Ch. 9: Finding My Balls Again

ALWAYS BALLBUSTING BROS, ALL THE TIME!

It's how I manage to face every day

This morning I woke up from a mainly sleep deprived night, my mind working out all the Bro scenarios available to me. My decision, confront Larry about his blowing me off since we came back home, (I could only wish that blowing meant something else!) I got dressed for action; I know it’s his day off, I’ve been counting the days. He gets one Friday off every other week. Today is that Friday! I’m determined to see him, so I marched over to his house next door.

I knocked on the front door, even though I have their house key, this is not the time to use it. His wife Ellen, answers and let’s me in and asks how I’ve been, and if I liked the getaway weekend with her husband. I have no idea if she knows anything, so I say it was great, love to do it again. She said, “Well maybe you guys should talk about it.” That was the best first sentence I could ever expect from her, obviously, nothing was said about the “odyssey,” that’s for fucken sure! Well, unless I’m being set up!

She asked if I’d like a cup of coffee, and I said, “sure, I haven’t had any yet.” She said she had a pot already on and she’d get me a cup, and asked if I still use cream, “Yup, still do!” She also said that Larry was still in bed, that she could go wake him up for me, I told her, "let me go wake his lazy ass up!" She laughed and said good luck, it’s his day off! So, I headed upstairs to their Master Bedroom to get him up.

Larry's personal-sized tent pole

She was right, he was still in bed asleep, with his personal-sized tent pole holding up the sheet covering him. I know he sleeps naked just like me, he mentioned it years ago; we are both always too hot and sweaty to be wearing clothes to bed, besides, I toss and turn so much, my fairly low hangers get all twisted up in the PJ’s. (I figured you ought to know that about me, ha ha.) So, I walked up to the bed quietly and then, thought about just going down on him and suck him awake, but then, what if he yells out something that’ll alert his wife?

I decided to grab his prominent tent pole from its base and attempted to jack him off while it was still covered up. But was shocked to feel how thick and hard it was, I’m sure I just gulped audibly! He was awake and said quietly to me, “Okay you fucker, thought I was asleep huh? I heard you downstairs talking to Ellen, so I quickly stiffened up my morning wood for you! I was really hoping you were headed up here.” To which I responded with, “I was planning on coming up here if you were still in bed, before I ever left my house! Besides that, have you been fucken holding out on me? Your morning wood today is like an Oak tree, not the Willow I played with a few weeks ago!” He laughed. "What do you mean, Willow! You had me at my best back then!" I laughed too, and said maybe I just needed this instant replay to remind me how hard you were!

The next thing I noticed was my buddy starting to move the sheet slowly down over his hairy chest and belly, yeah, I miss seeing his Dad Bod! Curiously, he only exposed his cock head being sure nothing else was uncovered, it was big, bigger than what I originally saw in the hospital long ago, and on our weekend recently. “Holy Shit, you gonna show me the rest of that, you fucker?” He smiled and shook his head NO! “At least, may I insert a big plastic straw in your pee hole?” He said laughing, “Fuck NO!” And then covered himself up again.

He turned the fuck around

He told me to turn around, he had to get out of bed to take his shower. My response, “What the fuck? We were all over each other’s naked bodies the whole weekend at the cabin. There’s nothing either one of us hasn’t seen or touched!” He said, “Well, it’s different now! Turn the fuck around, besides I’ve got to go pee, really bad too, so go downstairs!” From me, “Okay you shit-head, I’ll go but can I get another look at your cute hairy ass, before I leave?” He laughed again, and said, “Sure, you’re the only one who thinks my ass is worth looking at anyway! Ellen says it’s too hairy for her taste!” So, when he was in the doorway to the Master Bath, he showed off his hairy ass, and with the side light coming from the bathroom window, made his blonde body hair glow, holly fuck! I’m so horny right now! “Thanks, BRO!” I said with a noticeable bit of sarcasm. “See you downstairs, once you’re all covered up again!” I laughed to make him know, I’m okay.

