The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

Andy slowly pushed my hands away from his rock hard cock. I didn't resist. I knew what was coming next. Andy placed his hands on his boxer shorts and with one simple push pealed them off of his beautiful body like an expert chef pealing a grape. He held out the elastic band with his hands as he carefully stepped out of his boxers. As Andy stood there in all his glory, he balled up his boxer shorts and like his shirt before them, he tossed the boxers over his back uncaring as to where they might land. Andy slowly lowered himself to the ground until he was sitting on his buttocks with his rock hard cock jutting out in front of him like a forty-five degree flag pole, and his legs stretched out in front of him. It took Andy only a minute or so to reach down and slowly remove his shoes and socks from his feet. First he removed the shoes and sock from his right foot and tossed them over his back. Still grinning at me all the while, he reached down and removed the shoe and sock from his left foot. Both items followed their mates over Andy's back. Why am I bothering to describe such a mundane and ordinary action? Well, Andy is one of those rare guys who can make taking off his shoes and socks a sexy and erotic event. It wasn't just the fact that this magnificent specimen of the human male body was sitting there nude, except for his footwear. It was the way that Andy reached down and grasped each shoe and sock with his hands. He had a way of looking at you and making you feel as if it were your body that his hands were touching as they removed each item of his clothing. Andy didn't leer at you exactly, it was more as if his gaze looked into your soul and touched that secret part of you that you hide from everyone. It was at times like this that I was amazed that Andy saw something special in me that he didn't see in anyone else. I knew that with his good looks (Boy is THAT an understatement! Andy was drop dead gorgeous, a major league stud muffin if ever there was one!) and loving personality Andy could have had any man that he showed the slightest interest in. I was amazed, and still am to this very day, that Andy loves me above all others. I don't know what I've done in my life to deserve such a man as Andy, but every day I thank God for the time I can have with him. (Okay, I'll stop with the mushy stuff before we have national Kleenex shortage.)

Andy was only a couple of feet away from me, as he sat there nude in front of me. Carefully he got up on his knees and made his way over to me. I stood there on my knees in front of Andy, too transfixed with this beautiful man to move a muscle. (You would think that after all the many months we'd spent in each other company, I'd be used to Andy by now, and that the sight of him nude before me would not overpower me. But it did then, and it still does to this very day. Some miracles just keep on happening.) He waved me to my feet. Reluctantly I complied. I would much rather have stayed there on my knees with Andy. I gazed down at Andy and my fingers actually ached to feel them wrapped about his cock once again. Andy motioned me to turn around and again I reluctantly complied. I suppose it was only fair. I'd seen his butt in those suit pants of his, so he had every right to see mine. Suddenly I felt a strong tug on my backside and my ears picked up the sound of ripping cloth, followed by a cool draft on my backside. You didn't need a PHD in physics to realize that Andy was starting to rip my suit pants to shreds. As Andy's plan of action started to penetrate my fogbound mind, I decided to save some time. I attacked my tie and quickly undid it while I was facing away from Andy. By the time Andy had spun me back around to face him, I had already tossed my tie aside, and had my shirt pulled out from my pants. While Andy gripped the front pockets of my pants in preparation of inflicting one of his Herculean yanks on them, I quickly got to work on the buttons of my shirt. Andy's yank on the front pockets of my pants pulled me to my knees. (What can I say? I get weak in the knees, literally, when I'm around Andy.) Andy chuckled at me and motioned me to climb back to my feet. As I did so, I managed to get the last button on my shirt undone. I braced myself for Andy's next tug on my pants. I closed my eyes as I waited for him to render my pants asunder. (For some strange reason just the thought of him doing that was sending a thrill through my body.) I let out a long low moan of joy as I once again felt the strong yank from Andy, then seconds later reveled in the sound of ripping cloth. There was a brief pause, and then more ripping. Another brief pause, a much stronger yank which nearly brought me to my knees again, followed by the sound of more cloth being ripped. After about a minute or so the ripping stopped and I opened my eyes.

