The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor and we got off. A turn to the left and brief meander down the hallway brought us to the door mark 623. Andy did not remove his left arm from about my waist until we were standing in front of the door to his apartment.

"Here we are, love," he said with a grin. "The gateway to paradise."

"Wait a second," I said as he dug into the right front pocket of his jeans with his right hand. "Don't you live with a roommate? What if he's home?" I asked with concern.

"I don't have a roommate anymore. He moved out several months ago," Andy answered as he unlocked the door, turned the deadbolt and then the door knob. He pushed the door open. "You first, Texas." He urged me.

I walked into the dark apartment. The lights suddenly came on. I turned about to see Andy standing just inside the door, his right hand next to the wall switch. Clearly he'd flipped the lights on for me. "Go on. Take a look around," He urged me.

I walked forward a couple of steps. To my right was a small front hall open closet, with several empty coat hangers in it alongside the various coats and jackets hanging there. I sipped of my denim jacket and hung it up. I walked a few more steps into the room and looked about. To my left was a long dark hallway that lead somewhere. I presumed it was off to the bathroom and bedrooms. To my right was the living room. I walked a few steps into it and looked about. Next to the wall on the right was a large comfortable looking sofa with a dark wood coffee table in front of it. To the right of the sofa was an end table. To the left of the sofa was a second end table matching the other end table and the coffee table. Next to that second end table was a chair that matched the sofa. I looked to the left and saw a plasma television set of about forty inches in size. The plasma television set was black and standing on a matching stand which had several open shelves on it. I could see what appeared to be a DVD player, a VCR and what I guessed to be a home theatre center or a stereo receiver of some type. I walked a few more steps into the living room and looked about a bit more. The off white walls were bare except for a few paintings depicting some simple nature scenes. A few feet behind the living room area was a closed curtain nearly as long as the room was tall. I suspected that the curtains hid a closed pair of patio doors that lead off to the apartment balcony.

I looked to the left to see a dining room area with a simple wooden dining table and four chairs set about it. There were a few more pictures on the wall here as well. An open doorway to the left lead to the kitchen most likely. All in all it was a tidy neat warm apartment. It clearly reflected Andy's personality.

"Danm you have a hot butt in those jeans!" Andy's voice called out to me.

I turned about and looked at him. He was standing there just barely in the living room gazing at me with a hungry expression on his face.

"Excuse me? What did you say?" I asked him caught off guard by his comment.

"You heard me. You have a hot butt in those cowboy jeans of yours, greenhorn," Andy said as he leered at me.

"What's gotten into you, Andy? This is so unlike you." I said, the first inklings of fear starting to creep into my mind.

"Nothing that shouldn't have happened a long time ago, stud," Andy said as he walked over to me a determined set expression on his face. The leer on his face changed into an open look of lust. Andy wanted me pure and simple.

Suddenly I had a very bad feeling about all this. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I opened my eyes. I blinked for a few seconds, not sure of what had happened. Andy had not moved. He was exactly where he had been standing when I first turned about. He was looking at me with puzzlement on his face. There was no trace of the lust I had seen a few moments earlier.

"Are you okay, Paul?" He asked.

"Yeah. I think so. What did you say earlier?" I asked him, wondering if my sense of reality had momentarily slipped gears. Something odd had happened, but I couldn't imagine what it was.

"I asked you what you thought of the place," Andy answered. He still looked puzzled at my question.

"I must have misheard you. I am impressed. It's a lot nicer than my place," I told him.

"It's home. Have a seat in the chair. You'll find it comfy," Andy suggested.

"Sure, okay," I agreed as I walked over to the chair and sat down in it.

Andy walked over to me and stood behind the chair. He placed his hands on my shoulders, very gently. "You did a good job with your riding lesson today. How about I give your neck and shoulders a massage? I think you deserve it," Andy said.

"Sounds good to me," I agreed. I so enjoyed it when Andy touched me. This was going to be good.

