Ch. 16 Waiting on Midnight

WAITING ON MIDNIGHT TO COME

I can't wait for more pool fun with my Bro Larry

Hey, my brothers in horniness, I left you on the last journal chapter waiting on my Midnight Connection with my Bro Larry, well that’s still hours off yet. I’m trying to get back to work after being with him, and I’m about to blow that off, I can’t get my mind off being with him! One thing for sure, I’m going to come up with a plan for separation, so I can get my head back into my office and get some shit done. I didn’t get to the position I hold by screwing around, (pun not intended). I hope Larry is not having too big a problem as well, he did take today off to get fucked by me! I mean, really? I can’t be that good, can I? Maybe? Nah! Haha.

If you want to know where my head is now, it’s one, not at work, and two, thinking about how I will set up being with him later tonight. Do I wait for him in the pool, maybe on the swing, or in the Family Room in honor of our first late night meeting? Remember, he flashed his cock and waved it at me through the sliding door window to the patio. That image is permanently burnt into my memory, no one will take that away from me! The first time in several years of asking him to join me for a late-night swim in my pool, and it finally fucking happened!

I’ve had a fantasy, for it’s seems like a million years, about living on a tropical island, (with very few people,) and they will be naked too! And then, just grow old with a long grey beard as a beachcomber. Now I must make an edit to my fantasy, I’ve made the connection of my life with my best buddy, so he’s got to be there too! That’ll be even better! I’m serious guys, I really have had this fantasy, and sometimes I use it when jacking off, but not so much now! I don’t need it anymore.

The fantasy makes some sense to me, since I’ve lived cloistered in my own mind regarding playing straight outside, and gay inside. That’s still the world I face away from Larry, and I bet for him too. My buddy is still very fragile on acting outside of his façade of being straight. I sometimes wonder if he’ll do an 180° on me one day, if he can’t handle playing straight, and acting bisexual with me. I hope he’ll come to me if that becomes a problem to try and work it out.

From some of our conversations, I really have come to believe, he had buried his gay side so deeply over the years, and maybe believing all his homophobic slurs, that he was straight, is straight, not just acting straight! And then here comes me, the trigger to unleash his buried gay side and releases everything to me, as if I cut the straps that bound his secret to the world. Hey, look at me playing armchair Psychiatrist! What the fuck do I know! Just trying to call up something from a Psych Class in College I guess! I’ve said it to myself and I even wrote about it, “what or who the fuck am I?” What’s bisexual or gay, and don’t even get me started on queer, I have no fucken idea what queer is! If you have a decent answer, email me, itsmarcusblog@gmail.com you don’t have to use the comments at the bottom of the chapters if you want to stay anonymous.

I’m serious, I’ve played it straight for so long, subjugated gay to fantasy, and now I’ve got to experience my buried homosexuality, with a man I love so much; whom I’ve secretly loved for over several years! Well, we’ve said, “I love you brother” often, but it was never taken as, “and, I want to fuck you brother!” I do so want to have deep conversations with my Bro on this one day when I think he can handle it better.

As you can see, I’m writing to you instead of working right now, and true to my form, doing it my way. I know you can’t see me, so I’ll fill you in. I’m on my deck outside my home office, sitting at my small deck table, I have a swim towel on the wooden deck chair to save my naked ass from getting a splinter I won’t be able to remove without help! Yup, I’m still naked yet! And, as I am writing this page of the journal on my iPad, I’m drinking iced tea I made with some lemon from my tree. I can do this not because I like parading around naked, (I really do), I just live in a private place away from onlookers. The mature landscaping does make the pool area very private, (not so much when we moved in here though!) I never wear a swimsuit in my pool unless there are friends in there with me. And, for several years that included, my Bro Larry too! What a fucking waste of precious time together! Huh?

