Mr Coffee

There wasn’t anything that stood out as ‘wow’ about him. He was attractive for sure – bordering on cute. And he looked fit. But overall, he looked to be a regular guy, above average in looks. Then he smiled. I was hooked. His dimples end capped his slightly crooked smile, accentuating his big brown eyes that seemed to twinkle more as he smiled. As he reached out to the POS with his card, his big arms stretching his tight tee shirt caught my attention; his dark skin seemed to emit a warm energy somehow.

Signing his name, I handed him his coffee. “See you again soon” I replied, which is a little more than my typical go to at work with a leaving customer.

“Until tomorrow” he said, his masculine voice rumbling through my body. I watched as he walked away, admiring his tight jeans and ample derriere.

I shook myself out of my trance and continued with my work. But I couldn’t get him out of my mind. This initially average man, that turned sexy with a flash of a smile. Who was he? Will he come back tomorrow? If he does, what will I say? How will I act? Is he even into guys? Is he married? Dating? Most all day my mind twisted with question, thoughtsand, ifI’m honest,fantasies. It was a long day and a short day all at the same time.

I found myself acting like a love- sick schoolgirl, which turned my stomach. I’ve always seen myself, rightfully so, as a masculine man. Well, as much of a man as one can be at twenty five. Still, I can drive, vote and drink legally so that has to count for something, right? I have my man card. I just like other men. Any rate, I got through the day and night. I snuggled with my dog at home in my apartment, waiting for the new day with the ‘mystery coffee man’.

Alarm went off, I walked the dog and showered and headed for work. To meet the morning rush, I always get in early. Which means I’m normally tired when the customers start filtering in around 5AM. Being part owner, I could make my own schedule, which was both a bonus and a curse. Especially today as there were more customers than normal for a Thursday. My staff and I plugged through as best we could. I was worried my ‘mystery coffee man’ would be missed in the rush. I kept my eye out for him as best I could.

I saw him in line, about 7-8 people deep. He was standing off to the side of everyone else, which helped me ID him. But it was his bright pink shirt, in a sea of dark suits and dresses that grabbed my attention. When we made eye contact, he smiled. My heart raced and I feltlight headed.

“Come on, Ben. Pull your shit together man!” I told muttered under my breath.

We helped the customers and I tried to rush them through as fast as possible. Finally, my ‘friend’ in pink was next.

“I got this one” I told Jenni. She rolled her eyes, knowing me all too well, and went back to the machines to help organize the madness.

“It’s crazy here today!” he admitted.

“You have no idea!” I replied, causing him to smile even more. “Your regular?” I asked.

“No. I think today I’ll try something new” he said studying the board. “What do you suggest?”

There were a couple people behind him, so I asked Jenni to take the other register and help them. “I need to help this customer make a decision” I said, loud enough for him to hear me.

“Personal service?” he asked with mischievous smirk.

I leaned in towardshim. “Onlythe best formycustomers.”

“Ooo!” he replied. “I like that!”

“Well, you know. It’s how I roll” I said without thinking. “Oh God. Sorry. That was cheesy” I admitted. He laughed.

“I liked it. Customer service is key these days. I’m Davis, by the way” he offered.

“Ben. I’m the owner”

“PART…owner” Jenni happily interjected from beside me.

“Part…owner” I admitted.

“But I do most of the work” Jenni said with a laugh.

“I don’t know. Looks like Ben here is really working hard” Davis replied as he raised an eyebrow.

“It’s notworkif I love it” I told him.

“Do you love it?” he asked.

“Right now, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smiled as he picked up my meaning.

“With that said, I’ll take a café mocha.And make sure I get a lot of whip. I like that white stuff” he proffered.

“Good choice. And this one’s on me” I said turning around.

“Why’sthat?”

“Owner prerogative. Part…owner prerogative” I said over my shoulder, causing Jenni to smile and nod accordingly.

I handed him his drink, he thanked me. I sighed as I watched him walk out the door. I’d hoped he’d return tomorrow for another cup. He didn’t.

“You have a customer here wanting to speak to the owner” Tom said to me. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to deal with an irate customer at lunch time. Lunch time is usually dead for us, as we don’t serve lunch items. I walked around the corner from my office and there was Davis at the counter. I was surprised.

“Hey!” I said, my guard totally down.

