Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 22:30:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Tengler <davidtengler42@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Barista

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not
allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it
has been posted, without the consent of the author.

The Barista
By David Tengler, 2007

Today he'd forgotten to put on his apron and I could finally see the
bulge in his tight jeans. Not a disappointment. The guy behind the
counter was hot. He was concentrating on the complex coffee orders from
the long line of clients and the tip of his tongue protruded from between
his lips. A drop of sweat ran down his cheekbones as he ran from machine
to counter, issuing staccato confirmations as he put the drinks up on the
counter, "One tall soy latte, extra shot; one 1% mochaccino...' and on
and on. The line was long and he never had a chance to stop.

The lean bulge of his biceps stretched the company-issue t-shirt. It
clung to his pecs and showed that, most likely, there wasn't an ounce of
fat on his body.  I'd been waiting to see this for a long time and I
found a nicely-placed table which let me look at him working behind the
counter -- from crotch level.

I think he noticed.

After 3 cups of coffee (can't sit there for hours without drinking
anything) nature called. The cafe's small bathroom just had a sink,
urinal, and one stall.

I walked in and took the stall -- things were flowing when I heard the
bathroom door open. Looking at the floor I could see a pair of familiar
shoes -- the barista's Vans. I'd been memorizing every detail on him
for the last hour after all.

I came out and went over to the sink to wash up. Coffee boy was at the
urinal finishing off. As the sink's water started to run he looked over.
I looked back. Suddenly we both had that half-smile on our faces that
showed that we each knew what the other one was thinking and thought it
was a good idea.

I took advantage of the sliding latch on the door to keep us safe for a
little while, and then stepped over to him. His trousers were still at
half mast and he turned around -- his cock was attractive, half-hard and
growing, a nice shade of very pale caramel with a largish-mushroom-shaped
dick.

I kneeled and took it in my mouth, pulling his butt forward with my hands
-- I needed the whole thing in my mouth as fast as possible -- that's
all I'd been thinking of for hours. It grew in my mouth as I took it
down my throat. He still had that half-smile on his face.

As I sucked he started to make small purring noises and whisper about the
special order he had for me -- low-fat high protein.

His cock was hard now, and it was wet and slippery. He pulled me up,
turned me around and bent me over the sink. Suddenly my pants were down,
my cheeks were spread, and something spongy yet hard was pushing against
my pucker.  In another few seconds, it was working its way in. A little
faster than I normally would've preferred, but there was no slowing down
his ramming dick. Besides, he only had a few minutes for his break and he
needed his treat fast.

It was in -- and then the true fucking started. He'd had a rough day and
loved the idea of fucking one of his overprecious customers. The yelling
if he used 1% instead of 2% milk had gotten to him today, and here he had
a willing ass to take it out on.

It went on -- him getting faster and faster. Occasionally he would take
it out for a few seconds, and I'd beg to have it back in.  In it came --
at full force, no need for subtlety. I'm guessing 7 inches and thick --
just the right size for me.  Meanwhile I'd spit on my hand and was
stroking myself -- deep in the pleasure of this unexpected and
oh-so-desired impalement.

He was getting there -- I felt that tightening in his body and slight
swelling of his dick in me that indicated that he was going to come. He
gave a muffled grunt and I felt his cream start shooting inside me; that
was my cue. I soaked the floor with pent-up sperm.

After the last shot, I felt him pull out roughly. He washed up (yes, he
washed his hands too) all the time looking at me with that half-smile on
his face. He then unlocked the door and walked out. Fortunately nobody
had been waiting.

I walked out of the bathroom a minute later, grabbed my stuff from my
table and headed to the door. Coffee boy was already back at his espresso
machine, looking somewhat less stressed than he had been, that half-smile
still on his face. He saw me looking and a barely-perceptible wink made
its way to me as I left.



(My first story, feedback welcome)