Ch. 23 I Got My First Dick Pic Texted to Me Today! EDITED
THE NEXT MORNING AFTER MEETING IN MY SIDE YARD LAST NIGHT
Around 6:30am, I’m still in Bed and my wife is finishing up dressing so she can leave for work. And, my iPhone rings with the motorcycle sound, that’s either a text or phone call from Larry. Unfortunately, my iPhone sound was set at full volume, that damn motorcycle sound made me jump start the morning by jumping out of my skin! And then, my wife asks what does Larry want? She knows the ring sound for him too. I look at the screen and it’s a text, [“You up?”]
So, I tell her that he wants to know if I’m up. And add, he probably wants to go for coffee or something. (I’m hoping for the something choice though!)
I text back, [”Am now!”] And then, I send a second text back, [“Wife Still Here!”] Larry sends back, [”Text me when she’s gone!”] To which I send, [👍🏼] but really wanted to send the 🖕🏼instead for waking me up. I think I’m a grouch if I wake up this way, Not think, know! But I’ll be kind, it’s my babe thinking about me! (See, I had to say that because we are an item now! So, if you buy that shit, I’ve got a bridge I’d like to unload!) Shortly, I’ll be fully awake and back to my nicer self, (oh yeah, there’s a freeway that goes with the bridge on sale too!) I warned you I’m a grouch if you wake me up before I’m ready to wake up!
He texted back,
[“You still in Bed 🛌?]
[If you are, get the fuck up, we’ve got things to talk about, decisions to be made!”]
I texted back,
[“You are telling me with that dick pic, you are only a cock-teaser today?”]
He sent a bunch of emojis back to me like these,
[😂🤣🍆💦🤪]
And, I texted him,
[“When the Fuck did you learn what these mean?”]
He came back with,
[“You think I’ve been living under a rock all these years?”]
And from me,
[“Well, Yeah!” 😜]
Then Larry sent his last text,
[“Fuck you! ...very much! Maybe later?”]
[“I’m coming over!”]
So, even though it’s still early for me, I drag my ass out of bed and head for the shower, that’ll wake me up! Then I tell my hands, “lay off the dick please,” thinking maybe I’ll get lucky later today! Did you know that hands don’t always listen to good advice? I had to slap my left hand for not listening to me! I wrote about my cool conch-shaped Master Bath shower before, it’s wall is made from glass brick from the floor to the ceiling; it’s striking looking, and you can see blurry shapes when someone is in the room too. So right after I slap my hand, I look up and there’s someone in the bathroom. Guess who? Well, if you must guess, you started reading the blog from this chapter! (Let’s get aquatinted, my buddy and I share house keys, have been for years. Okay, that catches you up.)
Larry says, “Why are you in the shower, I told you we have stuff to talk about.” I said right back to him, “And, why aren’t you in here with me right now?” Of course, as I was saying that, he was stripping off his clothes! I never realized how much fun it is, to watch a blurry body walking around the curving conch-shaped walls, to enter the shower area. I said, “Hi Babe!” He said, “Hi Babe, yourself!” And I thought, the little fucker still can’t find a special name for me yet! Yeah, well, maybe this is harder for him than I thought! Do you think I’m being stupid to want a special name from him? So far, he has three that he’s used in the past several years, “Marcus, Marc, and Bro.” That sort of matches my “Larry, Lar, and Bro.” But now I’ve added “Babe!” I don’t think that’s a bad term, although it can be used for females too, maybe more for them? Anyway, he hasn’t shown me that he’s uncomfortable with the term yet! Of course, if I try using that in public with him, there’s no telling how much mayhem I’ll have to deal with later! 😂
Do you want to know something that I think is cool, of course you do! If not, skip to the next paragraph! Every time I do anything with Larry’s dick, and I do mean anything, I make believe it’s my dick that I’m sucking off or playing with. You know we are almost identical; I’ve said so a million times now! Because it’s so cool! But, when I look down at my dick, it’s foreshortened, that is, I see it at an angle, and it always looks smaller than it really is. I know that’s a stupid thing to talk about, but I get like this around him. He’s not that bad yet with me; it’s taking longer for him to get out of the closet. Don’t think for a minute, that he holds back any for me. It’s just he’s been spouting homophobic shit for so many years to cover his ass, that he started to believe some of stuff he was saying. That’s from a confession to me about how hard it’s been for him to let go sometimes. No worry, our relationship is solid!
