Sex and Coffee, a Seattle story. (Ash Durn & J Jester ) [nsfw]

The door slowly swung open. It's welcoming glass being pushed with some small amount of nervous force. One foot at a time, Marty walking into Yellow Brick road coffee, doing his best to put on a smile and look confident. He paused upon his entrance, scooting himself out of the door way to take a second to survey his surroundings. His deep brown eyes slowly skimmed the area, taking in the people and eviornment, attempting to see every small detail. He brushed his dark brown bangs from his eyes for a moment, attempting to get a better look. His hair was feather like and fairly short except for in the front, which normally fell covering an eye, which did well to show the few, small studs he had in each ear. His face, in both expression and form was soft, his eyes large and lips smooth.

His hand rested nervously on his hip, which was covered with women's slim fit jeans which tightly clung to the form of his body, especially around his thighs. A light red sweater, which hugged his thin, yet surprisingly curvy torso, covered a white button up, which could be seen only at the end of each sleeve and the collar poking through to greet the world. He knew the coffee place had a relaxed wardrobe, so he did his best to look both relaxed yet ready to work on his first day. Despite his attire, his heart beat hard with the same few frantic beats as it had done walking into classes in high school.

"Building character..." he half mumbled to himself, remembering what his father had said when he learned of the position here. It was true, perhaps there was no other working establishment where a person could become so worldly so quickly, but the idea certainly didn't help push him out of his shell, a shell he had been gripping to in the apartment his parents rented him out of high school so he could attend the nearby college. Finally, his eyes met the counter, where he would soon be standing behind instead of in front of, and traced along it's horizon for someone, anyone, he could talk to. There was only one person in his sight, a sight which made him choke up slightly. The man was intimidating, not because of his muscles or almost punk look, but because everything about him screamed cool confidence.

Marty had been openly gay now for some time after a rather surprising night with a few friends, and was not ashamed to wear woman's clothes or even some make up for special occasions, even his parents happily supported him, but the person behind the counter owned everything about themselves, every aspect and detail seemed to be placed on them with the confident paint brush of a master artist. He tried to approach, each foot step dragging heavily with the weight of some anxiety. His eyes only glanced up, and remained more at hip level. Finally, after what seemed like an age, he was at the counter, he glanced up for a moment, showing a shy, yet sincere smile.

"H-hi!" he said with a mixture of excitement and worry, his hands nearly clasped behind his back, "I'm the uh..the new employee," he glanced again, another smile, "my name is Marty," he paused, not sure what to say at this point, in fact, he was so focused on the man that he barely noticed the busty woman to his side, and only now realized that he could have just invited himself into a conversation. He blushed slightly, his attempts to maintain eye contact amounting in the occasional glance and corresponding smile.

As soon as Marty entered the coffee shop. Taylor started sniffing. Smelling something delicious. Something that was making his cock start to tent his skirt. The lesbian had noticed, and got a little giggly abut it. This was not the sort of place where arousal was hidden. Taylor knew he was starting to get fucking horny, but it wasn't until Marty opened his mouth that the Teen bothered to look at what was doing it. He was a teenage boy. Everything made him horny. Still as he looked at Marty he was a little slack jawed at first. Fucking adorable. Taylor wanted to wreck martys world. Everything about Marty just touched Taylor in all the right ways, especially that fucking smell.

"First things first" with a hint of a lisp. "Loose the fucking hoodie... You can where it here, and change in the bathroom, but, were supposed to be sexy in here. and there is nothing sexy about a fucking hoodie . Show a little bit of skin. Secound.. are you some sort of cunt boy, or relay fucking small.. what sort of underwear are you in.. your wearing woman's slacks, I should see at least a little bit of bulge down there Unless your trying to be a girl, then, talk to liz over here, she an expert on all things cunt. " Taylors mouth was a little bit open and he ran his tongue over his upper teeth looking the boy in front of him up and down a little bit more. "If your a girl, trying to be a boy, where your strap on to work to give a little bit of a thrill.. we mostly get Rich gay guys, and trust fund bull dyke lesbians in here as customers... they want a certain amount of flair. "

Taylors cock was growing though, pressing the skirt out , the boots made it so that he was taller then the counter, and it was starting to push out over it. Looking down at the shorter boy, Taylor would be taller then him by a good bit even without the boots. Taylor then stuck out his tongue showing his toung piercing and reached out and put his fingers into martys mouth, grabbing the tongue and pulled it out inspecting it.

