The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

I grinned at Andy as my blush faded. "Damned if I know! Proceed with your mission, Constable!" I barked at him.

"Yes, Sir!" Andy replied, happily. He tried to keep an all business expression on his face as he spoke. He failed. He couldn't stop a big happy smile from bursting out on to his face as he finished speaking. Andy sat down next to me on the sofa, removing the uniform leather gloves from his hands. He tossed the gloves on the coffee table without another thought as he turned to look me squarely in the eyes. "Wait just a second, sir," he said still smiling at me.

Andy stood up and walked over to his stereo. I saw the unit power up as he started fiddling with it. He was setting up some background music for the right mood. We didn't need that. I decided to keep my mouth shut and not spoil it for him. A few minutes later Andy walked back to where I was sitting on the sofa. He took up his position next to me, where he had been sitting minutes ago. "Press the play button," he told me as he held out the remote control unit to me. Andy's eyes were locked on mine as he spoke to me.

I took the remote control unit from him. I had to look down at it for a few seconds to find the play button, as I had never used the unit before. I pressed the play button and put the unit on the coffee table. Andy reached up with his right hand and began to stroke the left side of my face as George Straits sexy southern country cowboy voice began to sing a song called "I Cross My Heart". As George's voice sang to me, Andy's right hand continued its soft stroking of my left cheek. Our eyes were locked together as Andy let the words of that song say what he wanted me to hear. I'm not ashamed to say that I had to blink my eyes several times to fight off the tears that threaten to spill out. (Look up the words to that song dear reader. I can't place them here without violating copyright laws. You would not want me to end up in jail would you, dear reader?) When you read those words you'll understand why my eyes were tearing up.

As the song played on, Andy kissed my forehead and then both cheeks one by one. He ever so slowly added fuel, and stoked the fire of passion that was building between us. He was so gentle yet firm as he caressed my face with both hands and pulled my lips towards his. When we kissed as that song was playing, I swear I saw fireworks. I loved this wonderful man, now more than ever. Somehow, he was making this moment between us a lot more than just foreplay to oral sex, he was loving me with all his heart and soul, and without saying a word. Okay, he was leaving that up to George. Andy sure knew the right song to play to set the mood. The touch of our lips together was different than before. It was deeper, and more profound as if Andy's passion for me was pouring from his lips into mine and from there into my mind, heart and soul. Finally, I understand what it means when someone loves you with all their heart and soul. I wrapped my arms about that tree trunk torso of his, and pulled Andy as close to me as I could, while crushing my lips urgently against his. I wanted no doubt in his mind, as to how I felt about him. Our faces moved about as we prolonged that kiss. Thank goodness we had noses to breathe through, otherwise we would have suffocated. Our kiss went on long past the end of that song. I don't know how many more songs played as we kissed and clung to each other. Frankly I didn't much care to even try to keep track, as I was otherwise occupied. I remember how my hands moved all over Andy's Scarlett Tunic, staying above the waist the entire time. I just wanted that torso of his pressed next to me for as long as we could manage it. I was keenly aware of Andy's hands moving about my upper body, all over my cowboy shirt.

The minutes rolled on in sweetness that seemed to overwhelm me. Finally Andy began to pull away from our embrace. I fought him. (Come on, dear reader. Can you blame me?) I pulled hard on his torso as I struggled to keep his lips pressed to mine. He was too strong though. He broke the embrace and struggled to his feet. He moved a few steps away from the sofa.

He quickly moved the coffee table out of the way. He knelt directly in front of me. I swear I almost swooned at that point because I knew what was coming, no pun intended. Come on guys picture this. A handsome RCMP Constable wearing that sexy Scarlet Tunic uniform, is kneeling down in front of you. He pushes you legs apart. He runs his hands up and down the inside of your thighs, a few times. (Damn that man knew a lot about foreplay!) He reaches forward and opens the fly of your jeans. Before you can take another breath he has your cock out of your jeans and he's warming it between his hands. As he starts to stroke your cock with his right hand his left hand is reaching down and cupping your balls in a very suggestive yet tender manner. (If that wouldn't make you nearly swoon dear reader, I don't know what would.)

