Ch. 8: How to Really Piss Me Off
WITHOUT CLOTHING AND WILD SEX
Time to come clean about the weekend, (yeah that’s gonna happen soon). However, we’ve had plenty of time to come up with some good stuff to publicly talk about. And, there’s no need to lie about anything, however, there’s no need to embellish anything as well. There was a load of fun stuff Larry and I did on our man-cation, that could have been done with clothing and no wild sex! Just so happens, it was the opposite!
Larry and I reported back to our wives all the normal and quite predictable stuff we did on the weekend. It didn’t take long to cover that before they both got bored and started up with their, to-do project lists for us; they both had lots of time to develop them for us, while we were gone. Oh joy!
Not making up lies, was covered with my buddy on the way home from the lake. We both knew that telling lies meant you must remember what they were too. We had a blast on the weekend, just so happens a lot of it was done without pants, or shirts, or underwear, you get the point, huh? Oh yeah, the wild sex, yeah, we can skip that part too! We are not lying to them about anything, just not adding content to the story.
Everything that we did at the lake was so fucking predictable, staying at the rustic cabin in the woods, the trail hiking and fishing on the lake, were so Bro bonding expectations. The only thing that elevated it to a whole level of WOW, for us was doing it naked as jaybirds, plus all that sucking and fucking stuff on the side. And then, how can I forget all that cool pissing fun we had there too, nope, can’t forget that!
The sex was so much of an unexpected bonus for us, come on, let’s get real! That was so spontaneous it fucking blew both of our minds! I fantasized/dreamed about times like this, but never in a million years expected it would ever happen with Larry and me. Plus, I still haven’t gotten the answer I’m anxiously looking for from him; after our junk exposure bit in the truck on the way up here, I’m thinking he might have come to the lake with some fantasies of his own, but he’s been tight-lipped and resistant to come clean with me. I have a plan to get to his bottom on this, (yup, that’s an intended pun), but I need to work on the details some more!
FUCK, I MISS OUR MAN-CATION
The first couple of days back home, I was busy working on my new To-Do’s and Must-Get-Shit-Done lists. And, I’m guessing that Larry had an even bigger list than mine, his wife has more practice coming up with those crazy lists of hers. That’s a quote from my man Larry himself, I don’t want to get in the middle of that, ever! I suspect our wives got together this past weekend to make sure we pay big time for our “man-cation” get-away. Figures!
It’s been several days since the “odyssey,” my former personal favorite term for our getaway weekend, although “man-cation” my new favorite, is something we can openly use in front of the wives, or anyone. As I’ve mentioned before, I live next door, only a few yards away from my buddy. Lately, he’s never around when I try to check on him. Maybe his job has him super busy? However, we left on Friday, one of his days off, so I can’t feature that he got behind on his work projects. His wife said his work hours have changed since he’s been back home, he’s been coming home much later than ever before. Or, maybe the longer he’s away from home, the less To-Dos he must do? Oh well, I maybe that’s all it is, I know I’ll be seeing him one day soon, and ask him.
While I was drinking my cup of coffee this morning, I decided to just text my Bro to see what he’s been up to lately. I figured he’d see the text and respond when he was free to text back. (I know what you might be thinking, call the fucking dude; you both have phones!) I never do though, I just talk to him in person when he’s home, sometimes over the fence, if we are both in our yards.
Our Coffee Time always gave us the opportunity to discuss stuff we didn’t feel comfortable talking to anyone else about. And, that included both of our wives. Most of the time, it was about our wives, ha! Seriously, 90% of the time it was about them and how they strived to drive us fucken crazy! But, if there’s a problem, it might just be a perceived problem in my mind, and what our relationship escalated to in just a couple of fateful days on the lake! If there’s a 90% chance of a problem, it may be that! I’ve got to get to the bottom of this, and none too soon!
I finally got the news I was waiting for, Larry agreed to meet me for coffee on his day off. He said there was something he wanted to tell me about, or was it show me? I don’t remember exactly right now but hearing from him and sounding like my old buddy, made me delirious with joy! Maybe the only thing wrong with us, is my fucked-up mind right now!
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| Caught me without my morning wood, no fear, there's a good reason! |
Time to come clean about the weekend, (yeah that’s gonna happen soon). However, we’ve had plenty of time to come up with some good stuff to publicly talk about. And, there’s no need to lie about anything, however, there’s no need to embellish anything as well. There was a load of fun stuff Larry and I did on our man-cation, that could have been done with clothing and no wild sex! Just so happens, it was the opposite!
Larry and I reported back to our wives all the normal and quite predictable stuff we did on the weekend. It didn’t take long to cover that before they both got bored and started up with their, to-do project lists for us; they both had lots of time to develop them for us, while we were gone. Oh joy!
Not making up lies, was covered with my buddy on the way home from the lake. We both knew that telling lies meant you must remember what they were too. We had a blast on the weekend, just so happens a lot of it was done without pants, or shirts, or underwear, you get the point, huh? Oh yeah, the wild sex, yeah, we can skip that part too! We are not lying to them about anything, just not adding content to the story.
Everything that we did at the lake was so fucking predictable, staying at the rustic cabin in the woods, the trail hiking and fishing on the lake, were so Bro bonding expectations. The only thing that elevated it to a whole level of WOW, for us was doing it naked as jaybirds, plus all that sucking and fucking stuff on the side. And then, how can I forget all that cool pissing fun we had there too, nope, can’t forget that!
