Ch 7: Buck Naked and Need to Leave
WAKEY WAKEY, DON’T PLAY WITH SNAKEY
Per normal for me, if I have an alarm set to get up, I’ll be awake before it goes off. Well, we don’t have clocks or iPhones to wake us up this morning, I didn’t need them.
I looked over and saw this big lump under the blankets still softly snoring.
So, I started to slowly pull the blankets off him, fortunately, it wasn’t as cold in the cabin as the other day. Probably because we had a good fire running in the potbelly during the night. There’s still a slight glow coming from the potbelly window. Anyway, as I uncovered my buddy, he turned over onto his back, stretched and had some impressive morning wood going on! He tried to reach for the covers but couldn’t find them because I moved them off to the floor.
He realized where he was and looked up at me and said, “Good morning buddy.” I replied the same, and said, “I like your swollen morning wood!” He looked down and said, “thanks, it’s one of my finest!” We both laughed heartily, that’s exactly the kind of relationship I’ve wanted from us all along. That’s being super comfortable in our skin and relationship with each other. Now when we hug, it will be from a whole new kind of relationship, I can’t wait to experience our future time together.
THE LAST PERFECT SHOWER FUCK
This is it, unless we go for round two before leave, this will be the last shower of the weekend, let’s make it perfect! It’s not just about the squeaky clean, it’s prep for the last perfect shower fucking, something we both can’t get enough of this weekend. I prepared for him to fuck me first, my ass loves his cock, and how he uses it! Well, I’ve known for years that I might be a great bottom, but I’m also versatile enough to handle both ends of the spectrum! It’s just that my ass hole is super sensitive to touch, it’s like having a second cock, it can get me off big time! My buddy likes fucking more than receiving, of that I’m pretty sure, but he has been very receptive to my cock in his ass as well. And that’s a good thing, because that’s where I’m headed after he finishes with me! When we’ve been fucking each other in the shower, it’s been from behind, it’s just easier when you have average length cocks. That’s okay, because on the bed we get very creative. I love looking at his handsome face and great body while I’m being serviced with his cock! And, I get to have my hands free to touch him or play with my own dick and balls. However, this morning, it’s shower fuck only, not enough time left in the day, besides I have plans that include one swollen cock to suck on before we get dressed. I bet he’ll want to suck on mine too! I’ll give him credit where it’s due, he knows how to fuck, and he’s an awesome cocksucker, and that’s a big fucking compliment! I’m pissed that for the several years we’ve been neighbors, best buds, brothers from other mothers, yet we’ve never once done anything but hug each other! What a waste of opportunity! Dip shits!
SUNDAY, TIME PACK IT UP AND LEAVE
We didn’t bring much with us for the weekend, we’re guys, what did you expect? I thought about bringing garbage bags to take out the trash. I don’t think there’s garbage pickup without a regular contract, and this cabin is so far off the main road, and a narrow winding one at that, a big garbage truck would have a hard time getting here. So, garbage goes back home with us.
I guess there’s a cleaning service that cares for the cabin, with sheets, blankets, and towels, because everything was very fresh for us. I also took note that there was a limited amount of cookware, dishes, cup, glasses, and utensils available in the kitchenette. We brought paper and plastic with us, I’d do the same again, who wants to do dishes anyway.
We did a run through the cabin to check everything because we are caring adult men, not rash children. We want to leave nothing but footprints, as the saying goes when you are out in Mother Nature's Home. Everything looks good inside and outside, so we got into the truck to head home.
GOING HOME WITH FUCKED UP FEELINGS
This is the last few hours we will be together and the last chance to talk about our weekend and how it might impact our ongoing relationship. I’ve got a couple of things on my mind to discuss with him, and there will never be a better private time to do it than right now.
The first thing I told him was important to me and to our future bromance.
I said to him the hours we spent together were the best hours I’ve ever spent with a guy in my life. “Thank you for accepting me, flaws and all, the way you did. I especially loved to function without the cringing homophobic comments you were quick to make over any little thing you think might be gay. Most of the time it’s just guy talk.”
