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The Barista

Chapter 1 – The Barista

Jimmy worked the morning shift at Bean Haven, a trendy little coffee shop in the heart of the city’s gay district. He was 18, soft-spoken, skinny, and smooth. Most customers saw him as just a quiet, polite kid. No one knew the truth: that every night he locked himself in his tiny studio apartment, edged for hours to the most depraved BNWO porn, and fucked his hole with increasingly large toys while whispering filthy things to himself.

He was painfully closeted and terrified of anyone finding out what a pathetic little white bitch he really was.

That changed the day Marcus started coming in.

Marcus was impossible to miss. Mid-40s, tall, powerfully built, and clearly ex-military, with rich dark skin and a deep, commanding voice that made Jimmy’s stomach flutter every single time he spoke. He was everything Jimmy wasn’t — strong, confident, and imposing. At only 5’2”, pale, skinny, and soft, Jimmy felt tiny and weak next to him.

For two weeks straight, Marcus came in every day. He always lingered at the counter, making small talk while his dark eyes slowly roamed over Jimmy’s body. It was obvious he was checking him out.

One slow afternoon, Marcus leaned on the counter while Jimmy made his usual latte.

“You know,” Marcus said with a slow smile, “you’ve got the prettiest eyes I’ve seen in this city. You ever let anyone take you out, Jimmy?”

Jimmy’s face instantly burned red. His hands shook as he handed over the cup.

“I… don’t date customers,” he mumbled. “Especially not… a guy.”

Marcus chuckled, low and warm. “First time for everything, pretty boy. Let me take you out this Friday. Nice gay bar downtown. Just drinks. No pressure.”

Jimmy’s heart hammered. Part of him wanted to run. The bigger part, the desperate, gooning, repressed part, made him nod before he could stop himself.

“…Okay. Yes.”

Marcus’s face lit up with a huge smile. “Good boy.”

Friday night came fast.

Jimmy was a nervous wreck when Marcus picked him up. He wore his nicest jeans and a simple button-up, trying to look nice. Marcus looked incredible in a tight black shirt that showed off his muscular chest.

The gay bar was loud, crowded, and overwhelming. Jimmy had never been somewhere so openly sexual. Men were kissing, grinding, laughing. He felt completely out of place… and so turned on.

Marcus ordered them drinks. A Lychee Martini for Jimmy and a whiskey on the rocks for him. Jimmy wasn't much of a drinker. His drink was sweet and went down so easy. By his third one he was drunk, giggly, flushed, and loose.

When a slow song started playing, Marcus pulled him onto the dance floor, hands around Jimmy's waist, and leaned in. The kiss was deep, Marcus's tongue sliding into Jimmy's mouth. Jimmy moaned softly as the older man's big hand slid down and openly groped his ass in the middle of the dance floor, squeezing hard.

“Fuck… you’ve got a nice little ass,” Marcus whispered in his ear.

Jimmy was rock hard and a little dizzy. He’d never been touched like this by anyone.

After a few more drinks Marcus leaned down and said, "Come back to my place." Jimmy's heart jumped. "Okay," he said softly, almost before he'd decided. He knew he should probably think about it but he didn’t. He grabbed his jacket and followed Marcus out the door.

When they got back to Marcus’s apartment, Jimmy was too drunk and horny to think straight.

Marcus sat back on the couch, legs spread wide, his thick Black cock standing heavy and throbbing in front of Jimmy’s face. It looked enormous up close, thick veins running along the shaft, the fat mushroom head already leaking precum.

Jimmy’s small, soft hand trembled as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the base. He could barely close them around the girth. His own little cock was rock hard and leaking in his pants from pure excitement.

He leaned forward nervously, heart pounding, and pressed his soft lips against the fat head. The taste was strong, salty, slightly musky, and overwhelmingly masculine. Jimmy opened his mouth wider and took the head inside, sucking gently at first, his tongue swirling awkwardly around it.

He was clumsy, inexperienced, but so fucking eager.

Thick strings of slobber immediately started dripping from the corners of his stretched lips as he bobbed his head, trying to take more. Wet, messy sounds filled the room as he slobbered all over the first few inches of Marcus’s cock.