“Hey there! So I thought I’d hit you up from some lunch” he said.

“Well, we don’t…really…have lunch items” I said turning around to the item board.

“No. I meant. You…for lunch…with me. As a thank you for the free drink this morning.”

I turned around, my heart seemingly stopping as my brain crunched the data. I was a deer in headlights for a few seconds.

“Unless…you’re not into it, or…” he started.

“NO! God no. I mean YES, Yes. Sorry. I was just…not expecting… Yes. Sure!” I stammered, trying to untie my apron.

“Jenni I’m going to….”

“I heard I heard!” she replied from the office. She peeked her head around the corner. “Have a good lunch” he said, her inflection telling me she knew what this was: a lunch date.

“How long do you have?” he asked.

“Well, being owner…”

“PART owner” Jenni interjected.

“I can take as long as I want” I replied, glaring at her. She winked and smiled.

“She likes to mess with me a lot” I mentioned.

“I noticed. But it’s good to have someone like that to work with. Makes it less like work” he said. “There’s a great Pho place around the corner if you’re into it.”

“Love it!”

“Let’s go!”

His lunch break was an hour, but with the walking to and from, we only have about 40 minutes to chat and eat. But the conversation was great. I got to study his face and realized he was a lot sexier than my initial thinking. Which goes to show looks aren’t everything.

“I should be getting back” he said. “But this was fun!”

“Yes. And thank you. I feel like the lunch costs more for you than the free drink this morning” I said.

He laughed as he pulled out his phone. Well, maybe you can pay me back? Dinner tonight?”

I smiled. My heart, which slowed from a rapid, nervous beat early, seemed to lull itself into a more relaxed rhythm. And, for some reason, this dinner date didn’t speed it up. I found that strange.

“That would be nice. I can make you something great. At the shop if you want.”

“Well, I was thinking someplace less…public?”

“My place?” I offered.

“Perfect. What’s your number?” I sent him my contact number and my address.

“Say…7PM?”

“Perfect!”

“So. I’ll see you then I guess?”

“Sounds good to me!”

“Have a good day, Davis. See you tonight!” We parted ways once we left the restaurant. Being on cloud nine on the way back to the shop, I don’t remember much of the walk back. I didn’t get ran over crossing the streets, so I guess it wasfine?

That evening, I got home and readied myself for my new visitor. I walked the dog and threw in some laundry. After my shower, I stood nude in front of the mirror, looking at myself. While I’m not male model, I’m an attractive guy. But, after my previous relationship ended earlier this year. Suffice it to say, it was an abusive relationship in many levels. I’m glad it’s over but it made me reluctant to put myself back ‘out there’. Physically, I’m a good looking guy: six three, brown hair and blue eyes. I’m about 230 pounds and I workout as much as I can, which is to say a few times a week, work and dog permitting. Not as much as I want, but enough to keep my muscular build relevant without being ‘showy’. I fixed my hair and did all the necessary little things you do before a dinner date before returning to the couch and waiting.

A few minutes after seven, he arrived. I opened the door. In that instant, Davis went from ‘very attractive’ to ‘I have to take my pants off now’ hot. I twisted my body, trying to hide my erection as we greeted each other. He was wearing a white polo and tan shorts and sandals. His polo was tighter than his shirt earlier in the day, allowing me to see more of his body. While not being a gym rate, which I’m not a fan of, you could tell he took care of himself.

“Come on in” I offered.

“I brought this” he said, handing me a bag of coffee. Looking at it, it was from my own shop.

“What’s this?” I asked, confused.

“Coffee. I wanted to bring something and figured you liked coffee” he rightly said.

“Thanks, but…it’s my own coffee.”

“I know. I wanted something here to remind us of how we met.” I could have kissed him right there.

“Ah… that’s sweet! Thank you. I’ll put it in water right as soon as I find a vase” I said, causing him to smile. He stepped in and a whiff of cologne wafted my direction. It’s scent caused me to shiver. Not wanting to be uncouth, I didn’t ask the type, but sure enjoyed it!

“I hope you like quiche!”

“Oh my god, I love it!” he said, grabbing my arm. His hand felt soft and firm at the same time, as well as warm. I giggled inside while remaining my composure externally. I poured us some wine and we talked as we ate. I don’t remember a lot of what he said, I was mesmerized at how sexy he was.

