Welcome to Starcocks!

by TheFreezingBox

Just a visit to my favorite coffee shop Starcocks on an average day like any other.

I tentatively opened the glass door to my favorite coffee shop, just a few streets away from my college dorm. The bell attached to the door rang a few times before someone emerged from the rooms behind the counter.

“Hello! Welcome to Star—oh! Hey bro, here this early?” I heard him say as he spotted me.

The barista was a dude from my former high school class, Caleb. We had a certain kind of vibe going for most of school time but neither of us made an attempt at deepening the connection, so we just stayed on infrequent, friendly terms.

He was well above average height, around 6’1’’ or 6’2’’ feet if I had to guess, with a body that was once a muscular, jocky type—now that school PE was over, it lost a bit of muscle but still kept much of its bulky shape—and a pretty average face, like someone you would see on the street every now and then. He was good-looking and decently cute, but certainly not model-level. His contours were framed by black hair.

There was one extraordinary aspect about him, which was his monstrously huge dick that he swung about even back in high school.

He was the talk of the class, guys and girls alike were curious enough to try it, to less than favorable results due to his size. Even I dreamt a couple times about his cock.

With a pretty unsuccessful sex life, as far as I know, it’s good that he ended up here, at Starcocks.

I approached the counter as I eyed him up and down, or at least the portion of him I could see from here. “Oh hi! Yeah, I wanted to get out early today. You know, get my sleeping schedule back in check and whatnot.”

He had just put on his classic Starcocks apron, which was his only clothing, as is mandatory for Starcocks baristas. Something inside it and just behind the register was throbbing enough for me to notice. He flashed me a smile before fastening his apron. “Mhm, I get you bro, been there, done that. So now you need enough caffeine to get through the day?”

I nodded wordlessly, forgetting to look him in the eye.

Undeterred by my gazes, he picked up notes and a pencil from the counter. “So, what will it be today? The usual?”

I smiled back. “Nah, I’ll take it slow today and probably order something to eat as well.”

“All right, let me know when you have decided.”

I proceeded to make my way to a table in the corner of the establishment, right next to the end of the counter. It had a great view of what goes on behind it. I fleetingly greeted a few other customers with a gesture, ranging from male teenagers to other male college students.

As I sat down, I saw a new customer come in.

“Hello, welcome to Starcocks!” I heard Caleb say.

The man hastily replied, “Uh, hi! I’d like to get a medium classic with—ummm—extra cream.”

“Coming right up.” Caleb immediately got to work.

I peeked up from behind my menu card and saw him mix together the drink at a fast pace, before stepping back a bit and reaching under his apron.

It took him a fair amount of power to free his cock. The beast slapped onto the counter. I smirked. I could never get tired of seeing it.

Besides its insane length it was also really girthy and stocked with thick veins running across it, some bulging out the light skin of the cock. The especially thick head was covered almost all the way with foreskin, and the slit was already dribbling pre-cum onto the counter.

Caleb scratched his abundant black pubes with one hand and got the drink in position with the other. “No foreskin, right?”

The customer hastily looked up from his phone. “Uh, no, no foreskin.”

Caleb nodded before starting to stroke his appendage. It only took a couple of strokes before he grunted and a hefty amount of pre spurted out, as he made sure to pull his foreskin back so that his excessive pre wouldn’t mix with his moist foreskin. That would be a different menu item, after all.

His hearty spurts mostly hit the cup’s inside, plenty hitting the counter and the cup itself.

The order was “extra cream”, though, so he stroked again, which earned him another grunt and a few tablespoons of pre in one shot, hitting the cup in roughly the same pattern as before. I could see his pre filling the 400ml cup all the way to the top.

He let go of his cock, grabbed a towel and the lid of the cup, cleaned the cup and sealed it before handing it over the counter top, his cock getting dragged into the leftover pre on the counter, smearing it all over.

“Here you go, sir! Your order.”

The man grabbed his drink, paid, and quickly left the store. I could see Caleb’s beast throbbing even more. It wanted more action.

He sighed contently as he rubbed his hands off of his apron, playfully letting his cock throb up and down, making wet sounds as it lazily hit the counter over and over.

I smirked. Oh, the items I’ll be ordering today!

A customer a few tables next to me raised his hand. It was a student from the Engineering department at my college, as far as I knew. “Excuse me! I’d like to order more cream.”

