something naughty! I wondered if the man -- Uncle Matt -- was thinking anything naughty, and if it might be the same sort of naughty I was thinking? Then it occurred to me that he was probably just thinking about trolley-riding, so I turned to watch them, in case he got a chance to try it. At least the supermarket didn't seem so boring anymore, even if I wasn't allowed to push our trolley! We caught up with them again in the next aisle, and the man caught my eye once more. And he smiled and winked again. And this time I smiled and winked back! Just after we had passed them I heard the man say to the woman: "Julie, can you take the cart for a while -- I need to go to the john." I turned round and looked at them. Where was he going? And if there was someone called John here, why was he called The John? He must be very special if he was called that. The woman took over pushing the trolley and the man started to walk back down the aisle. He glanced over his shoulder and looked at me, and made a very slight beckoning gesture with his head. I looked up at Daddy, but he was still concentrating on the shopping. I waited until the man had got to the end of the aisle, then said: "Daddy, I'm bored... can I go and look at the comics and toys?" "Okay, if it'll keep you happy -- just don't get lost! I'll come and find you when I'm done," Daddy said, smiling down at me. I grinned back at him and scampered off down the aisle, eager to find out who The John was, and why he was so special! I hoped the man wasn't already out of sight as I skipped round the end of the aisle... The man had made his way through the row of tills and was standing near the supermarket toilets, looking back in my direction. When he saw me appear, his face cracked into a broad smile again and he nodded very slightly towards the door. Then he turned away, pushed the door open and walked through it. The John was in the toilet?! What was he doing there? I grinned to myself, because I was beginning to wonder if The John liked playing the same sort of games as me -- the sort of games that I hoped Uncle Matt from America might like playing too! I slipped through one of the empty checkouts and headed towards the door. It led to a short corridor with several more doors on either side -- I looked for the one with a picture of a man on it. The door hadn't quite swung all the way closed again, so I guessed that was where Uncle Matt had gone. I pushed the door open and sure enough, there he was! He was standing at the urinals, and looked back over his shoulder when he heard the door open. His handsome face cracked into a broad grin. "Hey there, little fella," he said in a cheerful deep voice. "My name's Matt -- and I'm guessing yours is Joshy from what your dad said?" I nodded my head hard. I glanced down at Matt's shorts, but was disappointed to see that he hadn't pulled his willy out. He saw me looking, and said: "I was thinking I might need to go into one of the cubicles... how about you?" I looked up the man's face and returned his smile. "I think I might need to go into a cubicle too!" I said. "Cool!" Matt said, and began to walk towards the disabled cubicle at the end of the row of three doors. I was starting to think that the only reason they had disabled cubicles was so that boys could play grownup games with men -- I'd certainly never seen anyone disabled use one, whereas I was getting quite used to playing fun games in there! I followed Matt, then asked in a loud whisper: "Where's John? Is he already here?" Matt pushed the door open and gazed down at me with a baffled expression. Then his face cracked into a smile again: "Oh! No, this place is the john -- there's no-one called John here!" That seemed a very silly name for a toilet, but I didn't say anything because Matt was holding the door open for me: "Are we sharing the same one, then, Joshy?" I nodded again, gave him a cheeky grin and slipped past him into the disabled cubicle. The big man followed me in and locked the door behind him. "So, Joshy... what sort of things do you like doing? You play with your peepee yet?" I giggled. "I like playing with grownup men's peepees more!" I said, smiling at the silly name, but keen to make sure the man knew what I meant. "Really?" Matt said, rubbing the crotch of his shorts. There was a sizable bulge in them now. I grinned at him and nodded hard. Then it occurred to me that we didn't have very long, because he had to get back to the boring woman and the grumpy girls, and I had to make sure I was looking at the comics when Daddy came to find me. I slipped my trainers off and quickly pulled off my T-shirt before shrugging my shorts and underpants down and kicking them off. "Woah there, little guy!" Matt said, with a look of astonishment. "Damn, you really do like playing around with men, huh?" "Yes!" I said cheerfully. I wasn't sure what Matt was going to want to do, but at least I was ready for anything now! It felt really naughty to be standing in a supermarket toilet with no clothes on next to a stranger who was still dressed! I reached for his belt buckle. Matt groaned and said: "Oh fuck, that's right, kid -- get it out..." He helped me with the buckle and I quickly unzipped his shorts and slid them down his muscular, hairy legs, and his stiff willy sprang up in front of my face! It was already really stiff, and twitched hard, bobbing up and down as I stared at it. It looked lovely! It didn't have any of the fleshy foreskin that lots of my grownup friends had -- maybe that was because he was American? Maybe that was what made them Americans, I wondered. Not wanting to waste any time, I opened my mouth really wide and bobbed my head forward, taking Matt's huge cock deep into my throat in one go! I reached round behind him and put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him even deeper into my little mouth! He tasted lovely! As I slipped his cock out into my mouth I felt a trickle of slippery precum on the back of my tongue. "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, shit," the man muttered in amazement. