CH 95: You Never Know Who You'll Meet in Puerto Vallarta
Hi guys, I wasn’t expecting to write another chapter just yet, but here I am once more.
We have found one vacation spot to beat all, we both love Puerto Vallarta, Mexico and for more reasons than one. A lot of English is spoken here, a lot of American men and bears of all types are here, and ex-pats galore. You can find a Walmart, a Sam’s Club, and a Costco here too, and during the cold months at home, the weather is perfect here. Did you see how I snuck in the men in there too? We can’t always be shopping, right? Okay, I can see myself getting silly talking about this place so I will try to behave myself.
When we were back home and discussing our most recent visit to PV, Larry suggested that I write something about our stay there so he could take some time to think about what he wants to write about it himself. I have taken a break from writing material for an online course I’m developing, so why not.
YOU NEVER KNOW WHO YOU WILL MEET IN PV UNTIL YOU DO
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| Dining at La Capella Ristorante in PV |
We were dining at La Capella Ristorante a fresh air venue where we had planned on an Italian cuisine for a change. A very elegant place to dine alfresco with outstanding views of PV. There were a few tables occupied closer to the views below, but we wanted a little more privacy for ourselves that afternoon. Well, that was not going to be the case, but as you’ll soon see, it turned out pretty nice.
On this visit they seated us at a table setup for four, leaving two seats empty. Reservations are generally needed for dining and I might add, not that easy to get as well. However, it was in the middle of the week, and for elegant dining, a bit too early for most, which might have accounted for a few of the empty tables around us. That said, great, now we should be able to carry on our conversation out of earshot of other diners.
When our beverages arrived, we began toasting each other with my glass of white wine and his glass of club soda with a lime wheel. It wasn’t long that I became aware of a distinguished couple of men at a table closer to the outside area, but in a direct line of sight to our table. Whenever I happened to glance out to the open area, I noticed one of the men always looking at our table, as if he was studying us for some reason. Could it be just a coincidence of timing? Not really, my thoughts changed when we raised our drinks for a toast once more, and the man at that table raised his glass in sync with ours. No question in my mind now, his move was most certainly directed to our table. Okay, strange I thought, so being the ever so polite guy that I am, ha, I raised my glass back to him as well and then returned my attention to our conversation in progress. I didn’t want to give it any more importance than a diner wishing us well and then letting it go. However, I did get that weird feeling that we were not through dealing with that table just yet.
The man who had toasted us also waved at me, I was pretty sure it was me. I had the feeling the wave had a more significant meaning though, and I was right. The wave gesture turned into; may I approach your table gesture. Again, I don’t know exactly why I gave him the go ahead to come to our table, but I did. I also got a look from Larry as, what’s going on here? I shrugged my shoulders to say, I haven’t a clue, but dinner hasn’t even been ordered yet, so why not? Larry just shook his head a bit and settled back into his chair to see what this was all about.
In a brief moment, our friendly toasting stranger was standing at our table. He was holding onto the back of an empty chair, apparently to give him the strength to follow through with his reason for the impromptu table visit. I was leaning forward from the back of my chair to show I was interested in what he might want from us, but once he spoke my body went solid against the back of my chair. The man asked a question that was more of a statement, which caught the both of us by surprise. I’m sure this is what I heard, “You are Marcus, right?” And then he said with hardly a second breath, “And you must be Larry.” Without waiting for us to respond at all, he added, “Wow, it’s so cool that you guys look just like I thought you would, except for you Larry, I pictured you with lots of curly blond hair.” Now he has both of us by the balls, and we need to decide what to say back ourselves.
When he took a needed breath, I answered him with, “What makes you think that we might be these people?" He almost collapsed at my response; his knuckles were beginning to turn white as his grip on the chair back tightened. Obviously, that was not the words he wanted to hear from me. He tried to respond to my question but began to stutter a bit, and his face was turning a lovely shade of pinkish red. Larry being the kind soul of our table at the moment, suggested that he sit down for bit, which I agreed and added, “Please, do sit down.” The last thing we needed was to have him faint from embarrassment, or something much worse. I told him to take a deep breath because he looked like he was holding his breath and had better start breathing again before he turns blue. He followed my suggestion and then with a new composure that came from somewhere deep inside him, he tried to tell us why he came to our table. That would be nice because he had our most rapt attention now.
