The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"So how's the water now?" Andy called out to me, as he laughed at me, enjoying my predicament.

"Why not come in and see for yourself?" I taunted back at him, unable to think of a snappier comeback. Oddly enough, I wasn't really upset with Andy. Surprised, but not upset. If anything, I was kind of enjoying the sensation of swimming while fully clothed.

"Don't mind if I do!" He cried out and then ran towards the edge of the pool. Andy dove into the pool without a moment's hesitation. I floated there treading water in stunned amazement as I witnessed Andy's fully clothed dive into the pool. He dove down to the bottom of the pool and swam a few feet away as he stroked his way to the surface. I slowly turned about as I watched him come to the surface. His hair was plastered back against his head as I'm sure mine was. Andy swam over to where I was and started to tread water along with me. He grinned at me, his eyes filled with laughter.

"That was completely crazy, I hope you realize," I said to him.

"Of course it was," he agreed. "It was also a lot of fun, too. Admit it."

"It was unexpected, but I don't know if I'd call it fun," I said to him.

'"It was, Paul," Andy said warmly. "You're just surprised that swimming in a suit and tie, in a nice warm pool is such a turn on for you."

I blushed at Andy's words. He had scored a clean hit with his words. I had no idea how he'd known that I was getting an erection while I was floating there treading water. The feeling of the warm water pushing against my legs, pushing the pant legs against my skin was erotic. There was simply no other word for it. The heaviness of the thoroughly soaked suit material was warm and comforting. It reminded me of the way I often felt when I was lying in bed, wrapped in Andy's arms. I looked over at Andy's knowing grin on his face.

"Okay, you're right," I admitted sheepishly, and finally grinned back at Andy. "It's a turn on. A few times I've wondered what it would be like to swim in warm water while fully clothed. I've never found the nerve to take a shower in a suit much less go swimming in one."

"Well now you know what it's like. So what do you think?" Andy asked.

"It's great but I think I'm starting to get tired," I said. "These clothes are getting heavy."

"Okay, follow me to the ladder," Andy said. "Better yet, stay where you are."

"Okay," I said as I continued to tread water, wondering what Andy was up to now. I quickly found out as Andy swam behind me and gently slipped his arm under my chin.

"Just relax and enjoy the ride," Andy said as he towed me across the pool towards the ladder.

I did as I was told. It was kind of fun actually. The trip to the ladder was very short. I climbed up the ladder after Andy as he made his way up and out of the pool onto the deck surrounding the pool. So there we were. Two grown men, in dripping wet suits and ties standing there in the cool evening air. Compared to the warm water of the swimming pool, it was starting to feel down right cold as we stood there. Now I knew the real reason behind why Andy had urged me to empty out the contents of pockets of my clothes.

"We're going to catch a chill if we stand out here too long, you know," I said to Andy as I hugged my arms about my body. "We really should take off these sopping wet clothes."

"Good idea!" Andy tittered as he walked over to stand next to me. I smiled at him in anticipation of having Andy undress me. Any time Andy undresses me it is a wonderful experience, and this was sure to be another enjoyable event. Andy reached out his right hand towards me and gently placed it on the breast pocket of my suit jacket. The smile on Andy's face grew larger as he gripped my jacket pocket firmly with his right hand. Andy yanked down hard on my jacket and I stumbled forward caught by surprise. Andy placed his left hand on my chest as he braced against me and tugged down even more firmly on the breast pocket of my jacket. Suddenly my ears were assaulted by the sound of ripping cloth as the material of my jacket parted under the stress. It was only a small tear, I realized when I flicked my eyes down to look at my suit. Under my startled gaze I saw Andy execute a mighty heave and nearly tear the pocket out of my suit. He stopped just above the lower flapped pocket on my jacket. I looked up at Andy in stunned surprise. I had not even an inkling that he was at all interest in suit destruction. It didn't seem to match the personality man I had come to know all these months. A flash a fear whipped through my mind as my mind traveled back to that night so long ago with Phil Turnbill. As I recalled his strange behavior had been due to his being influenced by another person with the gift, and the changes had been part of a test. I couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this happening again, especially with Andy. Then again, maybe I was just cold. My mind calmed, and my fears melted away as I realized that if I couldn't influence Andy with my gift, it was highly unlikely that anyone else would be able to either.

