"You never were gay, Dallas," I assured him. "All I did was hypnotize you and your buddies to teach you all a lesson, which was that you should never have messed with me in the first place."
"Yeah, I guess I see your point," he admitted reluctantly.
"I don't intend to do anything more with you or your buddies tonight, since I've proven my point," I said to Dallas. "Your two buddies might not admit it, but you already have. Frankly Dallas, I'm surprised that you even hang around with guys like this. You could find much better friends. It's something you might want to think about."
"Maybe," Dallas said. "But what happens now?"
"Now you and your buddies leave," I answered him. "Cowboy up, Dallas." At the sound of his trigger phrase, Dallas returned to his trance. I placed my fingers on Dallas' forehead and did a quick mental probe of his mind. I was pleased to discover that his feelings of shame, remorse and fear were genuine. He had actually been afraid that I'd turned him gay, and he was immensely relieved when I proved to him that this was not the case. What pleased me the most though, was Dallas's honest intention to think on what I had said regarding finding a better class of friends. He actually felt some guilt over what he and the other two cowboys had tried to do to me tonight. So there was hope for Dallas. I could have implanted a suggestion to have him find better friends, but that would not have been the right thing to do. Dallas had to make such a decision on his own. I could only hope and pray that he would see Cody and Justin for what they really were.
It took me only a few moments to bring all three of the cowboys out of their trances again. I told them their feet were unstuck and then asked them to leave. Both Cody and Justin tried to grab me as I walked them to the front door. The surprise on their faces, when they discovered that they could not force their hands to grab me was most enjoyable. I think it was only then that the truth really penetrated those thick skulls of theirs. Dallas, I was pleased to note, didn't try anything. He merely stood there waiting for Cody and Justin to join him.
I escorted these somewhat shamed and re-educated cowboys down the hallway to the elevators. I stood near the end of the hall watching the cowboys as they stood waiting for the elevator to arrive. Their shame and embarrassment grew with each passing minute. Soon they could not even look me in the eye, they were so embarrassed at their appearance. There was a ding as the elevator arrived, and the elevator doors opened. To my surprise Andy walked out past the cowboys. To say that he was surprised by what he saw, would be a vast understatement. He could only stare at the cowboys with a look of total incomprehensibility as he watched these three red faced cowboys, their heads hung low, walk past him with very large wet areas on the fronts of their jeans, and their shirts. The cowboys didn't even look at Andy. All they wanted was to get home, and as far away from me as they possibility could. It had been, for them anyway, and eye opening evening, and one that I knew they would remember for a long, long time. I only hoped that it did them some good in the long run.
When the cowboys had entered an elevator and the elevator doors had closed, Andy blinked his eyes and came back to his senses. Andy headed over to me and walked me back into my apartment. Andy's late night arrival at my apartment was completely unexpected. He explained that he was on his dinner break from his shift and since it was a slow night, for a Friday, he decided to spend his dinner break with me. Needless to say, I was thrilled and delighted. While I reheated something for him in the microwave oven, I made him a fresh cup of coffee and some decaffeinated coffee for myself. It was about 11:30 PM, so I wasn't exactly hungry.
"So how was your evening out with Cindy and Jeff?" Andy asked me as he sat down with me at the kitchen table and we waited for the water to boil.
"A lot of fun," I answered with a smirk.
"Good," he said as he eyed me. "I don't suppose you'd care to explain that little scene out in the hallway?"
"You mean the cowboys who passed you in the elevator?" I asked him and batted my eyes at him innocently.
"Yes, I mean the cowboys I passed in the elevator," Andy said to me as he shot me one of his you-know-what-I'm-talking-about looks. "I know that they were leaving this apartment, which means, logically, that you had something to do with their unusual appearances, not to mention their acute embarrassment. I am a bit surprised, Paul. You've always told me that you never embarrass your subjects, yet these guys were clearly embarrassed. That's not like you. What happened?"
