I Said Yes

CHAPTER 67

We decided to take the water taxi over to Seattle. Like other times, the ferry ride only took about 20 minutes and it was a beautiful evening for a boat ride. During the entire ride Michael had this grin on his face…I could tell he wanted to say something but was holding back. After a few minutes I couldn’t stand it anymore…

“What…what is up with you?”

“Ha-ha…why do you think there is something up?” (Michael)

“Cuz I know you…what is going on?”

“I was just wondering how you liked the Chocolate strawberries today?” (Michael)

“Holy cow…that’s what you are grinning about?”

“The bigger question is why aren’t you…why don’t you have a bid ole smile on your face? Would you have done something different?” (Michael)

“I would have used caramel”

“Ass…you are a jerk” (Michael)

“Seriously…that was one of the coolest things ever. First time I have ever done or experienced anything like that…whatever possessed you?”

“You inspire me!” (Michael)

“God you are so cheesy sometimes”

“Next time…will use cheese” (Michael)

I cracked up laughing at him…he really was a goofball sometimes…like a teenager in heat…but I liked it…I liked not ever knowing what he would come up with and there was no one who could say our sexual escapades were ever boring…that was for sure.

We arrived at Elliott’s to meet the gang. The water taxi uses the pier right next door to the restaurant, so it was a 1-minute walk over and we spotted everyone waiting outside. Chris gave us grief for being late, chided us a little for getting “busy” which probably delayed us…Michael’s response was to tell Chris he was just jealous…leaving Diane with a horrified look on her face…then a smirk. I was feeling lucky having the acceptance from this gang…especially Diane as, for quite a long time, I felt as though she really disapproved. I never could quite put my finger on it, it was just the way she acted sometimes…she never said anything nor was she ever rude or anything like that…it was just a feeling on my part. I would learn, later, what it was and why…but that’s for another time.

Dinner was awesome…the service, as always, was great. We were visited at the table by many of my former coworkers and the chef. It was always nice for them to recognize when I was there…it left a good feeling deep down for me. Afterwards we all stood outside the restaurant trying to decide what to do for the rest of the evening. Though we loved Zig Zag we had been there each time the guys were in town. Chris mentioned going up to Capitol Hill, which was the, unofficial, gayborhood for Seattle. It would be about a 15-minute walk and mostly uphill, so Rob and Corey were not excited about that idea.

We all walked up to Capitol Hill with Rob and Corey whining the entire way. As we turned a corner you could hear the music…rather the Thumpa-Thumpa of a beat, all the way down the block. Michael was all excited at the sound and he started dancing around on the street. The scary part was that Michael really had no rhythm at all…none…so it was pure comedy to watch his escapades…there on the street and inside on the dance floor.

We got in the door, had our ID’s checked and everyone scattered…well…except for Rob. He followed us around like a little puppy dog…telling me at one point that he had never been in a gay bar before. Michael chuckled and told him to be careful…he would be preyed upon by the many looking for a hookup. Rob had a look of horror on his face as Michael and I both cracked up. I assured Rob that he would be ok and to just go with the flow…if he felt like dancing…go dance…if he didn’t like the attention he was getting from someone…just politely say he was there with someone or be honest and tell them he was straight and there with a group of friends…

“Or, just go with it, have fun, and do what feels good…besides…how do we know you are truly straight? (Michael)

“Knock it off Michael…you are scaring him”

“You guys can both get fucked…err” (Rob)

“That’s the plan” (Michael)

Even Rob cracked up at Michael’s last comment but still had the look of a deer in the headlights. I grabbed Rob’s neck and told him that, if, at any point, he felt uncomfortable to let me know and we would get out of there. At that point, as Rob grabbed a barstool and ordered a round of drinks, Michael grabbed my hand and dragged me out to the dance floor. The club had several dance areas and was typical in design. Poles and dance boxes, 3 different bars, and a large video area that also included a dance floor.

There was some really good "thumpa thumpa" music playing as we worked our way through the mass of guys...getting to the center Michael started to dance…if you could call it that…as I just stood there watching.....at one point he came behind me and smacked me on the ass and told me to "get moving"...so I did...playing along...dancing...people watching....sweating...people watching...and as the minutes passed I found myself having an actual good time...at one point as I looked through the crowd I saw Chris and Corey dancing together...and then I saw Chris caressing the front of Corey's shirt...and then...they leaned in to kiss...wow...I was a little blown away...them actually kissing in public…the three of us made eye contact, with them both smiling at me for a sec and then returning to their kiss...I guessed that Corey was no longer worried about being found out…well, at least not in a gay club. I knew there would be no surprises…half the hospitality industry identified as gay, so he was in a safe place at the bars. I was brought back to reality when I felt a very soft caress on my ass...and a slight grab of my right cheek and as I turned to see...actually almost jumping in a circular motion...I came face to face with Michael who grabbed the sides of my face with his hands and planted a kiss on my lips...it took me a second and then I found myself kissing back as he moved his right hand slowly down the side of my neck...across the front of my chest...down my stomach to my belt...the next thing I knew the buttons on the front of my 501's were being rubbed and I found myself getting hard...very hard...this electric feeling kind of buzzing around in my head....I wasn't sure if the sweaty brow was from the dancing and the heat in the room...or the heat from Michael's touch...