I’ve said it a few times now, and I’m serious about this, the only reason Larry and I are so comfortable naked together, comes down to only one thing, and by now, you should know what I’m talking about. Plus, we will never ball bash ourselves over it too! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, when looking at your naked Bro, and seeing a mirror of yourself in return. Don’t get bored with me on this thing, if he was really hung, as I thought he might be, more than likely it would be Sayonara for me! Maybe, maybe not! He does like stuff about me that I don’t like, I guess there’s hope, huh?

Did you notice that once Larry’s gone from view, I don’t stop talking about him? I’m so fucking in love with him! Always have been, just never could say anything to anyone about it, even to him! But, if that breakthrough moment in his truck means anything, maybe we could have had this years ago. One of us, and that would be me, needed to find his balls, and take a chance on us! I don’t know, he was very convincing with his homophobic diatribe. I’d cringe every time I’d hear him gay bashing, and I was expected to agree. So, I’d say something as, “To each his own!” And then, change the subject. His comments hurt since I knew who I was inside, I only played straight. Now, I see he was even better at playing straight than me!

My wife is due home anytime now, so I headed back inside my office and put my boxers back on, I’m not in the mood to hear about how I waste too much time naked! Get some of her To-Do’s done for a change! I don’t think guys make To-Dos for their wives for a reason; they’d be sleeping on the fucken couch, if they did! We need a fucking Union for married men! However, she doesn’t mind me in boxers around the house, since I was going to wear them anyway. Since she is going to be seeing me in them all the time, she bought some she wanted me to be seen in; some in black and some in white, they are so silky I hardly know I have them on, even when I’m wearing pants or shorts. And, I just told you the white ones are very sexy, you can see right through them in bright light, (I know that now). She bought me several more of these than the black ones, I wonder why? Ha!

STOP THE PRESSES, ALERT, I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING 

I just remembered something out of the blue. Maybe about a year ago, regarding my new silky white boxers and Larry. He has caught me many times in all types of colored boxers over the years, that is, if he comes over through the back-office door. That’s no big deal any longer, but he has never caught me naked though, considering how much more time I’m that way around here! Anyway, I just received these awesome silky boxers from my wife, and I was wearing one of the white ones she liked. Larry just so happened to come over for a coffee visit during one of those first days I wore them. 

We were sitting on my deck, catching some rays and drinking some of my new Jamaican Blue Mountain Estate Coffee I purchased online, and were loving every sip of it! However, I noticed him do what I’d call, a double-take. He glanced over at my boxers, and then looked down on them again quickly, but said nothing. I was wondering if my dick had popped out of the fly! Nope, all is tucked away nicely, and forgot about that until right now! So now, I’m putting two and two together, and coming up with way more than four! 

I’ve mentioned you can see through the fabric easily in the bright sunlight. I didn’t know that back then! Maybe he caught a glimpse of my junk through them for the first time ever? I told you just being near him over the years gets my dick doing its grower thing! Maybe that’s why he thought I was big in the junk department? It just flashed over me right now, from over a year ago. I’m going to have to question him on this, I think he could fess up to it by now if it’s true! Alert 🚨 now over!

TIME IS STILL ON MY SIDE RIGHT NOW

I have some time left yet that I can write before I have to put the iPad away. I’m thinking something Larry said years ago, there I go again, talking about him! Anyway, he said I curse too much, and I use the “F” word a lot! Yeah? And your point? Ha, no I’m being flippant now. Please picture this, Larry is 52, I met him several years ago, making a prime mid-forty-four-year-old stud, and I just turned 49-years-old back then. He was a career Coasty, and then a bad-ass biker, used hard drugs, and was a nasty drunk. These are things he told me about himself before he committed himself to sobriety. And then, given his wicked background, he couldn’t use the word “fuck” in front of me, his Bro, now it was the fucken “F” word? Man, I’m like a fucken Altar Boy compared to him, and I learned how to talk with real men as a rebel teen. I’m a Combat Vet myself, I don’t talk about it ever, not since I’ve been back home. Please forget I brought it up here. I was going to erase this, but I’ve been very transparent with you, so I chose to leave it in. 