He almost begged us for a positive response by adding, “Are you both who I really hope you are? Right?” I looked at Larry for his go ahead; with just a look I got a non-verbal, ‘Ya, tell him.’ Which I did. I told him he was correct, yes, that we were indeed them. Again, from someplace in his gut, he responded back with something very straightforward and unexpected, “So, should I refer to you as Al or Marcus?” I told him that ‘Marcus’ was alive and functioning very well here in PV. He looked directly at Larry and told him, “I know that you prefer Larry, so I will not call you Mark.” And without missing a beat or breath, added, “You both look like you just stepped out of your blog, just about like I pictured you’d be.” I don’t know who this guy is yet, but I’m starting to love him big time!
Okay, no question, he certainly is someone who is more than just a little familiar with our BGR blog. And then for some reason, in his next comment he referred to me as ‘Sir,’ which is something you reserve for our Pops when addressing him, so I stopped that with, “I really do prefer to be called Marcus, which is my middle name anyway.” He said, “Oh, I am well aware of that, I just wanted to be sure not to offend you.” I can only imagine what is going through my husband’s mind now, because he is taking all of this very calmly, mine is in a searching mode as to what’s coming next. No question, we need to hear him out.
I asked him only because it seemed right at the time, “You know our names, so my friend, what shall we call you?” He gave us his name, I guess the real one; however, I will create a pseudonym for his privacy. At this point, in our brief encounter with him, his speech began to double, he kept repeating things, as if he were in some unbelievable dream from which he could not get a hold of. Now seated with us, we could see that his body was trembling, could be embarrassment from the unplanned encounter with us, or why he even tried the distant toasting with us in the first place.
The first thing I do remember him saying after telling us what his name was, “I can’t believe this, I can’t believe it, it can’t be real.” Larry was quick to offer, “Hey, relax friend, we are just a couple of regular guys, just like you. There’s nothing that special about us.” His response was the opposite of that, “Oh no, oh no no, you are, you are incredibly special. You both are so special to me, you are both really, incredibly special.” I’m not going to try to write everything he often repeated at the beginning of our conversation. For one thing, I can only approximate what he was trying to get across to us; I didn’t record anything, not even a quick note on my iPhone’s Notes app. However, the encounter left an indelible stain on my brain to never forget, and at the time, I am fairly sure for Larry as well. The old blogger in me figured there may be a story for BGR here one day.
I’m going to give him this name; to protect his privacy, he will be known as Michael. He just reminded me of that name, so I’m using it for him. It was approaching the length of time that Michael’s abandoned table mate might consider the dinner date was not going so well. My thought now was either return to your table or invite your friend to join us. Larry took care of that and suggested that his friend come to meet us as well. I agreed. From the position of my chair, the view of their table was directly in my gaze, it was easy to just use a wave hand-gesture to have his friend come join us. Michael did wave to his friend to join us but quickly decided to get up and escort him over to our table for a proper introduction.
When they both returned to our table, we told them to take the empty seats and sit down, Michael introduced his friend as something much more than that, he was his new husband, they were just married and on a short honeymoon in PV. However, he never told us his name in the introduction. Unfortunately, they were going to fly back to their home in Texas tomorrow. Too bad, I was looking forward to learning much more about them in the days to come.
SOMETIMES YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT
The new husband and table guest did arrive without a name; I had to fix that now. I noticed that they both had the look of proper businessmen on a dinner meeting of some sort, middle-aged like the both of us and in decent shape as well. I figured Larry would zone in on that himself. However, he arrived with a certain look on this face that suggested that they both were certainly intruding and should politely decline our invitation. As I just stated, he looked like that, but I was very wrong.
I introduced ourselves to our new table guest and was about to ask him what his name was, but Michael caught that and attempted to introduce his new husband to us which made his face grow redder when, try as he may, he couldn’t get his name out, only some additional stuttering. To save Michael even more embarrassment, his husband told us in the most apologetic voice imaginable, “My name is David, it’s certainly nice to meet you both.” Upon which I suggested that they give up their table and join us for dinner that night, which surprisingly they both accepted easily.
David followed up the introduction with an apology for their intrusion, and with an explanation that Michael was so sure that he knew who we were and couldn’t let it go. Larry and I agreed that there was no reason to feel bad, we are most happy to get to know you both and would love to spend some time together.” As they both settled into their chairs and become a bit more relaxed, I noticed David reach out to take Michael’s trembling hand in his, which did seem to make the nervous double-speak fade away nicely.
