I Said Yes

What Are We Doing?

I woke up, infuriated with myself. The bed was empty, his clothes gone, and he was not in the room. How could I have let it happen…not only had I not heard from him in forever…he was a married man…a man who had clearly made a choice…I made a choice…What the fuck was I thinking? NOOOOOO…I was not going to let him draw me in again…I was NOT.

Over the course of the next day, Michael and I ended up talking on the phone. For as little as he said when he visited my hotel room, he had much to say on the phone. In some of his thoughts, it was almost as if we had never gone our separate ways…things so natural and comfortable in terms of the chat. I did not see him again, while I was in Seattle, but he did tell me he would be in San Francisco the following weekend at a trade show that, ironically, I was going to attend also…Go Figure.

I spent the week kicking myself in the ass for falling back into the routine. Now I was all screwed up with trying to determine what our little tryst…and that’s all I could call it, what it meant. He was vulnerable as he and Kanae were going through a breakup…I was vulnerable because I deeply missed him…more than I had even been able to admit…until then. Clearly it was stupid…clearly, we were both reacting to the emotional part of not being together…and then seeing each other out of the blue. What I came to learn, later, was that, when Nolan let it sort of slip out that I was in town, Michael pounced on that information in an effort to see me. He knew the guys and I would be at Zag that night and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out a way for us to “run into” each other…the question was…what was his motive…had he planned it that way or did he lose control just like I did…clearly he had planned some part of it because he had the restraints and the blind fold…but then again, he was staying in the same hotel. That fact, him in the same hotel, made me wonder too…Chris was in the hotel down the street…how did it happen that Michael was at the same property as me? Did he, somehow, know ahead of time? Was it really that coincidental or had he known and made his plan ahead of time…I didn’t know and, not that it mattered much, I didn’t really care…it was just a curiosity for me?

Before I knew it, I was checking into the Hyatt Regency on the Wharf in San Francisco. I had little self-control when I had agreed to share a room with Michael for this event…the Ultimate in California Wine Events. All the activities were taking place at the Moscone Center which was about a 15-minute Uber ride from the hotel (without typical San Fran traffic). Michael was driving down from Seattle and Chris, Diane and Corey were all flying from Walla Walla. The gang would be together, again, for a 3-day event that would showcase west coast wineries and restaurants. There would likely be at least 1000 people going through the gates to taste the best in wine and food. As was the case with the Taste Washington event a few years earlier, this gave restaurants a chance to pair up with wineries and offer their goods to customers, vendors, distributors, and the public. It also gave operators the chance to take classes, meet with those vendors, be wined, and dined, and see the latest in operational tools, trends, exciting new wines, and great food. I was, again, excited to be a part of such an event and I looked forward to being with a bunch of industry nerds and foodies for the whole weekend. It didn’t hurt that I would have a few days with the gang nor did it hurt that I would get some parts of a weekend with Michael. After the Seattle meeting, I found myself wondering if we could, maybe, rekindle what once was between us and look towards a future again…

I was sitting at the hotel lobby bar just killing time. I had various text messages from the gang keeping me updated as to when any of them would arrive. Curiously, not a word from Michael yet…so that gave me quite a bit of time to think about what I was doing. There I was again, at a crossroads…I was happy, well happy as I could be, with my circumstances at the time. Things with my folks had stabilized…the job was good…life was constant (yes, meaning boring) but I was ok with things. I wasn’t seeing anyone nor was I out looking for anyone…Truth be told, I had secretly continued to hope there was a future for Michael and I…I just wasn’t going to pursue it…but that didn’t stop me from hoping and dreaming that someday…well, you know…

With no warning at all he blew into the bar and plopped himself on the bar stool next to me…showering me with kisses on the neck and cheek and one of his famous Bro-hugs, Michael had arrived. He was in a great mood…nervously talking about what a shitty drive it had been…that he should have flown…downing his first, and then another cocktail…all the while chatting away like he had just got home from a long day at the office…

“What?” (Michael)

“Ha-ha…I don’t know…you waltzed in here and just started yappin like no body’s business…Good to see you too”

“Ha-ha…I am sorry…I guess I am just a little worked up is all” (Michael)

“Hey, so not to bring the mood down…but what the fuck are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” (Michael)

“What I mean is…we don’t see each other or talk for ages and then, in one fell swoop…I am blindfolded and, in your bed,…what I mean is…what are we doing?”

“I thought you rather enjoyed that…didn’t you?”

“Well, yes…I did…but, what are we doing…it’s as if no time has passed?”

