The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

Andy reached out and continue to tug at my light blue cowboy shirt. It didn't take him long to pull it out of my jeans and leave it hanging there on my torso. Andy bent forward slightly and kissed me full on the lips, while his arms snaked around my torso pulling him close to me again. I was beginning to feel a bit like a yo-yo with all this holding me close and then breaking away from me. But if I had to be a yo-you with somebody thank goodness that somebody was Andy. I was only half aware of Andy's slipping my light blue cowboy shirt off of me as he and I locked lips. A few heartbeats later Andy broke the kiss and pulled away for me just a little. He let his arms drop down to his sides and stood there grinning at me.

After a few moments he spoke."Well what you waiting for Texas, an engraved invitation?"

I looked over at Andy and studied him for half a heartbeat before I answered. "What am I supposed to do now?" I asked stupidly.

"Turnabout is fair play, Texas. I took off your shirt you take off mine." Andy answered with a grin. (Sometimes dear reader I can be denser than a 6 foot lead wall. I should've picked up at Andy was hinting that he wanted me to strip him down while he stripped me down. I guess my brain wasn't firing on all cylinders, but can you blame it? Andy was a lot to deal with on oh so many levels. But enough about my shortcomings, dear reader. Back to the story.)

I walked over to Andy and start running my hands over the front of that wonderful Scarlet tunic of his. I was going to savour this moment. How often does an RCMP Constable ask you to undress him? I fiddled with the leather holster on the right side of Andy's tunic. I noticed it was empty, to judge by the weight. "Uh, looks like your gun's not where it's supposed to be Andy," I said in a puzzled tone of voice.

"It's safely locked away, Texas. Surely you realize that it would be much too dangerous for me to be wearing it while we are playing around," Andy said in that warm sexy voice of his.

"Good thinking, dear heart." And don't call me Shirley," I said with a chuckle.

Andy just groaned at that old joke. I chuckled. My hands had been exploring the front of Andy's Scarlet tunic and I wasn't sure how to unfasten it. "Just how the heck do you get this thing off, Andy?" I said after a minute or so fruitless efforts.

"That's for me to know and for you to figure out, Texas," Andy said with a laugh. I snorted at him as he stood there chuckling. It took me several minutes to work out how to undo Andy's Scarlet tunic. I suppose you could say I was sufficiently motivated to keep at it. (By the way dear reader, I'm not going to tell you the correct way to unfasten an RCMP constable's Scarlet tunic. Let's just call it a national security secret shall we.) Once I had the tunic off Andy, (and believe me slipping it off that hunky torso of his was an erotic adventure in itself) I carefully held it out to him. Andy shot a puzzled look at me.

"You'd best hang this up, love. It's something that should be respected. It doesn't deserve to be on the floor," I said to him as I stood there holding and smelling that wonderful Scarlet tunic of his.

Andy didn't say anything he just took the tunic from me, held it out from his body and planted another one of those hot sexy kiss of his on my willing lips. It took Andy less than a minute to walk over to the closet, slide the door open, reach in and grab out the appropriate clothes hanger. Andy returned the Scarlet tunic to closet and walked back to me. I suppose it's not a national security secret if I tell you that all this RCMP Constable was wearing under his Scarlet tunic was his regulation RCMP T-shirt. It was a black close fitting cotton T-shirt with the RCMP crest positioned above the left breast. Close fitting doesn't begin to describe it. Skin tight and sexy as hell would be a far more accurate description. I absently reached up with my right hand and wiped the drool away from my lips. Okay so that was not the most sophisticated reaction, and you would think after being with Andy for so long I wouldn't have such a primitive lustful reaction. Well I do. I pray to God I never stopped having that reaction when I see Andy in a tight fitting T-shirt.