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| The sex was an unexpected bonus |
The sex was so much of an unexpected bonus for us, come on, let’s get real! That was so spontaneous it fucking blew both of our minds! I fantasized/dreamed about times like this, but never in a million years expected it would ever happen with Larry and me. Plus, I still haven’t gotten the answer I’m anxiously looking for from him; after our junk exposure bit in the truck on the way up here, I’m thinking he might have come to the lake with some fantasies of his own, but he’s been tight-lipped and resistant to come clean with me. I have a plan to get to his bottom on this, (yup, that’s an intended pun), but I need to work on the details some more!
FUCK, I MISS OUR MAN-CATION
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| My To-Dos or To-Don'ts |
It’s been several days since the “odyssey,” my former personal favorite term for our getaway weekend, although “man-cation” my new favorite, is something we can openly use in front of the wives, or anyone. As I’ve mentioned before, I live next door, only a few yards away from my buddy. Lately, he’s never around when I try to check on him. Maybe his job has him super busy? However, we left on Friday, one of his days off, so I can’t feature that he got behind on his work projects. His wife said his work hours have changed since he’s been back home, he’s been coming home much later than ever before. Or, maybe the longer he’s away from home, the less To-Dos he must do? Oh well, I maybe that’s all it is, I know I’ll be seeing him one day soon, and ask him.
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| Coffee thinking time |
I’ve learned not to call him at work, because his boss gets livid when she sees any of her staff on their phones during business hours. I get that, it could get out of hand if there are no work rules, that make sense. So, I notice that my text was delivered, but not read yet. Probably means his sound is off, and or the boss is close by! No problem, I’ll check to see if he reads the text later today. And, of course, he hasn’t read it yet! Man!
So, I’m getting a little more concerned, and I’m tossing around the idea that we might have a personal problem between us now that we are “back to normal again.” I’m going to “shit-a-brick” if that is the case. I’m going to be so fucken mad at the both of us for not planning on how we move forward from the man-cation activities!
So, I’m getting a little more concerned, and I’m tossing around the idea that we might have a personal problem between us now that we are “back to normal again.” I’m going to “shit-a-brick” if that is the case. I’m going to be so fucken mad at the both of us for not planning on how we move forward from the man-cation activities!
IGNORE ME AT YOUR OWN PERIL
Larry has continued to ignore my few texts, and it’s pissing me off! I want to go over to his house, but I’m scared that I might say something weird to him in front of his wife to set off a chain of events that I won’t know how to control. Okay, I’m panicking over shit that may never be a problem, so, fucken stop it!
I’m also concerned to be saying anything at home about his ignoring me to bring up uncalled for concerns with my wife. Normally, my outings with Larry feature coffee a couple times a month, hanging out in his workshop garage shooting the shit with each other on the weekend. And, the few times all four of us would go out for dinner together.
On the surface, everything seems normal, what’s the big deal? I know inside my mind what the big deal is, and I’m terribly concerned that my buddy does so too. I’m more concerned about him though, he’s put the homophobic façade out front so often, now he might be struggling!
I must get it together, and right now! I need to find a quiet spot, free of distraction, and come up with a plan of action to help me, us out!
I’m also concerned to be saying anything at home about his ignoring me to bring up uncalled for concerns with my wife. Normally, my outings with Larry feature coffee a couple times a month, hanging out in his workshop garage shooting the shit with each other on the weekend. And, the few times all four of us would go out for dinner together.
On the surface, everything seems normal, what’s the big deal? I know inside my mind what the big deal is, and I’m terribly concerned that my buddy does so too. I’m more concerned about him though, he’s put the homophobic façade out front so often, now he might be struggling!
I must get it together, and right now! I need to find a quiet spot, free of distraction, and come up with a plan of action to help me, us out!
SO, MY SHIT-HEAD BRO IS TOO BUSY FOR ME
The only communication I’ve been successful at getting through to Larry, was about getting coffee. And, he responded back that’s he’s been too busy, and can’t get away right now! Yeah, that’s a big surprise!
Well, I’ve known him for several years, we’ve been tight buddies, for almost the same time. We hit it off immediately but couldn’t be more different, in so many ways. “They” do say opposites attract, just as magnets attract. Okay, so we’re different in some ways, but we do like being in each other’s company, that must count for something, right?
Inside my head is a fucken mess right now, what if this, what if that, what if I just stop fucken over-thinking, huh? Good luck with that! I’m taking all the responsibility for this problem, whether it’s real or imagined. That’s the big fucken problem, I don’t know if it’s an imagined or real situation.
I might have created this when I whipped out my cock and balls in the truck on that trip to the cabin. I was so fucking horny that morning just thinking about a weekend with my best bud, alone without rules, that is, if I had my way! Maybe if I had the time to jacked off, per usual, in the shower that morning, my horns would have been lowered! Other than the mess in my head right now, I’m so happy I didn’t jack off! The wildest fantasies of my life became real that weekend! The next problem, I must come up with new fantasies now, yeah, after I solve the current shit-storm in my head!
Well, I’ve known him for several years, we’ve been tight buddies, for almost the same time. We hit it off immediately but couldn’t be more different, in so many ways. “They” do say opposites attract, just as magnets attract. Okay, so we’re different in some ways, but we do like being in each other’s company, that must count for something, right?
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| Must stop over-thinking |
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| Instant replay, shown junk |
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| Coffee opportunities for bonding |
I finally got the news I was waiting for, Larry agreed to meet me for coffee on his day off. He said there was something he wanted to tell me about, or was it show me? I don’t remember exactly right now but hearing from him and sounding like my old buddy, made me delirious with joy! Maybe the only thing wrong with us, is my fucked-up mind right now!
Our journal continues in Chapter 9:
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