Ch. 46: Who the fuck are Joe and Aldo?

Back seat affair tonight

Hi guys!
I want to get out a posting to let you know what’s happening with us this week. This Friday, August 30th the four of us will be flying out of the Sacramento International Airport to Seattle. We will board the NCL JOY Cruise Ship on Saturday, headed to the Inside Passage to Alaska for a week. So, I suspect, any blog postings after this could be delayed until we get back to California.

We’ve talked about how this cruise would be different for us this time, obviously, Larry and I am the big difference. We’ve gotten good solid advice from a lot of you guys writing us, on handling this cruise. It’s a good bet we will play it very cool and not get in trouble with the wives, but it’s going to be hard for us. As you know, we’ve been hiding our attraction to guys for years, I think we can handle one more week, right? But you can take this to the bank and cash it, Larry and I will have one last late night together before leaving on Friday. This will have to hold us for a week! I’ve been ‘hands off dick’ since the last time we were together; I don’t know how much longer I can hold out! I hope Larry is doing the same for me. As I just said, whatever we get to do, better hold us until we get back. That is unless we find a way to get lucky onboard ship! I’m not even trying to think about that right now, if it happens, it happens! That attitude is a gift from you beautiful men writing us about the cruise. 🤞🏼

Here’s something I don’t think I’ve mentioned yet in our journal, all four of us are in our 50’s now, well you knew that about Larry and me. Our wives are only a couple of months apart in age, and this year they turned 50. Now I can say that without getting killed by them, because if they ever read this journal, they’ll kill me anyway! Ha! The other more important thing about them, they are knockout beautiful women. They were cute years ago, but as they matured, they became fucking gorgeous women. They are both blonde, not natural though, in good shape and very successful businesswomen. Their appearance means a lot to them. So, there you have it, three blondes and a light-brown and silver-haired dude, ready to cruise again. Well if you want more info, they are shorter, maybe 5’ 3”, I can never tell because they wear high heeled shoes when they dress up. Yeah, at 5’ 10” I’m the giant of the group, they make me feel over 6’ though, I like that!

MY MIND IS IN CRUISE MODE NOW

Speaking of cruises, this is the third cruise we’ve taken together, and are there differences in all three, you can bet your ass there are! My mind is in cruise mode right now, and I’m flashing back on the last two cruises. Maybe you’d like to hear a little about them, huh? If not, you can move on down to the next topic heading. 😃

Back in November 2012, the four of us took a four-day cruise on the Carnival Inspiration out of Long Beach, CA. to Catalina Island and Ensenada, Mexico. It was their first Cruise Ship adventure, and a shakedown cruise to check out their sea legs. We had a fun time with them considering we only knew them for a little over a year.

I remember Larry’s wife Ellen was enjoying my company on Catalina as much as my wife was enjoying Larry’s company. While we were walking the town square shops and restaurants, Ellen had her arm linked with mine, and my wife was doing the same with Larry. They were walking ahead of us most of the time. There was nothing going on, except lots of laughter and joking around. It was a time for all of us to get familiar with each other, and just have fun. 

I hardly knew Larry at this point, other than he seemed to be a great guy and our friendship was just that. Not much time was spent alone together yet, and coffee time was new for us too. So, the cruise was all about the four of us, having fun together. At that point in history, we were all in our 40’s. And nothing at all happened during the time together that suggested that Larry and I were meant for each other, or that the girls would become fast friends in the future. Just nice neighborly fun-time together.

The second cruise we took together was in December 2014, on the NCL Epic, a seven-day cruise out of Miami, FL to the Western Caribbean with stops in: 

Ocho Rios, Jamaica, George Town, Cayman Islands, Cozumel

It was just five years ago, man time flies though, I didn’t think it was that long ago! By this time we were solid neighbors, lots of going out to dinner together, BBQs in the backyard, River and Lake trips on Larry’s beautiful boat. Yeah, we were tight, oh nothing sexual, Larry was in his heyday of spewing anti-gay shit whenever it seemed appropriate for him to do so. (Well, if you are reading this chapter first, this was all a cover to protect himself while in the closet.) He’s done enough apologizing for a century over that period. I’ve forgiven him this year, especially after our March weekend trip!