Looking down I saw that Andy had not only torn the front pockets of my suit pants out, but had managed to open my fly and tear out the crotch of my pants. I guess all that time the gym had paid off. Andy was strong enough to rip the fly and crotch out of my pants, whereas I was unable to accomplish such a task. I blinked at Andy a couple of times, as my hands made their way back up to my wet clinging dress shirt. I gazed into those deep dark doe like brown eyes of Andy's as I peeled my shirt and my suit jacket off of my chest. It was then that I realized that I had not removed my suit jacket as of yet. Unlike Andy, I had no difficulties in slipping my shirt off. (I guessed that my shirt had dried enough so that it wasn't sticking to my body as much as Andy's shirt has stuck to his.) I wadded my shirt and suit jacket up into a ball and tossed them nonchalantly over my shoulder, while keeping my eyes locked on Andy's. I undid my belt and slipped it out of what remained of my pants, while letting my lips curve into a gentle and soft smile. I curled up my belt and tossed it over my shoulder. I placed my hands on my hips and stood there looking down at Andy. I pushed down slightly on the tattered remains of my pants as I stood there in front of Andy, silently urging him to take the next step.

Suddenly my pants slipped down and off my hips of their own accord. I looked down a the front of my pants and discovered that Andy had not only torn the fly out of my pants but torn away the front fastening. With my belt gone there was nothing to hold up my pants except sheer willpower. Unfortunately for me (or fortunately, depending on your viewpoint), the law of gravity remained in effect, and my pants were still subject to that law. So like it or not, my pants collapsed around me leaving me standing there in front of Andy in only my briefs, shoes and socks. (Yes, there IS a God!) I blushed, not much, but enough for Andy to notice.

Andy looked up at my face and grinned a warm smile at me. His eyes twinkled with suppressed laughter as he reached over and snatched my briefs, tugging down on them firmly. Moments later my briefs joined the remnants of my pants lying around my ankles, and my stiff cock popped up and out now freed from its confinement. Andy licked his lips at the sight of my erect penis. I stepped out of pile of clothing about me. Slowly I lowered myself to the pool deck, keeping my eyes firmly on Andy the whole time. He didn't move a muscle. He remained kneeling in front of me, waiting to see what I would do. Once I was sitting comfortably, I stretched out my legs towards Andy.

"Would you care to do the honors?" I teased him, as I lifted my right leg up and waved my right foot just in front of Andy's face.

"But of course," he answered as he placed both hands on my right shoe and firmly pulled it off of my right foot. He peeled off my right sock a few seconds later. For half a heartbeat I had thought he was going to clamp his teeth on my sock and pull it off without using his hands. It was just as well that he didn't do that since my feet had a bouquet that was not exactly on par with that of a fresh cut rose. It took Andy only a few moments to remove my left shoe and sock from my left foot, which evened the playing field between us. I stood up suddenly, catching Andy by surprise. Without so much as a whisper of a word to him, I turned about and walked over to the edge of the pool. Taking a deep breath I shot a quick glance at Andy before I dived head first into the pool. After the last few minutes of the cool evening air, the warm waters of the swimming pool were a welcome change. I surfaced a few moments later and looked about for Andy. I saw him still sitting there by the pool, unmoved from his pervious position. The puzzled expression on his face was priceless.

"Come on in, the water's fine," I yelled over to him, as I bobbed in the pool treading water. Andy stood up, walked over to the edge of the pool and dove into the water. He surfaced a few moments later several feet away from me. With only one or two powerful strokes of his muscular arms Andy was soon treading water beside me. I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms about Andy as I pulled him towards me. Moments later I felt Andy's arms about me. As we slipped under the surface of the water, our lips met. I'm no Olympic athlete, so our underwater kiss lasted only a minute or so. But it was far from the only underwater kiss that night. That kiss sent us off into a wet, wild, wacky and wonderful world of frolicking that was unlike anything I had ever done in a swimming pool before. We swam around and about each other like a pair of love crazed otters. I was amazed that we didn't drown outright. I don't know if it was the warm water or just the freedom of knowing that we were alone, but I did things that I didn't think I would ever have done before. We played our own little sexual version of underwater tag. The person who was 'it' had to try to get the other guy's cock into his mouth. This was a real challenge, let me tell you. Just when I thought I had him, Andy would somehow slither or slip away from me like some greased eel. I eventually succeeded though. Andy had just as much trouble tagging me, when he was 'it'. So it wasn't a one sided game by any means.

