Jeroen - 1

I had seen Jeroen in the store before, a special and handsome boy, just 18, blond hair, blue eyes and pretty slim as far as I could see. A boy that a gay person like me likes.

My name is Arno, 37 years old and owner of a bookshop. An old bookshop that I took over from my father when he retired. The business needed to be modernized, but had so far had neither the strength nor the money to do so. My friend Johan is a teacher and cyclist. Coincidentally, I knew that Jeroen was taking Dutch lessons from him, and that he does cycling training together with Johan and other club members. Johan was less charmed by Jeroen than I was, he thought he was lazy, goofy, he rarely wanted to lead and at school he also cut corners.

I had already noticed that myself. He had been to the store a number of times looking for an extract from a book on which he was to be given a written or oral examination. Rather read an excerpt than read the whole book or pay money for it if he could buy it online, he must have thought. Despite the fact that I had to disappoint him time and time again, he kept coming back to see if there wasn't an excerpt from the next book. Every time he came to the counter with that begging young face and I had to disappoint him again.

It was May, spring was in full swing, the trees still had the beautiful light green leaves of early spring, but that would soon change with the current temperature of 25 degrees. You could almost see the leaves growing. Although the trees grew fuller, visitors to his store wore less and less clothes. For some people this was not necessarily necessary, but for guys like Jeroen it was no problem.

It was close to 4 when Jeroen walked in. He walked past the old oak cabinets and peered at the spines of the books.

May I help you, I asked attentively.

Yes, maybe, I'm looking for the book.., Jeroen looked in his phone for the title, Van den vos Reynaerde, do you have that?

Reintje de Vos, I quickly replied, yes I think so, it is an old book, though.

I peered through the cupboards and saw the booklet on the second top shelf. I knew it from the past, it was not very thick, a bit old-fashioned, special that it was still on the book list, but since I knew that Jeroen was lazy and wanted to do as little as possible, I understood that he wanted this thin book . I grabbed an old staircase from the corner, climbed up and picked up the book that had probably been there for over 10 years.

After I had climbed down the stairs again, I gave the booklet to Jeroen who looked at it a bit bored.

It is still thicker than I thought, he said somewhat disappointed. You certainly don't have an extract from this either.

No, I laughed, you really should read it.

Batty mess, he said.

Despite the fact that he looked disappointed again, he was still a beautiful boy, his beautiful smooth skin was already slightly tinted by the sun. His white T-shirt encompassed his slender body. His nipples were hard, tight because it was a lot colder in the store than it was outside. My cock grew in my pants, stiff nipples always made me horny, especially with such beautiful guys as Jeroen. I would like to sit there for a while, despite Johan and I being monogamous, just feel it, just feel a different body.

Have you read the book? asked Jeroen, who woke me up from my dream.

Yes, yes of course! Only it's been a while since I've read it, but it used to be required reading.

So you can tell me how the story goes.

Yes, you can, why.

If you write it down now, then uh.

Suddenly I felt Jeroen's hand on my trousers, on top of my fully erect cock.

I think you need a little attention, Jeroen said mischievously.

My cock jumped in my pants in shock.

How.. what do you mean, I said, stepping back.

Well, you tell me what the book is about, write it down and I'll help you get rid of your erection. Kills two birds with one stone, I've really seen you stare at me when I'm here, so you won't mind too much either.

But, but, I, I'm not cheating.

Oh, Master Johan doesn't need to know anything about that.

Jeroen took a step forward, I had nowhere to go. Again he put his hand on my rock hard erection, rubbed it and with his fingertips he rubbed my balls that were still safely locked in the now full boxers.

I thought you wouldn't mind so much., Jeroen said as he pulled down the zipper of my trousers and deftly squeezed into my boxers and pulled my penis out through the zipper. My foreskin was completely pulled back and my head was throbbing fast to the rhythm of my heartbeat.

So, master Johan can certainly not complain, what a nice cock you have.

Jeroen got down on his knees and without asking or saying anything else took my head in his mouth and turned his tongue around the large and swollen head and the fringe that was attached to the rest of my head at the back. big pole. I couldn't suppress a moan and felt him taking my cock in his mouth bit by bit.

I stared down and saw the blond head go back and forth in the familiar sucking motion. Oh Jeroen, you are doing so well., I moaned as my 8 inch and rather thick cock almost completely disappeared into the throat of this delicious twink. Jeroen had to gag but kept going, he let my cock slide out of his throat and circled again with his tongue over my head while he quickly jerked me off with his hand. I felt my balls tickling and knew that if I didn't watch out my load would shoot down the back of Jeroen's throat.

Wait a minute! I said, I wanted to feel Jeroens body, suck his cock, feel his probably nice smooth boy cock in the back of my throat, taste his cum, his..

But Jeroen didn't stop, I couldn't stop it, he just kept going.

Fuck, I'm coming, man, I groaned in panic.

My seed was getting ready to rush to the exit.

I heard the shop bell above the door ringing, fuck, I thought, if that customer sees me like this then… then…

At that moment I squirted my seed into Jeroen's throat, 2-3 punches of seed almost certainly must have ended up directly in his stomach, I couldn't help it otherwise I came so hard.

Jeroen climbed up and wiped his mouth.

I will pick up the statement tomorrow afternoon, he said and walked towards the exit of the store.

I was just able to put my still semi hard cock in my pants and close the zipper before Mrs. de Jong met me 2 counts after Jeroen had left the aisle and the consternation that she had not seen anything came over me, but also the disappointment that I hadn't felt or tasted his cock, I sighed deeply, before turning to Mrs. de Jong and everything was back to normal or not...