The beach and then home

We went to the beach just south of where we usually go. It is not officially a ‘gay beach’ but everyone who is gay just happens to go there.

Marco is so horny today; he had his hands all over me when we were lying on the sand. I felt uncomfortable because Aidan was there (he is my uncle, after all) but also very turned on. I was glad that I was wearing board shorts; a Speedo wouldn’t have contained me. Even with baggy shorts, I found that I had to go into the water to hide my embarrassment. Of course, Marco followed me in and took even more liberties in the water. I think he has a good excuse to learn to swim now. We can get away with a lot more if we are farther from the shore.

We left the beach around 2:00 and luckily no one was home when we got there. We headed straight to my bedroom with just a quick stop in the kitchen for cool drinks. I hadn’t made my bed yet so we were in it as soon as we could rip our swim suits off. It was very liberating to not have to worry about being loud. We’ve been here since Sunday and we are always conscious that mum and Cait are right down the hall.

My tongue caressed every inch of Marco’s sizzling hot body. We hadn’t even take time to shower and he tasted like sand and sun and salt – every thing that I love about the beach. I enjoy making Marc groan. It is the one time when I have absolute power over him. He was moaning so loud as my mouth engulfed his cock that I was afraid they could hear us on the beach.

When He had finally had enough, he grabbed me and flopped me on my belly. He is so strong that I had no choice but to relinquish control to him. The energy that Marco had stored up while playing on the beach was quickly released with the pounding that he gave me. He made up for his selfishness by sweetly sucking me. He took a long drink of ice water before he began and his cool mouth quickly assuaged the heat of my passion.

It is rather tantalising to be sitting on the deck and writing this knowing that mum is right inside the door with Marc. They are getting dinner together and I can hear them talking as I type. Everyone else is out here on the deck with me. If only they knew. Again, I am thankful for baggy shorts and a strategically placed laptop.

Haiku

Sitting on the beach
Naked in my aloneness
Sand is in my hair

Another very hot day

I made another attempt at teaching Marco to swim, this time with the help of Aidan and Caitlin. He’s starting to get the hang of it. All the boogie boarding this morning and yesterday has made him more comfortable in the water. Maybe he won’t drown me after all. And I was beginning to think he didn’t love me anymore after he almost killed me yesterday.

I had to remind him that this is a family beach. He kept grabbing me when we were in the water and he wanted to cuddle when we were lying on the blanket. I guess this tropical weather has us all overly ardent. Maybe tomorrow Aidan, Michael, Marc, and I will go over to the gay beach.

We stopped in Ogunquit after breakfast and went to my favourite store, Spoiled Rotten. Marc bought me a pink baseball cap that says Spoil Me. PINK! It’s actually kind of cute. Cait also got a pink one, and Michael got one in blue.

I can’t imagine what Aidan and Michael were doing last night but their huge bed collapsed, spilling them onto the floor. I don't think they weigh more than 200 pounds between them. What could two guys do with 200 pounds that could collapse an antique bed that has been around for 150 years? Meanwhile, Marc and I are cuddling up in a twin bed with no mishaps to speak of. Mum just goes about her day with her lips tightly clenched.

We have steaks to grill tonight and Aidan and Michael will be doing the work. Marco will make his famous sautéed mushrooms but, other than that, he’s not getting stuck in the kitchen again.

Have to go now, I promised Marc I would help chop the mushrooms and onions.

News from the beach

I just have a few minutes to tell everyone about my day.

I had a long talk with Marco about what he said yesterday. He said not to worry – he’s a fool in love.

It was hot, hot, hot on the beach today. We spent the whole day in the water. Marco is getting so dark – talk about sex on a stick. He is handsome anyway but he looks devastating with a tan. His Italian complexion is making the rest of us look like vampires. My whole Irish clan is keeping the sunscreen companies in business. I will get dark, but slowly or I will suffer. Cait already looks tanned, she’s been here all summer.

Not much to report except, oh yeah, MARCO ALMOST DROWNED ME. Let’s just say the swimming lessons were not a great success. We went out where it would be deep enough for him to float and, when a big wave hit him, he grabbed me and almost pulled me under. He’s actually quite good on a boogie board, though.