He said, “Thank you, I guess. I’m not sure what you are referring to, but I’m sorry if I offended you. I never consciously tried to make you feel bad.” I said, “I accept your apology, even if you don’t know what you are apologizing about.” And I laughed, “Don’t sweat it! After the past couple of days, it makes up for years of what I’m talking about, in Aces!” “Now when I see you, it will be in a whole new light. We have cemented what it means to be a loving brother to one another.”
I said to him, “I’ve done a lot of talking about my feelings to you, I don’t want to hog all the time we have left today. Can you find the words to tell me how you feel about all of the things we did together the past couple of days? I know it will be hard for you, so don’t feel pressured by me.”
HIS ABUSED CHILDHOOD WAS HORRIFIC
He responded with just a few words, and he was choking up while talking. “First of all, it’s not going to be hard anymore. The past couple of days were epic and world-changing for me, and I guess for you too.” “Give me a minute to compose myself, okay?” “Of course,” I said!
After a few minutes of silence, and amazing for me, I kept my mouth shut while waiting. He found some words for me. It was startling to hear.
He started with some ancient history, he said he had been abused a few times in his life, and it started when he was a young boy. He said that he wasn’t ready to discuss all the horrible details yet, that this was the first time he ever told anyone about the abuse, and it’s me! Wow, I had no idea, no wonder he hid behind his homophobic comments, now I feel bad about saying I didn’t like to hear them from him. He was sobbing a bit; the memories were still hard to deal with. He did offer that he was raped among other acts against his will by people he trusted. I told him to cry and I’ll cry with him, I’m so, so feeling bad about what he had to grow up with. He did sob some, and I couldn’t hold back my tears. I told him to pull over and let’s get composed before we continue the drive home. I also told him, let me drive your truck, you need to work through this without the stress of driving. He pulled over, and I took the wheel for him.
I told him that we have the rest of our lives to work through this, I don’t want you to subjugate the happy times we had together. Let’s get the Bromance understood and where it’s headed. He agreed, that he has never liked to talk about his past abuse. I told him that that will change now, he has my full attention to help him sort through the shit. And we can take as long as he needs, considering he has kept it secret for decades and he chose me and this time to bring it up, I’m grateful to have been the pick as his safe guy.
I told him to put it out of his mind, for now, he’s got me to help him until forever. And take this time to tell me what he liked best about our time together and with all the nasty naked sex stuff that happened. He chuckled a bit and held back a little choke and stutter. And said, “I’d fuc… fucken love to talk about it with you!”
He started with, “Yes, I’m very aware of the homophobic comments I’ve made to you over the years, it was the only defense I had, I never meant to hurt you with them, I thought you’d take it as my regular ballbusting comments. I’m so sorry that it wasn’t taken that way.” I said, “Forget it forever, I never knew your secret! And, with that said, you fucker, why did you feel you couldn’t trust me with your secret burden? I’m pissed a little!” But then said, “I’m not pissed, we’re good.”
My Bro then let loose with a whole bunch of stuff that was a pleasure to hear. He said that I wasn’t the only one with a secret when we first met, I turned him on as well, but he didn’t know how to deal with it. He purposely stayed away from situations where he might be tempted to act on his feelings. What a waste of precious time! It took all these years to both admit we turned each other on!
He said that everything he did with me in the past couple of days, was something he always wanted to do but didn’t have the balls to act on it. Well, he wasn’t alone, his homophobic comments kept me at bay too! He said he loved how my shaved balls looked and felt in his mouth, and that he was disappointed that I wasn’t that happy about returning the favor. But he figured the jungle bush might have been at fault. He also loved when I fucked him and stayed inside of him, we are both on point here! And, he guessed that the reason we were so comfortable being naked together was because we both had "grower cocks" and will never look as cool as the "showers" in the world. Maybe that’s why it was easy, we shared so much of the same shit!
I told him that every time we hug in the future, that one of my hands might goose him, or if I’m lucky, reach down and cup his balls and try to get a grope of his dick! He laughed heartily and said, he was going to say that too! Talk about like minds!
Then I told him about that time on the hike and that flat rock where he worshiped my balls, taking one then the other, and then both, vacuumed finishing, it was so fucking awesome! Something that I never had experienced ever in my life and the fear of being hurt during the action was exciting too. I wanted so bad to return the favor. I tried to work it into the things I did with you, but it just wasn't as pleasant for me.
