This first day of our Trip was Amazing. Simply Amazing. 
After the 20+ hour flight, Greg & I were sure to sleep on the flight because we knew today was going to be an adventure… We first checked into our hotel and Greg spared NO EXPENSE here, folks.  We stayed at the
Hayman Island Resort.

The view, the amenities and, well, yeah – the bed. But we’ll get to that later.

We started the day with a glass bottom boat tour. After, I was able to convince Greg to go snorkeling. I tried to get a photo of him, but this crazy fish dropped the best photo bomb!

After our ‘fishing around’ we were exhausted – headed to the room and… took a nap. What were you thinking? Snorkeling takes a lot out of a person, especially after a 20+ hour flight! And remember… I’m 40 now… And Greg is 46! LOL

We woke and Greg led me to the best surprise… a romantic dinner on the beach where we toasted each other, our birthdays, and a magical start to a vacation.

And I’m not sure what was in that food… but when we got back to that sumptuous bed with the intoxicating view…

Greg slowly pulled me into the room, our lips locked, we toed our shoes off and left them at the door and Greg maneuvered us to the sliding doors of our room. He pushed me against the mildly cool glass and I was instantly reminded of Chicago…Greg pushed me up against the glass… 

“Your accent has gotten stronger down here,” he growled, brushing his lips on my neck. 

“Oh yeah, mate. And what do you think of that?” I managed, his lips leaving me more jet lagged than the flight had. 

“I’d never been one for an accent before you…but now that your accent is stronger–other things are stronger,” he said pressing us against the wall and his hips into mine. Oh hell! Yes…he was very excited. 

My own arousal, a semi all night, was now the hardest I may have ever been. Greg was in an assertive mood and I loved it when he took command. 

His fingers slowly unhooked the buttons of the white linen shirt I’d worn, placing kisses along every new inch of exposed skin. By the time he got to my navel and was on his knees in front of me, my legs were shaking with anticipation. 

“Shall we see how other things have fared… Down Under?” he asked.

I dropped my head to the glass and tried to gather thoughts to stave off an orgasm. Greg placed his mouth on my cock over my pants and breathed hot air while his hands roamed my chest and abs. Fuck!  I rapped my head on the sliding door and let out a groan.

“I’m thinking things are bigger here, too,” he said shooting me a sly look. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re commando?” raising one eyebrow.

We locked eyes and a wicked spark lit his beautiful blues, which I couldn’t help to notice were very much the color of the waters we’d played in today. He pulled the draw string on my tan linen pants, but the pants didn’t fall to the ground like we both wanted. Not-so-Little-Tanner held ‘things’ up.
Greg carefully grabbed the waistband of the pants with his teeth and pulled them down, setting my cock free and bouncing in anticipation. 

“The reef was amazing, but I must say, this is my favorite Australian wonder.” And in one swift move, Greg took me in, all the way to the back of his mouth, and with my remaining length, firmly grasped it in his hand.

His free hand slid up my still trembling legs, and around back to my ass. As he expertly worked my length with his lips and tongue and hand, his other hand teased the crack of my ass, my cheeks involuntarily clenching with excitement. 

He hummed his delight, and the vibrations sent me nearly out of my mind. 
In a sudden surge of need, I pushed Greg back. A smirk crossed his face as he knew he’d been very bad in a very good way.

I stepped out of the pool of linen at my feet and let my shirt slide down my arms to join the pants.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Greg breathed.

“Birds of a feather,” I said, looking at my man on his knees in front of me. “But first, it’s getting way too hot in here. What would you say to some fresh air?” 

Greg smiled and I turned to open the sliding door, letting the gentle ocean breeze wash over us, and the sounds of surf serenade us.

I extended a hand and pulled Greg to his feet. Slowly I unbuttoned his pale blue shirt and pushed it back over his shoulders. Knowing how sensitive his nipples are, I locked my mouth around one, while twisting and pinching the other. The groans from Greg let me know I was giving him exactly what he wanted. With my other hand, I finessed the button out of the mooring of his trousers and worked the zipper down. True to form Greg was wearing boxers, but I was going to make quick work of that.

I pushed him toward the bed and let him fall back with a bounce. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of both his black slacks and worked them down. When his dick sprung upward from being released, my own dick danced with delight. This man was incredible. 

I finished the work of the pants removal and kissed and stroked my way back up Greg’s legs, watching his cock jump from time to time. When I got to his mid section, I took his balls in my mouth and gently sucked. Greg’s hips bucked  and a deep guttural groan escaped his mouth. Spurred on with arousal, I took him fully into my mouth, well, as much as I could and gave a long solid suck, pulling back until just the tip of him was held in my lips. 

I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, propped up on his elbows. I would have kept going, sucking him off, but I was suddenly compelled with need. I hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom to grab the bottle of lube I’d packed. 

When I got back, I saw that Greg had pulled the covers down so we didn’t mess the duvet.

“Top or bottom,” I asked. 

“It’s your Christmas/birthday trip,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

“Well, it’ll have to be a bit of both, then won’t it?” 

Relief spread all over his face. I loved that Greg was as much a top and bottom as I was. 

“So I guess the question is…Which do you want to be first?” he asked. 

Without a word, I popped the top of the lube and drizzled it on my hand. I set the bottle on the bedside and settled myself in between Greg’s legs. I wrapped my hand around his impressive eight inches (yes, we measured) and slicked him up. I loved watching him come apart in my hands and feeling his pulsing cock. 

I worked my way upward and straddled his hips. I leaned over and kissed him deeply. His hands came up and his fingers gripped my hair. I loved when he did that.

His hips pushed upward and his hot cock ran up and down my crack. I sat up and positioned him under me. He placed his hands on my chest, a special smile crossed his lips as his fingers ran over my latest tattoo… the one that said Greg. I lowered myself and was lost. We both easily settled into a rhythm and groans and grunts soon overtook the sound of the ocean. 

I know we were supposed to both top… but I couldn’t help myself. And it was my birthday trip.

“Let’s go,” I urged. We locked eyes as Greg thrust upward, his hand wrapping around my dick as he pulled me off, and my hips bucked on him. 

A few seconds later, we both came explosively making a mess everywhere. 

I collapsed on his chest, the sticky mess between us. We breathed heavily trying to regain our position on earth. 

“Happy birthday. I love you,” he said, kissing my temple.

“I love you, too. Thank you.”