Ch. 51 The Final Cruise Ship Story

The Observation Lounge where we will meet our new friends

Hi Guys,
This is the final chapter about our Alaskan Cruise, and a shore visit to Victoria, BC, Canada. I hope to wrap it all up for you here, and there's something you might want to read from my buddy Larry too.

A MEETING WITH MAURICE AND PETE
I received a text from our new friend Maurice last night, requesting a meeting with us in the morning at the Observation Lounge Forward at 7:00am if possible. Kind of early for a vacation I thought, but it means the wives won’t be up for hours! I let Larry know, but he was texted as well, he knows. After yesterday afternoon, we owe them big time. We’ll be there, maybe some Irish Coffee from the bar, maybe. At least for me.

Not the usual good morning, I love you kiss, huh

I opened my side of the adjoining rooms interior door and knocked on his inside door to let him know I was ready to go. In a few seconds he opened his inside door; I could see he was still finishing up dressing by tucking his shirt inside his pants. We went for our usual hugs; however, I gave him a quick morning kiss too. It’s what loving couples do, right? I guess not, because he used both hands on each side of my head to drag me into his room, at the same time, he was stuffing his probing tongue into my mouth. Once we came up for air, I asked him quizzically, “is your wife still here?” (So that you can follow us here, the adjoining rooms door opens into his living room area, and my side opens in the bedroom area.) He said that if I listen, I can hear her snoring, and won’t be awake for a while; I guess it’s a good reason why he pulled me into his room like that. Since I’m in a tell all mood, once he released my head from his hands, they found their way under my untucked shirt and were rubbing my belly and chest hair. (Note: If you want to get my attention, you might try that trick with me!) I guess passionate kissing is getting to be a part of our regular routine lately. I hope it doesn’t take us down one day! I asked him, “Are you ready?” “No, I really want to suck your dick first! Just kidding, (no he’s not), I’m as ready as I can get!” I brought up the three-hour fuck and suck fest we had yesterday, and asked, “Are you still horny?” He made a funny laugh sound I have no idea how to write, and made it better by saying, “I’m always horny for you Babe!” I came back with, “What a nice thing to hear the first thing in the morning Babe! We better head up to see what they want from us, before we get sidetracked, huh.”

Heading to our meeting

A few seconds later, we were out in the hallway passage headed to the elevator to Deck 15 and the Observation Lounge. If you know me by now, I’m always thinking about what might go wrong so I can have a Plan B backup. I asked Larry if he had any idea what they may want from us at such an early hour. He didn’t have a clue either, but figured I probably had something festering in my brain, so he told me to spill my guts while I could. I told him I don’t want to believe this, but he pushed for it, “Do you think they want to get it on with us?” Larry’s thinking was, the way they’ve been acting around us, it wasn’t a crazy idea, and said, “Marc I doubt it, they are a tight couple, but what do we know, maybe they have an open partnership.” He then asked me, “what would I do or say if they wanted to party with us?” ‘That’s easy, Babe, I’d thank them for considering us that way, but tell them we are monogamous, and committed partners.” Larry stopped walking and looked at me, and said, “Your fucken right we are a committed couple, I’d never consider anything like that!” And then he wrapped his arm around my neck to draw me to him for a Bro squeeze, but that brought back childhood memories of the head nuggies, I got as a young kid from my Dad’s Band members knuckles on my buzz-cut head, when I was around them. They never hurt me, but there was that off chance maybe it would hurt. (Sorry for the mind wandering here. By now you should know if I think it, I write it!) Anyway, we are united on this if it comes up, but we will turn them down gently. Hopefully, it never comes up, I don’t want anything negative to come between us and our generous friends.

We arrived at the Observation Lounge to find them already there waiting on us. One of these days, I hope we get to be the early arrivers. Maybe, we secretly love the entrance more than the meeting. Probably fucken true too! They spot us and wave us over to them. They picked a spot free of other passengers so we could have a private conversation.