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, taking the fat cockhead deep into my throat each time. "Daaamn, that's for real... you're fuckin' for real!" I stopped and looked up at him, not knowing what he meant. Of course I was for real. He apparently noticed my confusion, as he promptly added: "You fuckin' really suck dick, don't you kid?" I smiled and nodded as I returned my lips to his penis and took him deep into my little throat again. Matt leaned forward over me and I felt his big hands roam down my naked back. He reached between my little buttocks, ran his fingers up and down my little crack, then in one swift move, he jabbed and then fucked his thick middle finger past my tight sphincter. I let out a groan of pleasure around the fat cock lodged in my throat. "Daaaamn," Matt said again. "You're not going to tell me you get fucked too, are you, kid?" I slipped his cock out of my throat and told him that I loved to do that with men. "Awww, fuuuuck, yeah...," the man groaned. "Gonna fuck you!" he said. "Lemme fuck you!" I quickly turned round and stood up on the edge of the toilet bowl, and pushed my little bum out towards him. Matt crouched down and held my little buttocks apart with his big hands, and I let out a long moan of pleasure as I felt his tongue lapping at my little hole. He sucked and licked at my little bum for several minutes, then leaned back and let out a low whistle. "Shiiiit," he muttered. "Look at that! Joshy, you weren't kidding, were you? You really have been fucked up your little butt before, haven't you?" I wondered how he could tell, then realised that maybe my little bumhole might be looking a tiny bit bruised or something after everything that had happened when I was playing the Spider-Man game the night before! "I played a grownup game with lots of my new friends last night!" I said. "No kidding?" Matt said with a chuckle in his voice. I felt one of his thick fingers probing at my loosened little hole. He pulled it out, then said in a tone of astonishment: "Damn, Joshy, you're not kidding, are you? You've still got some guy's baby batter up your butt, kid!" That silly phrase again! I wondered whose stuff it was... Maybe Johan or Gabe's, because it had felt like they shot theirs deepest inside me? Or maybe it was the Mystery Man's, because he had been the last man to ram his willy up my little bum? I decided that it was probably best not to try to explain any of this to Matt, because it might get a bit complicated. "Is this your Daddy's, Josh? You've got a seriously hot dad, kid -- love the idea of him fucking you up the ass!" I shook my head sadly. "No, I don't play grownup games with Daddy yet," I said in a quiet little voice. Matt must have realised he'd put his foot in it, because he quickly said in a cheery tone of voice: "Hey, that just means that when you do, you'll know exactly what to do! Practice makes perfect, right, kid?" I nodded hard, instantly feeling more cheerful again. "So, you feel like getting some more practice now?!" "Yes please!" I said eagerly. "Shiiit, you English kids are so damn polite!" Matt chuckled, getting to his feet behind me. I heard him spit on his hand, then he rubbed it all over my little bumhole before pressing the swollen head of his huge cock against my little entrance. "Ready kid?" he asked. I nodded hard once more and pushed out with my bum muscle, and felt my little hole stretch around his fat cockhead as he pushed into me. Then, all of a sudden, it popped through into my bum and I felt my little hole clamp tightly around the shaft of his cock, just below the flared head. I tried to relax as the man pushed forward, spreading my tight hole. It felt good, but hurt a bit because he was so thick. He spat on his shaft to make it more slippery, then shoved more inside me. "You can take it," he said, almost with a measure of surprise. "Look at you... taking my big dick in your little butt!" I smiled to myself -- it was always nice when a new friend was surprised by what I'd learned to do! Matt started moving his fat cock in and out of my little bum, getting gradually further inside me each time. It felt so lovely to have a man's big willy in my bum again, even though it wasn't really that long at all since I had had loads of them inside my little hole! The door to the toilet suddenly squeaked open, and I heard heavy footsteps make their way to one of the urinals. As the unknown man unzipped and began to wee, Matt carried on pushing his willy in and out of my bum! I had to stifle a whimper of pleasure when the flared head of his cock suddenly breached my inner sphincter and popped through into my bowels. The man at the urinal zipped up, then there was a splashing sound as he washed his hands, followed by the roar of the drier before the door squeaked again and we were alone once more. "Shit, your little butt feels so damn good around my cock, Joshy!" Matt said. "I wish we could spend all day fucking, but I guess we better make this quick, huh?" I felt a funny mixture of happy and sad -- happy that this was happening at all, because I really hadn't