The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

"You were heading off to take a shower now, weren't you, Andy?" I asked him.

"Yes, I was, but this is much better, Corporal," Andy said, and smiled.

"You still need a shower, though, I think," I said to him. "I think you stink."

Andy sniffed at himself a few times, raised his head, opened his eyes and looked at me. "You're right," he said to me. "I do need to take a shower. Shall I head get started, Corporal?"

I walked up and stood right in front of Andy, looking him square in the eye. I placed my hands on his gun belt and pulled at it, dragging him closer to me. I fumbled with the belt buckle for a second but finally managed to release it. The gun belt slipped from Andy's waist and fell to the carpeted floor with a soft thump. "You can't take your shower until after I've stripped you down," I said to him.

"Oh yes, please!" Andy cried out joyfully. His body trembled once or twice in anticipation. It was clear that he was going to enjoy feeling my hands on his body as much as I was going to enjoy feeling his body with my hands.

"Bend over and take off your shoes, one at a time, and then your socks," I instructed him. Andy looked a little disappointed, but he carried out my instructions. He turned to his left and bent over to untie his right shoe. I moved to my left and slightly around Andy until I was directly behind him and could see that wonderful ass of his in all its glory. The thick yellow stripe that ran down the outside seams of his pants, started at the waist of his pants and flowed all the way to the cuffs of his paints, I noted. For a second or two I thought about running my fingers down that seam, but quickly discarded that idea. I was much more interested in Andy's ass. (Hey, I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I'm a butt man, first and foremost.) His uniform pants from the back were all that I could have wished. They were close fitting, and in this position wonderfully snug and tight with two pockets in the back, the pocket on the left having a button through closure. The right back pocket was where Andy carried his wallet. It was a big enough wallet to cause a substantial bulge in his pants and that only enhanced how nice his butt looked in those pants. I reached out and started fondling Andy's butt. I was not timid or shy. I grabbed those two hard and firm buttocks of his, with both hands and started kneading and squeezing them. Andy moaned out loud in joy. He braced himself by placing his hands on his knees, all thoughts of taking off his shoes forgotten for the moment. I reached forward between his legs and felt around for his cock and balls. They were not hard to locate, mostly because Andy's cock was fully erect now. Andy's moans of joy and delight were nearly continuous now, as I groped him thoroughly. The feel of his body in those pants was a wonderful aphrodisiac for me. I was so close to Andy I could smell the sweat on his body, the wonderful aroma of his having worked a full shift. After about five full minutes of this wonderful exploration of Andy's butt and crotch, I finally stopped, and with drew my hands.

"More? Please?" Andy pleaded.

"Take off your shoes and socks, first, Andy," I reminded him. "I have to get you ready for your shower."

"Oh, right..." he said as he suddenly remembered what I'd told him earlier. Andy bent over and untied his right shoe in record time. He slipped it off quickly. It took him only a second or two to remove his left shoe. Andy stood there in his stocking feet and looked around for a nearby chair. He didn't see one, so he stood on his left foot, carefully balancing his weight on his left foot, as he reached down and slipped off his right sock. Of course this meant he had to lift his right leg up a bit, but that was the whole idea. It caused his pants to be just a bit tighter on his right buttock. Andy removed his left sock by balancing his weight on his right leg, and lifting his left leg up a bit. Still standing behind Andy, I had a wonderful view of all this. It was over all too quickly of course. I had to admire Andy's coordination. He made it seem easy, and I know it isn't easy to stand on one foot and take off your sock. (Well, it isn't easy for me, but maybe I'm just a klutz.) Andy turned around to face me, a look of anticipation pasted on his face.

