Caffeine for a Marine - 1

seriously doubted that even Toto could sit in one of those chairs and actually be comfortable in it. The chair added insult to injury by creaking when he shifted his weight. F. and that was why he detested Starbucks. every napkin.B. described it). Honestly. the demi-god of all coffee shops.B. That was the only explanation. loud. F. A voice called his attention from his internal dialogue.F. He must have been temporarily Section Eight. had been caffeine-free for over a year and yet the aroma of coffee still made him salivate like Pavlov’s dog. even when placing their coffee orders) or because of the décor (early blah was how F. It was because of the smell. forcing himself to ignore the enticing smell and the tempting hiss and sputter of the steaming foam from the machines as they spat out orders. every molecule of the shop.B. two-inch frame into one of the tiny. He clenched his teeth. if that’s what he'd asked. blonde wood chairs. his date. he’d have agreed to meet at one of the off-base bars frequented by former soldiers like himself. he found himself staring at Matt. stuffing his legs under the kindergarten-sized table. For a guy who looked like Matt. an interior designer. and it only grew stronger and more potent with each step he’d taken toward the shop’s entrance. would have met him stark naked in Times Square in the middle of the fucking blizzard. Suddenly. F. Why he’d ever agreed to meet his date in this den of caffeine iniquity was beyond his reasoning. or even because the bulk of their attendants were wet-behind-the-ears college kids who reminded him of green recruits. The hearty aroma of fresh-perked coffee permeated every inch.B.B. remembered why he’d agreed to meet Matt at Starbucks. Normally. cool and briskly efficient. Looking up. and he growled. and comfortingly Marine. low in his chest.B. detested Starbucks.someplace dark. His body’s reaction made him feel weak. who designed these places? The Lollipop Guild of Munchkinland? F. His own Dobies would use it as a chew toy.2 . Caffeine for a Marine . such as the Peacekeeper . F.’s sister. Not because of the clientele (mostly preppie clones and businessmen and women. Ex-Marines did not tremble simply because they were within sniffing range of a tall low-fat latte. contortioned his six-foot. He could smell it as soon as he pulled his Hummer into a parking space out front and opened the door.B.

grumbled.B.B. and had walked away from the fruits and vegetables aisle with the other casaba melon and Matt’s phone number. Plop it up on the table. was Matt.B. Matt’s dark eyebrows had been knitted in a perplexed frown as he’d stared at the melons in his hand. full sleeve tattoo. worn Levis that might have been painted on.’s bones and his cock.’s ears to his groin. Looking up.B. – much more gracefully than F.B. if F. you know.” Caffeine for a Marine . but…damn.B.’s ears it sounded like Matt had said. What do you want to drink?” “Nothing right now. One of his muscular arms was covered in a colorful. his green eyes had sparkled and his stubbly cheek had creased in a boyish. thanks. I found it all right.” F.B. F. “They do have decaf. “I’m off caffeine. Matt laughed a deep rumbling sound that thrummed in F. his low-pitched. sound like Texas personified. “Your spunk. “Hi.B. staring at him.” Matt grinned. He’d needed a few things from the supermarket across town that his local grocery store didn’t carry. he was a hundred and eighty-five pounds of solid muscle wedged inside a white wifebeater and a pair of thin.” Of course.3 . He slipped into the seat across from F. dark haired.B.B. wasn’t mistaken. “Have any trouble finding the place?” “Nah.” F. right now. but within five minutes he’d bullshitted his way into helping Matt choosing the one in his left hand. It sounded more like a growl. There.B. but to F. standing in the fruits and vegetable aisle with a casaba melon balanced in each hand. “How do you tell when these damn things are ripe?” he’d asked F. this boy was hot. knew that that was only his libido’s wishful thinking. had first seen Matt during routine shopping maneuvers last weekend. didn’t know casaba melons from pinto beans. drawled. and. F. and he cleared his throat to try to cover. had managed to do – folding his hands on the table in front of him. electrifying every inch along the way.B. sheepish grin when he’d seen F. making F. His accent always got thicker in direct proportion to his level of horniness and at that moment his cock was getting ready to bust the fly of his camos wide open.” Funny. soldier.B. At Starbucks.B. that was a nipple ring outlined under the thin cotton of his t-shirt. He’d called that same night and made a date with Matt for today. F. gravelly voice shooting straight from F.“Hey. “Aren’t you drinking anything?” Matt asked. Six-foot. weighing one against the other.