So back to his dick, huh? I’ve missed it so much, and today I’m not thinking that it’s my dick, no sir, it’s all his and I’m having a ball, (bad choice of words, I’ll get to his balls soon enough), the time of my life, sucking and stroking it like a candy sucker! You know, I don’t have a lot of words to use in my vocabulary about sucking dick. To continue to be frightfully honest with you, I’ve only had a few weeks of practice. I’ve lived with fantasy dicks for years, and frankly they don’t compare to the real thing! No sir! They don’t! What I can tell you at this point, I truly love dicks, especially his, so that means mine too! And, now with his shaved balls, I have more to enjoy, certainly more to look at while down there!
I talked him into shaving the hair off his cock and balls back on the trip to the lake cabin. Well, I didn’t have to push it, he had a blast with my shaved junk, and did apologize about his excessive hairiness down in the nether regions. What I didn’t think through about shaving when you are as hairy as he is, it might grow back quickly. Ouch, sorry about that! That is not my problem, but I’ve been shaving my balls for longer than I can remember, and my hair doesn’t grow back quickly. So, why bring this up? Well... there’s some stubble on his balls, I bet it’s itchy too! My bad? I could ask him if he’d like me to help shave him sometime, that would be a kind thing to offer, right? Or, that might make him upset that I’ve given him more work to do when shaving. At least we both only shave part of our necks and cheeks to keep the shape of our beards looking good. I should have figured he’d be looking to more shave time, since his beard grows daily.
I didn’t get him off while I was sucking his cock, I’d say all the talk was on purpose so he could carry on with his plan. The most satisfying and beautiful part of our being sexually active, is the respect we have for each other, and the caring as well. He is such a gentleman with me, when we could be ball busting bros. (Come on, that’s just another fantasy, we’d never do anything to harm each other, or dent our psyche’s!) He said softly into my ear, once again, “Babe, would you let me fuck you in here?” Well, I’ll be damned, he decided to use my term of endearment for him, “Babe” on me too! You know what? I’m good with that, why not use the same word, it works for me, and maybe it works for him now too! I told him, “I thought you’d never ask!” He just up and kissed me, very gentle, nothing like last night! My heart is still working overtime over that session! He asked me how I’d like for him to fuck me, and I told him, just surprise me, I’m happy that he wants me that way today.
And since I said, there’s more than one thing, Dick’s that get measured by yardsticks, my God, I guess guys love guys with horse cocks and balls down to their knees. (Notice the balls on this guy! We both have what we thought of, as low hangers, not any more now!) We don’t, if we saw guys built normal sized, that would get us off. Neither one of us, wants to compete in an arena of guys in porn. Does that make you guys thing Larry and I are the freaks for not wanting to compete with them in the bed-room? We are normal sized and more than enough to handle during sex.
IT’S TIME TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE SHOWER!
We finally, got going with our mission of getting coffee and talking about the coming road trip. So we both got dressed, me last, I was watching him go from naked and drying off, to slowly putting his pants on, commando style, and then a pull over shirt. We’ve been having perfect weather now, no need to overdress to stay warm. I was leaning on the bathroom counter top in the vanity area, my naked ass mostly sitting on the counter, where I was lifting and slowly dropping my loosely hanging balls. I’m just playing the fucken bad ass for him. He was looking over at me and I just know he was mouthing swear words at me, I’m pretty sure some were, “you’re a fucking asshole.” I laughed and stretched out my now shrinking dick and waved it at him too! He just looked at me the entire time and finally said, “Get your fucking clothes on, asshole!" See I was right! "We have stuff to do!” So I got dressed, no more playtime for now! What a meanie, huh? And, I thought he like seeing me naked too! Ha ha.
I cleaned up the mess, can’t have wife walk into the bathroom and see that, can I? Got dressed and we both headed out to our favorite Java Juice Joint! I drove because getting a parking spot for his beast of a truck is not easy! We got our coffee and headed outside for one of the tables they provide. Besides, it’s nice out now, and we both like to be in the sun in weather like this.
Larry told me John has an older Airstream that we can tow with my truck. And asked if I knew what that looks like. I told him, "yes, it’s one of those stainless steel rounded cornered trailers, right?" "Yup." And then Larry described it for me as, it’s not big, not fancy, but it has everything you need inside. Small kitchen, toilet and shower, and a small bed. It even has a small couch for a living room space. I don’t think we will be showering together though. I didn’t see a lot of pictures of the inside, he said it was his personal trailer and never rents it out. So I have to ask, "then why is he renting it to us?"