He helped me clear the table, much to my discontent. Afterwards, I turned on some music.

“I thought this better than the idiot box” I said.

“I like it” he replied. “What station is this?”

“Not sure. I just like instrumental in the evenings after eating. I hope that’s OK.”

He held out his hand, which I grabbed. He pulled me towards him and we danced slowly. It was surprising but I enjoyed it. Probably a little too much. ‘Little Ben’ made himself, trying to break free from his material prison.

“What’s so funny? Am I that bad of a dancer?”

“No. You’re fine. But I can tell how much you’re enjoying yourself” he replied.

“Oh God!” I tried to pull away. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine. It’s fine,” he said, reassuringly. “I take it as a compliment.”

“Well then, lets go to the bedroom and I’ll compliment the Hell out ofya’!” I joked. He stepped back and looked at me.

“Lead the way” he challenged.

“Don’t tempt me!” He smiled and arched his eyebrow seductively.

“Damn you!” I protested, dropping my head back on his shoulder.

“What?” he laughed.

“You know what you’re doing to me?!?” I asked.

“Probably the same thing you’ve been doing to me for the last couple of days.”

“What do you mean?”

He pushed me back some. “Ben, do you know why I came back into the shop at lunch? When you have no lunch items to speak of?!?”

“Well, some people do like the scones for a lite lunch and…” I started making excuses.

“Because I wanted to see you, dummy!” His eyes that once sparkled seemed dark and demonic, instantly drawing me in.

“Littleol’ me?”

“Well, I don’t know about that. I can feel you digging into my thigh and you don’t see too little at all” he replied. “Oh, is that Ben blushing?!?” he said as I felt what blood wasn’t in my dick rush to my cheeks.

“Nope!” I assured him, pulling him back into me and dropping my head back on his shoulder.

“I think you’re hot” he said. “I thought that from the moment I saw you. Your hair, wispy and blonde” he said running his fingers through my hair, sending shockwaves through me. “Your little blonde beard” he ran his hand down to the side of my face. I heard my stubble scraping along the back of his hand. “You sense of humor” he poked my side. “It all works for me.”

I sighed, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

“You are, too. Sexy I mean. Damn sexy. As you can tell” I replied, grinding my hips into his thigh more. I felt dirty doing this, especially after the sweet things he said to me. He groaned, seemingly liking it.

“I like this” he said as we gently swayed to the music. I could feel heat radiating from his body now more than before. I’m not sure if that was real of just my perception. I lifted my head from his shoulder and kissed him. The swaying stopped as we explored each other’s mouths, my lips pressed to his, sounding like wet sandpaper as my blonde and his black stubble fought for supremacy.

In too short of a time, we pulled apart from each other, resting our foreheads on one another.

“That was… I wanted to do that for a while now” he said.

“You and me both!”

We stood in silence for a few minutes.

“Listen. Not to be too untoward, but would you like to take this to the bedroom?”

He giggled slightly. “Well, I don’t know.” He looked at his fictious watch. “Itisgetting late and all…” then he looked back at me and winked.

“Ok. Well, I can always resort to my fantasy like I have been recently if you have to go” I offered.

“OH! You’ve been fantasizing about me then?!?!”

“Maybe once. Or twice. Or a dozen times? I don’t remember” I replied.

“Well, if you don’t remember, maybe I should give you something for you to remember.” And with that, he pulled me towards the bedroom.

Once inside, he immediately went to work removing my shirt. He ran his hands over my chest.

“I’ve always loved a hairy white man” he whispered. “I love your nipples” he said as he kissed the right one. “How they’re so pink and surrounded by this blonde hair.” He kissed the left one. “And you stomach. So flat and smooth” he said, seeming surprised of the smoothness of my stomach after playing with my chest hair. He knelt down and tugged at my shorts. “These need to come off.” I did as I was told, my shorts catching at my knees on their way to the floor. He pulled them all the way down then ran his hand up the inside of my leg, to my thigh, then up the elastic band of my boxer briefs.

“Oh. Someone’s done some trimming. This normal or was it for my benefit?” he asked.

“The answer is whatever you want it to be.”

“Nice” he said as he cupped my balls, rolling them around in his hand.

“Ben’s got a nice set of nuts there, doesn’t he? Oh! And what’s this?” he squeezed the base of my cock, which was now hard as a rock.