Our awesome waiter was told of the new table arrangement and was delighted with that and asked them for a drink order. He did offer the chef’s personal special for the night but did give us more time to look through the menu for our choices. We did put our menu choices on the ‘back-burner’ and began more toasting of each other, especially to the newlyweds. They toasted us on our marriage as well, even though that happened some time ago now. We told them that any time we are in PV, it always becomes our honeymoon again. It’s true!
It didn’t take long after the toasting that our BGR blog became the subject for them to discuss with us. That was not the first time we became aware of how our stories affected some of our readers. Once Michael’s two cocktails kicked in, it helped him to compose himself and open the floodgates of his emotions. He told us that we helped him make so many life-changing decisions. The biggest one was sitting right next to him holding his hand. I couldn’t wait to hear that story myself.
Michael told us that he has read all our blog stories, sometimes more than once. He admitted that he did not know of our blog until someone told him about it. That once he read the first chapter, he kept reading until he got to the last posting. He told us that he found strength in our words that he could use for himself. Most importantly, he eventually made his true feelings for David known but had to prove that he was ready for a serious life change. David only nodded his approval of Michael’s comments, at least he was listening.
Michael directed his comments next to Larry and gushed out how proud he was of him to face his acceptance of his body dysmorphia with Joe the pool man. Larry faced me with a look that meant you better believe that we are going to talk about what that means later. But at least he gave Michael a nice smile.
It became pretty evident that Michael cherry-picked stories including many with Joe, to read to David. Because David wanted to know if Joe and the two of us were now a throuple; well, this time Larry knew what that word means, and he said, “Fuck no! We are not into that kind of stuff with Joe; he’s my good buddy now.” David backed off and said, “Hey, no disrespect intended, I remember some of the stuff Michael read to me about Joe and you guys, and it was so fucking hot. I know that I’m going to read about it myself when we get back home.” At this point it was only a conversation between Larry and David until Michael still holding his new husband’s hand, started to squeeze it hard, that got David to look at him and mumbled something like, “What!” Then there was the look that made David say, “Sorry, I guess I got carried away.” Larry told him that maybe he overreacted a bit himself, he was sorry too. Well, Joe was no longer brought up for discussion that day, too bad, Joe can be quite a turn-on for us. I don’t think I’ve ever admitted that before.
Briefly, if you are new to our blog, it has been written often about Larry’s fear of rejection because he is a ‘bear’ in the most beautiful way possible! OMG, during Bear Week in PV this year I could have lost him to the muscle-bear crowd. I can confidently state, furry Larry is home-free here and loving every minute of it too!
LEARNING A LITTLE MORE ABOUT OUR DINNER COMPANIONS
Throughout the relaxed and delightful meal that we were sharing with our new friends, both Michael and David revealed some of their personal information with us and we did so ourselves.
Michael told us that he was born in 1960, which makes him two years older than me. I suspected that David was around the same age, it wasn’t brought up that I can remember.
Michael told us that he spent his entire life living in fear of his sexuality. Early on as a teenager, he knew that he was equally attracted to both girls and guys but was afraid to think aloud about that. Although he pegged himself as a bisexual guy, he only owned up to liking women keeping himself as straight acting as possible. He told us that there were dates with girls and then as an adult, women that never went beyond a single date.
Michael said that David and he have known each other since high school, although we kept our sexuality private until we graduated and then enrolled into different universities in Texas. That’s when David came out to me as gay. I wondered at times if he was ‘different,’ you know ‘gay’ since I never saw him come to school dances or hang with any girls, although we spent time together some of the time in high school.
David took over the conversation at this point and told us that he never questioned Michael’s sexuality since he always had some girl with him, lots of girls too. He told us, “We were friends as kids in high school, but in college I made a commitment to myself, to be who I was inside, no longer hiding from the real me. Michael told me about himself that day, said he was sure he was a bisexual which caught me by surprise, you know all the girls in high school. I completely understood why we both were hiding but him coming out as bisexual was not what I wanted to deal with. I didn’t want a boyfriend that could switch back and forth with women, nope, I was going to find myself a boyfriend and be proud of myself for once in my life.”
David told us that he decided to enroll in Texas A & M University in College Station, Texas, to get his degree in business, and where he thought he could live his life as openly gay. Michael said he wanted a degree in Education so he could become a teacher, so he chose the University of Texas at Austin, and he didn’t have a sexual agenda in mind for himself.
We were told that they stayed in touch with each other during trips back home, especially during the holidays. However, the relationship was purely as old high school friends, no hookups, which was driven home to us by them together. I would have gone with the idea they would have since there wasn’t any coverups about their sexuality after coming out after high school.
