I love coffee, especially with a shot of Carolans; some call it "camp coffee". Actually it's a morning ritual; I French Press a cup of coffee and toss in the Carolans. But today I was running behind for a meeting with my agent so I filled my stainless flask with Carolans and headed out.
After the meeting I stopped by this little coffee shop that I frequented and ordered a doppio - double espresso. After the barista gave it to me I had a seat. Thinking about what my agent had said I nonchalantly poured a shot into my cup. I closed my eyes, smiled, and took a sip. Opened my eyes and saw a guy sitting at the table across from me looking at me with a smile. I smiled, pulled the flask back out and offered it to him.
He got up, came over, sat down and said, "Thanks, don't mind if I do." He grabbed the flask from me and poured a shot into his cup.
"Hi Tom," he said. "My name's Jason."
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"I heard the barista call it out," he replied. Then he leaned in slightly and continued. "I knew your name from before. I've seen you in here quite a few times."
Okay, so this was getting creepy, I thought. "Really?" I said.
"Yeah," he said. "I own this place and its part of my job to memorize the names of my customers. Well, some of them."
That's better, I thought. "So you own this place? Does well?"
"Yeah, well enough," he said. We had a conversation for a few more minutes then it got interesting.
"You have a lot of stress with your job Tom?"
"Sometimes, but not really," I replied. "You?"
"Yeah; sometimes. What do you do when you're stressed?
"I don't know; have a drink, walk, nothing specific," I said. Where's this going I wondered. I'll bite. "What do you do?'
He grinned and said softly, "Well, I feel I can trust you Tom so I'll tell you. I like to suck cock and I'm pretty stressed out today."
I rubbed my chin with my hand, looked at him and didn't know what to say. He continued very apologetically, realizing he might have fucked up.
"I'm sorry Tom, I don't know why I said that," he fumbled a bit. "You just seemed like a nice guy and..."
I cut him off. "Jason; want to suck my cock?" I said softly with a smile. I could feel my cock getting hard. He was nice looking, come to think of it.
Now it was Jason's time to stop. He looked around and said to the barista, "Tim, I'll be in the store room doing inventory if you need me." Jason got up and our eyes locked, "Come on Tom, I've something to show you."
I followed him and we went down a hallway to a locked door marked private. He unlocked the door, I went inside and he followed. Locking the door he said, "I wish I had more time, but I don't. Let me suck you off."
I didn't need to be asked twice! I unzipped my pants and getting my hard cock out of my pants took a bit. When I had got it out Jason grabbed it and stroked it a few times. "Oh yeah," he said. "Nice and hard."
He dropped to his knees, opened his mouth and slipped the hard head of my cock into it. He made a yummy noise and swirled my head with his tongue. As he did, he grabbed my pants and shorts and pulled them down about my knees, sliding his mouth a bit lower down my cock. His hand went up to my balls and he began to squeeze them, softly at first, then a bit harder. As he did his mouth went lower then up, squeeze; mouth down, release; mouth up. Fuck, it felt good.
After a few minutes I could feel cum rising from my aching balls, up my cock. Jason was on a mission. His hot, wet mouth glided up and down my cock, up and down, faster and faster. He held it tight, sliding it roughly in and out. If he wanted cum, I was going to give it to him! I exploded when he had my cock deep inside his mouth. I shot one, two, three and more hot gobs of cum into his mouth and he didn't miss a drop. I had to force myself not to yell as he milked me dry, finally pulling away as I slipped back a bit.
"Thanks man," he said, "I needed that."
