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The French Market
I stopped at The French Market Place in L.A. to get a coffee before jumping on the freeway to head on home. I like to go to the French Market when I'm in Los Angeles. I always see so many cute guys there. I pulled into the parking lot, and to my surprise, I found a parking space in the lot.
As I came around the corner of the building, I quickly scanned the sidewalk dining area as I made my way to the front door. I spotted this guy standing at a table, a drink of some kind in his hand, talking to two guys seated at the table closest to the front door. When I first saw him, he was facing the front door, his back to the sidewalk. His plump, round butt cheeks caught my attention immediately.
As I stepped off of the sidewalk and onto the short walkway to the front door, he turned and I got a profile view of him. I immediately saw his tiny, little waist, and a very nice bump in the front of his pants. He was so sexy. His blonde hair was cut short and he looked like he just stepped out of the salon. As I approached the Front Door, I reached for the door handle, and it swung open so fast, I had to jump back quickly or the door would have knocked me on my ass.
The door flung back and smashed into the railing making a loud noise. Three huge guys stepped thru the door almost running me over. I have no doubt that everyone on the dining patio turned when they heard the crash. They almost ran me over as they hurried down to the sidewalk, still laughing and carrying on, in their heavy southern accents, as if they were the only people on the planet.
When I jumped back, I bumped into the cutie-pa-tootie with the nice hair and beautiful ass. He turned around and said, "Fucking tourists; they can be so rude! He reached over and grabbed my arm, "Are you OK baby? He said. I looked into his pretty blue eyes and said, "Oh, um, yes. I think so. They just caught me by surprise. I'm sorry if I knocked you about. That door almost knocked me on my ass."
"Baby, it caught everybody by surprise; those fuckers! Hi, I'm Stefan." It dawned on me as I shook his hand, that he had a slight German accent. I shook his hand, and said, "You're German?" He smiled at me and said, "Yes. I'm from Germany, but I live here now" he said. "At least I'm not a rude tourist." and laughed. "You have a French name." I said. "My mom is French; my father is German."
"Two beautiful countries" I said. "You speak English very well." He smiled at me and said, "Almost all Europeans speak multiple languages. I speak 4 languages. English is just one of them."
"I'm very envious Toby. I only speak one language; unless I include the programming languages I know. Then I have you beat handsome." He laughed. "So, you're a programmer then." He is looking in my eyes so intently, I had to briefly look away. "Um, yes. I freelance. I came into town to meet with a new client. I just stopped to pick up a coffee before I head on home."
"Where do you live sexy?" he asked. I thought to myself, he thinks I'm sexy. I suddenly felt a little tingle in my pants. "I live in Pasadena. It's a convenient middle ground for me. It was nice meeting you Stefan. I don't want to keep you from your friends. Have a good afternoon." I started towards the door. "Wait! He called to me urgently. "What's your name sexy?"
"Oh, sorry" I said. "I'm Conner." I smiled and stepped thru the door. The host greeted me as I walked in and asked if I'd like a table. "No thanks" I said, "I just popped in for a coffee." She smiled at me, and with an open palm, gestured towards the take away counter. I smiled as I walked past her. I had to pee, so I decided to head back to the restroom before I ordered my coffee. I noticed on my way back to the restroom, that the back half of the restaurant was empty. I don't think that I have seen the place with so few people. It has always been such a busy, popular place.
As I started back to the front of the restaurant, I noticed a nice set of legs blocking the path. As I approached the pair of legs, I looked over to see who those legs belonged to. It was Stefan. I didn't know what to think, so I decided to make an attempt at humor. I smiled and said, "Stefan! Funny meeting you here." He looked up at me and said, "I was waiting for you sexy." As he retracted his legs. I stepped over to the table and said, "What can I do for you?"
He stood up from the table, and grabbed my crotch. It took me completely by surprise but I found myself pushing back against his hand. My cock started to tingle and grow. It was so exciting to be in a public restaurant, and this cute guy, whom I have never met before in my life, has a grip on my package. I suddenly felt this surge of energy pass thru me and I reached over and grabbed his crotch. I squeezed, bent forward a little, and said with authority, "Drop your pants!"
I literally felt his cock twitch in my hand. Suddenly, his tongue was in my mouth. I kissed him hard, and increased my grip on his crotch. I felt him fumbling with the waistband on his shorts. I maintained my grip on his crotch and backed him up against the wall. I let go of his crotch and said, "Drop them! Now!"
He pulled his shorts down exposing the jockstrap underneath. I looked down at the fabric straining against his erection. "That too!" He looked at me questionably. "Now!" I said. He pulled down his jock over his raging hardon. I dropped to my knees right there. His cock was uncut, a single vein running down the length of his shaft. I pulled his skin back, exposing his glands. A single drop of precum appeared from his piss slit. I licked the head of his cock and felt him shiver. His cock was absolutely beautiful.
I swallowed his cock in a single gulp. He gasped, and with both hands, grabbed my head and thrusted forward, his cock going down my throat to the maximum. I started sucking his cock furiously. It did not take long until I felt his cock going off in my mouth. I tasted his sweet, cock juice as it filled my mouth. I continued to suck his dick until the flow completely stopped. I pulled off his cock, stood up, and whispered in his ear, "Good Boy!" I turned and walked to the front of the restaurant. My own cock was raging in my pants. I could feel a sizeable wet spot in my underwear. I stepped up to the counter and placed my coffee order. I stepped to the side and waited for my coffee. I looked to the back of the restaurant and saw no sign of Stefan.
I was walking to my car, my coffee in hand, and I heard "Conner! Wait! Conner!" I stopped and turned to see who was calling my name. Stefan was walking quickly towards me. "That was amazing. I've never done something like that before. It was so exciting. Can I see you again?" he asked. "Do you have a card?" I asked. He looked down at his shorts, I could see a little wet spot in the front of his pants. "I don't have any on me."
I reached into my jacket pocket, pulled out a pen, and handed it to him. "Write down you number" I said. "On what?" he asked. I handed him my coffee cup. He quickly wrote his number on the cup. "The next time I come into town, I'll call you." I grabbed that sweet, round ass of his and pulled him into me and kissed him hard.
As I pulled out of the lot onto Santa Monica Boulevard, Stefan was still standing in the parking lot where I left him.