My cock was rock hard in less than 30 seconds. It was a combination of Andy's erotic touch and my desire to have him touch me. Beyond that, really, who gives a fuck? When you've got an RCMP Constable playing with your cock and balls, getting you hard and turning you on more with each breath and each passing minute, are you really going to take the time to analyze the situation? If there was ever a time to go with the flow this was it.

Andy leaned forward, took a deep breath and breathed out gently focusing the stream of warm air onto my cock. I gasped at the shock of the pleasure that flowed into my mind. My entire body shuddered uncontrollably. I was flabbergasted that something as simple as Andy breathing on my rigid cock would be so intensely erotic. This was opening up an entire new world to me. It was like a man born blind all his life, suddenly being given the gift of sight. (Okay, so maybe I am exaggerating just a bit. Can you blame me, dear reader?) It was a fantastic experience.

Andy blew across my cock a few more times. He was killing me with kindness, and he knew it. I knew that he knew, because in between breaths he would look up at me and smile that killer sexy smile of his at me. I had a hard time (no pun intended) keeping my eyes open and my attention focused on Andy. I didn't want to miss seeing one second of this heavenly hunky RCMP Constable giving me a blow job. Somehow I found the strength the move my hands and arms down towards Andy's handsome head. I plucked that Stetson hat off his head and placed it to the left of me on the sofa. I put it as far away from me as I could. I didn't want to risk damaging any part of Andy's dress uniform. I couldn't imagine how he would explain something like that to his Corporal. I knew it would cost Andy a few bucks to replace that hat if it was damaged.

Andy's mouth was a warm wet lagoon of sexual pleasure. My cock was very happy to explore that virgin territory. I corrected myself, mentally. This was NOT virgin territory to Andy and me. Andy's tongue was just as happy to explore the surface of my cock. Each time that wet slippery long tongue of his moved along the under surface of my cock, waves of pleasure burst into my brain. Andy might have been a bit inexperienced at being a cock sucker but you would never have known it. He was masterful in his approach. I can't say enough good things about the tongue lashing he gave me. Words fail me.

I gave up and closed my eyes all the better to surrender to the sensual pleasures that were just bombarding my poor brain. Every now and then I did manage to crack my eyes open long enough to focus my attention on that handsome RCMP Constable sucking me for all he was worth. It didn't last long though, maybe at minute at the most. Suddenly I felt two strong hands clasping my thighs. I wrenched my eyes open to see Andy pushing his head down harder on my cock. He was really getting into this and I couldn't have been happier. Apparently the grip he had wasn't sufficient, because Andy released my thighs and wrapped his big strong arms about my torso. He pulled me towards him as he went down even deeper and stronger on my cock. Understand Andy was a powerhouse. There was no way this side of a miracle from God that I could have resisted Andy's powerful pull. Of course I didn't resist. Do you think I'm nuts? I was getting something that I had wanted a very very long time and Andy was giving it to me of his own free will. What more could I possibly want at that moment in time? Even in my erotic dementia I was aware that Andy was giving me the ultimate gift the physical sign of his love for me. I suppose someone a bit more crass would've just said this was just another blow job between two gay guys. If you want to think of it that way go ahead. Personally, I tend to look at it with a somewhat different view.

I don't know when I came and shot into Andy's mouth. I only know that the pleasure went on and on and on. Each minute was a lifetime of pleasure and joy. I didn't want it to end. I didn't want to cum because I knew that would end it. But just as the sun must rise and set each day, a guy getting a blow job has to cum. I do remember making a lot of noise and arching my back and thrusting my hips forward and trying to shove that cock of mine all the way down into Andy's stomach. I vaguely recall sucking and slurping noises coming from the vicinity of Andy's head. He was being a good boy and sucking up all my man juice. The experience itself was like nothing I'd ever known before. If all my previous orgasms from masturbating were a 10 this was 100. I was aware of beads of sweat on my forehead and my face was flushed. I remember feeling beads of sweat running down the sides of my face down the sides of my torso from my armpits. I remember my arms, my body, my face feeling burning hot for what seemed like hours. I also remember feeling exhausted as if I'd run a triathlon with two broken legs. (Okay so I'm exaggerating just a tiny little bit. Okay so I'm exaggerating a lot. Just saying it was really really good doesn't do the experience justice. And if you're thinking that maybe someday Andy might grant you this joy I can say is there isn't a snowball's chance in Hell of that ever happening. Andy is a one-man man and he's mine all mine. )

I guess I struggled back to full awareness of a few minutes later, to see Andy still kneeling in front of me a big happy smile on his face and that love light in a those soft doe brown eyes of his. I struggled to sit back up on the sofa from the deeply slouched position that I found myself in.