Larry asked them both if they came out to their parents and if so, how did it work out. Michael answered first that, no he did not, that his father was not a part of his life, and his mother was so proud of me as a teacher until she passed away a long time ago and before their new relationship. David said that, yes, his mother was proud of him and loved him without regard to his sexuality. And he added that his father was also not an issue, he doesn’t remember much about him since his mom was a single mother until her passing. David also added that they both had no siblings, and little if any extended family to deal with.
Michael knows quite a bit about us from what we wrote in our blog, and he mentioned something about how Larry’s young life turned out because David told him how sorry he was to know about that. Larry told them that his memory is mostly not there due to certain lifestyle choices he made, so he’s okay. Thankfully, that seemed to close off any further inquiries into that part of his past, but there will be one more chance coming up.
David was incredibly open about his hooking up while away from home, he told us that his body count would be embarrassing to talk about now. Michael’s head dropped down a bit upon hearing him bring that up to us. All I heard was, “What?! They know I’m gay, not dead. Woah, I didn’t mean that the way I just heard it myself, sorry Michael.” Michael didn’t respond back to him, just us with, “He knows I was serious about my studies, and I wasn’t a party boy like him. I had dates sometimes.” I told them that we all have our own stories to tell, and each can be vastly different.
David did bring up that it wasn’t always a quick hookup, there a few relationships that lasted during his time at the university, and one that lasted over ten years long after graduation. Michael broke in and said that he didn’t need to talk about that if it would bring back too many sad memories right now. “No, I should tell them how that changed our lives together.” He told us that his long-time partner passed away from the complications of having skin cancer, not that long ago, and that Michael was there for me through all the months of treatment and caring for him. Michael and my mate got to know and respect each other, he knew that Michael moved in to help me care for him. As his cancer got worse, he was trying to hook the two of us up together because he didn’t want me to live my life alone. Michael told us he was there to help him, not to sleep with him, that he had his own bedroom which he used. David slept with his partner. (Please forgive me for not giving his partner a name, we were told what it was, I just can’t find it in my heart to use it here.)
THERE WAS A CERTAIN RECKONING IN THE WORKS NOW
That turned out to be a long day and so much getting to know you took place. I’ll try not to draft a novel about it, and you can thank me later. Michael wanted to have us understand what our blog did for him, but in reality, it was many, many years later when that took place.
So, moving years forward to when our BGR blog became important to Michael, it seems he had a reckoning to deal with, maybe that bisexual thing was not a thing any longer. His attraction to men was still a thing to deal with, and one day after David’s partner had passed, Michael let David know how he has always felt about him and they discussed the possibility of becoming housemates to keep each other company.
Michael told us that it wasn’t too long after David’s partner passed away that he brought up our blog and how it was affecting him. He asked David if he would like me to read a couple of chapters that I found helpful and a little erotic as well. David said that he zoned in on the erotic part and gave him permission to do so. He told us that the first couple of chapters that Michael read to him were really ball grabbers, got my attention quickly. But I did question how two guys who didn’t identify as gay, could act so gay. I still don’t really get it yet, but seeing you here, I can buy it now.
DAVID GETS INTO IT WITH LARRY AND OUR SEXUALITIES
David must have had one burning desire to know something more about our sexuality, because he just bluntly asked Larry first and then me with, “Larry, how could you be married to a woman for your whole life, have kids and then turn gay for Marcus; I don’t get it. And you too Marcus, Michael said you have been playing a straight married guy; how’d you pull that off with your wife?” I really expected my husband to let him have it and end the blossoming friendship right now. But my babe just looked at him and then looked at me, and said, “How could I not fall in love with this handsome hunk of a man?” I figured that I better let David know that we pretty well covered all of that in the blog, and that it was a lot more complicated than me just playing straight all the time, and added, “Perhaps Michael could fill you in on some of that for us, otherwise we could be here all night.” I tried to finish that up with a little chuckle, just a little one.
I could tell that those answers weren’t exactly what he would like to hear from us, but it would have only opened up a ton of more questions. Thankfully, Michael told him that he could answer those questions later in their hotel. However, he did add a quick note to David with, “Their wives were closet lesbians, that ought to hold your interest for a while.” Another great astonishing look from David to remember.
I rather liked David’s don’t give up the spirit though, especially when he responded to his husband with, “Too bad, because the real guys are right here right now, and they could help me understand better, you know from the ‘horse’s mouth’ so to speak.” I don’t think it was said exactly like that, but I can only remember so much.