Andy pressed those strong fingers and hands of his onto my shoulders and began to kneed my shoulder muscles. It didn't take long before I felt the tension in the muscles start to fade. "Just enjoy yourself Paul. I learned how to do this for the guys I work with. Between your little adventure in the alley nearly two months ago, the pressures of getting back to work, and the work of learning how to ride a horse, you deserve a break of some kind," Andy said as he continued with his massage.

"Having you teach me how to ride is not work, at least not for me," I said as I challenged Andy's statement. "I'm thrilled that you decided to let me into that part of your life. If anyone is working hard, it's you teaching me."

"You're a good student, Paul, better than you give yourself credit for. Teaching you has been a privilege not work. I am happy to do it," Andy replied. "Doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes, it does. You have magic fingers, dear heart," I answered as I felt my body relax more and more. I also felt another reaction down south as I let myself acknowledge that a sexy hot stud of an RCMP constable was touching my body and standing just behind me. It was only a small stirring, but it was noticeable. I grunted and moaned enjoying Andy's ministrations.

Andy worked at my shoulders and my neck for a few more minutes before he spoke. "Is it okay if I massage your chest and back now, Texas?" Andy asked.

"Of course, dear heart," I answered. Part of me was puzzled at Andy asking my permission for him to touch me, but I quickly dismissed that thought as I felt his hands move down the front of my body. His touch was magical. Firm yet gentle, and delightfully arousing.

Andy's hands started their exploration. At first his touch was light, feather like and I had to close my eyes and concentrate hard to detect his fingers moving down from my neck to my chest. Andy slowly increased the pressure as he began tracing big circles on the left and right sides of my chest. I let out a few soft satisfying moans to let him know he was doing it right. The stirring down south became somewhat more intense as Andy began to massage my chest with more force. I sighed with delight and I think I moaned a couple more times too.

"Just enjoy it Texas," Andy encouraged me. "Just go with the flow, and let yourself go, Texas."

Like I needed encouragement from Andy or instruction to do this? Still, I followed his directions. I just wanted to be accommodating. I mean Andy was someone very close to me and I cared a great deal about him. It would be impolite of me not to give serious consideration to his suggestions and to then not follow them. So rest assured I wasn't doing this for the erotic or sexual aspects of the situation. That of course was the farthest thing from my mind. I was merely cooperating with Andy out of the goodness of my heart. And if you believe that I've got some swamp land to sell you in Florida.

The massage continued. It went on delightful minute after delightful minute. Andy's hands explored every inch of my chest and stomach from where my neck met my shoulders all the way to my belt line. He was remarkably gentle and I think that's what got me so excited. I knew that a big strong muscular hunk of an RCMP Constable was leaning over me exploring the front of my torso with his big strong hands and fingers. He was doing this to pleasure me, to please me. What a wonderful gift he was giving me. I was amazed that he was able to do this to me, while my cowboy shirt was still on. I shuddered with excitement as I imagined, for just a few seconds, what Andy's fingers and hands would feel like pressing down and moving over my bare chest. I very quickly lost track of how many minutes passed. The next thing I clearly remember was that my cock was rock hard in my jeans and every second breath I took came out as a moan. I was both turned on utterly, and physically relaxed the same time. My entire body felt relaxed and comfortably loose except for my cock which seem to have a mind of its own. It was attempting to make its presence known by breaking through the fly of my jeans. Of course it was not having much success in that endeavour. I was quite sure that Andy was aware of what was happening below my belt line. He'd have had to have been blind or have been keeping his eyes closed not to have known. His next comment confirmed my suspicion.

"I can see you're enjoying yourself Texas," Andy said with a chuckle. "I must be doing something right then."

"Damn straight!" I agreed forcefully. I kept my eyes closed. I just wanted to enjoy the moment as it just dragged on and on.

