Ch. 18 This is Way Better than Dessert

DID WE BLOW IT? I HOPE NOT!

Going in for the unguarded kiss

I’d like to clear up something from the end of Chapter 17 that I posted a couple of days ago.

My new brother Cat, from Texas, noticed that I left you guys mostly in the dark as to why Larry was so upset and caused me to be equally upset to the point of leaving you hanging. Hanging is okay as a cliffhanger, but you need some resolution on the next reading! 

My excuse? Life got in the way! B.S., huh? Nope, it’s called the weekend, my ongoing To-Do List, and a ‘Holiday Dinner’ out with the four of us. Plus, stir in a curious wife wondering why I’m spending so much time writing on my iPad. (Don’t even ask what I told her, you may not believe it anyway, however, it’s working so far!) Hopefully, the paragraph below will catch you up on us. One more thing, I try to keep the journal in real time as often as I can. That pesky thing called work, earning a buck, just gets in the fucking way so much! 
 
My poor babe’s perceived problems have been mounting for days now. Dealing with his now active bisexuality; a pending new construction build that could last for months, that will separate us; sneaking the late night naked pool time with me; and then, his new found love affair with, yours truly! Mix that all up nicely with a holiday dinner out for all four of us, that’s making him paranoid that he might be walking into an ambush from our wives! 
 
Maybe now you’ll understand a little better what he is going through. His world, the one that he has barricaded himself in for decades, could implode, and he knows it! My role in this, calm him down and be there for him at all times. I hope this helps. The journal entry for last weekend starts next.

MY LIFE JUST GOT BETTER ONCE AGAIN 

Yesterday Larry came over to help me move some old furniture out to the garage for donation next week. We are getting some new family room furniture delivered soon; its time to replace it, I guess. My wife says I manufacture dirt wherever I sit, plus my chair is worn-out looking and embarrassing! But it fits my ass just fine! Now I’ll have to break in a whole new chair! I mean that could take hours! Ha!

I met Larry in the garage before we went inside to get the old couch and chairs. I left the garage door open for him to enter that way, so I could see him first thing. I’m getting braver and riskier with him, sometimes he seems to approve of that too! Anyway, I didn’t have to wait very long for him. I went in for my hug but stepped a little to the left of him which allowed my right hand to grab onto his junk for a quick feel. I could tell immediately that he was going commando again; he was wearing, what I think they call Board Shorts style swimwear.

Here’s another secret, we both do the same thing to our swimwear, but only found out about it chatting one day in my pool. We both cut out the netting inside that’s supposed to hold our junk from falling out, I guess. All it does is grab onto our pubic hair and pull it and make our balls itch! So, we’ve been removing it as soon as we get one home from the store. What’s interesting about that tidbit of trivia, is that info was discussed years before, during his most homophobic period, when we were just Bros without benefits! Any of you guys rip out the netting of your swimwear?

So that’s how I got a great feel of his junk! I beat him to the punch, but he didn’t try anything with me. Sad, but oh well, I’ll forgive him! But, more importantly it got his attention because we’ve got to talk about dinner out with the wives tomorrow. I said, after we move the furniture, let’s go get some coffee and a plan to follow! I guess my comments triggered a panic button in his gut, whoops, I didn’t factor in a Larry panic attack! I told him to calm down, we’ve got this! It will be just like always! He just looked at me and said, “Really?” "Sure, don’t worry, let’s talk over coffee." He did say that coffee might be a stretch since his wife had plans for them this morning. I said that’s not a problem, we can talk while moving the stuff into the garage.

I swear the sweat just broke out on his head after I mentioned dinner with the wives. I’m thinking, come on Larry, we’ve been going out as a foursome for years, we are all best friends, surely you can call up the feelings you’ve had for us over the years. No one suspects anything, and you’ve been the biggest homophobic pain in the ass for as long as I’ve known you! But I don’t think that helped him at all.

The chairs came out to the garage very quickly, but that fucking couch was a bitch! How the fuck did it gets into the house in the first place! We had to virtually disassemble the thing to get it through the door to the garage! I hope the charity we are donating it to will not reject the couch in pieces! It’s too big for the trash bins! It was funny listening to my buddy swear over the damn couch, it’s a good thing I taught him to curse, otherwise, he might have blown a gasket without the release of swearing! I was going to type a couple of ha ha’s here, but I won’t, it was stressful for both of us! Anyway, he was indispensable this morning getting the room cleared out. It’s warm out today, so we were both sweating big time, over this thing badly. I think we both have a new respect for delivery and setup guys that we never realized before! So, if you happen to be one of these guys reading my blog postings, bless your fucken hearts, you guys rock!