However, Larry wasn’t quite done with it as I was and with great restraint, told David that he didn’t just ‘turn fucking gay’ for me, if that happened at all, it was from over the many years of us being best friends ever. He also told David that when he first met me, there was an attraction that he didn’t understand at all. I also told him that it happened to me as well, but we kept it to ourselves. Larry told him that in the blog we both talk about how we dealt with the sexual attraction and said that his jacking off fantasies had a new face and then laughed it off. Not to be underplayed, I told him it was the same for me every morning. That’s when we all laughed the knowing guy laugh, we’ve all been there one way or the other. David just shook his head a little and said that always knowing he was gay, was a lot simpler. I think I must agree with him.
Larry, still ever the calm and collected man he generally is not, told David that during his whole life, he never gave a second thought to his sexuality. Adding, “I liked women, especially any woman who would have sex with me, including my only girlfriend who became my wife; fuck, I liked sex even if it was only with myself.” That got a chuckle from us of course, and he told both of them about this super-magnetic connection we developed together, something he never had with anyone, and that included his ex-wife as well. Larry not happy enough to leave it alone just yet, added, “And I love dick best of all now!” That comment resulted in not a chuckle or giggle, but a “Right on brother!” Okay so we all know where we stand with dicks now.
David finally caught how his bold questions were interrupting what was to be a pleasant meeting of new friends, he attempted to soften what was said with, “I have never met any couple with a story like yours yet, I guess I just did. I’m sorry if I offended you both at all, it’s just… oh, well, never mind.” Larry told him that it was okay, that he understood what he was trying to say; there was a time when he had similar thoughts himself.
Michael attempted to redirect the conversation with how Larry’s personal struggles always brought him to tears, upon which Larry apologized. Considering the attempt to soften David’s comments, he said, “Oh no Larry, it’s not the sad parts at all, it’s the happy parts that made us tear up. I know you both waited so long to find what you needed.” It was in the way Michael said that to Larry, that it got me a little choked up myself, but when that happens to my husband, he can’t get the words out and stay unemotional, he’s a big blue-eyed fuzzy teddy bear when it comes to these times. So, I grabbed his hand and leaned over to give him a kiss which was to be on his cheek, but Larry turned quickly and it was a full-on lip kiss for us, and I didn’t give a fuck who might have seen that or how long it lasted, too. I insisted that the dinner was on us; to keep their wallets in their pockets, it was our wedding gift for them, and it was our pleasure to meet and give them thanks for being a part of our lives through our blog.
We spent a delightfully long afternoon at La Capella Ristorante, got to know so much about them before the dinner was over. I know that both Larry and I would like to remain friends with them beyond their short stay in PV. After our extended dinner together, we invited them up to the home that we were renting at the time. I haven’t written about that place yet, not sure if I will ever, I hate to find that the house was rented out to someone else the next time we head to PV. I know that I must sound like a spoiled rotten to the core guy saying that. However, we do have one thing working for us, the home belongs to one of Pops long-time associates and good friend, which also should tell you it’s a fabulous place, with an outstanding view of the sea and hillside homes below and on down to the Puerto Vallarta beachfront. You can check out the home owner's actual photos that I have posted here in the chapter.
THE CONVERSATION CONTINUES AT OUR PLACE AT THE TOP OF THE HILL
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| View from the infinite pool area |
Michael and David followed us up to the house and it was bit of a drive up the hill too, perhaps a tad more difficult than they expected, but once out of their car, their praises were non-stop. We were not much better once we set our eyes on the home and viewed it the first time ourselves. I was thinking while writing this part of the chapter how easily we got used to the outstanding views, the sunsets while in the infinity pool or just lounging by the pool, even from our bedroom balcony, it was fabulous! It was hearing Michael and David’s enthusiasm over the views that I reconnected with our first days there. Our home in Granite Bay is outstanding and just as private, but we don’t have the sunsets over the sea, or the view of anything but our landscaping which gives us our privacy. No question, Pops has spoiled us rotten to the core! Bad Pops! Nope, thank you Pops and your very generous good friend. We invited them to join us on the patio with the wine and some cheese and crackers we had in the kitchen. We certainly did not expect to be having guests, otherwise we would have had something a little better to serve. I gave up a sad excuse for the snacks, saying that we hadn’t shopped for a while or expected any guests as well. The guys enjoyed what we brought outside for them; besides, we just had a wonderful dinner, dessert, and drinks with their good company.