“This white boy’s packing some heat! Damn!” he whispered as hie squeezed harder. I inhaled as he milked me. I could feel warm precum being pulled down my shaft.

With his other hand, he reached around and grabbed my ass, grasping it firmly, almost to the point of hurting.

He whistled. “Who knew you had so much goodness under that apron?! How has someone not snatched you up?” He asked as he stood up.

“Are you complaining that I’m not taken?” I asked, with a sense of cockiness.

“Hell no! This means you’re all mine. Allmine!” he said kissing me hard before pushing me, gently, down on the bed.

Raising back up, he pulled his tight polo off. I got to finally see part of what I’ve been fantasizing about for days. His brown, smooth, chest, dark nipples, and firm stomach seemed to glow above his tan shorts. I reached out and placed my hand on his chest. It was so smooth and his skin soft.

“Your skin’s so soft. I’m so jealous!”

“Not everything’s soft” he suggested.

“I see that” I replied, looking at the bulge hiding behind his shorts. “But first things first.”

I stood up and latched my mouth to the side of his neck and lightly chewed on his skin, smelling his cologne and tasting his slightly saltiness. I kissed round to his chest and dragged my tongue down in between his pecs. Not a single hair to be found. I moved over to his nipple, feeling the firmness below my mouth. I made oral love to his left nipple. He moaned slightly. I moved over and did the same to his right. He grabbed the back of my head and held me there while I tormented this nipple. He moaned and groaned a lot more this time.

I forced my head down his stomach where I started to find some hair. As I got closer to his belly button, the hair grew in quantity until, reaching his waistline, tickled my nose. I was in heaven: there nothing much better to me than a slightly hairy black man!

I felt the front of my boxer briefs become wet and I proficiently removed both his shorts and boxers. When I did so, out sprung the most beautiful piece of man chocolate I’ve ever seen in person: decently long, very thick, cut and hard surrounded by a supreme black mat of hair that seemed to glisten in the low light of the room. Without hesitation, I slid that monster into my mouth, causing him to inhale deeply. I buried my face into his pubes and held him in my mouth. I worked my tongue over, around and under Big Davis. Blissfully I could both taste and smell his scent – a combination of manliness and cleanliness. I pulled back enough to taste his wonder leaking liquid at his head before slowly going down on him again with all the pressure my mouth could muster. Once at the base, I looked up, through his pubes. As he inhaled, all I could see was his black trail. Once he exhaled, I could see his face. He was enjoying this. Pulling off with a wet slurp, I stood up whipping my mouth.

“This OK?” I asked.

“As if you have to ask!”

“Good.” I grabbed him, turned him around and pushed him down on the bed. He fell with a surprised bounce as I dropped to my knees. I Pushed his legs onto his chest.

“What are you goingt…”

Before he could finish that sentence, I locked my mouth onto his pink, hair surrounded hole.

“Fuuucckkkk…” he growled. I ren my tongue around his quivering pucker. “What the Hell are you…” He stopped talking and breathing at I plunged my tongue through his sphincter. Eat ass is something I enjoy and for the next fifteen to twenty minutes, I had my dessert. His big body flawed and twisted and contorted like a fish out of water. He moaned. He groaned. He screamed and he cried. Once his hairy nuts pulled away from my forehead, I knew he was close, and I had to stop. Which was fine as my own aching dick had coughed up enough precum to impregnant dozen of women. Fortunately, it had all drained onto the carpet.

I stood up, my legsweakand looked down at him. There was this sexy, big black man, on my bed, legs plastered to his chest, his hairy ass out for me to see, in such a vulnerable position…I couldn’t believe my luck.

“Well, are you going to fuck me or what?” I heard him ask.

“Is that what you want, Mr. Davis?”

“My god yes. All night long I’ve wanted it. I wanted it on the drive over here!”

I reached into the stand and grabbed a rubber and some lube. He gulped as I slathered the cool liquid on his wet and not hot hole. Using my own lube, I smeared it down my dick and rolled on the sheath.Davis was watching me and when he saw I was ready, he pulled his legs back up to his chest. Placing my head against his hole, I pushed slightly.