On the huge NCL Epic, there was so much to do onboard, and the dining was to die for. Maybe one day I’ll get into that cruise, but in this journal, who’d be interested! We did nothing sexual, except for what I mentioned in the last chapter, a lot of leg and knee touching without pulling back. But I have to say, the two us were spending more and more time onboard together, more coffee time, more just hanging time.

Larry and I did get in some time together, at the late-night gross-out comedy shows, the wives refused to attend. Man, those guys even embarrassed me while I was with Larry. We hadn’t broken through the closet cover yet, and the gay stuff was uncomfortable because I knew what was coming from his mouth after the show was over. My job seemed to be, change the subject often with him.

Sometimes after the comedy shows, we’d hit the Pizza-by-the-Slice stand on the Lido Deck where the Pools are located. By the way, neither one of us managed to swim onboard; maybe I get more than my share of that at home. You guys that have been with us for the haul, know Larry is not the biggest fan of his hirsute body. I gladly take on that roll for him!

I can only imagine what it’s like for him, when people stare. I know he thinks it’s about his blonde hairiness, I think it’s because of his knockout of the ballpark handsomeness! I don’t think I ever made him feel uncomfortable about being hairy; I thought it was super hot looking, and something my body was missing. I’m glad that issue seems to be over for him lately. 

However, that cruise was a lot of fun for all of us. Larry and Ellen got to swim with the dolphins in Cozumel, and we all visited a Sea Turtle Farm and Sanctuary in the Cayman Islands. Plus, a ton of things to do onboard.

I felt I was getting much closer to my best friend too. The wives spent a lot of time together, giving us time to just hang too. Nothing remotely close to sexual stuff going on though. That was okay, I got to spend time with my buddy, and he felt the same way. I tell you what though, we came back even closer buddies than when we left. And the two of them are now big fans of cruising.

Here we are, five years later, my buddy is way more than just a buddy, the wives are even closer than ever before, might be a good thing for us too! But getting caught by them with his dick in my mouth or ass, or vice versa, could be a problem! Ya think! Yeah, I think! Maybe if our dicks were long enough, we could just park them in our own asses, and kill a couple of birds with one stone! At least I’m trying to make light of the situation! If we play our cards right, maybe we won’t be biggest horn dogs on the cruise!

Oh well, when we get back, I’ll try to recap the fun stuff, but if it was super boring, I’ll spare you the grief of reading about it. I’d give us a chance though; we are clever getting our rocks off!

GOT A MINUTE FOR A SHORT STORY?

You guys are the highlight of my days when Larry is not taking that role! I’ve been corresponding with some of you guys, that have taken the time to get to know us better. We have often been able to take your advice and sometimes, just listen to your stories. One of you guys got me to thinking, Larry and I are on a wonderful Journey. The guys we are talking to, are the Destination, the place we are trying to get to. That makes a whole bunch of sense to me now. But not in this chapter, maybe another chapter, this is a short story about “Joe the Pool Guy”. My pool guy for years, and I didn’t change his name too, but the story is BL (Before Larry.) Larry and I have only been connecting since March. Before that, I was fair game right? 😛

I’ll try to make this brief, yup, that’s gonna happen Marc! I had mentioned to some of you guys, that I have been caught naked in my pool at times, primarily by two men I use to keep my property in top condition. A pool man, and a gardener. Joe and Aldo, also his real name. (I’m counting on they won’t be reading my blog anyway.)

Joe usually gets my pool perfect by 7:30 am or no later than 8:00 am. These are times I won’t be up or using the pool normally. Thanks to this journal blog, I get to bed around 2:00 am trying to stay on top of the journal and it’s promotion, plus writing you guys. I’ll get to Aldo after Joe.

One mid-morning I was in the pool, in my usual bathing suit, none. And in comes Joe to service the pool. I know someone is in the yard because I still have those damn squeaky gate hinges that I haven’t WD-40’d yet. I’m in the deep end and not close to an exit I can use easily. Joe notices me in the pool, but may not have seen my lack of swimsuit yet. He comes over to the deep end to chat with me, and now knows I’m naked. That poor guy, just started stuttering, and tried to not look into the pool while talking to me. He suggested that he should go and leave the chemicals for me to pour in once I get out. He just kept apologizing and gave me excuses about his daughter and school; like I’m listening to him. I’ve got my own problems right now. “I’m sorry Mr. Holmes, I really am, I should have called you. I can leave now and come back in the morning.” I just told him, “why, you are already here, if you want me out of the pool, I’ll get out.” He said no, if it was okay with me, he’d could go to the shallow end to test the water and then work on the filter.