MAURICE AND PETER HAVE OUR RAPT ATTENTION

Pete and Maurice were waiting

We got our expected hugs and Maurice went for the double cheek kisses; damn, that French accent of his makes that seem so right. Pete’s New York accent suggests maybe a chest bump instead; that’s not a negative as far as I’m concerned.

We were invited to sit, and they offered us the coffee they had purchased for us, made exactly as we would order it ourselves. Oh, these guys are up to something today. Pete and Maurice both started to talk at the same time, and then caught themselves, and decided who would start the conversation. Pete won the toss. Personally, he was easier to understand most times, although I could listen to Maurice’s French accent for hours, makes me want to learn French! (I may have to start a second bucket list!)

Pete now leaning from the edge of his chair, definitely owning the posture of someone with something to say, had our rapt attention. He said that they, like most men they knew, loved Porn and followed a lot of sites online. (Oh shit, I hope this is not going where I think it’s going.) And, they followed a lot of American and European sites on Tumblr. I smiled and nodded with recognition, that I was aware of Tumblr myself. I offered that we lost our Tumblr site in the ‘great purge,’ and we’re not able to gain access to any existing site, including any of our saved photos, videos and list of followers. 

Pete said he was sorry for our loss in the purge, and added their small site was gone too. He asked if we had any idea why so many sites were destroyed, and I told him yes, and explained it had to do with Apple’s Policy of Porn on Apps that could be opened and viewed by children. Tumblr didn’t want to lose their right to have an Apple App, so under pressure they started to delete accounts not suitable with Apple’s Policy. I told them I was pissed but wasn’t going to rebuild there and found the ‘newTumbl.com’ site to rebuild instead.

Pete seemed appreciative of my explanation; however, it was soon to become evident that Tumblr itself was not what they had in mind to talk about this morning. 

He brought up the ‘alanH-me.Tumblr.com’ feed on the giant U.K. Gay Naturist site that they enjoyed following. Okay he definitely has my ear; this site was very important to the success of our ‘Bros Gone Rogue Blog’. Now, I’m wondering why he brought this up, like who talks about Gay Websites, in nice conversations.

I’ll try to be brief, back in March of this year, I wrote David from the site mentioned and asked permission to use quite a few of the images on his Tumblr feed in my story. He granted that for me and then I asked him if he had some time, that maybe he would read the Prologue and first chapter of a short story I was writing and let me know if it was any good. He agreed and quickly wrote back how hot it was and that he’d recommend my blog to his almost 100K followers. 

My little story that was only going to be a few chapters long to cover the weekend we had together, only had a few 100 hits. After David recommended it to his followers, we had over 10,000 hits in the first week, and the blog was going bonkers with tons of new readers daily. A decision was made by me to turn the short story into a journal of what happened to Marcus and Larry after the weekend trip. Larry got to know about my decision to go beyond a short story on our trip to Big Sur weeks later. That ought to catch you up on the UK site reference here.

Pete still controlled the topic at the moment and told us that months ago, David from the ‘alanH-me site’ they follow, highly recommended a new male erotica blog about two straight married guys who discovered a deep love bond between themselves on a getaway weekend. He apologized for not remembering the exact words, but that was close. He continued by telling us that Maurice and he decided to checked it out, because they read erotica to each other often. They read the first three chapters to decide if they would become followers.

Maurice jumped in and said he was very interested in the story because it reminded him about Pete and himself years earlier. And then, he offered up, when a new chapter was posted, he had Pete read it aloud to him while they relaxed on a couch or in bed. He made sure to emphasize how much he liked being in bed hearing the stories too. Makes sense to me.

