I Said Yes

It had been a long day for all of us. I had noticed Diane was making her rounds with her friend Heidi and it was clear they were trying to make some sort of exit. She had come by and hugged and kissed all of us good night and said she would see us in the morning. She and Michael had a bit of a private chat and then she moved towards the door and Michael came back over to where we all were. I asked if anyone wanted to bail and head over to Zag for a night cap and, before anyone else could answer, Michael said no…

You and I need a little alone time Mr. Lawrence…”

“Oh Matt…I think this is the part where you get spanked…” (Chef John)

“Or punished” (Chris)

“Or worse yet…spanked and punished” (Corey)

“Corey…you are a goof…spanking is a punishment” (Chef Rob)

“Not the way I do it” (Michael)

“Ok…Ok…enough from all of you in the peanut gallery…you are all just a bunch of asses ya know…and whatever it is…I am gonna take my punishment like a man”

“Oh, we know…you are gonna take it alright” (Nolan)

Michael just stood there soaking up the jokes and the goofiness all the while giving me the grin…I really did love it when he did that. We all gathered our stuff…left quite a substantial pile of combined cash on the bar for the tip (drinks were complimentary) for the bartender and we headed out. Michael offered rides back to the convention center but everyone else had made plans to walk…or Uber…or make the walk back to the Hyatt. It was clear, though unspoken, that Chris would be staying at Corey’s place. Michael and I made our way back to the truck in the lot and he asked if I needed anything before heading to the house…I did not…so we drove down the waterfront street to the bridge and over to the island.

Arriving home and unlocking the door released a fury of barking and yips and yaps and jumps from Scooter. He bounded out into the yard running in huge circles before I could even comprehend what was happening. He stopped, dropped and peed and then flew back in the front door and started jumping up and down on Michael’s leg. I didn’t get it…Michael was clearly his favorite when we were both in the room…guessed I was going to have to just get used to it. We put our coats and other stuff down at the dining room table and I faced Michael and asked him what his plan was. He had not really said a word…but I knew he was cooking up…or had been cooking something up all day. I was surprised he had not driven us to some weird spot to invoke his punishment on me…or to force me to take it outside the box I had normally placed myself in…

“Are you scared? I mean…worried about your offer?”

“Well…you know me…I don’t do so well with the unknown, so I guess”

“Then why did you make the offer”

“Duh…to get us out of there to where we needed to be ha-ha”

“I see…well…because I know you…and know how you are…I know the waiting and anticipation for what it would be drove you crazy all night…so that is part one”

“Seriously”

“Ha-ha…yep…and it worked didn’t it?”

“Whatever…and now?”

“Maybe you will have to wait…maybe you won’t”

“You are just evil lumberjack”

“Oh…I got some evil lumber for ya…right here”

“Yeah…I know that”

“Seriously…I do have a plan…and it was designed to fuck with your head…at least the first part of it…which has clearly already happened…the rest…was me just wanting alone time with you…I mean sexy alone time…so you can relax and chill and take a sip of this”

“I want some sugar first”

He laughed and then leaned in and kissed me. I was a bit relieved of anxiety in terms of the “plan and punishment” and I was really happy to share some time with him. It seemed like he wanted to just kick back so I told Michael that I was going to jump in and take a shower while he was playing with the remote for the TV and stereo system. I went in and took a quick shower.... dried off, wrapped a towel around me, and when I came out of the bathroom into the bedroom the lights had been dimmed, there were candles lit and some nice jazz playing from speakers. Wrapped in my fluffy terry cloth towel I lay down on my stomach in the middle of the bed and closed my eyes.

I heard the unmistakable sound of the corkscrew and the familiar pop of a cork. Michael came into the room dressed in only his white CK boxer-briefs carrying two glasses of wine. I leaned up to take a glass and a sip and then set it down and he nudged me to lie back down on my stomach. He loosened the towel and just draped it over my ass and then moved up the bed close to me. I suddenly felt a warm sensation and realized he was drizzling warm massage oil on my back and I thought..."Damn...this is gonna be good".

