Black Door

Going into Mick’s bookstore was always interesting, not only for its selection of books, but also for what went on behind its famous, yet to some, infamous, black door. When one passed through the front door, which was painted a bright yellow, suggesting sunshine and warmth, the first attack on the senses was the mustiness which pervaded the store. It wasn’t a particularly unpleasant odour, but one which was particularly associated with old books, and one which soon grew on a person, literally. Apart from the brightly painted front door, almost hidden behind the many shelves of books, was a door painted black at the far end of the store on which was painted the word ‘Private’ in white. The very word ‘private’ conjured up ideas of mystery. To most people, they assumed that this area was reserved for the staff, as would be found in most shops. However, those in the know would greet Mick; perhaps have a lingering look at some of the books on the shelves, then venture through the ‘private’ black door, to emerge some time later. I wandered into the store on this particular Monday morning and saw Mick behind the counter, serving a customer. I made my way to one of the shelves and searched the titles of some of the new arrivals, while Mick busied himself with the customer. Once the customer had paid for his books and departed, I stopped to chat to Mick. A couple of other customers were busy browsing along the shelves in search of their desired fiction or non-fiction, whichever took their fancy. “How’s business today?” I enquired, knowing that Mick knew to what I was referring. “Busy, Pete,” came the sprightly reply and Mick smiled a knowing smile. I knew precisely to what he was referring, so I first glanced at the other customers, and then strode towards the black door at the rear of the shop. As I opened the black door, the light from the store flooded the darkened area behind the door. I walked through and closed the door behind me. Blackness enveloped me as I stood trying to let my eyes adjust to the darkness; not that it would make any difference as the only light that filtered through came from the small crack under the bottom of the door. As I breathed in the air behind the black door, I noticed it took on a different aroma, if one could call it that. The musty smell of books seemed to have been swathed in a smell found only on humans; the odor of sweat mixed inextricably with deodorant. I stood there for a minute taking in the encompassing odors, and then felt for the wall. Its coldness welcomed my fingertips. Slowly I inched my way along the wall in the dark, breathing gently and taking in the fumes of deodorant which came stronger as I moved along. I could hear faint movements but couldn’t establish exactly where the sounds were coming from. My hand edged along the wall until it came to a halt as I felt someone standing against the wall. My hand felt the shoulder and then instinctively ran down to the bicep. It was muscular, which I liked, so I stood my ground. I felt two reciprocating hands touch me. The hands seemed firm to the touch and then slid down my sides to my waist. After a moment, they then travelled back up to my shoulders, neck and face. “You haven’t been here long,” whispered a voice close to my ear. “I beg your pardon?” I whispered back to the mysterious voice from the gloom. “I can smell that you haven’t,” came the deep yet, soft voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” I responded, equally quietly. “You smell fresh. You haven’t acquired the store’s mustiness or the smells that permeate in this back area.” I breathed in deeply and smelt a strong, lingering scent of aftershave. I wanted to go up closer to where I smelt the aroma, possibly to try to identify the brand, but I refrained from doing so. My contact’s hands traced the shape of my face, and then moved to my hair. “You’re good-looking,” said the voice. I stood frozen in time, wondering to myself, how could he see whether I was good-looking, here in the dark? I raised my hands to where I thought the mysterious man was standing. My hands ran over two well-formed pectoral muscles with two protruding nipples within the confines of a tightly fitting silk shirt. I leant closer to him and caught the musty odour of the books, which mingled subtly with his aftershave, so I assumed he’d been here for some time. We stood together in the darkness, my hands on his pecs and his hands on my face. As we stood there, other bodies bumped into us but moved on without a word being spoken. There seemed to be a passive silence, the sort of thing one might find in a library or even a church. Nobody spoke. The movement of people’s feet was the only thing that could be heard, and then it was of a quiet nature. I felt a hand leave my face and head to my crotch. It caressed my jeans, warming my ever-burgeoning cock. The hand traced the outline of my cock through my jeans and then gave my crotch a gentle, but firm squeeze. The thought of the unknown man turned me on. “You’re cut, and that’s how I like a cock,” said the voice in my ear. I froze where I stood. How could he tell through the material of my jeans? I felt his warm breath close to my neck, and smelt the invigorating aroma of his aftershave, then the roughness of his tongue tip being inserted into my ear. I felt it travel in and around my ear and then to my neck. Goose bumps developed along the length of my arms as his tongue made its way around my ears, first the left and then the right. The silence was soon broken by the sound of the zip of my jeans slowly being lowered, and then his firm hands entered the opening of my jeans and began to free my hardened cock from the confines of my jeans and briefs. His tongue had left my ears and I felt the warmth of his mouth as he engulfed my cock-head and began salivating up and down the length of my stem. The feeling of his warmth caused me to sigh deeply and I instinctively gave a gentle thrust with my hips. Somehow I felt safe in the dark with him. He then