Honeymoon Photos

I thought I would share some of the photos Ian and I took on our honeymoon to Key West and Ft. Lauderdale.  This isn't all of the photos of course, just a select few.  Neither Ian nor I appear in any of them.  I promised Ian when I first started this blog that I would never post his photograph, and I never have.

 

The view from our balcony and the view of a balcony from poolside.

Fort Zachary Taylor and its beach

  The concrete marker at the Southern-most point of the United States.

A guy outside The Bourbon St. Pub -- one of the strippers I think.

 Two strippers taking a break outside the Bourbon St. Pub late at night.

 Typical Victorian house on Duvall Street.

Sloppy Joe's -- One of the places we had lunch.

Snorkeling in the crystal blue waters!  Fantastic!

 Spending the day in the Everglades -- Watch out for alligators!

 

Photo Set -- Cody Cummings

 

The House Is Quiet

I’m sitting at my desk in the bedroom in my shorts because there’s no one else home.  Ian is at work and T.J. left to spend a few days with his friends in Hackensack.  We took Aunt Sarah, Jenna and Trace to brunch before taking them to the airport yesterday and seeing them off for their return home.

It’s nice just to be home and relax, have my morning coffee and check my email before catching up on my chores.  I’ve got laundry and shopping to do before Ian gets home and a little light house cleaning.  The calendar may say Spring, but the temperature still says “winter”.  As much as I love being home, I miss the Florida weather – warm and sunny.  Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.  Maybe in a couple of years, when T.J. is off to college, Ian and I can get a winter place in the Keys or around Ft. Lauderdale, but until then, it’s cold New York winters and hot New York summers.

Speaking of summer, it’s only a few months away.  I wonder if Ian and I could get a rental on Fire Island like we did a few summers back.  It would be nice to go back.  I’ll talk to Ian about it when he gets home.  Right now I need to do the laundry and my workout.

Honeymoon, Part II

After Ian got back from the pool, he showered and we got dressed for a night of clubbing.  We ended up at this place called Johnny’s.  Lots of eye candy – go-go boys, strippers, guys on the dance floor getting all hot and sweaty and quite a few without shirts showing off those gorgeous Florida tans and rippling muscles.  All those hot men got me in the mood for a quickie, so I pulled Ian into the men’s room, pulled his pants down and went to town in one of the stalls.  I hadn’t done something like that in a long time and Ian was quite appreciative. The fact that we were walked in on a couple of time only made our quickie even hotter.  We left shortly after that and headed back to our hotel were we spent more time fucking like rabbits.

When I woke up on the next morning, Ian’s hard cock was nestled against my ass, so I reached behind me, took hold of it and wriggled even closer to it.  He got the message and in only a few seconds we were going at it again.  After we both came and showered, we went down to breakfast then had a dip in the pool.  We spent the day being lazy, sunning ourselves and relaxing.

I asked the manager at the check in desk for suggestions for a romantic dinner and maybe a spa treatment and he gave me a few suggestions.  Ian and I decided to pamper ourselves, so we were able to book time at The Cabanas on Monday for a range of treatments – massages, facials, exfoliations and a manicure for each of us.  I swear, after it was all over, I hadn’t felt that good in ages!  We followed that up with a very romantic dinner at Casablanca Café on Alhambra St.  We sat outside and had a great view of the ocean and the food was excellent!

On Tuesday, we decided to rent a boat and have a day on the water.  We rented a beautiful 24-ft boat from what we were assured was a reputable company.  The price for eight hours was reasonable.  It was quite fun navigating the Intercostal Waterway to the Hillsboro Inlet and out to the open ocean.  We spent hours out there and it was thrilling – the absolute freedom!  There were no worries about anything.  We even enjoyed some hot and heavy sex out there!  We hadn’t planned it.  It all started with some kissing.  Then Ian began nibbling on one of my tits, and I just love that!  I put my hands down his shorts and kneaded his beautiful ass.  That’s when he backed away from me, untied the drawstring to his shorts and let them fall to the deck of the boat.  He was hard and I could not resist.  I fell to my knees and took him in my mouth.  Before long we were lying on the deck sucking each other off.  After a few minutes, Ian pulled out of my mouth, spread my legs, thrust his cock into my ass and gave me a royal fucking.  Once he came, he wriggled his ass, gave me his sexy little smile, said “Now do me!” and bent over the cushioned seat to give his access to his tight hole.  When I was done pounding his ass, we just lay there panting for a few minutes.  Then we decided to take a quick dip in the ocean to wash off the sweat and spunk, which, upon reflection, wasn’t the best idea we had, but we got back on our rental none the worse if only a little cold.  Who knew the water was so cold just a couple of miles off shore?

