The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"So marvellous, isn't it Cody?" I ragged him.

"Oh yes, boss! I want more. Please don't stop!" Cody cried out softly.

"How's your cock doing, Cody?" I asked wondering just how stimulated Cody actually was.

"My cock? It's it's gettin' harder by the sec', boss. My my nipples are hard now too," Cody answered with a mixture of hesitation and wonder in his voice. "But it feels so good, too. Hard nipples, and my cock gettin' harder and harder" Cody moaned a few more times as his body continued to rock back and forth in euphoric abandonment.

"It's supposed to get hard when you are turned on, Cody," I reassured him, as I continued my caressing of his nipples and chest. Lying there on my back, reaching up to twiddle and fiddle with Cody's now hard and erect nipples, was sheer delight. It was so much easier lying on my back doing this. I didn't have to strain myself or worry about putting too much of my weight on Cody's chest. "If you think this is good, imagine what my fingers would feel like on your bare skin, Cody," I told him as I started to get him ready for the next phase.

"Oh oh oh." Was all that Cody could reply in between moans and grunts as the thought burned his way into his brain.

"Do you want to feel my fingers and hands on your bare naked chest, Cody?" I asked him softly, as I moved my fingers in a lazy figure eight around his nipples.

"CHRIST ALMIGHTY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?" Cody cried out at me, sounding both exasperated and excited. "Of course I do, boss!" He continued in a slightly less volatile voice. In between his continued moans of delight, Cody barked out soft oh's as he began to relish what was happening to him. Suddenly he stood up on his knees, breaking the contact between my hands and his chest. Cody open his eyes wide as his hand flew to his chest and began pawing frantically at the buttons of his red cowboy shirt. I blinked my eyes in surprise at the swiftness of his actions. He had the shirt unbuttoned and was savagely pulling the shirt out from his jeans in record time. He shucked that shirt off in two seconds flat! He tossed his shirt off somewhere to his right (my left), heedless of where it might land. What a site was revealed! I had expected Cody's chest to be slim and trim with an average sprinkling of chest hair. What I got was a wonderfully smooth slim chest with only a handful of hairs about each nipple. If ever a chest cried out to be sucked this one did! Cody dropped back down onto his hands bringing that titillating (pardon the pun) chest of his, within mere inches of my suddenly quivering lips.

I reached up with my arms and wrapped them about Cody's chest as well as I was able. I scooted up until my back was at a forty-five degree angle from the floor and my lips were only a hair's breath away from one of Cody's nipples. Then I let my self down, and crawled out from under Cody. I brought him out of his trance and send him on his way home. THE HELL I DID!!!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF LITTLE GREEN APPLES DO YOU THINK I DID??? I clamped my lips onto that nipple and hung on for dear life! I sucked like I'd never sucked before. It wasn't easy let me tell you! I think I had a vague idea of what riding a bull must have been like. As my lips sucked and my tongue licked and lapped at Cody's nipple, Cody's body rocked back and forth from side to side while humping up and down at the same time. It was all I could do to keep my arms wrapped firmly about Cody's chest. (Forget the bull, ride the cowboy! I think I've seen that on a T-shirt somewhere.) The rest of my body was dragging down at me like a huge lead weight. I think it was this, more than anything else that tired me out. Since my mouth was otherwise occupied, I wasn't able to give voice to the pleasure that I was experiencing. Cody was doing a fine job of making my enjoyment as well as his abundantly clear. (Does the expression screaming like a banshee means anything to you?) I was able to spread my attention evenly, between Cody's nipples. They were not THAT far apart after all.

Unlike Andy, my upper body strength was not well developed. I was only able to hang on for a few minutes. (No trophy belt buckle for me, I guess.) Gradually gravity won the battle and I was pulled down to the ground, covered in sweat, panting and my arms feeling like they had turned to lead. As I lay there trying to catch my breath and let my strength return, a smile broke out on my face as the crazy thought popped into my mind that this would make a most interesting event at a gay rodeo. Clearly I was suffering from slight oxygen deprivation to have come up with such an idea! Still, I couldn't help but smile as I thought about it. Kinky. Totally impractical, and highly unlikely to ever come about, but wonderfully kinky nonetheless. (Yes, a sure fire indication that it is MOST definitely time for a vacation!)

