I Said Yes

The girls and Michael all showed up while Diane and I were still on the porch. Chris arrived a few minutes later and they all grabbed wine glasses and shared a couple of open bottles. Diane had everyone pull up chairs and she shared what Dave and she had talked about for his service. She was all business at this point as if she were going to coordinate an event. There would be a short announcement in that day’s local paper…she had already spoken with the editor who was a long-time golfing buddy of Dave’s. The obituary would be published in the next day’s paper and run for 3 days. The local funeral home would host two days of viewing and allow for the family to receive friends at various times during those two days. There would be a rosary and short service at the funeral home on the third day and then a full mass of Christian burial at the local Catholic church. Dave’s casket would then be transported, via funeral procession, to the winery, for another Memorial service that afternoon. The thinking was that this would be an opportunity for those who could not attend the church service to pay their respects. A reception would be held following the memorial at the winery and then Dave’s burial would be private for close friends and family.

Everyone listened pretty intently but all agreed on the plan. The girls had already taken care of the floral arrangements…they just needed to let the florist know the when’s and where’s…I told Diane that I would call Corey and we would help with some of the food for the memorial as would Chef John. I told her I would run by Amore and talk to him and, between the two of us, that would be all handled. Chris said he and Nolan would take care of the set-up for the memorial. Chairs, Tables, Food Tables, the bar (of course) and that they would coordinate with the funeral home about where to put the casket. The only real question would be how many people to plan for and whether or not we could do it outdoors or have to do it indoors due to weather. At that point Michael suggested that he and I stay at Diane’s the next few nights just to help handle things. I told him I would need to grab the pups at some point. He said that he wanted me to go to the funeral home with he and Diane in an hour so we could swing by the apartment after. I looked at him and couldn’t help but notice the evil grin…and a sparkle in his eye…

“What’s up? And how come you want to stay here?”

“I thought it would be easier to help Diane handle things…and…”

“And what?”

“You didn’t realize there is a hot tub off the back deck by the gazebo did ya?”

“Horndog”

“You know it!...and I got all my chores done!”

I cracked up that he remembered that part of our banter and conversation earlier. I guess I should, and was, totally flattered…it just seemed odd considering the timing…but oh well. We all got about our chores and then Diane, Michael and I headed to the funeral home. Again, Diane was all business as she and the funeral director ironed out the details for the three days of activities and then the burial. It was time to choose a casket…and though surprised they had not already done this…I was also surprised at how quick she made that choice barely giving Michael enough time to nod in agreement. We drove over to the winery and while I went to get the pups and clothes…Diane went into the office and Michael into the production room. We met up at the car and headed out. Diane surprised us when she said she wanted to stop and have a cocktail so Michael pulled into the dive bar.

“Mom, are you sure you want to hit this spot? Wouldn’t you rather go pop into Amore for a drink”

“No, this is just right…I will know more people at Amore and I just want to relax for a bit without a bunch of people hovering over me”

“Cool”

We walked in and bellied up to the bar. Diane ordered a Manhattan and Michael and I each got a rum and coke and shots of Jameson.

“You know…this is one of the first places your dad and I went to when we were dating. He had played a round of golf with the guys and us girls all me them here after. It was quite the little spot for good music and dancing back in those days.”

“I had no idea…Dad and I popped in here a few times over the years but he never said anything…although…he always acted like he owned the place and someone always knew him”

“Yep…that’s your dad…never met anyone he didn’t know and become friends with.”

“Diane…you have been so strong during this…are you doing ok?”

“It’s all relative Matt…I am doing ok because there is a lot to do and focus on…who knows what I will be like in a few days or a week?”

“Well…it’s impressive”

“Thank you…and thank you for being here and doing what you are doing. I know Michael appreciates it..as do I and the girls…and you know Dave would!”

