Ch. 4: Beyond Naked Midnight Memories
SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE LAKE CABIN
It’s the wee hours of Saturday morning, well beyond midnight, our cocks and asses haven’t seen this much activity in years! I’m very tired but don’t want to waste our time together sleeping! Come Sunday afternoon we will be headed home from our “Brokeback Lake Odyssey;” when will we get to do this again? We haven’t got a fucking clue, before despair settles in, we must come up with a workable plan before we leave.
Lying in bed, facing my buddy’s naked backside, I wrapped my left arm around his torso and spooned him. I really want to fuck him not rape him, but he refuses to wake up right now. My cock is hard and I could slip inside his ass easily, but he could wake up and cold-cock me too! I'll settle for my cock pressed against his hairy ass, it still feels good! I know one thing I can do that he won’t mind, suck his cock to wake him up. Now all I need to do is get him to turn over for me before I fall asleep!
Currently, my mind is racing through different scenarios that could play out in the next day and a half. I wonder if Larry is thinking about this too? Right now, I’m about to wack his ass for snoring so loudly! Son of a bitch, I wonder how his wife puts up with it! So here we are the first night together, and I’m finding fault with him! Stop it! Not this weekend!
I’m thinking, Larry has initiated some of the activities too, he’s not just a follower, or a me-too guy. I do what he wants, and he does what I want, and soon I feel our wants will be in tandem. We are having the fucking time of our lives right now. Two outwardly straight looking and living guys, now living 'La Vida Loca' the crazy life for the weekend.
We will return to our 'normal' lives soon; only we should know how we delved into our secret fantasies and found the bond that ties us together. Or something like that, we will figure this out somehow. Maybe we’ll know more before we go home Sunday? However, we need an agreed upon cover story that securely seals our odyssey to just us.
OUR BODIES ARE EXHAUSTED
Our day and evening was with filled with exhausting activities, I’m thinking what next? Maybe due to our respective ages, a good rest is in order. I’m just afraid what if it’s over, we’ve done it all and now we will revert to our former ways. I don’t want to do that yet, I’m sure there’s more to discover about ourselves. But I can’t sleep! My mind is running at 100 MPH, what about this, what about that, what if that’s all there is? What if there’s a backlash and he tried to bury everything that has transpired as just crazy shit that never happened and doesn’t want to acknowledge any of it! That’s the man I’m afraid of, I hope he never shows up again, and my new and improved bro is the one I live my future with from time to time.
STOP FIGHTING THE NEED FOR SLEEP!
Since my buddy is still snoring loudly, I stopped feeling sorry for him being so damn tired. I thought, let him sleep, we will need the energy for the morning. Then I thought, fuck that! He needs to be awake too! On the plus side, I was enjoying the view he’s been providing me, sleeping naked atop the bed linens.
He has such a great body, not that muscular with a lumpy-bumpy torso at all. He has a real young 'dad bod,' just the kind I appreciate seeing. I’d rather lay my head on his soft belly than some rock-hard abs any day. He just rolled over onto his back and I can see that his dick is limp, nothing like it’s been today, his two hairy balls are still a treat to view, sitting behind his cock ready to perform when necessary. It’s giving me a queasy stomach since I want to touch him so bad. I don’t want to disturb the view, but at one point maybe I’ll say fuck it, I’m going in for some fun. Well, that’s what my little brain tells me, but my love for him says, maybe just cover his naked body and snuggle up with him, then catch some sleep myself. So that’s what I decided to do because I love him that much! What a nice dude I am, huh? Dumb shit!
THINKING ABOUT MEETING MY BRO FOR THE FIRST TIME
Sometime later, maybe a couple of weeks, I got to meet him and his wife. He was gorgeous, a 'man’s-man' on looks, the kind of looks men have no problem saying, that’s a handsome guy, and still feel manly after saying that. Something like how men reacted to the actors Tom Selleck as Magnum PI decades ago or Sean Connery as 007, straight men can get behind these guys, love them and still feel straight! Nothing gay about that! Yeah, that’s what I felt about my future buddy. (In case you didn't catch any of that, that was my version of a straight acting dude, reminiscing about a dude.)
IT’S ALL ABOUT THE HUG!
He knows that I swim naked when by myself, because I told him so, and he’s good with that, well for me, maybe not so much for him! I thought selfishly, what a great time to get to the next level with him, naked together, now that’s bonding! Well, he always had a good excuse to not come for those late-night swims.
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| The lakeside cabin after sundown |
It’s the wee hours of Saturday morning, well beyond midnight, our cocks and asses haven’t seen this much activity in years! I’m very tired but don’t want to waste our time together sleeping! Come Sunday afternoon we will be headed home from our “Brokeback Lake Odyssey;” when will we get to do this again? We haven’t got a fucking clue, before despair settles in, we must come up with a workable plan before we leave.