Once everything was placed into the garage, and we calmed down some, I gave him a hug, let’s call that a wet hug, we sweated through our clothes until they were wringing wet! I told you some time ago that we both sleep naked because we sweat too much. Today we could have used clothes made from towels! But while I had him in the wet hold, I whispered into his ear that I loved him sweaty and all, and that I missed being with him. He turned his head and kissed me, and never looked to see if we were alone. That could have gone very wrong because a minute later, my wife came out into the garage to see how the move went and where we put the furniture. Where we put it was, where MY car goes, I should have put it where my wife parks her car, for all the work she made us do. But I’m a sweetheart, you know, that right? Yup, you’d be fucken right! Now I can type, ha ha!

She turned around after thanking us for moving the furniture and said we did a great job! Ya, because my car gets to park outside for several days! Grrrr! I baby my car too much I guess, it’s a guy thing.

When the garage was cleared of any 'danger,' Larry grabbed my balls like I did to him, and he found out, commando was the order of the day, okay, every day! And pulled me into a bigger kiss and said, “I bet you’d love to be in the shower with me huh? Well, that ain’t gonna happen,” and laughed! The little fucker! Such a tease!

I told him about tomorrow, just slide back into your obnoxious gay bashing roll with those uncalled-for pointed jabs at 'those guys!' He looked hurt that I’d say that considering how he’s changed because of the new us. I said, don’t listen to me, just make the girls do all the talking, and we can talk about work! I couldn’t help it but laugh. He said, “And you just fucken laugh, huh? This could be serious!” And I told him, “Yes it could if he continued to behave like he’s doing right now!”

I took the 'Bull by the Horns' with him, “Listen to me you little fucker, you are going out for coffee with me in a couple of hours! You have no choice in the matter, nor does Ellen, so get your ass in gear, get your chores done, and I’ll pick up up in two hours! No fucken buts about it, now get the fuck out of here! We’ve got some serious shit to talk about! And, by the way, get a fucking shower, you stink!” And then I looked down at his pants, you know the very thin swimwear, and told him to do something about his growing boner too! I got an “Oh shit” from him and then he said, “See what you do to me?” And then he looked at me and asked, “What was my plan for the growing bulge in my pants!” “Well babe, we both passed by a guest bathroom on the way out to the garage!” You guys must know where my fucking horny mind is all the time by now, right! So, how’s that for 'Bull by the Horns' shit? Pretty good huh? You think I was too mean? He did stink, or was it me? Maybe it was me, I better get into the shower, besides I’ve got a boner to take care of too!

Fortunately, every bathroom in our house is a full bath, the one we passed by is a shower only, no tub. That’s fine with me! There’s a small closet in each bathroom that holds towels, toilet paper, you know everything you might need. So, after Larry headed home, I took a shower in the guest bath, a good thing since he warned me about my growing member, I didn’t have to run into my wife on the way to the master bedroom. 

Well, if the wife was gone, my buddy and I could have cleaned up here. Unfortunately, this is one of the smaller bathrooms in the house, and that includes the shower size too. It’s great for one, but not so much for two. I don’t have any clean clothes here, but I’ll just wrap a towel around me to get to my closet. You know, I’ve been known to go naked in the house, especially if I’ve been in the pool that way, but I’ll have to see how I feel about that after my shower is finished.

Speaking of finished, my dick is not! So, I soaped up to get the stink off, but my dick was asking for his pal! If you listen very closely, you’d hear it call, “Larry, where are you? Why have you forsaken me? You know I’m in here alone with my horny boner, right?” My dick was right, once I had my Bro in my mind, my dick got abused! Just the short time he was here my head gets filled with him. As

Stroking and soaping up myself

I was stroking my soapy dick, my head was filled with him and the way he looks at me now. His intense blue eyes are mesmerizing, and that he never looks away or down when we are talking might make some people nervous. I find it makes my dick harder, I kept stroking my dick slowly, and imagined it was him I was stroking until I felt myself get close to cumming. I stopped stroking myself, and just continued washing myself. I didn’t purposely visualize him; I was turning into him. As I was washing my legs, it was his legs, my hand spent time on my thighs getting very close to my balls, and as I brushed by them, it was his balls. This kept up on every part of my body, but as I reached behind to soap up my ass, you have it, it was his ass and that all my body could take, I shot a load of cum and I wasn’t even touching my dick! Wow, that’s a new one, when he gets into my head, it’s like he takes over everything. I wonder if he has experience anything like this. I didn’t expect to cum when I did and it just so happened that I was facing the glass shower door, so I got to see exactly how much I gave up. I was fucken impressed with myself, and now I better clean up my mess before I get caught! 