WHAT DESTINATION TO CHOOSE, INLAND OR COAST?
We talked about the Pacific Coast Highway One and the Old Redwood Highway earlier as destinations. My vote is the Coast, and I have my reasons. I had a feeling Larry liked the inland Redwood Highway because there might be things to do along the route. But, we haven’t done any serious talking about it yet. Today’s the day.
I told Larry I vote for the Coast just because of the majestic beauty and some beaches along the way. It will be very primitive trip though, which gets my vote since we live in such a connected society. Larry thought my idea had merit because we will need to depend upon each other, and there will be less distractions and more quality time together. Man he’s a better salesman for my choice than me! So, I ask him if the Redwood Highway was a
stronger call for him. He said, "not so much really, but we might run into stores and restaurants Inland, and then, more people and traffic too." I added, "viewing the magnificent Redwoods is a good call, but there are several places in California were you can visit the trees." I admit I wasn’t the best salesman for the trees. I’m holding out for the Coast, hopefully he’ll make the decision on the Coast without me pushing for it, I have a special reason to head there.
Larry, told me he was aware that the Coast was a big draw for me, and he wanted to know why. Maybe it would help him to decide. So I started slowly, because I had a big fucken crescendo in mind to unload on him, but I could blow it too. I said, "I’m drawn to the ocean, always have been, when my body and mind needed recharging, I’d head to the beaches of the North and Central Coast." This was particularly true during my college years.
I was really into Pot back then, I’d get loaded while at the beach and just soak in the sun and sounds of the ocean surf. I’m not a Surfer though, the water at these beaches is Arctic Cold, and requires a Wetsuit to Surf and I come pre-equipped with horrible balance, I never could get to my feet on a Surfboard. Too much effort, screw-it, besides I came to smoke my weed and get high, not sure that’s a good combination with the sharks offshore.
But smoking Pot is not my goal this time. What I didn’t tell you, while I got high, I was on beaches that allow nude sunbathers. I always found little areas out of the wind and very private. I hope you know by now I wasn’t one of the guys parading my flopping junk back and forth along the shoreline. There are always plenty of those guys willing to show off their junk, I preferred the Zen of being private with my nakedness, and of course weed. (BTW, can you believe the slong on the guy!)
Please, be assured that none of the above few paragraphs made it to Larry's ears, it was just for you my horny brothers!
So, I tell Larry about the fun of stopping at some of the beaches for the day, or longer if it’s spectacular. And then, building a small bonfire on the sand at night. He said that really sounded like something he’d like to do too. There would be places that are okay to spend the night along the Coast too, so it would be my job to located them before we go. He was good with that.
Then, the loud conclusion was dropped, I told him some of the stuff that I told you above, I used the beach and ocean surf sounds to recharge myself, and I was high at the time. He told me he had done similar things except with harder drugs with his biker family, long ago. They rode everywhere, Coast, Inland and did things he’s not proud of, at least things he can remember. He told me just recently, that the years on hard drugs erased much of his memory, there are big gaps of nothingness. And then, I dropped the nude stuff, like he’s going to be shocked! I’m always fucken naked in the good weather! Ha ha. Well, wonders of wonders, he said, "when I was a biker, (as in "bad-ass-biker,") are you thinking I didn’t get naked with them, when we partied?" I said, "Well, yes, I’d say yes, that you probably wouldn’t do that, at least my Larry wouldn’t." Then he added, "You are right Babe, "Your Larry" wouldn’t; but bad-ass biker dude did! I was scared of nothing! Understand hard drugs remove inhibitions and common sense too."
So, jumping in while the irons are hot, I said, "Well, then if we stopped at a nude clothing-optional beach, you’d join me?" "Whoa dude, I never said I’d do that!" "Why, do you need drugs to do it?" My buddy said seriously. "Don’t go there Marc!" I'm back to thinking, I don’t get it. We are perfect together, naked or not, I’ve never been that way with any other guy, a close comfortable second is my wife. But she sees me rarely as a grower, although, she knows what my penis is capable of looking like, in all stages.
Frustrated by not knowing the correct words to use, I just unload the following to Larry. It's from my heart and he will know that.
We are so fucken comfortable with each other, it doesn’t make a bit of difference what we look like, we both know nothing is as it appears. You have to know I will never parade in front of others naked, I don’t care if I have a big beautiful erection at the time; I’m not comfortable in that situation. You and I support each other completely, so we can be naked together. And, I'm not counting the times we were having sex. You saw me in the bathroom this morning with my junk hanging out of my pants, on purpose to turn you on. Do you think there’s another person in the fucken world, I could do that with, other than you? The answer is a big fucking no! (I didn't give him a second to jump in with a comment too!)
