The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

Jay said nothing. He merely looked that the bookcase, almost as if he were ignoring me.

"I'm going into the kitchen to make a cup of tea," I told him. "When you make up your mind, drop by and let me know." I got up and walked into the kitchen, leaving Jay alone and lost in his own thoughts. As I went through the motions of making myself a cup of tea, I thought about Jay and what we had just talked about. Nothing happened, and the apartment was deathly quiet as I waited for the water to come to a boil and for Jay to make his decision. I picked up a paperback book that I had been reading over past few days and started reading it again. The water came to a boil. I make myself a cup of tea. I had read a few pages and had a few sips of tea when Jay walked through the door.

"Would you put this on me, now?" He asked holding out the dog collar to me, his face unreadable.

"I suppose there is no harm in letting you be my pet dog, as long as you're housebroken," I grinned at him. Jay grinned back in relief. "Gowned and bagged" I said to him. Jay's eyes fluttered closed and his arms dropped limply to his sides, as he returned to his hypnotic trance. A smile graced his lips as a bulge started to grow at the front of his pants. I moved my chair out away from the kitchen table, but remained seated in it, as an idea popped into my mind.

"Come here and sit down on my right cowboy boot, Jay," I instructed him.

"Yes, sir," he replied as he opened his eyes and slowly walked over to where I was.

"I think you'll find that the feeling of sitting on my long hard cowboy boot, with its pointed toe is going to feel so nice on your ass, Jay." I suggested to him. "You'll find that having my cowboy boot between your buttocks will be an incredible experience for you, as waves of intense pleasure will course through your body as you sit there." I knew I was going to enjoy this and it seemed only fair to insure that Jay would as well.

"Yes, sir," Jay replied as his eyes lit up at the prospect. Jay stood in front of me and slowly turned around, presenting a wonderful view of his butt, in those clinging smooth pants of his. Slowly Jay lowered himself into a squatting position, and I moaned with joy, as I reached out and brushed those sweet buns of his with the tips of my fingers. (Hey, what did you expect? I AM a gay man after all.) Those pants looked like they were skin tight as they hugged every curve of Jay's buns as he squatted there in front of me. Jay swung his ass to the left as he looked back over his right shoulder to be sure that he was positioning his butt so that he would sit down on my right cowboy boot. (I had thoughtfully moved my left foot back under my chair so that it was out of the way.) Satisfied that all was as it should be, Jay swung his ass back and slowly lowered his big warm round sweet buns down on top of my right cowboy boot, as he sat down on it.

My eyes flooded my mind with the sweet sight of Jay sitting down on my right foot, while my right foot relayed the messages of weight and pressure as my right cowboy boot was surrounded and embraced by Jay's beautiful buttocks. Jay moaned out loud with joy, as he shifted around a few times to make himself comfortable. I let a few sighs of delight escape from my lips as Jay leaned back on my right leg and made himself comfortable.

"How does that feel, Jay?" I asked him.

"Wonderful! Terrific, sir!" Jay replied enthusiastically. "Your boot between my buttocks, your boot wedged up my ass, in my crack. It's heaven. Oh......so hard....." Jay moaned a few more times, reached down to the front of his pants and rubbed at the huge mound that lay there.

I wiggled the toes of my right foot and moved my boot forward and backward just a bit, enjoying the sensation of his weight encompassing my right foot and lower leg.

"OH YES!!!!!!" Jay screamed out passionately. "YES, PLEASE!!!!! Rub my ass with your boot! Kick my ass with your boot! Please, let me feel the toe of your boot up my ass!" Jay suddenly lurched forward, climbing up on to his hands and knees, and off of my boot. He bent his body forward until his head was touching the floor and his backside was sticking up and out in the air. It seemed a shame not to take him up on his offer, so I slowly and carefully moved my right foot and raised it towards his willing behind. I hooked the toe of my boot right into Jay's crotch and pressed upward, gently.

"Yes, that's it!" Jay, exclaimed. "Yes! More, please! Please, more! Please don't stop!" I wasn't likely to in any event, but it was encouraging to get such positive feedback from Jay. I slowly moved my right boot upward tracing along the path between Jay's buttocks, letting my toe push inward gently but steadily. Jay grunted and moaned with pleasure, unable to say much of anything.