I’ve got a birthday coming in June, yup I’m a Gemini, whatever that means. And, I’ll turn 57, I used to think the closer I get to 60 it’s all going to come to an end. Key point, I used to think. After Larry and I connected as lovers, my head is rejecting everything I used to think about getting older. I’m still a few years older than him, and in three years I’ll be in a new decade, sounding even older. Yes, I think about that all the time, yet I married younger women than me without giving it a moment thought. Why do I worry about him this way? I don’t know, maybe I’m scared he won’t love me if I get too old. But he makes me feel like a kid again, and he isn’t that much younger. I know this is probably crazy talk, after all, just daydreaming about him just made me cum without touching my dick! How is that even possible? 

COFFEE TIME, LETS MAKE A PLAN OF ACTION

After the shower and, let’s say my 'unique release,' I mellowed out quite a bit on my demand about leaving for coffee. I started to feel bad, this is all new for him, I sometimes forget that, when he acts like he does with me now. My baby bro could crack and revert to what protected him for his whole adult life. I thought, come on Marc, we were both military men and we covered our asses then, and there are probably by a lot more men and women than we know, still doing the same right now! So, I devised a new and better plan to help. 

Jamaican coffee bliss

The coffee thing is our thing, we both adore great coffee, and none of that goofy sugary stuff, no fucking Sir, just plain great coffee, black and strong for him, but with cream for me. That keeps the heart burn from the coffee acid at bay for me. A short time ago, I treated myself, and of course my Bro, to some ridiculously expensive, but worth every penny coffee, from the online CoffeeAM site, I’m talking almost $90 fucking bucks for a fucking pound coffee. It’s Jamaican Blue Mountain 100% Estate acid free Coffee Beans, I think it's lovingly handpicked by a single Jamaican dude, each morning at the top of his fucking mountain, I mean for that price, he better be doing that! Yeah, I just read what I wrote, the Jamaican dude probably gets screwed by the big company buying his beans, and he makes enough to scrape by for his family! But at best, I bet he has some outrageous Jamaican Pot to smoke afterwards, ha! Fuck, sometimes I really miss smoking the righteous weed! Not while I’m into my Bro though, even though he says I’m free to be me around him, nope, I won’t do it, I love him way too much to tempt him!

Man, I can get off the track so much lately, and I’m not smoking any of that stuff too! I sent him a text now that’s it’s a couple of hours later and told him to just meet me in his garage workshop, and put some shorts with a fly, and no shirt; 
(I don’t know, I just say stupid stuff to him lately. But I did add, I want to see his hairy chest before he covered it all up on me, that's what I really meant!) 

This guy is like a dark trimmed-haired Larry and much hairier than me 

So, I headed over to his workshop with two stainless steel travel cups of my new kind of 'stash.' He met me there shortly after I arrived, he did put on some regular shorts, with a fly, ha, and had a shirt on but totally unbuttoned, see, he almost obeyed me! Man, I know I talk about his beautiful ass a lot, but that blonde curly haired chest is a killer too! The first thing I did after handing him my prized Java was to run my fingers through his hairy pecs, I think my fingers would have cum if they could! I found his tiny hard nipple and squeezed it a bit, just the way I know he likes it. That gets a rise from him every time! Larry’s upper chest and belly are hairier than a lot of his body, but then comes the butt, yeah… yup!

I’m going to say this, but you probably already know it, seeing his hairy chest, okay torso, is not new to me, come on, we’ve been swimming in my pool for over seven years now! What’s new? I can finally touch it, run my fingers through it, and suck on his nipples, if I can find them in his hairy thatched chest! That’s what is making my dick grow, even thinking about it! I don’t know about you, maybe you must be here to witness it, to believe me?

