Ch. 11: When May We Strip Please

ONE WAY TO START MY ENGINE

You've got me at playing with my chest hair

Larry and I will be cruising the river in his beautifully restored Chris Craft Mahogany-Hulled Powerboat today. This powerboat catches more double take looks and men who’ve never drooled before, than you’d think! I’m not sure of its real age, but I don’t give a flying fuck, maybe floating fuck? It is beautiful, almost as beautiful as my buddy is naked! Sometimes I just run my hand over it’s beautiful finish to get a goose-bump thrill! I mean, you have to see and feel it in person, pictures only tell part of the thrill you feel.

Larry's kick-ass restored Chris Craft

There is one minor problem or situation when the boat is in the water, everyone wants to see it, gawk at it, or just want you to stop and talk about it. They’d more than likely love to board it too! Larry has developed the only cure for this, be the first to wave at the onlookers, and then goose the inboard engine, and get away fast. Otherwise, there would be little time left for cruising the river or lake. I’ve experienced this several times when I was in the Chris Craft with him, or when the wives were with us too.

Larry’s Cruiser has a bed and head (marine toilet), below deck, which I’ve only peeked at a few times. I never pushed the idea of using either. In the past, when it was just the two of us onboard, it was pee off the back of the boat, and not into the wind! Or, sometimes on a warm lake while we were stopped, we’d go check the prop, or pee directly in the water. That’s a unique feeling, the area around your middle gets all warm from the pee! It’s just another way of saying you are peeing on yourself too. (Do I have to mention that taking a shit while in the water, is a definite, don’t? Yeah, I didn’t think so.) I guess if you have to go, and there isn’t a marine toilet on board, you might consider propping your ass far off the back of the boat and hope for the best. I’d recommend that the boat be moving forward into the wind as well! And that there are no other boaters around you!

(Please note: I would not recommend this activity, unless it was absolutely dire! I guess that’s enough background for now, back to my story.)

Larry's King Ranch cowboy-cadillac

After our dalliance this morning, oh, it was a necessary dalliance, it restored us almost as good as his Chris Craft! Larry was busy attaching his King Ranch Cowboy Cadillac to the boat trailer while I made sure we had everything needed for the day, food, water, towels, extra clothes in case we need them. I always provide these things for him, and some gas money as well. I have been the guest on his cruiser, but today I want it to be more than guest!

(Hint? I’ve got designs on the below deck sleeping quarters and I’ll be the Bosun and help drop the anchor to get me there!)

LAUNCHING CHRIS CRAFT

Fortunately, we don’t live far from the boat launch site for the river, there are several launch sites, but they are miles apart. And good fortune is following us, because there’s no back up at the launch. Larry had me get into the cruiser before he backed down the ramp. He’s taught me how to steer and get the boat away from the ramp while he parks the truck and trailer. When I see him walking down the ramp, I know it’s time to pull up to the wharf area to get him onboard. Then it’s the ceremonious handing off of the wheel to him! I think there should be ceremonial music for this part, I’ll have to work on this for next time! Ha ha.

Perfect day, empty boat launch

Double fortune today, no one around to gawk over the cruiser, we can get out of the boat ramp area and onto the river quickly, yay! The day is gorgeous, the sun is shining and maybe it’s around 80°, which is perfect, not too hot or cold, pure delight for boating. I asked Larry if he knew of any little coves on the river, or if he knew of when the homes on the river would disappear. He laughed, and said, “You fucker, can’t wait to be alone with me, huh?” “Of course, shit-head,” my normal response style. He told me after the 5 MPH Zone where there are many homes and beaches, we can push the Powerboat to its max and put some serious acreage behind us. And, he thought there were a few fishing spots that could be considered, coves, however, there may be people fishing there. Well that was fairly good news. Because the route we are taking today is new for me, we’ve always headed South on the river, not North.