"You cannot cum until I give you permission, Jay," I reminded him, as I moved the toe of my boot back and forth gently up and down, between his buttocks. "No matter how much you may want to, you cannot cum until I tell you."

"Yes....yes....sir," Jay cried out amongst the moans, groans and grunts of pleasure that poured through him. He took a deep breath and spoke quickly. "I cum only when you say, no matter how close I feel."

"Excellent, Jay," I encouraged him. "When I remove my boot from your ass, you will put on that dog collar. Then you will know what to do."

"A doggie," Jay breathed with excitement. "Your doggie, oh yes!" Jay was smiling like he'd just won the lottery or something.

I moved my right foot up and down the entire circumference of Jay's ass, even back and forth across his buttocks. It was so amazing and satisfying to see Jay respond so well to such a simple physical stimulation. After a while though, my right foot started to get tired, so I reluctantly stopped caressing Jay with it. I place my right foot back on the floor with a noticeable thump to insure that Jay knew I was finished.

Jay's body swayed back and forth for a few heartbeats, and then he sat back on his heels as he moved his hands towards his neck. It took only a few moments for him to place the studded dog collar around his neck and to fasten it, just above the collar of his dress shirt. Jay jumped forward on to his hands and knees and spun around to face me. He barked at me a few times, and panted. Slowly he approached me, and lay down at my feet looking up at me in silent adoration. Seeing that I was not about to order him to do anything, Jay, curled up in a ball by my feet, lying on his right side. I was provided with a most delectable view of Jay's butt, in that position. I felt a warm glow of satisfaction as I looked down at Jay, my new pet. He had what he wanted, and I guess so did I. Still, it would be best to go slowly, with this.

"Fetch your wallet for me, boy!" I called out to him. Jay jumped to his hands and knees, and was crawling off as quickly as possible. The sight of Jay's butt moving back and forth as he crawled off to the kitchen door, was one that I will remember and enjoy for a long time. (I'm sure that if you had been there, you'd have enjoyed it too. Don't lie to me now!) Jay was back in only a few moments with his wallet gripped firmly between his teeth as he crawled towards me. I held out my left hand palm up, beside my left knee, as Jay approached. Jay knew what to do without being told. He placed his wallet in my left palm, and then sat back on his heels.

"Good boy!" I praised him, as I petted his head with my right hand. "Such a good boy!"

Jay beamed with joy, and barked a couple of times in agreement.

"Go fetch your jacket, boy," I commanded him. Jay's eyes twinkled with delight as he set off to complete this task for me. I was treated to another view of his ass in those lovely tight pants. Jay returned very quickly with his jacket now clutched tightly between his teeth. His jacket was hanging down from his mouth dragging along the floor between Jays arms as he crawled forward. I hoped it wasn't getting too dirty. Jay dropped the jacket at my feet, on top of my cowboy boots, and then sat back on his heels and looked up at me.

"Your a very good boy, Jay!" I praised him. "So clever and smart, and so well trained!"

Jay wiggled his ass back and forth frantically, in an effort to wag his tail. He looked up at me and waited patiently for my next instruction. I thought for a moment and came up with a plan.

"Roll over, boy!" I said to him.

Jay immediately lay face down on the floor, rolled over on to his back, and continued rolling until he was back lying on his face again. He quickly climbed back up to his hands and knees, raised his head to look at me and barked joyously.

"Sit up and beg!" I called out to him.

Jay sat back on his heels and raised his arms and hands out in front of him with his hands bent down at the wrist. He looked like a dog begging. I was impressed, and excited by the site of him sitting there like that. He was really starting to enjoy this role playing, and frankly so was I. I noticed that while he sat there begging, his cock had remained hard and firm in his pants. There was no sign of his cock getting soft.

"Roll on your back and play dead, now!" I told him.

Jay dropped to his right side and rolled on the floor until he was on his back, with his legs up in the air, knees bent, and his hands and arms held out in front of him in a sort of begging position. He stayed there quietly awaiting my next command.

"Jay, dogs don't wear clothes, so I'm going to take off your doggie clothes so that you'll feel cooler and more natural," I said to him, as I knelt down beside him. Jay's eyes became wide with fear, and his entire body trembled. "Please? No?" He whimpered at me. I froze. It wasn't hard to figure out what Jay was probably thinking (I could have read his mind, but didn't think it was necessary). Jay was afraid that if his clothes were removed, I'd try to take advantage of him. Okay, that killed that idea, but maybe I could still have some fun with Jay.