Personally, I don’t think Joe saw much of anything because he kept looking away, maybe he saw my ass when I turned around? I got out of the pool anyway, and wrapped a towel around my waist, made sure it was tucked tight and not going to drop. That was important because I was sporting a boner that needed anchoring under that towel. See this is where Larry can do a better job hiding his sky pointing boner! I looked down and that dick of mine wasn’t doing a great job of hiding, I kind of liked the look though, made me feel bigger than I am!

I walked around to the filter and pump area which is hiding behind a wall built to hide the equipment and sound. I said, “Hey Joe, stop feeling bad about catching me naked today. I’m okay with you being here, that’s how I swim all the time; we all swim that way around here. I’m sure you must know other clients that do the same too.” “Yes sir, I’ve run into some ladies that way sometimes. I don’t see many men clients though, I guess because they are at work.” I told him, “well I work at home, so I’m here all the time and swim at different parts of the day. You’ll probably catch me that way a lot.”

I looked down at my towel that was supposed to hide my boner, it’s not doing a good job, that flagpole dick of mine was having a mind of his own right now. I decided to tighten the towel around me better which meant it was going to be much looser for a moment. That’s all it took to release my dick to full boner status, there was no question in his or my mind that there was a boner in play. I quickly tightened the towel around me to flatten my dick down. Yeah, that was going to happen, the tight towel just showcased my dick even more. 

Hey, I’m Marcus I do and say stuff no one else does all the time. I decided there’s no hiding what was happening anymore. I just said, “Joe, I guess now I have to apologize, my dick was reacting to the situation. I have a fucking boner right now, shit happens.” I got him to laugh, not a big laugh, a slightly timid laugh, that is until I started laughing at the situation too. He finally looked like he was okay with everything, and just went about messing with the pool equipment. I watched him for a moment, and then asked him, “we’re good Joe, right?” “Sure Mr. Holmes, we’re good. Sorry though.” “Don’t be sorry, we’re men, it’s cool!” I told him I was headed back into the pool.

I walked over to my office deck, took off my towel and placed it on the deck, and dived back into the pool. I still have my boner, and I don’t think it’s going to leave anytime soon! It’s a good thing my Babe Larry was not my Babe yet! He could get jealous!

I’m in the pool and I keep an eye on the wall where Joe is working, the wall is not tall, but tall enough to hide the equipment behind it, however, not Joe, I can see him working and see him peeking my way. I’m not sure what he sees, but there’s no question he’s interested now. He caught my eye on one of his peeks and decided to come back out from behind the wall. I think the ‘Joe were good’ comment got him thinking it’s okay that I’m naked with him there, so go about his business. Well part of that business was some chit chat with me while he sat on the edge of my deck. Apparently, he’s okay with me naked, but I bet he wanted to see that boner of mine. So, I gave him the view he wanted. He hardly took his eyes away from my swollen dick. I know why it was swollen and why it wasn’t going away soon too.

Maybe you’d like to know a wee bit more about Joe, huh? I’ll do my best for you. First, he’s been my pool guy for a few years now, I rarely see him, I told you why, and he keeps my pool crystal clear year around. That is a job for him because I keep the pool warm year-round, algae loves to grow in warm water. And, there’s never a smell of chlorine and my skin doesn’t itch after a swim, that’s a great pool guy. Okay, that’s why he’s in my employ. That’s not what you want to hear though, I get it.

