A wonderful birthday – a fabulous 4th – and a new “neighbor.”

Hey, guys. It’s Ben. It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted, but we’re back home now and ready to get back to “real life.” Much to tell you about our trip to the lake to celebrate my birthday and the 4th of July.
First, Thank you for your birthday wishes. I’ve replied to each individually, but they’re on the previous post and I know comments sometimes get overlooked. THANK YOU for your thoughts and good wishes!
This post is kind of in response to questions David and I get from time-to-time about the difference in our ages. People will say things like “Is your age difference a problem?” or “Do you ever think you’d be happier with someone your ‘own age’?” The answer to those questions is always “No.” It’s really this simple… David and I love each other, we have a wonderful life together.. and could’t possibly be happier. A few years’ age difference is the least important thing in the world as far as we’re concerned. It’s strange to us that people don’t have a problem with our being a gay couple… but our age difference seems to bother them. Enough about that.
It really was a wonderful birthday at the lake. Everyone was there, except Ty, Damien and Austin. They went to Houston to spend the holiday with Ty’s family. It seems now that his father is “gone,” the rest of the family wants to include them in their lives. We’ve talked with Ty several times this past week and he says things are going well down there.
The 4th was a huge party. Rick, Keon, Travon, Cal, Alex and Izzie stayed with us (along with our pups, Max and Cookie). We were pretty crowded but we’re all friends and it worked fine. Because of the fireworks, the dogs mostly stayed in the storm shelter enjoying the cool and quiet. On the 4th (my birthday) we were joined by Jim and Carol, Rick’s brother Chad (and his VERY pregnant wife), plus Cal’s parents. Denise and Scott were really bummed because they couldn’t get a condo or other rental anywhere on the lake (because of the holiday) so they made it a day-trip from the Northland.
We had another interesting person at the party. On Wednesday morning, David got a call from a “Carlton B” who owns the third home on our little lake cove. He had talked with Jim and gotten our phone numbers. He wanted to meet with us “if we had a few minutes to spare.” So, David and I excused ourselves and went over to his place. We’d only seen his “cabin” from the dock until then. Turns out, it’s quite a bit smaller than either our house or Jim and Carol’s – and hasn’t been cared for very well. It’s a nice little cabin but needs some serious paint, repairs and t.l.c. “Carlton” explained to us that he and his wife aren’t in very good health and live in Wisconsin now (where their two daughters live) He said they haven’t spent any time at Table Rock for “the past 3 or 4 years.” Long story short, he said they want to sell their cabin and Jim had recommended he talk to us because “Jim says you’re the best people he’s ever known and completely trustworthy.” He wanted to know if we’d be interested in buying their cabin. We told him that wouldn’t work for us financially, but invited him over for dinner. He seemed pleased and said he’d be there. After we finished swimming and skiing and wake boarding, we came back to the cabin and started making dinner. Keon cranked up the pitchers of margaritas and David grilled bacon-wrapped filets while the rest of us made a big salad and fixed corn on the cob. We had brought some of Dub’s ears of corn from home and Jim brought over some “roasting ears.” Of course, there was a big debate about whose corn was better – but it was all delicious. Carol brought a huge angel food cake with fresh strawberries and (real) whipped cream for dessert.
Anyway, we’d told everyone Carlton was planning to sell their cabin, and Cal and Alex wanted to see it. Long story short, Carlton said he would sell it for its’ “appraised price” and Denise and Scott are going to buy it. It’ll be Cal and Alex’s cabin and they’ll make monthly payment to Denise and Scott.
So…… it was another wonderful week at the lake. We didn’t get home until Sunday afternoon and it’ll take us a few days to get rested up. We hope all of you had a safe and happy holiday. We love you.
Ben and David

What difference does a few years make?

Our bud, “Bill S” commented the other day, saying: “Ben, you want to do another father/son post? I would enjoy it!” Glad to, Bill. Just one thing – it kind of pisses me off that I can’t find pics of boys fucking older guys. I mean, I love having David fuck me – but I like fucking him, too. We probably both top and bottom just about the same amount – and I bet lots of “daddies” like getting fucked by younger dudes. I just can’t seem to find many pics of that. Anyway, thanks for the suggestion!


Keon and I were both a little hung-over and didn’t talk much when I was taking him home. When we got to his house, we talked a little.
Me: Glad you came over, man.
Keon: It was cool. You and David got a real nice deal.
Me: Yeah, we do.
Keon: Got some nice bling on your junk, too. Looks hot.
Me: Thanks, man.
Keon: Bet it hurt like a bitch when they punched that hole in your dick.
Me: Naw. Wasn’t that bad. Took a while to heal up – but I’m glad we did it.
Keon: You dudes sure like suckin’ dick.
Me: Yup.
Keon: Never really had my dick sucked before. I mean, had some girls slobber around on it a little – but you guys SUCK DICK! Thought I was gonna pass out or somethin’.
Me: Might have been the tequila.
Keon: Fuck no, dude. It was the suckin’. God-damn. That was GOOD! And you ate my cum like you was starved. Never had anyone eat my cum before. God-damn. That was HOT!
Me: Found out I like cum a whole lot. I even like eatin’ my own.
Keon: You’re shittin’ me.
Me: Nope. You should try it some time.
Keon: I don’t know, man. I don’t think so. We gonna do this again sometime?
Me: Don’t know. I’ll talk to David. Maybe… sometime.
Keon: Anyway, thanks, man. And, sorry about the game.
Me: No problem. See ‘ya.
Keon: Yeah. See ‘ya.

Oh. Daddy!

I get quite a few e-mails from guys who follow UnrulyDude, and one of ’em inspired me to do this post. This dude is a college student who has two daddies. Here’s what he told me:
“About my “daddies”, they are in their mid and late 40’s. I never thought I would be sexually interested in older guys but these guys are incredible. We met in a bizarre way. Right inside the main entrance to the (building where I work) is a Starbucks. One morning I went around the corner to go inside and ran right into one of them as they were coming out. I immediately told them I was sorry I wasn’t paying any attention to what I was doing and hoped they hadn’t spilled their coffee. He looked at my ID badge and then called me by my name and said he wasn’t sorry I ran into them and winked at me. I ordered my coffee and talked to the guy behind the counter for a few minutes then left. When I came out they were standing in the main hallway near the elevators. They both had big grins on their faces as I approached. One of them handed me his business card and told me to give them a call. About 3 days later I called and we met at (a restaurant) for dinner. The following week they invited me out to their house for dinner and a swim and told me not to worry about bringing a bathing suit. Buff, these are two of the most handsome men. I just hope when I get their age that I have the body and looks these guys have!! We had a nice dinner and went skinny dipping in their pool and that lead to a night of incredible sex. As I told you, I am one of those unruly boys with some wild fetishes (feet, armpits, and as I blush, piss). They knew how to push every single one of my buttons. Since then we have become very good friends and I am welcome in their home whenever I have a chance to visit them. They have sort of taken me under their wings and have offered me so much moral support to get through school and to deal with (my job).”
I thought it was a great story – and, as I said, it was the inspiration for this post.