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I hope that everyone enjoyed the chapters on Ronny, and has a better idea of who Ronny is. It's back to the Labor Day weekend for CJ and Wally. This chapter is from Wally's point of view, and gives us a start on their weekend activities together.
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Good morning, everyone, it's Wally filling in for CJ this chapter. It's Saturday morning of Labor Day weekend, and I'm letting CJ sleep in this morning. He gets up so early every morning, and I did not want to disturb his peaceful sleep today. I know he will eventually find me on the patio at Bradenton Beach. This location has always been my slice of heaven, as I'm always at peace here. Now that I'm sharing my place with CJ, it's even more special to me. From yesterday on, this will be our special place as CJ has already shared with me three times last night, he loves it here. I knew he'd like it, and I'm so glad I held on to it after my dad passed away.
Even though the bungalow is just over an hour from St Petersburg, it feels like a million miles away. It's been my hideaway, and now I'm proud to share it with my future husband. I can't believe how yesterday went, and I want to share my feelings with all of you of my life before CJ, and my new life outlook with CJ in it.
Both mom and dad were raised near Bradenton, Florida. Dad worked with my grandfather, and they built up a very reputable home construction business. They had plenty of business around Bradenton, and dad expanded the business into Pinellas County and the St Petersburg area. Dad built a nice ranch in the Pass-A-Grille neighborhood of St Pete Beach. Mom and dad moved there, and a year later I was born. My childhood was so much fun as I had plenty of friends in the neighborhood, and we were only one block away from the gulf beach.
I did okay in school, but my interests definitely lied in working with my hands. I remember going to construction sites with dad, and him teaching me so much about home construction. The guys in dad's company always kept me in line, and I always felt like one of them when building a house. From junior high school on, I knew where my interests were at and told dad I want to help him continue the business and make it the best-known home construction business in the St Petersburg area. I receive so much gratification on finishing a job, and watching a family enjoy the home after they move into it.
My grandfather passed away in my freshman year of high school. I always enjoyed spending time with grandpa when he took vacations away from work. He never went far and was satisfied to stay in his bungalow on Bradenton Beach. After he passed, mom, dad and I decided to keep the bungalow in the family. It's a beautiful setting on a secluded part of Bradenton Beach. I love how the french doors from the living room open to a massive patio with plenty of privacy from the people on the beach. Grandpa added a large pergola to the patio and it's covered with tropical vines. Large hibiscus plants surround the patio and there is a brick paver walkway through the dunes which leads to the beach. At the end of the path, grandpa attached a hammock for two between two palm trees. I don't know how many times I have lied in that hammock watching the sunset by myself. From today on though, I plan to enjoy every sunset with CJ by my side in the hammock. I also have a nice patio table and four chairs for guests to enjoy the view as well. There are no public access points near the house, so the beach is mostly used by the locals of Bradenton Beach.
I remember working with dad on renovating grandpa's bungalow after he passed away. We decided to expand both bathrooms, as well as update the kitchen. Mom was so pleased with the results and stayed at the beach as much as she could. We all felt at peace there, and it was our refuge when we needed a tranquil setting for relaxation.
High school graduation came around for me, and I was pleased to know that I had a good job waiting for me. I was also excited to keep learning the business from dad, as someday I knew it will become my business if I want it. There was no doubt in my mind that I want to run the business, and make it the best that I possibly can.
I dated one girl named Tracy during my senior year in high school. She was very pretty, and I was happy to have someone who enjoyed being with me. My mom liked Tracy, but dad had reservations about her. Looking back, I think he saw her as a trouble maker. I know he was worried about us and he always reminded me to use protection until I knew Tracy was the one for me.
Being young and stupid, I asked Tracy to marry me right after high school was over. We had a small wedding with both of our families in attendance. I was thinking I had it all: a good job, supportive parents who loved me, and now a beautiful wife who gave me all the sex I could handle. I did believe that Tracy loved me, and I loved her. But, a few years later I realized she just wanted a man earning bucks to provide for her and didn't care about us moving forward with a life and family together.
I continued to work hard with my dad after we were married. Tracy was happy with the money coming in and for our first year of marriage, things were good. After our first year, I became more involved in dad's construction business and mom was diagnosed with cancer. I spent quite a bit of time with both of them, and I expected more of Tracy to help me out. Once mom had received her cancer diagnosis, Tracy became disengaged with my family and demanded that we move to the desert southwest for a fresh start for both of us.
I had no interest in moving, and felt we could be happy in St Petersburg, Florida. Tracy felt otherwise, and pursed her own interests. Little did I know that her interests included another man, which I found out about the day that my mom passed away.
