Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 02:56:08 -0500 From: Thomas Rea Subject: Closing Time at the Coffee Shop The manager of this coffee shop is serving up more than lattes tonight. As always, I encourage feedback from readers. Thanks, Thomas Rea Tommy922@hotmail.com I don't really know how it started. Just good conversation, I guess. I always made my way into the local coffee shop, a national chain, for a nice, rich java. Some days I took it to go and others I'd hang around and listen to the music or whatever. A while back, a new manager started working there. He was a nice guy, about mid-thirties like me. He was average looking with blond hair and light blue eyes. We would usually hang around BS-ing about the latest world events, social phenomenon, or local politics. We got along quite well. One night, I was there around closing and we were deep in conversation about something or other when I apologized for holding him up and excused myself so he could lock up and go home. He said it was no bother and, in fact, when he let his last employee go he had a few things to wrap up in the office and I was welcome to hang out until he left. I agreed. I sat in the chair facing his desk as he rummaged around finishing up register tallies, employee scheduling, and whatever else coffee shop managers finish the day with. He was up and down and moving all around the office. The talk had moved on to wives and girlfriends and the hazards of both. He said that he had never been married, but had dated on and off. Steve had closed the door to the office and sat back in his chair. He lowered his voice and asked if he could get personal without offending me. I assured him that he could. "Would you like a blowjob?" he inquired softly. I was stunned to say the least. I can't say that I was totally surprised; after all I was in the office late at night, after closing, alone, etc... I was still stunned, however. "Uh..." I stammered. "No one would know and it doesn't feel any different than when a woman does it." He explained. Now, I would also be lying if I said that I never suspected anything at all or had never thought that Steve might be interested in me that way. "OK" I agreed. He told me to stand up and pull me pants down. I did and my growing cock sprang out. Steve grabbed it as I sat back into my chair. He got on his knees in front of me and milked my cock slowly and expertly until I was completely hard. When I was fully erect, he gripped the base and began licking the underside of the head like a lollipop. Then he moved to one side and ran his tongue up and back along the side of my hard dick like he was working a corn on the cob at the company picnic. I was totally worked up already when he finally took me into his mouth. He took about half my length at first and, after a brief pause, took the rest. When his mouth was lost in my pubes he sucked hard. It felt so great I wanted to cum right then and there. He started to move his head up and down and let me slide in and out of his lips. I ran my hands through his blond hair and leaned my head back. It seemed like several minutes that he bobbed my knob before he pulled it out and started jacking me off. I guess he needed to come up for a breather. He nibbled on my nut sack with his lips and then sucked one of my nuts deep into his mouth. He released my nuts and went back to sucking my cock. He made little, soft moaning sounds as he sucked me and I could hear that he was really enjoying this. I was too. I was totally turned on like I never had been before. I was so hot in fact that I wanted more. "Finger my ass," I said; suprising even myself. I felt Steve's hand shift past my nuts and I lifted one foot from the floor to the desk. I felt his fingertip as it played with my asshole, running in small circles around the edge. He probed into my tight, puckering hole and I winced as he forced against the resistance. Suddenly, Steve withdrew his hand and took my cock from his mouth. When I looked down he was sucking his own finger and I before I realized what was happening the slick, lubed finger was back in my ass worming its way inside with minimal difficulty. I gasped under my breath as he got past the first knuckle. I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to relax as the finger wormed its way all the way in. Steve kept sucking like a truck stop whore as he fingered my ass furiously. My eyes were practically tearing with the pleasure I was experiencing. I was totally lost in my own ecstasy when I was suddenly yanked back to reality. I jerked up in my chair and cried out in pain and surprise. Steve, lost in his own excitement and pleasure, had decided to go for a second finger. I was still in pain as I began to protest. "Shhhh...Relax," Steve whispered, "just relax and enjoy it." His voice was so calm and reassuring that I had no choice but to trust him. Sure enough, in a few seconds I had loosened up and was enjoying this too. It probably helped that I was soon ready to cum. I told Steve and he took me from his mouth and started to jack me off for all I was worth. He had one hand jacking my dick and the other slamming into my asshole and I was gripping the arms of the chair for dear life. I gasped for air and threw my head from side to side as my cock bulged and swelled. As soon as the first blast exploded from my cock, Steve's mouth was back on taking in burst after burst of hot jizz. He was milking me with his lips and bits of my spew were starting to leak from the corners of his mouth. When I was finally done I looked down at Steve. He was sucking the last few drops from my softening cock and I could see my first shot of cum dripping down his cheek where he had been hit before getting back in his mouth. He had swallowed my entire load and now rested his head in my lap looking up with a cum stained smile as I continued to rub his hair and try to catch my breath. I was soaked in sweat and felt that sexual exhaustion that comes over you after a bout of particularly good fucking. I smiled back at Steve, still unable to talk. He got up and grabbed an apron to wipe his face. As I pulled up my pants, he excused himself to go wash up. When he came back we chatted a while about the experience and he winked and told me I was welcome after closing anytime. I was still stunned and overwhelmed by the experience. He locked up the shop and we said goodnight and went to our cars. I realized that I had been so totally turned on and excited that anything could have happened. If Steve had told me to suck him off in return, or to roll over and let him fuck me, I would have. I looked forward to more late nights in the office with Steve.