I Said Yes

From Chapter 62…

“Let’s stay another day…I want to spend the day in bed with you and make love over and over and over again…please?” (Michael)…

We had just had one of the most intense and passionate lovemaking sessions since we got together. Though each and everyone one of our sexual escapades was a little different…this one was really, really intense and I knew that because Michael was an incredibly masculine, guys guys…wasn’t sappy in general…wasn’t worried about feelings…didn’t always pay the closest attention to detail in that department…but on that morning…by virtue of the fact that he wanted to stay in bed all day…and do it over and over…well, it wasn’t the sex…I could tell he was feeling it…sure, physically to an extent…but primarily on an emotional level…at least in my unprofessional opinion…

“Really...another day?”

“Yup…I just want to be with you…I hate it when you or I have to leave.” (Michael)

“I know…I do too! Ok…I will stay another day if you can promise me one thing…sometime, before we go to dinner, we have to have the chat…even if it is to set up another time to have it…but we have to have it…I can’t go on for months wondering what its all about and what’s going to happen”

“Well, if you just came back with me it would solve it…ha-ha” (Michael)

“Ass”

I smile and look for my phone. I need to touch base with Corey and Rob if I am gonna make this happen… He sends a text out as well…I assumed to Chris and Diane. He gets out of bed, as I watch his ass walk around the bed foot of the bed over to my side, his dick swinging loosely, and I can see dried cum splatters on his abs and pecs. He arches over me, kissing my forehead, and I playfully pull at his dick hanging inches from me.

"No, we're cleaning up first, we made a mess last night." (Michael)

He pulls me out of the bed and leads me to the bathroom and starts the shower. He holds me for a moment, and steps in, pulling my hand behind him...

I stepped in and was to the front, facing him as the water sprayed on my back and shoulders… he put his hands on my shoulders and gently turned me around facing the wall of the shower under the water. He slowly began to rub my back and soon worked into a full massage using the soap and body gel to rub my back and relax my muscles and just generally help us both loosen up and allow comfort to seep in and become the order of the moment.

I was in Michael's hands and I encouraged him to continue and carry this wherever he wanted it to go, as quickly or slowly as he wanted to take it. And of course, he did just that. I'd given him a very strong indication that I was willing to let this go wherever he took us…after all…I agreed to spend another day…and just for a split second I seemed to sense just a bit of hesitation or holding back, so just to make sure we were both on exactly the same page, as he continued to massage and rub and gently caress my back, I slowly moved my left arm down and reached back between us and gently cupped his dick and lightly squeezed and began to return his massage efforts.

My little gesture was rewarded by an almost total body spasm as he felt and reacted to my touch. He squeezed both of his hands on my shoulders and let out a moan that was clearly one of pleasure. It seemed like he was moving with a bit more urgency and strength to his massage and rubbing...I gently continued caressing his dick and I was rewarded by his expected reaction as his dick began to grow and stiffen a bit and then a bit more. I leaned back into Michael just a bit, trying for more contact, and just as I did, he began to move his hands around to my chest and continued the slow firm touch, rubbing and gently kneading the muscles of my chest causing me to drift even further into a trance of pure pleasure.

This experience seemed a bit different than our other shower encounters…my head was in a totally different space and from the moment I got up off the bed I was really turned on. There was something about him that morning…his look…his assertiveness…typical Michael in some ways…but different in others and I was having a hard time putting my finger on it…I wasn’t complaining and, in actuality, was really curious about why and where it would go. I was clearly reacting and I felt totally entranced in the moment and the physical explorations… and the incredible sensations from his hands…his boldness and desire to create such wonderful feelings…I realized my mind had moved into a place where only the immediate physical experience existed.

I think we both sensed a growing intensity…I know I did…and we both felt the urgency start to take over the touch and feel. He started moving his wands with more purpose, around my chest and belly…more of a caress…but also more firm with a lot of pulling and pushing. His dick was already fairly hard when he walked us into the shower and, as it reached its full size, I felt it become even harder, I could feel the blood moving through and even warming my fingers…but even as I could tell what was happening behind me…I was almost collapsing at the perfect pressure and touch on my chest and stomach…and then, a passing touch or two on my dick…followed by a rub of my balls…just for a second…and then back up to my chest and stomach.

He was moving and kneading and massaging with such incredible skill that I quickly lost track of everything else as I softly rubbed his dick behind me…I was totally lost in his touch and attention and, once again, I was hard as a rock…Michael moved back just a bit and returned most of his attention to my back and shoulder muscles. He moved his hands down to my lower back and pushed and pulled and softly caressed like he had done on my chest and stomach…I was quickly giving in to an almost euphoric place in my head. He then began to separate his hands, one moving around and forward and the other moving down to my ass. The feel of his hand on my ass cheeks was soft yet firm and strong…almost demanding, causing my already hard, completely distended dick to jump…while he was continuing to focus on my butt I started to feel that he was at a point where this was what he wanted…that it was to an end because he was there and ready…but I wasn’t ready yet. While he had reached around and aggressively grabbed my cock, he was circling my hole with his fingers. I arched my back and moved my ass to give him better access and, at the same time, I put my right hand on his just to make sure he didn’t let go of my dick…and I reached around behind me and grabbed ahold of the base of his shaft.

I could tell he was getting close…and then he reached up and grabbed the bottle of bath gel and squirted a large portion on gathered his dick. Dropping the bottle, he a handful of the gel slathered it between my legs and onto and in my hole. Just the feeling of his fingers and his aggressiveness got me going…I was arching and moving around trying to encourage him…I wanted him right then…but it seemed like an eternity before he was done lubing me up…and then I felt it…just the tip right at my opening. He held it there for a bit…no movement…nothing.