Joe is in his early 30’s, he is his own boss and has a large clientele too. Still not what you want, oh maybe what he looks like. Okay he’s average height, around my height, and a very nice physique too. He wears what he thinks of as a uniform, a dark blue V-neck shirt that makes his pecs look fucking awesome. How’s that? One thing though, he doesn’t have a dad bod like us, so his shirt just hangs down from his pecs and you most certainly see his small hard nipples too. He may have abs, probably does, but maybe he’s just lean in the belly department. He wears the same colored shorts that end mid way to his knees. And a white belt, and sock-less shoes. He is dark complected a lot like my Dads Family, he is Portuguese by nationality. He keeps his hair short, but it’s a full head of brown hair and a little curly. He shaves his face except a soul patch under his lip. Something I saw a lot as a kid from my Dad’s band members playing brass instruments. And he is cute, very good looking. But I think the awkward thing for him is not the nakedness, it’s the age thing. My son and daughter are in their 30’s, it’s a good bet his dad could be my age, and maybe it’s awkward for him being naked with a guy that could be his dad?

But it doesn’t end here, there were other afternoon drop ins to service the pool, and other naked encounters. One day maybe there will be time or opportunity available to write more about Joe. I’m interested in what would happen if he dropped in on Larry and me getting it on in the pool. That hasn’t happened yet, but who’s to say it won’t. Joe is a few years older now than he was in the story. We talk about his kids and great places to eat around the valley. And he is way cooler about talking to me when I’m naked, but I don’t think I’ve had the boner problem since that first time. 

Is his dick slip known or unknown thing?

I’ll give you at least one little thing about him I’ve noticed more than once, okay twice. He’s in the habit of squatting down on his haunches when talking to me in the pool. Well, he’s like Larry and me, a fan of commando. I’ve seen an occasional dick slip poking out of his shorts, yeah, the years of seeing me having fun naked in the pool, might have cured the guilt from a few years ago. I personally think he know exactly what’s sticking out of his shorts when squatting while chatting with me. Maybe it’s a partial payback for all the naked junk he’s seen of mine over the years? Maybe he’d like a dip in the pool too? So, what do you think, maybe the first threesome for us one day? I don’t know if it’s worth bring up in conversation with Larry, who I forgot will be reading this chapter along with you guys soon! [It’s all cool Babe!]

AND THEN THERE’S ALDO

The other guy is our Gardener, Aldo, he’s about as cool as a cucumber, and has an infectious laugh, he’s Hispanic, someplace in his 50’s and the best Landscaper I’ve ever had. He does everything including, cleaning the old fronds from my Queen Palm Trees, to cleaning the gutters for me. And he’s an artist with the shrubs, creating geometric shapes and planting flower gardens. He buys the flowers and bills me at the end of the month; I told him to consider it’s his yard, make it something he’d be proud to show everyone. He has taken me at my word and my place is the nicest in the community as far as I’m concerned.

I’ve met his whole family at times, because his wife and his dad have helped him occasionally. Over the years, my wife and I have become close friends with his family; we went to his daughter’s coming of age Quinceañera party a couple of years ago and had a wonderful time celebrating with them. I really love Aldo, but not like Larry, however, he’s such a great guy to have as a friend.

Aldo has caught me more than a few times naked in the pool, he just says “iHola, Mr. Marcus!” (Actually, he doesn’t know me as Marcus, only my first name, which I don’t use in this journal), “I’ll just trim the bushes, okay?” Or whatever else he had to do. It’s like naked is everyday normal for him, no problem. Sometimes he just stands on the cool deck talking to me while I’m in the pool. He’s the only guy that I’m totally comfortable with being naked in front of other than Joe and Larry. He’s never acted like Joe, all embarrassed, or apologetic, swimsuit no swimsuit, no big deal. After the nice chat I usually forget that he’s there working. 

Longer ago than I can remember, on a very hot day, I was of course in the pool, when Aldo came to work on the yard. He usually gets the front yard looking great first. For him it’s good advertising, his name is on his work pickup truck. Maybe some neighbor of mine will hire him, he’s a good businessman. By the time he got to the back he was drenched in sweat, his brown work clothes looked almost black from being soaked. I said, “iHola Aldo, you should not be working in this heat.” He said, “No, Mr. Marcus, I don’t mind the heat.” I invited him into my pool to cool off. And he was surprised I’d make such a kind offer but told me he is too dirty to come into the pool. I reminded him that behind the tall hedges he trims so perfectly is a semi-private shower area that he could use to clean up. 