"You're going to hate me for this Texas," Andy said with a laugh. "But I really need to take a quick shower. I have got to get the smell of the stables and everything else off of my body. I promise when I come back we'll continue where we left off. I'm sure I'll be able to get a rise out of you when I return. "

"You've got to be kidding!" I called out opening my eyes and looking up at Andy who was still standing behind me looking down and grinning. "You need to take a shower now? Are you nuts? "

"Yes and no, " Andy said with a chuckle . "I've been working with those horses all day. You haven't. You don't smell. I do. I need to take a shower Texas and there's no arguing the point. Now you can watch some TV or channel surf. You know me. I can take a shower with double time. That RCMP training comes in handy." Andy lifted his hands from my body and snapped about, walking out of the room before I could say another word. I didn't bother calling out to him. I knew that tone in his voice. When Andy had made up his mind to do something there was very little chance that anyone could convince him otherwise. Well maybe if I hypnotized him first I could exert some influence over him and convince him to change his mind. Otherwise I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting Andy to change his mind. I'd come to know him that well. I shrugged my shoulders and turned on the TV set. I was sure I'd find something to occupy my time for the next 15 or 20 minutes while Andy took a shower. If I said I was happy about this turn of events I'd be lying. My cock certainly wasn't happy about it. If anything, Mr. Happy had experienced a letdown and was deflated over the experience.

What Andy did not know is that I wanted his hands on my cock. I want him to fondle me, stroke me and get me so excited and so turned on that there would be nothing in the world but my cock and his warm strong fingers jerking me off. Actually I wanted more, much more. I wanted to slip my hot piece of man meat into Andy's mouth. I wanted him to suck me off until my balls turned blue. I sighed with regret as I realized it wasn't going to happen tonight. Andy just wasn't ready. I knew if I pushed it the results would not be pleasant. I quickly shoved those thoughts out of my mind, and turned my attention to Andy's television set.

I really don't remember what I was watching on Andy's TV when my channel surfing was interrupted. I do remember the interruption however. How could I not?. Andy walked into the living room wearing his full dress RCMP uniform. You know the one, with a red surge jacket, the brown Stetson hat, the brown boots and those black riding breeches with the yellow stripe down the outside of each leg. Andy had always looked especially handsome wearing that uniform but tonight for some reason he looked like one of those RCMP constables that you see on a postcard. He looked good enough to eat.

"Constable Cocksucker reporting for duty, Sir!" Andy called out to me as he came to attention with a snappy salute shot directly at me.

I blinked my eyes and stared at Andy stunned. It took a few seconds for what he'd said to register in my mind. When the meaning of his words penetrated my brain, my cock reacted. It became rock hard and seemed much harder than it had earlier. My entire face felt hot. I realized I was blushing and I probably looked like a tomato at least from the neck up.

Andy darted his eyes downward for a second then looked me directly in the eyes as he grinned. "I have the target in sight, Sir! Request permission to proceed with my mission, Sir!"

I didn't say anything. I just stared at Andy. I understood what he was saying. I knew what he wanted. I just was having a problem believing it. For so long he'd been hesitant about doing anything sexually physical between us. Now for some reason he wanted to have oral sex with me. Or for those of you who wanted to put in a less eloquent manner, he wanted to suck my cock until my balls were blue. I hesitated. I wasn't worried about sexually transmitted diseases or anything like that because we both had blood tests and we both knew that we were clean. I wanted this. Don't get me wrong, I wanted this very badly. But in the back of my mind I had to be 100% sure that Andy wanted to.

"The mission is on hold, Constable, until we get a few mission parameters clarified. At ease Constable," I answered in a firm authoritative voice. It was as firm and authoritative as I could manage considering that my cock was so hard it felt like it was going to rip through my jeans. (You can stop laughing any time, dear reader. You try talking with the voice of authority when you're in that type of situation.)

"Ask away, Sir!" Andy responded as he stopped saluting me and came to stand at ease. He wasn't smiling anymore. His face had a look of calm acceptance, as if he'd expected this very thing to happen.

"Why do you want to do this now, Andy? Why tonight? Are you sure you're ready for this? Do you really understand what this means?" I locked my eyes on Andy is as I asked him those questions. I silently prayed the answers would be what I had long hoped for. If all he wanted was just a first time with me because he was curious about gay sex, well then the repercussions would not be pleasant.

"We've already had oral sex, or don't you remember, Paul?" Andy asked me with a coy look.

I blushed as I realized that I had completely forgotten that fact. I looked up at Andy, a stunned gaze frozen on my face.

