FELLATIO CAFÉ: A SECOND HELPING
This story was edited by 'RedGirl'
It had not even been twenty four hours, but I couldn't keep myself away from Alan. Our first encounter had been one of the most thrilling sexual experiences of my life, and I couldn't wait to get my hands (and mouth) on his beautiful cock. I showered and shaved and put on a pair of shorts (no underwear) and a tank top. I slipped on some sandals and headed to the Fellatio Café.
I walked into Alan's coffee shop right before closing, as I had done the night before, only to find a handful of customers there. Alan was, again, behind the counter, and he greeted me with a welcoming mischievous smile. We chatted briefly as I sat at the counter, both of us happy to see each other again.
Alan was again dressed comfortably in jeans and a t-shirt. I admired his torso as he attended to his few remaining customers while I waited. There weren't that many people left – a couple in a corner booth, a young guy at another table, and a middle-aged gentleman at the other end of the counter.
After some time, the young guy left, as well as the couple. The other guy didn't look like he was going anywhere as he sat quietly drinking his coffee. I was getting anxious – I needed some cock. Alan starting closing up shop, closing the curtains and locking the front door--I was hoping this would get our last remaining customer out of here, so Alan and I could get to business.
But Alan had other ideas – with a naughty glance, he introduced me to our remaining patron (and his friend) – Mark. I had been too preoccupied to notice before, but Mark was an attractive guy. Like Alan, he was tall and fit and he wore snug, flattering jeans. He had a bigger frame than Alan, however, and his reddish-brown hair was much thicker. He had a friendly, clean-shaven face and his blue eyes gave him a thoughtful demeanor. His handshake was firm and his smile genuine.
Mark and I sat next to each other and amicably chatted, our introduction an obvious sexual setup by Alan. I noticed Mark's large masculine hands, seemingly double the size of my smallish hands. His shoes were also quite large, perhaps a size 13, dwarfing my size 8 sandals. Could the rest of him be so large? I was hoping to find out.
Alan continued to clean up as Mark and I waited – our conversation stilted in awkward silence. Alan soon joined us – he placed a small bowl of vanilla ice cream in front of me and topped it with a generous helping of whipped cream.
"Show Mark how you like to eat ice cream," Alan said with a sexy smile.
I smiled a shy embarrassed smile, but was excited by Alan's encouragement. Emboldened, I scooped some ice cream onto a spoon and gave my new friend a show – being even bolder than I was the night before. I licked the spoon like a cock, twirling and flicking my tongue as I maintained eye contact with Mark. I cleaned the spoon dry, save for a few drops that I suggestively let run down my chin.