Hairy-Chested and Hard

Beautiful, Fuckable Butts

I've been in an ass mood ever since Ian and I got back from our cruise.  We did a lot of fucking in that cabin, mostly me fucking Ian, but my ass got a good pounding a few times too.  We did it as often as we could.  Once we went up on deck about two in the morning when we thought no one would be around only to find people everywhere we went!  So we headed back to our cabin to fuck!  As much as I love sucking on Ian's cock, there's something about his ass that I just can't get enough of!  When he gets home tonight, I think a trip to the basement is in order! 

Our Cruise!

Ian and I had a great time on our little cruise to Canada!

We took a cab to the pier early Monday afternoon and the ride took about an hour; plenty of time to wind our way through the serpentine line to security and then on to another line that got us through check-in and boarding.

Once onboard, we went to our cabin, changed into our swim trunks, tee-shirts and flip-flops and headed up to the pool deck to start having fun!  While it was a bit early to have a drink, we decided to make an exception and ordered an umbrella drink from the Red Parrot Bar.  Man, was that one sweet and potent slushy!  The pool area by the bar and hamburger grill was mostly for people with kids so Ian and I searched for the adult-only pool and found it tucked in the rear of the ship near yet another bar!  (I got the impression that Carnival wanted its guests to really have a good time!)  Ian and I took our drinks, slipped off our tee-shirts and flip-flops, and eased ourselves into the hot tub!
 

A little while later, once we were sufficiently water-logged, we got a couple of tacos and watched as the Glory sailed out of New York Harbor.  I felt all our stress just drifting away the further from the city we got.

Dinner found us at the Platinum Dining Room at a table with two other couples, both straight.  Tom and Marie were newlyweds on their honeymoon and Jack and Susan were a middle-aged couple whose two sons were just out of college.  The food was excellent but the portions were on the small side so about an hour and a half after dinner, Ian and I went up to Deck 9 and got some more tasty things to eat from the buffet.  After our second “dinner” we went down to the ship’s theater and played some trivia games and bingo.  About 10p.m. we went up to the nightclub, but we only stayed about 20 minutes; I wasn’t really all that impressed.  Later that night, Ian and I went to a GLBT mixer.  I don’t know what I expected, but it was fairly lame – only about a dozen people, including me and Ian.  Everyone there was in a couple already and not really interested in hooking up, which was a good thing, since neither Ian nor I wanted to anyway.  A little after midnight we headed back to our cabin for the night.

Tuesday was a full day at sea.  We got up late and after we fucked a little, Ian and I spent the rest of the morning catching rays and fooling around in the pool.  Around lunchtime, we headed for the burgers and tacos.  It was about that time there was a hilarious “hairy chest contest”!  There were about seven contestants and only one was even moderately in shape.  The first contestant was this wrinkly old dude and when I say old, I mean like in his 80s old.  The rest were younger; mostly in their forties.  If they had been in shape they may have been decent-looking daddies, but as it was they were mostly overweight.  The winner was downright obese.  He must have been 400 pounds!  Now I know there are guys out there that like that, but not me!  I’m not casting any aspersions on this guy, for all I know he might have a medical condition like a tumor or something.  Anyway, it was kind of fun to watch and laugh at their antics.  Afterward, Ian and I went back to the pool for a few more hours in the sun.
 

Wednesday found us in the port of St John in New Brunswick.  After breakfast, Ian and I went on the first of the excursion tours we booked ahead of time.  This one was to the Bay of Fundy and the village of St. Martins.  What beautiful places!  Quaint and picturesque!

 

Although we were somewhat rushed for time, Ian and I managed to get a few nice pictures.  Then it was back on the bus for the hour-long ride back to the boat.  We left port shortly after 4 p.m. and since dinner wasn’t until 6, we decided to take a little break from the fun aboard the ship and make a little of our own, if you know what I mean!  After dinner we went back to our cabin, changed and went back up to the pool!  We languished by the pool until it was fairly dark then went back to our cabin, took turns showering (the shower was much too small for the two of us), changed into party clothes and tried the nightclub again.  This time it wasn’t so terrible; I actually had a lot of fun!  By 1 a.m. Ian dragged my ass back to our cabin for the rest of the night.  We got undressed and went to bed with nothing more than a good-night kiss to tide us over until morning.

The sun woke Ian up much too early and if it wasn’t for his talented tongue on my dick, I would have happily slept until noon and missed our morning excursion – whale watching in Halifax Bay.  It was a nice, relaxing three-hour boat ride and our tour guide was quite informative although we didn’t actually see any whales.  We did, however, get to play with a real lobster!

After we returned to the Carnival Glory, we had just enough time for lunch before heading out again for our third and final excursion – a bus tour of Halifax and a trip to the village of Peggy’s Cove; year-round population:  30 people!  The tiny fishing village was like something off a postcard and off in the distance was the famous lighthouse!  The area around the lighthouse was massive fields of stone.  The entire area was quite peaceful and calming.  We did a little shopping in the gift store, bought a few tee-shirts and a couple of books about the area, then headed back to the bus for the ride back to the ship.  We took a different route than the one we took to get to Peggy’s Cove.  We eventually passed the cemeteries were about 120 of the victims of the Titanic were laid to rest and we passed both the oldest and smallest Canadian government building and the Royal Residence before pulling up to the pier and getting back to the ship.