We were both sweaty and decided we needed to go out and have a smoke and cool down. I didn’t really notice when we came in but there was a large patio through a door fairly near the area, we had been dancing in. Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowed floor out the door onto the patio area. It was a pretty big area with several benches, tables, chairs, and semi-private booths. There were only a couple of guys out there, smoking, so we wandered around the perimeter after both of us lit up. There was a dark, quiet, and uninhabited area over in the farthest corner of the patio and Michael headed that way. When we got there he stopped, turned towards me, and just stared at me for a second…

“What?”

His signature grin spread over his face and he glanced around the patio…then leaned close to my ear so his arm pressed against mine and our thighs touched slightly. I could smell him, the combination of his bodywash…his sweat…and his favorite cologne…Hugo Boss…his hair brushed my cheek and made me shiver. He was seducing me with his stare and, even though I still tended to be uncomfortable with our public escapades I went with it…we were, after all, in a gay club out on the patio…our kind of escapades were not unusual out there…almost expected actually. I was surprised no one else was partaking in a little humpa-humpa over their own…

My back hit the wall of the dark, private area of the booth cubby we were in…his mouth crashed into mine, demanding lips and rough stubble and a soft, utterly delicious tongue invading my mouth, tasting me while I wound my hands in his soft damp hair - I pulled him down, licking and sucking fiercely at his bottom lip. His lips left mine and I groaned with disappointment, but then his hands pulled and tugged, peeling off my shirt…expertly unbuckling my belt. My head fell back against the wall and I couldn't move, I could only stand there and gasp while my knees got weak from the feeling of his fingers tugging at my fly, unzipping my pants. I caught the flash of his grin through my haze as he sank to his knees on the concrete floor at my feet.

I wanted to grab his hair, but my palms braced me back against the lattice divider between the booths…if I let go, I might slide to the floor. His hands slid inside my jeans and over my hips to cup my ass in both hands while his hot tongue traced the damp patch on my Calvin’s…teasing the head of my cock through the thin knit. His tongue swirled around and around until my knees were weak and I moaned. Then, he chuckled as he grabbed my jeans and underwear in handfuls and jerked them down below my knees…right there on the patio. I guessed I shouldn’t have been surprised...this was his routine and he had no fear when it came to any public display. My cock sprang out and it would have slapped my belly but then his warm, soft mouth caught it and his tongue circled the head and licked the juice from the slit until I almost screamed.
"Mmm," I whimpered pleadingly…”Swallow me”...

I couldn't move and I moaned in pleasure and frustration, at the same time, while he slowly, tenderly slid his lips down my shaft and his wet tongue caressed the pulsing veins on the underside.

“Oh my god…oh my god” …

He played with my balls with one hand while he sucked lightly, not enough to make me cum and, Jesus, I wanted to cum so fast and so hard, to drown him as my juice spurted down his throat like a river. I opened my eyes and looked down just in time to see him unbuttoning his own jeans with one hand and pulling his own hard dick out. The sight made me groan and he grinned around my cock, smug. He looked fucking incredible stroking himself and I felt hot waves start to ripple through me from my balls out to my fingers and toes.

I bit my lip as Michael squeezed the base of my cock as he sucked, and with his other hand, he mirrored the same pressure and rhythm on himself. My body was limp against the wall as he let out a little moan and the vibration of his mouth around my cock made my knees go weak. The hot tingling waves exploded into a little fire and I whimpered from the pleasure, and from the visual, watching him jack himself. His eyes turned up to mine and all the sudden I was done, the orgasm snapped and I went off like a roman candle into his mouth, so fast and so hard... and as he swallowed, his body tensed sharply and a little muffled moan caught in his throat. His eyes rolled back; and I stared, open mouthed, as his cum splattered the concrete floor and my shoes in big, creamy globs.
For a moment, neither one of us could move. Still on his knees, he leaned his forehead against my thighs until he caught his breath…only his grip on my hips holding me upright and keeping me from collapsing down towards the picnic table. My hand shook as I wrapped my fingers in his hair. So soft, thick, like damp silk in my fingers. I pulled his head back and he looked up at me and grinned, then he was on his feet and pressing me to the wall, kissing me and filling my mouth with his tongue…I could taste my own cum, warm and salty and just a hint of bitterness and I clung to his lips and tasted it greedily.

"Sorry about the shoes."(Michael)

"Fuck the shoes,"

I purred…I remember thinking how weird as, even in my most worked-up state…I never thought I would purr, but there was no other word for it…Damn him...it was supposed to be my turn to get him going…but he got to me first. As we just kind of stood there…his pants open with his underwear tucked under his balls and me, pants and underwear down below my knees…I realized my cock was still leaking all over the place…long strands of cum reaching from the head down to the floor…and then we were slapped back into reality, realizing the state of undress we were in when…

“What are you guys up to out here?” (Rob)