I Said Yes

The Anniversary Trip – Part 3

We hit a spot called Bill’s Tavern and Brew House. Michael was the beer guy, so this was perfect for him. We could get an old school tavern lunch…he could get his craft beer and, because I was not much of a day drinker, I would have a light beer or two at most. Lunch was awesome…like you would expect for bar food…but it was really good. Michael had 3 or 4 different craft brews as he was wanting to try new stuff. I had a couple of Irish Red Ales and that was plenty for me. I am the guy who was the opposite of most people…I can drink rum and coke all night long but give me 2 beers and I would have a pleasant buzz and needed nothing more. We relaxed at the Tavern…. enjoyed our meal and drinks…and the company of an old school, good ole boy bartender named Hank. Hank gave us the scoop on what else to do over the holiday weekend and what spots to hit for food. Ironically, the pizza spot Michael had chosen was number one on Hank’s list. He told us that his spot would be having Prime Rib the following day and, in his “humble” opinion, theirs was the best in town if we liked beef…I told him he had me at Prime Rib so he would probably see us. I asked for the tab and we paid out and said our goodbyes…Michael left quite a hefty tip for Hank and we headed out.

Main Street USA…that’s what the small downtown of Cannon Beach reminded me off. You could see a Thomas Kinkade painting of this quaint little town. I imagined it would remind some of a coastal town on the East coast with its fish markets and its pubs and restaurants and antique stores. There was even an old-fashioned News stand that sold, not only newspapers and magazines, but every other little item you might need as a tourist. We walked down one side of the street window shopping and just enjoying the evening. There was a bit of a chill in the air, but it was still a great night next to the shore.

We crossed the street after 7 or 8 blocks and headed back in the direction of the motel. There was one dive bar in our path, so we popped in to see what it was like and have a couple of drinks. As we sat there it reminded both of us of the spot in Walla Walla that Michael likes so well. Dark, old music on an old juke box, pretzels on the bar…old vinyl bar stools and a lady bartender who was, in all likelihood, as old as the bar itself. “Fran” welcomed us with a friendly “Howdy” and quickly poured drinks for us along with the 2 shots of Jameson that Michael ordered. When she wasn’t busy with other customers, she made small talk with us…wanting to know where we were from (I guessed it was obvious) …how long were we in town for…were we a couple?? Guess that was obvious too and when Michael discreetly asked her what gave us away, she responded by saying it was the way we looked at each other…Her son was gay and she just “had a feelin” about us. It did put a smile on my face…and then Michael planted a big ole kiss on my cheek…if the regulars weren’t sure about us when we walked in they certainly were after that….but it didn’t matter to us…there was little or no chance any of these folks would see us again after this weekend any way.

We spent about 2 hours with Fran and then decided to call it a night. Michael seemed a bit “randy” while we were sitting at the bar. He had trouble keeping his hands to himself and, at every opportunity, he discreetly whispered something sexual into my ear though he wasn’t working very hard at being discreet. We said our goodbyes to Fran and told her we might see her again before the weekend was over. Michael took the lead when we walked out of the bar…grabbing my hand and almost pulling me into a trot with him. He clearly wanted to get somewhere fast and I had a hunch I knew what was coming…not that I was going to complain but his hurrying had me laughing to myself.

We arrived at the room with no time, apparently, to waste. Michael unlocked the door and, before even closing it he closed the gap between us…he locked his lips over mine, kissing me with such passion and urgency…more so than any other lip-lock we had shared. I felt myself getting lost in the moment and worked up when, suddenly, he pushed me against the wall and slammed the door. Using his strength, he ripped my shirt open and the buttons went clattering down onto the wood floor. He came at me with an urgency I didn’t think I had experienced before with him. I was responding and every sound I made seemed to tell him he was doing it right…and that pushed him to double his efforts. Time seemed to fly because the next thing I knew Michael had literally ripped my belt off, ripped open the buttons on my 501’s and there was my Adonis kneeling before me.