(Of course, I’m not stupid, I knew immediately he’s referring to our journal blog.) Pete said they have now read every posting and feel that they know the men, Marcus and Larry very well, and look forward to continuing their interest in the blog. In fact, several of their close friends are now following the stories too and discuss them when they get together. (You guys have to believe, the Marcus you know, is biting the inside of his cheeks to keep from speaking up right now. I’m smiling and listening. Larry’s a safe bet, he wouldn’t touch this conversation with a ten-foot pole, at least not yet.)

Maurice took over with the more important parts of why we are in this early morning meeting with them. Obviously, Peter set up the stage, now Maurice will get us to the next level. He told us that a large group of their friends had planned a cruise in September to Alaska leaving from Seattle on the 'Norwegian Joy', this was booked months ago. 

He brought up a storyline from a chapter detailing how Marcus and Larry and their wives will be heading to Alaska on the very same ship at the very same time as their group. And many in the group that are reading the stories, if they are up to date, will know this too. He said that Pete and he decided to keep this knowledge to themselves and try to see if they could find Marcus and Larry among the passengers.

Pete jumped in and said, they thought it would be cool if we could find the guys in the blog but didn’t know what they would do about it if they did. He said that, Marcus described Larry often in the chapters and if he was telling the truth, he should be an easy person to find. And then he added, “I’m sorry if you men thought we were stalking you, it’s just you guys matched the descriptions we read, very well. We weren’t too sure about Marcus though, but knew he’d have brown hair and was a little taller and older.”

Maurice picks it up with, “At Starbucks a couple of times, we noticed you guys in the room, and then once again, at the Comedy Club Late Show. You were always alone together, no other friends or women, made us believe you were our guys.” And then he added, “Peter and I were so excited that we might be right, and we now wanted to meet you.” Pete added, “But we didn’t know how to approach you, or tell you why we wanted to in the first place. Perhaps, you were planning to stay under your straight cover.” Pete had the balls needed to add, “maybe you tell us to just Fuck-Off, perverts! If we were wrong.”

Pete was still leading the discussion, well with Maurice, a two-man dialogue, so far Larry and I are just listening with interest. “When we asked you to join our table a few days ago, we were totally convinced you guys had to be the Marcus and Larry we were reading about. However, we decided to not bring up our suspicions, and scare you off into hiding from us. You can’t imagine how happy we were that you came over for the visit and were so friendly and warm to us.”

Maurice told us his heart dropped a bit when in the introductions, our names weren’t Marcus and Larry, but said that later Pete reminded him that we changed our names in the stories to cover who we really were, he said he understands completely.

Pete said, “Remember, when we first met, you mentioned that you write a journal blog, that made us completely sure of who you are, and now know you are looking for a private trysting spot away from your wives. Maurice and I must help you in some way.” 

Maurice said, “We must let you use our suite for the afternoon, and we couldn’t wait to let you know that. When you accepted our offer, we were thrilled and wanted to make it perfect for you.”

As I wrote, Larry and I were quietly listening to them and just using head nods at times for support and understanding. We did finally get the chance to give them our thanks once again verbally. But as I’m writing this, way after the fact now, I didn’t connect the dots as soon as I should have, that they knew us as the guys from our blog. I really wanted to think of them as kind benefactors that just happened to be gay.

Maurice said they didn’t know if they should have told us about following our blog at all. But now that the cruise is about to end in hours, they wanted to tell us everything. “We want to let you know how much your stories have meant to us. We also know you may be concerned that we have broken your cover. When we first met you, we wanted to tell everyone here with us about you two as our ‘golden find’, however, we have changed our minds, we will tell no one while we are still all onboard. Will it be okay to tell them when we return home?” Larry laughed and told them, “only if you tell them Marcus is hung like a horse!” Maurice asks Pete, “Qu'est-ce qui est suspendu comme un cheval?” Pete tells him, “Cela signifie que son pénis est très long!” Maurice returns to English and looked directly at me, put his arm on my forearm and said, Marcus your penis is very beautiful just the way it is, just like the rest of you!” I had to laugh, and Larry told me, “do I tell them, or do you want to tell them!” I told him he could tell them; I was basking in the knowledge everything about me is beautiful! (See I don’t care if they call me beautiful!)

