Being a professional writer I spend a lot of time at my local coffee shop. When the words don’t flow at home I pack up my computer and notebooks and head down the block for a latte and a change of scenery.

The local crew know me and knows my drinks and, as a result, I have gotten to know them pretty well. I hear all about their school schedules, their love lives, even their hopes and dreams. I felt very at home there, which is good since my average visit is three to four hours.

One afternoon I went in as usual and spotted him immediately. He was a new boy and, as the low man on the totem pole, was assigned to garbage and bussing, the lowest job in the place. I am normally only attracted to dark-haired boys, but there was something about this one that gave me pause. I shared a smile with him as I passed on my way to order.

Once settled out on the patio I got out my idea book and got to work. I had a great idea for a horror novel, somewhere between Koontz and King, but with a lot more sex. As I finished up a character sketch of my protagonist, I saw my orange-haired beauty come out, in search of more trash to collect and tables to clean. When I smiled at him this time, he gleamed back the brightest set of teeth and sexiest smile I had had in a long time. My loins stirred at the thought of those lips planted around my cock. He finished his run and disappeared back inside and I returned to my work.

An hour later he came back out, without the apron, so I figured he was on a break. I waved him over and he nodded and sat down with my. I got out my kit and started rolling a cigarette.

“I’m Joe,” I said. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“I’m Derek. I just started.” He eyed the cigarette I had just made and I offered it to him and proceeded to roll another. His lips held it in such a sexy way it took me a minute to pick up my lighter and light them.

“Tell me about yourself, Derek.”

“Nothing much to tell. Just started college, working here to earn a little coin. They tell me in there you’re a writer.”
“Yup, I am.”

“Published much?”

I listed a few of my books and his face lit up. “Wow, man! I’ve read all of those. You’re great!”

I chuckled. “I’m okay. I’m no Hemingway but it pays the bills.”

“Man, that’s what I want to do, be a writer.”

“Just stick with it. It takes some time, but it’s a mostly great life. What do you write?”

“Right now, just some stories and shit, you know.”

“That’s a start. If you like, I’ll read some of it and give you some pointers.”

“Really? That would be great!”

“Tell you what.” I looked at my watch. “What time do you get off?”

“Five.”

“Okay, why don’t you run home and get your stories and come over to my place around six. Will that give you enough time?”

“Sure.”

I gave him my address and he thanked me for the smoke. As soon as he was back inside I packed up my stuff. A quick trip to the market and I was all set.
He arrived exactly on time. I had changed into a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt, something comfortable just in case. Derek carried a folder with his stories and I handed him a beer as we sat down. I picked up the first story and dug in.

It was utter crap, full of cheap symbolism and no passion. He didn’t even type well. I reread it, hoping I had missed something, but the second time around it was even worse.

“How about dinner?” I said.

The food was simple, just pasta and a salad. Derek dug into it with relish and it brought back memories of me when I was in college and had a chance to eat away from the horrible fare in the school cafeteria. I evaded his questions about the story as best I could, finally calming him with a few vague comments.
We sat and had another beer and cigarette on the couch. I looked at his blue eyes and pale, freckled skin and resisted the temptation to just rape him. As we sat and talked my hand found his shoulder. He looked at it but didn’t shrink away or anything. My eyes shifted down to Derek’s crotch, and I could see a bump starting to develop.

I looked up at him, trying to find an invitation to move forward. I brought my hand up to caress his smooth cheek, and our eyes locked. My breathing picked up in anticipation.

“Um, Joe. I’ve never…”

“Shhh. Just go with it. Everything’s alright.” I went for broke and brought my lips to his. We shared a warm kiss as I took him in my arms. I took his hand in mine and guided it down until it rested on the front of my shorts. My cock jumped to his touch and he started rubbing it briskly. I reached inside his shorts and found his tool past the bristly growth of his pubic hair. Any inhibition Derek may have had was long gone, judging by the tight grip he had on my cock.

I broke away from him and motioned for him to follow me to the bedroom. Once we were there I took off his clothes and looked him over. Never have I seen skin so white. He was mostly hairless, except for the carrot-colored thatch between his legs. His cock had risen, all seven inches. It was just about the skinniest cock I had ever seen but it would do.

“What do I do now?” he asked.

“Sit down on the bed. Have you ever gotten a blowjob?”

“Naw. I’m a total virgin.”

I knelt in front on my barista and took him in hand. Gently I licked at his balls and stroked his pole. Derek let out little mews and moans of pleasure as I sucking his young, stiff prick. I was so hot with the knowledge I was giving Derek his first sexual experiences.