He looked at me and said I was a good man, but he should just get his work done. I asked him if he had a change of clothes in his truck. “Yes, I have extra clothes if I need them.” I told him go get them now, and bring them to the backyard. “Are you sure?” “Yes!” So, I watched him walk down the side yard and waited for him to come back. Part of me thought he’d take the opportunity to just leave. But he didn’t, he had some nicely folded clothes his wife Lourdes cleaned and folded for him.

“Aldo, use the shower, but if you want warm water let the water run for a while.” He looked at me like maybe I was crazy for asking him to join me. I’m the boss, he’s the worker, we shouldn’t be mixing like this. But he did head over to the hidden shower, and then soon thereafter naked Aldo and his flopping dick mostly strolled over to the steps to get in the pool with me. I’m sure he was checking out what he had to do in the backyard today. When he finally got into the water, he walked right up to me and offered his hand for a shake. And said, “thank you Amigo, you are a very kind man.” I told him to please swim if he wanted to or just go over to the shaded area of the pool to cool off. He did both. I also followed suit. In the shade I asked about his kids, he has more than we have, and he just beamed talking about them to me. I’ve met all his kids, some are grown and gone like ours, but he has some in school yet.

Aldo has a gifted cock

Aldo is the first uncircumcised man I’ve been up close to and naked with, I’ve seen a couple of guys like that at the Fitness Showers, but it’s not cool to stare! I was amazed at how comfortable he was with nakedness, his or mine. No big thing. Or, was it because Mr. Aldo was also gifted with a very generous cock, width and length. Maybe because of his foreskin, it does give the illusion of a longer cock. No, I don’t think it’s anything like that at all, he just a very natural manly man, very comfortable in his skin and secure in his masculinity. I did not get a boner with him, but I also wasn’t in my grower state as well. I was holding my own average dick size, and it made me comfortable.

He said I was kind, but no way as kind as he is to us. I had one thing to tell him before he left though. There are times when his wife Lourdes helps him. I told him, “Please when she is working with you, you come in the backyard and tell me so I can get out of the pool.” Aldo laughed at me and said I should not be ashamed of my beautiful body, God made us all beautiful, men and women. I just held my ground and said promise me you’ll let me know, okay? He probably thinks I’m loco though. But promised me he would.

Aldo’s stay in the pool was short, he got out with me and I headed over to get a couple of towels to dry off. I did look, hopefully not stared at his muscular body gained from hard work; he was about as hairy as myself, but he has something I don’t have yet. All his head and body hair was gray. I’m not sure if we are the same age, but the graying I have is in part of my beard and temples. I thought only to myself, I’m an all-over tan guy, what else would I be? Aldo is an all-over brown guy. Together we were men of color, I liked that. Aldo and his family are wonderful people and friends of ours.  I wish more people in our country could get to that position and stop discriminating! Humans come in an assortment of wonderful hues! Get over it!

YES! I GOT SOME LARRY TIME IN BEFORE LEAVING

I was resigning myself to being with my Babe on the Southwest Flight to Seattle on Friday. And, I mean sitting in those cramped seats, three wide. You know the girls could have tried to get a flight with First Class seating, but why pay twice the money to sit for two hours in a flying tin can? I agree with them unless it’s a flight paid for by my company. No matter the mode of transportation they arrange for me, it’s just another workplace, until I get there. That’s okay, I get paid well to put up with the shit!

Anyway, stay focused Marc! We are all packed, and the luggage is sitting in the garage for the Shuttle tomorrow. The wives have lists to follow, big checklists too! My suitcase is the medium-sized one, and I managed to get my Tux and dress shoes inside with room for a weeks supply of clothes. My wife has the big suitcase with matching Houndstooth Pattern. And, she asked if there was room in mine for more stuff of hers. Nope, I have a Tux and Suit Jacket In there already. We each have a carry-on bag; mine holds the iPad, camera and toiletries, plus underwear for the hotel on Friday night. I travel light often, but I’m the guy, the wives will look different everyday and evening, plus cocktail dresses. She could use three big bags! What usually happens, she ends up buying clothes she didn’t have room for. I know all the guys reading, that makes no fucking sense, until you factor in a new suitcase purchased onboard. We end up donating to ‘Goodwill,’ all the unmatched suitcases yearly.