CLEARING THE JUNGLE BRUSH
There is a jungle-brush of hair you’ve cultivated over the decades down there, I thought I could get through the jungle to your impressive balls, at least what I can see of them. But found other ways to pleasure you. I was going to suggest that you let me trim the hedge if there were a razor and some scissors in the cabin. And then I thought, you can’t come back home with your balls shaved, how will you explain that to your wife? Oh, my buddy thought my hairy balls were gross, so I let him shave them for me! That’ll fly without grief for you, NOT!
So why don’t you work it into something you can let her do for you, I bet she’d love the clean balls as much as me. And then I’ll promise you a ball sucking to match what you did for me, and then a little more! What do you think? You got the balls to do this? He said, “I’ll think about it, maybe I could do it, I just don’t know if she’ll do it for me.” I told him if he used an electric body groomer, he could cut through the jungle before he used a razor on them. I also told him I use a battery-operated razor with 5 blades to shave my balls and cock hair, in the shower. After you shave your balls a few times the hair takes a very long time to grow back. Maybe I do it once or twice a year. Just be sure to use a good body Creme on your balls after the shave. And, after a shower you might want to use some baby powder on them, they’ll feel like a smooth baby’s butt!
PLANNING HOW WE CAN DO THIS AGAIN
I think the only way we’ll get back to this cabin alone again will require taking the wives on the next trip. Show them what it was like, however having only one small bed will be a problem and might make them wonder how we handled that. Maybe there’s a bigger cabin we can rent with two bedrooms? We could tell them there was plenty of privacy in the cabin, and perfect for two couples to stay comfortably. Then the time after that, the fishing, boating and hiking trip will be a guy’s thing once again.
GOING BACK HOME, QUEASY AND UPSET
The saddest part ever this weekend, seeing the house I belong in means the Odyssey is over! I want to hug and kiss him, and I know it’s not safe to do so here; my stomach is all queasy and upset. Why didn’t we spend more time saying our goodbyes, where it was safe? I know why, because we’d be getting naked all over again! Yeah, that’s one thing I’m gonna miss horribly, I loved staying naked with him for almost the whole weekend. I’d never think naked companionships would be the one thing I’d miss the most.
There’s no question that he tuned into my emotions just watching me as we arrived at my house. I’m convinced he was totally on board with me, and on his own volition at the lake and cabin. Now, there’s a real elephant in the room this time and it’s not Harold’s horse-cock that we dealt with on the lake. We’ve each lived a long life as straight men, and he perhaps, was the most vocal and convincing one at it too! At least I was aware of my life long attraction to certain types of men, the content of my fantasies appeared in dreams and daydreams forever it seems.
I kept quiet for a couple of minutes while staring into my brothers eyes, I don't think either one of us blinked one time, that is until my eyes got a little too watery, and my focus was blurring. I offered this up for discussion. "Do you know what was the scariest thing I did this weekend?" He said, "no, there's probably 100 things that it could be though!" I explained, "No, there's only one thing that made my heart beat so hard, that only the Country Music on the truck radio could drown out its sound!" He added, "I'm curious, what was it?"I told him it was after eating at the Black Bear Diner on the way to the cabin.
"I took the biggest risk of my life when I unzipped my fly and took out my dick and balls in front of you! You had every right to be offended by that and the unexpected scenario I put you into."
I remembered that you lightly joked about it and then followed my lead, and I was shocked, but delirious with anticipation. I never saw your whole dick before, other than in the hospital. I always wondered what came after that big cockhead of yours. It was well worth the wait! He laughed. And then I said to him, "Where was your head in that moment, did I turn you on with my risky moves, or did you come prepared for this kind of event?" He just sat there and listened without saying much of anything other than a few ahs and ums. Oh no, did the old Larry just show up again?
