I stopped by my local coffee shop this morning. While I put in my order I noticed the only other person in the place, a sandy-haired young man in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He had his back to me and was standing browsing a newspaper. I paid for my coffee and moseyed over to the table--guys in sweatpants always intrigued me, especially if they wore boxers underneath. The cotton sweats tend to hug the crotch and their equipment bulges nicely.
I went to the table next to him and glanced over. He was standing in profile, and I almost dropped my jaw--his dick was fully erect and sticking straight out. My heart started beating rapidly and I was staring at him when he looked over at me. I smiled and looked down at his "problem," then back up. He glanced down at himself and smiled, blushing.
I sauntered over to him, making as if to look at the paper on the table. "I get pretty horny in the mornings, too--especially before I've had my coffee." He smiled. "It has a mind of its own this morning." I looked at him--he looked to be about twenty and had incredibly beautiful blue eyes. I looked around the small shop. He and I were the only customers there, and the lady behind the counter was busy cleaning things. "If you're interested, I could help you take care of that little problem."
The coffee-boy's eyes widened a bit. "Here?" "Yeah, let's duck into the restroom--it's a one-banger and the door locks." I walked over to it, gave him a nod, and went inside, closing the door but not locking it. If he were interested, he'd be there, I thought. If not, he'd leave and no one would be embarrassed.
Seconds later the doorknob turned and he entered. "I was hoping you'd come in," I said as I reached behind him and locked the door. "I've never done anything like this before," he whispered. I pushed him against the sink and got on my knees in front of him. His cock was pushing hard against his sweats as I began pulling his t-shirt out from his waistband. "Ever had a good blow job?" I asked. He shook his head. "Ever had sex with anyone before?" I asked when I pulled his shirt out and looked up underneath it. His chest was smooth and hairless with two big, brown, erect nipples. He shook his head again. "Well, just relax and enjoy. By the way, how old are you?" "Eighteen," he replied, planting his hands behind him on the porcelain sink.
I quickly loosened the string and pulled the elastic waistband of the light gray sweats away from his stomach. He was wearing white boxer shorts, and a trail of light brown fuzz made its way from his navel behind the elastic of his shorts. I tugged down on the sweats, and they moved over the bulge and down his legs. The tops of his white socks stood above the crumpled pants around his ankles.
The tip of his penis was jutting out from the fly of his boxers. I kissed it lightly, making him sigh, then quickly pulled them down. Freed from its cotton prison, his erection bounced up. His pubic hair was the same sandy brown as his head, and his shaft was long and slender with a light downward curve. The head, mushroom-shaped, was so hard it was reddish. Two soft, low balls hung behind it in a hairless sac.
"You have a beautiful tool, there," I sighed. He grinned. "It's about to explode--you better get busy!" I didn't need any more encouragement, and taking his balls in my left hand, I used my right to grab his eight-inch shaft and guide it into my hungry mouth. As my tongue rubbed against it, I felt him shudder with pleasure. "God, it feels so good!" he sighed. It only took a few licks until his balls shrunk and he thrust his hips forward. Exhaling, he began to shoot in my mouth. I could feel his jizz hit the back of my throat and I eagerly swallowed his boy juice.
I sucked every drop out of him until he lost his erection. As his now-not-virgin dick slipped out of my mouth, it was considerably smaller than when it went in. "There. Now you can walk around without your wood sticking out." He rubbed his hand through my hair. "Thanks, that was great!" I stood up and looked at him. "What's your name?" I asked. His eyes were locked on mine. "Jarrod." "Well, Jarrod, look what you've done to me." I looked down at my own considerably hard rod. He looked at it and said, "I'd sure like to see that out in the open."
I didn't wait for another invitation. Quickly I undid my belt and button, pulled down my zipper, and slid my jeans and undershorts down in one thrust. My blond dick sprang out. "Go ahead, touch it, Jarrod." He squatted down and took it in his hand, moving it around and examining it. "Ever seen a guy's dick close up like this?" I asked him. "No. Just other guys in the locker room, but never hard and never so close." "You want to suck it?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes. He stood up. "No." My face began to fall, then he smiled broadly and said, "I want to feel it inside me. Fuck me." My heart lept. "Are you sure?" His breathing was growing shallow. "Yes. I want to feel it inside me. Do it. Fuck me up the ass."
I didn't wait to accept his Invitation. My dick hardened. Spitting into my hand, I lubed myself, then lowered the toilet seat and sat down on it. "Straddle me and lower yourself onto it--it's easier this way your first time."
Jarrod kicked off his running shoes and pulled off his sweats and boxers. He also pulled his t-shirt off over his head. His young body was svelte but well-toned. He looked marvelous standing there naked except for his white socks. As he shed his clothes, I pulled my shirt off. He faced me, straddled me, and began to lower himself. I felt for his hole and guided my rock-hard shaft toward it. As his butt met the tip of my dick, his asshole slowly opened. I let him control the pace but was surprised that he took it into himself easily. As I slipped inside him his cheeks connected with my thighs. "Ride me, Jarrod," I gasped.
He began to raise and lower his ass, sliding his hot hole up and down my even hotter shaft. His flaccid dick flopped up and down, slapping against my belly. "You're so tight," I sighed. "It feels so good inside me," he sighed back, beginning to jack off. His penis hardened under his touch and I envied his youth, being able to cum then get hard again so quickly. Sweat began running down his chest, falling into his sandy brown bush, and matting it.
"God, Jarrod, keep pumping. I'm about to cum." He was breathing deeply and, suddenly, began spurting sperm out of his dick onto my belly and chest. As he clamped down on me, my own geyser erupted and I filled his young ass with my man juice. His sperm ran down my belly and onto his balls. He rubbed his semi-flaccid tool over it, squeezing the last few drops out of it before standing up. My now-soft cock slipped out of his ass, and I quickly rubbed my sperm over my crotch.
As I caressed myself, I watched Jarrod get dressed. "Think you can get that hard again this morning?" He smiled “Are you kidding? I'm still horny as hell." If you come over to my place you can fuck me silly," I said. He smiled. "Lead on."
We spent the rest of the morning in my bed. His young, warm body felt so good against me, and, true to his word, he did get hard again. But this time it took him awhile before he came--which was just as well. It allowed him to really plough my ass good. He fucked me doggy style, on my back with my legs on his shoulders, and lying beside him. Then I lowered myself onto him and rode him like he rode me back in the coffee shop. For 30 minutes his eighteen-year-old dick slid in and out of my ass before he finally came and collapsed beside me.
As he left, we exchanged phone numbers. As I write this tonight, I can still feel his young sperm in my mouth and my hole--and I know we'll see each other again.