"It's a long story, Andy, but I'll try to keep it as short as I can," I said to him as the microwave dinged announcing that Andy's supper was ready. "I know you don't have a lot of time. It all started at the restaurant"
It took me about fifteen minutes to tell Andy the story of my night's adventures. He dug into his meal, eating quickly, but his attention was focused on my narrative. His eyes went cold and his face took on a menacing expression at the mention of the three cowboys trying to gang up on me. I'm sure he felt slightly guilty at not being able to be there to protect me. His anger and guilt evaporated and were quickly replaced by surprise and mirth as I described how I had extracted myself from that difficult situation. He even clapped his hands with approval as I described the rodeo and the lessons I had taught those three cowboys. When I confessed to him exactly how I had touched those three cowboy's penises in the alleyway, he brushed it off as an insignificant action. In fact, he kissed me passionately full on my lips when I told him. When I asked why the kiss, he said that it was to thank me for being honest with him about touching another man, and keeping my promise to him. By the time that Andy left to go back to work, we were both laughing over my night's adventures. Andy smiled at me as he told me that he'd never have to worry about me being bored, or about my not being able to take care of myself when he wasn't around.
I wrapped my arms about Andy, and pressed my lips urgently on his in a long drawn out kiss. When we came up for air I made it clear to him, in no uncertain terms, that I wanted and expected him to be around to take care of me for a very long time. He hugged me with one of his big strong grizzly bear hugs as he seconded my motion. All too soon he had to let me go and head back to work, though.
Is there any question, that I "married" one gem of a man?
Chapter 7. Moonlight, Feels Right.
I had waited for nearly two months but finally this weekend had arrived. I had been hard pressed to contain my excitement at work regarding the coming long weekend in May. Sure to everyone else it was just another Victoria Day holiday weekend, but this one was going to be very special for me, and for Andy. We were going to have some absolute privacy out at a country house owned by one of Andy's friends. We now considered ourselves 'married' and this weekend getaway was something that we were both looking forward to, a lot. We were going to have a chance to really get to know each other and spend a lot of time together. In a way, it was going to be a bit of a test, to see if we could stand each other's company for three solid days, without driving each other crazy. Andy and I were different. Very different, and we both knew that. Some give and take in our relationship would be necessary to get us over the bumps we were bound to run into. Maybe with time, the wedding bands we wore would be for real. I sincerely hoped so, but it was much too early to do anything more than hope. I dared not speak such a thought out loud, to Andy or anyone else, afraid that just the sound of my own voice would shatter such a fragile thing. So, I tucked that hope away deep in my heart. Daring to take it out and look at it only when I was alone, or when I knew Andy to be fast asleep. On such fragile hopes as these, are dreams built.
Andy picked me up on Friday night at about 7 PM, which gave me plenty of time to pack a suitcase for a weekend stay in the country. I had to admit though, I was puzzled at his insistence that I pack one of my best suits, as well as one of my older worn suits. I didn't give it much thought though, since I was so excited about being able to really spend time with Andy. Oddly, it was also kind of frightening. The longest that we'd ever spent any time together was about a day and a half on a weekend at my apartment, which was one place that we were unlikely to be interrupted. Andy's work hours, not to mention mine, made it difficult to be sure that we could spend a lot of time together. We still couldn't spend much time at Andy's house, because of Chuck. He accepted our relationship, but down deep inside he did not understand it. He never came out and said anything, but it was clear that Chuck felt uncomfortable if we showed any overt affection to each other, such as kissing, when he was around. Andy and I discussed it, and we agreed it was best not to push the issue with Chuck. Maybe with time he would come to completely approve as well as accept our marriage. I can't say that I was happy with that arrangement, but I understood why it was necessary to make the concession to Chuck. If I put myself at odds with Chuck, it could lead to Andy having to choose between the two of us. I didn't want that, and I was fairly sure that Andy didn't either. So, I did my best to accept that this was one adjustment I would have to make and live with. Actually, after the first few weeks it turned out not to be that big a deal. Chuck and I became friends, of a sort anyway. We were not buddies, but we enjoyed each other's company for the most part, even if Andy wasn't around.