and it wasn’t exactly a shining example of the Marines’ Don’t Ask. I love Dobies! What are their names?” F. “Er. “But I do know that mothers keep their rugrats away from my house because of them. during F.” stand for. Me.” “Really? What breed?” “Dobermans. myself. what’s “F.’s Fuck Buddy. shrugged. now. God. “Not that I think you’re a wuss if you drink it…I mean…” “I know. Hard. and Now.” F. anyway?” Matt asked.B. Not that the Dobies bite…the parents just don’t want their kids naming goldfish after them. Speaking of names. he still went by it.B.B. don’t care.” “Oh?” Caffeine for a Marine . said. they have to be coolest names for dogs I’ve heard in a while. it was given to me by my C. but that’s really funny.“Decaf if for wusses. I have four. at forty and retired from active duty. F.’s first tour. Its okay.B.O.” F. Rebuild and reprogram them.” Matt cackled.B.O.B. “Sorry. and even now. Oh.4 . stood for Fuck Buddy. to be exact.O.B. Four from the same litter.” “Oh. grinned. How the fuck did F.” “Well. I own a computer repair service.” “Cool. Puppy Love. explain how he got his nickname? It had been given to him by his C. “Fuck. actually snorting and drawing the attention of everyone in the room. So. “I like dogs. Don’t Tell policy. what do you do for a living?” “I’m a retired Marine. Somehow the nickname had stuck to him like white on snow. smiling.” Matt said. as a matter of fact. F. and upgrade client’s existing systems. His C. What do your neighbors think when you call them?” “Don’t know.B. I own a pet store over on Fifteenth Street. and winced as soon as the words had left his mouth.

B. stared at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. muttered. His face was beet red.B. Still. That’s great. F.B.5 . when the door opened. rocking back and forth and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.“Yeah. but Matt’s innocent question had him flushing like a schoolgirl.” Matt growled.’s prick. cock. thanks.B. “No. had fisted in his fingers.B. He pulled his prick out and pissed. Be back in a minute. Inside the restroom.’s cock.” “F.B. F. “I. his green eyes darkening as he continued to stare at F. fuck it. dick still in hand. you…um…” “Yeah?” “Oh. F. Shit. though. caffeine high or no. hedging on answering. heard the lock snap into place.B. He's going to think I'm a goddamn pervert.B. He stood up and made his way to the Men’s Room at the back of the coffee shop. He hadn’t blushed since his first day in boot camp. he noticed that. Shit. Matt’s eyes hadn’t stopped looking at F. Sometimes with cinnamon or chocolate…” Shit. Lord. sliding up and down its length from his balls to the tip and back again. You don’t mind do you?” Matt asked. the boy is jazzed on caffeine. curling and swirling over F. “Didn’t know if you wanted sugar or cream or what. instead slipping fully inside and closing the door behind him. F.B. Do you want? Sugar or cream. He didn’t attempt to leave the bathroom.B. dropping to his knees. I mean.B. F. I know you think decaf is for wusses. the boy was talented.’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Matt’s lips closed around the head of his cock. His tongue was like velvet sin.?” “Yeah?” “I…um…I mean. was so flustered that he’d forgotten to lock the bathroom door. Caffeine for a Marine . felt his dick grow hard under Matt’s intense gaze. And he was staring at the hunk of meat F. Or do you drink it black? I like mine light and sweet. thought. hoping that Matt would have forgotten the question before F. F.B. uh…ordered you a…uh…decaf latte. um…I need to use the head.B. Matt was fairly bouncing. made it back to the table. and he twisted around.” F. It was Matt. but I felt funny ordering without getting you something.

