The Coffee Shop Mix-Up

Andrew rubbed at his eyes, then drained the last of his latte. He glanced back at the clock. It still wasn't even one. He gazed back down at his unread emails and his eyes began to droop, despite the caffeine.

Working from home had its perks (being able to work from the downstairs coffee shop was one of them), but it was tedious. At least the office had held endless distractions and noise and gossip. He stretched out his long, pale limbs, pushed his bangs aside, and went back to it.

He had always had features that leaned a bit... ambiguous, if you wanted to be generous. He was petite, and he kept his hair in what could be confused for a pixie cut. He liked to wear baggy shirts and tight jeans that showed off a bountiful ass. He was pale. His eyes were wide, with long lashes, innocent and youthful.

He had never been mistaken for a particularly feminine woman but, from a brief glance, mistakes were not uncommon. Most men realized their mistake before the first pick-up line was out of their mouth, and they would scurry away in embarrassment. More than a few had realized their mistake and only gotten harder, though.

He slipped his headphones onto his ears and bundled deeper into his hoodie for a long meeting. He had barely put them on when a stranger suddenly collapsed into the seat beside him with a deafening sigh.

A man the size of a truck, with a wild beard like a lumberjack, was sitting at his table and giving him a cocky grin. He was wearing jeans and flannel that reeked of sweat and earth, and he had the neon orange vest of a construction worker over top. He towered over Andrew, even seated.

"Ignoring me already?" he asked in a low, rumbling voice, gesturing to the headphones.

Andrew smiled, to be polite, then pointed at his screen. The stranger's eyes didn't leave his, though.

"Meeting," Andrew whispered.

"But you're meeting me," the man said. "And I'm much more interesting," he added, leaning in to whisper.

Andrew glanced at his screen. Over a hundred forty people were in the conference call now. It wasn't likely to be important, but this man didn't need to know that.

"Samuel," the man said, offering a hairy slab of a palm.

"Andy," he said, giving a delicate, pale hand in return.

"Andy," the man growled. "I like it. That's a really pretty name." Andy smiled and looked back to his screen. "You're real pretty," the man added.

Andrew grit his teeth. Men didn't like to be told that he was a man. He had found that out the hard way. Confusion leads to disbelief, then outrage, then insistence that they weren't flirting with him. The more aggressive a man was in his flirting, the more delicate his pride, he thought.

Andrew smiled politely again. "Thank you," he said, and he turned back to his work.

The man's hand stroked the length of Andrew's knee.

Andrew felt his breath leave his body. The man's warm touch was melting his brain like butter. He could feel the rough callouses of the man's hand even through his jeans. It was as hairy as an animal's, he thought. Blood rushed into a cock as small and delicate as the rest of him was.

Andrew felt them warmth of a blush as it bloomed up his neck. The man saw it, and saw nothing but victory in it.

"You know, I've seen you here before," Samuel went on.

"Mm," Andrew replied, his eyes now locked tightly on his laptop.

"And you paid me just as little attention. I thought to myself, what could this sweet little thing being working so hard on?" Samuel said. "I just had to come find out."

Andrew turned, despite himself. The man had his elbows on the table. His forearms were thicker than Andrew's thighs, and the hair that ran down them was as thick as carpet. Tangles of chest hair spilled out from the flannel's collar, barely visible beneath the man's thick beard. He wonder no undershirt. He had the heavy musk of old sweat and, he could think of no other word for it -manliness.

"I'm a big old bear, aren't I?" the man said.

Andrew jumped. He had been starring. Now the man certainly wasn't going to leave him alone. Things had gone much too far.

"You are indeed," Andrew added. "And this was fun, but I was about to take my meeting somewhere quieter."

Andrew smiled politely, then moved to stand. As he turned, he hit the side of his empty cup. It teetered dangerously and he moved to steady it. As he reached out, the napkin beside it slipped off the table. He snatched for it in the air, but only succeeding in blowing it further away.

Andrew scampered quickly after it, chasing it two tables away. He bent quickly at the waist to pull it from the floor. Only as his fingers brushed the ground did he realized he was presenting his ass directly back at the stranger.

He was blushing all the way up to his eyes by the time he sat back down. For once, Samuel seemed beyond words, too. Andrew logged out of his email and shut down the laptop. He was slipping it into his bag when the man's hand grabbed him by the wrist. Or, he tried to, at least. The beast's hand nearly wrapped around his entire forearm.

"Want to taste a real man?" Samuel asked, leaning close.

How is *that* line working on me, Andrew wondered. Then he nodded twice.

Samuel rose and walked toward the bathroom without looking back.