“That’s what I was going for…things are falling back into place so I thought we could pick up where we left off” (Michael)

“Seriously? You left my house…you didn’t say goodbye…I moved…you didn’t say a word…I mean with the exception of a few cryptic text messages…you get married, have a kid…still no word…and all of a sudden things are falling back into place??”

“Damn…talk about buzz-kill” (Michael)

“Come on, that’s not fair…and I am sorry for picking this moment but we are sharing a room and going to spend 3 days together…I think I am entitled to a little bit of a conversation about what is happening”

“Ok, pardon me for being excited and happy to see you…I can get a different room if you want me to” (Michael)

“That is not what I am saying, and you know it…quit playing the drama and martyr cards”

“Ok, ok…So I got a little ahead of myself…I let the sex part take over before we talked…but you did go willingly…” (Michael)

“Yes, I did…and that was my bad but…”

“Listen, there is a lot to talk about but I don’t want to get all serious right this minute…let’s have dinner tonight and I will fill you in…right now, let’s just enjoy a few drinks and then go do what we have to do to get set up…then dinner, I promise” (Michael)

“I don’t know why I always give in to you…shit”

“Cuz you love me…still…and the sex is awesome!” (Michael)

“Ass!”

We finished our drinks, grabbed his bags, and we headed up to the room. We both wanted to shower and then head over to Moscone to check on set up, booth placement, and to check in with the organizers. Once in the room we put our bags down and Michael disappeared into the bathroom. In a few seconds he returned, wrapped in a towel…god I had missed that look. When we met up the previous week in Seattle I had not had time to enjoy the look of that body I so lusted after…I was pushed down on the bed and blind-folded before I had realized what was happening so, with him wrapped in a towel, with his package prominently displayed, I was starting to get worked up.

Michael untied his towel and motioned for me to follow him. I kicked off my shoes, ripped my socks off, and was in my underwear in no time following him into the bathroom. He took the towel off and flipped in onto a hook next to the doorway of the shower…an exceptionally large shower with two adjoining shower heads on the long part of the wall. The shower was completely enclosed with glass. I watched as he moved, gracefully, in the shower stall…I dropped my boxer briefs and stood there just looking at him. He had put on a few pounds in the belly but appeared a bit more bulked up in the chest and arms. His shoulders were still wide and tapered back to his waist and down to that full ass I so worshipped. He knew what he was doing…the teasing part…as he ducked his head under the shower head on the left as I moved into the stall and adjusted the spray of the second shower head.

I faced Michael as I let the water cascade down my side. He looked up and smiled…ran his eyes up and down my body…I knew he could see I was starting to get hard so I played it a bit…I started soaping up my body…creating lots of lather and suds…running a finger around one of my nipples. I think he was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t realize he was lathering up his own chest. With both of my hands fully lathered, I slid them down my chest, rubbed my belly and abdomen and circled my crotch…being especially careful not to touch my cock which, not surprisingly, had become fully hard. Michael followed my motions with his own…mimicking me…his eyes following every move I made, and his dick started to expand. For a split second I thought he was going to grab his cock and start jacking but he didn’t…choosing to just rub around either side of it with his soapy hands…

I lathered my thighs and then bent over to soap up my calves and shins…and, as I looked forward, I was staring directly into his crotch…just inches away for his hardening cock…

“Did you miss him? He asked…

I responded by letting my hand move slowly up and down my rigid shaft…careful not to go too fast as I knew myself well enough…it wouldn’t take long if I wasn’t careful. He turned and rinsed his body without ever taking his eyes off my dick and the slow jacking that I was doing. I looked down and realized that his cock had grown to full staff…his hand circling it and using some of the lather to slide his hand slowly up and down…I could see a few drops of pre-cum on the head of his dick…the thick syrup dribbled slowly from his head to the shower floor…I watched, fascinated…excited…and then I looked down at my own cock to see that I was leaking huge amounts…almost looking as though I had already cum…I wanted to squat down and take his dick in my mouth as I watched his hairy balls bounce to the rhythm of his jerking…He slowed his jerking down and looked at me as I let my tongue lightly trace the outline of his ball sack…letting his plump nuts rest on my tongue every few seconds. His other hand was rubbing his chest and pinching his own nipples and, as was usually the case when he was about to fire off, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back…under the spray of water…a spurt of cum hit me hard under the chin…then a second large spurt, with the same force, hit the spot right above my Adam’s apple…I stood and realized I was panting and almost out of breath myself…my cock shot out six or seven wild, heavy spurts in quick succession…it was like one long stream…shooting all over his lower legs and, even, up one of his thighs…