I leaned my head back and ran my hands through his hair, slightly pulling his head into me. I found myself gritting my teeth and taking deep breaths as I fought the urge to cum already…I opened my eyes and when I saw Michaels face buried in my groin as he was grabbing and pulling at my ass pulling me into him. I did not boast a porn-style dick, but he certainly gave me an appreciation of deep-throating at that moment.

The hot wet tightness of his throat and the talented swirling of his tongue caused my legs to shake and I found myself letting out loud, passionate moans for the world to hear. Thinking back…I certainly hoped we didn’t have neighbors next door…

Michael’s head was now bobbing back and forth on my dick…and he was paying special attention to the head…that really got me going and I thought I had died and gone to blowjob heaven…Leaning back against the cold wall I closed my eyes again and knew that I was going to erupt at any minute. The sensation of his mouth was like rubbing my cock with velvet…and I knew it about the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. He was going at it with abandon and I had to pull him off to slow things down for a minute…Finally, Michael stood up and kissed me again. Our hands intertwined as he led me to the bed. We face each other and kissed and rubbed and licked until he pushed me down on the mattress. he pushed my legs up and spread them until he could see my hole…then he lifted them and put them on his shoulders. In all the foreplay I had not realized he had undressed himself…one handedly apparently. With my legs perched up on his shoulders he rubbed his slick cock, wet with precum…all over my balls and the outer rim of my hole.

We made eye contact and stared into each other’s eyes for a bit…he leaned down and kissed me again…pushing his hefty cock head against my hole with a little more force.

"You ready?" He asked.

"More the you’ll ever know"and he grinned his grin.

He smiled…kissed me once more and then pushed forward.

He threw his head back and moaned loudly as I felt his meat slowly sliding deep inside me…and I knew with the way things were going and his level of horniness…I would be stretched to my limit. He watched carefully, seeming to be willing to stop at any time it felt so good to me I couldn’t say anything. It was always a bit uncomfortable for me at first…but I wanted to keep pushing…I wanted him all the way in until I felt his sac resting against my ass. He now had me as worked up as he was…it was almost animalistic…

"Fuck baby you took me all the way!"

He slowly withdrew out to the head and slowly pushed back in, he sawed slowly back and forth until I grew used to it and by then he started to pick up the pace. His dick was sliding in and out of the tight warm hole smoothly and from the looks on his face he was really getting into it.

Michael started to quicken his pace with greater speed, and it forced his ball sack to slap against my ass. With each thrust he was sending wave after wave of an indescribable pleasure into me. Michael kept up the pace for over an hour and sweat coated our bodies. I pulled my legs down and wrapped them around his waist and pulled him in close and kissed him.

"Baby I am so close cum in me. Breed my ass"

"Fuck. I am close too" (Michael)

"Pound me as hard as you can…I want you"

Michael obliged and got in a better stance…he pushed his arms under my back and gripped my shoulders and proceeded to fuck even harder…He grunted and moaned as my tight wet hole gripped his cock. He pumped harder and faster into me… with such force that he started to shake, he didn't have to ask when I started to cum at the same time he did…hands free…just his pounding brought me to the limit…With a few more final hard and deep thrusts he slammed deep into me and unleashed torrents of cum deep inside as I blew all over his chest and belly and my chest. I felt him throbbing…shooting rope after rope of jiz into me…after about ten long seconds he collapsed onto of me…still deep inside. It took quite a bit for me to feel him start to soften and, after another 30 seconds or so I felt him pop out. We laid like that for several minutes before we tried to collect ourselves…I was exhausted, and I couldn’t imagine how he felt after all that “work” …

"That was simply incredible baby” (Michael)

He used his remaining strength to roll off me and lay on his side…again just looking into my eyes. We needed no other words to be said…but he made me laugh again…asking…

“What’s for Dinner?”