Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2008 19:25:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Tengler <davidtengler42@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Barista #3 - Mocha Cooler

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 persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.

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Mocha Cooler (Barista Series #3)
By David Tengler, 2008

Mocha Cooler

I was at my usual coffee place -- business was hopping, and so was the
internet. And, as they say, "on the internet no one knows you're not in a
business suit."  T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops are just fine -- and your
clients don't need to know that underwear is optional, do they?

My usual stress-relieving barista friend had been out this week -- I guess
he was on vacation. Just as well, I had too much going on to be
distracted.  On the other hand, it was a crazy week and I had been pretty
tense.

I settled in with my tall iced redeye and checked the mail. After I got
through the odd spam, I came across  "We agree with your terms and look
forward to doing business!"

That's it, the deal had gone through!

Things were good -- and -- success makes me horny.  But, where was my
barista friend? Unfortunately, not here.

On the other hand, there was another one.  I think he'd just started a few
weeks ago, and I'd just begin to notice.  A Latino -- slender, with
beautiful eyes, 5'10", just the right size of pecs pushing through his
T-shirt, and beautiful hairy legs. (They'd kept the shorts dress-code going
-- the employees were happier and so were the clients).

His name tag said "Gabriel" -- and he sure looked like an angel.

He noticed me looking at him and smiled -- "Having a good day, sir?"  I
said "Yes -- just got really good news on a deal!"

He smiled and, without saying anything, mixed my favorite iced coffee and
brought it over to me.  "On the house, sir -- anything else you'd like?"

My eyes were at his shorts' crotch level -- and I just smiled.

I'm guessing word had gotten around, because he just looked back and tilted
his head towards the bathroom.  He went back behind the bar and a few
minutes later I was in the bathroom stall waiting.

Five minutes later I heard the door open and  heard him come in -- I
recognized him by his flip-flops  (I have a thing for those so I know what
kind everyone is wearing). A minute later I heard a gentle knock and I
opened the stall.  

As usual, nothing much had to be said. He pulled down my shorts roughly,
pulled out his uncut mocha-colored uncut dick, slathered something slick
from the kitchen on it and rammed it up my ass. I'm guessing word really
had got around as to my preferences.

I heard some mumbling in Spanish: "Mi putico flaco, te doy lo que quieres!
[my skinny little whore, I'm giving you what you want!]" and felt the pace
picking up.  Before I knew it I was pulsing my spunk into the toilet as he
was spunking into my ass.

A little bit of cleanup and he was back to making lattes and I, although a
bit messy, was back to doing business.

I do love my café!

(As usual, all comments welcome! David T.)