These thoughts took but a few seconds to flash through my mind, as I stood there in front of Andy with my mouth hanging half open. Before I could even frame a question in my mind, Andy lashed out with his hands and firmly gripped the lower pockets of my suit jacket, one hand on each pocket. Half a breath later Andy pulled down sharply and stripped the pockets from my jacket. Well, he didn't exactly strip the pockets off of my jacket, but he did tear the pockets right down to the lower edge of my suit jacket. He let go of the former pockets of my jacket and let the two strips of material dangle from the front of my suit like old wallpaper peeling from a wall.

Andy stood there with his arm crossed on his chest, chuckling at me with that warm sexy laugh of his. The bemused and confused expression I must have been wearing only added to his enjoyment of the situation.

"What the hairy heck are you doing?" I asked him, once the shock had worn off. I walked right up to him as I asked him the question, unable to fathom why he had attacked my suit.

"Just trying something new," he chortled at me, as he gazed into my eyes.

I flicked my eyes away from Andy's, and with the speed of a snake striking, I reached out and firmly grabbed the lower pockets of Andy's suit jacket. I proceeded to do some yanking of my own. I tugged down hard on the material of Andy's suit jacket. I felt a rush of sweet revenge and yes even joy, as I heard and felt the sodden fabric of Andy's suit jacket part from my efforts. I continued to tug until there were two strips of cloth hanging from Andy's suit jacket. Andy uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on his hips, as he continued to chortle. My right hand darted out and snagged the upper breast pocket on the left side of Andy's suit jacket. Mercilessly I hauled away and tore another satisfying strip into Andy's suit jacket. In only a few eye blinks I had managed to make Andy's suit jacket a match to my own.

"Happy now?" Andy asked me, while still smiling at me.

"Yes, actually," I answered some what surprised at just how good I felt.

"Good!" Andy chuckled. "Time for round two!" With that Andy grabbed me in sudden bear hug and laid one hell of a kiss on my unprotesting lips. My head swam at the unexpected passion of his kiss, not that I was complaining, mind you. Andy broke off the kiss and took a half a step away from me. He pawed at my suit jacket as he fumbled with the buttons. It took him only a second or two to undo them. Having gotten my jacket open, Andy attacked the inside breast pockets of my suit jacket. It took him less than a minute to reduce those two pockets to shreds. I was too stunned from his kiss to do much of anything about all this. I suspected, though, that was the idea behind the kiss in the first place. (Confuse your opponent and then attack. Basic strategy.) Andy's assault on my suit jacket left me with a nice, if you can call it that, hole on the left side of my jacket. The right side of my jacket was torn up, but there wasn't an actual hole in it, since the tears on the inside and the outside did not line up, if you know what I mean.

"My turn!" I cried out gleefully, as I smiled at Andy and launched myself at him. It took me only a few seconds to unbutton Andy's suit jacket. I pushed Andy's jacket open and paused for a few seconds as I marveled at the sight of Andy's massive and muscular torso. It was a distraction, and a most delightful one too. I didn't let that deter me for long, though. I whipped out my hands and latched one hand onto each of the inside pockets of Andy's jacket. One mighty (well mighty for me anyway,) tug later and the inside of Andy's jacket matched mine. I didn't stop there though. As Andy stood there with his arms hanging by his sides while he chuckled at me, I reached over and took a firm grip on his left suit sleeve. Despite my best and most determined efforts though, I could not tear that sleeve off of his jacket. (Believe me I tried!) Failing that, I grabbed the lapels of Andy's suit jacket and slipped his jacket off of that terrific torso of his that stood before me. I let Andy's sopping wet jacket fall on the pool deck unheeded. I was far more interested in the wet dress shirt that clung to Andy's chest and seemed to outline every muscle on his rock hard flat stomach and massive chest. It was easy to see that Andy was not wearing an undershirt, for which I was thankful. An undershirt would have distracted from the wonderful wet look of Andy standing there. His sodden tie, hanging down from his neck and ending just before his belt buckle seemed to somehow add to the effect. I absently noted that Andy was wearing a belt in his pants, a dark brown leather belt with a simple gold buckle. (See I told you I'd wind up finding out whether or not Andy was wearing a belt. Ye of little faith.)