I had underestimated Chuck, though. He was much more than what he seemed. He was more that just Andy's troop mate, and closest friend. He was a decent, caring, compassionate, understanding, and gentle man. He was also honest with me about many things. The first time that we were alone together (Andy was late getting off from work), Chuck asked me to promise me that I would never hypnotize him in public or even if we were alone. When I asked why he wanted such a promise from me, Chuck told me that he didn't ever want to come between Andy and me. Chuck figured that the best way to insure that was to avoid temptation, thus if I promised never to hypnotize him, I would never be tempted by seeing Chuck hypnotized. Chuck wasn't being vain when he said this to me. He was being honest. He knew, through talking with Andy, how much I liked to hypnotize good looking men, especially men in uniform. Chuck was good looking, although not as good looking as Andy. (Okay, so I wasn't exactly being objective with that statement.) Still, Chuck could be a temptation to me, as has been pointed out during that rather intense evening at my apartment a few months ago. Chuck's request was logical and reasonable. I looked him in the eye (without any super hypnosis commands) and made him that promise. To this day, I've kept it.
The trip out from the city to the house out in the country wasn't very long, only about thirty minutes. I insisted that we stop at one of the local grocery stores so that I could pick up a chocolate cake. When Andy asked why, I told him the simple truth. I wanted something special to celebrate our weekend together. Andy merely smiled at me, and asked me to keep hold of the cake while he drove. Other than that, the trip out to the country house was uneventful. We talked to pass the time, and listened to the radio as well.
After Andy parked his car in the driveway, I carefully got out of the car carrying the cake. I followed Andy in through the front door and into the kitchen. It was a surprisingly large bungalow country house. There were four bedrooms, a kitchen, a dinning room, a living room (with fireplace), and of course a full bathroom with a two man bathtub and a large and deep Jacuzzi. The master bedroom was locked, which was to be expected. It was the private domain of the owner of the house and I felt sure he would not have wanted us using his bedroom. One of the smaller bedrooms was also locked, and had a sign that said "STORAGE" on the door. That still left two bedrooms available for Andy and me to use. Both bedrooms were equipped with queen sized beds, which pleased me. We would have a choice of where we could spend the night. It was all somewhat more than I had expected. Andy only smiled at my remark and told me to take a look out back. Curious, I did so and was amazed to discover a full sized in ground swimming pool. The pool area wasn't enclosed against the weather but there was a six foot high chain link fence encircling the pool area about twenty five feet out from the edge of the pool. This fence had a couple of locked gates at opposite ends of the pool. I looked over at Andy and raised one eyebrow quizzically. Andy smiled at me, as he fished a key ring out of the right front pocket of his jeans. He held up one key, and smiled at me as he nodded his head. The message was clear. We would be able to make use of the pool if we wanted to. I found out later that the locks on the gate were one way. That is you needed a key to open the gate from the outside, but the gates could always be opened from the inside, without a key. After getting everything settled in the kitchen, and unpacking my clothes I headed out to the pool. I was curious about the pool. Andy followed me so that he could unlock the gate and let me in.
Andy unlocked the gate and held it open for me as I walked past him and headed for the swimming pool. Moments later I knelt down at the edge of the pool and dipped my hand into the crystal clear chorine scented water. "Hey, it's warm!" I cried out in surprise. I had certainly not expected to encounter a heated in ground swimming pool.
"Yes, it's a heated swimming pool," Andy said as he smiled at my surprise.
I looked more closely into the pool. In addition to the painted lanes on the bottom of the pool, I noticed several large round white slightly domed objects scattered across the walls of the pool at what seemed to be regular intervals. "What the heck are those things?" I asked Andy as I tried to puzzle out what they could be.
"Underwater lights," he answered still smiling at my confusion. "They turn on automatically at night."
"Oh they do, do they?" I asked. "It's too bad that I didn't pack my bathing suit," I commented, and grinned back at Andy.
"Yes, that is too bad," Andy agreed. "I didn't bring my bathing suit either, come to think of it." Andy said as he schooled his face into his best expression of innocence and surprise.
"Right," I said with a single node of my head. The tone of my voice made that one word convey a world of meaning. Andy smiled back at me with a clear twinkle in his eyes. I'm sure my eyes were probably doing some twinkling of their own. Unless I was really misreading Andy, which seemed highly unlikely, the same two words were rolling about in his mind as well: Skinny dipping. A heated swimming pool, not a bathing suit in sight for miles, and all the privacy we could possibly want. The conditions were certainly right, now if only the weather would hold.
"How about we save that for tomorrow night?" I asked him.
"Why whatever do you mean?" Andy asked as he batted his eyes innocently at me. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and fixed a mock frown on my face that said "Nice try with the baby face routine, but I'm not buying it." Andy's innocent routine lasted for all of twenty seconds before he started chuckling. "Why wait until tomorrow night, though? Are you shy?" Andy teased me.