“Right away!” Caleb stepped away from the counter, letting his massive cock droop down where it smacked his hairy thighs loudly before he made his way to the table. I spotted that he was wearing black socks, but still nothing else apart from the apron.

With great effort he picked his cock up with one hand and had the other hand behind his back in a courtesy manner. He gave it a couple strokes and aimed his massive cockhead at the sandwich of the student, before releasing another hefty spurt of precum right onto it.

This time his grunt was louder, meaning it was more cream than he anticipated. The spurt didn’t stop and with a playful throb his cock drenched the sandwich and the rest of the plate, as well as the area around it.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Of course that’ll be on the house.” Caleb looked flustered. The student gestured mildly and said it was all right.

Caleb didn’t have more time to apologize as a group of teenagers entered the store. He hastily handed the student a box of tissues before strutting back to the register.

“Welcome to Starcocks! What can I get for you today?” He grabbed his notes and pencil again.

The first teenager stepped forward. “Hi, uh, I’ll take the Sweat Sandwich please. And—” He turned around to confirm something with his friend. “—another Sweat Sandwich. Bottom.”

Caleb looked up from his notepad.

“And yours?”

“Oh, right.” The first teenager’s face lit up. “I’ll take a middle one, please.”

“Anything else?”

Teenager 2 nudged Teenager 3, who was on his phone, distracted.

“Uuuuuh...” He looked up, quickly scanning the menu. “I’ll just have water.”

Before Teenager 4 could be nudged, he gestured that he didn’t want anything.

Caleb nodded and began preparing the sandwiches. Standard stuff: The bread, tomatoes, ham, eggs, cheese.

After slicing the bread, he grabbed one half and got into position. He spread his legs and relaxed his knees before bending forward, exposing his hairy asshole.

He proceeded to shove the bread into the crack, long side vertically, and slowly dragged it all the way from his tailbone over his taint to the start of his massive ballsack, really making sure that his curly asshair got onto the bread and into the bread pores, soaking it with his ass sweat and a few stray hairs as well.

He grunted as it became itchy. Starcocks Barista policy demanded him to always press the items as much into his skin as possible to absorb the most amount of sweat, but with items like bread it could slightly scrub his skin. What an exploit.

After he was done with one half, Caleb did the same thing with the other.

He proceeded to assemble the sandwich and wrapped it up, having the half he first used on the bottom, as that complements the taste more.

The next sandwich was a bottom order, so he got a stool that stood in the corner, sat on it and removed his socks, exposing his beefy feet that marinated in his socks for the day, being wrapped in sweat and musk for hours.

He wriggled his toes for a bit before grabbing another half of bread and slid it equally as slow and concise over his sweaty, moist soles. Same with the other side.

Before standing up, he put on his socks again. Walking around in a store barefoot would be incredibly unhygienic, considering the food.

Before Caleb finished the second sandwich, Teenager 2 hastily added: “Oh yeah, I’d like my ham with a bit of foreskin, please.”

Caleb stopped for a second, putting the second half of bread aside and grabbed his cock again.

This time he didn’t pull back the foreskin to make way for clear shots of pre, he just took his cockhead and smeared the covered head all over the contents of the sandwich, making it look moist.

After preparing the second sandwich and wrapping it up, he proceeds to fill a transparent cup with plain water.

He handed everything over. Teenager 1 paid as Teenager 2 collected everything ordered.

The group has already turned around as Teenager 3 changed his mind.

“I’m sorry, I’ll have some spit with this water.”

Caleb smiled as he took the cup back and opened the lid. “That’ll be 50 cents, then.”

“Should work.”

Teenager 3 fished in his pockets for change money as Caleb moved his lower jaw, clearly collecting enough spit in his mouth to be a portion.

He proceeded to propel his mouth muscles forward, spitting a huge clump of saliva straight into the cup, before continuing to seal it again and shaking it up, so the spit is distributed evenly.

“Here you go.” Caleb handed Teenager 3 his spit-water and took the money simultaneously. Teenager 3 nodded in appreciation, before walking through the door to his waiting friends.

Caleb fished out a bottle of water from behind the counter, opened it, and drank with big gulps. Starcocks employees need to stay hydrated at all times, after all. After that, he grabbed a clean tissue and cleaned his cockhead. Don’t want to get salmonella from touching all of that food.

