OH !

“Oh, oh, oh
It’s magic, you know
Never believe it’s not so”
…song by Scottish pop rock band Pilot, written by band members Billy Lyall and David Paton.

Five years! Could it possibly be FIVE years? No!
But, yes. It is. Five wonderful, happy, event-filled, glorious years with the man I love – and family and friends and puppies and a life that’s just “magic, you know.”
Dub is spending the night with Travon tonight and David and I had a fabulous dinner at Lydia’s… followed by some of the best sex two guys have ever had. Obviously, we don’t know what the future holds, but of this we’re certain: When we said “till death do us part” in our wedding vows, we meant it… and still do… and always will.
Special thanks to Beto for remembering our special day – and to Jingle and Ray for their best wishes. We love you guys! xoxo Ben and David

Dude. Nice fuck face!

I guess I’ll call this the third (and I promise final) episode of the Northland gang’s Memorial Day week at Table Rock lake. I won’t go into a lot of detail, but there are a couple of things I’d like to tell you.
By Tuesday, the group was a lot smaller. There was just David, Dub, Austin, Travon, Rick, Keon and me when the grandparents arrived. The grands moved into the condo that Ty and Damien left when they went to Houston for Damien’s fathers’ funeral.
So, we went into Kimberling City to stock up on food (and drinks) for the rest of the week. Austin was still bummed about not going to Houston with his dads… but Dub let him use his I-Pad so he could scype every day with them. We mainly spent the week on the lake, boating and swimming and water skiing and wake boarding. One day we went to Silver Dollar City and the kids had great fun riding the rides they were “tall” enough to ride. The grandparents aren’t all that excited about boating and swimming, but they had a great time playing canasta with Jim and Carol on their screened porch.
On Friday, Jim came over and asked the boys if they’d like to make some home-made ice cream. The boys thought that’d be great so they went over to Jim and Carol’s to do that. Carol let them help her mix up the cream, milk, eggs, sugar, vanilla, etc., and put the mixture in the canister. Then, Jim and Pop-pops supervised as they put the canister, ice and salt into the freezer and started cranking it (by hand). The boys are too small to turn the crank with one hand, so Jim put an old rug on top of the freezer and one of the boys would sit on it to hold it in place while the other boys took turns standing and turning the crank with both hands. Afterward, Travon told us about it. He said “We had to turn the crank a million times – and when it was your turn to sit on the freezer, your butt just about froze off.” We all laughed and told Jim we’d buy him an electric freezer. He said, “Oh, I’ve got one of those. I just thought the boys needed to see how we did it in the old days.” The ice cream was delicious.
We came home on Friday so we could pick Ty and Damien up at the airport Saturday morning. Damien said he was really glad they didn’t take Austin with them to the funeral because “it was one of those awful, open-casket things with everyone saying how nice the corpse looked.”
So, we’re home – and Dub is busy tending his garden, playing with the kids and taking an on-line math class. The boys are “brown as berries” thanks to a week on the lake and about two gallons of sun screen. The dogs have pretty much been sleeping ever since we got home. That lake stuff really tired them out.
We’re a little bummed that it’s so hot here in JUNE, but Dub’s water barrels are still mostly full, so I’m sure his garden (and us people) will survive 🙂

Ghost pee.

I checked back, and as best I can tell, we’ve never done a “fuck face” post here on UnrulyDude. I did several of them on the old Unrulyboi and UnrulyDude sites on Blogger – as did our friend FlipFlopsBoy – but I don’t think there’s ever been one on URD. So, here you go. Expressions ranging from pain to surprise to absolute ecstasy – all caused by the insertion of a hard penis in a male anal passage. One of life’s loveliest things!

Last Friday, Ben and Christian had parent-teacher conferences after school, so I picked Dub up after daycare and took him over to Mr. Martinez’s for his Spanish lesson. After that, Mr. M brought him home.
Dub came in the house and we talked for a few minutes… but I was absorbed in some important (?) paperwork and assumed he was off doing his daily chores. After a while, the house seemed eerily quiet, so I went to see what was happening. I found the dogs in their crates and Dub in the living room wiping the floor with a dried-up little sponge. I said, “What’s going on, babe?” He mumbled “Nothin'” and kept wiping the floor with the sponge. I said, “What happened, Dub?” He finally looked up at me and the expression on his face just about broke my heart. He wasn’t crying, but he just looked lost and helpless. He finally said, “Don’t be mad with Bebe. It’s my fault. I forgot to let the dogs out when I got home.” Then the tears started. You need to understand something here. Dub doesn’t cry. Never has. He sometimes gets hurt or disappointed or even mad… and sometimes sulks a bit… but crying is just something he doesn’t do. So, I realized the spot on the carpet was dog pee… and I thought about it for a few seconds… and then said, “Dub. Did you pee on the floor?” He looked horrified and said “NO!” So I said, “Did you see Bebe pee on the floor?” He choked back his tears and said, “No.” And I said, “Why do you think it was Bebe?” He said, “Because Bono hikes his leg.” He had me there. So, I said, “I don’t think it was you – and I don’t think it was either of the dogs. I think it’s “Ghost pee.” He looked at me and said “Nuh-Uhh.” And I said, “Yup. Ghost pee. We had the problem a long time ago and I thought it was over… but it’s one of those darned ghosts that live in our attic. I’m sure of it.”
He said, “Is the floor ruinne?” And I said, “Nope. Not if we fix it. Let’s start by letting the pups out in the yard for a few minutes?” So, we did. And after they’d done their business, we came back in the house. I got a new roll of paper towels and showed Dub how to soak up the urine in the towels. We took turns stomping on the paper towels and saying, “Bad ghost. Bad ghost.” Then, I brought in the shop vac and we ran it over the spot until it was dry enough we couldn’t get any more to soak into towels. Then, I mixed up some white vinegar and water… put it in a spray bottle and thoroughly sprayed the area… followed by more stomping and blotting and vacuuming. When we were finished, we put the shop vac back in the garage and I said, “You hungry?” He said, “Guess so.” So we had some chips and dip and carrot sticks and gave the pups some milk bone treats. After that, he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “It wasn’t ghosts, was it?” I said, “Maybe. Maybe not… Probably not, I guess. It’s all cleaned up now, so it doesn’t matter, does it?” He just said, “I won’t forget again.” And I got up and grabbed him and we hugged for a while.
Ben got home a few minutes after that and said, “What have you guys been up to?” I said, “Nothin’ much. Just having some snacks and talking about ghosts.” Dub just looked at me and grinned.