Larry couldn’t wait to unload my little joke idea on them, and he made it even nastier than I would have told it too. At least their reaction was to laugh and say they were sorry to have missed the joke but were delighted that we could be so comfortable while naked with them in the room. Pete turned to me and jokingly asked, “so, if anyone asks me about your cock size, how big should I say it is?” He was laughing the whole time, since he knows all about our grower stories from the blog. He did say that I could have said we had big cocks in the journal, and why didn’t I do that anyway. I told him politely, that if he really has read the chapters, he knows the answer to that question. He said he has, and we looked pretty awesome to them yesterday afternoon. Pete and Maurice had made it very comfortable to talk freely with them, so I said, “If you had just spent the afternoon in the beautiful suite of our most considerate friends, having great sex with the man you loved so much, how could we look any different?” Pete said, “you are absolutely right Marcus, how could you!”

Maurice brought up that they must be the only two men who know our real names and faces. Pete jumped in with, “a helluva lot more than just faces!” He started giggling a bit, but we helped by joining in on the laughter. Now all four of us are laughing, and Maurice said in French, “Vous avez des corps magnifiques, si beaux!” I’m sure it was something about how hot we looked naked to them. I recognized a couple of words, so I didn’t ask for a translation. I didn’t want to sound needy! (Ha ha, right! I looked it up!)

Before we broke up the meeting to return to our rooms, they vowed to keep our secret identities, and lamented the chance to brag about meeting us to their friends, at least while onboard. However, that chance meeting with the two nameless guys who also follow us, concerns me. We let them know we write a blog; how long will it take for them to put two and two together? So, I asked our dear friends to check in with them for us, and if needed, ask them to keep our cover while our wives are on board with us. Sometimes you make mistakes, and sometimes people let you slide.

Well, we weren’t done yet with our early morning meeting, they agreed to continue to help us as much as they could, however, Pete had one burning question he’d like answered, especially from Larry. He addressed Larry directly, “Larry, why the fuck, ‘Pardon my English’, did it take you guys over seven years to get together?” To which Larry answered, “Pete, my new fucking curious friend, ‘Pardon my French’, it’s complicated.” Okay, you know me, I’m going to jump in here, “guys, it’s just a word, it doesn’t have a nationality!” And I laughed at them, they told me, “who asked you anyway?” Well, it was Larry saying that, just so you know Pete’s off the hook here. It was mocking done in fun at my expense of course. 🤐

HEADS UP YOU MAY WANT TO READ THIS

Heads up guys, you might want to check this out, you rarely read much about what my buddy has to say, today he said a lot about himself and me too. Larry tends to be, let's say, less wordy than me. He'd win every contest on who could reduce written content to the least amount of words possible. His brain can syphon through the extraneous shit way better than me, and get these chapters down to a paragraph or two. I won't make fun of him here on that because it's a great trait to have, maybe just not one to use when writing a story or novel.

Larry was directing his comments to Pete, since he asked, but seemed to be talking to all of us at the moment. “Pete, I don’t remember what or if Marc wrote about how we met in the journal, but he was the only guy in the neighborhood to welcome me, well, us there. I thought what a nice guy and neighbor. I did think his tan meant he was retired or worked outside, but he looked like he was in very good shape for an old man too!” “Hey, I’m not old, you turd!” “Whoops, I meant elderly!” “Fucker!” Our new friends were laughing at us and said, “you guys really talk like you do in the journal!” I laughed and said, “it’s a lot easier to write about us as we are, than have to make up shit about us.” 

