The cafeteria 2

I had Alejandro’s number tucked in the pocket of my apron as if it were a dangerous secret. My afternoon shift felt endless. Every time I closed my eyes for a second, I remembered his hairy chest showing through the white shirt, the brush of his fingers when I handed him the cup, and that confident smile that promised everything I’d spent months silently wanting. At eight-thirty, when I finally pulled down the café shutter and sat in the car, I took out my phone with slightly trembling hands.

**Marco:** Hi Alejandro, it’s Marco, the waiter from this morning. You left me your number… and a note I haven’t been able to get out of my head.

The double check turned blue almost instantly. My heart skipped.

**Alejandro:** Finally. I was starting to think you weren’t going to write. Are you still thinking about me, Marco?

**Marco:** More than I should. I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to be alone with you for a while.

Not even thirty seconds passed before the video arrived. I opened it with the volume low, still parked on the dark street in front of the café. The image was intimate and raw: Alejandro sitting on a black leather sofa, legs spread, his white shirt completely unbuttoned, revealing that broad, muscular, densely hairy torso. Black hair covered his pecs and ran down in a thick line to his navel. The camera tilted downward. A man on his knees between his thighs was sucking his cock with devotion. Only the thick, pink lips, shiny with saliva, could be seen, stretched wide around a thick, veiny cock with dark skin and a swollen head that disappeared again and again into that hungry mouth. Wet sounds could be heard, Alejandro’s deep, controlled moans, and the obscene noise as he pushed it all the way down the throat.

At the end of the video, his deep, hoarse voice filled the car:

—This is where you should be, Marco… swallowing it whole.

My cock got hard as a rock in a matter of seconds. So rigid it hurt against the fabric of my pants. I had to unzip right there to adjust myself, breathing hard. Heat rose up my neck and cheeks.

**Marco:** Fuck, Alejandro… you just got me so turned on. My cock is so hard it’s soaking my boxers.

**Alejandro:** Good boy. I want you to touch yourself while we talk. Take it out right now and tell me exactly how you’d suck me. No censoring. I want all the dirty details.

I pulled my pants down to my thighs in the car seat, took out my hard cock, and started slowly jerking off while writing with my other hand.

**Marco:** I’d kneel between your open legs, carefully unbutton your suit pants and take out that thick, hairy cock I saw in the video. First I’d lick your balls, heavy and hot, putting them in my mouth one by one, tasting your sweat and masculine smell. Then I’d slowly run my tongue up that thick vein until I reached the swollen head and shove it all the way down my ...