The next 45 minutes were pure bliss. Mr. Lumberjack was very skilled at the massage thing taking great care to provide a mix of soft, gentle strokes along with some deep tissue and stretching work on my neck, shoulders and lower back. One of the few secrets I have left is that a good, relaxing and sensual massage would get me hard and horny almost instantly and that night was no different. I think junior made his appearance the moment Michael loosened the towel, but it was his masterful way of mixing strokes and his touch that really got me and kept me rock hard. He moved down to my lower back and butt next, applying more warm oil as he went. All I could do was moan when he started working on my ass and upper and inner thighs. God it was amazing, and I knew that the bedspread underneath me was getting a nice dose of the pre-cum oozing out of junior's head. Michael continued to work from my thighs down to my ankles and he added a little twist by employing his tongue on the inside of my thighs and the back of my balls. Wow....this was amazing. As he finished with my lower thighs and calves he leaned up and whispered in my ear that I should turn over and close my eyes and relax. Other than my dick, I don't think there was a part of me that wasn't already completely relaxed, and I told him so.

I turned over and the towel was completely dispensed with. I also realized that, at some point, he had slipped his underwear off. Ole junior was standing straight up at attention and I kind of chuckled when I looked down in that direction. I laid my head back down and I felt Michael lift my left hand and as I looked over at him, he was raising my arm towards the bed post. Lo and behold there was a soft rope attached to the post - I hadn't noticed that before......he slipped my wrist through the tie and then proceeded to do the same with both ankles and my other wrist. So, there I was.... not really tied up...but tied up for the first time. I had no idea this was something that interested Michael and I, certainly, had never really thought about it before myself. I was feeling a little bit anxious but I trusted him.....and I think junior got himself worked up even more with the anticipation....and Michael hadn't even touched it yet - as I looked down again I could see the pre-cum still oozing out...Shit, I felt like I could bust a nut at any minute.

Michael moved up towards the head of the bed and drizzled some more of the warm oil...this time circling my nipples with it.... down my chest, to my stomach and abs and then my cock and balls. The warmth of the oil really heightened my sensory perception of what was going on. He started with my neck and worked the oil on both sides...and then up my left arm back down to my left pec. I will say it again, the mixture of gentle and firm strokes was awesome, and I remember thinking in my head that he must have, somewhere, been trained in this art.

Michael continued to rub the warm oil into my skin and worked my pecs and chest and arms and shoulders. He then moved down to my feet and, though it sounds funny, other than wild and passionate sex, sometimes I don't think there is anything better than a foot massage.... well...for the most part. He worked on my feet for a bit and I was starting to squirm a little and every time I did, I realized I was still restrained. Moving up from my feet to my calves to my knees and thighs he mixed the firm and gentle strokes up into that spot on your inner thigh that tends to be a little tender and then his tongue went to work...nibbling and soft biting and licking all around the inner thigh...lightly running his tongue all over my balls...almost teasing and tickling them and then over to my other thigh where he bit and nibbled again. At this point I was squirming pretty good and found myself raising my hips up and down a bit off the bed...trying to pull my legs up closer but to no avail. While I could have escaped the ropes had I wanted to.... I didn't. I was finding this experience exciting and invigorating - not sure it was my brain or my body that was enjoying it the most but I was determined to ride the train all the way in to see where it was going to go.

For the next 30 minutes Michael masterfully used his tongue and mouth all over and around my groin. He would tease me by using the tip of his tongue on the tip of my dick and I truly believed he enjoyed my squirming immensely - every once in a while I heard a light chuckle come out of him so it made me wonder whether or not he enjoyed the teasing more than the actual sex play....who knows...but it was working for me.