Larry told me he wasn’t finished, be quiet! Okay, I’ll zip it! 🤐 Larry told them that he thought maybe I looked familiar in some way. And then, he brought up the times when all four of us would get together, including two previous cruises. Larry looked at me, maybe for validation, and said, “I was sure we were becoming best friends, real Bros, because we were having such great times together. And, most of all, I missed him when he wasn’t around.” He actually told them he’d often daydream about us together, but quickly stifled the thoughts if it got sexually charged. He added that he didn’t want anyone touching him, especially Marc, unless it was a hug which he often initiated himself.

Pete continued to address Larry with his queries, “If you really liked him, why did you continue to abuse the relationship with negative comments that could push him away?” Larry answered with something I didn’t expect at all, “Pete, I love my wife, my kids, and my life the way it was; now my new best friend is on my mind all the time. My heart wanted to spend more and more time with him, but my head said no! So, I made comments I didn’t really believe in, to keep us from starting something between ourselves, that could destroy the life I loved.”

Sometimes this helps

Larry looked at me now, still holding my hand, and told me, “Babe, I wanted to be with you so fucking bad, I’d been dreaming about us acting like we are now but had no idea how to tell you what I wanted.  I was scared about those feelings that were growing stronger in my gut, every time we met. And, when we left each other, I’d chide myself for letting one more chance to slip away. What if we get caught, what if it ends everything I love about my life, what if I lose you too.” We could all see Larry was starting to get emotional.

I am hearing this for the first time too. “Babe, why am I learning about this now? You are talking about stuff that happened years ago.” We could all see that Larry was close to losing it, and I didn’t want him to go down that road. I told him, “It’s okay, you mean the world to me, it not important any longer.” And then told him he could be sure I had very similar feelings myself.

Larry broke the hold he had on my hand and then placed his hand on my forearm, he made sure he was looking right into my eyes, and told me, “Babe, I didn’t know it was possible to love a man as much as I love you, how could I know this was even possible. I was so afraid of losing the friendship we had, if I even tried talking about my growing feelings for you. It was easier to just let you think I didn’t support that kind of behavior.”

Maurice had a question for Larry too; this is starting to sound like a gang up on Larry, but it wasn’t at all. He asked him a serious question directly, “What happened to make you change your mind after several years?”  This time it was evident that Larry wanted more support from me, so he removed his hand from my forearm and wanted once again to entwine his fingers with mine, letting our chained arms dangle between the two chairs. Larry looked away from me, maybe having our hands linked gave him the strength needed, looked at Pete and settled on Maurice to answer the question the best he could. “Maurice, it was easy, I just fucken gave up!” Pete asked what he meant. Larry continued, “Guys, I’ve been living and hiding behind this mask for years; I knew full well I had wanted something more from our relationship but couldn’t figure out how to get there. And then, my Babe here opened the door for me.” (Okay, you know me, how could I pass up not saying something here.) I told them, “He meant my fly, not the door.” (Well, I thought it was funny, I expected a bigger laugh, oh well, back to my Babe.)

Larry substantiated what was written in earlier chapters, about being naked in front of each other for them too.  “Something just snapped in my brain after I saw Marcus expose himself to me. Oh, that didn’t come out the way I meant it, I mean, I wanted to be free like him in that moment myself. When he told me to join him, it open the door for me.” And then he said something important that I never heard before from him. Larry added, “As soon as I walked through that door, it slammed shut and locked behind me, I never wanted to go back though it again.” Larry squeezed my hand as he was saying this, his symbol of telling the truth. 

Since this was the first time, I heard his take on this old story, I had to ask Larry a question too. I noticed how Maurice and Peter caught onto new information coming into play between us. “Larry, at the cabin I planned on taking the first hike naked, even if I got goosebumps along the way. I undressed and noticed you had too, but only after you were naked. I don’t remember asking you to join me, but I was delighted you did. What made you do that?”