It was a definite double punch in the gut for me that day: losing my mom, whom I dearly loved and watched die a slow agonizing death for over two years; and being told that my wife had found someone more interesting and wanted a divorce. Fortunately, Tracy made the process quick and did not want any money out of the marriage. She just wanted to move on with her new stud, who promised her a happy life in Phoenix. I can't say that I was upset about the divorce, as the true colors of Tracy appeared. Dad was right all along - she was a trouble maker. As my CJ will tell me now, along with Angela cheering him on, "that bitch! Good riddance to her."
Dad and I buried ourselves in work. Dad used me as his support system and told me how much it hurt to see his wife of 40 years die a slow death. We became even closer, and I vowed to take care of him and protect him throughout the rest of his life. I remember him saying to me one year after mom passed away "thank you Wally for being here for me. I love you son, and please know you're my best friend and best son any man could have in his life."
Dad continued on with me, but soon arthritis took over his daily life. He still had a chipper personality, but his body was wearing out before my eyes. All of the years of hard construction work was taking its toll on his body. He and I stayed in the ranch, where I was able to take care of him and provide for his needs. We went to the bungalow as often as we could as I knew he enjoyed the beach setting, as well as getting out on our boat. I still remember the day when I got the call from Ted, our mail carrier. I left dad sitting on the front porch, which was his normal morning activity until Ted delivered the mail around 10 am. When I answered the phone, Ted said "Wally, I'm at your house and I cannot wake your dad up. I think he's passed away son."
Ted called the paramedics and I rushed to the house. Dad passed away peacefully, suffering a massive coronary event. Even though it was a tough loss for me, I was relieved that he did not suffer like mom had.
Over the next several months, I got dad's estate settled. He left me everything, including his company. I wanted to make some changes in my life, so I decided to sell the ranch where I grew up. It's a nice ranch, but it was coming up on the 25-year rule where changes were needed. Rather than making the changes myself, I decided to sell it to a family who could enjoy the area just as much as I had. Given my focus on the company, I decided to move into a condo where I would not have to worry about house upkeep. I found a nice three bedroom, two bath condo on the fourth floor of the Gulfview Condominium complex. My move in went well, and I found myself enjoying the pool and workout facilities more than I thought I would. I made a few changes to the closets for more storage, but left everything else as is since it suited my needs.
I kept the bungalow and the boat at Bradenton Beach. I listed the bungalow with a relator I knew and trusted, so it could be rented out throughout the year. I was amazed at the extra income it brought me, and I was still able to use the bungalow a couple times a month when I needed to be by myself for a recharge.
Dad passed away just after my 27th birthday. I still had a bitter taste in my system from Tracy running off with another man, and there were times when I felt very lonely. I hung out with several guys going to bars for beers and burgers after work. I suddenly found myself going down the path of hanging around men more than women. It didn't bother me, as I felt that the guys were trying to keep me out of another failed relationship. One night as a joke, we went to a gay bar. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the environment but did not let on to the guys I was with. I found myself visiting that bar often, and fitting in with the clientele very well.
My normal routine now included the bar on Friday and Saturday nights, and sometimes a Sunday afternoon for their special parties. I never had a problem picking men up as they admired my build, and my good looks. I took a lot of guys back to my condo and enjoyed evenings of hot sex with them. So many of the guys were looking for `rough sex', so I added a sling to my third bedroom for some fun action. It got the attention I was seeking, and soon I was known as the hot and horny construction top looking for sub guys to fuck hard. So many of the guys I brought back wanted me to smoke a cigar while I fucked them hard. I got into it, and this style of sex became my normal pattern.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the hot sex, but I was always on the hunt for something more. When I found a guy, I wanted to pursue more, it would always end abruptly as most of the guys wanted to be fuck buddies only. The guys who did show interest in me, did not really excite me. I remember Alex moving in as the condo property manager. He tried to get my attention in so many ways, but he did not flip my switch. I enjoyed teasing him especially at the complex pool, but I never desired to see him in my sling. Even though I teased him so much, he was always there for me whenever I needed any help. Looking back at my early interactions with Alex, I was a real hard ass with him. I'm surprised he's still by my side, and I now regret all of those years I pushed him out of my way.
Life continued on for me for almost eight years playing the field. By the time I hit 33, the whole scene was getting old to me. I wanted more in a man than just a fuck buddy. I needed someone in my life to grow with me, challenge me, love me and become my best friend. I said it at the gravesite yesterday, and I meant it. I was ready to accept a life of solitude before meeting CJ. Between my work, socializing at the bars, weekend afternoons at the pool and my getaway trips to the bungalow and boat, I was okay with my life. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't pleased with how it was turning out for me, but I was willing to accept it moving forward. I decided to decrease the number of subs and twink's I was picking up and focus on more healthy activities for myself in the future.