I could feel my heart speed up again thinking about where this questioning might end up! Then I asked him a couple of serious questions, "Larry, if I hadn't whipped it out, how do you think the weekend would have gone? Was there ever a chance that the weekend would end up exactly as it did?" He continued to stare back at me and in his curt way said, "Marcus, I love you to fucken death, now shut the hell up, and fist-bump me so I can go home and take a piss!" We were both laughed at the retort, and knew that a hug at this time would seriously melt us into one! And we can't have that play out in this neighborhood, can we?!"
But Larry, my brother, we've got some serious shit that needs to be dealt with, and soon! We cannot just bury everything that happened in the past couple of days, please don't!
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| Can you sense the feeling this is all going to end too soon |
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| Wakey-wakey, don't play with snakey! |
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| Morning wood |
THE LAST PERFECT SHOWER FUCK
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| Our last perfect shower |
SUNDAY, TIME PACK IT UP AND LEAVE
We didn’t bring much with us for the weekend, we’re guys, what did you expect? I thought about bringing garbage bags to take out the trash. I don’t think there’s garbage pickup without a regular contract, and this cabin is so far off the main road, and a narrow winding one at that, a big garbage truck would have a hard time getting here. So, garbage goes back home with us.
I guess there’s a cleaning service that cares for the cabin, with sheets, blankets, and towels, because everything was very fresh for us. I also took note that there was a limited amount of cookware, dishes, cup, glasses, and utensils available in the kitchenette. We brought paper and plastic with us, I’d do the same again, who wants to do dishes anyway.
We did a run through the cabin to check everything because we are caring adult men, not rash children. We want to leave nothing but footprints, as the saying goes when you are out in Mother Nature's Home. Everything looks good inside and outside, so we got into the truck to head home.
GOING HOME WITH FUCKED UP FEELINGS
This is the last few hours we will be together and the last chance to talk about our weekend and how it might impact our ongoing relationship. I’ve got a couple of things on my mind to discuss with him, and there will never be a better private time to do it than right now.
The first thing I told him was important to me and to our future bromance.
I said to him the hours we spent together were the best hours I’ve ever spent with a guy in my life. “Thank you for accepting me, flaws and all, the way you did. I especially loved to function without the cringing homophobic comments you were quick to make over any little thing you think might be gay. Most of the time it’s just guy talk.”
I said to him, “I’ve done a lot of talking about my feelings to you, I don’t want to hog all the time we have left today. Can you find the words to tell me how you feel about all of the things we did together the past couple of days? I know it will be hard for you, so don’t feel pressured by me.”
HIS ABUSED CHILDHOOD WAS HORRIFIC
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| His abuse was horrific |
After a few minutes of silence, and amazing for me, I kept my mouth shut while waiting. He found some words for me. It was startling to hear.
He started with some ancient history, he said he had been abused a few times in his life, and it started when he was a young boy. He said that he wasn’t ready to discuss all the horrible details yet, that this was the first time he ever told anyone about the abuse, and it’s me! Wow, I had no idea, no wonder he hid behind his homophobic comments, now I feel bad about saying I didn’t like to hear them from him. He was sobbing a bit; the memories were still hard to deal with. He did offer that he was raped among other acts against his will by people he trusted. I told him to cry and I’ll cry with him, I’m so, so feeling bad about what he had to grow up with. He did sob some, and I couldn’t hold back my tears. I told him to pull over and let’s get composed before we continue the drive home. I also told him, let me drive your truck, you need to work through this without the stress of driving. He pulled over, and I took the wheel for him.
I told him that we have the rest of our lives to work through this, I don’t want you to subjugate the happy times we had together. Let’s get the Bromance understood and where it’s headed. He agreed, that he has never liked to talk about his past abuse. I told him that that will change now, he has my full attention to help him sort through the shit. And we can take as long as he needs, considering he has kept it secret for decades and he chose me and this time to bring it up, I’m grateful to have been the pick as his safe guy.
I told him to put it out of his mind, for now, he’s got me to help him until forever. And take this time to tell me what he liked best about our time together and with all the nasty naked sex stuff that happened. He chuckled a bit and held back a little choke and stutter. And said, “I’d fuc… fucken love to talk about it with you!”