Now, Larry had the floor, and I didn't interrupt him at all.
I don’t count having sex together with you, because we are both supercharged, and have reached a place well beyond modesty at those times. Lately, we spend more time naked with each other in private places, I get it. Well, if we find extremely private places at a beach, maybe I'd sunbathe naked with you, maybe! Marcus, you always present cases in a way that is hard to lose, I love you, and I trust you. Yes, I’ll try my best, but I might have to hide behind your big fat ass too!
Oh oh, now you got my attention, "Okay, you turd, my ass is no fatter than yours! Besides, all the hair you have makes yours look bigger anyway!" He said, "Hey, that’s unfair bashing!" "Well, you called my ass fat!" We both laughed finally.
But guys, I wasn’t done driving in that last nail! I told him, "you know it hadn’t been that long, maybe several weeks now, that we spent a good part of the afternoon with two guys at the lake. You remember Harold and Ron right? We were all totally naked together for a long time, plus the two of them were bigger than us and we didn’t try to hide ourselves. And now that I'm thinking about it, how about bent-cock Charlie on the river, he actually sucked us off from just having sex ourselves. Talk about shrinkages, did you have a problem, no! Just saying, maybe you are calling up old closet Larry, instead of the new and improved Larry?" He look at me and said, "are you fucken through making your case against me? It’s no fucken wonder you have the job you do, what a fucking silver tongue!" I said, "So, you with me 100%?" "Yes, I will look forward to every fucken naked encounter with you, you happy now?" Only if you are serious!" He said, "Oh fuck, of course I'm happy, and yes I'm serious too! Why wouldn't I be, I've got the one man I always wanted!" I said to myself, copycat!
Now all that’s left, find an excuse for the trip for the wives, I’d say fishing and beach combing, my wife knows I have no patience with fishing, but you my little stud are a fisherman! We will really downplay the trailer and explain it’s only big enough for two people and lacks many of amenities the girls would want. That’s not a stretch, it’s true.
I bring up the following to Larry. Since we will have a week together this time, should we get a satellite dish and flat panel TV for the trailer? We both found this totally funny, and just laughed. I'm thinking, seven days of sex and more sex, maybe we’ll need some diversity? Maybe the trailer is already wired for that too?
I told Larry, it's been a great day so far, and maybe he should contact John and see if we can come by and look at both rigs. He said he'd work on that. I'm thinking, maybe the bigger RV's not so bad? We have become accustomed to living a soft life! No, I'm just trying to ball bust you guys, rugged and primitive, sounds fucking awesome to me! Hopefully the next time I write in my journal, we will have seen both of the options.
(BTW, you can always tell how fucken horny I am by the amount of sexy photos and GIFs I put into the story! Guess how horny I am today?) 👅
Marcus
Our journal continues in Chapter 24:
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| Larry wakes me up at 6:30am to show me his dick picture! |
Around 6:30am, I’m still in Bed and my wife is finishing up dressing so she can leave for work. And, my iPhone rings with the motorcycle sound, that’s either a text or phone call from Larry. Unfortunately, my iPhone sound was set at full volume, that damn motorcycle sound made me jump start the morning by jumping out of my skin! And then, my wife asks what does Larry want? She knows the ring sound for him too. I look at the screen and it’s a text, [“You up?”]
So, I tell her that he wants to know if I’m up. And add, he probably wants to go for coffee or something. (I’m hoping for the something choice though!)
I text back, [”Am now!”] And then, I send a second text back, [“Wife Still Here!”] Larry sends back, [”Text me when she’s gone!”] To which I send, [👍🏼] but really wanted to send the 🖕🏼instead for waking me up. I think I’m a grouch if I wake up this way, Not think, know! But I’ll be kind, it’s my babe thinking about me! (See, I had to say that because we are an item now! So, if you buy that shit, I’ve got a bridge I’d like to unload!) Shortly, I’ll be fully awake and back to my nicer self, (oh yeah, there’s a freeway that goes with the bridge on sale too!) I warned you I’m a grouch if you wake me up before I’m ready to wake up!