On Wednesday, we spent much of the day in Everglades National Park.  We took an airboat tour with several other people then did a little kayaking in another group.  The Glades are really beautiful!  We saw all sorts of birds, a few alligators and a couple of raccoons.  When we got back to the hotel we were both hot and grimy.  I just wanted to take a quick shower and then head to the pool while the sun was still out.  Ian followed about half an hour later and we lounged poolside for about an hour until the sun went down.  Back in our room we fucked a little, showered again then went out.  We headed back to Johnny’s for a night of watching hot men strip and dance naked.  We got back to our hotel room about 3 a.m. and went right to bed. 

I woke up late Thursday, nearly noon, and took my shower while Ian snored.  I got dressed, walked to a local café, got breakfast and went back to our room to wake Ian up.  He was just getting out of bed when I walked into the room.  He looked so sexy as he walked over to me, all suntanned and naked, his flaccid cock swaying side to side as he crossed the room.  He gave me a peck on the cheek, mumbled a good morning and headed for the bathroom.  I just watched him and his gorgeous ass.  I laid out breakfast while Ian was in the bathroom and waited for him to come out before eating.  (There was a microwave in the room, so I wasn’t worried about anything getting too cold.)  Ian came out of the bathroom a few minutes later toweling his hair.  When I mentioned breakfast, he tossed the damp towel on the bed and sat down with me at the little table.  We were so close our knees touched.  Over breakfast we discussed what to do and Ian simply wanted to stay at the hotel and enjoy the pool.  So that’s what we did.  When evening rolled around we went for a drive and ended up at Casablanca again.  After dinner we drove a little more but returned to the hotel a little early since we needed to check out the next day and come back home.  Back at our room, we packed before heading down to the pool for one last dip, then it was back to our room for a little more love-making.  We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Friday morning we showered together.  I went down on him one last time in Florida with the hot shower raining on me then we checked out, put our luggage in the rental car and had breakfast at a local diner before heading to the airport.  We called home to tell T.J. what flight we were on and when it should be arriving, hoping that someone there would pick us up.  We didn’t feel like taking a cab unless we had to.  T.J. and my cousin Trace met us at the airport and Trace drove us back to the house.  On the ride home, Trace mentioned that he, Jenna and Great-Aunt Sarah stayed while we were gone and that everyone else had taken the RV back home the day after we left for Florida.  When we got in, Great-Aunt Sarah had dinner waiting for us.  It was great just being back home, telling everyone about our trip over fried chicken and biscuits.  T.J. filled us in on what had been going on while we were away and after dinner, Ian and I went upstairs to our room to unpack.

And despite how comfortable the beds were in the two resorts we stayed at, it was really good to sleep in my own bed. And it was great having family here with T.J. while we were gone. Great-Aunt Sarah, Jenna and Trace are staying for the rest of the weekend and will be flying home after breakfast on Monday.

Honeymoon, Part I

Ian and I arrived in Key West early Sunday afternoon and after getting our luggage, made our way to our hotel, The Equator Inn, an all-male resort.  After settling in, we spent an hour or so by the pool before grabbing a bite to eat and heading out to explore.  I hadn’t known it, but Ian had been to Key West several times before with his family and knew his way around, though he did confess that when he had been there last he was only fifteen and never far from his parents so going to the gay areas of town hadn’t even been a glimmer of an idea back then.

After breakfast on Monday, we went snorkeling in the beautiful waters several miles off the key.  It was amazing!  Then, after a lunch at a local restaurant we went for a walk along the beach.  We didn’t stay too long though, there were far too many college students on Spring Break drinking and being a little rowdy.  By mid-afternoon, we decided to head back to the Inn and take a dip in the pool.  Of one of the nice things about being at an all-male resort is their clothing optional policy for the pool.  So of course neither Ian nor I bothered with our swim suits.  Back in our room, we showered together, which, of course, lead to us fucking in the shower.  After we got cleaned up again, we went out for dinner and ended the night at Bourbon Sr. Pub where we watched the strip show together (something we had only done once before).  We eventually got back to the Inn a little after 2 a.m. and went right to bed.

Tuesday we slept a little later than usual.  I got up just before noon and took a shower and brushed my teeth before waking Ian my special way – with my lips around his soft cock.  I really enjoy waking him up that way.  I love watching his cock grow and harden and I could tell when he was awake by the slight thrusting of his hips and his soft moaning.  Afterward, while Ian was in the shower, I ordered us some room service and it came just as he was getting out of the bathroom, toweling his hair.  I hadn’t bothered putting anything on and when I answered the door to let room service in, the waiter was very professional.  He set it up on the balcony and we enjoyed our breakfast in the warm breeze.  We spent much of the afternoon strolling Duval Street, window shopping, stopping in at Sloppy Joe’s for a bite before heading over to the gay end of Duval Street for some night-time fun and entertainment.