My world as I knew it came to a crashing halt when I met Christoper Jackson Skinner in our condo parking lot on June 6, 2023. I felt like I had hit a brick wall when I met him. CJ is one of the most gorgeous men I have ever met, and I found him so damn interesting for being only 23. I never believed in the concept of `love at first sight'. But there was something different about my first sighting of CJ. I knew I had asked mom, dad and God to send me a sign of good things to come for me, and there he was. CJ was sent to me from all of my powers that be to enrich and fulfill my life.
I still cannot believe how forward I was with CJ, asking him to dinner that night after we met in the parking lot. I was so tickled when he accepted. I didn't even mind it when he mentioned his uncle, as I wanted to see the possible future CJ as he advances in age. I enjoyed both of their company that night. Once I heard CJ's whole story, it dawned on me that his maturity is probably due to him growing up so quickly in his life after his parents were killed. I also give so much credit to UD for raising CJ so well in his formative years. After spending one dinner with CJ and UD, I knew that if any type of relationship developed between CJ and myself, I never want to interfere with the special bond that CJ and UD have.
Yes, that's right everyone, after one dinner and evening drinks with CJ, I knew I wanted a relationship with him. He's the sign I was waiting for, and I vowed to myself after he left my condo that night "I will have that man in my life on a permanent basis very soon."
Let's fast forward three months and reflect on what all has happened since June 6th. CJ and I have grown so much together. He reads me like an open book, and I'm getting better at picking up his signals. We've moved in together, living with our best friends, survived a family invasion, came clean with UD and survived condo renovations. I felt so drained after the Jasper Jeffers incident and seeing how much fear he brought to CJ. I did my best to be strong for CJ, but those five days took its toll on myself as well. I never thought about a television star being stalked, but realize now it can happen to anyone, anywhere, regardless of their job or status. I hope that I never have a disgruntled customer stalk me like Jeffers did to CJ.
CJ has enriched my life so much since I have met him. He's enlightened me with stimulating conversation, introduced me to so many people who I may have quickly written off if I were by myself and has brought us close to our new family and friends. He's literally the center of my world and everything I've always dreamed of in my partner for life. Sexually, he tops everything I have learned from other men. We easily get aroused being close to each other, and he stimulates me in so many ways that I have never experienced with someone else. I am so proud that he's agreed to become my husband. After he said yes to me yesterday, I wanted to go to the Skyway Bridge, climb to the top of it and announce to the whole bay area "CJ Skinner and I are going to be married!" We're great together, and I love him dearly for everything and everyone he has brought into my life.
Our love grows stronger each day, and the two of us have come to the realization that we want to be together for the rest of our life. I now have September 1, 2023 to add to my `know dates in Wally history' as the date when CJ and I proposed to each other in our own special way. I know that many people may consider a gravesite as a morbid place to propose to someone. However, for me it was my special place where I asked mom and dad to send me a sign. They did that for me, and I wanted to show them that I received their gift.
I still cannot believe what Bailey did to us with the ring boxes. CJ and I placed all four boxes in the sunglass holder on his jeep dashboard before leaving the cemetery yesterday. Every time I looked at all four of them, I cracked up. CJ looked at me the first time I broke out in laughter and said "let me guess, you're admiring those handsome ring boxes and thinking why did we both go to Bailey with our problem?" I told CJ that I went to Alex first and he sent me to Bailey. CJ thought for a minute and said "so, the chief and Bailey were in on this together?" I smiled and said "yes, I guess they were. Do you think I should disassemble all of them in case they stuck a small camera in one of them and are watching us now?" We both cracked up and I said "I'm glad he did it, because we needed our tears to turn into laughter today. Who knew that four small boxes were going to be an added trigger for our extreme happiness today?"
Our ride continued south from Ruskin and eventually we ended up in Bradenton. I took CJ on a number of back roads and we made a number of stops so I could show him spots of interest. I took him to several quiet spots I remember spending time at with grandpa. At one spot, we saw several manatees and CJ was thrilled. He could not believe how large they were, and was amazed at how gentle they appeared. I think we spent over 30 minutes at that spot just watching the manatees feeding off the river brush. He grabbed my hand and kissed it as we left. He said "thanks Wally for bringing me here today. I love seeing new things, and that is the first time I have ever seen a manatee in its natural habitat."
