I blew the old man from the coffee shop

Everyone in this story is 18+.“Next!” I shouted. It was about halfway through the morning rush and I already wanted to go home.An older man approached the counter. He was well-dressed, and he appeared to be in decent shape despite the full head of gray hair. “One medium coffee, please.”I quickly wrote down his order. “Any cream or sugar?”The old man looked me up and down, then smiled. “Just a dash of milk. Looking at you is plenty sweet for me.”It took all of my energy not to roll my eyes at him. “Will that be all?” I asked.“I suppose I can’t take you with me?” he replied.“Your total is $2,” I said firmly.The man handed me two singles. Great. I had to put up with flirting from some perv and I didn’t even get a tip out of it. I began to turn when the man fished something else out of his pocket. “Hold on. Take this,” he said with a wink.My eyes widened. It was a $50 bill. As I accepted it, I noticed a small note folded with the cash. I stuffed the money in my apron and quickly unfolded the note. It read, “If you want the rest of your tip, see me after your shift.” Scribbled under that was an address. The rest? As in, more cash?“Thank you, sir,” I said. “I’ll get started on your coffee.” As I worked on his order, my mind considered the possibilities. Realistically, there was no reason I should take him up on the crazy offer. But I also needed the cash. My rent was due next week; I could scrape by picking up a couple extra shifts, but that would just be hell. Money from a stranger was looking like the better option.I finished making the coffee and handed it to the man. For the rest of my shift, I went back and forth on whether or not to go. But when I finally clocked out, the decision was clear. I stuffed the cash in my pocket, hung up my apron, and made my way to his home.~When I got to his house, I had to double check the address to make sure I wasn’t lost. The place was absolutely massive; the man must be loaded to own a place like this. I knocked on the front door and he immediately answered.“Ah, you came! I’m glad you could make it.” The man wore a fuzzy robe and slippers, his gray chest hair poking out the front. “Please, come on in.”I cautiously followed him inside. As I walked in, the interior confirmed my thoughts. Beautiful dark furniture, large shelves filled with books… This guy was rich.“I didn’t catch your name,” the man said politely.I stopped admiring the home and turned to him. “I’m Andrew,” I replied.“Frank,” he said, extending his hand. He smiled as I shook it. “I must say, you caught my eye at the coffee shop.”I felt a pit in my stomach. “Thanks for the tip today,” I said, trying to change the subject. “Your note mentioned there was more?” I added, hoping to cut to the chase without sounding rude.“Ah, yes. There’s plenty more money for you. In exchange, I require a certain… sexual favor.”I felt my palms grow sweaty. “Oh, sorry,” I said. “I’m not gay.”“But you showed up, didn’t you?”I didn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue.“You’ll be compensated well, of course.” He pulled out some cash from a nearby drawer and fanned it out in front of me. It was all hundreds.I paused. That’s why I came here, wasn’t it? For the money? “How- how much?” I asked nervously. “And what do I have to do?”He counted out the bills in front of me, placing them into two neat piles on the dining room table. “Four hundred if you blow me, plus an extra hundred if you swallow.”My jaw dropped. If I went through with this, I’d actually have some spare cash this month. I stared at the money on the table for another moment, then looked up at him. “Deal,” I said.Frank smiled. “On your knees, then.”I followed his lead, slowly getting down to the floor. I looked up at him and watched as he untied his robe and let it drop. The robe fell to the ground, leaving Frank fully naked in front of me. It was a strange sight, looking up at a man from my knees. Frank was probably in his late sixties, but he was fairly muscular. Thick gray hair covered his chest and stomach, traveling down his body. As my eyes moved downward, I was met with a huge dick staring me down, waiting to be sucked.“Go on,” he said encouragingly.Shakily, I reached up and grabbed it. It felt heavy sitting in my hand; his dick must’ve been about seven inches. There was no turning back now. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and took it in.“Mmmm,” Frank moaned. “Atta boy, Andrew.”The first thing I noticed was that it felt warm. It also didn’t really taste like anything. I took his dick as far as I could, probably about halfway, before gagging on it. I had no idea what I was doing, but I’d watched plenty of videos with women doing the same thing. I tried to copy what I had seen, stroking his dick with my right hand while bobbing my head up and down his cock.“Fuuuck,” he said. Frank held my head in his hands and started thrusting lightly. He didn’t push me too hard; I was still mostly in control. His thrusts were shallow, enough to give him pleasure but not enough to make me gag again.I continued working on his dick, saliva pooling in my mouth. I let it run, using it as lube for my hand. It let me glide more easily, stroking him a bit faster as I kept sucking his big dick. I paid close attention to his moans, learning what he liked and focusing on pleasing him.“Keep going,” he said.I opened my eyes, a thick gray bush directly in my face. Whether I liked it or not, I was in it now; I was going to earn that money. I reached up and grabbed his balls, fondling them with my left hand while stroking his dick with my right. I continued sucking him off, doing my best to appear enthusiastic about it.“Ohhh fuck, Andrew. You’re gonna make me cum,” he whispered. His legs began to tighten up and I could tell he was getting close.“Mmmm,” I mumbled with his cock in my mouth. I picked up my pace, forcing him deeper with each thrust of my head. I pushed him to the back of my throat, gagging on his cock but not letting up. I was almost there.Frank tensed up completely. This was it. I braced myself as the first shot hit the back of my throat. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted.I kept stroking, placing my mouth at the head of his cock and trying my best to catch his load. I swallowed a bit, but he just kept cumming. The room was filled with Frank’s moans as his cum coated my tongue. The old man was like a firehose, shooting rope after rope into my open mouth.I couldn’t describe the flavor except to say it was like nothing I had tasted before. I swallowed again, still jerking off his massive cock, still taking his load in my mouth. Eventually, a final dribble came out and landed on my lips.With a satisfied sigh, Frank plopped down into a nearby chair. “Fuck,” he said, out of breath. “You nearly sucked the soul out of me!” he added, chuckling to himself.I licked the last drop of cum from my lips and swallowed. I made it this far; I wasn’t going to make a mistake now. Still on my knees, I looked up at him on the chair. “So it was good, then?”“Amazing,” he replied. Then he leaned over to the table and scooped up the $500 he laid out earlier. “Come here, you’ve earned this.”As I stood, I was embarrassed to find that my own dick had grown hard. My face flushed, my cheeks turning red. Frank held out the cash and I gratefully accepted. It wasn’t lost on him that I was pitching a huge tent in my pants.“Thank you,” I mumbled. I pocketed the cash, then made my way to the door. No reason to linger.“Oh, Andrew,” Frank called out.One hand on the door, I turned to face him. “Yeah?” I asked.“I’ll see you at the coffee shop,” he said with a smile.