The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Slip off the jacket and let it drop to the floor. After that turn around so I can see your back," I told Martin.

"Yes, sir," Martin said. He slipped off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor as directed. Still smiling, he let his arms fall to his sides and then turned around, presenting his back and of course his ass, to me.

There wasn't anything noteworthy about the back of Martin's dress cowboy shirt, but his pants were another matter. There were two pockets on the back of the pants, both with scalloped western style flap pockets that did not have any type of fastening. There was a big bulge in the right back pocket, and the left pocket looked to be empty. I reached over and lifted up the flaps of the pockets. The right back pocket had no closure. The lips of the right back pocket were pulled slightly apart, which was due, no doubt, to the large hard object that was stuffed in that pocket. The left back pocket had a button through closure that was fastened shut. The pant legs had a sharp crease on them. The back of those pants clung to Martin's buttocks in a most flattering manner. The wallet bulge in the right back pocket emphasised how the pants followed the nature curves of Martin's butt cheeks. The material was snug around the crotch and thigh areas as well. The pants looked comfortable and snug without appearing to be binding in any way. I was, pleased. Very pleased. (I was also turned on, but then you probably already figured that out for yourself, dear reader.)

"Take one step backward, towards me, boy," I ordered Martin.

"Yes, Sir!" Martin barked out as he carried out my order, and moved that sexy cowboy suit encased butt closer to me.


"Bend over so that your hands are resting on your knees and hold that position until I tell you to do otherwise," I told Martin. I wanted to get the best possible view of that butt while I had the chance.

"Yes, sir," Martin replied as he suited actions to words.

As I had hoped, by bending over slightly Martin had pulled the material of the suit pants more tightly across his buttocks. (Isn't physics wonderful?) Slowly I reached out and placed my fingertips lightly on his buttocks, one hand on each buttock. I moved my hands about on Martin's butt cheeks tracing big circles. I heard Martin moan softly. I continued stroking Martin's butt for a few more minutes, then I clamped my hands firmly on each buttocks and gave them each a big hard squeeze. The bulge of Martin's wallet in his right back pocket made it a bit difficult for me to grab his right buttock, but I did my best. Martin's loud moans of delight indicated that I had been successful in my efforts. I spent about five minutes giving Martin's butt a good going over, squeezing it stroking it, and moving my hands all over it. It was a satisfying experience. The feeling of those suit pants under my hands, warm, firm and squeezable. So snug in all the right places. Nice buttocks, and wonderful thighs. Martin had a good physique, which only added to the delights I experienced.

"Thank you, sir! That feels so good!" Martin announced in a strong clear voice. "Please don't stop, sir!"

"Yes, for a little while longer, Martin," I replied. I continued to explore the smooth polyester covered hemispheres in front of my questing hands and fingers (and my thumbs too), letting my fingers do the walking as it were. So warm and firm. So inviting. So tempting. I closed my eyes, to submerge myself in the feeling of Martin's wonderful butt. I let out a few soft moans of my own, intermixed with Martin's. Every now and then I would give each of those beautiful buttocks a firm hard squeeze. Each time I did that Martin would cry out 'yes squeeze me sir' followed by a loud grunt of pleasure.

This went on for some time. Exactly how long, I did not know. Long enough for my hands to have tired of squeezing Martin's bum. (It might seem odd to you, dear reader, that one could tire of squeezing a perfect plump butt like Martin's, rest assured that it does happen.) Martin's butt was wonderful. It wasn't Andy's butt though, despite its many positive attributes.

"You have a beautiful ass, Martin, especially in those tan cowboy suit pants," I told him. I wasn't lying either. If I wasn't already involved and dedicated to Andy, those tan cowboy suit pants would be feeling a lot more than just my fingers.

"Thank you, sir," Martin replied with a grunt.

"I'd love to hump that ass of yours," I said with a sigh. I knew that I would never do such a thing, but it was fun to imagine doing it. The idea of tossing Martin face down on the bed, climbing on top of him and humping his ass, made me smile.

"Oh, would you sir? I'd like that. We can go into the spare bedroom if you like," Martin said happily. "Do you have any condoms, sir?" he asked me as he stood up and turned about to face me.

"Condoms? I wasn't serious, Martin," I answered him, after a brief pause.

"Oh, I see, sir,' Martin said a few seconds later, the disappointment plain on his face. "Hoyt used to hump me, and I kind of miss it."


"Well, when Hoyt comes by to pick you up, he could take some time and hump you before the two of you leave," I said to Martin in an attempt to distract him.

"I don't know if he would want to do that, sir, but I'll ask him," Martin said doubtfully.

