I Said Yes

Wait, What? The Dream

Chris and I got back to the winery and there were lots of people milling around. The girls told us that Diane went home to rest while some of the details for Michael’s service were being worked out. I did not, at the moment, want anything to do with the service prep but I had no place to go and nothing to do…I could have gone drinking but that wasn’t going to solve anything and it wouldn’t have been productive. Chris was going into the bottling room to take care of some production issues…really a way for him to get distracted so I decided I was going to sneak up to the apartment and try and get a power nap in. Just as I was getting ready to take off my clothes, I got a call from Diane…we chatted for several minutes before she stunned me and asked if I would consider writing the program for Michael’s service and also to prepare a Eulogy…I was caught off guard and, without thinking, heard myself agree and then the conversation was over.

After the call I felt like I was going to pass out so maybe a one-hour power nap would really work. I took Reno out for a quick walk and then headed back up the stairs to relax. I stripped down to my underwear and went in and laid on the bed…our bed…the bed where Michael slept…with me and without me…I could still smell the remnants of Hugo Boss on his pillow. I started to feel tears running down my cheek…and before I knew it, I was dozing off...

I heard a noise in the bathroom and ignored it for a minute…but then I heard it again…who is up here using the bathroom…must have been one of the guys…

“What are you doing”

I called out…no response…and more noise…now it sounded like it was coming from the bathroom. I could barely see that the bathroom door was closed…the curiosity was killing me but I didn’t want to be weird and make it a thing…I was sure it was just one of the guys taking a quick shower or cleaning up.

My head started to relax again when I heard another noise…it was then that I realized all the guys had left, except for Chris, going into town on errands. Chris wouldn’t have come up here to use the restroom…there were bathrooms in the production room. It was all a little weird for me so I decided to get up and check it out…Again, weird, because Reno was sound asleep in the corner…he hadn’t moved or made a sound…

My heart was racing as I heard the shower water beginning to run…now who the fuck was up here…I mean, damn, I just wanted a little rest. I was standing there, in my underwear, trying to decide if I should go in, knock, call out or what…I slowly turned the doorknob and the door quietly swung open…my hand still holding onto the knob. I pushed it open a bit further and gasped at what I saw…Michael, in all his naked glory…his back to me revealing those awesome, firm ass cheeks and his tree-trunk thighs. He was washing his upper back and shoulders, all lathered up with soap, not noticing me behind him. I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs and slit them down…I was fully hard, already leaking pre-cum when he turned and looked at me…

“Took you long enough” (Michael)

He was just standing there, with water cascading down his body, with a smile on his face and a glimmer in those eyes…

“Come with me” as he held his hand out to me…I stepped in and felt the warm water running down my body and then, he grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine…his tongue invading my mouth. I felt myself go limp in his arms and I felt like I was going to collapse as Michael’s hands rand down my back onto my ass, squeezing my cheeks…

“Make love with me”

I turned and started kissing down his neck…working my way down to his chest and his belly…that wonderful belly with just a bit of hair…god I loved that…he was springing to life as I grabbed his cock with one hand and played with his ass with the other…he was moaning…soft moans…and he had his eyes closed and head back letting the water hit the back of his head. I jacked his cock for a bit…it was aching for attention and then I took another hand and started rubbing on mine. I knew I would be streaming pre-cum in seconds…Michael reached down and played with my nipples…another of the things he would do to drive me crazy…

“Suck Me…I want to feel your lips on my cock”

He didn’t have to ask me twice as I eagerly followed his command…I tasted the soapy water around his dick and licked around the thick cut head before going all the way down on his tasty cock. Michael placed his hands on the back of my head and began to face fuck me, his ass tensing as he thrusted into me. I fondled his balls with one hand and sucked and jacked with the other, his moans of pleasure urging me to continue pleasuring my sexy man. Soon I felt his dick quiver and his body tense and he shot his load into my mouth…gallons of his manjuice flowing...I tried to swallow it all.but, as was usually the case, couldn’t do it without some seeping out of my mouth and down to my chin…the taste, although not over-the-top pleasant because of the soap, was still quite satisfying. I looked up at him and he simply smiled down at me, his big arms pulling me up to my feet. He embraced me in one of his signature bear hugs…