It took a couple minutes before the next customers arrived, during which Caleb looked at me with questioning looks, seemingly asking if I had decided yet. I shook my head.

The doorbell rang yet again as a young looking femboy entered.

Caleb gave his usual greeting, but the femboy was too immersed in the menu to reciprocate it.

“My friends recommended this place... they said I should really try the Middle Variant Lollipop,” he said with an unsure look on his face.

Caleb smiled. “That’s a great one. It’s also not expensive at all.”

Despite not being convinced, the femboy agreed.

Caleb got to work. He picked a lollipop from a box on the shelf at the back of the counter. It was a big lollipop, resembling more of a candied apple than a regular lollipop. One of the more famous Starcocks products.

Instead of handing the lollipop over, Caleb unwrapped it, squatted slightly again before reaching behind himself and attempting to insert the big lollipop into his quivering, winking asshole, crowned with an almost opaque forest of ass hair.

He grunted a few times as he tried to push it in, the circumference of the lollipop being way too much for the tight ring.

After around 20 seconds he finally did it, and with a groan he inserted the lollipop as deep into his asshole as possible, until just an inch of the handle was left in the open to grab onto.

Caleb started swirling the lollipop around, to get as much ass juices on it as possible.

The femboy looked at him with a frown, less concerned with what’s going on and more a look of annoyance. “Is that really a safe procedure? I don’t want any shit on my lollipop!”

Caleb looked at the customer with an assuring yet arduous look, sweating dripping from his temple. “Don’t worry... we—hng!—are always clean enough for there to be no feces or the like. T-that would be—unnngh—severely unhygienic and also dangerous. If there happens to be some on this...”

With a loud groan, Caleb pulls the thick lollipop out of his ass and unceremoniously hands it over, with the same unchanging, confident look on his face. “...feel free to sue us.”

The femboy looked at him for a couple seconds, before reaching for his purse. “All right, you sold me.”

Caleb grinned. Another customer won over!

After paying, the femboy tentatively gave the wet looking lollipop a long lick.

He pondered a bit, analyzing the taste, before his face lit up.

“Wow, they weren’t kidding! This... this is amazing!”

Caleb grinned again. “Pleasure being of service.”

He proudly put his arms behind his back as the femboy exited the store, now licking at the lollipop with renewed vigor.

It was finally time for me. I raised my hand.

It took a few moments for his field of vision to notice my hand. He turned to me, smiled and came over. God, how I love seeing that massive cock sway behind his barely-covering apron. Those balls alone are big enough to make a clear imprint.

As I looked down on the menu again—to get the numbers right—I was able to smell his musk before I saw him stop in my perennial vision, next to my table.

“So, what will it be?”

I barely registered his question as I had trouble tearing my eyes away from his cock that could be compared to a third leg. It was mostly soft now but still hung to his knees. As if noticing my gaze, it throbbed slightly, gaining an inch or two in size immediately.

“I’ll have the... Wet Waffles, a simple toast with cheese, Top Variant. Oh, and a large cookie and a coffee as well.”

He smiled down at me. “Coming right up.”

As he turned around, I had something more to add. “Oh, and Caleb?”

“Yes?” He turned to me again. His cock swung around like a meat club due to the vehemence of the turn. I could swear I saw droplets of sweat and cum fly onto the floor and my table.

“Would you be so friendly as to prepare my food here?” I pointed to the end of the counter I was sitting at, around two feet away from my table.

He shifted slightly, not having expected this kind of request. “Sure... that should be possible.”

“Great.”

In no time Caleb brought all of the ingredients and items over to my end of the counter. My heart was pumping in excitement.

He poured the waffle mix into the waffle cooker. Naturally, Starcocks would only serve fresh waffles.

While the waffle cooker heated up, he prepared the toast.

“Ungrilled, please,” I was sure to add.

He nodded and moved on with the next step. He grabbed the toast with one hand and raised the other, exposing his hairy armpit.

“Phew,” he said, clearly surprised by the emanating musk. “All that walking and preparation really got me soaked.”

He didn’t have to tell me. I could smell his warm, moist pits from where I was sitting.