WHEN MAY WE STRIP PLEASE?
Once we were past the homes and were powering the boat, I yelled over to him, “do you think it’s safe or cool to strip?” He said, “I can’t spot any boats ahead, look behind us to see if we have any followers.” I did, but there was nothing close I thought. He said, “Go ahead and strip if you want, I can’t while I’m at the wheel. We’ll just keep vigilant because, the river may not be the best place to be naked around others.” So I did strip, it was easy, took just a second since I didn’t have much on anyway. And then, I got this brilliant idea, I told Larry to get off the Captain's Chair and stand at the wheel. I’m sure he knew what I had in mind to do. I got behind him and essentially “pantsed him.” As I was dressed, so was he, just thin shorts and tank top. Those shorts came of his hairy butt in a second, and I helped him remove the tank top too.

Okay, I can almost hear you yelling, what’s your obsession with his fucken hairy ass?! I wish I had a great answer for you, other than, if you keep reading, you’ll probably see it again, and again, and again! Hell, I might even post another picture of it too! I need to understand my obsession with it before I can stop. I personally do not have much, if any, hair on my butt, if there is any, it’s minor. Furthermore, if I did have a lot of butt hair it would more than likely look like the rest of my body hair, light brown and not coarse or curly. And then, I might want to wax it off!

LARRY IS A MASCULINE MAN

There’s only one type of male body hair that attracts me, and Larry is covered in it! His body hair runs from pure blonde to darker blonde, not long, but curly and dense, plus slightly wiry. His ass hair is his best asset, (ha ha, ass-et), pure blonde and feels great to touch. He is as masculine a man, as could be, and the mere sight of his naked body for me, is like attending a buffet of incredible man parts, with each part at the top of its game. If only those comments could apply to me and my parts! However, I’m so grateful that he has overlooked any and all of my shortcomings!

Perhaps, you might think I’m weird or crazy for saying this, I've always loved men with Dad Bods, way before I got my own, too! I don’t completely understand the big obsession with Washboard Abs, those lumpy, bumpy stomachs. Or, oversized muscles, too. Give me a soft belly to rest my head on. I can’t imagine resting my head on a hard-as-steel stomach with those bumpy abs! To be fair, I am a fan of some of the Bear types too, not grossly and overly fat, I fought my own body fat as a kid, I’m not comfortable around it at all. I’m sorry if I’m giving you too much information about myself in the story, but I’m half of the story-line I guess. And, I have access to my own feelings and memories, in other cases, I’m doing a lot of assuming until confirmed.

DID THEY SEE US NAKED? I HOPE SO!

Visualizing his naked ass waiting.

Amazingly, we only saw one another speedboat coming up from behind us, and it was flying mostly out of the water. I alerted Larry, and we quickly squatted down, looking as we had our Speedos on, as they flew by us. We had our hands way up waving and they did too, I couldn’t tell if they were dressed or naked, there were four of us total without shirts. That’s great, and then I notice another speedboat coming at us from the North. Once more, boat going at top speed and yet another big wake to navigate. We relaxed and didn’t give a shit if they saw us naked, what the fuck are they really going to see anyway. We are sitting down, our junk dangling between our legs and out of sight. Fuck it, maybe they’ll see some ass? The reality is that we have some serious wakes to ride over, no time to sight-see. And I’m right, I’m not even steering the boat and I don’t see a thing from the other boat as they fly by us. Too bad, I might have liked to see someone else naked! Ha, could be, I’m super horny fucker right now, and I have designs on that bed and I already can visualize his naked ass waiting on me below! “Hey Bro, where’s that cove? We almost there? Are you as fucken horny as me?” Said essentially like a little brat in the car asking, are we there yet! Annoying! So I’ll cool it for the next five minutes! Ha ha.

MY BRO TOLD ME TO COOL MY FUCKEN JETS

It seemed like an eternity before we found the first cove, but there were two small boats with men fishing there already, shit! So we move on, and the next cove was on the West side of the river, too bad, taken too! I’m about ready to jack off, I’m so fucken horny! My brother said to cool my jets, he remembered a good size tributary stream coming up on the East side of the river. It’s mouth is fairly wide as it enters the river, but too narrow to navigate beyond a couple hundred yards. And, since it’s very flat here, with just Tully Grasses, you can see if there’s any life up the stream.