Friday was a day at sea but the weather was a bit on the cold and damp side as we were heading into the storm system that had been raining from Washington DC to Boston!  After breakfast, Ian and I wandered around the ship a little, taking more pictures, we even managed to find a secluded corner on one of the upper decks were I took a few hasty pictures of Ian with his shorts down around his ankles!  (I will definitely not be posting those.)  After lunch, we did a load of laundry, then spent much of the afternoon repacking most of our clothes and souvenirs. We visited the casino, won about $40 then went to dinner.  Afterward, we went up on deck, sat in silence and watched the waves for a while then decided to watch the Dive-In Movie – “Lincoln” with Daniel Day-Lewis and Sally Field.  It’s a good thing we had seen it before because the sound quality was a little off.  After the movie, we got a snack, headed for our cabin, fucked a little, well, a lot actually, and eventually fell asleep.

The ship docked by 7:30 and by 10:15 we were off the ship and in a cab heading home.

Back From Vacation

Ian and I are back from our cruise to Canada.  It was great!  The only thing that would have made it more enjoyable would have been guys like these at the pool!

We Leave Tomorrow!

Ian and I are nearly packed for our cruise to Canada!  I drove T.J. and Buster to Hackensack this morning after breakfast and came right back.  The trip took about two and a half hours, but it was a good morning for the drive.

 

We’re looking forward to a little alone time over the next few days and tonight, after dinner, after all the packing is done, I plan on having a long night of fucking and sucking with my favorite husband!

 

So this will be my last post until next weekend.  Until then, I leave you with the following hunks to help you through our absence.  See you soon!

Memories of My High School Buddy

Last night, while at a local bar that Ian and I go to sometimes, I ran into Alex, an old friend I hadn't seen in years.  I hardly recognized him!  We went to high school together.  Back then he was a bit on the scrawny side and had shoulder-length hair that he sometimes tied back.  Well, my old friend had cut his hair and bulked up, I mean he had some serious muscles!  He was straining the sleeveless tee-shirt he was wearing!  And his arms were covered with tattoos!

When I finally realized who he was, we laughed and hugged like the long-lost friends we were.  Of course I introduced him to Ian and the three of us spent hours drinking and talking!

Alex and I met during our Sophomore year of high school, during the beginning of my Goth phase; long before I admitted to myself that I was gay and started having sex with Eddie.  Not only did we share a few classes but we discovered we had a lot in common.  We  became inseparable; we went practically everywhere together.  We went to underground concerts, hung out till all hours, went to movies, parties; all the typical teen-age things.  During the summer months we rode our bikes everywhere -- Forest Park to shoot hoops, the municipal pool, the mall, anywhere you can think that two fifteen year-old boys would be, we were there!

I remember one day in mid-July back in 2001 Alex and I were biking to Forest Park when I hit a small dip in the street.  The gear chain on my bike snapped.  The bike went into the street and I went tumbling over asphalt and sidewalk.  I busted my lip, my shirt was shredded at the shoulders and my favorite ripped jeans ripped even more at the knees and from right under my ass cheeks to the zipper at my crotch.  Now, back then, I didn't bother wearing any underwear, and after that tumble not only was I a bloody mess, but my entire junk had fallen out of the huge, newly ripped hole at my crotch.  Needless to say, I was more embarrassed that Alex was staring at my dick than I was that I had tumbled and bloodied myself.

Alex helped me up to my feet, I stuffed my dick back into my pants and together we picked up my bike and hobbled back towards my house.  We were half-way back to the house when Alex remembered he has his mom's cell phone.  So he called my Grandma and told her what happened.  After we got in the house, Grandma assessed the situation, ripped my tee-shirt off me, saying at least she had some new rags, and started patching me up.  I was so sore by the time she was done patching my shoulders, knees and elbows, that Alex had to not only help me up to my room, but actually had to help me out of those ruined jeans.

Now, at nearly 16, I wasn't exactly comfortable being naked around other guys, but Alex had just seen me at my bloody worst, so what difference did it make?  Alex helped me into a pair of gym shorts and helped onto my bed.  As soon as I was comfortable, Alex said his good-byes and left.  We talked on the phone later that afternoon and hung out the rest of the week in my room playing video games.

Alex was the second person I came out to once I realized I was into guys and to his credit, he didn't care.  We still hung out, but less frequently, after all, that was when Eddie and I started fucking.  We saw each other naked a few times after that awful afternoon, but we only had sex once -- it was about a month before graduation and on a dare, I had given into his wish to see what all the fuss was about, and agreed to suck his cock if he would suck mine.  So as to not allow him to chicken out, I insisted he do me first.  It was the worst blow-job I ever had!  I did him next to show him how it was done and after he came, we agreed never to do it again.  Then came graduation and after that summer we lost touch. 

Alex doesn't live in New York anymore, he was only visiting family, but we exchanged contact information.  It turns out that he's an investment banker in Philadelphia and lives in the same neighborhood as Billy does.

Small world! 

He's in a relationship with a pretty blonde woman named Heather and he said he was going to ask her to marry him as soon as he got her a ring.   I wished him luck and said I wanted an invitation.  We ended our night of drinking and strolling down memory lane, hugged like we would never see other again and Ian and I went home.