Well, since I opened this subject of “words,” I’ll say I refuse to curse in front of women, I’ve changed “fuck” to freaking, or ef’ing, and I recently started using the word “Shit” instead of crap, if I’ve heard them say it.  My wife has used the fuck word at times, but mostly as an angry word, and oh yeah, as a “fuck me” word, of course! I refuse to use words that belittle women or men, one reason why you don’t see me using them in the blog. When I’m in the company of men, I can swear with the best of them, I think it gets my cock a bit hard when doing it too! 🤣

I’m in my office now, finally got my desk chair back to the position I like for work, and I’m trying to think about work while at my desk, and I can’t at all! Today is my “sick day” I guess! What am I going to do, fire myself? Yeah right! I’m looking to an eventual retirement, not firement! Okay, so I’m not that funny! 

Might be a wish picture of me! Ya think!

So, I spin my big fat black leather chair around and I’m looking at the one empty corner of my office, and it brings back this morning. I’m slouched in my chair, leaning back in a non-work position and then, I look down into my lap, at my white silky boxers, and what do I see? A big mushroom cock head poking out of the fly! I’m getting a boner again! What am I, a fucken teenager? The fucking empty corner now has a new reason to be empty! And then, I quickly think, my wife comes home, sees my boner and wants to know why! I mean, there’s no hiding that beast in these boxers, and now my dick is fully through the fly, looking like a pole needing a flag! Fuck, double fuck! I don’t want to beat it off, there’s Midnight activity coming for that! So, I think, ditch the see through silky white boxers for some shorts that might cover the boner, and off to my closet I go to change. But, to be obnoxious about my predicament, I let my cock stay out of the fly and I looked down on it as a proud papa, watching it bounce while on my way there! God, I like me so much better now!

HERE COMES THE HARD-WORKING WIFE

(There was a few paragraphs about me as a Straight acting Bisexual and Gay guy married and trying to function as both men. If you are interested in reading, you can find it in the Back Story Ch. 16 Page section of the Blog listed at the top of the page.)

MIDNIGHT IS NOT HERE YET

So, I tucked the wife off into bed, tomorrow is another workday and she’ll be up early. It’s around 10:00pm now and there’s still a couple of hours before Larry will be here. Ah, find something to do, I didn’t want to sit in front of the TV, and I sure as shit don’t want to go to work in my office, so I’m thinking, I’ll go back to talking to you, my new brothers for a while, that is if it’s okay with you. Probably won’t be any very horny stuff though, sorry! Well, maybe, depends what I think about sharing with you.

I’ll start with, I’ve told you more secret stuff about me than I’ve ever told myself! It wasn’t my first plan though. I was going to try writing a short homoerotic story that was inspired my my almost wet dream about Larry and me. You know that by now. What you don’t know is how I’m writing this journal for us, yes, us! You and me, it gets me hot and off too! I hate to say this, at this point, my best fuck buddy in the world doesn’t know about the Blog yet or how big it’s gotten in just a few weeks. Larry is way deeper in the closet than I’ve ever been. He trusts me implicitly to have his back, that only he and I know of our trysts. He read some excerpts from the draft of the Prologue and some from chapter one as well. He thought it was hot but was concerned if our wives got hold of it, his life would be hell! I guaranteed the wives would never get access to the drafts. We changed the subject to safer topics for him, and we put the blog behind us. I did post it but kept him safe since you’ll notice I’m the guy who took chances, but lately that’s changing.

I’ve written a daily journal for years, my doctor said it was one way to keep memory loss at a minimum as I grew older. I never wrote much in there except for fun stuff that happened, maybe meeting friends for dinner or over Happy Hour Drinks. Moreover, since no one can get into my password protected journal, sometimes I’d write about me, even about jacking off or erotic dreams if I had them. I’ve never gone back to read anything I wrote, but know if I want to, I could. Well, that was certainly before Larry and the mancation!