He started with, “Yes, I’m very aware of the homophobic comments I’ve made to you over the years, it was the only defense I had, I never meant to hurt you with them, I thought you’d take it as my regular ballbusting comments. I’m so sorry that it wasn’t taken that way.” I said, “Forget it forever, I never knew your secret! And, with that said, you fucker, why did you feel you couldn’t trust me with your secret burden? I’m pissed a little!” But then said, “I’m not pissed, we’re good.”
My Bro then let loose with a whole bunch of stuff that was a pleasure to hear. He said that I wasn’t the only one with a secret when we first met, I turned him on as well, but he didn’t know how to deal with it. He purposely stayed away from situations where he might be tempted to act on his feelings. What a waste of precious time! It took all these years to both admit we turned each other on!
He said that everything he did with me in the past couple of days, was something he always wanted to do but didn’t have the balls to act on it. Well, he wasn’t alone, his homophobic comments kept me at bay too! He said he loved how my shaved balls looked and felt in his mouth, and that he was disappointed that I wasn’t that happy about returning the favor. But he figured the jungle bush might have been at fault. He also loved when I fucked him and stayed inside of him, we are both on point here! And, he guessed that the reason we were so comfortable being naked together was because we both had "grower cocks" and will never look as cool as the "showers" in the world. Maybe that’s why it was easy, we shared so much of the same shit!
I told him that every time we hug in the future, that one of my hands might goose him, or if I’m lucky, reach down and cup his balls and try to get a grope of his dick! He laughed heartily and said, he was going to say that too! Talk about like minds!
Then I told him about that time on the hike and that flat rock where he worshiped my balls, taking one then the other, and then both, vacuumed finishing, it was so fucking awesome! Something that I never had experienced ever in my life and the fear of being hurt during the action was exciting too. I wanted so bad to return the favor. I tried to work it into the things I did with you, but it just wasn't as pleasant for me.
CLEARING THE JUNGLE BRUSH
There is a jungle-brush of hair you’ve cultivated over the decades down there, I thought I could get through the jungle to your impressive balls, at least what I can see of them. But found other ways to pleasure you. I was going to suggest that you let me trim the hedge if there were a razor and some scissors in the cabin. And then I thought, you can’t come back home with your balls shaved, how will you explain that to your wife? Oh, my buddy thought my hairy balls were gross, so I let him shave them for me! That’ll fly without grief for you, NOT!
So why don’t you work it into something you can let her do for you, I bet she’d love the clean balls as much as me. And then I’ll promise you a ball sucking to match what you did for me, and then a little more! What do you think? You got the balls to do this? He said, “I’ll think about it, maybe I could do it, I just don’t know if she’ll do it for me.” I told him if he used an electric body groomer, he could cut through the jungle before he used a razor on them. I also told him I use a battery-operated razor with 5 blades to shave my balls and cock hair, in the shower. After you shave your balls a few times the hair takes a very long time to grow back. Maybe I do it once or twice a year. Just be sure to use a good body Creme on your balls after the shave. And, after a shower you might want to use some baby powder on them, they’ll feel like a smooth baby’s butt!
PLANNING HOW WE CAN DO THIS AGAIN
I think the only way we’ll get back to this cabin alone again will require taking the wives on the next trip. Show them what it was like, however having only one small bed will be a problem and might make them wonder how we handled that. Maybe there’s a bigger cabin we can rent with two bedrooms? We could tell them there was plenty of privacy in the cabin, and perfect for two couples to stay comfortably. Then the time after that, the fishing, boating and hiking trip will be a guy’s thing once again.
GOING BACK HOME, QUEASY AND UPSET
The saddest part ever this weekend, seeing the house I belong in means the Odyssey is over! I want to hug and kiss him, and I know it’s not safe to do so here; my stomach is all queasy and upset. Why didn’t we spend more time saying our goodbyes, where it was safe? I know why, because we’d be getting naked all over again! Yeah, that’s one thing I’m gonna miss horribly, I loved staying naked with him for almost the whole weekend. I’d never think naked companionships would be the one thing I’d miss the most.