We fell into a few minutes of silence and then a group of guys came in and sat at the bar…obviously golfers who had been out on the course and taking advantage of the beer cart. One of the guys had obviously not heard the news yet as he approached Diane and gave her a light kiss on the cheek and asked how Dave was…(Now what…what do you say or do?) Michael, as if knowing this was coming, stood up and introduced himself as Dave’s son…and then let the man know that Dave had passed away the day before. Diane recognized the gentleman’s embarrassment and she stood and hugged him and told him that it had not been made public yet. That seemed to ease the tension and the man told her to reach out if she needed anything. He went back to his friends and before you knew it, there were shots of Jameson in front of the three of us and the four of them…”To Dave”…To Dave

Diane chugged that Jamo like a trooper and literally asked for another round…for all…and the next thing I knew…the stories about Dave on the golf course just started coming, one after the other. It was Michael, of all people, who reined us back in and said we should be heading back...to which Diane and I agreed.

We got back to the house about 6 pm and everyone was there…The girls, Chris and Nolan along with Jenny, Diane’s best friend and office manager. Chef John had just sent over 5 extra large pizzas and a case of beer and that was perfect. He even sent paper plates, napkins and plastic forks and knives. One less thing to think about made Diane and the family happy. Everybody dug in…both on the pizza and the beer…and, if you didn’t know, you would have not figured out this was a family dealing with a death. Diane and Jenny went out on the front porch where, I am sure, Diane was filling her in on the details and giving Jenny her to-do list. The rest of us just hung out in the kitchen, eating, drinking and chatting. No real sadness…just people enjoying each other’s company. Every once in a while I would catch Michael staring at me…alternating between blank stares and evil grins. It was almost comical but, as the outsider, I didn’t really let on I was getting it.

Over the course of the next few hours everyone slipped away and Diane went to bed leaving Michael and I alone. We took care of the clean up and sat out on the porch for a bit.

“I do believe it is getting close to reward time sir”

“Oh ya think so do ya?”

“I certainly do”…”I am going to grab some drinks and change…meet me out at the gazebo”

What I saw when he came back out towards the gazebo reminded me of my own personal version of Adonis.....this handsome, brown haired, blue eyed stud had re-appeared with two towels and nothing else.....I mean nothing else...naked as a jay-bird. I am sure my jaw dropped and I was on the verge of dropping my drink....that old weak-in-the-knee thing was happening again and that twinge 'down there' was totally obvious....even the my stand by silver tab jeans couldn't save me now. He must have realized the look on my face cuz before I could say anything he said 'I just thought I would bring it to the level we both want and not go around it'.......with that he handed me a towel and told me to get naked - he was going to turn on the hot tub and the jets.....well....needless to say...he had already turned my jets on! I accepted the invitation and took my clothes off. When I turned around he had his back to me leaning over the edge of the hot tub working the controls....that view was the hottest I had ever seen - no tan lines.....tight cuppable cheeks with a little dusting of that light brown hair....oh my god. Instantly there was no reason for me to be modest and I certainly couldn't hide it as my dick jumped to attention. He turned and, thinking the back was the best view, I was totally wrong – Again I was reminded, in my mind, that this guy was a god.....great body as I said before and the most perfect cock.Michael climbed over the edge putting one foot in the water first and when he did I got another intense view from the back....him straddling the edge of the tub with his cheeks spread a bit and the ball sack dangling a bit...holy shit…He got in and turned around and the water came up to just about his navel. That brawny stomach and chest was making my head spin and, for a moment, I found myself second guessing this whole thing and the decision I had made - 'What the fuck was I doing – Here we are in Diane’s back yard…and while it was somewhat secluded…this was different than at the hot springs.

As I was scanning the backyard for potential peepers I came back to reality when Michael said 'Come here for a sec' - I kind of was puzzled and he said it again in a soft and coaxing voice ....I moved closer to the tub and he raised his hand up along the side of my face - gently stroking it and running a finger down my neck to the middle of my chest and then it happened.....He leaned in and kissed me as he held the back of my neck. For the moment it was the most passionate thing I had ever experienced in many weeks - it was like time stopped. When we separated he looked into my eyes and told me that he'd wanted to do that from the minute I got back into town

Well, needless to say, that moment of passion along with his gentle verbalizing of his desire to be with me sealed the deal - I was no longer looking for exits or excuses and I dropped the towel and climbed in - It was almost one of those slow-motion moments and felt somewhat surreal as I climbed over the edge....literally AND figuratively. As I entered the water I was aware that the jets were on, there were some bubbles, the water is comfortably warm but not too hot and then I really was consumed with the moment. Michael moved to me and embraced me like has never done before and again, we kissed for, what seemed like, an eternity. The kiss was sensual because as it was happening he was running his hands slowly and gently up and down my back from the top of my ass to my shoulders. He then cupped my face in his two hands and looked into my eyes without ever saying a word...well....his eyes spoke many words.