"If the two of you haven't been physical in some time, I can't see why he would say no. When he arrives here, why don't you show him just how much you miss him? Pretend I'm not here and really show your man, what he means to you, Martin," I told him.

"Okay, sir," Martin responded. "It might embarrass him, sir."

"Then let it embarrass him. I'm sure you'll be able to sufficiently occupy Hoyt's attention, to the point where he won't care about being embarrassed," I said with a grin and a wink.

"Oh, I see, sir. I know a couple of things that might do the trick," Martin said grinning back at me. "What should we do until Hoyt arrives?" Martin asked as he stood there in front of me.

"Something a bit more innocent and more practical," I said as I turned away from Martin, and walked over to the sofa. I laid down on the sofa and got myself comfortable. I looked over at Martin who hadn't moved an inch. "Please hand me the remote for the TV, Martin," I told him.

"Yes, sir," he answered as he hurried over to the coffee table in front of the living room sofa. "Here you are, sir," he said as he held out the remote control unit to me.

I took it from him and placed it back on the coffee table directly on front of me, where I could easily reach. "Thank you, Martin. Now take off your cowboy boots," I said to him.

"Yes, sir," Martin responded. He sat down in the chair near the far end of the sofa and started his battle to remove the dark brown cowboy boots he was wearing. And it was a battle. Without a boot jack, it can be difficult to take off cowboy boots. I had forgotten that.

"There's a boot jack in the front hall, Martin. Use that to take off your cowboy boots," I told him.

"Right away, sir," Martin said as he headed over to the closet. It took him only a few seconds to find the boot jack. He had removed his cowboy boots a few seconds later. "Now what sir?" He asked me as he stood there next to the closet in his stocking feet.

"Come over here, climb up on top of me and keep me warm. Be a blanket for me, but leave your suit jacket off," I told him, with a smile as I turned on my side and moved against the back of the sofa. I wanted to be sure there was enough room on the sofa for both of us. Nothing ruins the fun more than having the other guy fall off of you and wind up lying on the floor.

"Great idea, sir!" Martin replied gleefully. His eyes practically lit up as he rushed over to the sofa. He quickly climbed up on the sofa and started to position his body over mine. It was clear he was unsure exactly how to lie down on top of me without causing me discomfort. He looked up at me a few times as he tried to figure out how to place himself on me.

"It might be easier if you just snuggled in close to me, facing me, and rested your head on my shoulder, with your face turned so that you can breath," I told him. "That way you can cover as much of my body with yours and I can reach down and squeeze your ass, if I feel so inclined."


"You always have the most wonderful ideas, sir," Martin said happily as he snuggled up next to me and pressed his fit body next to mine. "You smell really good, sir," he commented as he placed his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes.

"You're a good boy, Martin. I'm going to do some channel surfing, and you're going to stay there until I say otherwise," I told him.

"Of course, sir," Martin agreed. I strongly suspected that wild horses could not have dragged Martin away from me. He was very happy to keep pressing his body to mine, in an attempt to keep me warm. Sometimes, simple pleasures are the best.

I watched a couple of television shows while Martin did his best to keep me warm. During some of the commercial breaks I did reach down and give that big beautiful bum of his a few hard squeezes. Martin had a wonderful ass, so hard, firm, warm and sexy. Martin snuggled even closer when I caressed his buttocks. He did get up and leave a couple of times, when he had to use the bathroom, and when I asked him to make me a cup of coffee. Otherwise we snuggled until the doorbell rang.

Martin sighed with reluctance as he climbed up off of the sofa and went to answer the door. "It's Hoyt, sir," he said after looking through the peephole.

"Let him in," I told him, and I climbed up off of the sofa.

"Yes, sir," he replied, as he opened the door.

Hoyt walked into the room. "Hey there stud," he said to Martin as he smiled at him. He turned away from Martin and looked at me. "Hello Paul," he said calmly. Hoyt had changed his clothes since our meeting at Western Town. He had a pale solid blue cowboy shirt on, that was tucked into a pair of well fitting dark blue jeans, with a plain brown belt in them. The belt did not have a cowboy buckle, just the usual D-ring arrangement. He appeared to be wearing a jean jacket and there were sneakers on his feet, instead of cowboy boots. His head was bare. He had left the cowboy hat and the cowboy boots at home for some reason. I was mildly disappointed, but I covered it well.

"Hi Hoyt. I think Martin would like your attention," I said to him in a pleasant voice.

"Yeah, Hoyt. I want to spend some time with you in the spare bedroom," Martin said as he looked Hoyt in the eye.