"Did you like it, Sir?" Andy asked with a grin. His hands were resting easily on his lap. He must've unwrapped himself from my torso just after I'd shot my load.

"Like it, would be a grand understatement, Andy. That has to have been the most incredible sexual experience I have ever had in my life. The fact that you gave it to me, dear heart, makes it all the more wonderful," I told him as I smiled gently at him. I flicked my eyes downward to my crotch and discovered that my cock was back in my jeans and fly of my jeans was closed. Must've been Andy's work because I knew I didn't have the strength to do it.

"So I was a good boy, Daddy?" Andy asked with a grin still on his face.

I studied his face for just a few seconds and I could see the back of his eyes a quest for assurance that he had in fact been a good boy. "You were very good boy, Andy. Daddy is very proud of you." I answered with as much assurance and warmth as I could put it in my voice. I reached down with my hands and placed them gently when either side of Andy's head and began to pull him towards me. "Come rest your head in Daddy's crotch boy. Breath deep and take in that wonderful musky Daddy smell."

Andy did not resist. In less than a second I had him up on his knees with his head buried in my crotch. He was breathing deeply and letting out a sigh after sigh of contentment. Gently patting his head as I spoke to him. "You've been such a good boy, Andy. You give Daddy a wonderful gift this evening. Thank you so much, dear heart."

We stayed like that on the sofa for a good 10 minutes. Neither of us really wanted to move. I knew that we couldn't spend the entire evening there as it would not really be all that comfortable. I knew where we should go, but was Andy ready for it? There is only one way to find out.

"Shall we move this to the bedroom Andy?" I asked.

"Yes Texas, we should," Andy answered. He let out a long deep sigh and slowly lifted his head from my crotch pushing away from me. He stood up and looked down at me. He held out his hands to me with a warm welcoming smile pasted on those sexy lips of his. I placed my hands in his hand a half second later he pulled me to my feet. Andy wrapped his arms about my torso pulled me towards him and planted a very firm very sensual kiss on my eager lips. Under their own vocation my arms wrapped themselves about Andy's torso and pulled him towards me. I responded with just as much pressure and passion as he did. This was a kiss unlike any of our other ones. This was a case of pure sexual passion and desire. Andy's lips parted. Mine did likewise. Our tongues when in search of each other. When they met and began to dance I could taste my cum on Andy's tongue. I breathed in deeply and Andy's masculine aroma seemed stronger and more pungent than ever before. It was like a heady perfume that washed all other thoughts cares and concerns out of your head.

A minute or so later Andy broke the kiss. "Come on lover. I'll lead the way," Andy said as he unwrapped his arms about from about me and pushed my arms away from him. Soon only Andy's left hand was grabbing my right hand as he started to walk away from the sofa and down the hallway that lead to the bedrooms. Suddenly he stopped and looked at me. For just a few seconds I was concerned because he seemed to have a strange look on his face. He lead us back into the living room and stood me about the center of the room. He walked over to the stereo turned it on and slipped a CD into the CD player. "This is for you, Texas," he said with a happy grin.

A few seconds later the sexy voice of Rod Stewart began singing a song entitled "Have I told you lately that I love you". Andy pulled me towards him and began to dance with me around the room as the song played. God dammit the man was romantic when he was in the mood. He just kept doing more and more things making this evening better and better. I thought that I had to be dreaming that this couldn't be real. A sudden twinge in my gluteus maxims convinced me that this was not a dream. My horse riding lesson that day had left me a little sore in places I would just as soon not discuss. Well that and our adventure on the sofa had strained a few key dancing muscles. So I knew this was no dream. It was as real as it could get.