stopped. Again a voice came to my ear. “Come with me, someone’s coming,” he said, taking my hand and leading me through the darkness. I never heard anyone coming near us, but I soon bumped into some bodies and hands felt my body in search of my cock, which was still protruding from my jeans. A hand grasped my erection and jerked it a couple of times but before anything untoward could take place, my companion’s hand pulled me along. I had no idea where we were, other than there were people around me, but I remained clasped to his hand. Suddenly we came to a halt. I stood motionless and silent, my guide having released his grasp on my hand. Once again, I felt the warm mouth coating my cock with licks and kisses. I knew it was him by the gentle caressing of his mouth. I rested my hands on my companion’s shoulders, and then moved them up to his head. I could feel that he had short-cropped hair. I ran my finger through his hair and then pulled his head onto my cock until I felt his lips around the base of my cock. It felt good to be deep down his throat. I held this position for a while, luxuriating in his warmth and the movement of his tongue as he rubbed the underside of my cock stem with it. The suction that he created with his mouth made me feel as though he was ready to swallow my whole being. After a while, he slowly slid his mouth along my solid muscle until I felt the tip of my cock almost slip from his mouth. I thrust forward, not wanting to lose contact with him. Once more he slid his mouth down my length, letting the roughness of his tongue tease the underside of my cock, thereby creating a tingling affect throughout my body. I held onto his cropped head, pulling it onto my cock and then releasing him to slide back to the tip. All the while I could hear movement of people. I felt his fingers grasp my ass and squeeze my ass cheeks, and at the same time, start pulling my jeans and my briefs down to my ankles. Once my butt was bare, his warm hands began massaging both cheeks, pulling me closer into his throat. His deft fingers worked their way around my ass in search of my entrance. His finger tips caressed my crack, tickling my entrance and causing me to automatically clamp my asshole shut. His fingers massaged over my hole, allowing me to relax and allowing him entry. A finger gently penetrated the barrier to my being, causing me to gasp, but I had not intention of forbidding him entrance; in fact I welcomed him in like a guest. His finger sank deeper into me and then began a gentle rotation as it searched my inner being. All the while I sighed and gasped with each movement that he made. I also knew that others were gathering near to us because other hands began searching my body, but I didn’t want them. My companion’s hand slowly began to retreat from its hidden cavity. I clamped my muscle in a desperate attempt to prevent him from leaving, but no sooner had he freed himself from me, than I felt two fingers enter and search me. As both spread my ass wider and rotated in me, I felt my balls rising and I thought I might erupt with pleasure, but I didn’t want this to end so soon. I put my arms under his armpits and lifted him from his kneeling position. I let my hand cup his balls and cock which were still well hidden in his jeans. I unzipped his jeans and began to reciprocate with my mouth. It felt good to have his long uncut cock deep in my throat as I felt the gentle thrusts. I wanted to please him as much as he’d pleased me. My mouth worked long and hard along his thick stem as I washed it with my tongue. His pendulous, manly balls hung below his thick cock, waiting to be warmed and lubricated. I massaged them with my hands and at the same time licked and sucked on each in turn, feeling their wondrous size being engulfed in my mouth. His breathing became more intense and quickened. I knew that he was close to shooting his load. It didn’t take him long to reach his climax. I felt the gentle, light touches of his hands on my face and head as he fired his load. The stream flowed and I swallowed. I felt each thrust and throb as he fired load after load down my throat. When I had extracted every last drop from him, the large, but gentle hands lifted me to my feet. “Thanks,” he breathed into my ear. “That was fantastic, but now it’s your turn.” His hands slid down my torso as he made his way back to my cock. The warm suction was clamped tightly around the full length of my cock and I felt his tongue lubricating my stem once more. His coming and shooting into my mouth had brought me closer to my own orgasm and as his mouth tightened around my cock, I gave a grunt, tensed and fired. I don’t think he tasted any of my cum because my cock-head was right at the back of his throat, so my fill must have gone straight down his throat. My groans were loud, attracting others to come closer to us. His tongue licked and cleaned me of all evidence and it was only once my cock had begun to subside, that I was able to withdraw from his warmth and lift him to his feet again. Once we’d finished, we both zipped up and I said, “How do we get out of here in the dark?” “Take my hand and I’ll lead you.” Although I’d been in the dark backroom for quite some time, I still hadn’t got used to the dark and I still couldn’t see anything in front of me, but could feel his presence. Again we passed people and again hands stretched out to grope. Suddenly the black door opened and the brightness of the store blinded me momentarily - daylight. I looked at my companion. He must have been at least six feet tall, well-built and good-looking. As we entered the light of the bookstore, I turned to him and introduced myself. “By the way, my name’s Pete,” I said, stretching out my hand to shake his. “Hi Pete, I’m Kurt,” he replied, but didn’t take my hand. Then reality hit me. Kurt couldn’t see me, he was blind.

wow... the ending was powerful... it should be written into a book..

Thanks for the compliment. I appreciate it. It has been published in a collection of short stories. Lew