"And do what?" Hoyt asked.

"What we used to do in the bedroom," Martin said with a smile.

"What if I'm not in the mood right now?" Hoyt said, as if he didn't believe what Martin was telling him.


Martin grabbed Hoyt and wrapped his arm about Hoyt's torso, while he planted a firm hard kiss on Hoyt's lips. Martin began smooching Hoyt good and hard. Martin's hands moved around Hoyt's back as he did his best to get a reaction out of Hoyt. Martin's hand moved down to Hoyt's bum and gave his buttocks a firm hard squeeze. While it is true that I was not able to see Hoyt's ass, since Hoyt was facing me, and thus his back and buttocks were facing away from me, I was able to deduce where Martin's hands were most likely heading. Hoyt's reaction was exactly what you would expect from a man who has not been touched by his lover in many months. Hoyt melted in Martin's arms. Hoyt gave himself up totally to Martin's caresses. Hoyt returned with fervour, the kisses Martin was pouring over Hoyt's face and neck. By the way, I was getting another delightful eyeful of Martin's ass in those cowboy suit pants at the same time. So you could say everybody was getting something good right then.

"Take it in the bedroom, boys," I told them with a chuckle.

"What? Oh, yeah. The bedroom. Lead the way, Martin," Hoyt said as he came to his senses for a few seconds.

Martin unwrapped himself from Hoyt and smiled at him as he took Hoyt's left hand in his right hand. After tossing a sexy smile at Hoyt, Martin wordlessly lead Hoyt off to the spare bedroom. I delighted in watching Martin's sexy ass as he walked away from me.

"You can come in and watch us if you like, Paul," Hoyt called out to me. "Think of it as a reward for giving Martin back to me."

"Uh...okay," I said hesitantly. I was somewhat taken aback by Hoyt's casual attitude in offering to let me see them perform such an intimate act. Still the voyeur in me was extremely tempted by the offer. I knew that Martin would not care if I watched him, but for Hoyt to make such an offer was remarkable. After a few seconds, I decided to go in and watch. Who knew? I might just pick up some tips.

When I arrived in the bedroom, Hoyt had his jacket off. It was lying on the floor behind him. He was still wearing his jeans. He stood there looking at the bed, totally ignoring my entrance into the bedroom. I looked over at the bed and instantly knew why Hoyt wasn't paying me the slightest sliver of attention.

Martin was on top of the bed, on all fours in the classic doggy position. His suit pants were down around his ankles. His white cotton briefs were bundled down sitting on top of his suit pants. He was still wearing his white cowboy shirt and the red silk tie with the pattern of dark brown horseshoes. The tie was hanging straight down from his neck, with the first inch or so of the tie lying flat on the surface of the bed. Martin was ready and willing to be taken. If his position on the bed was not a dead giveaway to his intentions, his constant soft mutterings of "Take me, Hoyt" were. Martin's cock was fully erect and jutting out like a small six or seven inch rod of steel.

Hoyt sauntered over to Martin. Hoyt wasn't in any rush. I suspect he wanted to drag things out a bit and make Martin plead a bit longer. Maybe he wanted to make Martin suffer a bit longer. Maybe he wanted to make Martin beg for it. In any case, I was merely the observer. I kept my big mouth shut. Hoyt stood in front of the bed looking at the target before him. Hoyt was standing in front of me, his back to me, so I carefully moved forward and off to the side so that I would have a good view of what was about to happen. Seeing it from the rear wasn't going to be very educational, if you know what I mean.

Hoyt reached down and unzipped his jeans. "Are you ready for this, Martin?" He asked as he pried his stiffening member out of his snug jeans.

"Yes, oh yes. I want this. I want to feel you filling up my ass again. It's been so long," Martin cried out, the longing, the desire, the urgency so very prevalent in his voice.


"Good boy," Hoyt said as he reached back and fished out his wallet from the right back pocket of his jeans. I made note that Hoyt carried a large brown leather cowboy style wallet in the right back pocket of his jeans. The wallet was thick and it filled out Hoyt's jeans in a most becoming manner. If Hoyt were not gifted and already involved in Martin, I might have more than a passing fancy in him.

The insertion of Hoyt's wallet back into the right back pocket of his jeans, grabbed my attention. I flicked my eyes back to the front of Hoyt's jeans. Hoyt unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. With a smooth well practiced motion Hoyt slide his jeans down off his hips and into a heap at his ankles. His white cotton briefs followed quickly. Hoyt started to fiddle with something in his hands, in front of his cock. It did not take me long to realize that Hoyt was slipping a condom over his now fully erect cock. I had wondered whether or not Hoyt was going to ride bareback on Martin. (In case you are not aware of it, dear reader, the term 'bareback' refers to anal sex without the use of a condom.) I was pleased to see that Hoyt had enough respect for Martin to have safe sex with him. (In case you were wondering, dear reader, Hoyt's fully erect member looked to be about six inches long, full bodied, firm and as hard as a rod of steel, projecting outward.)

