Coffee Shop Cock

By Bacteriaburger / Natty Soltesz

Published on Apr 1, 2004

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Coffee Shop Cock A very short story by Bacteriaburger

Mark and I were working at the coffee shop. Lee had just left for the evening, so it was just us there. It was rainy and dreary outside, and business was suffering as a result. We hadn't had but three customers in the past couple of hours.

"Fuck, I need random hot girls to have sex with," Mark said. He was horny and frustrated and being very vocal about it.

"Well, if you want I'll suck you off in the back."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright let's go." Mark walked into the back kitchen and I followed him. It was warm, it smelled like fresh-baked banana bread.

"What if a customer comes?" I wondered.

"Fuck 'em. Nobody's coming in, anyway," Mark said, unbuckling his pants. I got down on my knees in front of him as he pulled his pants down. His cock was getting hard under his boxer shorts. I reached inside and pulled it out. It was warm and hot, and it grew more and more as I held it in my hand. I wasted no time in putting my mouth around it, it was smallish but it fit in my mouth perfectly.

Mark moaned. I could imagine what he was feeling-that first heavenly instant of a warm, wet mouth swallowing your hard cock, sliding down it. As I bobbed my head up and down his boner I reached underneath his cock and pulled his balls out of his shorts, massaging them with my hand. I leaned down further and started licking his balls.

"Fuck that feels good," Mark said. He was looking past me. I noticed the bottle of honey we use for tea sitting on the counter by his head.

"Give me that honey." He reached over and handed it to me. I held his erection up and poured the honey onto the head. It coated his cock, trickling slowly down his shaft. I started licking it off, the sticky sweet taste was delightful. I started going down on him, hard-core, and he was really enjoying it. He started holding my head still and thrusting into me, fucking my mouth. It seemed like he might be getting close.

"Can I eat your ass?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, totally."

"Won't that be gross?"

"Well, I'll use the honey," I said, holding up the bottle. Mark was standing there, boner sticking out of his shorts, throbbing. He thought about it for a second.

"Just lean over the table there," I said.

"This is weird but I'll give it a try," he said putting his elbows on the table. I pulled his boxers down and lifted his shirt up. He had a big ass, it looked so hot. I pulled his cheeks apart. His hole was pink and clean. I poured a little honey down his crack and it drizzled over his hole. I got my face in there and started eating the honey, running my tongue all over his slick butthole. It instantly relaxed and I pushed more of my tongue into it. Mark was laboring to catch his breath, he leaned further onto the table and pushed his ass into my face, really getting into having his ass eaten out.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Yeah, keep doing it." I kept doing it. I could have done it all night. His ass was so big, a fucking feast. I wanted to have him sit on my face. I wanted to grab anything I could-whipped cream, mocha syrup, whatever-and eat it off of his ass. Mark started jerking himself off.

"I want to come like this," he said. I kept my face buried into his ass. It would have been nice to eat his come, I was thinking, but if this was how he wanted it... It only took him a few seconds from jerking his cock that his cum started spurting all over the floor under the table. His butthole clenched, but I kept digging my tongue into it as hard as I could. I could hear his jizz splattering the floor under the table. Then I heard a voice coming from the front.

"Yoo-hoo!" they said. "Anybody back there?"

"Fuck, shit!" Mark said. "Customer!" He turned around, face flushed. His cock was still hard and dripping cum.

"Let me clean you off," I said, and I ate his dick, licking off the cum and savoring the taste. Mark moaned. I stood up and wiped my mouth. Mark pulled up his pants while I went to attend to business.

"Sorry about that," I said to a fat, pissed-off looking lady with three little kids in tow. "What can I do for you?"

The End

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