So, we get down to the 'talk,' and trust me, I’m running totally on guess work now. I told him to stop being a nut case over the four of us getting together again, come on Larry, we gone out dozens and dozens of times over the the years now, we talk about everything, the kids, the new grand babies, work, it’s not going to go anywhere near what you are worried about! However, listen to me carefully on this okay babe? (I like calling him babe now, but he hasn’t found a new term for me yet), My wife knows that you are swimming naked with me after dark, and she promised you she wouldn’t look. And, knowing her as I do, I believe you can trust that to be true, she could care less about what you look like naked!  (But she did say to me that he’s the hairiest man she has ever seen and dropped the subject. That’s a secret I’ll never tell him because he hates his hairy body.  Don’t worry, I’m working on that for him!)

That said, you know our wives are tight friends, just like us, (if he only knew), and then I dropped my bomb. In what universe, would two women knowing that two polar-opposite guys are now swimming naked together, is going to keep that a secret from each other? If his eyes spoke, they’d say “holly fucken shit!” He never, ever gave it a thought, I don’t know why, he’s been married a long time, it never crossed his mind; so, now he’s even shakier! I put a stop to that, right now!

"Larry! Listen! You told everyone at a party at my place long ago that you love sunning yourself naked in the privacy of your yard; everyone now knows I swim naked every chance I get. (Yes, I’m a sun lover too!) Three of the four of us know, you’re now okay swimming naked with me, which is a big move from your public position on 'so called gay' stuff! And, I just questioned the possibility that your wife might know that too, what’s the big fucking deal? Nothing about those activities points at what we’ve been into together! I think if the naked swimming comes up today, go with it and tell them what you told me!" He said, “No fucking way am I going to tell them I like the way the water feels on my junk naked!” I just laughed, “Yeah you’re probably right, don’t go there! But you could say how free it feels, and then brag about how much better looking you are than me naked! Larry, you’re a fucken stud, and you know it! They know it, and I for fucking sure, know it! It’s your time finally!" One thing that could happen, (and I know what you brothers are thinking it too), it might put and end to your fears of discovery with Ellen over the late-night swims. Just come out and tell her that you don’t know why you didn’t do it long ago! Men see men naked all the time at the gym locker rooms, no biggie for us! (Oh, the fuck it is, if you’re you're a grower like us!)

I continued with, "Both our wives are very aware of all the negativity you have about gays, and gay marriage, whatever; you had me shaking in my boots for years every time I had coffee with you, and you’d make horrible homophobic comments to me. I know we are good now, don’t apologize any more, we’re good!" 

I think I fell in love with him soon after we met, a very one-sided affair though. Every meeting I fell deeper, but every negative comment of his told me that he was religiously super-straight, I was going to be barking up the wrong tree with him. He fucking fooled me for years, I can’t believe how good he was! I asked him, if he thought for a moment that either one of our wives would think anything otherwise about him? He didn't know or wanted to think that. I don’t think so either, at least the subject never came up until recently when my wife wondered how he’d handle swimming naked with me. After listening to me, Larry started to agree with me some. He didn’t say a lot, but head nods and a few yeahs, said I was making inroads to quell his nervousness.

So, from some of the advice a few of you gave me in emails, I told him, suck it up, be the first to talk about it so it would be off the table from then on! (I still haven’t told him about the gals swimming nude yet! He’s probably going to want to hit me if he finds out I’ve known about this for a while now!)

He didn’t give me a definitive yea or nay, so we’ll soon see, I guess. I have thought about bringing up the subject myself since everyone knows about me loving naked! If all else fails, quickly bring out pictures on your iPhone of the new grand baby, works like a charm every time!

OH OH, IT’S DINNER OUT WITH OUR WIVES

It came to be time to leave for dinner, the scary dinner Larry’s been concerned about. Well, I guess we will soon know. I texted Larry that we should leave soon, there’s going to be at least a 30-minute drive to the restaurant and hopefully there will be a parking spot close by as well. He texted back they would be over in a minute. We are taking my car since it’s comfortable to ride in and the girls won’t have to struggle to climb into Larry’s Cowboy Cadillac pickup. I usually drive when going out with friends, because most of the people I know make me nervous when they drive! No problem, I love my car and my friends do too.

True to form, the girls sit in the back so they can talk and Larry rides shotgun. He also yells at every fucken driver in front of me with a nice assortment of complaints. Mostly, where in the hell did, they get their license to drive? Then I won’t repeat the stuff that comes out next! Because it gets nasty, and I won’t allow that stuff in my journal. I look over at Larry to see if he was more comfortable about today, and I got a feeling he was much better. But he’s not going to say anything to me in the car, I get that. However, on a second glance over to him, he winked at me, not a flirty wink, an I’ve got this, wink. I smiled and felt better too.