As we continued down the road, I just kept looking at CJ's profile and smiled as he was driving. He looked over at me and said "your smile says it all today my love." I cracked up at him and replied "I'm so in love with you and the person you are CJ. Everything we do together is so special to me. Even something small like seeing a manatee brings joy to you, and in turn I feel full of joy and love also." I then grabbed his hand, brought it to my lips and gave him a kiss on it. I then said "I love you baby, and before you say it, I love you more!"
Before we got to the bungalow, we stopped at a Publix and an ABC store for some supplies I knew we'd appreciate for our stay. After our stop on the mainland, I had CJ take the causeway over to Bradenton Beach. There was one more stop I needed to make at Mama Bette's Seafood Café. Mama Bette is a longtime friend of the family, and I made an order with her in advance for some of her special creations. I had CJ turn into her parking lot and said "one last stop before we get to the bungalow babe. Beware though, you will fall in love with Mama Bette. Once you taste some of her creations, you'll want UD and Jack to visit here also."
We walked in and before I knew it, I heard Mama Bette saying "there's my birthday boy Wally now! We have not missed a year together, have we Wally?" I smiled and said "no we haven't Mama Bette. It's so good to see you. I want to introduce you to my fiancée Mama Bette. This is CJ Skinner, and CJ this is Mama Bette." Mama Bette was shocked, and knew I was gay. She looked at me and said "when did this happen, and why are you just telling me now Wally? Come on CJ, I want to give Wally's squeeze a big hug." I cracked up as CJ was enveloped into the arms of Mama Bette. She looked at him and then said to me "Wally, you got yourself a real looker here. You watch out that some of those beach cuties don't try to steal him away from you!" I smiled and replied "no way Mama Bette. CJ and I are soulmates, and we proposed to each other this morning!" She gave both of us a big hug and kissed us both.
Mama Bette insisted we both sit down for a while, and enjoy an ice tea with her. She asked so many questions of CJ, as though she was wanting to know everything about him before giving her seal of approval. They hit it off great, and I knew I had her approval when she said "CJ, you take good care of my boy here, because I know he's going to take good care of you son. Let me go get everything sacked up for you. Now Wally, I threw you in my special tropical dump cake for your birthday cake and everything you ordered from me in advance. I also made you two a breakfast seafood casserole that I've been working into the menu. You two let me know what you think of it, and if it's missing any special seasonings for you two."
Mama Bette and CJ were the best of friends before our visit ended. She asked us to stop back in before we left the beach and she promised some special dishes for our trip home to St Pete Beach. Hugs and kisses were exchanged all around and Mama Bette said "you two have a good weekend, and fall more in love with each other!"
CJ and I loaded up the jeep with our sacks and began our final stretch down to the bungalow. CJ said "thanks for introducing me babe to Mama Bette. I was shocked when you called me your fiancée!" I smiled and said "well you are officially today, aren't you?" He cracked up at me and said "yeah Wally, I'm your squeeze officially today!" We shared a hearty laugh together, and I then explained to CJ how Mama Bette came to be such a good family friend and how she paid so much special attention to my grandpa in his later years.
I got CJ to the bungalow and told him "Let's unload everything first from the jeep. If we want, we can take a tour of the island after we get things settled inside. Eventually, we'll put the jeep in the garage so we can leave the top down all weekend."
After I opened the front door, I said to CJ "drop everything from your hands, and let's do this right." CJ had a puzzled look on his face, but did as I asked. I scooped him up in my arms, and carried him through the door threshold. After I got him inside, I kissed him for a few minutes. I broke the kiss, looked into his beautiful eyes and said "welcome to our beach place my love. This has always been my escape from the world, and I plan to share it with you now for the rest of our life together." CJ is such a sentimental guy. I did not mean to make him cry, but sure enough my verbiage drew some tears to his eyes. He kissed me and said "I love being anywhere with you my big muscle stud! Do you plan to carry me across the threshold every time we come here?" I looked back into his eyes, smiled and said "maybe a couple more special times. I don't think my back will last for every time we walk through this door." We both had a good laugh, and I kissed my man again before letting him get out of my arms.
CJ and I gathered up everything at the door and I took him to the kitchen first to put away the groceries. As we stepped into the kitchen, CJ looked all around and said to me "this is absolutely gorgeous Wally. I love the shiplap ceiling along with the cabinets, backsplash and stainless appliances." I smiled at CJ and said "first off, I'm so damned pleased to hear you say shiplap which indicates to me I don't need to tell you what it is. Second, be prepared for more shiplap in every room. Dad and I preserved it in each room where we could." CJ explained to me that he learned about shiplap from Aunt Sally. He said he's always admired it, and likes it better with more age in it.