So, what about Larry? That’s coming, or should I say, he’s cumming soon! It’s late now on Thursday and I can’t stand it any longer, I text him. “Yo buddy, you packed yet?” The choice of words carefully crafted in case Ellen is still up and nearby. I got the answer text back that he was done hours ago. See it’s a guy thing! But he said Ellen is still trying to get everything packed yet. I asked him if he was out of sight of Ellen. “Oh yeah, I’m downstairs watching TV.” So, I text back, delete this thread, “I need some dick right now! And I don’t care if it’s giving or receiving!” He texted back, no problem on the text thread, “but are you reading my fucken mind Babe?” “Maybe you’re reading mine instead!” 

I told him we don’t have a lot of time tonight and maybe the girls will be light sleepers, anxious about the cruise and forgetting stuff. I told him that I don’t trust doing anything around here. Why don’t we tell the wives that we are going out for coffee and discuss the cruise. He told me that wasn’t bad, but what about the dick thing? I told him to take the big King Ranch Pickup of his to get coffee. And then, I reminded him about how comfortable his back-bench seat is. I don’t see his face, but I bet it’s lit up now. “Let’s get in the backseat and I’ll suck you off, or you can do me. I don’t fucking care, but we are both getting off before we come back home. If you want to fuck me, I’ll be ready for you too.” He texted back, “Hey, I’m no slouch here, maybe I’ll be ready for you too!” “When can you go?” “How about 45 minutes, give us time to get ready.” “Deal Babe!” I texted him a couple of ❤️❤️ and then told him to delete the text thread. “Roger that.”

I told my wife about going for coffee with Larry and the first thing out of her mouth, “coffee at this time of night?” “Coffee doesn’t affect our sleep; besides I want to talk to him about Alaska when he was stationed there in the Coast Guard.” Her comeback, “you can’t talk to him on the airplane or ship?” “Oh, I plan on bending his ear plenty, for a week. It’s just I want some Bro time with him, it’s been a while. We’ll all be together soon, kind of kills the Bro time.” Her next comeback, “guys, I’ll never understand them!” I laughed and told her, “stop stealing and changing our sayings about understanding females!” She told me she understood how much Larry meant to me, especially our Bro time. Yup, that’s what she said too! Sometimes she makes it too easy!

I headed to my office bathroom where I could prepare myself for my Babe without her noticing anything. She appreciates it when I use my bathroom for let say, shitting. No aromas for her bathroom. By the time I was done talking to her and getting ready, I headed out the garage door to meet him.

It’s been hot for way too long around here, and we aren’t getting those Delta Winds to cool us down as well. So, I’m in polyester shorts, and a pullover shirt, I’m going for easy access tonight, well most of the time. I started to walk over to where he parks his truck and he was already there. Sometimes I wonder if our brains aren’t wired together lately, because he’s not dressed much different than me. I guess great minds think alike, huh? I walk over to where was standing at his truck door, nicely in the dark, and gave him a kiss, he gave one back, and took a handful of my ass too! That’s easy to do in thin polyester shorts. I told him I would have gone for the dick and balls, like I was doing to him. He takes direction well lately! 😅 He told me to hop in and we’ll go get some coffee. I told him that Coffee was the cover, we could skip it if he wanted. He told me, “no evidence, we need evidence.” I agreed with him and told him he was getting way more devious than me lately! That was worth the laugh.

We found a coffee kiosk still open and got a couple of cups before we got back to finding a secluded spot. Well, my friends, where we live, that not a problem. He found a quiet spot and we headed to the back seat with all four doors locked. His pickup has black film on the windows, no peeking inside unless there’s a light on. We know where all the parts are located on our body, we’ve had years of experience finding them! No lights needed tonight. I took off his clothes and he took off mine, more fun that way. I had a mission in mind, involved his cock in my mouth, it seemed the mission was in his mind too. That’s easy, amazing how accommodating men’s equipment can be, even in the dark, somehow my dick got very warm and moist feeling, fucking amazing! 