It didn’t take long to reach the area mentioned and we were lucky, no one using the stream. So my expert Captain spun the cruiser around and backed into the mouth of the stream, and then a little further back to make sure no one else would drop anchor there. My fucking hero! I was so excited I jumped up and kissed him! I don’t think he was that impressed with me at that point, because he laughed and didn’t kiss me back!

HEY BOSUN, DROP ANCHOR

Anchors Away

He had me drop anchor, a great Bosun I am! I haven’t a fucking clue if I did it right, but I didn’t get yelled at as a dip shit! So I’ll take that a good thing. He said, the anchor didn’t have to go far to reach the bottom, and we shouldn’t drift into the main river, but we’ll be cautious. Now when it came to me, “Mister Johnny One Note,” I wanted to go below deck and do some serious stuff with my buddy, fortunately, he was ready too! Although, he did offer the chance to eat first, to which I told him, “There’s some serious tube steak I would love to munch on, and that he could eat something if he wanted.” He said, “Yup, I have my eye on some of that tube steak too!” I asked him if he’d give up some of his man juices for me, if I got hungry. And he spoke for both of us, “You bet you’re fucken ass, I will!”

MR. AVERAGE DICK, THAT’S ME

Mr. average dick at your service

I was so fucking horny, my cock was at full staff! For me, “Mr. Average Dick,” that’s six inches rock hard. There was no question where Larry's head and cock are right now, he was at his maximum size too. We are about the same length, but he manages to get his cock fatter than mine, a perfect prize for me, but it leaves me thinking he’s getting cheated with my every-man’s normal girth.

More and more, we are getting to a point where we are thinking alike at the same time! He stopped me with his hands on my shoulders to straight talk me, “buddy, I know from the many times you’ve made nice comments about my thick cock, that maybe you think I’m not happy with your junk.” And added, “I’m thinking you are feeling that way right now. Listen to me, and never forget what I have to say.” And then, while I held off my horns a bit longer, he told me something to remember for life.

SOMETHING TO REMEMBER FOR LIFE

“Marcus, I haven’t liked anything about my body ever, and that includes my too hairy and big Dad Bod, my ass is too big and hairy, my cock is too fat when hard and looks strange that way to me. I’ve hid my too big balls under a jungle of pubic hair, I’m not as tall as I’d like to be, and I’ve never been able to add good looking muscles to my body. There, I’ve said my say.” But then went on to say, “You have in a few years and lately, in a few weeks, negated everything I just said. You find positive in every negative I perceive about myself!”

I kept looking at him, and, I don’t know why, but the older I get, the easier it is for me to get sentimental and all misty-eyed. Larry noticed my eyes watering up, because we were both intently staring into each other’s eyes at the time. He went on to say, “When I see your eyes watering up lately, it makes me all jelly inside! No man or woman, not even my wife has made me feel better about myself than you have. Hell, I can’t wait to show you my hairy ass anytime you want to see it! The fact you think my body is cool looking all hairy is amazing, I’ve always been told I should get my body waxed, and that could be so painful, or if I shaved everything, it would take hours! No one, including myself, has ever made me feel good about any of that! I have a pretty normal-size grower cock, just like you; isn’t that fucken awesome? I will never feel inferior now about my junk, in any way again thanks to you, ever! You make me feel normal, and I thank you so fucking much!” I was so choked up with his comments, I could not speak, all I wanted to do was hug him and not let go, forever!

How can I top that, I can’t! Lately, he does the same for me, it’s only been a recently that we’ve gotten into deep-set feelings. It’s hard to forget, men don’t do feelings, especially, straight men.

Before we settled in for some below deck fun, I wanted him to hear something from deep inside me. So, I asked him, "Would you, could you, tell me some of the things you do like about me?" I don't really care if it's not very much, but something. And then I added, "Please, no ballbusting, not right now, some other time would be okay. Bro, in my whole life no one, and I do mean no one, has ever said the kind of things I've told you recently, to me. I so long to hear something nice or cool about me, something to make me feel good about myself, inside too! It would mean a lot coming from the one guy that I love and means the world to me, and, I'd like to feel all jelly inside too!"

Our journal continues in Chapter 12:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/04/ch-12-spoiler-unexpected-stuff-happens.html