We put the groceries away, and CJ was cracking up that Mama Bette had labeled each package with reheating instructions. I spoke up and said "yep, that's her special touch with all of her customers. Follow her directions to the letter, and no microwaves! That's her number one rule -- always use an oven to reheat her special creations."
I gave CJ a tour through the rest of the bungalow making sure I pointed out all of the special family trinkets to him. I also highlighted the special architecture characteristics that grandpa, dad and I have added through the years to the structure. He was in awe of every room, and said to me "Wally, I love this. It's so beautiful, warm and inspirational. When can we relocate here?" I laughed at him and said "it our new weekend getaway place CJ. Trust me, the daily drive to St Pete is not always fun. I like having the condo at St Pete Beach, but we can come here as often as you want to baby for our recharge time." CJ smiled and said "recharge time, holidays and our wedding?" I looked at him deep in his eyes, gave him a long passionate kiss and said "whatever you want my love. It's our place to enjoy as much as we want to."
CJ and I decided to stay in for the rest of the afternoon and evening at the bungalow. He moved the jeep into the garage, while I mixed up a batch of sunset pleasure for the two of us. We both changed into our swim suits while I warmed up some of Mama Bette's seafood sauce and spread it over tortilla chips for us.
We took our food and drinks and went down the path. It was a beautiful day on the beach, with a pleasant breeze embracing us as we sat down at the table and chairs. There was some shade being provided by the huge palm trees and everything was just as I wanted for the two of us. I poured us our traditional Friday happy hour drinks, and we chowed down on the delicious nachos with Mama Bette's sauce.
After we finished several drinks, we went out into the ocean and frolicked around. I was surprised that the beach was not more crowded for a holiday weekend. For us, it was perfect. There were no time pressures on us, no place we had to be and the world was revolving around the two of us. CJ looked at me and said "how about we go in and make love to each other? If we feel up to it afterword, we can come back out and watch the sunset together?" I smiled at him and said "you're reading my mind sweetheart."
There are two things that surprise me about CJ and our relationship. First, it does scare me on how connected we are to each other. We both think alike, and I swear we do have telepathic senses that keep us on the same page. The second item is the passion that CJ and I share. I no longer think of any quick fuck scenes. Every time that CJ and I make love, it's a new breathtaking, sensual and exciting adventure for me. I know we are soulmates, and I plan to make my future husband the happiest he can be in our lifetime ahead of us.
CJ and I spent several hours making passionate love together. We started out on the bed, and ended up in the shower together. I cannot tell you the amount of positive energy he emits to me and in turn I know I return it to him. It always amazes me of how I have grown. Previously in my twenties, I was satisfied with a quickie that lasted 30 minutes or less. For me now, each minute with CJ turns into hours of satisfying, energizing and pleasurable feelings that I know both of us feel and enjoy.
After our shower, we heated up some of Mama Bette's famous crab cakes, opened a bottle of wine and headed to the beach again. We had about one hour before sunset, and finished off our food and wine before climbing into the hammock. CJ wrapped his arms around me and settled in for the ending of our beautiful day. Just as the sun was touching the gulf, he looked at me and said "thank you Wally for making this the best day of my life. I love you so much and if you're in agreement, I'd like our wedding to take place here. I've always dreamed of a beach wedding at sunset, and I've fallen in love with this setting. I think it's because it's our first trip together and I cannot think of anyplace more special than this for our wedding vows to be said." Tears came to my eyes, and I looked intensely into CJ's eyes. I kissed him and said "I'd love for our wedding to be here CJ. As I have told you, this is my special place and now it's our special place. I love you baby."
CJ and I went back into the bungalow after sunset, and enjoyed more passionate love between each other. He drifted off to sleep in my arms, and I just cuddled and looked at his beautiful face for several hours. I cannot tell all of you what a difference CJ has made in my life. I feel complete now, and I know wherever our future adventures take us, we'll be happy, healthy and in love with each other.
I feel more energized this morning than I have in a long time. I know at some point my energy level will decline, but my CJ will be there to pick me up.
I hope he gets up soon, because I've already had five texts from Alex asking if we are engaged yet, and one from Ronny pleading with me to send a text soon to Alex to help calm him down. I chuckled to myself and vowed to wait for CJ to get up before sending them a text. I think given our news we have to share a phone call is more appropriate this morning. I hope Ronny survives this morning, and I know once we share the pictures of our rings with Alex, we'll be in store for a huge patio party when we return on Monday afternoon.
I love where I am at in my life. I have a handsome man whom I love dearly right by my side. We have great friends, and I am so excited about our future together. I'm happier than I have ever been in my life, and I know that from today on CJ and I are inseparable.