"Jay, when I snap my fingers you will not longer be my pet dog. You will be yourself, but still very deeply hypnotized, and you will lie there on the floor and go even deeper," I said to him.

Jay nodded his head. I waited a few moments and then snapped my fingers once. Jay let out a long deep sigh as his arms and legs wilted. Slowly he lowered his legs and arms to the floor until he was lying there comfortably on his back, breathing deeply, with a small smile on his lips. I stood up and looked down on him, enjoying the site of him lying there before I spoke.

"You look a bit hot to me, Jay," I said to him. His face did look flushed and I could see a couple of beads of sweat on his brow. "Go into the other room, change into those other clothes, the jeans and golf shirt, then come back here and stand in front of me. As you do that Jay, as you change into those casual clothes, your cock will get harder and harder, and you will get closer and closer and closer to cuming. By the time you are standing in front of me, you will be dancing on the edge of release and will want to cum very badly."

"Yes, sir," Jay said as he wiggled with excitement. He opened his eyes and stood up.

"Don't forget your jacket, Jay," I called to him as he started to head to the kitchen door.

"Uh...yes, sir," Jay replied absently. He turned around and walked over to where I stood. He bent over and picked up his jacket from the floor, again providing me with a nice view of his ass. (What can I say? I'm an opportunist.) Jay walked out to the living room, with a smirk on his face.

About five minutes later, Jay walked back into the kitchen wearing the red golf shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans that I swear were painted on. I gulped in surprise, and was unable to say anything to Jay. His cock was clearly outlined in the front of his jeans, as it strained against the denim fabric. I found it difficult to look away from the monster that was hiding just under the surface at the front of Jay's jeans. I looked up to see that Jay's eyes were half lidded in pleasure as he moaned softly while walking towards me. He was not wearing the dog collar anymore. A simple and totally unnecessary, black leather belt encircled Jay's waist, and completed the outfit. Jay did not swing his hips, or swagger or strut as he walked towards me. He didn't have to do anything like that to look sexy. All he had to do was walk. The way his clothes fit on him, very tight and very nice, he was as sexy as hell! I licked my lips and swallowed nervously, aching to run my hands over his body, face, and especially his cock and his butt.

Jay stood in front of me, finally, and smiled dreamily, while he continued to moan and sigh with pleasure. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me, as if he were lost in a fog of some type. I guess that was probably the case. Slowly a grin came to his face, and Jay reached down to grab my right hand. Smoothly and gently he placed my hand on top of the mound that was his long and hard cock. He leaned over slightly, placed his lips next to my right ear and whispered, "Please, sir, will you let me cum soon? I'm so close it hurts. Can't you feel how full and hard my cock is?"

"I can see and feel that, Jay," I answered him. "Turn around now."

"Yes, sir," Jay said quietly. He slowly turned around until his back was presented to me. My breath caught in my throat, as the full view of his wonderful ass came into my sight. Those lovely jeans were so tight across Jay's buttocks that again I thought the jeans must have been painted on him. Skin tight does not begin to describe it. I reached out and ran my hands all over those exquisite buns of his, and let my hands explore the seam of his jeans that ran in between his buttocks and down to his crotch. The material was soft, smooth and pleasantly warm to the touch but it was the feeling of following every curve, every muscle in that beautiful and well landscaped ass that was causing a pleasure overload in my brain. (I'm a butt man, first and foremost, or couldn't you tell? ) I noted with pleasure that Jay had stuffed (and I do mean stuffed) his wallet into the right back pocket of his jeans. How he managed to get the wallet in there, I have no idea, but it only made his jeans look and feel even tighter.

"Oh yes, play with me, sir! Oh yes, that's so wonderful! I ...never ...imagined...it could be so good, sir!" Jay exclaimed in broken breaths, between moans. "Please sir? I'm really starting to hurt. I...I need to cum now. Please will you let me cum now, sir?" I could hear the pain in his voice, and decided that Jay had probably waited long enough.

"Lie down on the floor, on your back, Jay," I instructed him. I didn't want to stop groping him, but the poor man was starting to suffer. Jay slowly lowered himself on the floor, both moaning and whimpering at the same time.

