Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2010 20:25:13 +0000 From: Gary ! <mainkperson@hotmail.com> Subject: Starbucks Daddy (part one) Starbucks Daddy (part one) by Gary (mainkperson@hotmail.com) --------- I recognized him immediately. The thick rugby build, piercing blue eyes and Freddie Mercury moustache had caught my attention the first time I'd seen him months earlier - he'd strolled in and ordered a big coffee with that gravelly voice and unflinching stare. I swore then that he'd seen in my eyes all the dirty thoughts about him swirling around my mind. In the months that followed he locked my eyes with the same gaze each time I served him and I'd tried not to stare at the bulge in his jeans. My name is Ryan, I work at Starbucks and I'm a 19 year old university student. I'm 6', with some light chest hair, and a solid 190lbs from playing soccer in my spare time. I have red hair, blue eyes and 7" uncut cock. Back to that day though, I walked into the - for some reason unlocked - men's room and saw the object of my desire on his knees leaning back stroking his thick 8" dick with his pants bunched around his feet and his t-shirt sitting on the floor next to him. I looked down his sweat-glistened hairy chest and stared hard at his engorged cock, as if my dreams had momentarily come true, and he looked up and shot his wad all over himself. "SHUT THE DOOR" he said loudly at me while his fresh load slid down his chest and he tried to get his breath back. And I before I knew it I was inside the washroom locking the door behind me. At first I just stood there as he panted - still on his knees recovering - until suddenly it hit me that he probably just meant close the door and leave him alone. A little embarrassed I rather awkwardly turned to leave but then just as I was reaching for the door handle to extricate myself he said "where you going boy?" in that deep gravelly voice and I turned back around to see him put a finger covered with his own cum into his mouth. I watched him lick his cum-covered finger, tenting my pants as he lapped up his own spunk in front of me. I knew I should leave but I couldn't not look at the slab of naked man in front of me. "Come here boy" he said as he dipped his finger into another thick cum deposit on his hairy chest. He stood up, as I inched closer, holding his cum-covered digit out in front of him. "You want this boy?" he asked me as I stared intently at the spunk about to drip from his finger, "take it." And I did. Before I could even think about it I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, engulfing his finger and slurping up the fresh semen that covered it. "Fuck yeah boy, taste Daddy's cum" he said to me as i heartily slurped up the spunk on his finger. And I loved it. I licked his finger lightly at first, tasting his musky seed before sliding his whole finger into my mouth and sucking on it like the slut I knew he wanted me to be (and even more, I wanted me to be). "Oh shit son that's fucking hot" he said, "you like tasting Daddy's cum, huh?" I simply nodded as I pulled my mouth off his now spit-wet finger. He stood up and pulled his jeans over his now flaccid dick and pulled me into him, forcefully pushing his tongue into my mouth and locking my lips with his. I felt his body, warm against my own, as his tongue roamed my mouth and he squeezed my ass and rubbed his crotch against mine. I longed to be held by him forever. Alas, he pulled his tongue from my mouth and grabbed his shirt from the floor, now fully covering his gorgeous body. At this point I realised that my break was probably over and I should get back to work. I said as much to the man in front of me whose spunk I could still taste and he just laughed and patted my ass. "I want that sweet boy pussy of yours as soon as fucking possible" he growled at me and gave me his card. He said to text him as soon as I was done work. I still had four hours to go in my shift and needless to say I spent most of it trying to disguise the raging hard cock beneath my apron as the taste of this hot strangers cum lingered in my mouth. To be continued...