He very slowly leaned into the back of my neck with his mouth and kissed my neck and grabbed a mouthful of skin and muscle and lightly, at first, began to bite down. As the bite became a little firmer, he stopped and whispered…”What do you want?”

Again, I arched my back, pressing onto his cock again, as much as I could…he knew what I wanted and I felt him pressing in just a little more with his dick as he bit me on the neck and shoulder…before I knew it he was firmly in my ass and had both arms circling my chest…one hand flat against my belly and the other with my right nipple being squeezed and pulled between his thumb and finger. There was no movement…nothing but the feeling of his hard cock filling me up and stretching me open. I tried to turn my head and reach back to kiss him but it didn’t work in the position I was in…as I tried he hugged me even tighter and seemed to push inside a little further…slowly…very slowly…He moved his dick out, but of course not completely…he moved back in and, as he was as far in me as he could possibly be, he stopped again and squeezed and hugged even harder…Weirdly enough, at that moment, I was lost in all that he'd brought into my life…I needed this so badly, I needed the complete and total acceptance and companionship that, even just for that moment, we shared. I had no idea where things were going to go but, right then, I wanted that feeling to last forever…but, at the same time I really wanted Michael to fuck me as fast and as hard as he possibly could…

I began to press back harder trying to encourage some movement and to convey my need for him to fuck me…He seemed to be taking a different approach…seemed like he wanted it to build and deepen the intensity. He began to move, just a bit…with a pace that seemed very slow to me. I realized that I was really getting off on his approach. My dick was so hard…almost painful…and my nuts had pulled up really tight…He would pull almost completely out of me and just hold just on the verge of completely leaving my ass, but not quite, just enough feeling so that I held very still not wanting to lose his dick… not wanting him to fall completely out. Each time, with maybe just a bit shorter intervals, he would push his dick back in my ass and when he was all the way in, where I could feel his abs fully against my ass…he would stop and wait...Just wait for me to squirm or make a noise admitting my need…He was driving me crazy…but in a good way. Each time he pulled until he was almost out, he would slowly push back in, bringing our bodies as close together as was possible. When he was fully inside, he would squeeze his arms which only heightened the feeling for me. I was becoming used to his slow movements…and on one of his retreats, he left the head of his dick just barely in my ass…I felt the cold drop of more gel on my ass as he poured more on his dick…I really wasn't sure I understood, because it all felt so good and I was feeling no pain or friction… but he poured on some more gel and…he waited…waiting until I couldn’t stand it anymore and I pushed back hard…trying to force him up inside again…

“Geezus Michael…please…I want you…fuck me”

“There it is…that’s wanted I wanted to hear” (Michael)

Being the ass he could be he teased more…barely moving inside again…

“Are you sure this is what you want? Fast and hard…or deep and slow?” (Michael) “Yes, please fuck me”.

I had barely got the words from my mouth when he lurched forward and forced his dick as high inside my body as he possibly could…I let out a mixture of a sigh and a scream at the sudden and total deep thrust… And just as quickly, he was gone again, pulling back almost as far as possible without completely leaving… the next time there was no wait as he thrust his dick into my ass again…then he was almost out and again hard, fast, high, and over and over he pushed into me and pulled out only to jam his magnificent dick up into me…again and again and again. I was completely lost in the ecstasy as he punched hard into my prostate each time he pushed into me… and each time he pulled out I was, even for that tiny portion of a second, almost desperate to have him back in me. As his pace picked up even more, he leaned into me with his chest tight against my back and grabbed me with both arms and, again, I felt we were almost melding into each other…he reached down and grabbed my dick and squeezed so hard I thought he would pull it completely off, but it felt so wonderful and almost as if that one act made us just that much closer. He continued to thrust and pull his dick in and out of my ass and squeeze my dick and he bent to my ear and huskily said 'help me with you' and he grabbed my hand and forced it onto my dick and, together, we began to pump my dick in exact rhythm. We squeezed and pulled on my dick as he pushed his dick hard and high into my ass and we squeezed and pushed my dick as he pulled out… and almost stopped but again pushed back into my enveloping body. I knew that, as much as I wanted this feeling of submitting to him to last forever, neither of us could not possibly last much longer as I began to feel my dick begin to squirm and prepare for my climax. As if he were reading my body and my mind, he squeezed my dick so hard it was close to painful…

” Are you ready for my load?” and I just pushed my head and my ass both and again said 'oh shit… yes, please fuck me'. And he did…

He let go of my dick and pushed me forward so that he could grab my hips and he thrust and pushed and pulled and I continued to push and pull on my dick…we went on like this for who knows how long, each thrust into my ass bringing me higher and closer to blowing my load…I knew that he was just another second or so from filling my ass with his cum and bringing us both to a point of release... And then he grabbed my hips so hard, pulled me to him, with his dick higher in my body than ever before, his cum juice squirted and squirted and filled my ass completely and the second I felt his dick begin to spasm, I, at last, shot my load and squirted my cum all over the wall of the shower…I stood there for a minute…he still hugging me…trying to catch my breath…I slowly began to raise up, being careful not to move to fast and force his dick out of my ass…God it still felt so good…I was almost standing straight up when he grabbed me and hugged me from behind…he squeezed and moved his mouth up next to my ear, lightly nibbling on it…and almost completely out of breath he said…

“Thank you for an amazing shower”.