Between his glances Marty could only tell that a few things. One, his initial thoughts were right, this man oozed confidence, from his speech, his mannerisms, and his looks, and secondly, he deserved it, no part of Marty's brain could find a flaw between his few sights, he was hot, more than hot, stunning. Marty couldn't help to let one out after another whenever his eyes met any part of his body. Marty found himself struggling between paying attention to what he was saying instead of just taking in the sight and noises.

"Yeah...I'll change and...show skin," he said, his eyes squinted for a moment as they spotted something poking slightly over the counter, covered in a skirt. As he realized what he was possibly looking at he looked away casually, not trying to show his interest. His mouth began to salivate at the thought. He scratched his head embarrassed slightly at a few of his comments. "I have a...I'm not.." he tried replying, he was wearing a light pink pair of woman's panties, most men's underwear would never fit within the tight denim. He shuffled his legs a little bit, the sight and situation causing him to get more than a little excited, slowly his already tight jeans grew tighter as his cock pressed against the fabric, "flair is fine.." is voice was still quite.

The sudden force of the man pulling at Marty's tongue caught him but surprised. As his tongue slid past his silky lips a large, scarlet blush appeared on his face. He had no clue how to respond, and simply stared, awestruck and now incredibly, undeniably turned on. A well defined bulge appeared in his pants, and the drool from his previous day dreams of what was poking over the counter pooled slightly out over the corners of his mouth. His eyes looked up with some curious longing towards his tongues captor, while a confused yet pleases exhale made it's way from his mouth.

His legs shuffled a little more, "Wha arel you..." the words couldn't make the way from his mouth, both because the lack of his tongue and the blankness running through his mind. He suddenly realized his tongue wasn't pierced, his blush intensified, "I cah...I cah..." still the words were stuck, his eyes still looking up at him, his hands clasped infront of his thighs, and he waited to hear what his fate would be.

Taylor grinned a little bit. "Good. All the guys here should have pierced tounges. As Chris rock says.. A guy with a pierced toung will suck your dick. You want the patrons to think your willing to suck there cock, even if your a top. Now... get off to the bathroom and get out of that stupid hoodie. Get back here soon and Ill teach you how to make a half decent cup of coffee..." Taylor then turned. Looking at the lesbian. "Seriously, I just don't get it.. how can you look at something that cute and not just get hard?"

Liz giggled a little bit "Well first of all girls get wet not hard" Taylor Shivered and gagged at that. "Don't remind me ... girls are disgusting: Liz giggled again "You came out of one you know..." Taylor said "Shut your whore mouth" Looking like he was about to be sick. But that giggled and started to clean a little bit of the counter. Realizing that he was now firmly hard. He decided to turn his head and check out Martys Ass. Taylor then decided to put on his name tag. He almost never put it on. Most people around here were regulars. And there was low turn over rate. But when Training he liked to have it on, he especialy liked that it read...

Taylor
Ass Manager

He looked down as well, rolling his eyes his foot long cock was tenting his skirt to the point that it was showing off his purple panties. The panties doing little more then to cup his balls. He was a little embarrassed to be that hard frm that boy. But fuck.. that smell. Thouse pouty lips. those innocent little eyes. For the most part in sex partners Taylor liked big strong bears, some one that could be rough and commanding. He wasn't exactly imagining that sort of thing with Marty.. instead he was thinking about waking up in the morning with the cute little thing bringing breakfast in bed, snuggling up. Walking down the street holding hands. Fuck Taylor was a fag.. but this was just getting embarrassing for the punk kid.

"Right...I'll be right back," Marty said, the words barely fluttering from his lips as he looked over at Liz, then back to Taylor, getting one last look at Taylor's barely covered cock before making his way to the bathroom, thinking he could make out the faint color purple. He sighed heavily as the wooden door closed behind him, taking a moment to lean over the sink. His legs still shifting, trying to work his own cock into a comfortable position, it throbbed slightly, bound on all sides by tight denim and the soft fabric of his underwear, he wished it was as free and loose as Taylor's.