"Open your fly, and take out your cock," I told him.

'In...in front of you, sir?" Jay asked, opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly.

"Yes, unless that is a problem for you, Jay," I said to him.

"You're...you're not going to give me a blow job are you, sir?" Jay queried me.

"No, I'm not," I assured him. "But I am going to watch you cum all over your clothes." I informed him. The guy just did NOT trust me not to try something with him, but I can't say as I could blame him for having his suspicions. He was very good looking, very sexy in those jeans, and he knew it too.

"Oh, okay....." Jay moaned as he reached down and unzipped the fly of his jeans. Slowly and carefully he worked that monster of his out of its cave, moaning all the while. His cock when it emerged was at least eight inches long, hard and thick and aching to release a large load of Jay's juices. I could see a few drops of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cut cock as he held that huge fire hose of his in his hands. He didn't need hold that cock of his, since it was sticking straight up like a flagpole.

"Oh thank you sir!" Jay cried out in relief as his cock waved in the air, while Jay squiggled around a bit. "It feels so nice to have my cock out! I'm even closer now, sir. Please, sir, please let me cum now?" Jay pleaded, his eyes squeezed tightly closed.

"This one time only, Jay, when you hear me snap my fingers you will cum like you've never cum before," I told him. Jay nodded his head up and down rapidly in agreement. He squirmed around in anticipation, as I watched him lying there. Jay gripped his cock with both hands, firmly but not tightly. I sat down near him to get a good view of what was about to happen. I snapped my fingers once, loudly.

There is no point in my trying to describe the sounds that Jay made as his long denied orgasm finally overtook him. They were not words, and I will leave it at that. Jay thrust his hips upward savagely as he pumped himself for all he was worth. His cum poured out of that huge cock of his like a volcano erupting. (I was surprised that I didn't get a letter or telephone call from the local seismic center asking if I could explain the readings from their seismometers.) Jay's cum flooded out and sprayed all over the front of Jay's red golf shirt. I never dreamed that just one guy could produce so much cum. Once the initial pressure was released, the rest of Jay's cum oozed out from the tip of his cock as he continued to pump his hips up and down. It reminded me of seeing the Mississippi overflow its banks on the television news. Jay's cum spread down slowly over all sides of his cock. His hands were soon covered in cum, and still it kept coming. (No pun intended.) Slowly Jay's cum accumulated in a small pool around the base of Jay's cock, and spread outward, soaking everything. It took a good five minutes before Jay finally stopped bucking his hips. (I guess every man has his limits.) Jay wiped his hands on the front of his jeans to clean off his hands. When he discovered how fruitless that action was, Jay struggled to sit up, and to open his eyes. He looked down at himself, and without saying a word, he wiped his hands down the front of the legs of his jeans, as well as on the side of the legs of his jeans, in order to clean off his hands. He smiled to himself and then lay back down on the floor, exhausted. His cock was now limp and somewhat reduced in overall length. It flopped down along the left side of Jay's jeans.

My own jeans were not in much better shape. I had cum in my jeans, producing a somewhat smaller load, when I'd seen Jay's release. It had been a wonderful and enthralling experience, but not nearly as intense as it had been for Jay. I was able to keep my eyes open and watch him as he lay there resting and recovering his strength. I got up and chugged down a cold glass of orange juice while waiting for Jay to recover.

Jay had a body, especially in those jeans, that was very pleasing to look at. I remained some what aroused as I looked at him lying there. He was covered in his own cum, which is the only thing that stopped me from running my hands over his body again. He was a mess, and I didn't feel like getting messy. Besides it would probably have frightened him if I had done that away. About ten minutes later Jay opened his eyes, sat up and looked around. He saw me sitting there next to him, looking at him, and he smiled at me.

"That was the most fantastic wondrous and erotic experience that I've ever had...sir," he said to me. "And you didn't even touch me..." he said in awe. He sat there completely dumbfounded, as he slowly came to understand what had just happened. He didn't seem to much care that he was a real mess. I kept my mouth shut as I waited for him to work through what had just happened to him. He looked at me, then down at himself, and then back up at me. He blinked his eyes a few times before he spoke. "Can we do this again sometime, sir?" He asked hopefully. "I would really like that, and maybe I could do it with fewer clothes on?"