“I need you Ben. So bad” he said. With that I sank all of me into him, my balls coming to rest on his ass. He made a godawful noise as I landed my entire body up against him. His big brown eyes rolled back up into his head as he dropped it on the mattress. His legs started shaking as I repositioned myself while still inside him. He leaned up and wrapped both of his strong hands around the back of my head.

“Give it to me” he hissed. And I did. Not violently, but with enough force to cause his body to tense up. pull out, only leaving the head in, give him two to three gently, short thrusts, then plow back into him. I kept the rhythm inside him different so he wouldn’t be able to anticipate me. His hole, initially tight, become loose. When he sensed this, he tightened up, clamping his chute against my pole.

“Mr. Davis is tight!” I said as I had to add more momentum to overcome his resistance.

“Baby likes it tight, yeah?” he said between breaths.

“Baby like your ass no matter what!”

Placing my hands on his chest, I tried to steady myself and work off my upcoming release, but it was no use. Before I knew it, I’d picked up the pace in both thrusts and breathing and unloaded my load into the condom. With each shot I roared and slammed into him. If I weren’t sheathed, I swear I would have coated his lungs with my juice. I shot six or seven times before my legs turned to jelly and I had to pull out of him before I fell out of him. I stood up and braced myself on the wall; it’s coldness sending chills up my slightly sweaty back.

Slowly his legs came down when I noticed he hadn’t closed the deal. And while I’d normally jack the other guy off, I knew I couldn’t let the ebony third leg of his go to waste tonight. Without even removing the rubber, and before he could look up, I pretty much jumped on top of him, placed his raw cock up against my hole and sat down on it.

Its thicknessfelt like it ripped me in half. The heat, the pain…I didn’t care. I wanted this man inside me more than anything right now – more than the air his thick meat pushed out of my lungs. David howled as my hole, which had been celibate for over a year, gripped him. I rose up, the pain immense, sucked in some air, and dropped back down onto him. The pain, a bit less this time, was still there though I hadn’t yet figured out how to do this without having the wind knocked out of me. No matter. I’d survive. Again. Less pain, more pleasure this time. Again. Again. Again. My hole begged for more.

I dropped onto him again and stopped. I looked down at him. “So, now what?” I asked as I placed my hand on his sweaty pec.

“I’m going to destroy that ass of yours” he said.

“Bring it!” I demanded. And he did. My holy GOD he did. I’ve bottom for some good tops, but this man…. I’ve never seen anything like it before personally. He pumped into me with the force of three men, all without ever loosing eye contact with me. I rose up slightly to give him more leverage and me a break, but he wasn’t havening any of it. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me back down, my ass meeting his hairy, now wet pubic hair with such force it echoed off the walls. I was finding out what the term ‘fucked silly’ really meant. All the while, my dick, now hard again, smacked against his stomach and chest (depending on how hare he slammed into me). Looked down, I saw this white cock of mine, covered in a white rubber, filled with white cum, slapping that black beaty underneath me. I had to ‘free the beast’.

Being rammed so hard, it was difficult to grab my bouncing cock, but once Idid,I pulled of the rubber, my cum spilling onto his sweaty chest. That’s all it took. He grimaced and slammed into me so hard it almost knocked me over top of him. I felt a blast of hot liquid hit my inside. Then another slam and another blast. Then another. By the fourth slam that’s all my prostate could take and I shot my second load onto his chest. In my thirty three years, not counting my teenage days, this is only the third time I’ve dumped twoloadsin such rapid succession.

As things calmed down, and my two loads – one thinner and one thicker in viscosity – pooled and ran down his pecs, our breathing and reality started to return to normal. Not wanting to, but knowing I had to, I detached myself from his impalement, crashing to the bed next to him, spilling his seed out of my hole the entire time.

We laid there in silence for a few minutes.

“My god. I don’t know what to say” he said, catching his breath. “That was beyond perfection!”

“Amen to that!”

“You always nut twice?”

“That’s only the third time in my life” I admitted. “It only happens when it’s really, really, outstandingly good!”

“Is that a compliment?” he asked. I laughed.

“You could say that!”

“Maybe we should, shower?” he asked.

“Can I join you?” I asked.

“Only if you can go for round two!”

I got up and, with Davis seed running down my inner thigh, I walked into the bathroom. “Well? You coming or what?” I asked.

I started the water and stepped in. Davis stepped in moments later, that thick piece still hard and ready for more. And so was I.