I stripped for the old man from the coffee shop

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Yesterday was… strange. I’m as straight as they come, but money is money. So with rent due in a week and $500 on the table, I sucked Frank’s dick like it was my job.

Now, for the first time in months, I had a little extra money in my pocket. I promised myself I’d be responsible with it, though I did splurge a bit on dinner that night. I ordered from my favorite Thai place, hoping to get the lingering taste of cum out of my mouth.

Today was a new day. Back at the coffee shop, I showed up for my shift in a much better mood than usual. Despite being underpaid and dealing with ungrateful customers, I just couldn’t be brought down. It was around 10 o’clock when the door chimed and a familiar face entered the shop.

Frank was in a chipper mood, probably because I had sucked his cock the day before. The old man approached the counter with a big smile. “I’ll have the usual,” he said.

“Of course,” I said. “Medium coffee, a dash of milk… and no sugar?”

“Precisely,” he replied.

“Coming right up,” I told him. He paid, then I turned to work on his coffee. It was a simple order; a moment later I was handing it to him over the counter.

“Thank you, my boy,” he said. Then he leaned in and lowered his voice slightly. “If you want another tip, you know where to find me.” He took the coffee from me and made for the door, opting not to stick around this time.

Once again I found myself in a difficult position. Yesterday, I did what I had to do for some extra cash. This time, I already had the cash; at least, enough for this month’s rent plus a bit for my savings. I wasn’t in the same desperate position anymore. But what about next month? Even if I could make ends meet, I still wouldn’t be able to save much. It felt like I had to see Frank again.

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After work, I decided to stop at my place before seeing Frank. My apartment wasn’t much; it had a single bedroom, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. It stung to know almost all of my income went towards this place. Still, it wasn’t bad for a 23-year-old guy living on his own.

I took a quick shower, then changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie. My black hair was still wet by the time I was out the door.

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“Andrew! I knew you’d be back,” Frank said as he opened the door. The man was fully dressed this time, wearing a blue button-up shirt and tan pants. He let me in, closing the door behind me.

I walked inside, feeling a bit nervous to be here again. “So, uh… same as last time?” I asked.

“I had something different in mind.” Frank pulled out another stack of money and began counting it in front of me. “Five hundred dollars,” he said. He placed it on the table in front of him, then he pulled a chair out and took a seat. “In exchange, I want to watch you masturbate.”

“You- what?” I was taken aback. Blowing the guy was one thing, but exposing myself like that in front of a stranger… I wasn’t sure I could do it.

“You’ll have to strip first, of course,” Frank added.

My palms began to sweat. The man sat there patiently, placing his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand. Five hundred dollars… “Deal,” I said quietly.

His face lit up when I agreed. He sat up slightly in his chair, waiting for me to begin.

I started with my hoodie; it was a good way to ease into things. I lifted it over my head, messing up my hair slightly in the process. After that, I took off my shoes and socks. Again, pretty easy and not too revealing.

With the simple items out of the way, Frank became more interested. He leaned forward in his chair, a hungry look on his face.

I looked him in the eyes, then slowly lifted up my t-shirt. I pulled it off over my head, then tossed it into the growing pile of clothing next to me.

“You have a nice body, Andrew.” Frank smiled, then nodded for me to continue.

As if the stripping weren’t shameful enough, his comments made me feel even more exposed. With nervous hands, I struggled to untie the drawstring on my sweatpants. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I finally undid the knot, took a deep breath, and slid my pants down. They fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them, nearly tripping myself in the process. All that was left was my underwear.

“Atta boy. Almost there now.” Frank leaned back in his chair, rubbing his crotch from the outside of his pants. He was already pitching a tent.

I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat. This was it… I placed my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and slowly tugged downward. My boxers fell to the floor, then I kicked them aside with the rest of my clothes. I stood before Frank completely naked.