After about an hour of this, we were both tired and agreed that we'd had enough. Andy's lips were blue a sure sign that we needed to call it quits. As I emerged from the water I started to shiver and my teeth started to chatter. I'm sure that my lips were as blue as Andy's. We gather up our clothes and headed back into the warmth of the house. Once we arrived in the kitchen we dropped our clothes and rags on the floor as we each headed off to our bedrooms for some warm clothes. The last thing that either of us wanted right then was to catch a chill. We had only a couple more days to spend together and we did not want to lose them for anything.

It took me only a few minutes to climb into fresh socks, underwear, undershirt, a pale yellow cotton twill cowboy shirt and my favorite pair of blue jeans. I met up with Andy in the kitchen where he was bending over to pick up both piles of clothes from the floor. (Talk about good timing!) I was treated to the sight of Andy's big firm fleshy RMCP butt shrink-wrapped in a pair of light blue snug fitting jeans. If that doesn't heat your blood up a few degrees, nothing will. Andy stood up with the combined pile of clothes in his arms and dropped them on the kitchen table. Andy was wearing a white RMCP T-shirt of all things. It was a close fitting, T-shirt that emphasized Andy's muscular chest and arms. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Andy looks good in anything, and even in nothing at all.

"I'll sort and put out the trash, if you'll fix us both a large hot cup of coffee," Andy said to me as he looked over at me and gave me one of his sexy winks. (God! Everything about that man was sexy!) I smiled back at him as I nodded my head in agreement. I filled the electric kettle with water and plugged it in. It took me only a few minutes to set out the coffee mugs, and plop a teaspoon of instant coffee into each of them. I decided to add the sugar later. I'm sure I had some kind of goofy love sick expression on my face as I watched Andy sort out our clothes. Frankly, though I didn't care if anyone saw me looking like that. I was thankful for being able to spend this time with Andy. Finally we were alone and I was going to wring every drop of joy out of the situation that I could. Who knew when we'd be able to arrange a weekend like this again?

Andy took what remained of our suits and put them into a garbage bag. The shirt, socks and underwear he popped into the dryer. The laundry room was small but well equipped, it turned out. The ties and belts he hung over the shower curtain rail, in the bathroom to dry out. Both ties were silk, which mean that they were probably ruined. However the ties could be used again for our next suit dipping experience, which is why we didn't throw them out. The shoes we left outside to dry. They were probably ruined too, but would be useful for our next pool side adventure. We chatted for a bit as we waited for the water to come to a boil. A few seconds later it seemed the kettle started to whistle. We finished making our coffee, and with coffee mugs and saucers in hand we made our way out the living room to spend some quality time watching television and cuddling. It was only about eight PM, and much too early to go to bed. (Some people would disagree with me on that point, I'm sure. Let's just say we wanted to save THAT event for a few hours later.)

We watched a little television and caught up on the headline news while we sipped our coffee. I found myself paying more attention to Andy than to the television set. (Who can blame me?) About a half an hour later we took our empty coffee mugs to the kitchen and stood there in the kitchen looking at each other, unsure of what to do next. I walked over in to the living room and looked about. My eyes settled on the stereo. I paused to look at it, and was pleased to notice that there was a multiple CD player unit among the various components. I smiled to myself as I gave birth to a wonderful idea.

"Andy would you mind moving the living room furniture about to make some room?" I asked him as I headed off to the guest bedroom that I was using.

"What for?" He asked me, puzzled at my request.

"I'm going to set the single white candle and I'd like as much free room as possible," I called back to him as I started heading down the hallway.

"Just to kneel down and pray?" Andy asked my retreating back. I was too far away to yell back an answer to him. It took me only a minute or two to rummage through my bags to find the white candle, candle holder, matches and the CDs that I wanted. (Yes I had something more than praying in mind.) I walked back into the living room to find that Andy was just finishing up his shifting of the living room furniture. He had managed to shove nearly everything off to the sides, except for the coffee table. I smiled. It was just perfect for what I had in mind. I made my way to the coffee table, by way of the stereo. I manage to drop off the CDs on top of the main unit, without Andy noticing. (I liked to think that he was watching my butt in those snug jeans of mine. I looked at Andy's face, in the bright light of the living room, and as he raised his face and eyes to meet mine, I saw a slight flush creep across his face.