I reached over to the belt of his uniform pants and quickly undid them. Andy only nodded his head eagerly. I reached down and unzipped his fly, brushing across the huge mound of his hidden cock. Andy wiggled with pleasure. It took some fiddling to undo the catch of his pants, but only because Andy would not stop his squirming. He wasn't fighting me, only enjoying himself. Once I had his pants undone I pulled them down slowly over his hips. Andy's body shook a few times and he whimpered and moaned softly as he felt his pants being pulled downward. I was slow and careful as I pulled down his pants, wanting only to draw out this moment as long as I could. Gravity took over, though, once Andy's pants were past his hips. His pants fell the rest of the way to the floor. He stepped out of them quickly. Andy's cock popped up and strained against the fabric of his white briefs, as he stood there. I was tempted to make his briefs my next target of attack, but thought it would be better to wait. With some difficulty I forced my fingers to attack the lowest button on Andy's uniform shirt, instead of the elastic top of his briefs. I undid that button and slowly worked my way up his shirt, button by button until I had reached the topmost button just below his collar. Andy's shirt hung open, providing a clear view of his white T-shirt and the wonderful chest that it covered. Andy's eyes were closed, I noted, and the smile on his face was outrageous. It is rare that I have seen anyone enjoy themselves as much as he was. It was an easy matter for me to pull Andy's uniform shirt back and to slip it off of him. It fell silently to the floor, but neither of us really cared where.

There he stood, in only his white short sleeved T-shirt and his white briefs, sporting a huge erection. God he was good looking. I reached out and hugged him fiercely, savoring in the feeling of his cock pressing into my thigh. He returned the hug wholeheartedly. I broke away from him. I was sorely tempted to take off these last two items of clothing myself, but realized that I shouldn't. Andy had never been nude in front of me before, and I wanted to be sure he would be okay with the idea. Andy open his eyes and looked at me quizzically.

"Did I do something wrong, Corporal? Why did you stop?" He asked me.

"No, you did not do anything wrong, Andy," I assured him. "I only want to be sure that it is okay with you if I remove your underwear. Or, would you rather do that?"

"I wish you would, Corporal," Andy said softly. "I have to take my shower now, and I would like to show you what my body looks like."

"Great!" I cried and slipped my hands into the elastic waist of Andy's briefs. I took a firm grip and yanked them down savagely, peeling them off him like you would peel the skin off a banana. Andy's cock presented no problem, either. Once the briefs were pulled down past it, Andy's cock sprang up and out in all its glory. It took some additional pulling and at one point I had to get on my knees in front of Andy, to pull his briefs all way down to his ankles, so that he could step out of them. Yes, that was such a hardship, having my face only a few inches away from his hot and hard cock. Talk about temptation! I climbed back up to my feet, reached out with my hands and securely grabbed the bottom left and right side of Andy's T-shirt. I pulled upward strongly. Andy raised his arms above his head as I lifted his T-shirt higher and higher. I pulled and yanked my way to my goal of having Andy nude before me. I would have used my teeth to shred that T-shirt off of him, if necessary. One last pull and the T-shirt popped off of Andy's head. I let the T-shirt fall from my fingers as my eye drank in the sight of Andy standing at ease before me. He was beautiful. Muscular chest, powerful arms, narrow waist, handsome and rugged face, well muscled legs and pelvis, and a long hard thick cock waving about in the air. Six inches? Eight inches? Who cares? Andy was standing there nude in front of me, and he was beautiful.

"Do...do you like me, Corporal?" He asked bashfully.

"Oh, yes indeed," I breathed at him. "You are magnificent." Andy beamed at me, pleased beyond words that I enjoyed the sight of him nude. It was such a wonderful moment, that I didn't want it to end, but I knew it had to. I had to know what Andy thought of this in his normal state, outside the joys of hypnosis. I counted him out.

He awoke with a start, blinking his eyes a few times. He looked at me, and then looked down at himself. He blushed, and covered his cock with both of his hands. He looked up at me, his face unreadable as his blush slowly faded. I wasn't sure if he was upset or not, so I kept quiet and waited to see what he was going to do. Slowly a smile came to his face, and in less than a minute it grew to a grin. A twinkle grew in his eyes as Andy stood there looking at me. "That was nice, Paul," he said. 'Time I hit the showers though don't you think?"

"Yes, I guess it is," I answered him. I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. He smiled back at me and wrapped his arms around me firmly. Before I realized it, Andy had hoisted me up and was carrying me in a fireman's carry, as he walked off to the bathroom.

"What's going on?" I called out to him as we headed down the hallway to the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower, and you're going to help me," Andy laughed. "You did offer to scrub my back, remember?"

"Well, yes, but I didn't mean this," I protested faintly. If the truth be told I was enjoying being carried around like a sack of potatoes by Andy. There was something about knowing just how strong he was that made me feel safe and secure.