A few minutes later I realized that he was releasing my ankles from the restraints and as he did, he ran his hands up and down my legs concentrating mostly on my thigh area. With the same gentle care he used in the massage, he lifted my legs up a bit to allow him access to my ass and he dove in with his tongue sending my nerve endings into a frenzy. He worked on the nether region for several minutes and as he did old junior was just oozing juice onto my belly. I told him that I couldn't hang on any longer - that the gusher was imminent, and he backed off a bit. I tried to look down at him to see if he was in the same hard place I was but I couldn't really see.... I assumed but I obviously couldn't reach out to check....and then I had my answer. With one hand holding up my legs Michael used his other to maneuver his rock-hard cock in circles around my asshole.... then rubbed it all over my balls and then he grabbed both our dicks and rubbed them together. It was at that point that, having lubed my hole up good, he inserted himself in me.... very slowly about a half inch at a time - pulling back each time and going in a little further. I was used to his motion now, after the other few times he had fucked me....and I braced myself for the pounding I was sure was coming. With the precision of...well I don't know...but with precision and determination he slowly continued to bring himself in a little further each time until...Bang...there it was...he hit the spot and the contact sent shudders...you know...like goose bumps all up and down my body. I thought he was going to increase his speed but he didn't...he left his dick in there for a bit with his head making contact with my button....and then he kind of moved around from side to side....back a little and then forward. He was, in effect, massaging my prostrate with the head of his cock...not his finger.... his cock. I felt full and stuffed but in a good way. There was no pain...just that sensation and all my senses were working and, I think, those senses were forced to be on overdrive because I couldn’t move or use my hands and arms. I now had my legs wrapped around his waist and as he was moving around inside me and his tongue was working my nipples....he continued the movement....slow and steady and I think the combination of that, the entire experience and his constant assault on my nipples brought me completely to the brink and I told him so.

He took one last bite on each nub and then he focused on his fucking....bringing himself almost all the way out and then slowly back to the nugget...and then I could tell he was tensing up...as was I and I told him it was gonna happen.....with a bit of a grunt he plowed all the way back in and I could feel his muscles...and the veins in his dick expanding and contracting and then it hit...both of us at almost the exact same time....I blew like I have never blown before.....I tried to pull my hands free and it wouldn't happen....raising my ass up and down on the bed just furthered the motion of the two of us together and the combination of that movement brought about an earth-shattering orgasm for me...and judging by all things...for Michael too. He continued the motion until I felt him start to soften up a bit....and as he slowed almost all the way down, he slowly, bit by bit, pulled out of me until I felt that little pop as he exited. He then took my dick in his mouth licking it up and down and all over...and then he cleaned my stomach and chest with his tongue running it back up to my neck to get that last bit of juice that flew up there.....and then he kissed me....our tongues fighting for best position....for minutes it seemed....a kiss like no other. With that he rolled off and lay down on his back next to me.

"Uh...excuse me Mr. Cavanaugh....do you mind.... can you let my hands loose??"

He turned and looked at me, smiled and then crawled up to the head of the bed and released me from the ties. I could have wiggled out on my own but I kind of wanted him to go through the process of “letting me go”. He laid down next to me and I closed my eyes for a few minutes.

When I opened my eyes and looked over Michael was just leaning up on his elbows staring at me and, being ever so self-conscious I said

"What?"

"nothing.... other than that was the most incredible sex I think I've ever had...my balls still ache.... but ya know...in a really good way".

I just chuckled a bit, basking in the compliment...or at least in the glow! He pulled himself up and moved over alongside me and draped his arm over my chest...I was still panting as his finger circled one of my nipples again...damn....if he wasn't careful it would start up all over again and I told him so. He relaxed a bit and we just lay there quietly until I realized he had fallen asleep. I don't know why it is I am always the last to drift off, but it was good as it gave me the opportunity to just kind of marvel at what just happened and how my world was so different…clearly, for me, in a good way…but oh so different. If this was “punishment” …then sign me up!