I Said Yes

The aftermath of running into Corey, as we exited the bathroom, was a continuation of the ongoing razzing and fun making for the entire rest of the day. Michael wasn’t really subjected to it because he was busy with panels and presentations and he also had a meeting of the winemaker’s association, so I was stuck with Corey. There were a few points during the day when I was prepared to just go after him about Chris, but I chose to take the high road…silly as it seemed. Today was going to be a no-brainer when it came to working the show. I was going to spend the day talking with other wineries and marketing our brand/restaurant as a spot for wine dinners and special events. There were about 100 wineries from Washington, Oregon and even some from the Napa Valley, all of whom, were targets for me. If I could sign up 12-20 for wine dinners it would allow us to grow our in-house wine club and let me expand our wine list which were my goals and justification for participating in the show. If I thought one of them was going to bite, I would grab Chef Rob and make a second visit so he could talk food and wine parings.

By the end of the day I had interest from 10 different wineries, including two from Napa who wanted to expand their brand. It was a good day as far as the marketing was concerned and I was a happy guy. I saw very little of Michael the rest of the day. He had sent me a message indicating that he was hoping to get out by 7 pm or so and did I want to have dinner with Diane and her crew. I said yes and I would get a table at Elliott’s if they wanted. I spoke with Corrine and she was able to fit us in, on the patio, at 8 pm so I let everyone know. It was unheard of, for a Friday night at 8pm, with a major convention down the street, for anyone to get a table but she worked her magic for us. We all gathered outside the building and wandered over.

Dinner was great. Diane, Heidi and Jenny joined Michael, Rob, Corey, Chris and I and we had an awesome time. I did spend the dinner getting goofy looks from Corey…the guys knew something was up but I had guessed he didn’t share his intel with them…I knew, though, that at some point he would bust and blurt something out but we made it through the night without that. I had no earthly idea what the tab was, as Diane picked it up, but I would assume it was in excess of $1000. She would not hear of letting any of us pitch in, so we stopped arguing with her. The ladies were going to head to their hotel and us guys were gonna go see if we could fit in to get a drink with Murray. Michael had discreetly told me he wanted to make it an early night because Saturday was going to be an even longer day and night. The awards banquet was Saturday night and he assumed it would be a late night. I had no issue with that and let the guys know. We went up the stairs to Zig Zag, had a couple of cocktails on the patio with cigars and then we headed home. Michael and I took the water taxi and were home around midnight. We followed the normal routine…me taking Scooter out…Michael undressing and pouring us a glass of wine…we relaxed on the couch for a bit, with him laying his head on my shoulder, and then headed to bed. All in all…a good day…with some surprises, some great work at the convention…an awesome dinner and then a good night’s sleep.

I woke up about at 6 am to the sound of the shower…some whistling…and the smell of fresh brewed coffee. Mr. Man was up and moving already and, by all indications (the whistling) was in a good mood. Neither of us were morning people but most days he was just a grump until he had coffee. Before I knew it I had a little pup all up in my face wanting to go out…Scooter was not shy when he had to go…so I threw a t-shirt on and just let him out the back door, through the screen porch and into the back yard. I figured no one would see me in my boxer briefs as the back yard was pretty private.

When Scooter was done with his business, I went to open the back door and it was locked…Son of a bitch…how did I do that?? Then I heard, what sounded like, giggling coming from the bedroom. Bastard locked me out. No amount of banging on the door would convince him to let me in. (The back door to the porch actually was off the bedroom) So, I would either have to do something to convince him or I would have to walk around to the front of the house and get the spare key to get it. He thought he was funny as I could hear him in the bathroom getting ready…and he was chuckling like nobody’s business. I walked over to the open bathroom window

“What the hell…?”

“What’s up…?”

“You think you are funny eh?”

“Hey…I’m not the one stuck outside in his underwear”

“Right…come on…we will be late”

“Take your shirt off”

“What?”

“Take your shirt off…and maybe I will let you in”

“Ugh…what the hell”

“Do it”

I did as I was told…and I kind new where this was going…

“Hand it to me through the window”(Which I did)

“Now the underwear…come on”

“What…I am outside…there are neighbors who I don’t want to scare”

“Suit yourself”

“fucker” …so I looked around…as if it would matter…I couldn’t see into either of the neighbor’s windows …and then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and dropped up…

“Hand em to me…”

“Here…now open the door”

“Not quite yet”

“Oh, mother fucker”

“Get yourself hard”

“What???

“Come on…I want to see you hard”

“Ass…not out here”

“Well then I guess you will just have to go to the front and get the key”

I found it oddly arousing…this idea of his…broad daylight…in the back yard…the saving grace was, if I did what he said, it was still so early I would guess I wouldn’t be seen after all.

“Come on…I want to see you work it up”

“You are a freak…”

“Yeah but?”

“Yeah, yeah…you are my freak”

I started to play with myself…and it really took no time at all for me to chub up…I was half hard, with him staring out the window and encouraging me with “Oh Yeah’s and That’s Hot” and I really had to wonder…what the hell. He has really come all out with stuff that I would never before think of or likely considered…

And then the door unlocked and opened…and there he stood just smiling…what an evil grin…

“I just wanted to see if you would really do it…”

“Asshole”

“I know…I really didn’t think you would…but good to know now”

“I can’t believe you took it there…and I went along”

“I’m impressed you did…better come in…we gotta get going…ha-ha”

“You are such an ass”

“I know…let’s get a move on”

On one hand I was really irritated…on the other I was kind of into it…go figure. Me, Mr. Vanilla…Mr. Conservative (when it came to all things sex) …I walked in…smacked him upside the head and walked through, grabbed some clean underwear and headed to the bathroom. Michael followed me all the way, razzing me about how much I liked being naked outside…he even pointed out that I had gotten hard and had a drop of pre-cum on the tip of my dick. I couldn’t deny it…and my head took me to all kinds of thoughts about why…and would I…and where…hmmm…What the hell?

I told him that paybacks were a bitch and Karma was gonna kick him in the nuts at some point…I would get him…and he laughed…flashed the evil grin saying that he was looking forward to it! Time to move on, get showered and hit the road.