Starbucks Daddy (part two) by Gary (mainkperson@hotmail.com)
I still had four hours to go in my shift and needless to say I spent most of it trying to disguise the raging hard cock beneath my apron as the taste of this hot strangers cum lingered in my mouth.
It was torture. I longed to touch to my cock, and even more for John to touch it.
That was the name on the card he gave me: John Brecht. Not that I would be using his name. He had quickly made it apparent that Daddy was the proper term. I had long fantasized about finding a filthy minded Daddy but at 19 I had yet to meet one. Until today. In a public washroom. At my place of work.
The craziness of the situation hung over me like a cloud but I couldn't deny the raging erection I had tucked up into my belt loop. I had never been more turned on in my entire life. To think that I had spent months lusting over this mound of raw masculinity and now the taste of his semen overpowered any of my other senses. It was all I could focus on. I feared that if I fantasized too much about where this might lead I would cum right there in the cafe, exploding into my pants as I served another grande latte.
Those four hours were excruciating and I texted him the moment I was out of the store. Not knowing what tone to take after our initial meeting I sent simply:
"Hi Daddy, it's Ryan (from Starbucks). I've been thinking about you all afternoon. What are you up to thisevening?"
A few moments later I received his response. It was just an address. An address for an apartment less that 10 minutes walk from Starbucks. I pondered momentarily about the safety of following a strange - albeit somewhat familiar, I had served him coffee every day for almost 6 months - man to his apartment but needless to say my aching cock overpowered my brain and I walked briskly in the direction of the address.
He buzzed me in without so much as a hello and I nervously took the elevator up to the 19th floor. By this point I was almost shaking with excitement and nerves, anticipation mixed with a slight apprehension. I nearly melted when he opened the apartment door wearing only a pair of faded jeans.
"Come in boy."
I was transfixed. Staring at his beautiful body: burly but toned, covered in thick black hair. He led me into his apartment and sat me down on an expansive leather couch as he fetched us both a beer.
"I've been watching you since your first day boy" he said as he sat down beside me. "That glint in your eye - I can always pick out a pig boy in the making."
I thought about disagreeing, protesting his assertions. but I knew that while I had yet to experience anything I would describe as particularly kinky I wanted to more than I could properly articulate. It was just a feeling, indescribable but unescapable. I wanted someone to use me, and I wanted that someone to be him.
He swigged from his beer and then brought the cool bottle to his right nipple. Easing the chilly glass onto his hair engulfed chest all while gazing deeply into my eyes. "Take your shirt off boy." I did as I was told stripping of my button up shirt to reveal my own lightly haired body. He brought the bottle away from his own, now erect, nipple and onto my own. I gasped slightly as the cool condensing bottle slid across my own nipple, quickly causing it to stand at attention.
He took my left hand and placed it on his inner thigh. This and the look in his eye was all the invitation I needed as I slid my hand up to the basket in his jeans; the denim taught, stretched to its limit by the awakened monster within. I was breathing heavily as I slowly rubbed his hard cock through the material, all the while feeling the chill of his beer on my nipple.
"I want you Daddy" I uttered, the first thing I had said to him since arriving. "I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you."
He smiled softly, and placed his beer on the coffee table next to my own. He pulled me to him, my body now straddling his own, his musk washing over me as he placed his lips on mine and kissed me. Softly at first and then not softly at all. Delving his tongue into my mouth he kneaded my ass and ground his denim covered cock into my own. I was in heaven, sexually awakened by this man I was calling Daddy.
Our lips parted and I leaned in to lick his slightly damp pit. My first exploration into that particular erogenous region sent my body wild and I bucked into him, our still-clothed cocks rutting against one another as I lapped up his hairy underarm. His soft moan of "good boy" sent further excitement racing through me. It was as if this man knew my every fantasy and was bringing them to life before I even fully understood them myself.
So lost was I in this moment that I was quite surprised when he lifted me up and told me to undress completely. I stood in front of naked and fully erect, enjoying the look of lust in his face as he gazed over my body.
"Lie down on the couch boy. You got to see me polish myself off earlier and I want to see you rub one out for Daddy." He smirked a little in a way that was impossibly sexy and moved himself onto the coffee table as I lay back on the sofa my legs spread in his direction. "That's it boy, wank your cock for Daddy" he intoned as I rubbed my aching dick and slid my free hand down to my exposed hole. "Good boy Ryan, show off that tight pussy" he said as I slid a finger inside myself.
He rubbed my inner thighs working his hands ever closer to my crotch as I furiously jerked my ready-to-explode cock. Just as I was about to cum he replaced my finger with two of his own. Massaging my hole as I moaned and pushed myself onto his digits. "Oh Daddy" I screamed as I shot a massive load all over myself and his leather coach.
To be continued...