I Said Yes

Michael had to get up early and run some errands and check in with some of his vendors. I had the day to myself, so I was lazy, lounging around in my underwear, drinking coffee, and reading the paper. I had decided that this would be the day that we would have the discussion about what was going to happen. I made a couple of phone calls to my owners and then a long talk with my mom. My trip to California would be the following week so I kind of wanted to square things up with Michael and I before I had to make the trip. I threw some shorts on and took the pups out…we took a much longer walk than normal…it was a beautiful day and I enjoyed the weather…it also gave me some alone time to ponder how the conversation was going to go. I had made up my mind that, while I was willing to push forward and make a move…I was not in a place to go down the ‘kid-road’. The short and sweet of it, and I was prepared for the fall out, was that Michael was just going to have to be happy with it being us…I was not in a place to raise another family and, much as I loved and adored him, this part of it was about me. I did not begrudge him wanting kids…I just had not been able to turn around my way of thinking on the matter…there was just too much I wanted to do and experience and experiment with. I was sure he was not going to react well…or he would tell me what he thought I wanted to hear and that would solve nothing…so I was bracing for a difficult talk.

Suffice it to say, the conversation that evening did not go well. Prior to us heading out to dinner…and it should be noted that, had I been thinking, we would have had dinner at the house…but I did not have that much fore thought. But again, prior to going out, Michael came back to the house and was grumpy when he arrived…not at me, but it was clear something happened while he was out visiting with vendors and distributors. He did not want to talk about it…in fact he didn’t want to talk at all…I laughed as he pulled me off to my bedroom and started kissing me. He unbuttoned my shirt and slid it down my arms and kissed my chest…He unbuttoned my pants and let them slide down my legs before pushing me hard onto the bed, and he quickly straddled my hips.

"You're a feisty one when you are grumpy?"
"When there's something I want, yes." (Michael)

He looked me in the eyes…his piercing blue eyes always got me going…I was a little…err…unnerved by his mood but was just going to go with it…one thing I had learned…do not question when he was in the “mood”…

"Do you want me to get myself ready or do you want to do it?" (Michael)
"I will get you ready. It's the least I can do."

I smiled at him as he jumped off the bed and quickly undressed.

"Okay, I've never seen you move that quick before."

We both laughed as he climbed back on top of me.
"Come on Mr. Man, make me scream." (Michael)

He said as he flipped around and put his butt in my face…handing me the lube. I just laughed. He was very forward in what he wanted. Believe it or not, he could be so needy sometimes…ha-ha. I squeezed his ass cheeks and smacked one lightly. He squeaked, and I smiled. I put some lube in my hand and warmed it up a little before I put it on his pucker. He moaned when I inserted one finger. I rubbed his cock while I was opening him up…

"See, it feels great, Babe."

I inserted one more and then two more fingers to open him. Once I had done that, he asked me to remove my fingers and he flipped around. He grabbed up the lube and he rubbed some on my cock…up and down the shaft. I was hard as a rock by then...

"How do you want me big boy?"(Michael)

I just shook my head and rolled him over to be under me. I wasn't thinking anymore; instinct just kicked in. I placed my cock at his entrance and pushed in. After pushing the head of my cock in, I waited. I didn't know how long I would last but, for me, I wanted to be gentle to start…

The feel of him, the tightness, it felt so wonderful. I was looking him in the eyes. I could see the lust, the want, and the need. Then I felt his feet pushing on my ass, trying to make me go further in him. Boy, that got me going and I did oblige. I sunk my entire length into him, and he moaned and told me to fuck him. Aggressive little one he was that day…and, I had to admit…I did like it like that…It didn’t take long for him to turn into a screamer…holy cow, he got noisy…again, I was sure the neighbors were going to hear…but I loved every minute of it. The thought of me, bringing him to the point of moaning, and groaning, and screaming…it really did it for me. Things were so good and intense I couldn’t hold out…I came quickly…but it was ok because he did too.
He was rubbing himself as I was fucking him. I was trying not to squish him, so I was using my arms to keep me up and off him. But when I came, I did fall onto him, then I rolled us over until he was on top of me.

We laid that way for a bit, until there was a knock at the front door…OH FUCK…I was sure it was the neighbors coming over to complain about old Mr. Loudmouth…
"What the fuck?" I said under my breath as I jumped up and grabbed a pair of shorts. I saw Michael walk towards the bathroom…probably to clean up and grab a towel…I opened the front door to a smiling Rob…

"Really, what the fuck are you doing here?"

“You don’t have to be such an ass…me and the guys were going down to the beach for a while and thought we would stop and see if you wanted to go…Oh Shit…I did it again, didn’t I…(Rob)

“What…did what?”

“Well, ya got a little…err…I don’t know…something on your chest” (Rob)

“Oh, fuck me…”

“Ah…I think somebody already did…ha-ha” (Rob)

About that same moment, we both could hear the shower turn on. By then, Rob was clearly embarrassed at the intrusion and I was feeling a bit bad about my reaction. I thanked him for inviting us…told him Michael and I were going to have dinner but we would check in to see what he and the guys were up to after…With a bit of sheepish grin and red cheeks, Rob said it was cool and he would talk to us later…he jammed down the driveway to his truck and took off. Michael came out of the shower and I told him about Rob and the guys. We chit-chatted for a few minutes and then I showered and got ready. We took the pups out for a quick walk and then headed to the Met for dinner.

As I reported earlier, the chat did not go well…in fact, it went horrible. I spent most of the evening trying to get Michael to understand my point of view. The bad thing was, he could only focus on how it affected him and that I was rejecting him. He would not see or hear the part about the kids…he clearly didn’t get the part about me wanting to be with him up in Walla…or somewhere in between…he took the whole thing as a rejection…he even went so far as to accuse me of “stringing” him along. I worked hard at not reacting to his reactions. I did not want to make things worse by entering into a monster battle…this had been building up for a while and, honestly, I had been feeling like Michael had been avoiding the conversation. As much as he professed to understand and want to work things out together…to plan together…when it came right down to it, he was having a difficult time remembering his position on all that…the things he had said before…when we were in Cannon Beach and subsequently…He acted as if those conversations had never taken place.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you are going down to Cali for a while…” (Michael)

“Uh…ok…yeah…I guess it might be”

“Gives me some time to think…and some time to see if you change your mind…I guess time to change your mind…I really don’t understand what is happening” (Michael)

Again, it was clear he wasn’t getting it…or he was in denial and choosing not to see anything, again, from my point of view. It was obvious the night was ending, and we jumped in his truck and headed to the house. When we got there, I opened the passenger door and he didn’t move…he told me he needed some air and was gonna take off for a while…I tried to convince him not to go out…not to hit the bars, in fact I literally begged him not to…but he seemed to be hell-bent on getting out for a while. I told him to be careful and that I would leave the back door unlocked…

“Don’t worry about it…” (Michael)