He took off his hoodie and looked in the mirror, looking over the tight, woman's button up he was wearing. It was form fitting, showing the outlines of his more feminine body very clearly, but the word bounced around in his head, "Skin...", it didn't show skin. Marty looked away from the mirror as he unbuttoned the shirt, one by one unlocking the cage which hid the skin Taylor had requested. Underneath he wore a tight, spaghetti strapped shirt which ended just above his belly button. Pink and white horizontal lines gave him the appearance of a chest just bellow the generous neckline. His arms were exposed from the shoulder to his well manicured nails, and his entire neck was unprotected. He had worn it beneath all his clothing in case he went out later, if he had met with friends, never did he imagine he would show it for work, but there he was, looking in the mirror, his button up and sweater off, now only the spaghetti strap and jeans remained, along with plenty of exposed skin, hopefully enough.

He took a moment to fix up his hair, messing up the bangs a bit, and stuck out his tongue, imagining what it will soon be like with a new piercing. Marty wasn't sure if Chris Rock ever actually said that, but piercing or no, the drool which still pooled slightly in his mouth was a tell of how far his mind wandered, he certainly wouldn't object to Taylor's cock. He realized how large it would have to be to poke over the counter as it did, which only made the necessity to shuffle his legs increase.

He composed himself slightly, and left the bathroom, carrying his button up and hoodie over his for forearm, he walked up to Taylor. He gave a slight shiver, his exposed neck and arms now exposed to the cooler air, but he tried to maintain enough confidence. He walked up to the counter, noticing now what Taylor's name tag said, he gave a slight chuckle. He rested his hand on one of his hips, doing his best to strike a subtle pose, yet still Taylor's gaze made him blush. "I hope this is enough skin," he said, his nerves barely hidden behind a calmer demeanor, "...at...at least for now," he added, waiting for a remark.

"It should be, but try and show a little bit more of your midriff in the future. At least your belly button" Taylor said, looking the boy over. Fuck he was hard thinking about this cute little thing. He was going to have to go for a walk in the park after this, and hope that there were some horny damn guys that were cruising. "Alright, get over here. The first thing you have to know about coffee is that there are two basic types of bean. Arabica, and Robusta , Arabaica is more flavorful, Robusta has much more of a kick to it. Beyond that you have different regions, and different roasts. We roast our Robusta to a tan. This makes it a bit less bitter, and it has far more caffeine in it , Arabica we have a Tan, City, and Vienna, any one that wants a french roast doesn't actually like coffee. Now, lets make you a capachino. First were going to take about 15 of the Robusta Tan beans" Going over to a dispenser with a little metal cup, and getting about 15 beans in it. "No need to be EXACT at this point. Then we Add about 25 beans of the Arabica City roast. " getting thouse in the metal cup. "We then take it to the Burr grinder..." poring the cup into it, and grabbing a two porta filters. "These are porta filter. Always make sure they are clean, before, and after you are finished using them. " Whiping them with a dry towel. Then using the grinder to fill them with coffee. "Fill them to the top, but your also going to tap. " Taking them to a press, he put both in there and pulled a lever making the coffee nice and tight in the bottem of the porta filter. "Then we dust.." grabbing a salt shaker. "This is half ground surger half salt. The ground surgar looks like its powdered sugar, but powdered sugar contains corn starch, we grind our own surgar down. Dont use too much, its not to salt or sweeten the drink, its just to help the brewing process... We then come over here" Sliding the porta filters into the espreco machine, and he put a large brimmed cup under it. pressing a button. "We can get into brewing theory later.. just press the button and it will do most of the work for you... Now.." moving again he took a steal picture to an old fashioned milk machine. "We have Skim, and Whole, for anything else, we mix, for soy or other stuff, you go to the fridge... get about four ounces of milk in there... see there are lines in the picture so you know how much milk you have, and then.. " moving back to the coffee machine "Capachino is very, very foamy, so turn most of the milk into foam using the steamer, and then..." He grabed the glass, and pored the picture in with a little bit of a flourish, grabed a metal rod, and within a few moments of maneuvering had drawn a cumming dick on the surface of the drink. "Wallla, go ahead and try it.." handing Marty the cup. "Any questions, or do you think your ready to try pulling your own cup?" Taylor said with a smile, wondering just how bad marty was going to fuck it up. Personaly hoping for something that involved Marty injuring himself. Not only because Taylor thought it would be funny, but also wanted to kiss it to try and make it feel better.