A few more songs played on the CD but I don't recall what they were. I was enjoying dancing with Andy far too much to pay attention to what the music was. I let Andy lead in more than one way. We stopped dancing and Andy turned off the stereo. He led me down the hallway to the bedroom. Actually it was to his bedroom. He gently sat me down on the bed and knelt down in front of me. For half a second I thought he was coming over to open the fly of my jeans again, until he grabbed hold of my left cowboy boot and began to pull. He had that sucker off in 2 seconds flat. My right cowboy boot quickly joined the left one. And he sat down next to me smiled at me and jerked his head toward his feet. I grinned at him as I understood I would have to reciprocate. Let me say now those RCMP Constable Brown boots are tough to get off. Or maybe Andy was just clenching his toes and making it difficult. I don't know what it was but by the time I finally had the two boots off his feet I was puffing just a little. Andy just sat there, grinning at me.

Andy turned about and climbed on the bed so he was on his hands and knees. He then made his way to the head of the bed wiggling that cute RCMP butt at me the entire time. (If something like that doesn't capture your attention and get you excited, dear reader, then you might want to check yourself for a pulse, and that you are breathing.) Andy turned and looked over his right shoulder at me grinning and jerked his head in silent requests for me to follow him. Who am I to ignore such an eloquent invitation? Perhaps my response was a tad bit too enthusiastic. I launched myself onto the bed and scampered up next to him so fast I think I got denim burns on my thighs. So there we were, a cowboy and an RCMP Constable on their hands and knees on a bed next to each other looking at each other. What do you imagine would be the next step? I'll give you a hint. I did not leave. I'll give you a second hint. Andy did not leave. I'll even give you a third hint. Neither of us got off of the bed. (Hey, dear reader,I never said these would be GOOD hints, just hints.)

Andy lunged over and grabbed me. He pulled us both down onto the bed so that we were lying on our sides facing each other. I was lying on my right side looking deeper into Andy's soft doe brown eyes, when I felt Andy's left arm snaking its way under my body. A few moments later Andy had both of those big muscular strong arms of his wrapped about my torso and was pulling me towards him. In a heartbeat he had his lips pressing forcefully down on mine. As I savored the sweetness of that sexy kiss my arms found their way about his torso, and I pressed my body hard against him. I could feel my cowboy belt buckle push against Andy's rock hard abs. God this was heaven. I wanted more. I want to feel Andy's hot skin beneath my fingertips. I wanted to run my hands across his chest hair and trace the trail following it all the way down his belly into the thick mat of hair encircling his cock and balls. Yet at the same time I was loath to break our embrace. It felt so good to hold Andy in my arms and to feel him holding me.

"I want you naked, stud. I want to feel your naked hot body pressing against mine. I want to kiss you all over, every square inch of you," Andy whispered into my ear, as he nuzzled me between kisses.

What gay man, in his right mind, would say 'no' to a request like that? When a policeman tells you to do something, aren't you supposed to do what the nice policeman tells you? In the interest of continued good public relations between the federal police force and the general public, wasn't I obligated to give serious consideration to the request of the RCMP constable who was making such an eloquent solicitation for my assistance and attention? Oh the things I do, in the name of public relations for the RCMP. (And yes, damn it, I would not have it any other way!)

I pushed Andy away from me. Frantically I began pawing at my light blue cowboy shirt. For a second or two I couldn't figure out why I couldn't get the buttons undone, until it dawn on my sex crazed brain, that this was a snap shirt. Andy grinned at me as he placed his meaty hands on either side of my cowboy shirt and grabbed the cowboy shirt securely. A not so mighty heave later, and the snaps down the front of my cowboy shirt parted. Andy grinned at me, saying not a word.

Andy climbed out of the bed a few seconds later. I shot a puzzled look at him as I tried to figure out why he stopped undressing me. First he said to me that he wanted my hot naked body next to him, and he ripped open my shirt which seem to suggest that he was earnest in his desire. Now he was standing there a couple of feet away from the bed looking at me with that sexy grin of his. Talk about getting mixed messages. Andy held out his right hand and beckoned me towards him. I smiled at him as I crawled over and climbed off the bed. I wasn't exactly sure what he was up to but I was game. After the way the evening had started it would've taken a team of wild horses to drag me of Andy's apartment. I walked over until I was standing directly in front of Andy.