"Not at all," I answered him. "I just had something else in mind." I winked at him.
"Such as?" Andy prompted me.
"I saw the Jacuzzi, and I got to thinking," I answered with a grin, raising my eyebrows up and down a couple of times.
"Really?" Andy asked in reply. "Care to elaborate?" He asked me as he escorted me out from the pool and back to the house.
"Well, I was thinking about the Jacuzzi, you, me, and the bubbles," I said to him as I wrapped an arm about his waist and laid my head on his right shoulder during the short walk back into the house. I do so enjoy touching Andy, that I try to take advantage of every opportunity to feel my skin against his.
"Good idea!" Andy agreed heartily as he suddenly scooped me up in a fireman's carry and headed off towards the bathroom. I chucked with mirth as Andy once again hauled me around like a sack of potatoes. The trip to the bathroom was short and sweet. As soon as Andy put me back down on my feet I wrapped my arms about his neck and pulled his head down to plant a firm long and deep kiss onto those oh so sweet sexy lips of his. Oh boy, did he ever kiss back! Andy's kisses were like him, sweet, strong and at the same time as tender and gentle as a newborn baby. After a few moments in heaven I gently pushed Andy way. He stood there looking at me with a perplexed half smile on his face, unsure what I was up to.
I reached up and unbuttoned my light blue cowboy shirt. As I slipped it off, Andy's eyes lit up. "It's going to cost you one kiss to get me to remove each article of my clothing," I quipped. "So pay up if you want to see more," I teased as I let my shirt fall from my fingers. I stood there in front of Andy, my hands on my hips, a smirking grin on my face.
Andy looked at me and tilted his head sideways at me as if he were unsure exactly what I meant. (That could not possibly be the case, though. He knew me well enough by now and I wasn't exactly being subtle. He was up to something. I just knew it.) Suddenly Andy reached back and tugged off his dark gray golf shirt in one quick and smooth motion. He grinned back at me for a moment and then crossed his arms in front of his chest. "No, YOU owe me a kiss first," he said. "So YOU pay up, mister." He smiled at me, and in his soft brown doe like eyes I could once again see that special warm glow that was for me alone. (God, how I loved that man! I only hoped that he knew exactly how much I did love him.)
"Well, if I have to, I guess I have to," I said with a quiet sigh, as if I were resigning myself to doing an unpleasant task. I let the smile fade from my face as I spoke. My masquerade lasted for all of two seconds, if that. "Oh, yeah!" I cried out in glee as I wrapped my arms about that muscular torso of Andy's and raised my face up towards his to plant my lips firmly against his. Andy uncrossed his arms and gently wrapped them about me, with the gentle strength that I had come to expect from him. Now that the way was clear, I moved in close and pressed my lips firmly against his as I gave him a long and wonderful kiss, holding him close and tight.
Andy broke away from me, effectively ending our kiss. His eyes didn't leave mine as he drew me back towards him and took his turn in this kissing game of ours. Kiss and strip off another article of clothing, those were the rules. In this case it was the dark blue jeans that I was wearing which were removed by my willing hands and fingers. I had to break away from Andy to accomplish that, though, which proved to be a somewhat more difficult task than I had thought. Have you ever tried to remove your jeans without first taking off your cowboy boots? It's not easy, believe me! Andy just stood there chuckling at my predicament. He offered to help, but my stubborn male pride asserted itself and I brushed aside his offer. It took me a few minutes of sweating and a few curse words but I succeeded. Andy grinned at me warmly while clapping softly at my accomplishment. I looked at him for a second as I stood there in my underwear, socks and cowboy boots. (Yes I was wearing a belt in my jeans with a cowboy belt buckle, but I decided not to count that as a separate item of clothing.) I smiled back at him and bowed to him acknowledging his praise. I walked up to Andy and planted another kiss on those soft sensuous lips of his, hugging him tightly at the same time. About thirty seconds later, Andy let up on the kiss and move away from me, as he got ready to continue playing this game. The sneaky little devil took off one of his running shoes though, instead of taking off his jeans. I didn't think that was at all fair considering the effort I had put into pulling my jeans off over my cowboy boots.
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