Our dicks were ready tonight

One of the things I admire about my Babe is the attention to detail he brings to the party. First of all, that beautiful King Ranch Pickup has leather seats, nice soft seats, but you can stick to leather seats when you’re bare-ass naked. So, he put a bath sheet towel on the back seat earlier. It’s all in the details! Tonight, there was no customary little grower cocks waiting to get sucked until they grew large, nope, we were both so turned on, we were hard before the pants came off! There’s a small, opportunity for me when he’s that turned on, prying his dick away from his belly, I mean that fucking dick is spring-loaded. I can see why he likes my very cooperative dick; it will follow you anywhere you’d like it to go. I don’t have a problem with his dick, his dick has a problem with me! That fucker can snap out of my mouth and slap his belly hard. Sometimes, just to be an asshole, I’ll pull it away and let it slap back a few times until he grabs me by my ears and tells me, “one more fucking time, and your ass is grass!” “Oh, I’m just having some fun.” “The fuck you are, at my dicks expense!” “Man, such a fucking grouch!” Of course, we don’t mean any of this, and I bet he gets as big a kick out of me playing with his dick anyway! I told him, “I’m sorry my dick doesn’t know how to play like yours does.” He told me that my dick was perfect the way it was.

Neither one of us planned on cumming this way, we both wanted to fuck each other one last time before the cruise gets in the way. Now it’s a matter who goes first, he let me win. Maybe he thought I’d be quick on the draw and blow my load fast. Well he wasn’t too far off the track there, we don’t have a ton of time, but I wanted to get into that hairy ass of his for days now. I thought I’d try fucking him while he was on his back. I want to always look at him, this time, I didn’t spend much time getting his ass ready for me. I went for it, and I got a sound I haven’t heard before, Oufff, next to, "what the fuck!" “I’m sorry Babe!”  “No, it’s okay, but did you grow a bigger cock?” There’s not a lot of room in the back seat as I thought, I tried to use my tongue to wet his asshole, but this is not working, so I spit on my fingers a couple of times, and worked on his hole until I was able to loosen him up. I didn’t waste any time getting my cock inside him before it closed shop on me though! 

I did not tell him my knees were killing me, he’ll find out about it here with you guys. I sucked it up and fucked him like he wanted me to. He did his part by sucking on my nipples and some deep tongue kissing. I said we are in tuned with each other so he’ll know, I’m sure he could tell I was in some discomfort, (try pain!) He made sure that I came faster than I like to with him, but tonight, thank you buddy! I’m sure I came pretty good, I think I did, but my knees were yelling at me, and that pain/pleasure thing mixed things up on me. Truck fucking might be a kid thing.,

But I did see his face dimly lit while I was in him, and I could see how much pleasure he was getting out of my dick. 

We are in a time crunch here, we are parked in a rural area, away from homes and streetlights, but there are many patrols around here, and we don’t want to be investigated. But I have a date with his cock in my ass, and he has perfect knees. I know that’s not fair to him, maybe after knee surgery, I can fix that for him. Well, payback was in order, I figured my asshole was about to get the same treatment I tried with him. But my hole was almost, like 90% ready for him. I don’t know why, anticipation. Maybe. He got me on my back, legs spread, and I was facing him, just like he was for me. Except I get to look at his hunky body lumbering over my chest. He put his hard cock at my asshole and pushed, then a little more, and he was in! “Babe, I’m fucken in!” “Yeah, now what are you going to do?” “I’m going to pound you over and over until I give you all I saved up!” Well he didn’t lie, and it wasn’t painful, maybe I’m on an adrenal rush right now, but that cock feels on fire inside me, I’m okay. But after a few more stokes,

He made sure our bodies were grinding

I asked him to slow down and fuck me like we always do. I told him I want to feel your cock pumping cum inside me, please do that for me. He shut my talking up by plunging his tongue deep into my open mouth, and he slowed down his hip action, but made sure our bodies were grinding together. It didn’t take much of that for him, he really slowed down his movements and when he was ready to cum, he pushed his cock into me as far as he could and stopped moving. I could feel his pulsing cock right at my asshole, he delivered maybe six or seven loads. That gave me the felling like I was cumming again, I doubt that I did, but tell my brain that. I really get off on the sensual fucking. Then I’m thinking, maybe he was making his cock pulsate on purpose, but I will believe I made him cum like the hunky stud he is. He relaxed while in me and moved his head down to suck on my right nipple, like he was hoping for milk to arrive. I was hopping he wasn’t giving me a hickey to have to explain later to my wife!