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| Larry sent his dick picture to me |
The next thing I do, lower that fucken volume on the iPhone! And maybe change the ring tone too! So, now I’m awake, back to my lovely self, and I text him back. [“Wife off to work now!”] I didn’t forget what I was told to do too! And then, Larry texts me a dick picture, I think it’s his own dick, but I’m not sure because I don’t have my reading glasses on. That’s fucking sad, that I need glasses to recognize if it’s his dick or not! I laugh at myself, and now I’m afraid to ask him if it’s a shot he took of himself or something he saved to his photos off the Web.
(BTW, this is actually the texted picture I received, I used my iPad to take a picture of the iPhone! I'm not kidding around, that's actually my iPhone X.)
I make an Executive Decision, that’s something I know how to do! I text, [”Yummy! When do I get some?”] See, I avoid the embarrassment of not knowing if it’s him or not, and switch to wanting his real dick. Victory’s don’t always have to be huge, right? But I do compliment his dick picture and make him happy he sent it to me.
He texted back,
[“You still in Bed 🛌?]
[If you are, get the fuck up, we’ve got things to talk about, decisions to be made!”]
I texted back,
[“You are telling me with that dick pic, you are only a cock-teaser today?”]
He sent a bunch of emojis back to me like these,
[😂🤣🍆💦🤪]
And, I texted him,
[“When the Fuck did you learn what these mean?”]
He came back with,
[“You think I’ve been living under a rock all these years?”]
And from me,
[“Well, Yeah!” 😜]
Then Larry sent his last text,
[“Fuck you! ...very much! Maybe later?”]
[“I’m coming over!”]
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| I need to drag my ass out of bed |
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| My glass brick shower |
The first thing he did, even before offering a hug, was head to the shower faucets to see what turned on the ones I wasn’t using. I tend to use the rain shower from the ceiling and one of the hand-held units to make sure all the soap if off me before I leave. I don’t blame him for wanting to play with them though, I’ve called the shower and all the different jets, going to the car wash. I mean, it’s intense when all of them are on at the same time! Oh well, kids will be kids, I guess. After a minute, I tell him, “Are you through fucking around with the jets yet? Fuck, I haven’t even gotten a hug from you yet!” Larry looked at me, stared at me, and said, “You do know that you owe me the best blow job you’ve got, right? I mean, it’s me that’s waiting, you know!” We both started to laugh, because we both know what’s owed! I got mine last night in the dark of the side yard. After the laughing was over, we got that hug I wanted and some kissing too. Larry had his hands all over me; “talk about absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Well, don't think for one minute that I was just standing there being useless! Well, think again, I kind of did for a minute or two before I got busy too! It was so fucking nice to have hands all over you without asking or begging for it! Too much information, huh? That’s what Larry used to say to me before we came out to each other, TMI, he only used the initials, the lazy ass! Noooo, just being silly me for a minute. Don’t forget, I’m finally with my Babe, again!
Larry knows that my knees are not the best anymore, so I tell him that I’m going to sit on the shower bench, instead of stooping down or bending down to reach “my man’s dick!” He says that it’s not a problem, only a problem if his dick doesn’t get sucked quick!
I told him that if we didn’t turn off some of the water jets, that I might drown sucking him off! He sighed, that kid whiny sigh, and said okay, if I must! Yeah, one of the jets is aimed right at the shower seat, about head level! I know they can be adjusted, maybe Larry could take some of his Engineering Skills and fix them. And then I wonder how I get my wife to buy that Larry fixed the jets? Like what is he doing there, especially since you are going to get soaked fixing them! Damn, now I must come up with a good excuse. I could just tell her that I asked him to fix them, maybe he just wore a swimsuit while fixing them. Or, I could just ignore the wild-ass jets and not ask Larry to fix them at all, and just focus on sucking his beautiful hard cock! Now do you see how I can have sex for years and not think about sexy things I’m doing? I almost did that when I started sucking on his cock.
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| We’re the junk twins! I think that’s cool! |
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| Tastes just like candy, too! |
I talked him into shaving the hair off his cock and balls back on the trip to the lake cabin. Well, I didn’t have to push it, he had a blast with my shaved junk, and did apologize about his excessive hairiness down in the nether regions. What I didn’t think through about shaving when you are as hairy as he is, it might grow back quickly. Ouch, sorry about that! That is not my problem, but I’ve been shaving my balls for longer than I can remember, and my hair doesn’t grow back quickly. So, why bring this up? Well... there’s some stubble on his balls, I bet it’s itchy too! My bad? I could ask him if he’d like me to help shave him sometime, that would be a kind thing to offer, right? Or, that might make him upset that I’ve given him more work to do when shaving. At least we both only shave part of our necks and cheeks to keep the shape of our beards looking good. I should have figured he’d be looking to more shave time, since his beard grows daily.
