Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2009 09:57:40 -0600
From: Daniel VD <vandyk.dan@gmail.com>
Subject: The Barista / Chapter 1

This story is based on real life events. Not ALL events happened in this
exact same sequence but were changed for artistic purposes only. All names
were changed to save me from lawsuits and I hope you all enjoy my stories!

Finally, just to cover myself: this story involves sexual activity between
boys, so if it is illegal for you to be reading this, either due to your
age or to other local laws, please go away now. Thank you.

THE BARISTA
BY: DAN VD

	Every single morning, I would go to my neighborhood Starbucks and
order a tall, extra hot, nonfat dry Cappuccino and the same Baristas would
be there day in and day out. The same smiling faces, the same green aprons
and the same amazing customer service I had gotten accustomed to over the
years. I had gotten to know most of the baristas quite well, most of them
in University studying `poli sci' or history of art. I had gotten to hear
about their private lives, their loved ones and mostly their sex life. They
seemed to have no barriers; they let all of their most intimate secrets out
in the open. Mostly, I think, is because they just don't give a crap who
listens. It seemed that all of the Baristas had that cool, hipster
attitude. They were always hungover from last night's `hottest party' and
they were all extremely good looking! I don't know what it was but I think
Starbucks just hires people for their looks, and secondly their customer
service abilities.  All fine by me, an openly gay 26 year old hoping to
score his latest hunk.

	Luckily, my day was about to get even better. I walk into my
Starbucks and I see the manager, a now close friend of mine surrounded by
new fresh faces.
	"Daniel! It's good to see you! Have you met any of our new fresh
batch of baristas?" said Danika, the beautiful 28 year old manager.
	"No, I haven't. " I said as I scanned all of their faces. Some of
them were cute, nothing out of the ordinary, just cute. I kept scanning
their nervous faces until I saw Him.
	He was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He was abut six feet tall,
lightly tanned skin, bright green eyes and messy jet black sex hair that
always drove me crazy!
	"Hey..." he said after I continually stared for what seemed like an
eternity. "You okay?"
	"Huh... Yeah... Sorry... I'm Daniel. Nice to meet you." I awkwardly
managed to say as I stuck out my hand.
	"I'm Jacob. Jacob Ashworth. Do you work here...?
	"No! Dan is one of our favorite customers, a regular. You must get
to know his order and eventually you'll be telling your regulars all about
your life, friends and even more." said Danika.
	"Well, I come here so much I might as well quit my job as a
Financial Advisor and work here!" I said, jokingly.
	All of the new Baristas burst out laughing. My God, they were all
so nervous. It's not like my joke was even funny.

	Over the course of the new few days, I conveniently stopped by
Starbucks more frequently than usual. I just wanted to see him so badly!
Actually, I wanted to fuck him so badly. I got to know all of the new
baristas quite well, all of them working to pay for school since it was the
middle of summer. I pulled Danika aside and asked where Jacob was.
	"You horny fuck! Keep it in your pants! He's still in High School!
Mind you, if he wasn't so young... Damn... Plus, I think he's straight as
an arrow." said Danika, crushing my dreams.
	"Gooooooooooood joke, buddy. No way he's THAT good looking and
straight. And if he is, I'll convert his straight ass gay." I said, with a
smirk on my face.
	"He's 17." said Danika.
	"Age of consent is 16..." I happily said in a sing songy voice.
	"You're gross. If you really need to know, he works mainly
afternoon shifts, since High School kids have don't end finals until the
end of June and he still has some classes. I'll tell him you stopped by if
you want me to..." Danika said jokingly
	"Don't even joke with me. I can't have you ruining my chances with
this sexy hunk."

	That afternoon, on my way to my hair appointment, I stopped by
Starbucks to see if Danika was right. Luckily, bitch was 100% spot on
right. There he was, in his hunky godliness. He had the most defined jaw
line, the highest cheekbones and the hottest lips I had ever seen. I just
wanted to jump over that counter and fucked him right there and then. He
immediately recognized me as I reached the counter.
	"Dan! How are you? I haven't seen you in a while!" He excitedly
said.
	"I've seen you and your ass in my dreams..." I thought.
	"I've been great! I've been really busy with work but I love it!
How's your summer going? Hey, you're in law, right? I said, knowing he was
nowhere near a law school.
	He immediately blushed. Teenagers always love when you think
they're older than they already are.  "I'm finishing my Junior year of High
School... I still have final exams until the end of this month!"
	"Really? I thought you were in law! I'm sorry. I'll remember that
for next time."
	"No. Don't worry about it. It's really a compliment. With all my
friends turning 18*, I've been wanting to go to their birthday parties at
the club with them but I don't have an ID and I thought I looked too young
to even use a fake!"
	"Well, you certainly fooled me! Hey, can I get my usual?" I said as
I winked at the high school hunk.
	He blushed until he could blush no more. I knew this kid was a
fag. Just my luck.

That's the end of the first Chapter. Let me know what you think. I am by no
means a professionally trained writer; I just picked up my laptop and
started writing some of the events that have happened over the past couple
of months.  Any comments, requests or questions, feel free to email me at
vandyk.dan@gmail.com

*In Canada, where I live and where this story took place, the legal
drinking age is 18 and most teenagers have lavish parties when they can
finally drink. Scratch that, make that legally drink since underage
drinking in Canada is not as strict as in the US.