I jerked off for the man from the coffee shop

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I stood before Frank completely naked, my face burning with embarrassment.

The old man continued rubbing his crotch, now pitching a tent in his pants. “Turn around for me,” he said.

I turned in place, showing the man my ass.

“Mmmm, that’s nice,” he said, admiring the view. “Now bend over, boy. Pull those cheeks apart.”

I did as I was told, feeling absolutely humiliated as I grabbed my asscheeks and spread them.

“You’ve got a great ass, Andrew. You’ll need to shave it before next time, of course, but it’s still great to look at.” I remained in place, letting him take it all in. Despite facing the other way, I could feel him observing every inch of my naked body.

“Thank you, sir,” I mumbled.

“Show me the front, now,” he ordered.

I stood straight once more and turned to face Frank. My dick was soft and limp, surrounded by a dark bush. He stared silently for a moment, his eyes tracing over me.

“Hmmm, yes,” he continued. “You’ll have to shave it all, I think. Your bush, your pits… everything must go before next time. Understood?”

“Of course,” I replied softly. He spoke so confidently about a next time, like he knew I’d be back. His words only added to my humiliation.

“Good,” he said. “Then why don’t you sit down and start touching yourself?”

My heart was beating a thousand times a minute. I got down and sat on the floor, then took my soft penis in my hand. I looked at him, then quickly turned away, feeling too embarrassed to make eye contact. Instead, I focused my attention on my dick. I tugged at it, desperate to make it hard, then further humiliated by the fact that it refused to grow.

“Having trouble?” Frank asked, sounding amused. “Usually it’s the old men like me that struggle to get it up.”

I decided to ignore him. I readjusted my grip and held my dick firmly in my hand, then began to stroke it. After working at it a bit longer, it finally grew hard. I continued jerking off, pumping my fist up and down, trying to speed things along so I could take my money and leave.

“There you go, Andrew.” Frank kept watching from his chair. He continued rubbing his boner over his pants, but he otherwise remained clothed. I couldn’t help but think it would be less embarrassing if he would at least jerk off too. It was almost worse that I was naked and he wasn’t.

Despite the awkwardness of it all, stroking myself felt pretty good. I started to go faster, giving in to the pleasure and moaning quietly to myself. Up and down my hand went, jerking all five inches of my dick. I closed my eyes and my mind flashed back to yesterday; suddenly I was reliving the moment Frank’s huge cock exploded in my mouth. The thing was seven inches long, and it put my own dick to shame. I shook my head and pushed the thoughts aside, focusing back on the moment.

“You’re doing great,” Frank said. “You must be close now, right?” There was a greedy look on his face when he spoke. He was excited to see me cum.

“Yes,” I admitted. I was getting close. Fuck, it felt so good to jerk off. I pounded away with my fist, feeling the burn in my arm muscles. I wasn’t used to having a spectator, especially not a weird old man, and it took a lot more effort than usual to get this far. My arm was getting tired, but I could feel the pressure building behind my dick. Almost there.

“Cum for me,” Frank commanded.

For some reason, his words sent me over the edge. “Fuck!” My dick exploded all over my chest, releasing the mountain of pressure inside me. It felt incredible; it was the best orgasm I’d had in ages. The feeling coursed through me, causing me to shudder with pleasure. I kept stroking my cock, forgetting where I was. I moaned out loud, letting the ropes of cum land on my stomach, then my bush as the waves of cum began to die down. After a solid minute of milking out every ounce of pleasure - and cum - I finally let go of my dick. Covered in cum and out of breath, I glanced up at Frank.

“How was it?” he asked. I could see a wet spot where his dick had leaked through his pants. Clearly he enjoyed the show.

“Amazing,” I said. Coming down from the orgasm, I felt even more exposed in front of him.

“I bet,” he said with a chuckle. Then he grabbed the money and slid it to the edge of the table. “Here’s your payment, as promised.”