This story is based on real life events. Not ALL events happened in this exact same sequence but were changed for artistic purposes only. All names were changed to save me from lawsuits and I hope you all enjoy my stories!
Finally, just to cover myself: this story involves sexual activity between boys, so if it is illegal for you to be reading this, either due to your age or to other local laws, please go away now. Thank you.
THE BARISTA BY: DAN VD
Every single morning, I would go to my neighborhood Starbucks and order a tall, extra hot, nonfat dry Cappuccino and the same Baristas would be there day in and day out. The same smiling faces, the same green aprons and the same amazing customer service I had gotten accustomed to over the years. I had gotten to know most of the baristas quite well, most of them in University studying poli sci' or history of art. I had gotten to hear about their private lives, their loved ones and mostly their sex life. They seemed to have no barriers; they let all of their most intimate secrets out in the open. Mostly, I think, is because they just don't give a crap who listens. It seemed that all of the Baristas had that cool, hipster attitude. They were always hungover from last night's hottest party' and they were all extremely good looking! I don't know what it was but I think Starbucks just hires people for their looks, and secondly their customer service abilities. All fine by me, an openly gay 26 year old hoping to score his latest hunk.
Luckily, my day was about to get even better. I walk into my Starbucks and I see the manager, a now close friend of mine surrounded by new fresh faces.
"Daniel! It's good to see you! Have you met any of our new fresh batch of baristas?" said Danika, the beautiful 28 year old manager.
"No, I haven't. " I said as I scanned all of their faces. Some of them were cute, nothing out of the ordinary, just cute. I kept scanning their nervous faces until I saw Him.
He was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He was abut six feet tall, lightly tanned skin, bright green eyes and messy jet black sex hair that always drove me crazy!
"Hey..." he said after I continually stared for what seemed like an eternity. "You okay?"
"Huh... Yeah... Sorry... I'm Daniel. Nice to meet you." I awkwardly managed to say as I stuck out my hand.
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Ashworth. Do you work here...?
"No! Dan is one of our favorite customers, a regular. You must get to know his order and eventually you'll be telling your regulars all about your life, friends and even more." said Danika.
"Well, I come here so much I might as well quit my job as a Financial Advisor and work here!" I said, jokingly.
All of the new Baristas burst out laughing. My God, they were all so nervous. It's not like my joke was even funny.
Over the course of the new few days, I conveniently stopped by Starbucks more frequently than usual. I just wanted to see him so badly! Actually, I wanted to fuck him so badly. I got to know all of the new baristas quite well, all of them working to pay for school since it was the middle of summer. I pulled Danika aside and asked where Jacob was.
"You horny fuck! Keep it in your pants! He's still in High School! Mind you, if he wasn't so young... Damn... Plus, I think he's straight as an arrow." said Danika, crushing my dreams.
"Gooooooooooood joke, buddy. No way he's THAT good looking and straight. And if he is, I'll convert his straight ass gay." I said, with a smirk on my face.
"He's 17." said Danika.
"Age of consent is 16..." I happily said in a sing songy voice.
"You're gross. If you really need to know, he works mainly afternoon shifts, since High School kids have don't end finals until the end of June and he still has some classes. I'll tell him you stopped by if you want me to..." Danika said jokingly
"Don't even joke with me. I can't have you ruining my chances with this sexy hunk."
That afternoon, on my way to my hair appointment, I stopped by Starbucks to see if Danika was right. Luckily, bitch was 100% spot on right. There he was, in his hunky godliness. He had the most defined jaw line, the highest cheekbones and the hottest lips I had ever seen. I just wanted to jump over that counter and fucked him right there and then. He immediately recognized me as I reached the counter.
"Dan! How are you? I haven't seen you in a while!" He excitedly said.
"I've seen you and your ass in my dreams..." I thought.
"I've been great! I've been really busy with work but I love it! How's your summer going? Hey, you're in law, right? I said, knowing he was nowhere near a law school.
He immediately blushed. Teenagers always love when you think they're older than they already are. "I'm finishing my Junior year of High School... I still have final exams until the end of this month!"
"Really? I thought you were in law! I'm sorry. I'll remember that for next time."
"No. Don't worry about it. It's really a compliment. With all my friends turning 18*, I've been wanting to go to their birthday parties at the club with them but I don't have an ID and I thought I looked too young to even use a fake!"
"Well, you certainly fooled me! Hey, can I get my usual?" I said as I winked at the high school hunk.
He blushed until he could blush no more. I knew this kid was a fag. Just my luck.
That's the end of the first Chapter. Let me know what you think. I am by no means a professionally trained writer; I just picked up my laptop and started writing some of the events that have happened over the past couple of months. Any comments, requests or questions, feel free to email me at vandyk.dan@gmail.com
*In Canada, where I live and where this story took place, the legal drinking age is 18 and most teenagers have lavish parties when they can finally drink. Scratch that, make that legally drink since underage drinking in Canada is not as strict as in the US.