There’s no question that he tuned into my emotions just watching me as we arrived at my house. I’m convinced he was totally on board with me, and on his own volition at the lake and cabin. Now, there’s a real elephant in the room this time and it’s not Harold’s horse-cock that we dealt with on the lake. We’ve each lived a long life as straight men, and he perhaps, was the most vocal and convincing one at it too! At least I was aware of my life long attraction to certain types of men, the content of my fantasies appeared in dreams and daydreams forever it seems.
I kept quiet for a couple of minutes while staring into my brothers eyes, I don't think either one of us blinked one time, that is until my eyes got a little too watery, and my focus was blurring. I offered this up for discussion. "Do you know what was the scariest thing I did this weekend?" He said, "no, there's probably 100 things that it could be though!" I explained, "No, there's only one thing that made my heart beat so hard, that only the Country Music on the truck radio could drown out its sound!" He added, "I'm curious, what was it?"I told him it was after eating at the Black Bear Diner on the way to the cabin.
"I took the biggest risk of my life when I unzipped my fly and took out my dick and balls in front of you! You had every right to be offended by that and the unexpected scenario I put you into."
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| Remembering whipping it out |
I could feel my heart speed up again thinking about where this questioning might end up! Then I asked him a couple of serious questions, "Larry, if I hadn't whipped it out, how do you think the weekend would have gone? Was there ever a chance that the weekend would end up exactly as it did?" He continued to stare back at me and in his curt way said, "Marcus, I love you to fucken death, now shut the hell up, and fist-bump me so I can go home and take a piss!" We were both laughed at the retort, and knew that a hug at this time would seriously melt us into one! And we can't have that play out in this neighborhood, can we?!"
But Larry, my brother, we've got some serious shit that needs to be dealt with, and soon! We cannot just bury everything that happened in the past couple of days, please don't!
The short story wraps up in the Weekend Epilogue Update:
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I keep thinking how lucky you both were to be so in synch. Seems to me that usually, when two str8 guys experiment, one of them gets scared halfway through and says it was just a game, calls it off, and then will even say it's the other guy's "fault" it happened at all. You guys didn't have any of that BS at all--lucky bastards. :)
ReplyDeleteHi DirkC, you might call us lucky, but there were several years building to this stage, and several years that I considered myself just to be lucky to have a Bro I loved hanging with, even if it meant, the most I’d ever get was one of his wonderful hugs. As you have probably figured out reading this far, if I ever tried anything with him, he’d just bomb me with anti-gay slurs, I didn’t like being on the receiving end of those.
DeleteDirk, we never had to go through the grief you mentioned, but I have experienced that, many years before him though.
Marcus
Dear Marcus,
ReplyDeleteI have just started reading your story from the very beginning. I am intrigued. I'm 70 years old and until 6 years ago I didn't have the insight to admit to my inclinations. I am married and have two adult daughters. But I never ran into a buddy, although I had many friends who I would have loved to have sex with. But only once did I have the courage to ask and was rebuffed. In a friendly way, but rebuffed.
I am very curious how the story will develop, now that you have returned home from your first adventure in Chapter 7. When I realised that I was truly gay, I decided to come out to my wife and later to my kids and the rest of the family. It was surely the hardest thing I have ever done, but it has surely also set me free. My wife and family didn't reject me and I still live with them. I wonder what your fate has in store for you!
Good luck, Folk
Hi FolkH!
DeleteThanks so much for writing and telling us your story. This means the world to us, hearing from other guys facing what we are dealing with is so helpful. I hope more guys will do that for us, too.
I’ve talked to Larry about my need to communicate with guys older than us; I worry about growing older and not knowing what to expect. I hope to meet guys older than you, 80 and older, and hear their stories, too. I’m so happy to hear that your family accepted you as you are, you have no idea how warm and fuzzy that makes me feel.
Dear friend, you have read about how we made the change from coffee drinking neighbors to horny fuckers. Who, by the way, were about as green as they come. But we had fun learning. Today, since I’m responding to you in December, we have grown exponentially. There’s so much that has happened between us since chapter 7. I hope you get to read the rest of our continuing story and learn a lot more about us.
Just so you’ll know, after chapter 7 and the next posting, I decided to write about us in journal fashion. Now it’s a chronicle about us as time marches on.
Thanks for writing us, feel free to do so any time you wish. I post my email on the blog, too.
Marcus