Wednesday morning we went to Ft. Zachary Taylor beach and just lay in the sun reading and dozing for several hours and taking the occasional dip before heading back to the Inn.  Wednesday night we went bar-hopping again and ended the night back at Bourbon Sr. Pub taking in the strip show a second time.

It rained a little on Thursday, but that didn’t matter.  Ian and I spent most of the day either by the pool or fooling around in our room.  I think I must have cum a good five or six times on Thursday!  We haven’t had this much sex since we first got together!

Yesterday, Friday, we rented a couple of bicycles and rode all around.  We got turned around once or twice, but it isn’t difficult to find your way back again, Key West isn’t all that large after all.  We had a picnic lunch at Ft. Zachary Taylor and headed back to the Inn around 2 p.m. then spent the rest of the afternoon lounging poolside.

We checked out after breakfast this morning, went to the airport, boarded our flight and were in to Ft. Lauderdale before noon.  After we checked in at The Villa Venice we lounged by the pool for an hour or so then headed out just a stroll to soak up the atmosphere.  We got back a couple of hours ago.  Ian’s been down at the pool since we got back, so I decided to update my blog. It’s been a week and I wanted to let you know what was going on. I’m sure he’ll be up shortly, we made plans to check out one of the local clubs.  Tell you all about it and more next time.

I'm Getting Married Today!!

In about two and a half hours, all my friends and family and all of Ian’s friends and family will be gathered to watch us get married.  Then it will be off to the reception for the party of our life.  

I got up this morning at 7 a.m. despite the fact I didn’t have to because I couldn’t sleep any longer.  I went down to the kitchen, had breakfast then went back upstairs to shower and shave.  Now, nearly three and a half hours later, I’m sitting at my computer in my socks and underwear because I don’t want to get my tux all wrinkled and sweaty before I absolutely have to.

I’m excited and a little nervous about today, but mostly excited.  I can’t wait to do this!

Ian and I leave for our honeymoon in the morning, but we’re not going back to the house after the reception.  We booked a room for the night at a hotel near the airport so we can have a little bit of privacy for our wedding night romp.  I can’t wait to fuck Ian – to strip him naked, push him onto the bed, throw his legs up and shove my cock into him!  It will be the first time we fuck as husbands!  I’m hard just thinking about it!  And to think we can do it all night if we want to!

I know we’ve been fucking each other for years, but there’s something special about having sex the first time as a married couple!  It’s something I’ve been looking forward to and tonight it actually gets to happen!

Tomorrow’s the Big Day! (200th Post!)

Late Tuesday afternoon, Tom and Benny came by while I was in the yard cleaning up after Buster.  Once inside, I introduced them to everyone and when they saw Aunt Sarah starting to fix dinner, Tom apologized to her, telling her they were “kidnapping” me for my bachelor party. Then he invited my male cousins along.  I mentioned to Tom that most of them were straight, but he didn’t seem to mind; “The more the merrier!” he said.  Of course T.J. wanted to come along, but knowing my friends the way I do, I made sure that he stayed home with Aunt Sarah and cousin Jenna.  He may be my Best Man on tomorrow (tomorrow!!), but I didn’t want to warp his brain any more than it already was; he is only sixteen after all.

Benny practically pushed me out of the kitchen and up to my room so I could change and twenty minutes later I was tossing my car keys to Trace so he, Paul, Ryan and Tommy could follow Tom’s car.  After Clay, Mike and I climbed into the back of Tom’s car, the nine of us were off.  The first place we ended up was Brooklyn Bowl – a bowling alley in Williamsburg.  I was totally confused by the choice, but when we got inside, there were twenty other guys there, all friends of mine, and we had the place to ourselves for a couple of hours.  That was a lot of fun – beer and pizza and burgers and bowling.  After that, we all climbed into our respective cars and headed to Times Square, where the guys took me to a drag show at Lips. It was one of the funniest shows I’d seen in a long time.  Afterward we headed downtown and started club hopping.  We started at Splash, but Tuesdays are College Night.  Since we didn’t want to be surrounded by frat boys and wannabes, we left pretty quickly and headed to The Monster in the Village where we danced for a couple of hours in-between ogling the go-go boys.  Most of the guys started saying their good-nights around midnight, they did have to work the next day, so leaving was understandable.  Only they didn’t go home as I found out later.  