“Mmmph…” Jimmy moaned around the thick shaft, the vibration making Marcus groan. His own little dick was throbbing painfully in his jeans. This was better than any fantasy, better than any toy he’d ever sucked on. The real heat, the real weight, the real taste — it made his head spin with dirty excitement.

Marcus chuckled softly and placed one big hand on the back of Jimmy’s head, guiding him gently but firmly.

“That’s it, baby… use your tongue more. Good boy.”

Jimmy obeyed, licking sloppily along the underside while bobbing faster, taking another inch into his warm, wet mouth. He was drooling heavily now, long strands of spit running down Marcus’s shaft and dripping onto his balls. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, moaning continuously like a needy little slut.

Marcus’s grip tightened in his hair.

“Fuck… you’re a natural little cocksucker, aren’t you?”

Jimmy whimpered in response and tried to take even more, gagging softly when the fat head bumped the back of his throat. His eyes watered, but he didn’t pull away. He kept sucking messily, slobbering everywhere, completely lost in the overwhelming thrill of finally sucking a real man’s cock.

Marcus eventually took full control.

He held Jimmy’s head with both hands and started fucking his face with slow, deep strokes, pushing a little deeper each time, using the boy’s warm, sloppy mouth. Jimmy’s eyes rolled back slightly as thick ropes of slobber poured down his chin and onto his shirt.

After a few intense minutes, Marcus groaned deeply and pulled out.

Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum erupted across Jimmy’s flushed face. The first shot landed across his lips, the second and third painting his cheeks and chin. Some even landed on his eyelashes. Jimmy panted heavily, eyes glazed with lust, his face a complete mess.

Marcus breathed heavily, looking down at the cum-covered boy with satisfaction.

“Never waste cum, Jimmy.”

He scooped a thick glob of his load off Jimmy’s cheek with two fingers and pushed them into the boy’s mouth. Jimmy obediently sucked them clean, moaning softly at the taste.

While Jimmy was still on his knees, dazed and tasting cum, his face completely painted with thick ropes of Marcus’s load, Marcus looked down at him with dark hunger.

“Stand up for a second, baby.”

Jimmy shakily got to his feet, legs weak. Marcus reached out and slowly unbuttoned Jimmy’s jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear in one smooth motion. Jimmy’s small, rock-hard cock sprang free, already leaking.

Marcus smiled as he wrapped one big hand around Jimmy’s tiny cock and stroked it slowly.

“Look at this pathetic little thing… already dripping for Daddy.”

He turned Jimmy around, bent him slightly forward, and slid a thick finger between his smooth cheeks and pushed inside without warning.

Jimmy gasped loudly. “Oh fuck…”

“It went in so easy. Been playing with this pretty little pussy, haven’t you?” Marcus murmured, working his finger in and out. “All those nights fucking yourself with toys while watching Black cock porn… I knew it.”

Jimmy moaned like a whore as Marcus expertly fingered him, curling his thick digit against his prostate. The sensation was overwhelming, along with the taste of cum still fresh in his mouth and his face covered in it.

Marcus added a second finger, stretching him open while continuing to stroke Jimmy’s small cock with his other hand. Jimmy’s knees were shaking. He was whimpering and pushing back desperately onto Marcus’s fingers.

It only took a minute.

Jimmy cried out pathetically as he came hard, his little cock spurting all over the floor.

Marcus didn’t let him rest even for a second. He scooped up every drop of Jimmy’s cum from the floor with two fingers and brought them to the boy’s lips.

“Open.”

Jimmy obediently sucked his own cum off Daddy’s fingers, moaning softly as he cleaned them.

“Good boy,” Marcus said softly, wiping the last streaks across Jimmy’s tongue. “Never waste cum. Not even your own pathetic load.”

Jimmy stood there, face covered in Marcus’s cum, ass still twitching around the two thick fingers still buried inside him. His mind was spinning.

He had no idea what he had just started.

He had no idea that this dominant Black Daddy had already decided exactly what Jimmy was going to become.