On the way over to the restaurant, he said they talked about a trip to the lake again and would be talking to the two of us to see if we could work into our schedules. Great, that’s a surprise I wasn’t thinking about just yet. Now it’s up to my wife, I can pick whenever I want to go, it’s my call. I told him let’s talk about it at dinner today.

I’m thinking maybe it’s his way of avoiding talking about his fear. Maybe, we’ll see. So far nothing has changed behavior wise by any of us; same old four of us eating out! Our table is not ready yet, so it’s off to the bar for drinks, he orders a club soda with lime and the three of us, a glass of wine. I didn’t want to start a bottle while in the bar, we will at the table once we see what everyone will be eating. I’m not going to bore you with the trivial stuff of dinner and drinks, mainly it will bore me to death to write about it.

Ellen and Larry brought up going to the lake this Summer and want to know if we’d like to join them. They said we could look for two small cabins near each other, or a much bigger place with two or three bedrooms suitable for two couples. I’m up for a bigger place, my wife was on board too. Ellen and Larry said, “Great we will try and rent a place with lots of room, hopefully a pool too. Or a sandy beach to the lake.” Am I the only one that heard 'pool and Larry both mentioned?' Larry was sitting right next to me because we were sitting opposite our mates. He winked at me again, I hope he didn’t pick up a weird twitch over this!

No one has ever winked at me except a secretary I had so many years ago when I worked out of the Corporate Office; she could have been my mother’s age! She had a cute crush on me, and I really liked her too, she was a great secretary until she up and retired on me! However, Larry fucken winked at me again, what the fuck is he up to? I rubbed my leg against his, thinking he was just flirting with me, that's a little scary at the table I thought!

Well, that answer came soon. Larry took the conversation to places I never thought he would in a million years. Between the appetizers and salad course, he brought up, (now get this!), that he talked to his wife about swimming naked in my pool! (What?!?) He told her it was a trip being naked in the warm water, and he didn’t mind being naked in front of me! (No, he didn’t say that, really?!?) And then added, it was dark anyway, but guys see each other naked at the gym showers all the time, no big deal! OMG, I think I choked a little drinking my wine! Now the fucking ball is in my court! I think I peed a little with joy! What could I do, the girls already knew I swim naked as often as I can, and I’m okay with them knowing! The four of us have been super-tight friends for years. Now with naked Larry on board, the sky’s the limit for where this could go!

Wait it gets better! Oh, way fucking better! I couldn’t fucken wait to tell you this when I started writing the chapter. I know how day ends, and I’ve been giddy since I started writing! My little Bro grew up and got his balls today! Yes, that’s a metaphor, he’s got XXL shaved Balls already! No fucking wonder he has been winking at me! But you haven’t heard it all yet!

The rest came to me when the girls excused themselves to go to the lady’s room. He couldn’t stand it any longer, he had to tell me, “Do you know what Ellen told me today?” “No, pray tell what?” “Your wife and mine have been swimming nude in your fucking pool for some time now!” “No fucking way!” “Fucking way!” “Can you believe that?” “Why not, we do too!” “No, no no, that’s different, we just started, they’ve been at it for a long time!” Hell, even I didn’t know that! And then he looked up and said to be quiet, they are headed back. She told me to not tell you! Ha, ha, oh yeah this really makes my day!

Anyway, I already have had my balls for some years now, I decided, and please don’t shit over this! When we were eating our salad, I spoke up and said, “since we all know Larry and I swim naked now, are you girls going to be good with that, if we rent a home with a pool?” And then I added, “you girls going to join us in the pool, too?” And then, (I’m laughing now while typing this), virtually in tandem, the girls looked up at me and said, “So, are you really that horny?” I didn’t answer, but Larry and I just laughed, and laughed some more! The girls laughed too!  Those few moments were better than dessert for me, probably for Larry too! 

So, it’s fucking out there now! Who knows whether there will be follow through on this? But I did a quick calculation before I said anything to the girls, Larry and I are almost identical naked, so what’s the big deal being naked in front of them? They ain't gonna see anything new! Ha, that's for fucking sure!

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Hi my horny brothers, did you know you can join the BFHF (Brotherhood of Fine Horny Fuckers) by writing me a hot comment on the Journal Comments or emailing me at itsmarcusblog@gmail.com. The Brotherhood is growing daily, and you’ll hear more about where that’s going on another posting one day. Just saying! 😜

Our journal continues in Chapter 19:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/04/ch-19-facetime-fun.html