I Said Yes

The Anniversary Trip – Part 7

This probably isn’t going to go well so I readied myself figuring he was gonna be cranky and want to continue the conversation…and here he was…

“Hey Babe…wow…day drinking…that’s not like you” and he gave me a big ole kiss on the cheek when he said it…

“Hey Fran…how’s your morning treating you…Can I get what he’s having” (Michael)

“Sure handsome…coming right up” (Fran)

“How are you this morning…oh shit…you don’t get hangovers…I was hating life when I got up…the shower helped a bit though…ugh…So, is this what we are doing today or did you want to do something else…or want to see something else?” (Michael)

I was blown away…he was in a great mood…all chipper and smiley…it was as if yesterday didn’t even happen…wtf?

“Uh…is it still raining out there? It had just started when I got here…”

“Yeah it’s kind of coming down…should not have worn my shorts and flips” (Michael)

“You’d wear those in a snow storm…”

“Yeah” so…what are you thinking…(Michael)

“I don’t think I want to slosh around in the rain…if it were warmer it would be ok…but it seems kind of chilly”

“Well, a couple more of these and who knows…haha” (Michael)

“True…I guess we could play it by ear…and don’t forget tonight is Prime Rib night over at that other spot…I guess we could just drink our way through the day” (Michael)

“Ha…I suppose we could…though I will need some food”

“Hey Fran…can we grab a couple of menus…what’s good” (Michael)

Fran gave us the menus and recommended crab dip sandwiches or crab cakes…I am not a seafood fan, other than fish and chips so that is what I ordered and Michael got the crab dip.

“So…not that I am complaining or anything but you seem to be in a really good mood…I am a little surprised…cuz I am pretty sure I was a bit of a drunk dick”

“You were…ha-ha…but I am trying to be a grown up about it all and figured I would own handling it bad to begin with…so had you not brought it up that is what I was gonna tell you” (Michael)

“I love you, you know”

“I do know…so I figure we will enjoy the rest of today and tomorrow and what I want is for us to make a date to talk, seriously and soberly about the whole thing” (Michael)

“Wow…when did you get all growed up?? Ha-ha”

“I am learning…from you” (Michael)

“Awwwe”

“Stop being a girl and lets have some fun” (Michael)

“Fuck off you”

“There he is…welcome back!” (Michael)

“You must have taken your meds this morning”

“Ha…now YOU fuck off” (Michael)

“Boys, Boys…language…watch your fucking language!!” (Fran)

We both cracked up at Fran…we would get into these conversations and banter and sometimes forget when we were out in public…that was just us I suppose. She took it all lightly and played along with us…we liked her! If I owned my own little dive bar I would surely try and lure her away to work it. We finished out lunch and tried to come up with something to do. The rain was putting a damper on our wandering. I love the beach, in a warm rain, but it was chilly that day and not conducive to beach walking in the rain. Now mind you, Michael was a polar bear guy…meaning he would do that naked dive into an Ice pond if there was a reason…but me, not so much…so we continued to just sit there and relax. We had asked Fran about the prime rib dinner down at Bill’s and she confirmed it was the best in town so we decided that was a given…now we had 3 or 4 or 5 hours to kill. Michael got up to go to the restroom and Fran brought over a couple of shots. I had switched to my normal rum and coke and Michael went to beer…and with beer…he always ordered a shot or 2 or 3. When he came back he remained standing, downed the shot and said “come on”…

”Where are we going?”

“Patio to smoke and then I’m gonna smoke your ass in a game of pool” (Michael)

“You know I am not a pool player”

“That’s why I know I am going to smoke your ass…and then I am really gonna smoke your ass…ha-ha” (Michael)

“Aren’t you a funny guy…not a fair set up…you know you will win”

“Duh…ok…best of three on pool and best of three on darts…if we tie than we will do best of three on air hockey” (Michael)

“And what’s the prize…?”