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| Wrapping myself around my bro |
Currently, my mind is racing through different scenarios that could play out in the next day and a half. I wonder if Larry is thinking about this too? Right now, I’m about to wack his ass for snoring so loudly! Son of a bitch, I wonder how his wife puts up with it! So here we are the first night together, and I’m finding fault with him! Stop it! Not this weekend!
I’m thinking, Larry has initiated some of the activities too, he’s not just a follower, or a me-too guy. I do what he wants, and he does what I want, and soon I feel our wants will be in tandem. We are having the fucking time of our lives right now. Two outwardly straight looking and living guys, now living 'La Vida Loca' the crazy life for the weekend.
We will return to our 'normal' lives soon; only we should know how we delved into our secret fantasies and found the bond that ties us together. Or something like that, we will figure this out somehow. Maybe we’ll know more before we go home Sunday? However, we need an agreed upon cover story that securely seals our odyssey to just us.
OUR BODIES ARE EXHAUSTED
Our day and evening was with filled with exhausting activities, I’m thinking what next? Maybe due to our respective ages, a good rest is in order. I’m just afraid what if it’s over, we’ve done it all and now we will revert to our former ways. I don’t want to do that yet, I’m sure there’s more to discover about ourselves. But I can’t sleep! My mind is running at 100 MPH, what about this, what about that, what if that’s all there is? What if there’s a backlash and he tried to bury everything that has transpired as just crazy shit that never happened and doesn’t want to acknowledge any of it! That’s the man I’m afraid of, I hope he never shows up again, and my new and improved bro is the one I live my future with from time to time.
STOP FIGHTING THE NEED FOR SLEEP!
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| Enjoying the view of my sleeping bro |
He has such a great body, not that muscular with a lumpy-bumpy torso at all. He has a real young 'dad bod,' just the kind I appreciate seeing. I’d rather lay my head on his soft belly than some rock-hard abs any day. He just rolled over onto his back and I can see that his dick is limp, nothing like it’s been today, his two hairy balls are still a treat to view, sitting behind his cock ready to perform when necessary. It’s giving me a queasy stomach since I want to touch him so bad. I don’t want to disturb the view, but at one point maybe I’ll say fuck it, I’m going in for some fun. Well, that’s what my little brain tells me, but my love for him says, maybe just cover his naked body and snuggle up with him, then catch some sleep myself. So that’s what I decided to do because I love him that much! What a nice dude I am, huh? Dumb shit!
THINKING ABOUT MEETING MY BRO FOR THE FIRST TIME
I’m still sleepless and thinking back when I saw my buddy for the first time.
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| Gorgeous, 'Man's-Man' on looks |
It didn’t take me long before I asked him if he’d like to go get coffee and get to know each other, after all, he’s my next-door neighbor now. Of course, he agreed, and we started to have coffee together every other week on his day off. His wife didn’t always have the same days off, so our coffee time didn’t really conflict with her time with him.
Oh, there’s a ton of stuff we learned about each other, maybe for another a chapter just about him? But, something more important happened early on in our meeting. When I’m in his presence, there’s a powerful feeling like I know him much more than anyone else I know. It’s like we lived in a former life as brothers, not just brothers, maybe twin brothers. It’s strange too, the bond is strong and I’m pretty sure he feels something strange too. I haven’t discussed this feeling with him since it’s bizarre, and easy to 'poo-poo' it off as screwy thinking. But I will one day when I feel the time is right.
On the first introductory meeting is was just about Social Niceties but it ended with a hug, he hugged me! I never hugged any guy before, yet when we hugged, I felt something strangely right about it.
Now we hug on meeting and leaving each other every time. The hugs are usually longer than you’d expect, and our heads firmly touch in the hug. Okay, maybe he’s just a serial hugger, Nah I don’t think so. Its evident hugging is quite central to our bond as bros!
Within the first two or three coffee dates, I firmly wanted to know every little thing about him, about his growing up, his time in the Coast Guard, as a badass biker, everything you could ask without being considered a nosey pain in the ass. I told him some stuff about me, but my desire to learn was stronger than his.
I want to know what makes our Bro bond tick, and I wanted to be totally free to be as naked with him as possible, both physically and mentally. After a few coffee meetings and a few times in my pool with the wives, and sometimes the grandkids, I asked him to come over for a late-night swim sometime, just the two of us.
LATE NIGHT BONDING REQUESTED
My yard at night is gorgeous, beautiful garden lighting, and the pool also has a bright blue light too. Although, I’d keep the pool light off since it attracts night flying bugs and leaves nothing to the imagination for possible onlookers.
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| A much younger me leaving my pool |
One thing that bothered me the most about him early on was his flagrant homophobia, if the subject ever got close to sexual, even just using male language as the word fuck in regular sentences, he’d get defensive and publicly said things like, “I don’t fly that way, and I don’t like it when you use the word fuck!” It annoyed me to no end because it made me feel despicably abnormal. I bet he complains to cover any homosexual feelings he might have internally. But I still love him despite all that! (Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment!)
The story continues in Chapter 5:
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