Andy stood there smiling at me, as I took a second or two to catch my breath. (Actually, I just wanted to ogle Andy for a bit, but it sounds more dignified if I say that I had to catch my breath.) Andy didn't make any move to take any further action with me so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I twirled Andy around as a gave him a quick but thorough inspection. He looked as good from the back as he did from the front, but then I was expecting that to be the case. His pants were dripping wet. (Talk about an obvious statement! It wasn't likely that his pants were going to be dry.) The sodden wool blend material of his pants clung to his butt cheeks and in and around his crotch as if those pants were in love with his butt. (Frankly, I could understand the feeling. Lord knows I was in love with Andy and not just for his physical appearance.) The way that those wet suit pants of Andy clung to his buttocks was incredible. The light brown colour of the cloth had darkened to an almost chocolate brown. I peered closer at Andy's butt trying to take in every gorgeous inch of those two handsome half hemispheres draped in dampness, which stood before me. The pants had hip pockets on both sides, with a simple button tab closure on each pocket. My lips curved into a small smile as my hands reached out and patted that beautiful boggy bottom before me.

"I think you're a little wet behind the ears, Andy," I joked at him as I ran my hands over that amazing ass of his.

"How would you know?" Andy asked me in a self-assured voice. "Those aren't my ears that you're checking out, you know."

"Oh I know that," I agreed heartily. A few more soft gentle caresses of my warm hands on Andy's butt caused him to moan out loud softly. My face broke out into a huge grin as my hands fastened onto each hip pocket and with a firm grip I pulled down sharply. The results were unexpected. The right pocket tore down the left side of the pocket and stopped when the pocket was hanging down. The right side of the right hip pocket would not tear for some reason. I was more successful with the left hip pocket. This pocket started to tear down the right side of this pocket and continued long past the end of the pocket. As I continued to pull down with my left hand, the tear continued well into the back of the left pant leg, which exposed not only Andy's left leg, but also allowed me to see that Andy was wearing some plain white boxer shorts. Pleased at my success so far, I shifted my gripe so that my right hand was grabbing firmly on the right side of the tear in the left pant leg of Andy's pants. My left hand grabbed the left side of the tear with a hard and firm grip. I had to drop to my knees to obtain the grip I wanted, but I didn't much care at that point. I was too focused on the task at hand. I took a deep breath and pulled with all my strength. The sweet sound of ripping cloth greeted my ears as I completed the destruction of the back of Andy's left suit pant leg.

I spun Andy around and looked up at him. His wonderfully handsome face was alight with delight. The smile he flashed down at me beamed with approval for my actions. His arms dangled down limply from his shoulders. He wasn't offering me even a token of resistance. All he did was to swallow once or twice and whisper the question, "More?"

I nodded my head at him and dropped my eyes back down to look at the front of Andy's partly ripped suit pants. Front the front, they didn't look all that different, except for the somewhat noticeable tenting that was becoming more pronounced as the minutes ticked by. (Gee, do you think that maybe, just maybe Andy was enjoying all this?) My pants were feeling a bit on the tight side too, and not just because I was on my knees in front of Andy. I too was experiencing a raising of my tent pole, if you know what I mean. I hooked my left hand into the right front pocket of Andy's suit pants, and pulled. I was rewarded with the sound of the pants ripping along the seam. It wasn't all that surprising, since these front angle pockets of Andy's pants were anchored at the bottom right at the seam of the pants. Once the threads of the anchoring were snapped, the pants parted easily along the seam. Not only was the sound pleasing, but it got my tent pole up a few more notches. I tugged and pulled until I had ripped those pants of Andy's all the way to the cuffed bottoms.

My right hand found its way into the left front pocket of Andy's pants and proceeded to execute its mission. A sudden surge of strength and my ears were rewarded with the ravishingly refreshing sound of ripping cloth. I let out a long slow sigh of delight. Until tonight I had not realized that my suppressed fantasy of ripping the clothing off of a man was going to pale to the reality of the act. If it had been someone else, and not my dear sweet Andy, I doubt that I would have been as enraptured with the experience as I was. As with the right side of Andy's pants, I tugged and pulled until I had ripped those pants along the seam, all the way to the cuffed bottoms.