“I already told you” (Michael)

Fran happened to be standing there and heard that whole exchange…she had a hearty laugh but commented, only with her facial expressions and not verbally. I am certain I did the blush/red in the face thing. I followed him out to the patio and we lit up. Michael pulled out a cigar, which we shared, and I joked that they probably did not have Louis XIII in the bar…he said he had already asked and…go figure…they did not.

We finished out smoke and, true to form, Michael kicked my ass in pool…He almost ran the table in each of the first two games so I was resigned that I had to make it up in darts. I was pretty sure I would hold my own at darts and hoped to get to the point where air hockey would be the tie-breaker. It wasn’t that I cared…I knew that, no matter who won, it was an ego thing for both of us…there was going to be some sort of sexual escapade, judging by his comments and body language. I kept looking over at him during the billiard game and he seemed to be sporting quite the “full package”, especially during the second game. He thought he was sly…but I knew what his angle was so I played a bit…grabbing his ass when he leaned over to shoot a couple of times. He responded each time with his cheeky grin that highlighted his dimples. At one point he was dancing around his pool cue and rubbing his left nipple as if he was performing in a strip club…the whole scene was just goofy but we were having fun…much as I hated to lose…I was looking forward to the rest of the day.

We moved over to the dart board and Michael had run up to the bar and grabbed more drinks…then we went and smoked and came back in. The dart game was fast as I was on fire and killed him in the first game. He held his own for a minute but, on that day, I was way better at darts than he…and bam…second game over. Now…the tiebreaker…we had never played air hockey together so I had no clue…but that really was more a game of luck…or so I thought.

I was feeling the buzz of having been in the bar for several hours. I am glad we got up and exerted some energy or I would already have been down. Air hockey proved to be my downfall as my reflexes were clearly inhibited by the booze. He won the first fame 5-3 and the second, 5-2. There it was…not only did he win the “prize” but he also got to have the big head and ego…dammit…

“So what’s the prize…?”

“I told you…so I hope you are ready…bet the buzz will help with numbing…ha-ha-ha-ha” (Michael)

“Oh, aren’t you a comedian…”

“Ok…drink up…time to go…I want to go swimming” (Michael)

“Swimming…no fuggin way…it’s still raining and cold as shit”

“Not in the motel pool…it’s heated…so I win” (Michael)

“But…err…it’s still light out”

“It’s dusk…and why does that matter” (Michael)

“Uh…cuz I know you”

“Oh, come on…just go with it! I won” (Michael)

“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah…ok”

And with that…and a sense of urgency on his part…we paid the tab, hugged Fran, told her we might be back after dinner…and headed to the motel under the guise of needing to clean up before dinner.

When we got to the motel it was almost dark…the tail end of dusk…and there were three cars in the lot, 2 of which were ours. Michael had a really devious look on his face, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the pool. We went in the gate and he walked to the far end that was sort of behind a building but, pretty much in plain sight. He turned to me and He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper. Placing his hands in the waistband he lowered his pants and black CK’s to the ground in one swift motion. Stepping out of them he stood naked in front of me, his hands on his hips. Michael turned away from me, took two steps, and dove into the pool. He swam across the with rapid strokes and pulled himself up out of the water. I watched the water run down his back and across his beefy, perfect ass. I wanted to grab it. My god! I was so lucky to be with this man but what was I thinking? What were we doing…it wasn’t broad daylight, but it certainly wasn’t under the cover of darkness either? He just sat on the concrete edge of the pool steps and watched me.

As if in a daze, I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the ground. I stepped out of my tennis shoes and pulled my socks off. Suddenly shy, I turned away from him and opened my pants and dropped them to the ground. I took a deep breath, held it, then slowly let it out. Lowering my underwear to the ground, I turned and faced my man. He sat on the edge of the pool steps smiling at me. His cock, previously soft, had started to swell. I took another deep breath and felt my own cock twitch. Shocked, I ran to the pool and jumped in. I had never swum naked in a public pool before and for a few minutes it was glorious! I swam a few laps, feeling the cool water glide over my naked body. Michael had moved off the steps and was just standing…about waist deep and I swam by and sat on the pool steps, looking over at him. He was leaning back on his elbows, his eyes closed, soaking in the moment. He did love his skinny dipping and exhibitionism…I think he really got off on that. I stared at his cock, now half erect and I licked my lips and decided it was gonna happen. We traded places and he sat on the steps…as I was wading across the shallow end, I came to a stop directly in front of him. I stood in front of him and placed my hands on his knees. He sat up and smiled at me…