“Take me”…

He turned around and slightly bent over, presenting his thick, muscular ass to me. He reached down, grabbing a glob of the pre-cum that was coming out of my cock, and inserted a finger into his ass, prepping himself for me. I looked down at it and licked my lips at the sight…god this was hot...Slowly and carefully, I held my dick and eased it through his opening and into him. I went slowly at first and pushed my way in until I was completely inside... And then I began to pump in and out of him. My balls slapped against his ass as my dick thrusted into him, bringing him and myself to a pleasure we both loved. His warm ass constricted around my dick as the warm water showered us…the electricity and intensity getting me to the point where I knew I was going to shoot. I gripped onto his shoulder tighter and closed my eyes as I felt that warm sensation in my body. I couldn’t hold back any longer… I groaned out loud and felt my dick pump its load of sweet, juicy cum out and into his ass…he moaned and groaned as my cock continued to piston…in and almost out…he grabbed the back of my ass with his hands to hold me, and pull me in deeper as his head rested against the shower wall. He was pushing back to get all of me and all of my juice…as if he couldn’t get enough…he wanted more…and as the water started to chill a bit he turned and looked at me…his eyes sparkling with tears in them…”Come with me…”

* * * *

I opened my eyes, startled, with my chest heaving and I was panting heavily. I felt sweat on my forehead…running down the sides of my face. Then I heard a noise…like a knocking or a banging…a weird noise coming from somewhere. I looked around and realized I was on the bed in the apartment…Reno was sound asleep in the corner but then he stirred and jumped up when he heard the noise. I was sweaty and my head was spinning. I looked down and saw a pool of sweat seated in the center of my chest…and then, looking further down, towards the end of the bed, I saw that my underwear was tented…with a very large wet spot all over the front. Without even thinking I got up and stumbled to the front room and opened the door…

“Wow, that must have been some dream buddy” (Chris)

I was a little out of it…and then I looked down at what he was looking at and realized the state I was in…wet and hard…a dream, just a dream…a hot, sexier than hell wet dream…what the hell…it felt so real…and obviously, it had a very real effect on me…

“I was coming up (pardon the pun) to see how you were and if you wanted to sneak into town for a quicky…clearly you’ve already had a “quicky” on your own” (Chris)

“Oh, fuck off…I just had the strangest dream”

“Obviously and, by the looks of things, it was a pretty hot one” (Chris)

“I gotta get out of here…let me get dressed and we’ll go”

“Better change your underwear big guy”he said with a hearty chuckle…

* * * *

As we sat at the bar I looked at Chris and said…

“Holy fuck…what did I do that for??That call literally threw me for a loop…what makes anyone think I should be in charge of the eulogy?”

Well, from everyone’s perspective, you are the man for that job…who else is gonna do it…or do it justice?” (Chris)

“Kanae is gonna flip”

“Oh, fuck her and that snobby horse she rides in on…” (Chris)

“You are too funny”

“Not as funny as you standing at the front door all boned up…after seeing that thing in the cold water, I was kinda shocked at the size of that bone…Ha-Ha” (Chris)

“Seriously…that’s where you are going with this…my little man all growed up?

“Well, duh! How often do I get the chance to give an old man grief about a good old fashioned wet dream…that is just too much comedy for me…” (Chris)

“What, you’ve never had a sex dream that got you all going?”

“Sure, ha-ha…but not since I was 16” (Chris)

“Ass”

I was glad we were bantering back and forth. I really was, truly embarrassed but at least it was Chris that came to the door and not someone else…

My thoughts went back to scanning the room of this bar…the pool table, the dart board, the patio. It seemed as though, no matter where I went, or what I did, the visions and memories of Michael surrounded me. Even some of the good-ole-boy regulars at the bar reminded me of stuff…the day Michael and I came in after his dad had passed…the condolences and kind words passed on to him that day. Same old guys sitting there, and, at this point, I didn’t think any of them had heard the news…if so, none of them had made the connection to me…nor would they it seemed. I found myself sitting there, with Chris, for a couple of more hours pondering what was happening…what I should be doing.

The Eulogy that I had committed to prepare…could I do it? Did I want to do it? How would that play out with Kanae and her side of the family? I just didn’t know…I didn’t have any answers to any of those questions. 7 missed calls (mostly from California friends) and several text messages from Nolan and Michael’s sister, Megan, brought me back to the here and now. I really wanted to just get in my car and head back to Cali…or even the beach…but I knew I couldn’t do that…I had committed to being a part of what was going to take place over the coming days. I decided I would text Diane and the girls and find out when we could sit down and chat…about the service and what they wanted to see, or hear, in the Eulogy. Chris told me he would take care of all the physical details for the service…I assumed it would be at the winery with a reception to follow…much like Dave’s. Michael was not a religious guy…spiritual in a lot of ways, but not into conventional religion so I doubted the church would be involved…except for a blessing at the grave or…I stopped myself for a minute…I knew Michael wanted to be cremated…that much I knew…but then what…what would be done with his ashes? I figured that would be a battle with Kanae too…fuck…so much to think about and consider.