Marty looked on, awestruck at the swiftness Taylor made the drink. Not only was it fast, but Taylor's outfit and looks were more than distracting for Marty, who was now much closer and no longer separated by the counter. He found himself enjoying the movement of Taylor's legs as he moved from one place to another, creating the concoction with what seemed like a well honed talent. He chuckled slightly at his drawn picture and took a sip, drinking in some of the foam made cum and part of the tip. It was delicious, better than he could imagine.

He put down the cup, looking around with some anxiety, he had no clue what he was doing despite just getting the tutorial. He glanced at the machines, then the coffee, then Taylor, then back to the machines. His large brown eyes darted from on thing to the next in an almost dizzying display. Finally he swallowed, a small gulp being heard from his neck as he began, placing his own beverage down on the counter.

He moved cautiously from one place to the next, creating his very own cup, trying his best to remember what it just was Taylor had showed him. For the first few steps he, proudly, seemed to be doing well, even remembering to wipe down the porta filter. However, the actual machine, with its steam and noise, is what put Marty on edge. Carefully he began to brew, waiting anxiously for the cup to get to the very top. Just as it had finished, Marty grabbed the cup, breathing a sigh of relief. As he pulled the cup away, a few drops of scolding liquid hit his hand. Marty's eyes tightened, resisting the knee jerk reaction to wave his hand, which would have sent coffee flying everywhere.

His eyes were held just, his body locked up, he was nearly standinging on his toes, "That was really hot," he said, his face blushing as he held back the scream which was occuring in the back of his head, "I should have waited for it to finish completely," after a moment he put down the cup, knowing he still had to finish his work, and took a moment to wave his gentle hand back and forth with a calm yet appearent force, hoping the cool air would help sooth the sting of the coffee's burn.

Taylor bit his lip a little bit Watching Marty work , Damn that ass. "Not bad.. and yeah you have to get used to that quickly, and you will. Your going to burn your hand when yu make coffee around here.. and it takes a long time to get good with foam art" He said with a little bit of a smile, then Took the cup out of the hand, reaching for Martys hand, he brught it up and kissed the hand where it looked like the biggest red bit was. The metal ring in his lips cooling a little bit. Taylor smilled a little bit more. And twisted his hip, bumping Martys Ass with his own. Before taking a sip of the coffee. "Not terrible..." He said, thinking abut the cup a little bit, looking at it. "You need to poor a little slower, so that the foam mixes, but not too much, your supposed to sip the coffee through the milk foam and get a little bit of each. He sat the mug down and reached over giving Marty a hard slap on the ass. The poored out the drink.

"Ok shoes. You need comfortable shoes, but with that Ass... I think you should get something with slants, as much as you think you can handle without killing you. Its a great Ass but slants will really make it pop you know. People can get caffine anywhere. We sell perfection, and Sex... though, not often actualy fucking a customer.. but If you want to give your phone number to a customer checking you out.. you certainly can. " Taylor was biting his lip a little bit more. His cock still rock hard tenting up the skirt. He then shoed ?Marty how to make other drinks, and where the cheat sheat was, before going to the register. The woman handeling any customers that came in as Marty was in training. Until...

A tall blonde that looked just a little older then Taylor came in, and demanded that Taylor make his drink. Taylor gave a look. "Ohh.. its Kyle..." The blonde rolled his eyes. "Kevin, you know my name..." Taylor said "usual?" Kevin said yeah. and Taylor spit in a cup, and started to make a cup of brewed coffee, and spit in it again. KEvin was looking like he as getting pissed. and Taylor passed him the cum. "On the house... take care the door dosn't hit your ass on the way out..." sounding.. pleasent abut it. Then gave him a look that said that Taylor was barely holding his rage in. Kevin left without the coffe, and Taylor let out a grunt, and gave the lesbian a look. "the fucking nerv..."