While I was having a great time with his hard dick and loose balls, he said a few things to me, that he tried what I’ve used for years to hold off cumming too soon, last night. He thought about playing golf, and for him, that was the most boring sport he could think of too. He said it worked, much to his wife’s delight, and he kept it up for her, pun not intended, but appropriate. Larry said, he got her off nicely and almost faked his orgasm. He couldn’t help himself, because once he started to think about getting back to me today, he lost it! But he thinks he was able to hold back from totally exploding. He also said, that he couldn’t wait to get to me this morning, because he was aching for contact with me and see what he had left in him!
Later, he also said, that like me, he’s been abstaining from jerking off while he was away, and it was difficult to do too! Considering that we are both in straight marriages, his did not end up like mine. They are still an active couple. He as with me, have no problem having sex with females, the male equation for both of us was just fantasy. He had no experience whatsoever with men. But it didn’t stop him from fantasizing about men, wishing he had a man to experience what he dreamed about. The fact that he fantasized about me at the same time I was doing the same about him, was fucking sad. But we both had our reasons to stay in the closet, and that hasn’t changed at all to date. I don’t know if it can change, no clue!
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| Nothing like a fucking that milks! |
I’m pretty sure he wanted to fuck me in the shower area, not in bed, I think anyway. But the seat is too low to the ground to be useful, unless I just back up and sit on his cock. However, I can tell that is too passive for him, he wants to be the one fucking. So, it’s back to from behind, that’s okay with me. The only sad part, I can’t see him, just feel him, nothing wrong with that part! And, that’s how we did it, but I put my two cents into the equation, I asked him to cum inside me! That’s his favorite too. I don’t know how he does it, he entered me so easily and fucked me slow and rhythmically, he gives me goosebumps. He had his hands around me and was rubbing my chest and belly, and sometimes he reached down to my cock. That was new for me, he’s really thinking his role through now. I fucken approve! I think he’s an awesome lover. I’d love to have him permanently inside me. I really must get lessons so I can be as good as he is with me! Well, I do have the best teacher right now! He did eventually cum inside me, I felt him starting to cum, so I started to squeeze my pelvic muscles off and on, and he let out a big groan sound of a stud cumming, I never heard him do that before today. He came big, and powerful, made me cum too! Man, we are getting good at this shit!!
We have both seen porn together now, I haven’t told you that yet, we are trying to get position ideas, we are greenhorns you know! But there is one thing we both hate about porn, oh there’s more than one thing, but the worst is taking their dick out and jacking it over the other dudes back or chest. Sorry, that’s doesn’t do it for either of us.
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| I thought we had low hangers, uh uh, not now! |
IT’S TIME TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE SHOWER!
We finally, got going with our mission of getting coffee and talking about the coming road trip. So we both got dressed, me last, I was watching him go from naked and drying off, to slowly putting his pants on, commando style, and then a pull over shirt. We’ve been having perfect weather now, no need to overdress to stay warm. I was leaning on the bathroom counter top in the vanity area, my naked ass mostly sitting on the counter, where I was lifting and slowly dropping my loosely hanging balls. I’m just playing the fucken bad ass for him. He was looking over at me and I just know he was mouthing swear words at me, I’m pretty sure some were, “you’re a fucking asshole.” I laughed and stretched out my now shrinking dick and waved it at him too! He just looked at me the entire time and finally said, “Get your fucking clothes on, asshole!" See I was right! "We have stuff to do!” So I got dressed, no more playtime for now! What a meanie, huh? And, I thought he like seeing me naked too! Ha ha.
Rest assured, that my being playful with him just means I’m still "very horny", I want to get off, whatever I leaked while Larry was doing my asshole justice, is not enough for me. So, as I pull up my shorts, there’s no fly, just an elastic waistband, I stop short of covering my junk. My boys are joined with my almost swollen dick, framed by my shorts. Larry said, “What the fuck are you doing?” I said, “I’m trying to turn you on to getting me off too!” “Get your ass over here and at least try to jack me off!” Larry was okay with this, but told me we are cutting into our coffee time! I told him, “I can’t believe you just said that! You were going to leave me hanging like this! So sad, so very sad!” And then he said, “Jeeesh.... you’re such a child!” And he chuckled some. I was quick to add. “CHILD, you call all this masculinity, (then, doing a Vanna White, with my hand from hairy chest to exposed junk.) a child?”