Andy lowered me to my feet as soon as we were in the bathroom. I smiled at him as I tried to adjust to what had just happened. Andy grabbed my white golf shirt and pulled upward on it. I was too surprised to resist, and he had it off of me in less than a second.

"It's only fair," he said to me as he pawed at the buckle of the brown belt that held up my light blue comfortable jeans next. "You got to undress me, so I get to undress you. Besides you wouldn't want to shower with your clothes on would you?"

"Shower? With....with you?" I asked dumbly. I could not quite believe that this was happening. I wanted it to happen, but Andy was doing this all on his own without any hypnotic suggestions from me. It seemed unreal, like a dream.

"It's going to be hard to scrub my back otherwise," he answered me as he grinned at me while sliding my jeans down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, without even thinking about it. Andy slid my blue briefs down quickly. My semi erect penis popped out and became much harder. I enjoyed the sensation but my eyes were still focused on Andy as he knelt there in front of me lifting my feet one at a time so that he could remove my briefs. I stood there looking at him, wondering why he had stopped.

Andy grinned at me and said, "You have to remove your socks yourself, just like I did mine." I whipped off those suckers in record time. I stood nude before him, and he stood nude before me. I trembled in anticipation for a moment and then my mind finally started working again. I stepped into the bathtub and walked over to the far end where the taps were. I bent over and turned on the hot and cold water taps. As I fiddled with them to get just the right water temperature, Andy gently but firmly squeezed my right buttock with his hand and said, "You are beautiful." He climbed into the bathtub behind me. He pulled the shower curtain closed. He wrapped his arms loosely about my waist and waited. I pulled the handle to divert the water to the shower head.

The first touch of the water was ice cold and it took my breath away. Seconds later the water became warm and wonderful. I let it course down my front, and slipped my hands over Andy's. Carefully I turned around to face him. He smiled at me, and I grinned back. I pulled him under the stream of water with me. It coursed down his face for a moment, and then as he stepped back a pace it coursed down the front of that wonderful chest of his. I pulled his head down and pressed my lips to his ear. "Slippery when wet." I said to him. He chucked and hugged me gently. In only a few moments we were thoroughly wet from head to toe, and not just from the water streaming out of the shower head.

"Let's wash up first, love," I said to him.

"Yes, let's," Andy agreed and grabbed the bar of soap from the soap dish. He turned me around to face away from the stream of water, and proceeded to run his soapy hands all over the front of my body. He worked up a good strong lather on my chest, stomach, and arms. I didn't resist. I just stood there and let him do the work as I luxuriated in the feeling of his fingers and hands on my skin. I kept my eyes closed as he lathered my face. He worked his way up to the top of my head and worked through my hair too. I couldn't see him, it was true, but I sure could feel him. Andy's hands were as gentle and tender as they were big and strong. He soaped the front of my legs from my feet all the way up to my waist. So what if he took some extra time soaping my cock and balls? I sure as hell wasn't going to complain about it. The moans of delight that escaped from my lips were proof enough of that. When he turned me around to rinse off the front of my body, I was a bit disappointed. I rinsed out my hair as Andy started to wash my back. He did a wonderful job on my shoulders, back, and my ass. It was only slightly sexual, but extremely sensuous. All too soon he was finished washing and rising me. I blinked my eyes open as I turned about to face him.

"You have talented fingers, love," I said to him as I hugged Andy carefully.

"Your turn," he said to me as he smiled at me and handed over the bar of soap. I took it gladly and had Andy face the shower head to get his front wet. A few seconds later, I turned him around and got down to business.

It was an experience that I will not soon forget. Andy stood there in front of me with his eyes closed as I soaped him all over. As he had done to me, so I did to him. I ran my lathered hands over every square in of his skin. I spent a bit more time on his chest and stomach than was necessary, but he didn't mind. I paid careful attention to his cock and balls being sure that they were squeaky clean. Like me, Andy moaned in pleasure as his balls and cock were cleaned. I felt a warm glow inside me as I realized I was giving him the same pleasures as he had so recently given me. Washing Andy's body was not a chore. It was a delight. When I had lathered up his entire front, I had him turn around to rinse off as I got to work on his broad back. I moved my hands all over his back, and slowly down to his ass. His buttocks were smooth and wet, all the better for my hands to slide over them. In due time I finished his back and his legs, and had him rinse them. We did a final rinse of each other, and then stood under the pouring water for a few moments.