Larry answered with, “The biggest reason, was the idea of spending a couple of days alone with you, had me horny for days. However, I also remembered you talking about your ‘Bucket List’ stuff over coffee in the past. I told you the door closed behind me, there was no going back, besides what makes you think you are the only guy that might like to hike in the woods naked?” I said, “You really had this idea too?” “FUCK NO! But I thought, ‘Hey, When in Rome’ and it did seem like it would be fun anyway. Besides, if I stripped naked, you might strip as well! Goes to show you we think alike, huh.”

I think we got to a parting point when Pete told us, “You guys are everything we thought you’d be, what a treat we got to meet you like this. I hope we all can remain friends.” Maurice asked us, “Do you think you’ll write about us in a chapter?” I told them. “Try and stop me from writing about you guys! I’m already missing you both!” Larry echoed my sentiments as well and added how much he like talking to Pete about the Beatles, the band that broke up before they were both born. 

We really needed to get going, so much to do today. I asked them if they were going ashore, no they planned on enjoying a full day in their suite naked, (maybe we gave them some ideas), and then some pampering at the Spa too. We wished them well, and I really meant it about missing them, two of the nicest, sweetest, and kindest men I’m happy to say we had the privilege to meet. This week Larry and I entered a new phase of our relationship, meeting supportive gay men in person without hiding behind our cover. I don’t think we ever felt freer outside of when the two of us get together. I had no idea it would be so easy to talk about stuff we have been hiding for years. I am so happy we didn’t talk our wives out of going on this cruise. Larry and I completely agreed on this too. But to hear Larry talk about how he got to where he is today, was deeply special to me.

BACK TO OUR MINI SUITES TO START THE REST OF THE DAY

After we had our early morning meeting with Maurice and Pete, we headed back to our rooms to see that our wives were up and ready for breakfast at the Garden Buffet and leave the ship for our tour of Victoria and visit to the Butchart Gardens. Fortunately for us, both wives were well on their way to leaving the mini suite staterooms and breakfast with us.

They told us at breakfast that we were taking a bus tour of Victoria, the Butchart Gardens, and tour back to the ship. Not a full day, thank goodness, Larry and I had planned an afternoon just doing guy shit, do you know what I mean? Whatever floats our boats at the time, mostly hang out with each other. The catalyst that will make this happen; the girls requested the afternoon together as well. Don’t forget, our wives are very best friends too. Larry and I support this for a very good reason; I hope you can figure this out for yourselves. If not, email me. 😃

Butchart Gardens in Victoria, BC, Canada a must visit garden

Just a few words about British Columbia’s beautiful city of Victoria. Go there, go for a visit, you won’t be disappointed. What a gorgeous place, really nice people, well, I can’t speak for all the tourists though. I found the citizens of all the areas we visited a delight, again I can’t always say the same for the travelers. I’ll post a few pictures of Victoria, but as I promised, these stories were not going to be travel journals, especially if nothing happen between the two of us, or four of us. Personally, I think the four of us let no one think of us as ‘Ugly American Tourists.’ 

Video pic shot in Victoria, BC

Video pic shot from our tour bus window

Our wives went out of their way to give us a great vacation, with enough time together and apart. If you’ve been following Larry and me for a while, you have to notice our wives are expecting us to want to spend some guy time together. And we’ve noticed they are doing the same with themselves. I see nothing noteworthy about this yet though, we’ve been tight friends and neighbors for eight years. The four of us have now been on three cruises, and many other trips together, including a drive to San Diego from Sacramento to spend a week at an Indian Casino in Escondido, where Ellen’s nephew was the Hospitality Manager at the time. 

As I’ve said, the four of us are tight, solid friends. Sometimes we wonder if they suspect that Larry and I have more than a ‘Best Bros Relationship’ going on. Sometimes I wonder if they have a special ‘Best Sis Relationship’ going on too! We have eight years now under our belt together, and this Summer all four of us found it quite comfortable being naked in my pool. That only took eight years to reach, kind of a sad track record for us, I'd say. Hey, we're there now!