Unperturbed, he brought the toast up to the pit and started pressing it into the indented forest, rubbing it around in a massaging manner, making sure to get the hairs in-between the toast with his spare fingers.

I caught myself almost drooling.

Caleb did this for a few seconds, before nonchalantly putting the toast on a plate.

He proceeded with the waffles, setting those on a plate as well, to let them cool off.

Next up was the cookie.

As he grabbed one, I added: “Ah, I want it with extra foreskin.”

He nodded, grabbed his cock and started dragging his tip over the cookie, as before.

“Oh, no, more foreskin.”

He looked at me with a confused look.

“Put it into your foreskin.”

His face made a “gotcha!”-expression and put his massive cock onto the counter, to handle his cockhead with both hands.

And for the first time of the day, Caleb drew back his foreskin substantially. As he pulled the loose skin away, I could see strands of pre, sweat and probably cum—that marinated in there for the day—connecting his cockhead with the foreskin inside the moist, cavernous meat trench.

For the relief of both of us, the cookie was sturdy enough to not break apart and his cock was big enough so that the cookie—which was as big as the palm of my hand—slid into the aforementioned trench without much trouble. Caleb still held half of it in his fingers.

“Deeper,” I demanded.

He moaned as he shoved the large cookie even further into his foreskin. I was amazed. It was so deep in that if Caleb were to let go, the foreskin would snap shut and comfortably seal the cookie in. That’s how big his cockhead was.

“I—hng! I can’t get it further in,” he stammered.

I assumed he was lying just so he could pull it out again without much trouble, but this was enough for me.

“Good, now swirl. Circulate it around so it can soak as much as possible,” I demanded, once again.

Caleb was hesitant at first, but as he realized how good it felt he was back to moaning, pulling the cookie along his inner foreskin like someone dragging their french fry through a dip to get as much sauce as possible.

After doing this a few times around, Caleb pulled the now drenched cookie out, letting his foreskin snap back and putting the cookie onto the plate.

He was huffing by now. That was pretty exhausting from a stimulation perspective and he certainly wasn’t ready for that order. All the better for me, considering the next order. He still had to make the Wet Waffles.

He put the plate onto the counter and grabbed both of his nuts with both hands, the testicles not even close to fitting into his palms, and quickly hefted his entire crotch onto the counter, burying the waffles under his massive nutsack, making him gasp as the waffles were still pretty hot.

Better to touch them as little as possible so his hands don’t take away too much sweat from them.

He swayed his hips back and forth, gyrating his balls over the waffles to distribute the sweat that has accumulated throughout the day as evenly as possible over my food.

The sudden sting of heat from the waffles made his balls clench a bit and overproduce sweat in a defense mechanism, causing his sweat to literally drool down from the waffles and over the plate, also soaking the bottom of my toast.

“You’re lucky,” Caleb mumbled in-between circulations, “no one has ordered this today, so far. So you get all of this sweat to yourself.” He managed to get out a smile.

I reciprocated the smile. “I was hoping for that.”

A few seconds more and he was done.

I smiled again as he placed it all in front of me. “There you go. No cream with your coffee?”

“No thanks, I have something else in mind.” I declined with a gesture.

As he used the spare coffee machine near this part of the counter, I got curious about something.

“Is it hard to aim and regulate your spurts? I saw a small accident happen back then.”

He laughed lightly and scratched behind his ear. “Yeah... we all get training in aiming and such, haha! But I’m considered a slow learner in that regard and also emit way more than any other employee... it’s tough.”

Yeah, I figured as much. As an answer, I empathetically pouted at him, to which he gave me a well-what-can-you-do-look back.

When he went into the back rooms to get a missing ingredient, I turned my attention to my delicious food in front of me, still steaming, partly from cooking and partly from Caleb’s naturally high body heat.

I got my nose closer to it and gave it all a long sniff. God, it smelled so fucking good.

Grabbing my cutlery, I tasted it. Taste was equally as amazing.

With Caleb as an employee this establishment would surely keep on making lots of profit.

He returned with my coffee. “Here you go.”

I accepted it carefully and laid it down on my table as he was still standing next to me.

His musk was so irresistibly intoxicating...

I reached out and grabbed his enormous endowment, my fingers unable to fit all the way around. It would’ve been easier to grab someone’s forearm.

He moaned loudly at the sudden foreign touch.

