I Said Yes

The Anniversary Trip-Part 1

Before I knew it the week of our Anniversary trip to Cannon was there. I was bouncing around all over the place taking care of details. I had made the reservation at our little spot on the beach…Corey and Chef Rob were dialed in to handle the schedule for a few days…I took care of inventory and payroll…worked a couple of events and spend a couple of days making sales calls to get some new ones. Details, details, details…none too important and none too mundane. My middle name was “Organizer” and that was my goal that week…everything in place so I didn’t have to worry while away nor would anyone have to call me for info. As much as I wanted to think I was getting better at the obsessive part of that personality trait, I couldn’t let the organizer part go…I had learned to think more outside the box and go with the flow (mostly as it pertained to Michael) there were still parts of me that had to have some element of control.

Michael and I had previously decided to meet in Cannon Beach for our weekend. He had an event on Thursday night, at the winery, that would run late and then would need to help with breakdown and clean up on Friday morning. He could have left Walla and swung through Seattle and grabbed me up but there was a quicker way, from Walla, to get to Cannon and that just made sense. I would plan on arriving in Cannon early afternoon, check in, and wait for him to arrive sometime late afternoon or early evening depending on traffic.

I had made arrangements with my next-door neighbor to dog-sit so Friday morning I took Scooter for a long walk down to the beach…grabbed a cup of coffee at the little beach coffee spot and we wandered for quite a while. I loved being on the beach when the sun had just come up…it was peaceful and the best time. We wandered back to the house and I made sure he was set up with treats and food and water…threw some stuff out of the refrigeration together, took the trash out and loaded up the car. It was about 9 am when I headed out, hit the freeway and was on my way south. It was a beautiful morning, there was not too much traffic for a Friday, and I was excited to be getting out of town and ready for some Michael-time. We had not seen each other in over a month and this Memorial Day weekend trip would be awesome. I cut west over to the pacific highway and was in awe. It never ceased to amaze me, not matter the time of year or the weather, the views were just amazing. I knew that, someday, I would end up living on the actual coast. West Seattle was great because of how close I was to the bay, but this was different…I felt like this is where we would end up one day with the stereotypical house overlooking the ocean and just a short walk to the beach. This is where we would have our best days and the rest of our lives together…I was certain of it.

I blew into Cannon with a level of excitement I hadn’t felt in a while. Got checked into the motel a bit early…they were very accommodating in that respect…unpacked the car…had a quick smoke…and wandered over to the bistro for a bit of lunch. The bistro was at the end of the parking lot and was right next door to the motel. They had a good menu…full bar…nice wine list and a killer patio that we had utilized on our first trip. The staff was really friendly and accommodating and, even though we were tourists per say, they knew we were in the business and treated us like industry folk. You cannot go to Oregon and NOT have a glass of their famed Pinot Noir, so I indulged in that and a great beef dip sandwich with homemade potato chips. A second glass of wine was delivered “on the house” as the server and manager remembered me from our last visit. Yep…this was the life and it was going to be a great weekend. I sent Michael a text telling him I was all checked in and he responded by saying he would be hitting the road about 30 minutes from then. I was surprised he was managing to get out of the winery this early…well…we would see if that really happened…but at least he was getting close to leaving.

I gave Corey a quick call and messed with him…letting him hear the waves crashing on the coast and he, rightfully so, told me to fuck off… (I would have done the same). He said that all was well and to stop calling. I chuckled and thanked him again and then we said our goodbyes. A third glass of Pinot and I decided, if I kept going, there would not be much of an evening with Michael. I paid out…told the server (Austin) that we would likely be back for dinner, and I decided to take a stroll down on the beach which was, literally, 100 yards away. It was late afternoon and the waves were crashing and the tide was rising…it was a little chilly and windy, but it was my definition of perfect. I sat down on a group of rocks…just out of reach of the waves…and lit a smoke. I figured that, by then, Michael should be arriving just about any time. I had brought my hoodie and backpack with me. Decided to slip a bottle of wine, an opener, two cups and some cheese into the backpack. I knew if he didn’t find me in the room he would come down to the beach and, as luck would have it, while I was sitting there on my third smoke, Mr. Man arrived, surprising me from behind with a big hug. We kissed for a few minutes…had a few more hugs and he sat on the rocks with me lighting up a smoke…

“You made pretty good time…I am kind of shocked you got here so early”

“It all worked out…I did a lot of the clean up last night and was anxious to get to you…I have missed you!” (Michael)

“Me too…”

“You missed you too?” (Michael)

“Very funny”

He said he wanted to walk a bit as he had been sitting in the truck for 4 hours. We grabbed my stuff and he took my hand and we wandered down the shore for a bit. I had a hunch something was coming my way…On our previous visit we found the edge of the shore that was adjacent to a wildlife preserve. It was quite overgrown with incredibly tall grasses and brush. We, before, had found a path into the brush area and there was a clearing that, you could tell, had been used by others for partying…sunning and, we had assumed, sex play. Just on the edge, where the sand met the grass, there was a small building…a hut really…that was probably used as a lifeguard stand or supply building in years past. As we walked, he kept grabbing my ass and messing with my ears…which he liked to do as it was a tickle spot for me. We got to the spot where the hut was, and the waves were crashing hard spraying us with mist. It was chilly because of the breeze and the water splash but, in the sun, it was still relatively warm. I knew, without even having to think about it, what his agenda was…or I thought I knew…“Do you want to head back to the room?” …He looked surprised at my question

“No, over there, under the roof in the corner” (Michael) as he took my hand and lead me to the corner of the shack.