He finally pulled out of me and we adjusted ourselves to be a bit more comfortable on the bench seat. How I was now sitting was going to make his cum leak out of me, I think he knew that too. He took his two fingers up to my asshole and let his cum drip onto them. That took a while, my Babe knows how to manufacture the cum! I said to him, what are you going to do with that. He just showed me, he licked his fingers! I said, “Babe, that was just in my ass!”  He said, “and you did a great job of getting it ready for me too!” He put his two fingers back to my asshole and let me taste him too! He’s still has sweeter cum than me, but a small part of me thought, that’s gross! But I manned up for him. I think he’s a big fan of his own sweet cum now. Yup, I do believe that!

Well, it was great fun, even through the knee pain, and that may have to hold us for at least a week of close confinement in the cruise ship. We drank some of the now cooling coffee, yuck, it better be hot or icy but not barely warm. And, we left some coffee in the cup to take in the house. Just in case we need more than our word we went for coffee. 

On the way back we said all our normal parting stuff to each other. And one more thing, I said, “Babe, you realized we just reenacted a page from our teenage years, right?” Laughing he said, “only a lot hotter and way fucken better too!” “Roger that, Babe!”

But tonight, for the first time in a couple of weeks, we seemed upbeat and really looking forward to the cruise. We agreed that maybe there won’t be a single opportunity to get it on with each other, but let’s have the best fucking time we ever had. Make sure the wives are too, after all they planned this vacation and paid for it; they want us to have a great time as well. There will be times that we can be together, even if it’s just for coffee in the morning before breakfast with the wives. I told him, my favorite thing to do while having coffee with him, was looking into his incredible blue eyes! I told him his eyes alone could make me cum! “Marcus, buddy, get fucken serious!” “I am serious, you are a lot hotter than you think you are!” “Keep that talk up and I’m going to have to fuck you again!” “Well, if we had time, I’d let you!” He just took his right hand over to my left thigh and squeezed it a bit. I told him I had something better to squeeze close by. We kept this banter up until we got back home. We weren’t gone to long to get the wives suspicious though. 

In his driveway, we hugged in the shadows once more and kissed like we won’t get to again for a while. We broke it up rather quickly tonight, and I told him let’s be positive on this cruise, it will be awesome because we will be together for a week once again. And I get to look at you anytime I want. I think I was pouring it on a little too thick for him, because he said, “damn Marcus, I get to see you too, you know you turn me on all the time too!” I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to, I smiled in the darkness, and he did too. But he did say, “good night Babe, can’t wait for tomorrow!” I said, “ditto, Babe, big time!”

Well guys, that’s it was a while, tomorrow off to Seattle and Saturday Cruise time. I hope we’ll have stuff to write about when we get back home. I won’t be writing anything on the cruise except quick notes to remind me about stuff that happened on the trip. I’ve got my fingers crossed that Larry and I have a great time together, even if we must lock up our dicks for a week! At least after tonight we are on the same page about that. If the opportunity arises for us and won’t jeopardize our covers, let the dicks be free! Ha ha! I can laugh now, I just got to fuck with my Babe! And, my knees have already forgotten the pain!

So, I’m posting what NCL has given us about the cruise ports we will visit below. My iPhone Weather App says the days will be in the 60’s next week, that’s a helluva lot better than the 100°+ we’ve been getting at home!
Catch up with you guys in a week or so!
Marcus and of course my Babe, Larry too!

Norwegian Cruise Line: Joy

NCL JOY ITINERARY FOR ALASKA CRUISE

8/30 Friday: Flight ✈️ Southwest Airlines to Seattle non-stop

8/30 Friday: Edgewater Hotel, Seattle

8/31 Saturday: Seattle Embark NCL Joy

  9/1 Sunday: At Sea

  9/2 Monday: Ketchikan, Revillagigedo Island, AK

  9/3 Tuesday: Juneau, AK

  9/4 Wednesday: Icy Straight Point, Hoonah, AK

  9/5 Thursday: At Sea

  9/6 Friday: Victoria, Vancouver Island, BC Canada

  9/7 Saturday: Seattle, Disembark

  9/7 Saturday: Flight ✈️ Southwest Airlines to Sacramento non-stop

Our ALASKAN CRUISE journal begins in Chapter 47:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/09/ch-47-whole-new-kind-of-horny-for-us.html