"More, boss? Please?" Cody called out softly to me as I lay there resting my aching arms and catching my breath. When I didn't respond within a minute or so Cody spoke up again. "Please boss? I really liked how you sucked my nipples. It was such a turn on, and I well I want more boss. Please? Pretty please?"

Part of me wanted to keep on sucking Cody's nipples, but I just did not have the strength. (Well what the HELL did you expect? Here I am playing with three cowboys in ONE night! I'm only human after all. I have my limits.) I did have the strength to continue on with my original plans though, as I would not have to cling to any part of Cody for what I had in mind. Oh sure, I could have had Cody roll over on his back and then sucked his nipples all I wanted, but all in all I think I'd had enough of Cody's nipples for the evening. I lifted my arms up and let my hands and fingers explore the bare skin of Cody's chest and stomach. Almost with the instant of my fingers touching his skin, Cody started to moan and rock his body back and forth gently. This might not be as intense as my sucking his nipples, but clearly the feather light touch of my fingers tips on and about his nipples was gratifying to Cody. (Boy, DO I have a gift for understatement.)

"How about we move on to an even more responsive and sensitive erogenous zone of yours, Cody?" I asked him as I got ready to redirect my attention below the belt, as it were. While waiting for his answer, I let my fingers gently squeeze his nipples every now and then, as I kept up my ministrations of that wonderfully smooth skin of his. There were a few scars here and there, that marred the landscape of his chest and stomach. Evidence, clearly, that bull riding wasn't an easy much less a safe sport. I let a few grams of admiration for Cody seep into my opinion of him. I might not like him much as a person or a man, but as a cowboy I had to admire that he took risks that I never would have.

"There's oh oh there's another part of my oh yes oh my body that's even more oh yes touch me there boss yes oh yes that's even more of a turn oh yes your fingers squeezing me so gently oh yes yes more of a turn on than my oh oh nipples?" Cody managed to ask, in between moans and oh's of pleasure.

"Butt of course," I answered him. (Bad pun, I know but I could not resist.) I looked up and studied Cody's face, a scant six inches away from mine. He wore a veil of contentment and tranquility as he stood there on all fours letting his body sway back and forth as he enjoyed himself. Slowly my answer seeped into Cody's consciousness, and his eyes blinked open as if he were awakening from a long sleep. He stood there on all fours, moaning a few times as he gradually puzzled out the double meaning of my answer.

"My butt, boss?" He asked, bewildered. "My butt is an erogenous zone?" The concept seemed to be somewhat foreign to him. He looked both lost and perplexed as the meaning of my answer became clear to him. The confusion on his face gradually faded away to be replaced by a much stronger and clearer expression of doubt and disbelief. The expression settled on his face like cement hardening. Cody stopped swaying his body, and stopped his moaning. (Even my continued stroking of his nipples no longer generated any reaction from him.) It seemed as if he had come to some type of decision. "No way. Not me. Not my butt," he said as he shook his head back and forth. "I've had enough boss. My nipples are one thing. My butt is another. I'm not going to enjoy that at all, so you just might as well not even bother."

"Let's find out, shall we?" I asked him, slightly surprised at his declaration. I had expected Cody to be so enthralled with the notion that his butt would be even more responsive than his nipples, that he would actually ask me to play with his butt. Cody had not done so and I was a bit disappointed.

"Fine, go ahead, boss," Cody agreed doubtfully, the set and firm tone of his voice indicating that he was certain my efforts would be futile. "Waste your time if you like. I can use the rest."

I crawled out from beneath Cody and climbed up onto my hands and knees. Why bother standing up after all? It was a short trip from Cody's chest to his backside. Before I scurried over to Cody's behind though, I made sure to reposition the sheet of wax paper back underneath Cody. It had become dislodged when I'd crawled beneath Cody to caress his chest and stomach. It looked like Cody did not want to believe that he could be at all aroused just by having his butt touched, especially if his jeans were still on. His doubts and convictions in the matter were sincere, though. I would have to proceed with caution. (See? Mind scans DO come in handy every now and then.) I maneuvered myself into position; beside Cody, on his right, and just behind his buttocks. The target was in clearly in my sights. Time to engage the enemy.