We went surfing for a little while after it got dark. Marco stood on the shore and fretted about us getting hurt. There were four strong swimmers in the water, only Cait and I surfed, though. Aidan has given up trying or perhaps he didn’t want to look silly in front of Michael.

When we got here last night, mum suggested that Aidan and I share a room and Michael and Marco share a room. Aidan turned to walk away and said they were going to a motel. He would not let his sister dictate with whom he could sleep. Then he said that maybe they should stay and, as soon as everyone was in bed we would play Chinese fire drill and switch rooms. He added that mum should knock in the morning, just in case. Mum ended up saying we should do as we please.

Marco cooked paella tonight. Yum. Mum said that was her favourite so we shopped for shrimp and lobsters and clams and mussels. He’s trying so hard to impress mum. I made the appetizers – yay me! Prosciutto with fresh figs and melon, and veggies with home made ranch dip. I also marinated prawns and grilled them.

Tomorrow, we’re going to try and catch the high tide in the morning and go surfing before breakfast. The surfing isn’t so great on the east coast, but we’re having fun. We’re supposed to have storms at the end of the week. That’ll make for some good waves. I told Marco about lobster benedict at The Egg and I, so we’ll be going there for breakfast.

I’m going to get very fat if I don’t watch out. Right now, we’re sitting on the deck eating strawberry shortcake with fresh biscuits and home made whipped cream. I'm going back for seconds.

More later from the beach.

He thinks I will outgrow my love for him

Marco said something today that was surprising and upsetting. He said that, when things are tough and his mind goes to places that it probably should not, he wonders if it wouldn’t be prudent to end our relationship. He said that he sometimes thinks that I will not stay with him and he should just end it before I do. He thinks that I am too young to be involved in a serious monogamous relationship and that I should be enjoying my life rather than be involved with a guy who is nine years older.

We saw Celtic Thunder a few months ago and when Damian McGinty sang Puppy Love, he became very reticent. Later he told me it was because I am so young and vulnerable, and he sometimes feels like he is taking advantage of me. I try to reassure him that I am right where I want to be.

The day we met was the day I became legal. Had we met a few months earlier, he could have been arrested for rape. Of course, we knew each other for three months before we began dating and it was even longer before we made love. I was a virgin when we met. I had dated a few guys my own age and had done some stuff, but I had never been in love before and I had never had sex.

One of the comments that was left here on my blog was a question of whether I have replaced my dependence on Caitlin with a dependence on Marc. I do rely on him for so many things. He keeps me grounded, much the way Cait used to do. He gives me a safe platform from which I can explore and experiment. His love is like a safety harness for when I bungee jump into life. He wraps his affection around me like bubble wrap around a precious possession.

Marco is smart and sexy and funny. He is my anchor and a light in the dark recesses of my soul. He lifts me up when I am down and encourages me when I am afraid. He makes me examine my motives and question my actions.

He thinks I will outgrow my love for him. I will not.

Marco doesn't know how to swim.

I thought I would have fun trying to teach him how to surf, but he doesn’t even know how to swim. Now I know why he didn’t want to go into the pool on Monday. Oh boy, one more thing for mum to criticize about him. He’s too old, he’s Italian, he hasn’t completed a four-year college. Give it a rest, mum. Now I know why Caitlin is alone.

Anyway, back to swimming and surfing. Cait is the best surfer – she is so graceful while I am a little bit clumsy. I am the better swimmer, though. There is just something about being in the water. In The Swan, Prince Albert says, “Think what it means to be a swan. To glide like a dream on the smooth surface of the lake, and never go to the shore. On dry land, where ordinary people walk, the swan is awkward, even ridiculous. When she waddles up the bank she painfully resembles a different kind of bird, n'est-ce-pas?” That’s how I feel sometimes.

I hope we will have family competitions again this year. Marco is a runner so he will have a chance to win the land contests. I would feel very bad if he couldn’t compete at all. Aidan is always my biggest competitor in the water, but I am bigger and that is an advantage. Aidan can’t surf. Every year, we try to teach him but he is too afraid to stand up on the board. He always wins the boogie board competition, though. I don’t know what Aidan’s new boyfriend is good at. I hope he can compete in something.

I will try to teach Marc to swim. He is eager to learn and there is finally something that I can do better than him. He is always teaching me something – either explaining how to make the best scrambled eggs or how to ride his racing bike. Or how to be exactly what I am.