I Said Yes

Paybacks are a…

We got up and I gathered my clothes. The tide had gotten a bit high and Michael’s pants and socks were soaked…because mine were further up on the sand mine did not get wet. I pulled my pants (Commando-guess I lost my underwear in the water somewhere) and shirt on and slipped on my shoes and then grabbed his clothes…As he moved towards me I was backing up further away…Michael sort of lunged at me but I was able to keep away from him. I took his wet Calvin’s and twirled them around on my finger as I was walking backwards towards the sidewalk and street…

“You really gonna do that?” (Michael)

“I told you paybacks were a bitch!”

“Come on…” (Michael)

“I owe you…”

“That was in your backyard…no one even had the chance to see you” (Michael)

“Well…maybe you will think about this the next time you get a little prank going in your head”

“You know being naked in public obviously doesn’t bother me” (Michael)

“Obviously…but being naked in public and having to walk to the house just might”

“Ass…gimme my clothes” (Michael)

“They’re all wet anyway…”

“Dude…if I walk like this someone is gonna call the cops…” (Michael)

“That didn’t seem to bug ya a few minutes ago”

“We were in the water…I’m sure no one could see that” (Michael)

I had guessed he was right…it might have been a bit of a risk to make him walk naked all the way to the house…If I let him have his underwear at least people would think it was a bathing suit unless they got really close…so I relented and gave him the wet Calvin’s. He said thank you sarcastically and went about trying to pull them up…it was not easy but he finally did…and they stuck to him like saran wrap…highlighting his bulge and his butt in all the right ways…I guess it was the shit-eating grin I had on my face…

“Aren’t you funny…you like that shit huh…” (Michael)

“Oh yeah I do…Oh come on…where’s your sense of humor and adventure?”

“Yeah, yeah…whatever…come on…let’s go” (Michael)

And with that we began the ¾ mile trek to the house. I had to admit I was enjoying the view. When I walked behind him the wet shorts hugged his butt just right…and when I moved in front of him and turned around…that package…oh that package was right there…front and center and it got me going again…damn he was a fine looking man!

We got to the house and I purposefully took my time getting the front door unlocked. Michael was getting a bit inpatient, but I found it funny. I was bummed that, nowhere on the entire walk home, did we encounter anyone…not a person or a bike rider or even a car. I did manage to get a few pics of him in his near-nakedness and told him I would hold them for blackmail purposes…he actually chuckled about that. I took the pup out for a walk and he went in to get out of his wet boxers. When I came back in, he was standing in the kitchen, wrapped in a towel, pouring a couple of glasses of wine. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him and told him I loved him too. He turned, smiled, and kissed me as he handed me a glass…

“I gotta tell ya…that little adventure on the beach was pretty freakin hot”

“Good…that’s kinda what I was going for…and look at you getting all out of your comfort zone…that’s what I liked the most about it” (Michael)

“Oh come on…what you really liked was the blowjob in the water”

“Ha…no…what I really liked was bouncing up and down on your dick!” (Michael)

“You are such a horn dog”

“Horny for you Mr. Matt” (Michael) as he let the towel fall to the ground and he was all hardened up again…

“You are a freaking horn dog Mister”

“Take your clothes off…” (Michael)

“Are you really ready to go again?”

“Take em off!” (Michael)

So, needless to say, we managed to initiate my kitchen that night…the counter…the kitchen table…the floor. I was amazed at his stamina and how quickly he could “re-charge”, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain about it…and honestly…it didn’t take me long to re-charge either. Wine certainly wasn’t the only thing we indulged ourselves with that night…and I had him for two more nights after this one…