He said before he disappeared into the bathroom, that he’d fill me in about everything over at the coffeehouse this morning. Then said, “Now, let me get a fucking shower and get dressed, okay?” Then added, “I know you’d love to join me, but that’s not gonna happen today!” We both laughed, and then said in tandem, “Fucken, Bummer, huh?” 

I must tell you, it still sounds odd hearing him say the word fuck in its many useful forms; he refused to do so in all the years I’ve known him and didn’t like it when I cursed. That is, until our trip together, but once there, he gave in and parroted my language, as study guide. Now I suspect it will always be a part of our bonding experiences!
(I want you to know this, he’s been the only man I’ve ever met, other than a Priest, that never swore, even the simplest words, like damn or hell! It always made me feel like the evil twin around his pious ass attitude.)

You should learn this, the word fuck is not a swear word, it’s perhaps one of the most interesting words in the English Language. It is the one magical word, which, just by its sound describes pain, pleasure, love, and hate! It can be used as a verb, adverb, noun, or adjective. Or, it just comes out of your mouth when it seems right! Haha, lately it’s a lot!

THE FUCKEN DEBRIEFING

Coffee with Ellen

Back downstairs, I drank my strong coffee with Ellen, while Larry was getting his shower; I told her it was a struggle getting him out of bed, and she said, “I told you so, didn’t I?” I laughed, she laughed, and we chatted about nothing until he came downstairs. I’m so happy inside that there’s nothing wrong with our relationship, at least for now. And then there is that, “I’ll tell you about it at the coffeehouse,” remark he made upstairs. I told myself not to worry, so far, it’s going about as good as it gets!

I told his wife that I needed him to take me to the Hardware Store in his King Ranch pickup truck this morning for something I couldn’t fit in my car, and then we will more than likely go to the coffeehouse, before coming back. She said, “Don’t be too long, he’s got some stuff to do for me.” I said, “Okay, we won’t be too long!” Behind her back, rolling his eyes as a petulant teenager, Larry gave up a phony smile to reserved his comments until inside the truck away from her ears!

Letting out a shit-storm

Now in his truck, away from scrutiny, he let out a shit-storm of complaints and irritations he's internalized, since returning from our weekend together. His new dynamic companion, “swearing and cursing,” got a workout worthy of the Retired Coastie that he is! Larry used combinations of swear words that I never heard or seen written together before; I might want to pick up some of them myself! I told him, holding back a laugh, “slow down I want to record some of these curses to use myself!” He stopped, looked directly and steadily into my eyes, and said, “How the fuck did I ever exist before you, brother? I fucken love you too much, way too much!” “Back at you, brother!” I replied. I told him to relax and tell me what is bothering him, because that’s what tight-brothers do for each other! There is nothing you can’t tell me, you must know that by now. And then I said that I love his new relationship with cursing! He continued with that look, and retorted, “You are totally, fucking, responsible for that; I used to be very innocent.” From me, “Ah ha, you reached way down low for a compliment, bless you my little shit-head brother!”

STILL BALL-BUSTING BROS

Hey brother, maybe we should go to Ace Hardware anyway since I told your wife I needed to go there. We can say they didn’t have what I needed, so we left for coffee. He said I often make sense for an old fart! “Hey, fuck you and your ass too! You’re no fucken Spring Chicken yourself!  You do know we are on both ends of 50, middle aged dudes that can still get it on, with Dad Bods that don’t know how to quit!” He said, “Yeah, I know, I’m just ballbusting ya!” To which I responded, “I thought we were going to stop doing that in private, and only do it in front of others we know!” “Whoops, I forgot, or, did, I?” “Yeah, right!” So, we spent some Bro time in Ace Hardware, snooping around, touching stuff, deciding if we needed it, putting it back down as too expensive. This went on for a while until I said, “I need coffee, don’t you? “Oh, yeah, let’s get the fuck outta here!” There goes the cursing again, I’m so proud of my little brother from another mother! 

Our fav coffee house to get together

So, we headed for a local Coffee House we like since they roast their own coffee beans, a little pricey, but well worth the cost. The nicest thing about the place, is the layout of chairs, couches, and private little alcoves to sit and talk with a cup of Joe! We found a quiet alcove to settle into and started to discuss the past couple of weeks.