"Were you watching my butt as I walked about the room, Andy?" I teased him.

"Well,uhm.yes, actually," he answered with just a touch of nervousness. "Why not? You've ogled me enough times, I'm sure."

"True enough," I admitted as I chuckled at his discomfort. Andy was till getting used to being comfortable with his 'gayness', as strange as that might sound. It is one thing to admit to yourself that you're gay. It is another to do what comes naturally, that is to admire and stare at another man's butt, and not feel embarrassed by it. Social stigmas and taboos die hard. Andy would never know it, but I was only a couple of steps ahead of him in learning how to 'be' gay.

"Come kneel with me, dear heart," I said to him as I bent over and placed the small white pillar candle on its stand. I took the matches and lit the candle, being careful to slip the cooled and extinguished match into the front of the matchbook cover. The candle stand had a felt covered bottom so it would not mar the coffee table.

"Be right there, Texas," Andy called out as he flipped off the lights in the kitchen and the living room. Moments later he placed his left hand in my right hand and in unison we knelt before the burning candle. Andy disengaged his hand from mine as he placed his hands in a prayer position. I followed suit. Our prays to God were silent and private. We took our time. After praying to God, we turned to face each other. Slowly Andy separated his hands and took my hands in his. He looked me in the eyes and whispered to me, "Thank you for loving me, Texas."

"Grow old along with me, dear heart," I whispered back at him. With those two simple lines we pledged our love and commitment to each other, anew. Slowly we drew each other close and let our lips meet in a soft gentle loving kiss. Our arms wrapped themselves about our upper bodies of their own accord in a gentle loving embraced that mirrored our kiss. I don't know how long that kiss and embrace lasted, but it was wonderful, as it always was.

'No. Don't do that just yet," I said in hushed tones as Andy leaned towards the candle intending to blow it out. "Stay right where you are," I cooed, as I got up and headed for the stereo. It took me only a few minutes to insert my CDs into the CD player and press the random play button. Moments later soft guitar music emerged from the speakers, followed soon by the sexy southern accented voice of John Michael Montgomery beginning to sing a song called 'Hold On To Me'. A lump came to my throat as I walked over to Andy and took his hands in mine. (I always get a lump in my throat when I hear that song. Yup. I'm a secret sappy sentimental romantic at heart.) Gently I pulled Andy to his feet, and looking directly in his eyes muttered "Dance with me."

"Anytime, anywhere, and always," Andy muttered back at me as he took my right hand in his left hand, and held our arms out and away from our bodies. He placed my left arm about his waist, and snaked his right arm about my waist. He took one small step, and we were off. We slow danced about the living room for hours, quite literally lost in each other's eyes. It was only when the CD player had run out of songs to play that we finally stopped moving about the room. We took turns leading each other about the room, as we danced. A couple of times we even tried to line dance to a couple of the faster country tunes. It was as hilarious. (Can you say 'the blind leading the blind'?) I can't recall any other time when I've had so much fun making a complete fool out of myself. It didn't matter how clumsy I was, or how many times I messed up the dance steps, because I was with Andy. Andy messed up a few times too, since he knew less about country line dancing than I did. It didn't matter, though, not to either of us.

When the last song had faded way, I packed up the CDs and turned off the stereo. I turned on a couple of the room lights. Andy blew out the candle, and started to put the furniture back in place. I headed off to the guest bedroom I was using to pack away my CDs. The candle I would pack up in the morning, when it had cooled off. When I had finished that task, I headed back out into the living room to help Andy move the furniture back in place, not that he needed my help, it just made the job a bit easier with two people doing it.

"So are you ready for bed, dear heart?" I asked him as he walked up and snaked his right arm around my waist.

"With you? Always," he answered with that sexy grin on his face and that wonderful warm glow in his soft doe brown eyes. And with Andy snuggled up close to me, his hip pressed firmly against mine, I lead us down the hall and into the guest bedroom that I was using. Since we were alone, there was no need to close the door.