I backed up a few inches, (not easy to do when one is on one's knees, by the way) to take a good look at my handiwork. I was most pleased. Andy's pants were in tatters. He would not be wearing that suit in public again, unless he were going to a costume party as a bum. I blinked my eyes a few times as I marveled at my work. I had never done this before, ripped the pants off of another guy and it was strangely satisfying. Andy looked down at me and grinned. He stood there and reveled in ravishment. It is difficult to say which of us was the more pleased. I reached up and undid the buckle of Andy's belt. It took me but a moment to pull the belt out of his pants, and toss the belt aside. Andy's pants were still on, and thus I had not actually ripped those pants off of Andy. This was an oversight that I gleefully decided to correct. I grabbed the front of Andy's pants and pulled his zipper open. I took a firm grip on that fly and pulled down and all my strength. To my dismay nothing happened. I could not get Andy's pants to tear at the base of his zipper and along the crotch of his pants. (Where's a pair of scissors when you need one?) I pulled and tugged at the front of Andy's pants. Finally the front of his pants parted under the strain. I looked over at left side of Andy's pants and noticed that the small metal hook at the front of his pants had pulled out the small metal tab from the right side of Andy's pants. It was definite now. Without some major repairs, Andy's pants were destined for the rag box.

As I knelt there in front of Andy, I could not help but marvel at the sight of his white boxer shorts, and the long hard object that was pushing out against the thin cotton material. The boxers were still wet enough to cling very suggestively to that object, which made that object seem all the larger. Gently I reached up and stroked that joystick of Andy's. He moaned out loud and a shudder passed through his body. I flicked my eyes up to glance at Andy's face. He was still smiling, but his eyes were closed in ecstasy. I let my hands slowly play that organ of Andy's. As the minutes passed he started to sway back and forth, as the pleasure filled his mind. His arms and hand hung limply by his sides. He could not have resisted even if he'd wanted to, and I was sure that at this point resistance was the last thing on his mind.

"Strip, Dear Heart," I said to him in a soft and gentle voice.

"Yes, Texas," he replied as his hands moved up towards the knot of his tie. I kept Andy entertained, as he undid his tie and slipped it off. He continued to moan softly as he started to unbutton his shirt. I knew, though, that it was my hands on his cotton enshrouded cock that was pleasing him, and not the removal of his clothing. Although, I could have been wrong about that. (Not bloody likely!) I watched transfixed as Andy slowly undid each button of his dress shirt starting with the collar button and working his way down. I had seen Andy strip for me many times, but I never failed to be enthralled by it. It was something more than just seeing a muscular good looking man (who was NOT hypnotized in this case), taking off his clothes. It was Andy. My Andy. And that, frankly, made all the difference. If you've ever been in love, you know what I mean. If you haven't well, I can't explain it to you.

Once the last button was undone, Andy paused for a short while, as he let his arms hang limply by his sides. Perhaps he was tired, but I doubted it. I think it was more likely that he wanted to let me savor the experience. He knew how much I enjoyed watching him undress. Slowly and sexily Andy pealed that wet dress shirt off of his chest. He held the shirt out to the sides as he slowly started to remove the shirt from his back. Rather, he tried to but he encountered some difficulties. The dress shirt down hung free from Andy's chest but the shirt was still glued to his back. Try as he might he could not seem to pull it off of his back. (I would have gladly gotten up and helped him, but my hands were full at the moment. ) Andy brought his hands together behind his back. It took him a moment or two for his two hands to find each other, but once they did he grabbed the cuff of his left shirt sleeve with his right hand and slowly withdrew his left arm from the left sleeve of his dress shirt. It reminded me of seeing a snake shedding its skin, except the that shirt did not turn inside out. Once Andy had freed his left arm from that clinging shirt, he let go of the cuff of the left sleeve of the shirt. It was a simple matter now for Andy to bring his hands together in front of him and have his left hand grab the cuff of the right sleeve of the shirt. The left cuff of Andy's shirt was dragging on the pool deck, as he brought that shirt around to his front, but he didn't seem to care about that. I noticed it, but I really didn't care about it either. Easily Andy pulled his right arm out of the right sleeve of his shirt, and flashed me a triumphant grin. With a flourish Andy balled up his shirt and tossed it over his back, uncaring as to where it might land. This left only Andy's boxer shorts, shoes and socks to be removed.