"Fuck," was the only thing Andrew's mind could think of as he followed a few paces behind, taking four steps for every one of Samuel's. He knew some part of this plan was unreasonable, but it was too hard to think of anything but the scent of Samuel now.

Andrew pushed the door closed behind him and twisted the lock. The man had already undone his fly. His cock bobbed stiffly in the air. Andrew's mouth sank open. It was as unnaturally large and thick with hair as the rest of this animal. It really was like fucking a bear. Andrew sank to his knees, and Samuel fed it to him.

"You're so fucking cute," the man purred.

His hands gripped Andrew's head delicately, like he was holding a baby bird. He let Andrew take control. The head alone nearly filled Andrew's mouth. His jaw hurt just getting it inside. Andrew watched the hairy length of the shaft disappearing between his soft, pale lips. The man's hands gripped the walls, he was holding himself still only by their tense strength.

"Look at me with those beautiful eyes," Samuel said.

Andrew batted his lashes and looked upward into the man's face. Samuel leaned his head back and grunted. Andrew's pretty lips began to work faster.

He could feel the man getting harder. Somehow, that still wasn't his full size.

"Lick my sack," Samuel barked. He pulled his cock away with one hand, and pulled Andrew's face closer with the other.

Andrew's tongue stroked them gently. His fingers crawled up under the man's shirt, feeling the thick padding of fat over hard muscle, and the dense tangle of fur inside. He lapped at the man's balls wildly, like a dog.

"I'm going to cum on that pretty little face of yours," he growled. "You're going to be my little fuck toy, aren't you?"

Andrew nodded and opened a wet and eager mouth, and let his tongue hang out of it. Samuel stuffed his cock back down it. Andrew choked as it hit the back of his throat. It was too big to fit any further. Andrew gagged and batted his lashes again, looking back at Samuel with watery eyes. The man grew stiffer as the boy's throat muscles squeezed him tight.

Andrew's hands gripped around the man's cock. Even with two hands, and taking as much as he could into his mouth, there still would have been room for another hand. Andrew held the man firmly and began to work his lips up and down the head faster. Drool spilled out of his lips and ran down his chin as he worked.

Before he could stop him, the man's massive hand shot out, groping Andrew's chest. With his other hand, the man pulled himself out. With two final tugs, streams of cum jetted out across Andrew face, blinding him. Two more squirts struck him in the lips with enough force to sting. Two more spurts hit him in the cheek and quickly ran down his neck. Andrew's mouth was forced open as the man fed his cock back inside. The man sprayed and sprayed against Andrew's tongue until it spilled out of his lips. Andrew leaned back against the door of the bathroom and let the man paw at his chest until he was finished tugging.

It took half a dozen tries for Andrew to swallow it all. Even then, his face was so thoroughly soaked, it seemed frozen stiff. It felt like he had dipped his head in paste. He waited for the man to recover himself enough to towel Andrew off, and it wasn't a short wait.

It took even longer before Andrew could pry his eyes open again. He could feel thick globs of cum sticking to the lashes. They would have to be picked out carefully later. Samuel ran a wet paper towel down Andrew's neck, scrubbing off what he could. The clothes were going to need a thorough wash, for sure.

"So beautiful," Samuel purred. "And I've made such a mess of you."

Andrew grinned, despite it all. He had worn a black thong to keep the lines of his skinny jeans tight, and he could feel he'd made a mess of them with all the pre-cum that had oozed out of his cock. He was going to need a thorough shower soon, he could tell.

"Was my mouth warm and wet enough for you?" Andrew asked.

Samuel chuckled. "My little fuck toy," he said, and he brushed Andrew's bangs out of his eyes. "I can't wait to feel the rest of you," he said. His hand squeezed Andrew's plump ass, and Andrew felt his cock jumping wildly in response. The man didn't even notice.

"God, I could fuck you right here..." Samuel said. "I'd fill you so full of cum you'll be dripping me for weeks. I would breed you good."

Andrew stroked the man's thigh. Surely, it was a bluff.

"That was nothing," he said, nodding to the pile of ruined towels. "I'll pump gallons into that tight body of yours." Samuel's thumb stroked at Andrew's asshole through the jeans, making him tremble. "I'll split that little body of yours in half with this cock. You'll beg for me to ruin you. You'll have my seed leaking out of every last hole in your body."

Andrew nodded. He couldn't help it. He was ready ready to beg.

"I have a place upstairs," he said quickly. "But we have to leave the lights off."

Samuel nodded quickly. "We can start anyway you need, girl."

"And," Andrew pressed on, his mind racing quickly, "you have to promise me something."

"Anything," Samuel moaned, his hands stroking Andy's chest again.

"You have to fuck me in the ass."