Please note. There’s a little more to uncover at this point in the story. During our rather extended stay at the restaurant, many libations flowed, some were wine, some were cocktails, and lots of club soda for Larry, one of us needed to be the designated driver, right? Haha. Nothing to worry about our new friends driving, Michael was handling what he was drinking very well. However, David on the other hand was having a grand old time for himself. I’m bringing it up here because once we got to our place and settled into some lounge chairs, our conversation got, let’s say, looser. Pray tell, how so? Well, David reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small, tightly closed box, when it was finally opened it displayed a few fat joints perfectly rolled up in a neat row. Can I say I was surprised, no, not really.
David asked us politely if we would like to join them in a puff or two, of course I would and you must know that Larry would not. After David lit the first joint and took a couple of hits, he tried passing it to Larry who was the closest to him at the time. Larry refused saying that he has been clean and sober for more years than he can remember, and no thanks. I expected a little feedback from David, but he just passed it over to me. My husband knows that I will take an occasional hit or two if it’s offered, he gave me permission years ago to not feel guilty for doing so in front of him. I passed it over to Michael and watched him take one hit and pass it back to David, who I might add was bogarting the rest of the joint. That’s okay, there will be more passed around soon enough. You might notice how loose and let’s say casual the conversation between us got after the booze and extremely righteous weed took hold.
I mentioned the fact that we still didn’t know very much about them other than Michael was a super fan of our blog, David was new to it and had a lot of chapters to read yet. So, I asked them to let us know more about themselves, what took up most of their time, whether or not they were retired or still working.
David told us that he always wanted to own his own business, work only for himself and that he had this thing about wanting to learn how to make bread. So, after getting his college business degree he considered getting into the bakery business, specifically bread products. He found a position as a baker’s assistant until he became good enough to become a master bread baker himself. He said he was saving as much money as possible, so he could purchase a new franchise bakery of his own. He flashed a few years forward and told us that he now owns seven bakeshops and is planning along with Michael, to create a few franchising opportunities to expand their bread business.
I wasn’t sure how Michael got involved in the bakery business yet, but a very talkative David started to provide more information so we could piece the puzzle together. He told us that when his dear mother had passed away, I immediately offered our condolences to him for us, which he thanked me for but added that was over ten years ago. Michael said he knew that David’s mother had passed and reached out to him by phone to suggest that he should stay with him so they could both help with the funeral arrangements, but more importantly, be there together for this sad time. Michael added, “Just so you know, David’s mother passed away in the year of my retirement from teaching, I was now free from work and able to help him.
Usually, I can follow the line of thought with some stories, but this story made us listen and try to stay up with it. They both tried to explain their long distant friendship, not a relationship during the many years that they lived so many miles apart. Together, they agreed that their high school friendship was not forgotten, but it never blossomed as well. Moreover, they both accepted each other’s lifestyle without question. David told us how proud he was of Michael’s choice to become a teacher, even if it meant he was to live a quiet life alone in a small town with his potted plants and kitties. Not to be outdone, Michael marveled at how David thrived in the big city and became a successful entrepreneur himself.
From what I was gathering from this, time had taken its toll on both of them. David was needing more than he was getting running several stores, and Michael was needing something more after retirement was getting a little old. I know the feeling myself. Apparently, it was during the time of the funeral, David found himself relying on Michael to fill the emptiness in his life at the time and to provide a little relief from his years of hard, tiring work. That’s when he had the idea of asking Michael to come join him in his growing business as a partner. Nothing was said about whether money was exchanged though.
Apparently, Michael did become a partner with David a few years ago, and their business partnership developed into a personal relationship we see in front of us now. Actually, I think we both understand more on how these two different men could find love, they had a lifetime of caring friendship, just nothing physical, yet. Michael closed the dialogue with, “Giving up my claim of being bisexual when in fact I was more likely asexual, certainly opened avenues for us to explore together.” Michael looking directly into David’s eyes said, “Now I just claim to be a horny guy, and like Larry said today, that likes dick too!?
THE CONVERSATION WAS CARRYING ON WELL INTO THE NIGHT NOW
Michael was next to tell his side of the story, he did enroll in the University of Texas at Austin, he planned to become a history teacher but found a position at an elementary school teaching the fourth grade and held it for 30 years before retiring. He said that he was the happiest in the classroom, a devoted bachelor that freely gave all of his attention to the children over the years. He said that quite a few of the children now grown up with children of their own were showing up in his classroom. The school gave him a beautiful send-off to retirement to do what he would love to do.