Michael sat down on one of the seats in the tub and pulled me close to him and, as I sat in front of him, I was keenly aware of two things....his cock was very hard and was resting upward along my back and my cock was rock hard as the swirling water from the jets and the intensity of the moment rocked my world.We sat in the position for almost an hour with very little movement other than his soft caresses of my chest, pecs and stomach all the while nibbling and kissing on my neck and ears. When we spoke it was soft in tone and mostly about how enjoyable, relaxing and soothing it was. At one point he moved and got out to refresh our glasses of wine and when he came back he resumed the same position - it was almost like he felt it was important that this time be for me and it was - My inhibitions and concerns about recklessness were quickly going away thanks to him and I reveled in the realization that we were sitting there watching one of the most glorious sunsets I have ever seen (or, for that matter, paid attention to) and I was in a place that felt safe and very natural.

It wasn't long after that Michael stood up and reached for my hand. He suggested that we get out before we 'shriveled up' (Of course, in my head there was no chance of anything shriveling!). He got out first, grabbed a towel and then I got out and he proceeded to dry me off - head to toe. 'What would you like to do now? I guess I didn’t answer fast enough because, With that gentle but strong way he has, Michael led me into the house and into the downstairs guest room When we got in the room he undid my towel and suggested I lay down on my stomach. Not really sure what he had in store for me I was a tad bit anxious but that feeling quickly went away when I felt his strong hands rubbing massage oil into my neck and shoulders. For the next 30 minutes or so I basked in the 2nd most incredible massage I have ever, even to this day, had.

Over the course of the next several hours I experienced feelings and sensations that I never knew were there. As we lied on the bed he ran his tongue from my neck the entire length of my chest and down to my toes - I can't even begin to tell you how erotic that was. He circled the tip of my cock with his tongue for, what seemed like, days. At several points, I had to guide him away as I was just sure I was going to shoot and I wanted to 'last'.We sat up and I really wanted to experience the touch and feel of his body and that kick-ass dick and I told him so - he responded by saying 'Matt, you can do or touch or taste whatever you want to...I am all yours' so, not being one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, I embarked on a journey of touch and feel and taste. I had not had his cock in my mouth since that morning, a few months ago at my house.

As I have said, Michael’s cock was perfect, at least in my mind. It was a little more than 6 inches and relatively thick. It had a nice head and he was cut...the whole thing just looked absolutely right and perfect for his body. It takes me more than one try to get it all in my mouth but he was gentle and patient as he led me through the process of taking it all in. He guided me to pay attention to his balls and I licked and sucked them, taking each one into my mouth at various times. He would move his body in certain directions which focused my attention on the parts he wanted me to focus on. Somewhere in the mix of it all he took the lead and gently pushed me down on my back - again he went at my cock with his mouth and tongue but then....another feeling I had never had....he went beyond my balls to the nether-land.....and the next sensation was his tongue circling my asshole. He gently lifted my legs a bit to allow him better access and I swear he spent the next 30 minutes alternating between my hole, my nuts and my dick. At least once while his hands were massaging my chest and he tweaked my nips a bit and I thought I was going to explode then and there.He continued the cock and ball and hole work for a few minutes and then he slowly slid himself up towards my head - his tongue never losing contact with my body and, for a minute he paid particular attention to my nipples causing me to squirm on the bed. We were face to face again and I was looking into those eyes while our cocks assaulted each other. We were both wet with pre-cum and the contact was amazing. As he was kissing my neck he said, in his passionate voice 'Matt, I want to make love to you!!' All I could say was 'Isn't that what you've been doing' and, as he looked up into my eyes, I saw that smile and that damn evil grin.