My cowboy belt buckle was suddenly hanging unfastened from my waist. The fly of my jeans was open. My goodness! My jeans were no longer fastened and were sliding down my hips! What was happening? Only what I wanted most to happen. Andy was taking off my jeans. I eagerly stepped out of them and wrap my arms around Andy's torso pressing my underwear clad body next to him. All I had on now was my T-shirt, my underwear and my socks. (My wristwatch doesn't count, dear reader.) My hands and arms eagerly traveled across that muscular torso and those beefy shoulders of Andy's as I stood there holding them close to me. Shamelessly I reached down past his waist and grabbed a double handful of those uniform breaches of his. At that point in time I wasn't really all that concerned about wrinkling the breaches, and I was fairly certain that Andy had similar thoughts. One thing I can tell you is that those breaches don't have a belt, they have suspenders. I had to reach over and slip those off of Andy's shoulders, while giving him a long hard firm kiss on the lips, one for each suspender. Andy's muscular arms were wrapped about my torso as my hands fiddled with the fastening of those breaches. Pulling open the fly gave me an unexpected thrill. A shudder passed down my body as I slowly pushed the breaches down past Andy's hips. Only when they were just above his knees did gravity take over. Andy stepped out of the breaches and reluctantly broke our embrace. I smiled at him as he bent over, plucked the breaches off the floor turned around and walked over to the closet. Like his Scarlet tunic those breaches did not deserve to lie on the bedroom floor all night.

The white cotton briefs Andy was wearing were sharp contrast to that black close fitting RCMP T-shirt. I love the way those cotton briefs hugged Andy's bubble butt. It was yummy. It was desirable. It was sexy as hell. Andy turned around and walked back towards me. The front of those white cotton briefs could barely contain his erection. I couldn't help but smile at how excited all of this as making Andy. "Well if I wasn't sure that this was turning you on, dear heart, I know better now." I said with a grin.

Andy smiled back at me and looked me dead in the eyes. His eyes flicked downward for a fraction of a second before he spoke. "We seem to be in agreement, Texas." I blushed, but only for a few seconds. I'd been so focused on Andy's body and his reactions that I hadn't paid heed to my own reactions. The blush was because I realize my cock was straining in my briefs, just as much as Andy's cock was straining his briefs. I didn't break eye contact with Andy. That's significant. I meant the both of us were more comfortable and accepting of the physical desires we had for each other. I'm sure that's not a big thing to a lot of people, but considering that both Andy and I were virgins to a gay relationship, this is a big step. I was proud of both of us.

"I much prefer you out of those breeches, Andy," I said with a smile as I gazed upon this handsome hunk of a man. In only his black RCMP cotton t-shirt, white cotton briefs and nearly knee high white socks, Andy was beyond handsome. He was awesome, and I greedily devoured him with my eyes.

"What? You don't like me in uniform?" Andy teased. "Since when?"

"Come on. You know better than that, dear heart. You look fantastic in your dress uniform. I have no doubt those uniform breeches are comfortable, especially when riding a horse, but they have so much material in them, that I can't get a really good firm strong grip on your ass," I complained.

"Oh the hardships you must endure," Andy quipped. 'I feel for you. I really do."

I chuckled. "Yes, being your fan, and your lover does have its challenges."

"Yes, you are my lover, and I'm yours. Finally," Andy said softly as all trace of levity drained from his face. He had a strange look on his face, which for the life of me, I couldn't figure out. It wasn't fear, terror, anger, joy, confusion, or anything else that I could easily identify.

"Are you okay with that, Andy? Do you have regrets?" I asked cautiously. I wondered now if Andy had lost himself in the passionate heat of the moment, and done something that he wasn't ready for. I had no regrets. If anything I was relieved. I'd wanted something like this to happen for a long time, but out of respect and compassion for Andy, I had not pushed.

"Only that we didn't do this sooner, love," Andy said as he took me in his arms and planted another one of those sexy kisses of his on my willing lips. He lifted his lips from mine a few seconds later. "The wonder of what we did still kind of surprises me. I never imagined giving you a blow job would be so intense."

"It's because you did it, we did it, with love. We didn't have sex, Andy. We made love," I said to him as I locked my eyes on his. Yes, those soft doe brown eyes of his were lit up with a glow that was unquestionably meant for me, and only me.

"Come to bed, lover," Andy said to me as he walked over to the bed, pulling me gently behind him. His right hand was clasped firmly in my left hand, I discovered much to my surprise. Clearly I was not paying full attention to what was going on around me. Can you blame me dear reader? I mean, if you had a hunk like Andy in your arms leading you towards the bed I don't think you'd be too concerned about paying attention to everything that was going on around you.