"Enjoying yourself?" (Michael)

"Yes, I am. And I could ask you the same thing! “

I looked at his cock, a foot from my face. It was rising to full staff. I ran my hands up his hairy thighs, then back to his knees. A small drop of precum formed on the tip of his cock and glistened. I looked back at his face….

"It's ok." he whispered, his breathing a little ragged.

I looked back at his now fully erect cock, and I couldn’t believe this was happening. I lowered my mouth to the tip of his cock and licked it. The precum was sweet on my tongue, and as I ran it up the length of his cock, from base to tip, he moaned. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and sucked on it while running my hand up his shaft. I could feel my own hard cock trembling in the warm water, the sensation incredible. He put his hand on my head and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I lowered my mouth onto his cock and took him fully in my mouth. I almost choked on his girth but began bobbing my head quickly up and down on him while sucking hungrily. He began rocking his hips with me and suddenly moaned…

"I Cumming!"

Thinking back, I was surprised at how quick it happened…he normally had amazing stamina and staying power…I could only assume this happened fast because he was so worked up…Moaning loudly onto his cock I held him tighter and sucked harder. I was rewarded as he began to shiver and then bucked his hips as he came, filling my mouth with more juice than I could possibly hold. Some went directly down my throat, some spilled out of my mouth, the rest I swallowed hungrily. I continued milking his cock till it was dry, and it fell back limply onto his stomach. Michael lay on his back, breathing quickly, his eyes closed. I looked at him while I caught my breath and I wasn't sure what I should be feeling…I do know I was lost in all of the work up and really didn’t care who may have just seen that action.

Michael sat up and pulled me to him. As we kissed, he maneuvered me around to where I was sitting on the step. We made out for several minutes and he kept a constant stroke oh my dick going. I was really worked up…between what had just happened…and the warmth of the pool water and the riskiness and excitement…I was ready…as he continued to stroke me I noticed his dick was at full mast again…not unusual for him at all. He came even closer and, since I was sitting on the step, still with my ass submerged…he took one step up and spread my legs. The positioning was perfect as his waist was even with my spread legs and I knew what was coming.

He pressed his body against me and his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. Mouths opened and tongues pushed inside licking. His hand continued to stroke my dick while his other hand slid under me to play with my ass. I was a bit concerned as…if this is where it was going…we had no lube. He must have recognized that so he stroked me harder and faster and, in no time, he lifted my butt out of the water, used his hand to cover the head of my cock…and I shot off a huge load. I was shivering and shaking and moaning and had not realized he was catching the majority of the load in his hand. I looked down towards him and he had stepped up enough for his cock to be out of the water…he took his hand and spread a good amount of jizz on his dick…and the applied the rest to my hole.

Eagerly I spread and lifted my legs and, as I did, he grabbed them and pulled me towards him. He, effectively, was guiding my ass to his cock…I held on to the grab bar to keep my head from going under, but I was basically lying flat on the water. It was just seconds and I felt his seven inches, swollen and throbbing, pushing into my tight hole… stretching it, rubbing against flesh, making it tingle, and ultimately going deep inside me. The light pain was mitigated by the feeling of intense pleasure. He moved his cock, slowly back and forth, for probably two minutes or better. I did not count the seconds but just took him and voiced soft guttural moans.

"Don't stop! Keep fucking me!"

"Oh man, I've been looking forward to this for hours."

Suddenly I felt love juices surging inside me…shot after shot…amazing that he was able to blow another load that fast…He pulled out, leaving cum oozing from my hole...washing away and mixing with the pool water (I had a chuckle about that thought). I stayed there for a minute...looking at him and smiling…and wondering to myself…

” will I get to stay with and keep this man?” …