Well, take it a giant step further, and you’ve got to know he’s been in my journal a lot more since that weekend together.  After reading what I wrote about us and what we did in my personal journal, I created a new journal blog, the one you are reading now. Guys, I don’t have to make stuff up to for you to read in the blog, there’s plenty to choose from every time we are together! Most of the time, I pick and choose what I think you might like to read about our horny get togethers, I think I get that right, often!

I write the chapters for you to read either out on my office deck, or seated at my office desk. I still use the iPad to write them but need to use my Windows 10 Laptop to post it to Blogger. I have virtually no Blogger editing tools that work on the iPad, (Thanks Google Blogger and Apple!). I just post my work to the Cloud and then download it to the Blog. It’s on the Laptop where I can place images into the story.

I try to make the images small enough not to burden your devices when reading my story. If any of you brothers out there have pictures that might be great for the story you are welcome to email them to me at itsmarcusblog@gmail.com  Let’s face it, I’m writing this journal for you as much as me, and one day Larry too! If you can add to the mutual horniness of the brothers, do it! I look forward to hearing from you as much as I look forward writing about the best four weeks so far of my life!

 Best Larry picture I found, oh well...

Okay, it’s getting close to midnight, bro time, but we are not there yet. I am writing this to keep me awake and hopefully super horny for him. A bit of info on us if you are searching your photos for me and the blog. Larry is 5’8” about 180 pounds by my guess only. A blonde all over hairy dude, light blonde hair on his head and intense blue eyes! I love his Dad Bod better than if he had his rippled abs again, he is very strong with a mature muscular body, like I said a Dad Bod!

I’m 5’10” about 220+ pounds now, was over 240 once, yeah sounds heavy but I carry it well. And I do work out weekly at the gym and swim daily in good weather, (not a problem in California). My hair color is naturally very light brown, but not blonde, and that means all over my body that has hair too. And, I have brown eyes. Larry and I sport full trimmed beards that started out in the same color as the rest of our body hair. Sorry if you expect back and butt hair on me, nope, never grew there. My Bro doesn’t have an area that’s not covered with his blonde curly hair, however, on him it’s a striking look and fucking sexy as all hell!

Oh, I've been asked what Nationality I am by you guys too. I'm a second generation Italian American. My Mother's family is from Naples, Italy and my Father's family is from Catania, Sicily. So I'm a fucken half breed! Ha! I take after the Northern Italy side in looks from my Mother, probably why my hair and body hair is light brown, not like Dad's blacker hair and olive tone skin. However, I tan very quickly and can get very dark too! Okay, now you know more about me than I do! 

I’m now getting my share of silver too

The one thing that I’ve never talked about yet, considering I’ve mentioned it several times, as mature men our once gorgeous beards in blonde and light brown, are no longer that way. We both have developed similar color patterns on our beards. Except, that I turned earlier than him. It started on the chin, the first gray hair, and then the mustache came next, after that it spread over to the sideburns. However, the temples started turning gray at the same time as our chins. Now even though there’s several years difference in our age, we both look alike with the graying of our beards. It does make the age difference a lot less noticeable, I guess. I never wanted to color my hair, I liked the silver look and it gives me that distinguished look perfect for my roll in the company! Larry is just a big hunk of hairy man with a gray almost platinum beard, he just looks better every day to me! We both haven’t gotten any gray elsewhere on our bodies, but I figure it’s on its way one day, I’ll embrace that too when it comes along. 

All this writing and it still not Midnight yet! I’ve written a lot today, maybe we should call it a day on the journal entry, and I’ll write about our meeting at midnight in tomorrow’s entry. I hope you don’t mind; besides the last thing I want him to find, is me writing about him just yet!

Good night my horny brothers, talk to you later. And, yes I can read your thoughts, my dick has been hard most of the time I’ve been writing to you, I hope yours is too! I like to visualize that about you!
Love you guys!

Marcus

Our journal continues in Chapter 17:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/04/ch-17-late-night-trysts.html