"Lead the way, dear heart," I replied.

We climbed into the bed and Andy pulled the covers over our semi nude bodies. We snuggled close together and we talked. We explore each other's bodies while we talked. We talked about a lot of things. Much of what we talked about will remain a secret between the two of us. That's what pillow talk is, isn't it? I will say that we did talk about Andy giving me oral sex. I think we talked about that for about 30 or 40 minutes. He wanted to know everything that I felt when it was happening, and I wanted to know everything that he felt when it was happening. Andy told me he wanted to do it again, and then he blushed. It was so sweet. Andy was bashful and I found that endearing. When I asked him if someday I could return the favour, he looked at me for a few seconds before he answered with an enthusiastic "hell yes". I knew it wouldn't be tonight, but it would be soon. We had started something, a new phase in our relationship and we would be lovers again. Soon.

I don't know which one of us fell asleep first. It doesn't really matter. What does matter is that we fell asleep in Andy's bed, in Andy's apartment. What more could I have asked for? A few unsettling thoughts popped into my head as sleep overtook me. I wondered what would happen to the two of us, to our newfound relationship, when Andy learned that his father was behind the assault on me, and that his father intended to break us up. Andy would never learn this from me, but he was bound to learn about it eventually.

I sighed softly to myself as I brushed those thoughts out of my head. I could not do anything about them and worrying wasn't helping. When that happened, not if but when, we would deal with it. This was just one of the many complications I would have to deal with as a result of being in love with and loving an RCMP Constable. Andy would deal with it in his way, and I would deal with it in mine.

We had made great strides in our relationship over the past few months. We'd even come out of the closet. I hugged those positive encouraging thoughts close to my heart as I finally surrendered to sleep. Tomorrow was Sunday so we didn't have to worry about being up early.

The next morning, we dragged our butts out of bed at about 8:30 AM. It was heaven to wake up next to Andy, even if he did have morning breath. So did I for that matter, but neither of us complained. I asked Andy if he wanted to shower together. His eyes lit up like a little kid's on Christmas morning. I've already described our antics in the shower stall so I won't go into great detail other than to say we got ourselves into a lather and ran out of hot water again. Draw your own conclusions. I will say that towelling each other dry was most enjoyable. Thank goodness Andy had a spare toothbrush, because my mouth felt like something died in it.

Our bathroom routines completed we headed off to the kitchen. Andy cooked breakfast. He wouldn't let me help well other than to put out the orange juice. When I asked him why he would not let me help, he told me he wanted to do something to thank me for last night. His voice cracked when he said that I'd help him become a man, and to love a man not only with his heart but also with his body. Clearly he was still very emotional about last night. I just hugged him told him how proud I was of him, and that he was my man now and always. He looked at me, told me how lucky he was to have me as a lover and thanked me again. Then he said quietly and softly that he was proud of me and that he hoped one day to be half the man I was.

At that point my eyes started to tear up, so I blinked furiously trying not to cry. There are many things I've done in my life that I have regretted. Some of them Andy knows about; some of them he doesn't. For Andy to put me on a pedestal, and to hold me up as an example of the type of man he wanted to be, was surprising. I didn't see myself as someone that anyone would aspire to be like. Andy saw me differently. They say love is blind, but Andy wasn't stupid or blind. He knew my faults probably better than I did. But he still saw something in me that he wanted to be like. I couldn't imagine what it was that Andy saw in me, but I was thankful that he did. Part of me was burning to ask Andy to explain what he meant. This wasn't the time for that conversation. Don't ask me how I knew that, I just did. Sometimes you rely on your instincts.

After breakfast we spent Sunday together just hanging out. It was so nice quiet time to just enjoy each other's company. Okay we did get a little frisky on the couch. And yes, Andy gave me another blow job. To his credit, he did ask first. How could I say no to that cute hunky sexy RCMP Constable? All in all it was a great Sunday. Andy drove me home about 8:30 PM. I had to work Monday morning and so did he. We couldn't spend the night together because there wasn't enough time.

I kissed Andy goodbye at the door to my apartment. My heart was full of joy and love and also regret. I regretted that we could not be together that night. I accepted it, but that didn't mean I had to like it. With our work schedules it would probably be another few days before we could get together. Those were going to b every long days. Very long days, indeed.



