I Said Yes

We spent most of the rest of the morning, and into early afternoon, in bed doing a myriad of things…it was the longest period of time we had been able to spend together in that way…naked…playing with each other…loving each other…small talk about what we were doing and how it made us feel…It was incredible…losing all sense of time and place. I got to fully appreciate his body…and his skill…and I was exposed to some things that I had never experienced before…and teasers of things I wanted to do again…and things that I wanted to try. It was clear to me that, as clumsy as we both were during parts of that time in bed…Michael clearly had things he had been wanting to do and try also. I lost the self-consciousness that so often plagued me when I was naked with him. I felt more assertive and confident when he asked me to “do” certain things. In most of our encounters he was the more assertive one…but I found out, that day, that there were times where he just liked to be led…to let someone else take control over what would happen. I found that I liked that too…being able to guide the direction and dictate, in a way, where our lovemaking would go. For me, the whole scene was hot…the passion…the touch…the switching roles…the aggressiveness at times…I felt secure and almost euphoric at the whole idea that we were doing this with no fear or concern. There were many times, remembering that morning, that I got myself all worked up…aroused again at the mere thought of all the different things we did…the exploration…his vulnerability…and mine. It was an incredibly happy day and time and made me look forward to the possibility that the scene would be repeated many times throughout the course of our life together. It clearly put me in a place where I felt as though I had made a decision…a decision at least about my part in our future…in the story that would become us…

As we lie there…both somewhat winded and spent, with Michael resting his head on my chest and I rubbing his back…we decided that we probably needed to get up and get moving. I didn’t really want to…he was running his hand up and down, from my chest to my stomach, and I could feel myself getting aroused again. Surely, If I had stayed there any longer, I would be put to the test…or was I being tested at that moment? It was at that point when I saw him at his most emotionally exposed state…he was holding me and playing with me…trying to get me going again…but there was a weird…or strange calm to his being at that point…I could just tell he was content…his anxiety, which was a normal part of his personality, had disappeared…his normal morning grumpiness was not present…though his masculinity was nowhere close to being questioned…I saw and felt a vulnerability, despite his obvious desire to get things going again…maybe that was why? Because he was feeling vulnerable and he wanted to exert his assertiveness again…I was pretty sure no one person in his life, prior to that day, saw or felt this part of him.

I still felt as though we should get moving…even if only to clean up a bit. When I started to gently move him off of my chest I saw that he was looking up and into my eyes…just the faint appearance of a tear in one eye…he would later blame his teary eyes on allergies but I knew better…sometimes you just know…and I knew. I knew I was looking into his soul and he mine…if we had not had any type of emotional connection prior to that day…we certainly achieved it then. I suddenly became aware of my own vulnerability; of how I let this man into my life…how I had let him sweep me away emotionally and physically. All of those things bouncing around in my head, literally, only took about 30 seconds…but it felt like it took days to recognize those feelings…that attachment…the connection, the truth of what we had become to each other…and the connection of our souls.

I finally managed to untangle myself from him and move to get up…I decided that first, and foremost, my teeth needed brushing and I moved off the bed and over to the sink and counter. While I was leaning over the sink to spit, I felt him come up from behind and trace his hand from the back of my neck to my ass crack…then a coolness on his hand as he spread my cheeks…another round…this man was truly a horn dog…I kept looking down but I knew what he was doing…he had dropped to his knees and was now tonguing me…circling my hole with that tongue of his while using one hand to keep me pushed forward…his other hand was manipulating my balls from behind. He was a master with his tongue, and I was instantly hard. I looked up into the mirror and I saw him rise up…literally in more ways than one…(ha-ha) and I felt the coolness of some lube being applied to my butt. We were looking into each other’s eyes in the mirror as he slowly slipped the tip inside me…the familiar warmth of his cock was present again…it was almost surreal to watch his face and look into his eyes as he slowly slipped in further. There was no assault on my butt…just a very slow, upward movement inside…and then very slowly he withdrew almost all the way back out. I was a sucker for this movement…I could take him all day in this way…the slow movement…a little deeper each time and then almost all the way out. For me, that point where he was just ready to pull out, physically, is the point where, each and every time, I could feel a glob of my juice leak out. With most guys I think it’s when the prostate is hit…with me (not that that didn’t happen to me also) it was at that point where he almost pulled himself out. I suspect that was one of my most sensitive zones…where the ridge around the head of his dick hit that spot, just inside me.

With one hand on the countertop to steady myself, I reached around to grab him…pulling his body further into me. We never lost eye contact in the mirror and no words were said. I think this slow-motion was having an effect on Michael…I could tell physically as he was beginning to tense up…and I could tell by the look in his eyes. I was really hoping he would be able to continue this pace but, from a physical standpoint, the orgasm was inevitable…unless we were in a place where I could edge him…this was not that place…and I did not want to change anything right then and there. The forward and backward movement continued, and I felt myself moving with him. He started to pick up the pace a bit and, despite my efforts to slow him down…It wasn’t going to happen. Seeing his face in the mirror I saw his trademark grin and realized he was reaching for my dick. With a fair amount of lube still on his hand he began to jack me…and in no time I felt the juice rising up. With constant eye contact and us moving in perfect unison I felt it coming…literally. I nodded my head to let him know and he pumped my cock harder and faster…and he pumped inside me faster. I felt a trickle of sweat run down the side of my face as the heat in the room had increased…and the look in his eye told me it was time…I braced myself with both hands on the counter and continued to watch his face in the mirror…continued to rock myself on his dick and move with his motion…He pumped his fist around my cock harder and faster and…then…with tight lips and eyes closed he started to shoot…hot shots deep into me…and he squeezed my dick harder and kept manipulating it until I felt the cum exploding…shot after shot…some even hitting the mirror as I felt my self clench tight around the base of his cock as he continued to blow inside me. He had reached his other hand around and flattened it against my chest and pulled me hard back against him…he was still shooting…I could feel it still…I was stretched and full…I knew some was leaking out but I didn’t care. I had to grab his hand to ease his grip on my cock as I had hit that sensitive point…he grabbed my hips with his hands and then pushed deep…incredibly deep…one more time as he rested his head on my shoulder.

As we continued to look at each other in the mirror, neither one of us had made a sound…maybe a few moans or grunts here and there…but it was quiet. My body continued to shudder from the experience…if only for a minute or two. I had goosebumps all over as we continued to stare at one another. I felt him softening a bit, as was I, as he kissed my neck and shoulder and ran his tongue up to my ear. His look made me think he wanted to say something as he backed up a little bit. The ridge of his cock was now in that sweet spot in my ass and I shuddered again.

He was going to tease me by leaving it there until it slipped out on its own…damn…that was like no other feeling for me…really hard to describe but it was a feeling that brought all my senses to the front…my balls were vibrating, my nipples hard as rocks and my dick remained semi hard, leaking all over the counter top still. We stayed like that for a minute when I felt the expected…he slipped out with a bit of a popping noise…the fact that it made a noise told me he was still partially hard too. It was at that point when he wrapped me up again, with his cock resting against the small of my back, that he looked at me in the mirror with very serious eyes and said…

“Let’s get married today!” …