” F. Instead. breaking their kiss only long enough to get it up over his head. Matt’s fingers dug into his scalp as he came.B.B. his tongue tracing the Semper Fi tat F.B. making it twitch hungrily. With his hands still on either side of Matt’s head. Lordy.” Matt groaned. felt them push down on his skull. licking every inch of Matt’s delectable skin all the way down to paradise. continued on.’s cock go and standing up.’s mouth as Matt began to moan. counted an eightpack. semen filling F. and stripped down to his skin. Right now. someone had once told F. Matt’s body was chiseled. Grinning. Each lick sent an electrical jolt to F.B.B.B. pausing to take his silver filigreed nipple ring between his teeth and pull.’s mouth with salty-bitter ambrosia.B. Those abs were genetic. his voice thick with need. Paradise hardly described the thick.B. knowing that the precome that slicked its head would leave a wet spot on them. thinking that it was a helluva lot better than anything Starbucks could possibly brew. He drank it all. Matt’s fingers tried to twist in F. ordered. cared about was the fact that those abs were right there in front of him. and ready to fire by the looks of things. as Matt’s hips bucked upward. long hunk of meat that rose between Matt’s thighs like a tank gun. fucking F. pulling until Matt growled. His lips went for a nipple. begging to be touched. Now. F. Licked. Nibbled. F. hair. He smirked when Matt straightened. smashed his lips against Matt’s. each muscle perfectly defined. Get naked. but found little purchase in his brush cut.B. F. “Naked.B. He ground his cock into the denim of Matt’s jeans. all that F. opened wide. Thick drops of precome filled F.B. He sucked hard. had over his heart. Lordy.6 .’s shirt. letting F. commanded before attacking Matt’s cock again with the single-minded focus only a Marine was capable of achieving.B. “Gonna come soon.B. He worked his way slowly down the center of Matt’s chest. swallowing him whole right down to the root. Matt tore at F.F. F.B. tasting himself on Matt’s tongue. reached down and grabbed Matt’s ears. drawing Matt’s cock as deeply into his throat as he could.B. something he’d never been able to achieve himself despite a life in the Marines and a daily regimen of heavy exercise. Caffeine for a Marine .B. F.B. “Do it!” F.B.’s mouth. cock. eliciting a hissed oath from Matt. his fingers tightening over F.’s skull.B. cheekily saluted.

F.7 .’s tongue. asked. boy. It was as clean as a whistle. He didn't waste anymore time . quickly digging out a condom from his jeans' pocket.B. reaching for his clothes. caught a still-trembling Matt by his broad shoulders and spun him around. just the way F. Matt’s only answer was a half-strangled mewl as F. tight and silky. and F. Curling his tongue.B. Great sex will drain even the strongest caffeine high in an instant. Musky and heady. “Wanna fuck you now.B. his head hanging low. Eyes followed them all the way to back to their table. it was in great.” he sighed. Not a single hair clung to the puckered hole. which was nearly impossible since they were both six feet tall and built like a pair of proverbial brick shithouses. Matt. standing up.B. When F.B.B. That was fucking fantastic.” F.B.B. Sweet. “I know the feeling. he had Matt moaning and bucking back against his face. his muscles trembling and twitching in the aftermath of his orgasm. he rimmed Matt’s hole with quick little laps. They slipped out. Matt nodded. quickly nearing the point of no return. leaned against the cool wall of the bathroom. bending him over the small sink. “So fucking tight. just…wow.Standing up. liked it. Matt lifted himself off the sink and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet.’s cock to full attention. nearly coming in the process. Within only a few moments. used that talent now to its fullest advantage. He rolled it over his length in record time. F. “Yeah. creating a potent cocktail that set F. trying not to make it conspicuous that two men had been locked in the john together. shuddering spurts that filled Matt’s canal and leaked out over his balls. and unlocked the door.” Matt had stopped bouncing at least. Drained. He’d been blessed with a very talented tongue. gasped as Matt’s body wrapped itself around F. Caffeine for a Marine .B. Matt.B. “You okay?” F. and burning hot.” Matt smiled up at him. nearly prehensile. pulling back and slamming himself back in. he spread Matt’s cheeks with his fingers.B. He established a rhythm that had his pelvis slapping against Matt’s ass with loud cracks.he aligned his cock with Matt’s asshole and pushed right in. sounding a little breathy since he was still panting from his exertions. F. his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Man. thrust it into Matt’s tight little hole. tongue-fucking him with gusto. huh? I never knew Starbucks could be so much fun. Matt’s flavor blended with the taste of his semen that still clung to F. Flicking out his tongue. came shortly after. F.” he grinned.B. zipped himself up and waited for Matt to finish dressing. you have a sweet ass. eyeing the ridged flesh of Matt’s umber-colored asshole.B. He pushed in as far as he could go. “Helluva first date.’s cock. “Fuck!” F. Kneeling.B. growled.

” “Doesn’t matter to me.” F. Or. asked. winking at F. if it meant more trips to Starbucks with him.B.” Matt said. “I could eat.” F. nodding. For Matt.8 .“So. he might even consider taking up caffeine again.” Matt said. what would you like to do now?” F. “as long as they have a bathroom. Where? You’re choice and my treat. downing his cooled decaf latte in one long swallow. me too. laughed.B. This might very well go down in the annals of history as the world’s best first date. more precisely.B. “Yeah. “I seem to have worked up an appetite. END Caffeine for a Marine . more trips to the Starbucks’ bathroom with him. felt his cock twitch.B.

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