Another word did not have to be said. Maybe it was the expression on my face or the look in my eyes, or maybe it was the fact that my dick was bouncing around like it was chasing something. Considering all those things, Michael then embarked on a trip that I would never forget. He inched his way slowly, and I mean painfully slow, with his tongue back down the entire length of my torso, circling my nipples for days, down my stomach and then around and over my cock. His hands rubbing my thighs as he nestled in, again, with his head between my legs. Methodically yet erotically he worked my cock and balls and hole alternating the use of his big hands and his expert tongue.It is almost impossible, for the sake of the story, to recall all of the intricate details of this man's skill or the things I was feeling. It is also almost impossible to adequately describe what was going on in my head because I don't know - all I knew at the time, and know now, is that this was turning into the most incredible experience of my life - I didn't know where it was going, but I sure didn't want it to end.

He grabbed a hold of the base of his dick and rubbed it all around mine and then began slowly circling my hole each time placing the head at the opening. I was not at all sure what to expect at this point but I sure as hell was going to go with the flow, so to speak. As he lifted my legs a little more he massaged my thighs and gently played with my cock. Every time he touched it another large gob of pre-cum flowed out and, at one point, he took some on his finger and put it in his mouth and the kissed me again. As we were kissing I felt the pressure of his dick head moving past the outer ring of my hole and as he moved it in further his kiss and touch became more and more passionate. It was then, as he was fully inside me, I think he hit the mother lode. He could tell by my reaction that he had hit the prostate and the green flag was waving. He moved his hips and slowly slid himself almost all the way out and then back in, each time hitting the nugget. As his pace increased so did the temperature in my ball sack -

I truly believed I was at the boiling point and I told him so. He pulled almost all the way out and then his hands went to work on my chest as he leaned up to kiss me. Each time he would move towards my face his cock would go in a little further and then he would move down to my chest with his lips and his cock would move almost out again. I'm not sure if it was intentional to slow things down or if it was just happening because of the similarity in our body size and height but, for whatever reason, it was keeping me on an even keel as I realized he was not quite ready.

As he made his way back up and attempted to kiss me I smiled - he looked at me with his head cocked to the side and said 'what' - I just looked at him and said 'let's do this' and do it we did. He took me to the brink immediately as he focused more on the act rather than my body. It was almost as if he was waiting for permission and, while what he did to my ass couldn't be considered an assault let me tell you it was intense. He decided it was time and his thrusts and pumping were almost relentless. I could literally, I think, feel the blood pumping in his dick and I loved the determination on his face. He never took his eyes off me as his balls slapped my ass and his hands never left my thighs or my balls or my dick.

The cum-gods were calling and I told him that it would only be mili-seconds and I was gonna blow - he pulled almost all the way out, smiled and then picked up the pace...each freaking time he hit the nugget harder and harder and, with an uncanny sense of me, he grabbed my dick, leaned over and stuffed it in his mouth. It was incredible because he had his dick in my ass to the hilt and, I guess because of his height, he was able to lean over and get my cock in his mouth. His thrusts were totally in sync with his mouth on my dick and.....then I blew.....I didn't even have a chance to do anything to let him know other than grunt and let out, what I am sure was, a blood curdling scream/moan...or something like that...I pumped and pumped and pumped what I know to be the largest I've ever blown and he swallowed and swallowed - only losing a bit down his chin. As I was coming down a bit I realized, by the look on his face and the bulging vein in his neck that it was gonna happen now and, with that, he straightened up, grabbed the back of my legs and jammed in twice more and then let out a huge groan or scream of his own. The nerve endings in my ass were on fire as he pumped several more times before slowing down but he continued to push back in to the fullest and pulling almost all the way out. This went on for a few more minutes and then I felt him begin to soften. I am sure my ass was totally numb as I didn't even feel him pull out.

I couldn’t move…I was seeing stars…I couldn’t catch my breath…it was all just so intense. I mean…our sex, from the first time, has been amazing. Each and every time there has been something different…the location…the aggressor…whatever…but this time…he was spot on!