I asked him what took up his free time when he retired from teaching, he said that his two cats, and garden took up more than enough of his time, and that he always liked to dabble in drawing and painting with watercolors. He added that he loves to go on hikes and draw some of the plants he finds and then paint them at home. He told me that he read that I like to paint myself and wondered if I was still interested in painting. I told him that occasionally I have spent a little time painting, but that I was developing online university business courses in project management. I also told him that I might take the next semester off though. He asked why, and Larry said to him, “To spend way more time with me instead of working so many fucking long hours in our office!” Then Larry gave me that Cheshire cat smile he’s known for doing; this time it meant don’t you dare hit me!
David asked Larry to tell them what takes up his time when back at home. At least the question didn’t seem as confronting as the last questions were. Larry’s response was factual, he told them that he was doing whatever he wanted to do, sometimes it was in his woodworking shop, sometimes he’d work out in our exercise room, also known as bedroom, wink, wink! But what he really liked doing best of all was taking care of me by being a supportive husband. Lastly, Larry added that he was trying to learn how to be a good cook just like my husband is.
NO ONE WAS LEAVING UNTIL THE SUN WAS ABOUT TO SET
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| Sunset from the infinite pool |
Of course, the conversation bounced between the awesome views and our new friendship. There was a brief mention of what it must have cost to rent this place and that it might be out of range for them. I squashed that topic of conversation since we might have been given a ‘deal’ since the owner and Pops are tight friends. Pops is the gift that keeps giving, I don’t know how either of us will handle the loss of him one day, he will be 86 years old before this chapter get posted I bet, but he’s in particularly good health!
There was no question in my mind that I’d love to see them again. Larry confirmed that for himself as they were leaving for home. The evening of conversation and discovery had to end finally; they had a flight to catch the next morning to their Texas home and business.
It was easy to offer up some worthy hugs as they readied themselves to leave us. We had met a couple of men on a cruise that became so important to us at the time, but over time we seemed to have lost contact with them. However, these men really connected with us over our stories and were able to relate back to us how it affected them positively. Larry was very emotional when Michael related how what he wrote changed his life, David agreed and said that he too has begun to read our chapters on his own, and how they discuss certain passages that relate closely to themselves. I witnessed the hug that Larry gave each of them, it was meaningful. If you’ve read enough older chapters of our blog, you know that Larry is the master of hugging; you will know you’ve been hugged by the best hugger in the world afterwards. I’m just giving him credit again for teaching me how to hug, something I never did before meeting him.
I looked at Larry to see if he was thinking like me, we are getting incredibly good at that now. He was of course, and he proved it by asking the two of them to come join us here at this house next year to celebrate our anniversaries together. Okay, I might have wanted to discuss the staying here together part, but if that’s what he wants, I’m okay with that, besides, we will be here for an extended stay, and they might have only a week or two vacation time available away from their businesses.
Michael was quick to respond to our invitation as a genuine offer and responded positively with, “Oh, we would love to do that.” And then decided to check in with David for his approval. He had nothing to worry about; David was all about staying here with us. Well, I’d say that we have plans set for a year from now in PV, sounds good to me.
Michael’s next comment immediately caught David’s attention, “So that means we all get to be skinny-dipping in this awesome pool together, right?” One look at David’s face was priceless, apparently, he hasn’t been introduced to our ‘naked only’ rule about swimming in our pool yet. Three of us laughed, David was not one of them. But he did give his new husband the old ‘WTF’ look and hoped a reason for the bizarre comment was coming as well. Michael offered an, “I’ll tell you all about it later” excuse but you could see from David’s face that he might not be big into this ‘naked thing.’ Larry jumped in with a simple, “Our pool area at home is super private just like this one, and we just don’t bother with swimsuits. Besides, swimming naked is fucking awesome if you haven’t tried it yet.” I was thinking that David might be a little prudish about being seen naked, he proved us wrong, and said, “Hey, I have no problem with swimming naked in pools, I’ve even got Michael to do it too, and Larry is right, it is fucking awesome.” He offered that he thought Michael was being a little ‘off the wall crazy’ by saying what he did about the skinny dipping with you guys, that’s all. And followed up with, “Like, I didn’t even know if you guys are into that kind of stuff, until Larry explained what Michael meant.”
