John and Jeff

THE HURRICANE Summer 2019 The sky was darkening as we finished our storm preparations. The hurricane, named Jake of all things, was heading right for south Florida. Today was the last day to get anything done before the storm got closer. After dark, the winds would increase and it would no longer be safe to be outside.  All the shutters were up and bolted tightly and anything loose was brought inside the house. The wind could easily turn the smallest object into a projectile. All patio furniture now filled the living room. All orchids and hanging plants filled the garage. It looked like a green house. The storm was on a direct path to hit the coast, sometime around 9 or 10:00 PM tonight. We were worried and excited at the same time. This was going to be our first hurricane together. Talk about a stressful event. This would certainly be a test of our nerves.  Ok, we checked our prep list one more time. Food, gas for the grill, water, batteries, gener

The Beach  Summer 2019 “Wake up, Jeff. Come on lover, wake up” I whispered in his ear. He rolled onto his side and opened his eyes. I love watching him wake up. I reached down and stroked his cheek. “Hey, buddy. Sleep good?” he replied and a sweet smile filled his face. I bent down and gave him a peck on his lips.i “Yes! But, we gotta get up if you want to head to the beach. You know how crowded it gets on a Sunday,” I said.  I pulled the sheets back to try and make him get out of bed. And then, I realized my mistake. His cock was morning wood hard! Instantly, my naked dick responded and went from soft to hard in seconds. A big grin spread over his face as he reached up and grasped my boner.  “I got a better idea. Why don’t you come back to bed?” he quipped. “Oh fuck, Jeff, that feels so good! But, we gotta decide, bed or beach?” I retorted. A little mouth action to start the day! “Ok, ok. But I want a little taste first. You already got a drop of j

My Birthday Gift Winter 2018 My birthday is towards the end of December, close to Christmas. I remember always being disappointed by the gifts I received as a child because of how close it was to the “big” holiday. Usually, it was clothing or some other practical choice, like shoes. As I grew older, I no longer noticed or cared. By then, I’d learned it’s better to give than receive. But this birthday, I was nervous and excited at the same time. I was turning 55 and Jeff asked me a few weeks ago what I wanted for my birthday.  “Tell me what you want, babe. Anything. If I can afford it, it’s yours!” he said. “Anything? Hmm. Let me think for a minute,” I replied. No one had ever asked me this before. It came to me quickly. “Remember a few months ago, we talked about massages and “happy endings? And how I’d never had one before?” I asked. “Yeah, really?” Jeff replied. “Yeah, really,” I said.  “Hmm, babe. I don’t know. Maybe. You sure?” he asked