He told me to turn around, so he could reach around me to jack me off. I said, "Uh uh, I wanna see you doing me! Besides how will I kiss you, if you are behind me?" He just gave me the "Larry look," this is a new look since we’ve been together, it’s between a frustrated and/or delighted look, you can’t make out where you stand look! And then he pulled down my pants and I guess couldn’t resist slapping my bare ass first. “Ouch! That stung!” I complained. He said, “That was my intention!” I thought, okay, you little fucker, you’ve slapped my ass a few times now, turnaround gonna be a bitch! Just you wait! All that fucken ass hair of his will probably be good insulation for him though, however, my naked ass is still stinging! But it did raise my sensitivity in that general area! He was just farting around with me, and actually got my dick back to rock hard, and before long he got me off! And then, I told him, “look at that mess on the floor you made me make!” That look came back, and he told me it was my mess, I need to clean it up! And just laughed at me, as he walked away! Well, all the years in this house, that was the first mess like this! Damn, it was a pretty big mess too! I guess we should have gone back into the shower area, on reflection.
TIME FOR JAVA AND CONVERSATION
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| Our favorite coffee house |
"Okay, Babe, I’m all ears, what did you find out about the RV and when we can get it?" Well, he said, “it gets more interesting than we first thought.” He told me his contact guy’s name is John, he has more than one RV that we could rent from him. The big one is maybe a little too gorgeous. So I said, “You mean like you?” "Marc, you have to stop calling me that!" “Why, you are!” "Because I might start believing that and become a diva!" “I’m not sure that’s what you call that!” So he added, "Anyway, you fucker, it’s really big, very new and if the girls see it, they will want to come along with us. And there goes mancation-2." I said, “Hey you finally called it mancation without finger quotes! So, is the other one a less gorgeous RV?" Larry went on, "Funny you should ask! Yes, based upon something you said the other day, about only big enough for two horny fuckers, it is."
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| The Airstream Trailer we might just rent |
Larry said that John has been bucking for a promotion at work for some time now, and Larry will have to write the recommendation letter for him. I asked him if John was worthy of writing the letter. He thought with a little more effort, he could be. And then I asked, "If you write the letter of recommendation and he’s a bust, how will that reflect on you buddy?" He said, "Frankly, not very good." Then I told him don’t write it until he earns your complete approval! Renting a trailer from him, is not worth you losing the respect you’ve earned yourself. We can afford to rent an RV or trailer, without strings attached. Larry said he’d sleep on it before setting up the rental. I told Larry, he didn’t get to the position he holds in the company by doing stupid things, that he earned his position. I feel exactly the same way about the position I hold in my Corporation myself.
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| California Pacific Coast Hwy |
I told Larry I vote for the Coast just because of the majestic beauty and some beaches along the way. It will be very primitive trip though, which gets my vote since we live in such a connected society. Larry thought my idea had merit because we will need to depend upon each other, and there will be less distractions and more quality time together. Man he’s a better salesman for my choice than me! So, I ask him if the Redwood Highway was a
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| California Redwood Highway |
Larry, told me he was aware that the Coast was a big draw for me, and he wanted to know why. Maybe it would help him to decide. So I started slowly, because I had a big fucken crescendo in mind to unload on him, but I could blow it too. I said, "I’m drawn to the ocean, always have been, when my body and mind needed recharging, I’d head to the beaches of the North and Central Coast." This was particularly true during my college years.
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| He is definitely not one of us! That has to hurt! |
But smoking Pot is not my goal this time. What I didn’t tell you, while I got high, I was on beaches that allow nude sunbathers. I always found little areas out of the wind and very private. I hope you know by now I wasn’t one of the guys parading my flopping junk back and forth along the shoreline. There are always plenty of those guys willing to show off their junk, I preferred the Zen of being private with my nakedness, and of course weed. (BTW, can you believe the slong on the guy!)
Please, be assured that none of the above few paragraphs made it to Larry's ears, it was just for you my horny brothers!