expected to have any fun with someone as nice as Matt, and with such a lovely big willy, in the supermarket, but sad that it couldn't last as long as both of us would have liked. "So, you like being fucked hard, Joshy?" Matt asked in a low voice, right next to my ear. "Yes!" I moaned. "I really, really like it when my friends do it really fast! It always gives me the tingles!" "The tingles, huh?" Matt said with a chuckle. "Well, let's see if we can't give you some tingles before you have to get back to your daddy!" And with that he started to move his big cock in and out of me again, slowly getting harder and faster. Matt held me tightly by my hips as he rammed into my little bum, and I felt my feet start to lift up from the rim of the toilet bowl each time he pushed in and up deep inside me as his movements became more energetic. The flared head of his cock was raking over my little tingle button now as he slammed his cock in and out of me, and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I got the lovely feeling again! Matt was breathing hard now as he pistoned into my little bum, his big hands clamped tightly round my waist to make sure I didn't slip or get rammed into the wall in front of me with the force of his fucking. His flared cockhead was bursting in and out of my inner sphincter with every thrust now, making me sigh and gurgle and moan... it was a good thing there weren't many people in the supermarket, because I don't think I could have kept quiet if anyone else came in to use the toilet! Matt sped up even more, ramming his huge cock into me at breakneck pace now, bludgeoning across the tender little button in my bum with every movement. Matt was slamming into me with such ferocity now that the flared head of his cock was tugging at my little hole every time he pulled out, before it pistoned back into me, jolting through my inner sphincter deep into my guts with each brutal thrust. The tingles were building up fast inside me now and I started to moan even louder as my little willy started to twitch and bob about. Matt must have felt my little bum start to tighten around his pistoning cock as my body began to dissolve into a cascade of sparkly tingles and my vision started to flare and blur, because I heard him grunt between thrusts: "That's it, kid, let it go!" (slam) "You really are" (slam) "one" (slam) "seriously" (slam) "hot" (slam) "fucking" (slam) "kid!" (slam) "Get ready, Joshy!" (slam) "gonna shoot my fucking load" (slam) "right!" (slam) "up!" (slam) "your!" (slam) "fucking!" (slam) "ass!" And with that Matt rammed his fat cock hard through my spasming little hole one last time and I felt a jet of hot spunk shoot deep into my guts as he grunted hard in my ear. His strong hands straightened me up and clasped me tightly to his hairy chest as he went on bucking his hips, ramming his cock into me as hard and as deep as he could as he shot more bolts of spunk into my little body. The tingles were still rolling through me, making my arms and legs and head jolt and jerk, my stiff little willy twitching like crazy as my nerve-endings flamed with pleasure. We stood like that for what felt like ages, each of us basking in the afterglow of the lovely tingles, until Matt's grip of my chest gently eased and he said with a laugh in his voice: "Man, never done that before... too fuckin' wild! Can't believe I just fucked a little kid in a grocery store washroom...!" He bent down and tilted my head back and kissed me on the lips. "That was fucking incredible, Joshy! You're one special little boy, you know that?" I smiled up at him. My special superpower had worked again! I'd helped another nice man to have lots of lovely tingles, and in a place where neither of us had expected to have any fun at all! Matt slipped his slowly softening cock out of my bum, spun me round and sat me down on the toilet. "Try to let it all out before we get you dressed again, Joshy!" he said. I didn't want to waste any of his lovely spunk though, so quickly slipped one hand between my legs to catch his stuff as it started to trickle out of my tingling little bottom. Matt looked on in astonishment as I raised my hand to my lips and slurped up the slippery white liquid. I carried on doing it until I couldn't feel any more of it trickling out of me, then licked my lips clean and said with a grin: "Your stuff tastes really nice, Matt!" "Damn kid, you really are something special!" Matt wiped my bum carefully, then helped me get dressed before he got himself ready. We flushed and slipped out of the cubicle and washed our hands. Matt said: "I'll let you go first, Joshy... thanks for that, that was fuckin' awesome!" "Yeah!" I said. "That was lovely! I'll look for you next time we come shopping!" I gave Matt a little wave before I slipped out of the toilet and made my way back out into the store. I just made it to the comics before I saw Daddy emerge from the checkout and head towards me, pushing a trolley full of bags. When he had almost reached me, I saw Matt slip out from the toilets, nod and smile in my direction, then make his way back through the checkouts to find the miserable woman and her whiny daughters. "Ready to go, then, champ?" Daddy said, ruffling my hair. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" "I guess it was alright...," I said, trying hard not to look like I'd had a brilliant time... e He End of part 20. Hope you liked it! Observant readers might spot a few direct lifts from a favourite chapter of one of my favourite stories on Nifty! 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