I’d like to make up a story right now for our last night onboard ship, that featured the girls sharing one stateroom and the guys the other, trust me on this, I brought this thought with me on the cruise. And by accident, (drunken wives one evening), it actually happened that week. There’s nothing better than a surprise like this, had we planned it all along, a ton of problems probably would have squashed it! 

Meeting some of our journal blog followers, was a probable situation since I blabbed where and when we were going together on the cruise in a couple of prior chapters. Given there was a chance that out of over 4,000 passengers, perhaps one or two of our followers might have noticed there was a meeting possibility. Meeting two fan followers who have been with us since our first postings, had to be fate. That those two awesome men, would knock themselves out trying to help us find a safe place to spend a few hours alone together out of the goodness of their hearts, what can I say. Well, for once I don’t have the words, (whoops, I remember, that happened before), for twice I don’t have the words. There’s no way in hell that we came on this cruise thinking we’d meet gay men, come out to these men, and two of their friends. And then, visit their huge suite and spend three hours there later on our own. Oh yeah, and get to fuck in their large shower and fuck again on their King-Size Bed. 

All of that was spectacular, but the very best thing that happened, was getting the surprise alone time with my best friend in the world. And something else was great, even if it was only for a limited time. We got to be free of our cover for once. How fucking comfortable a fit that was for me, I think maybe for Larry too. And to hear for the first time, that the door Larry passed through with me months ago, closed and locked behind him forever. Please understand, my biggest fear with him was that he’d revert back to where we were for years. And everything we’ve become would be a lie. It might be a stupid fear, but it’s one I had been carrying with me for a long time.

Because there’s one thing never discussed with the wives, us, we really have no right to question what they may have going on themselves. I can see this becoming an issue one day, but for now it’s not. What I can say, Larry and his wife spent the last night together, and yours truly and his wife did the same. Larry said it clearly early this morning, he loved his wife, children, and life as it was. I have to say, ditto. We all lead pretty comfortable lives; we are all happy in many ways. I don’t see this changing any time soon. Oh, I pine for the day, I can wake up and see my naked Larry on the other side of the bed every morning. But to make this happen there has to be change, change that will cause hurt and pain, and maybe not liking our lives anymore. I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot more dialog one day with some of our new gay friends for moving forward.

This is a great spot to close the cruise stories. This cruise was nothing like we expected it to be, we are certainly thankful for that bit of good luck! Maybe we got a rise out of you once in a while; we sure as fuck did! 😜

There are so many YouTube videos that cover everywhere we visited on this cruise, and many about the newly refurbished NCL Joy Cruise Ship. It’s an okay ship, but don’t tell them, I’ve found Carnival and Princess to be more fun, and have nicer mini suites too. (I’ve mentioned often we were in mini suites over balcony staterooms, the cost increase is minimal and the interior space so much better. There is a living room with couch added to give you more space.) But the price was right, the wives paid for the vacation. That’s the first time in both of our marriages too. Probably was done to guarantee no fishing trips for them!

Just a few more words please; I have been blessed writing this journal blog about two guys, struggling to make fucking sense of their changing lives together. I've been fortunate to meet through messages and emails, some of you wonderful, caring men, willing to help us understand what's happening to us. Without you, I'd still be the original Marcus from March, writing for the first time as a super-greenhorn about men finding themselves in a strange new world. Thanks to you guys over the past few months, you have made the meeting and coming out to Maurice and Peter possible for us. I'm speaking for Larry here, and he'll let me know if I'm just blowing smoke up your asses, I am humbled to have met a caliber of men I'm proud to call my friends, and I wish the fuck I'd had met and known you earlier in my life!

Oh by the way, sorry there wasn't any hot sex in this chapter for you, there wasn't any for us too! 😜

Marcus

Our POST CRUISE BOMBSHELL journal continues in Chapter 52:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/10/ch-52-post-cruise-bombshell-hits.html

(If you are still interested in seeing this journal continue, please let us know.)