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| Sitting by the fire on the beach |
Then, the loud conclusion was dropped, I told him some of the stuff that I told you above, I used the beach and ocean surf sounds to recharge myself, and I was high at the time. He told me he had done similar things except with harder drugs with his biker family, long ago. They rode everywhere, Coast, Inland and did things he’s not proud of, at least things he can remember. He told me just recently, that the years on hard drugs erased much of his memory, there are big gaps of nothingness. And then, I dropped the nude stuff, like he’s going to be shocked! I’m always fucken naked in the good weather! Ha ha. Well, wonders of wonders, he said, "when I was a biker, (as in "bad-ass-biker,") are you thinking I didn’t get naked with them, when we partied?" I said, "Well, yes, I’d say yes, that you probably wouldn’t do that, at least my Larry wouldn’t." Then he added, "You are right Babe, "Your Larry" wouldn’t; but bad-ass biker dude did! I was scared of nothing! Understand hard drugs remove inhibitions and common sense too."
So, jumping in while the irons are hot, I said, "Well, then if we stopped at a nude clothing-optional beach, you’d join me?" "Whoa dude, I never said I’d do that!" "Why, do you need drugs to do it?" My buddy said seriously. "Don’t go there Marc!" I'm back to thinking, I don’t get it. We are perfect together, naked or not, I’ve never been that way with any other guy, a close comfortable second is my wife. But she sees me rarely as a grower, although, she knows what my penis is capable of looking like, in all stages.
Frustrated by not knowing the correct words to use, I just unload the following to Larry. It's from my heart and he will know that.
We are so fucken comfortable with each other, it doesn’t make a bit of difference what we look like, we both know nothing is as it appears. You have to know I will never parade in front of others naked, I don’t care if I have a big beautiful erection at the time; I’m not comfortable in that situation. You and I support each other completely, so we can be naked together. And, I'm not counting the times we were having sex. You saw me in the bathroom this morning with my junk hanging out of my pants, on purpose to turn you on. Do you think there’s another person in the fucken world, I could do that with, other than you? The answer is a big fucking no! (I didn't give him a second to jump in with a comment too!)
Now, Larry had the floor, and I didn't interrupt him at all.
I don’t count having sex together with you, because we are both supercharged, and have reached a place well beyond modesty at those times. Lately, we spend more time naked with each other in private places, I get it. Well, if we find extremely private places at a beach, maybe I'd sunbathe naked with you, maybe! Marcus, you always present cases in a way that is hard to lose, I love you, and I trust you. Yes, I’ll try my best, but I might have to hide behind your big fat ass too!
Oh oh, now you got my attention, "Okay, you turd, my ass is no fatter than yours! Besides, all the hair you have makes yours look bigger anyway!" He said, "Hey, that’s unfair bashing!" "Well, you called my ass fat!" We both laughed finally.
But guys, I wasn’t done driving in that last nail! I told him, "you know it hadn’t been that long, maybe several weeks now, that we spent a good part of the afternoon with two guys at the lake. You remember Harold and Ron right? We were all totally naked together for a long time, plus the two of them were bigger than us and we didn’t try to hide ourselves. And now that I'm thinking about it, how about bent-cock Charlie on the river, he actually sucked us off from just having sex ourselves. Talk about shrinkages, did you have a problem, no! Just saying, maybe you are calling up old closet Larry, instead of the new and improved Larry?" He look at me and said, "are you fucken through making your case against me? It’s no fucken wonder you have the job you do, what a fucking silver tongue!" I said, "So, you with me 100%?" "Yes, I will look forward to every fucken naked encounter with you, you happy now?" Only if you are serious!" He said, "Oh fuck, of course I'm happy, and yes I'm serious too! Why wouldn't I be, I've got the one man I always wanted!" I said to myself, copycat!
Now all that’s left, find an excuse for the trip for the wives, I’d say fishing and beach combing, my wife knows I have no patience with fishing, but you my little stud are a fisherman! We will really downplay the trailer and explain it’s only big enough for two people and lacks many of amenities the girls would want. That’s not a stretch, it’s true.
I bring up the following to Larry. Since we will have a week together this time, should we get a satellite dish and flat panel TV for the trailer? We both found this totally funny, and just laughed. I'm thinking, seven days of sex and more sex, maybe we’ll need some diversity? Maybe the trailer is already wired for that too?
I told Larry, it's been a great day so far, and maybe he should contact John and see if we can come by and look at both rigs. He said he'd work on that. I'm thinking, maybe the bigger RV's not so bad? We have become accustomed to living a soft life! No, I'm just trying to ball bust you guys, rugged and primitive, sounds fucking awesome to me! Hopefully the next time I write in my journal, we will have seen both of the options.
(BTW, you can always tell how fucken horny I am by the amount of sexy photos and GIFs I put into the story! Guess how horny I am today?) 👅
Marcus
Our journal continues in Chapter 24:
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