"You did forget!" Andy cried out in surprise. "Well, it must have been a really memorable experience for you then," Andy commented, the coy look wiped from his face.

I could not tell if he was joking or not. A few seconds of looking at his face was enough to convince me that not only was he not joking, he was hurt by my forgetfulness. I had some major damage control on my hands here.

"Yes, I did forget, Andy. I think the shock of you coming out here all dressed up in your Scarlet Tunic and then calling yourself Constable Cocksucker, threw me for a loop," I responded as I tried to explain what had happened. "I've always been careful not to push you into doing gay sex with me. It's so unlike you to be this aggressive with me that it took me completely by surprise. Wait a second! When you gave me that blow job the first time, you were hypnotized. I guess that I didn't consider that the first time, because you were unduly influenced, as it were."

"You're saying I wasn't in my right mind, Paul?" Andy asked with a smirk.

"Not at all. I'm saying that you were not making a clear carefully considered decision. You were lost in the passion of the moment. I should have stopped you, but I was lost in the role playing and the emotions of the moment too," I admitted.

"Nonetheless, it was gay sex between consenting adults, correct?" Andy asked.

"Yes," I admitted looking up at him wondering where he was going with this.

"It was and enjoyable experience for you, was it not?" Andy asked.

"Yes," I answered. I blushed as the details of that evening flooded into my mind.

"Oh so now you do remember that night," Andy teased me as he flashed a smile at me.

"Yeah, I do," I answered with a smile of my own. I blushed a second time.

"Then, sir, if I may be so blunt, what is your problem?" Andy asked, quizzically. "I think it's time we took our relationship to the next logical level. It's time we had regular, hot oral man sex. I've sucked you before, and I want to do it again. Your cock tastes yummy. I'm ready now, and from what I can see you're ready too." Andy said.

"I want to be sure that you're doing this because you want to, and not because you think I want you to," I answered.

"Sometimes, you think too much, Paul," Andy said with a smile. He looked at me and smiled and there was something different this time. I knew Andy loved me. But now I could see something else on his face. I studied his face for a few moments before I recognized it. Andy was happy. He was happy the way a small child is happy and content that his parents love him. I knew then that all his life and he had been looking for acceptance as a gay man and until this moment he'd never found it.

"Of course there are couple of other reasons why I want to suck your cock," Andy grinned at me.

"Such as?" I asked with a grin of my own, as I realized that Andy and I had worked past this bump in the road of our relationship.

"You have a hot butt in those cowboy jeans. I think this should have happened months ago, stud," Andy answered with a not too subtle leer in my general direction.

I did double take as I heard those words ."You were thinking those thoughts when we walked into the room tonight weren't you?" I shot the question at Andy.

"Well, yeah. Kind of. Why do you ask?" Andy said with a look of puzzlement.

"I picked up those feelings, those thoughts from you earlier tonight when we first came here. I thought I was imagining things. My God! This is the bonding isn't it?" I asked him as things clicked in my mind.

"And I guess it is," Andy said looking at me lustily. There was a gleam in his eye that seemed to make him more sexy tonight than I'd ever realized before. I finally understood that when your man wants you, and he lets you know that in no uncertain terms, it is a very powerful turn on. Not only do you feel more sexy and desirable, but he becomes more manly in a way that is rather hard to describe.

I could tell where his thoughts were. Andy didn't care much about how we were now bonded. He seemed to be quite happy with it. I was a little surprised at the way the bonding was working. I was used to not being able to pick up anything from Andy's mind. Now not only could I read his emotions sometimes but hints of the thoughts that lay behind them. I realized this changed our relationship, but in a very good way.

"I picked up your desires this evening as well, Paul. When I was massaging your chest I could feel that you wanted something more. You wanted me to put a lot more than just my hands on your cock. You never said anything, but I could feel it," Andy said to me.

"My God, you're right!" I said after a few moments' reflection. "I just didn't have the nerve to say that to you." I blushed, yet again. If I continued to blush like that my face was going to be permanently red.

"It's clear we both want this tonight. What are we waiting for?" Andy asked me as he ignored my blush of embarrassment.