__Overdue__
By Charles
Owen wondered why he had been invited to Mr. Giles' apartment. The librarian hadn't seemed upset in the least when he had returned that copy of Emily Dickenson to the library so very late. Instead, Mr. Giles had written down his address, and told the young man a day and time to show up, insisting that they could work out something just between the two of them.
The blond haired youth had dressed casually, not sure of what Mr. Giles had in mind. He wanted to be prepared for whatever the librarian had planned. Owen walked up to the door of Mr. Giles apartment and knocked twice. Mr. Giles answered the door, wearing a black silk robe and pajama bottoms.
"Um, am I too early Mr. Giles? Because I can come back later..." his voice trailed off as he nervously noticed a few chestnut curls on Mr. Giles' chest.
"No, no. You're right on time, Owen. Please, come inside."
The librarian gestured the young man inside, and then closed the door. "Make yourself at home, while I check my records."
Owen nervously sat down on the edge of the couch, still wondering what Mr. Giles what he was doing at Mr. Giles' home. The librarian went to his desk and figured out just how late Owen had been in returning the borrowed copy of Emily Dickenson.
Mr. Giles walked over to where Owen was seated and took a deep breath.
"It appears you were quite tardy in returning this book, Owen, and now you'll have to pay..."
"I know, sir, that's why I'm here," Owen interrupted him.
"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking, Owen, or else your fine will be even greater," he chastised the younger man. "Now, stand up so that we can begin working on paying off your fine."
Owen did as he was told, and waited for further instructions. Mr Giles undid the belt on his robe and let it fall to the floor in a silken puddle. The younger man gulped nervously as he watched the man he knew only as the school librarian remove his robe.
When Mr. Giles spoke again, all traces of the bumbling school librarian Owen had known were gone. "On your knees, boy. It's time to start paying your fine off."
"Um, excuse me?" Owen asked nervously.
Mr. Giles removed his glasses and looked at the blond-haired youth intensely. "Don't question me again, Owen. Do I need to repeat myself?"
"N-no," the blond haired youth stammered. He slid off of the couch and onto his knees, looking up at Mr. Giles expectantly.
"Much better," the librarian sighed as he lowered the pajama bottoms from his waist to the floor. He stepped out of them, and moved closer to the young man, his cock already hardening.
Owen licked his lips as Mr. Giles stepped closer, still not believing what he was seeing. Sure, he'd found the librarian a bit attractive, but never in his wildest dreams had the teenager imagined anything like this.
Mr. Giles stood in front of the kneeling young man, his cock fully erect, the foreskin stretched back to reveal the head. "I think you know what you've got to do to work off your fine, Owen," the librarian smiled thinly.
Owen leaned forward and tentatively placed his tongue on the head of Mr. Giles' cock. He swallowed and tasted salt, and musk, and Mr. Giles himself.
It wasn't as bad as he had feared it would be. The young man took a deep breath and placed his lips around the head, and his tongue slowly circled the head, probing the tip for drops of pre-cum. Mr. Giles put a hand down and grabbed Owen by the hair, forcing his cock deeper into the teenager's mouth.
The librarian began to thrust, hard and fast, into Owen's mouth. Mr. Giles didn't release his grip on the young man's hair at all, in fact it tightened as he continued to thrust. "Yes, come on, that's it," the dark haired man muttered.
Owen kept up with the fast pace the older man set, by running his tongue over and around the shaft as Mr. Giles continued to thrust into his mouth.
All too soon Mr. Giles cried out as he came, and gave one last final thrust into Owen's warm cavern. Owen swallowed the warm salty liquid as the librarian withdrew from his mouth.
The older man stood there, panting, looking down at the teenager. After he managed to catch his breath, he told Owen, "We also need to discuss your overdue copy of Catcher In The Rye..."
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