"Ride'em cowboy!" Hoyt cried out as he launched himself on top of Martins willing asshole. I cringed at the sound of that somewhat hokey phrase, and kept my comments to myself. Hoyt slowed down suddenly as the tip of his throbbing cock brushed the dark hairs guarding Martin's butt crack.

"Oh yes! Do it! Do it now! Take me now, Hoyt! Fuck my brains out!" Martin cried out a half a second later. Martin reached back with both hands and grabbed his buttocks, pulling them apart, exposing the pink eye of his anus. Actually my angle of view didn't let me see that, but it was a foregone conclusion that Hoyt was seeing something along those lines.

"Good Boy! You remembered to open the doors for me," Hoyt said happily.

Again I kept my comments to myself. It seemed clear to me that there were some unwritten rules about just who did what to whom, when it came to sex between Hoyt and Martin. Hoyt was clearly the more dominant of the two, and as such he expected Martin to do certain things, including begging to be fucked. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but then I reminded myself that it wasn't my concern. Whatever goes on between consenting adults, is their business, not mine.

Loud grunts, moans, groans and very heavy breathing soon filled spare bedroom. Once again, I was thankful for the sound proofing that was standard for all the apartments in this complex. Hoyt slipped his throbbing condom covered member into Martin's eager asshole. Hoyt didn't ram it in like a pile driver, he moved it in gradually and very slowly. He was building up the pleasure towards what was sure to be their mutual orgasm. He muttered something to Martin, but I couldn't make out what he was saying, from where I was standing. (I was not, dear reader, standing right there beside the two of them as they had sex. I was standing nearly across the room. I wanted to give them some sense of privacy, even if they had invited me to watch.) A few moments later Hoyt stared to thrust himself deeper into Martin, with a wonderful rhythm that showed he had done this before. It didn't take Martin long to pick up on the rhythm and match Hoyt's movements. Clearly they each knew their roles. I thrilled at the sight of these to experts giving me a free lesson in the art of lovemaking between two men. A slight buzzing in my head told me I was becoming a bit too focussed on what was going on. I ignored it and kept my attention on what was happening in front of me, that is until I felt that creepy crawly feeling on my forehead. I raised my mental shields to protect my mind, but as quick as I was, I barely acted in time.


The pile driver blow of pain that crashed into my brain almost knocked me unconscious. Imagine if you can a red hot needle boring into your skull, slowly and relentlessly, right between your eyes. Now take that needle and make it the size of a baseball bat, pushing its way into your head, and you will have a very rough idea of the pain I experienced. The pain was overwhelming. The only thing that kept me sane and conscious was the fact that I had my mental shields partly raised at the time. Whomever sent that mental bolt wasn't fooling around. Since mental attacks amongst the gifted are short range, it had to be someone in the room. So it was either Martin or Hoyt. If that first bolt was any indication, I was in very deep trouble.

My eyes were filled with pain generated tears. I blinked my eyes frantically, in an effort to clear my vision. I had to figure out what was going on, and to try to defend myself. A mental attack was in progress, but that didn't rule out a physical attack at the same time. A series of pile driver blows started to rain down upon my mind, pushing aside all attempts to analyse the situation. Survival was the only priority now. Frantically I strengthened my mental shields, in an attempt to buy myself enough time to figure out a plan of defence and then attack. The increased shield strength dulled the pain of each bolt slightly, but that was all. I finally managed to open my eyes, and to look about the room. The only people I saw were Martin and Hoyt, who were still coupled together. The mental bolts were rattling my mind, making it hard for me to think or concentrate, which was the general idea, I was sure. Still I hung on and resisted, drawing on more and more of my mental energy to stiffen my shields. Behind my rock hard mental shield, I prepared my tried and trusted defence, my absorbing shield. My main shield was already showing cracks, and would not last much longer. Those hammer like mental bolts were more powerful than anything I had ever encountered. They couldn't be coming from one person, unless that person was a superman. My absorbing shield, though was different. Any mental blots thrown against it would be as effective as hitting a pile of sticky mud with a baseball bat. The force of the blow from the bat is dissipated and absorbed by the mud, and the mud remains unharmed. The same thing would happen when Hoyt's mental bolts impacted my absorbing shield.