I took a couple of deep relaxing breaths as I controlled my sudden urge to grab those two perfect buns in front of me. Up close like this, Cody's ass was even more sexy and enthralling, if that were possible. Bent over as he was on his hands and knees, was causing those painted on jeans of his to snuggle up against his buttocks, thighs and crotch. The huge bulging wallet in his right hip pocket only added to the strain that those Wrangers of his were under. As much as I wanted to, I could not just plop my hands on Cody's buttocks and start nuzzling them with my hands. The shock would be too great. Cody would enjoy the sensation, but the intensity of the pleasure might actually frighten him. I had to do this slowly, carefully, and delicately. (Isn't it just wonderful the way these things work out? I wanted to do a gentle and slow fondle of Cody's butt, and now I had to for both Cody's sake as well as my own.)

As gently as I could I reached out and touched Cody's left buttock with the tip of my right index finger, pressing down just enough to be sure that he would feel it. I thought it best to stay away from Cody's wallet as that would be less threatening to him. I moved my finger around to follow the seam of the left hip pocket of Cody's jeans.

Cody's body jerked once as he caught his breath in surprise. "What? What happened? What was that, boss?" Cody asked as he turned his head, and looked back at me completely baffled.

"What was what?" I asked aback.

"What did you do, boss?" Cody asked again, looked directly at me. In the back of those emerald green eyes of his I could see the distant but distinct glow of pleasure.

"I traced the seam of the left hip pocket of your jeans, with my right index finger, Cody," I told him truthfully. This was the pivotal moment. If he became frightened at his reaction to this minor stimulation, I would have to abort my plans for the evening, unless I used my powers on him again and forced him to accept and enjoy what I had in mind. I didn't really want to do that, though. It wouldn't be as much fun. While it was true that Cody had to obey me, I had not told him it was completely unconditional. By asking him questions, I was giving him a small but important scope of independent action. It was far more satisfying to me if I could get Cody sexually exited, and have him admit and agree that this is what was happening. Why? Well, because that way Cody retained his humanity and did not become a 'play thing'. Call it respecting your subjects if you like.

"Oh." Cody asked and now a tone of wonder coloured his voice. "It felt well kind a good, boss. It felt like well I'm not really sure what it felt like."

"Did it turn you on, Cody? Did it get you hard?" I pestered him.

"Only a little bit, boss. I could feel my cock stir jut a bit," he admitted in a quiet voice.

I did not bother asking Cody if his cock had gotten soft after I'd stopped grabbing his nipples. It was a logical conclusion that if Cody's cock was just stirring now, that it had become flaccid rather quickly. I traced the seam of the left hip pocket of Cody's jeans a second time, and then filled in the rectangle, if you follow me. Cody's reaction was a more pronounced shuddering of his body, and several sharp intakes of his breath. I also heard one long shuddering sigh escape his lips.

"Keep on telling me how you feel, Cody," I urged him. "It's so easy to do that now, isn't it?"

"Yes, boss," Cody acknowledged. "That was even better than the last time. It felt sort of stronger, I think. I liked it a bit more." Cody let out another soft moan, but it did not come easily. The moan seemed to have to fight its way out. Cody could have given lessons on how to be stubborn.

I placed my left hand on Cody's left buttock and started to move my left hand in a big slow smooth circle (my specialty on buttocks it would seem). Once. Twice. Three times.

"Oh yes" Cody breathed and let out a more relaxed moan. "That DOES feel good, boss. Sort of warm and tingly, and nice."

I wasn't sure who was enjoying this more, Cody or me. I had longed all evening to get my hands on Cody's ass, and here I was, halfway there. Still I knew that slow and steady would be far more arousing for the both of us, than if I were to just saddle Cody's ass with both of my hands and go to town. So, I kept up with the smooth circular caress of Cody's left buttock for a few more minutes. Occasionally, I let my left hand drift down and brush close to Cody's crack. Just enough to tempt and torment him. It was most effective to judge by the louder moans and much stronger shudders that passed through Cody's body when my fingers neared the seam in the center of the back of Cody's jeans. (Do I know what I'm doing or don't I?)

"Would it be okay with you if I were to start massaging your right buttock with my right hand, Cody?" I asked him quietly. I was careful to use the word massage, and not caress, as that term might have upset him.

"Oh, yes, please, boss, please!" Cody called out between moans. "I know it will feel even better to have both of your hands on my butt, boss."

"What about your wallet, Cody?" I teased him.