Larry's To-Do List!

Larry covered most of the irritants of his to-do lists that never stop, as soon as one is done, another replaces it. But that wasn’t what either one of us wanted to talk about, you must know that if you’ve read this far. The man-cation weekend was wild abandonment, without rules other than no one gets physically hurt. The one thing we didn’t cover was mental hurt! I’m responsible for that and I’ll be the first to say so, see, I just did! 

BISEXUAL STRAIGHT GAY GUY
I’ve got a history of bi-sexual and gay fantasies, even some actual sour gone bad attempts at being gay. But I chose to live my life openly Straight, and there’s not a person I know of that would guess in a million years that I might be bi-sexual or gay. That is until a few weeks ago with my buddy. Oh yeah, and the assholes I tried to have sex with between marriages long ago.

I wanted all the trappings that go with being straight, a wife, children, grandchildren, and the freedom from gay bashing. I’ve seen that, and it’s fucking scary! My buddy, as I found out in our man-cation was abused and raped as a child. I never knew that, he covered it well with his homophobic front. The front that I hated so much, that is, until I knew why. However, our wild sexual ride began way before I was told about the abuse. Maybe as the older of the two of us I could have used some good sense? I don’t know, what the fuck do I know? I’ve never had to deal with anything as he’s had to deal with. It’s no fucking wonder that he became a bad ass biker, drunk, abuser of hard drugs, and whatever else he hasn’t told me about. What I do know and love about him, he’s worked his ass off fighting his addictions, and alcoholism, he goes to meetings and has been sober since before I met him several years ago! That’s what I find lovable and commendable about him. Furthermore, I won’t drink in front of him, I won’t smoke weed in front of him too. In fact, I hardly drink much any longer, and I haven’t smoked weed since I found out about his addiction, I love him too much to tempt him. When I first met him, I really wanted to smoke some weed together, I figured I’d get him to loosen up his nasty homophobia. I gave up on that shit!

THE DESPERATE NEED TO SHOW IT
Larry was excited about letting me know something important. He said it was something he wanted to show me. I told him it must be cool, I can’t wait to see what he has in mind. First, he had to go to the Men’s Room, that figures, men our age go to pee a lot! However, he added after a minute or two come into the bathroom too! And said, don’t worry about our coffee and stuff on the table, it will be okay to leave it there for a couple of minutes. I figured, I might need to go pee anyway, but why wait a couple of minutes, why together, men don’t do that in public, ladies do for safety reasons I figured.

Look at my fucken shaved balls!

So, after a couple of minutes, I left for the Men’s Room, which was not a private room, it has two stalls and two urinals, fairly typical unlocked restroom. I entered the Men’s Room and saw no one in there, then I heard, “is that you Marcus?” “Yes, it’s me.” “Come over to the stall next to the urinals.” “Okay.” He opened the stall door and pushed his jeans down, he didn’t have any underwear on. And said, “What do you think?” “About your thicker and better than my cock?” “No, you shit-head, look at my fucken balls!” Wow, he shaved the jungle of pubic hair off them! I told him, “Your balls look spectacular, and of course, bigger and better than mine, but wow, WOW, they look great!” He responded, “Thank You brother, I did it mainly for you, and I’m glad I did, because they are getting a lot of action at home too! And, as you said on the trip, they feel so awesome just to touch and play with. I never really spent any time or attention with my hairy balls, it was all about the cock! Now my cock looks longer and has two buddies to hang around! Haha!” And then I said, “Let me feel them, hold them, suck them!” He said, “Quickly, but I don’t think this is the place to suck them, but I’ll let you though, someplace safer! “Okay, for damn sure! Now, show me your hairy ass too!” He laughed hard, spun around and closed the stall door!

As I waited for my turn to leave the Men’s Room, I thought, you bet your blonde hairy ass we are going to talk about this, that’s for damn sure!

Behind the closed stall, Larry told me to wait for him to leave the Restroom first; so, go pee! And, he laughed our buddy laugh, I was missing that for a few weeks!

Our journal continues in Chapter 10:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/03/ch-10-alone-together.html