Okay 4 months later I’m finally ready to answer this. Maybe whoever sent this doesn’t even follow me any more, but I hope you do haha. I’m so glad you brought up age difference because that’s the direction I would go in. Stan is washed up, old and lonely, never leaves the house due to the online nature of his job. One day his coffee maker craps out and he has to go to the coffee shop closest to his house to get his fix. The young barista that takes his order, Kyle, is lowkey rude and snippy with him, but charming at the same time. Instead of going straight home, Stan drinks his coffee at the shop, staying to watch him for an hour before feeling creepy and leaving. After that, he doesn’t even bother buying a new coffee maker, opting to grab his morning coffee there instead.

On the days when Kyle is working, he stays. He’s so lonely that the negative interactions with the cute barista are the highlight of his life. Kyle and his coworkers start noticing his patterns and one day Kyle confronts him. “Are you stalking me?” He asks Stan point blank one day after he orders his medium size plain drip coffee. “You come here every day but only stay when I’m on shift.” Stan is so flustered he jumbles out a shitty excuse and leaves as soon as he‘s handed his cup. He’s resigned himself to never going back to that shop again until he notices something written on his cup. A phone number and a name written underneath. Kyle. After mulling on it for most of the day, he decides he has nothing to lose and sends a message. “Hi Kyle, it’s your stalker from the coffee shop. My name is Stan, by the way.” A couple minutes later he receives a response. “Hi Stan, I noticed you watching me at the shop. I’ve been watching you too.” Stan is too stunned by the turn this situation has taken that he doesn’t reply. A minute later his phone goes off again. This time it’s a call. Despite not being prepared at all, he answers.
“Hi?” It comes out like a question. “You took too long to respond. My shift is over. Do you want to meet up?”
“Uhh.. where?”
“Well, I have a roommate, and I’m assuming you don’t have a wife and kids at home based on the amount of time you spend sitting alone at the cafe staring at me. So, your place?” The conversation ends quickly, Kyle now on his way to Stan’s address. He scrambles to make the place not look like a depression den in the 15 minute walk time.

“Well this is.. nice?” Kyle hesitates as he enters Stan’s house. The two sit on Stan’s couch and he awkwardly ties to get to know Kyle. Kyle cuts him off by climbing in his lap and kissing him, claiming that they can “do that later.” It has been ages since Stan has seen any action and it’s hard for him to keep himself contained when Kyle starts grinding in his lap. Kyle gets both of their pants off and Stan can feel his wetness through his underwear. He wants to reach over and touch him down there, but Kyle beats him to it, taking his hand and pushing it under the fabric and against his pussy. He experiments with his fingers once he’s down there, and he’s maybe not as out of practice as he thought. Kyle is whining into his touch and pulling Stan out of his boxers.

Kyle uses Stan as a dildo right there on his couch and Stan brings out all of the psychological tools available to him in order to last long enough for Kyle to get off. Once he feels Kyle clench around his cock and hears a cry muffled by the shoulder Kyle has buried his face into, he lets himself go inside of him.

Stan ends up replacing his broken coffee maker in the end. He needs his caffeine fix in the morning, and it makes more sense for him to head to the shop towards the end of Kyle’s shift so they can walk back to Stan’s together.