Tom and Benny and Me and my cousins left Monster a little before 1 a.m. and walked in the night for a bit before heading to the train.  Tom and Benny took us only a few stops and a little bit before 2 a.m. we ended up at what I thought was a warehouse.  It turned out to be this artist-studio/loft of the friend of a friend and when we got upstairs, all the guys were there – they had gone ahead of us to surprise me with the real bachelor party!  The music was pumping and there was more than enough food and booze.  About a half hour after my cousins and I got there was when the strippers showed up!  There were three of them, each one looking as if he just stepped out of an International Male catalogue!  They each took a turn doing their dance routine which ended with each of them letting me run my hands over their bodies as they each gave me a lap dance.  

I must admit, it was pretty fun having three naked men pay attention to me, even if I did know they were being paid to do it.  But as fun as it was, they just weren’t my type.  Despite the fact that they were buff beyond belief, each one was either manscaped within an inch of their lives or were totally shaved.  The one guy that had a foreskin was also the one guy with no pubic hair whatsoever, not even any stubble!  It was like he had shaved just a few hours before showing up at the party.  Anyway, I did what I was expected to do – pawed them a little, squeezed a hard nipple or two, lightly spanked their asses and manhandled their junk. I ooh-ed and ahh-ed at the size of their hard dicks, when in truth, I’ve seen bigger.  Around 4 a.m. the strippers left and soon after that the guests started saying their good-byes again, this time for real.  (I wonder how many of them actually made it to work.)

Around 5:30 I woke my cousins and told them we were leaving to get the cars, which meant a trip to the parking garage on 4oth Street in Midtown before we could drive back to the house.  Aunt Sarah was in the kitchen making coffee when we all stumbled in and before you know it, she was cooking breakfast then shooing us all to bed.  I woke up briefly around noon then drifted off again for another couple of hours.  

Ian left for his brother’s after he got home from work.  He asked me how my night out with the guys went while he was packing the last few items, and I told him everything (well, almost everything).  I’m sure his night out was just as fun and eventful as mine was.

It’s been kind of lonely at night since Ian went to spend his last few single nights with his brother.  Not that I was lonely, mind you, with all the guests we have, but I really dislike sleeping alone in our bed.  And after tomorrow, I hope never to have to sleep alone again.

My Family

It's been a hectic day. Great-Aunt Sarah and a few of my cousins arrived today. They're staying here until the wedding. Great-Aunt Sarah and cousin Jenna will be staying in the guest room, Jenna's brother Clay and his boyfriend Mike will get the pull-out couch and cousins Trace, Paul, Ryan and Tommy will be camping out in the RV they all drove up in.

I wish you could smell how good this house smells!  Great-Aunt Sarah and Jenna were in the kitchen all afternoon after she sent me to the supermarket with a very detailed list of what groceries to get.  They were cooking up fried chicken, biscuits, gravy and two kinds of pie – apple and pecan.  T.J.’s eyes were popping out of his head when he got home from school looking at all the food Aunt Sarah made!  This was his first introduction to my side of the family and after about twenty minutes, it was old home week.  He was listening to Aunt Sarah tell stories for nearly two hours.  I’m real glad he’s getting along with all of them, I need them to like each other, being as we’re all family.

I love that my family is here.  It’s going to make Saturday so much more special, I just wish more of them could have made the trip.

One Week to Go!

In seven short days, I will getting into my tux and waiting for the limo to drive me and my brother to the chapel where I will marry Ian.  He’ll be spending the night at a friend’s and arriving separately so we don’t violate that whole “can’t see each other on the wedding day until we get married” thing.  

Our friends are throwing us separate bachelor parties this week.  Mine is on Tuesday and Ian’s is Thursday.  And since we basically have the same set of friends, having two is an excuse for them to get shit-faced drunk twice this week.  And knowing them, I’m sure there will be at least one obligatory stripper, male of course, and many attempts to get either me or Ian into some compromising position all in the name of fun and “the last hurrah” before chaining ourselves in wedded bliss.  What none of our friends know is that Ian and I have already discussed this.  Neither one of us intends to get drunk.  Neither one of us intends to take off any clothes.  Neither one of us intends to have any cameras present at our parties. What happens at the bachelor parties, stay at the bachelor parties.

What I’m really looking forward to is what happens after the wedding and reception next week – namely our honeymoon.  I want to leave the frigid New York City environment behind and just lay around a pool or lie on a beach and soak in the sun.  And I want to wear nothing more than sunscreen and a smile while I’m doing it.  

So, to honor that wish, I share with you some photos of guys doing just that.  Enjoy.