Andy slowly enfolded me in his arms, and held me close, his eyes closed. I returned the embrace as best I could. "Thank you," he whispered in my ear.

"For the shower?" I asked.

"No, for not trying anything when you had a chance," he responded. "You are a man of your word, and you've proven it again. I'm lucky to have found you." Andy squeezed me close, and I was in heaven. I had thought about how easy and simple it would have been to have tried to force myself on Andy, but I knew it was wrong and so I didn't do that. I was pleased to know that he appreciated me. Just then the hot water ran out.

We bolted from the shower as quickly as we could. I reached over and flipped over the handle to divert the water from the shower head back to the faucet, then turned off the taps. As we stood there starting to shiver I reached down into the bathroom cabinet under the sink and plucked out some fresh towels, tossing a couple over to Andy. With each of us having a towel securely tied around our waists we proceeded to towel each other dry. It was not the rough and tumble toweling you might expect in a locker room. It was soft, gentle and delicate. We patted each other dry, smiling and chuckling gently the whole time. Eventually we finished, and left the bathroom. I headed off to my room to change, and Andy went to the spare bedroom to change.

I slipped into a pair of clean briefs, put on my bathrobe and waited outside the closed door of the spare bedroom. Andy finally opened the door after a century or two. In reality only a minute or so had gone by, but it felt much longer to me. Andy was wearing a bathrobe as well, but his was a royal blue where mine was a pale sky blue.

"Your place or mine?" I joked.

"Mine," Andy answered as he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the spare bedroom. He deposited me onto the turned down bed, and slipped off his bathrobe. A pair of white boxers was revealed. I slithered out of my bathrobe and tossed it on the floor. I patted the bed next to me. Andy slowly lowered himself into the bed and lay down beside me.

He reached out his hand to touch my face. He brushed his fingertips against my skin, and a thrill shot through me. I looked down into those warm brown eyes of his, and I was lost. I felt my heart go out to him, and in that moment, I knew my heart was his. I wanted to say "I love you," but the words would not come. My throat was closed too tight. I merely stared at him and blinked away the tears as fast as they came. He leaned over me and lowered his face next to mine. His soft gentle full lips pressed against my cheeks as he kissed my tears away. Each tear that I cried he kissed away, until finally I could cry no more. I looked at this wonderful strong powerful man lying next to me, and I saw for the first time the depth of caring and compassion in his soul. I had never imagined that he was so understanding. I swallowed and cleared my throat.

"I love you, Andy," I said slowly. "With all my heart and soul, I love you." My lips trembled as I waited to see what he would say. My body shuddered with repressed desire to hold him in my arms. Time stood still for us both.

Then, I saw something that I could not believe at first. I saw a wetness in Andy's eyes. I saw the tears slowly fill his eyes as he reached out and caressed my nose with his fingers. Slowly the tears started to run down Andy's left cheek as he quietly cried. Hesitantly, I reached out to his face with my right hand. I brushed the tears from his cheeks. I reached out and cupped Andy's head in my hands. I pulled him towards me. He did not resist. I cushioned his head on my chest and started to stroke the hair on his head, while softly muttering a soothing "It's okay Andy. I'm here." That did it. Andy started to shake and to bawl, like a little boy. I held him closer and continued to soothe him as best I could. He wrapped his arms around me, and cried and cried and cried. I didn't know why, then, and I didn't care. It was enough just to hold him in my arms. There are times when there are no words, and this was one of them.

After a while Andy stopped crying and shaking and drifted off to sleep. I gently reached over and flipped the covers over us. We had only our underwear on, and neither one of us needed to catch a chill. After about thirty minutes Andy rolled away from me, as he shifted position in his sleep. I took the opportunity to go and grab a book from my night stand in my bedroom. I was back in a flash. While Andy slept, I read my book. When he woke up suddenly a couple of times, blindly reaching out for me, I was there to hold him in my arms and ease him back to sleep. After about five hours Andy woke up.