“Bro—! Management is gonna get mad with me if they find out customers are touching their product providers... it’s not allowed.”

I looked up at him, unperturbed. “I just want some special cream,” I said, as I continued stroking.

He barely managed to speak. “You-you know that costs extra... hnngh... besides, special cream can only be sold a few times a day.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. They sure as hell should be glad they got you, Caleb. I bet you can dish out special cream items like no other.” Caleb grinned in-between looks of pleasure washing over his face.

“That’s true... management is considering a raise because I manage to—oooh fuck-!—provide special cream about thirty times on an average day.”

Taking that as a definitive yes, I pulled him closer by pulling on his cock as I added a second hand to help out. He barely managed to suppress another moan.

Before I arrived, Caleb was busy providing customers with cream for an hour or two, so his massive cock was already very sensitive. I sped up my stroking according to his ragged breathing.

A few seconds later I got him. “B-Bro, I’m cumming!!”

He led out a loud groan as he finally came, halfheartedly—or rather, struggling against the overwhelming pleasure to try and have the upper hand—trying to aim it at my food.

The first shot was already enough to completely cover my entire plate and most of the table, my lap, my torso and some spots on the ground.

The second shot went past my table against the wall behind me, splattering in a radius of a few feet as Caleb had already stopped aiming.

Half of the third shot went to the same wall, before I charged in and tried to wrap my mouth around his enormous cockhead, having to gape my jaws even more than I thought was necessary as his blast almost knocked me back.

I had to concentrate and hold onto his cock as it continuously blasted me backwards while I wanted to swallow more of his cock, struggling to keep up with his torrent of cum. It tasted so good... fuck all of that food, I’d rather have this, any day.

I swirled my tongue around his head, catching all of the remaining juice under his foreskin and also a few crumbs of that cookie from before.

He moaned at the additional stimulation and came even harder, his nuts shaking and clenching in their massive sack. At least he didn’t try to stop me.

The fourth, fifth, and all the way up to the eleventh shot landed inside my stomach and a bit in my lungs. I felt more than full, my stomach sloshing with nothing but cum as I coughed and pulled off the massive appendage as he still had a few spurts in him, covering more of our surrounding area.

After it finally died down he panted a bit before stumbling to get some towels ready for cleanup.

I was exhausted myself, having a coughing fit as I was laying in the cum on the floor, covered in cum, full of cum.

“As much as I appreciate a special cream order,” he mumbled, still exhausted, “please don’t order that many...”

I chuckled at him. “Caleb, you’re underestimating yourself.” I stood up and sat back down onto the chair I was knocked off during one of his blasts, not minding that it was covered in cum as well.

He handed me the box of tissues. As if that would help in any way.

As he was cleaning the second chair at my table, his asshole was exposed to me. It was truly almost invisible, his dense fur of asshair jutting out a good margin. I could make out his still dripping cock down below.

“You know, Caleb, I never really realized how hairy your ass is.”

He chuckled and turned his head to me, still cleaning. “Management wanted me to grow it out as it had so much potential.”

“Oh? Well then, you wouldn’t be minding this, right?”

Before he could ask what I mean, I stuck a finger into his ass, actually having to apply pressure to penetrate the forest of hair to get to the hole.

He moaned half in protest, half in surprise as I sunk my finger all the way in. After swirling it, I pulled it out and put the entire finger in my own mouth, to suck up all of his juices.

Of all things, this was the one sending me over the edge: I blew my load inside my jeans as I was overcome by the superior taste of his ass. It tasted otherworldly!

He turned around with an “Oh, you!”-look on his face. “You know that costs extra as well, right?”

I rubbed my finger alongside the top of my coffee cup, desperately trying to accumulate all of the juices my tongue missed, before I took it to my lips and gulped a huge clump of hot coffee, together with a lot of special cream and a tinge of ass.

I made my way over to the register to pay. What a start to the day!

Caleb was still busy mopping up his own cum, as a different customer raised his hand. “Excuse me, I’d like to order some special cream.”

“Right away, sir. I’ll come to you shortly!”

Caleb hastened behind the counter.

After I paid and proceeded to leave, I looked back. Caleb was standing at the customer’s table, halfheartedly stroking one half of his massive cock as the customer stroked his other half. He looked at me and winked.

No wonder this is my favorite coffee shop.

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