One of the best things that happened to Mark when he became Larry years ago, you never know what’s coming at you most of the time, trust me it’s usually a hoot! With great timing Larry blurted out, “Fuck man, it so nice out that I’m so ready to strip and jump in the fucking pool right now! Wanna join me, us?” I caught the quick correction to ‘us’ without asking me first. One look at Michael and I thought he’d forget about leaving us for sure, but David true to their task of packing and getting some rest said that he’d have Michael tell him about some of the stuff we wrote about ‘skinny-dipping’ when in bed tonight. But he did say it was such a tempting offer, too bad we didn’t think about that earlier, right now we are hurting for time. However, he added for sure next year though. I looked at Larry and he gave me that Cheshire cat smile once again that he’s so good at to cover any hairy-assed problem he might have created for us.
Just before they were ready to head for their car, David reached into his jacket once more and took out the little box with a few rolled joints, and handed it to me, saying, “Please, take these from me, I’m not going to try to get onboard the plane carrying these, I might be a little fucked up right now, but I ain’t fucking stupid! And don’t you guys try that too, fire them up here before you go home.”
Of course I took the little box, I couldn’t let him carry it onboard the plane, right, haha. Well, I knew that this chance meeting had to be written about, as long as it reflects the genuine love and affection that was so evident between all of us. It really was a chance meeting, some might call it fate, I don’t know. You have to give Michael credit for taking the chance to come to our table and meet what he felt were his blogging heroes. I don’t want them to think we are taking any of this lightly. It was genuine on both sides.
Larry and I stood at the end of the driveway heading downhill watching their car get lost in the darkness of the night. Still standing at the top of the driveway and Michael and David’s car no longer in sight, my husband pulled me close to his side tightening his arm around my waist, and asked, “Did those guys kiss you before leaving? I mean, really kiss you; honest answer please.” I told him that yes they did, but that answer wasn’t exactly right yet. Then Larry wanted to know if it was more than I expected from them. Again, I told him that it was mostly unexpected. But the needed response was still out there for him. “Okay, did you kiss them back?” Before I answered, I responded with, “Is that important to know? Do you really want my honest answer?” Without missing a beat, his answers back to me were, “Very, and yes.” But the real reason for the question to me was, “Good, because I kissed them back too! And I really didn’t want those kisses hanging over me at all!”
I asked him if he wants to talk about it some more and I got his famous shoulder shrug that can be interpreted however I want. I figured, yes he did. Before he could ask me why I did it myself, and don’t worry, he did, I asked him how he felt about it. Personally, he was thinking about a different angle for my question. Larry said that he did not expect anything but a cheek kiss that he was willing to give back, but they both went for a regular kiss, and it caught him off guard. But he was sure that he did kiss them back without thinking about it much and that was bothering him at the moment. I told him that I was looking into Michael’s eyes at the time, and I knew there was going to be something more coming my way. I also knew that I was going to kiss him back even before it happened.
Larry wanted more now from me; how did I know what was going to happen and why didn’t he know himself? So, he said, “I don’t fucking get it, fuck the kissing back shit, how did you know and I didn’t?” I had no problem answering him, I just asked him how did he know the first time he kissed me? His answer was strictly Larry-natured. “Like I can remember ancient history. I was probably fucking horny at the time.” We both made oddball funny faces at each other, but the ancient part kind of stung. However, I ended the current queries with a kiss much longer than normal for us. Which found him unbuttoning my shirt while the kiss was highly active. In between breaths, his plan for me was announced: first, strip naked, second, get my ass in pool, third, get ready for some serious fucking from him tonight under the stars. My response was, “Give me 5 minutes, while you work up a boner.” His response was, “Not a problem, I’ve had one going on since the kissing back shit! Don’t let me lose it, so hurry!” I was on my way inside before he finished speaking.
Ultimately, we did head inside to sleep it off, eventually that is. I have no idea of what the time was, but the stars were fucking outstanding that night and my husband, was even better!
TIME TO WRAP IT UP!
This chapter could end right here, probably should. However, we did meet other guys during our time in PV this year. Especially during Bear Week, it was hard not meeting guys whom we might like to spend some time with away from the giant bear pool. We met so many gay couples during that time, but there was this one memorable bearish couple that we met, not sure if they were married or just partners, and I’m thinking they were a bit younger than me, so in our age bracket. Well, the men I’m thinking about were so not Michael and David’s type at all, think the opposite, as in extremely bearlike opposite, and that Larry not me was their main feature attraction. That ought to give you somewhat of a clue. It seems only natural to me that Larry should try and write about these men, what he thought about them, and what we may or may not have said and done with them at the house during bear week. It might take the two of us to work through that story and make it into a chapter! You might be surprised at how we have been handling so many different guys that we’ve met here in PV.
Thanks for reading my 95th chapter, and until I get busy writing again, take care.
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