"What about it, boss?" Cody replied his voice taking on a befuddled tone.

"Well, I might wind up touching it, if I touch your right buttocks. I might even have to remove you wallet to get a good grip on your ass," I cautioned him.

"Who the fuck cares?" Cody asked brushing off my concerns like the dangling threads of a shredded spider's web. "All I want, boss, is both of your hands on my ass, moving all over my ass, playing with my ass. Playing with me. Oh yes! I want that, boss." Cody let out a few more moans, and loosely swung his head back and forth as if his neck was made of rubber.

I smiled to myself at this pleasing change in Cody's attitude. He might not have come right out and said it, but it was clear that he was surrendering himself more and more with each passing moment. I placed my right hand on Cody's right buttock and started to move my right hand in slow smooth steady circles in time with my left hand.

"OH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD!" Cody cried out jerking his head up toward the ceiling. It had taken only a few circles of my hands on his buttocks to solicit this reaction from him. Cody started to pant with excitement as he continued to grunt and groan. "More, please? Oh yes, more. Don't stop, please." Cody kept repeating as I kept up my caressing of his buttocks.

"I must kowtow to you, boss!" Cody suddenly declared as he dropped his head to the carpet, and thrust his denim clad bum upward. Slowly Cody began to sway that grand and glorious gluteus maximus of his in front of my hands. The gentle back and forth swaying of his bum caused my hands to lightly brush all over both buttocks, to Cody's everlasting delight. After a few moments, he continued speaking "I I must present you with all of my ass. Please, boss, please touch the rest of me. My crack, my cock, my balls. Please let those magic fingers of yours touch them too. I ache for your touch, boss. I want it so bad. My body demands it, boss. Please, boss, please? I'll I'll do whatever you want. Anything boss. Really. You just name it and I'll do it." he announced shamelessly, as he continued to sway that beautiful bubble butt of his in front of me.

"That's good," I told him. "And so is this!" I urged him as I moved my right hand down in between his legs. I didn't stop there though. I moved my hand upward and curled my hand around as I let my fingers probe for that hard long cock of Cody's had had to be hanging around there somewhere. I didn't have to send out a search party. I located that monster in only a second or two. It wasn't at all difficult. Cody's cock was long, hard, and even through the denim of his jeans I could feel that cock throbbing.

"You can't cum until I let you, Cody," I reminded him sternly.

"Yes yes, boss," Cody grunted out his agreement. "What what ever you say, boss."

"When you feel yourself getting close to shooting your load, Cody, you will start to bellow like a cow. When you bellow you will take out your cock and point it at the wax paper on the floor," I instructed him.

"A cow, boss?" Cody asked his voice coloured with surprise. Cody grunted and a loud low moan was suddenly launched from his lips, cutting off any further comments or questions. The moan slowly subsided. Cody raised up his head, and turned his head to the right as best he could to try and look at me. I could only see his right profile. Cody open his eyes and smiled at me dreamily. "Yes, of course, boss. A cow. Bellow like a cow." He said blissfully. He turned his head back and slowly raised it up so that he was looking up at the wall in front of him.

I let my hands continue their detailed exploration of Cody's butt, crotch, cock and balls. Well, as much as I could with that denim between me and Cody's skin. Cody shuddered and rocked his body wantonly, as he lost himself in the erotic pleasures that continued to pour into his mind. Cody's bull rider butt was all that I could have hoped for, or wanted. Hard and firm. Smooth with skin tight jeans encasing it. (I let out a moan or two of my own at this point.) Those nice hard butt cheeks of his. I grabbed them with both hands and squeezed them as tightly as I could, which wasn't all that much considering how hard and firm they were. Cody's wallet in his right hip pocket didn't help any. I quickly turned my attention, back to the inside of Cody's thighs. I let my hands move slowly up and down inside of his legs as I stroked him. Cody's only response was more and louder moans. (I don't think that he was exactly capable of constructing a coherent sentence right then.) I moved my hands upwards to the front of Cody's jeans. I located his long hard cock and let my fingers travel along its entire length. His cock throbbed with power and strength. As I continued my gentle stoking of that long hard mound of his, Cody's body quivered with the building tension and desire for his release. Moans, groans, grunts and small barks of excitement were the only sounds that Cody seemed able to make. Human speech now seemed beyond him.