“What if someone walks past”

He pushed me up against the wooden wall and put his finger across my lips as if to say, be quiet. We got around the corner and then, suddenly, he pressed his lips against mine and looked straight into my eyes. My heart was racing, and our breathing was getting heavier as we kissed passionately, his tongue circling mine and probing around in my mouth. He pushed his body against mine heavily and I could feel our hard dicks grinding together. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders. Then he slipped his fingers into the top of my jeans, tickling my pubes as he fought with the buttons, one by one popping them undone. My dick was bulging through my pants and wanting to get out. Then he grabbed hold of my hands and forced them over my head and held them there before kissing me some more. He kissed my neck and then moved across, kissing and licking my ear, then slowly traced his tongue across my bicep before burying his head in my armpit. The feeling of his breath and his wet tongue felt amazing, making me shiver with pleasure. With my hands firmly pinned above my head, his other hand was trying to release the zipper on his pants. Eventually he pulled them down to his knees along with his underwear, releasing his cock.

His wet tongue was now teasing my nipples and making me moan like crazy. He stood in front of me and looked me up and down, releasing my arms from his grip. He ran his fingers down my chest and slowly into the top of my open jeans. His other hand clamped tightly around his cock… His face looked so serious as he looked me up and down. I went to pull my jeans down and he stopped me…

“No, I love the thought of your dick hidden away in your pants. It’s so hot”

The end of his cock was leaking pre cum heavily and he was rubbing it all over the tip with the palm of his hand. His wrist action was firing me up like crazy. All I wanted was to get mine out and use his pre cum to lube myself up.

“I love your body, it’s so fucking hot. Just the sight of it makes me wanna cum…Touch yourself” …Run your hands down your chest. Lick your armpits”

I did as he asked and enjoyed giving him a show, it was such a turn on for me…As I teased my body some more I noticed his pre cum was now dripping down to the sand, I held my hand out and let it run on my fingers before smearing across my nipples. I then licked at it, tasting it on the tip of my tongue.

“Your gonna make me cum” (Michael)

His mouth was wide open, and his chest was red where he was ready to explode. His hand got faster, sliding it up and down his thick shaft. After kissing me some more he let out a cry, pulled at his balls and shot his massive load straight at me, all down my chest and jeans.

“Oh fuck” he called out as his dick carried on pulsing, pushing out the last of his thick load. He released his grip and let it hang in front of him. It looked so good I wanted it in my mouth.

“Now it’s your turn” …placing both hands on my hips he slid my jeans down slowly, leaving behind my grey boxer briefs. My cock was so hard I couldn’t wait for him to finish me off. He turned and with his back to the corner of the building slowly slid down to his knees.

“Pull your underwear down and come here” …

I did as he asked and moved towards him, my cock perfectly in line with his open mouth.

“Fuck my face, fuck it hard, really make me gag” …

I sank my hard meat into his open mouth, across his tongue and deep into the back of his throat. I slowly repeated, thrusting a little deeper each time. He pulled away and grabbed my balls, running his tongue across them.

“Harder this time, pretend it’s my ass… really fuck me”

I shoved it in this time making him gag a little. I could see his dick waking up again.

“Harder”

he shouted, hardly being able to understand him. I rammed my cock all the way in, deep and hard. He gagged as my pre cum mixed with his saliva and dribbled from the sides of his mouth. I face fucked him so deep my pubes were pressed hard against his open mouth and so hard his head was banging against the wooden wall.

“I’m gonna cum soon”

He pushed me away and shouted not to come yet…He went on all fours and rolled over onto his back

“Face me and sit on me”

My cock was ready to explode so I did what he asked…He wiped his hand across my spunk covered chest and smeared it across my ass before I lowered myself onto his face. I pushed down hard and slid my crack up and down over his chin and nose, it felt so good. Then his tongue probed at my hole making me squirm…I jerked my cock hard till I could take it no more

“I’m cumming now” …He pushed me up and demanded…

“shove it in my mouth, …fuck my face and cum”

I leaned forward on all fours and shoved my aching cock into his warm open mouth. It was so wet and sloppy it only took a few thrusts before I released my load into his mouth. He gagged and swallowed it all then looked at me and smiled. I rolled over next to him, both of us covered in beads of sweat.

“That was so fucking hot”

“Yeah it was”

As we got up to get dressed, we both heard a noise to the left of us.

I pulled my briefs and jeans up and went over to the corner of the building. I slowly looked around the corner and there were two young guys standing there, one with his dick out and the other one with his hand down the front of his board shorts. They spotted me right away and one of them said

“sorry, we were only watching, that was so hot” …

I smiled and turned away walking back around the corner to where Michael was.

“There were two guys jacking off to us, I just caught them”

“Go and get their numbers, they can join in next time”