Chapter 13. Looking For A Few Good Men

"So what's behind door number one?" I asked as I looked over at Mary. She was standing nearby looking as serene and unflappable as ever.

"You'll have to open the door, to find out," she answered. "All I can tell you is that your life will not be put at risk. Your task after entering the room, and the door closes behind you, is to exit from the room. You will have one hour to complete your task."

"What's the catch?" I asked. I knew there had to be a catch. From the way Mary had just described it, this task was far too simple to require an hour to complete it. I also knew that this was a test of some kind arranged by the Council of Coins. I had agreed to undertake this test, because of the help Mary had given me several months ago. So, putting two and two together, I knew that there had to be a catch of some type.

"You have to put on this blindfold first," Mary answered as she tied a thick black band of soft cloth about my head and over my eyes. "You must go into the room without knowing the contents of the room beforehand."

The blindfold was effective. I could not see anything except the black cloth of the blindfold. I couldn't even tell if the lights in the hallway that we were standing in, were still on. I felt helpless.

"I know, Paul. You feel helpless, exposed and vulnerable. That too is required," she said as she gently turned me about.

I heard a soft whooshing sound.

"The door is now open, Paul. Please walk forward seven steps and remove the blindfold when instructed." Mary's voice was soft yet firm.

What choice did I have? I had already agreed to this test, and since I keep my word when I give it, I had to proceed. I slowly walked forward. I had to fight the urge to hold my arms up in front of me, to be sure I wouldn't bump into something. Either I trusted Mary and her instructions, or I didn't. Something told me this small decision of mine was part of the test too. I counted the steps as I walked, wondering what I had gotten myself into this time. It seemed that I had turned into some type of two legged self propelled trouble magnet, what with all the problems I'd had to deal with over the past several months. I stopped walking and waited. I heard the same soft whoosh sound, though it was fainter.

"You may remove your blindfold, sir," said an unfamiliar male voice that seemed to come from directly in front of me.

I took off the blindfold slowly. Other than knowing that a strange man was in the room with me, I didn't have anything but wild guesses as to what I would encounter. Maybe another well dressed gifted person to battle? This was a test, after all. I raised my mental shields, just in case. The sight that met my eyes, froze me in my tracks for a second or two. Not out of fear, but out of sheer surprise.

Sanding about three feet before me was U.S. Marine wearing his Blue Dress class C dress uniform. He was standing at ease, looking very calm, cool, collected and totally in control of the situation. He knew a heck of a lot more about what was going on here than I did, and that alone gave him the advantage.

I ignored the Marine for a few seconds as I looked about the room, trying to get my bearings. (Let me say here dear reader, that ignoring that Marine wasn't easy. My stud alert was going off, and my cuteness meter was already at ten and desperately trying to move higher. No, that is NOT what I meant, slut puppy. My cock was not rock hard. My cock had stirred at the sight of the Marine, which is to be expected as young Marines are always attractive. I had far more important things to deal with than focusing on the hotness of the Marine. Sure I wanted to do that, but I didn't have time to indulge myself.) I turned around very quickly taking in as much of the details of the room as I could. I did not want to turn my back on the Marine any longer than absolutely necessary. Mary might have said that my life was not at risk, but that didn't mean that the Marine could not assault me and hurt me. I'd had enough beatings in my life already. I had no desire to experience more.

The room was about ten feet long and six feet wide. The walls were an off white colour. There wasn't anything on any of the walls. There were no mirrors or windows in the room. There was only one door, the one that I had come in through. There was a keypad next to the right side of the sliding door. At the back of the room, well behind the Marine, was a small gray table that appeared to made of some sturdy metal. Just in front of the table were two folding metal chairs with padding on the seats and on the backs of the chairs. Oddly the chairs were facing towards me, and not the table.

Keeping an eye on the Marine, I walked over to the closed door and examined it more closely. There was no handle or knob or anything that one could grab to open the door. To the right was a standard numeric keypad that you might see on an ATM machine or a calculator. It seemed clear to me that to open the door, all I had to do was type in the correct code. The problem was that I did not know what the code was. I turned my attention back to the Marine.