Honeymoon at Disneyland SeXStoRY

Me and John had been fucking around behind my other-half’s back for three years. I’d carve a pumpkin for him for Halloween and we’d fuck. I’d bring him a basket on Easter morning and we’d fuck. I’d string a tree with lights, decorate it and on Christmas Eve before opening our presents to each other, we’d fuck. For three years, I’d bake him a birthday cake. After he blew out all the candles, we’d fuck. For me, at least, the time passed really fast. We were like two little boys, but in grown men’s bodies. We liked having c***dish fun with each other, and then fucking. Finally, he told me I had to make a decision. He didn’t want me going home to my other-half anymore after we fucked. Either I was going to “make house” with him, or I could get lost. It wasn’t easy. A lot of feelings got hurt- hell, butchered for that matter… including my own. But in the end it worked out. After all was said and done, John and I found a house up on Potrero Hill that we really liked. We snagged it with our first bid and moved in at the end of March 2005. We had a lot of work to do on our house but we were determined to have it finished up by my birthday- August 17. We planned to head down the hill to San Francisco City Hall on that day and “tie the knot” with a domestic partnership ceremony, then have all of our friends and whatever f****y could make it over to the house for a big party. John told me that if our anniversary was the same day as my birthday, maybe I wouldn’t forget it. For the next four months, we spent a lot of time fucking in sawdust and wondering what renovation disaster was going to hit us next. Nothing ever goes as planned. When we finally got the playroom downstairs finished and the sling hung, the guy who put it up for us couldn’t wait to watch us fuck in it. He kept coming up next to me while I was drilling John in the sling, take a nose-full of my cigar smoke, and then go sit back down in one of our recliners, jacking himself off. The room smelled of fresh paint, tile grout, leather, smoke, poppers… and finally, cum. The day before the ceremony, John and I drove out to SFO to pick up John’s s****rs and two grown nieces after they flew in from JFK and MIA. We drove them down to Pacifica, south of the City, and checked them in to the Holiday Inn Express on Rockaway Beach. They loved it. There was a Jacuzzi tub in the suite. John’s two nieces were naked and in the tub in a heartbeat with bubble bath. His s****r, Pat, brought all kinds of stuff from an Arthur Avenue deli back in the Bronx for us to snack on. By the time we got back home- the night before “taking the plunge” at City Hall the next morning- our hairy chins were greasy with Bronx deli food and we took turns eating out each others’ asses. Sucking cock. And fucking. Damn, it was good! The next morning, his s****rs and nieces showed up at our house in a stretch limousine they had hired. The two of us got our asses dressed in our suits as fast as we could and ran downstairs. We all sat in the back of the limo, chewing on croissants and drinking champagne, as we made our way to City Hall. It was fucking romantic, standing on the stairs of City Hall and taking our vows amid lots of other couples. I made up a poem for him and read it as we exchanged rings. John was so excited, he dropped my ring on the marble floor before finally getting it on my finger. Later, we got back home and had a few friends around. Catered snacks and sit-down dinner on the deck out back. I got up for a toast and asked the men to stand. I asked them to raise their glasses and salute the women who were there as well as those who couldn’t join us, including John’s Mom and s****r Maureen. Both had passed away in the last year. I was crying. I missed them, even though I’d never got the chance to meet them in person. Everybody went home eventually. Holy shit, did John and I fuck each other after everyone was gone! The next morning, John and I picked up his s****rs and nieces at the hotel. We had some time to kill before taking them back to the airport and thought we would drive them down to Half Moon Bay. We got to their room and they had more breakfast stuff laid out. They gave us our “wedding” present- tickets on Southwest Airlines and 4 days and 3 nights down at Disneyland, starting the next day. As it turned out, it was all John’s idea. He knew how much I love Mickey Mouse and that I’d never been to Disneyland before. What a great fucking honeymoon! Thinking back, I can’t remember us fucking each other any better than we did during breaks from the parks and after turning in each night. But there was a k** we met while we were there that made my heart swell. We got ourselves up early the next-to-last day we were there. We had reservations for “Breakfast with Mickey” at the restaurant on Disneyland Main Street USA. When we got there, they gave us our big button pins with a picture of Mickey on them, and we had photos taken with Mickey himself. After chowing down on Mickey-shaped waffles, we went down to the Mickey’s Toon Town area. We got in line for the Roger Rabbit Car Toon Spin ride behind this little k**- 6 or 7 years old at the most- and his Mom. She was a southern California, Beach Boy surfer-girl type. Her boy had wavy black hair and was obviously spending a lot of the summer at the beach judging by his dark, tanned skin. The ride was broken down so we were just kind of standing there waiting for it to get fixed. We introduced ourselves to each other and her little boy, Ryan, started asking us about the big Mickey buttons we were wearing. As it turned out, they could only get into the Minnie Mouse breakfast at the Paradise Pier hotel and Ryan was wearing the Minnie Mouse pin he got there. But what he really wanted was my Mickey pin! So I told Ryan that I would trade pins with him; he gave me his Minnie Mouse button and I handed him my Mickey pin. He got so excited. Eventually, the ride got fixed and he got in one of the “taxi cab” cars with his Mom while John and I got in another one right behind them. We were spinning our cars around like crazy, laughing and yelling at each other as the ride went along. When the ride was over, we wanted to go at it again and got back in line. When our turn came up again, I got in my “taxi” with little Ryan and John got in the next one with Ryan’s mom. We had a great time, spinning that car around as fast as we could. About lunch time, John and I were in Frontierland, hungry and thirsty. We went into the Golden Horseshoe Saloon and sat in the back eating our hot dogs and chilli-cheese fries. Billy and the Hillbillies came out on the stage and start joking and playing their banjoes. They pulled a k** out of the audience and start joking around with him. It was little Ryan! He was carrying on and so funny. I was thinking to myself that he ought to be on TV, he was so good. After he got off the stage, the whole place was filled with applause- he was such a ham up there. I wanted to find him after the show was over, but I couldn’t. John and I went back to the hotel, swam around in the pool and fucked some more up in our room. It was our last night to see the Main Street Electric Parade at California Adventure. We got out of bed and headed down there. We were sitting on the curb when the parade started up, and who comes bouncing up to us but Ryan with his Mom. Ryan sat in my lap as the parade went down the street. It was wonderful, holding that k** and feeling like a k** myself. When the parade was over, everybody started walking back toward the parking lot- out by the Hollywood entrance. It was a long walk. For awhile, I held little Ryan’s hand in my own as we walked along. Then I hoisted him up and held him in my arm with his face next to mine. Ryan’s mom held my other hand and John wrapped his arm around my waist. We finally got to the parking lot and I put Ryan down. He was jumping up and down and the lanyard with the Mickey button I’d swapped with him in the morning was bouncing off his little chest. He kept leaping in the air, calling my name. “Guy!” he shouted. “Can you come over to our house tomorrow? We’re going to the beach!” I told him that I would love to, but that we had to go back to San Francisco so I couldn’t. I took off the Minnie Mouse pin that I had traded him for in the morning. I squatted down in front of him and pinned it next the Mickey button on his lanyard. “You just make sure you keep Mickey and Minnie together,” I told Ryan. He hugged me around my neck, and then he and his Mom were gone. John fucked me really hard that night. I fucking loved it. Even though it was never going to happen, I thought both of us would be good dads. Guy Maddix 4/4/2012