Ch. 31 Day 6 Larry Tells His Story, EDITED

A rainy day maybe stay in bed all day! Not going to happen like this again soon!

SATURDAY 5/16: Get Larry to open up about the Journal

               

I left you last time being chased out of our trailer bedroom, okay, I was being coy with you! The posting was already long from covering two days at Big Sur and sightseeing with Larry. We ended up on our first date as a couple. And guess what? Our world didn’t crumble up and blow away! No one spoke ill of us for acting like a couple, and we were treated rather, royally. Best of all, Larry was on board with me; I was the one hoping for a date night as a couple, and I received it from him too! However, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, in a couple of days, it’s back in the closet, and back to married and acting straight! Damn, that’s gonna fucken suck, royally!

Last night back at the trailer, was not what might be described as epic! But close to it, we were tired from a long couple of days, and that fucken bed was very inviting. Okay Larry, cover your eyes, I’m going talk about us. We fell asleep almost instantaneously after hitting the sheets! But have no fear, after a few hours I woke up for that necessary trip to go pee. But that wasn’t the only thing on my mind, come on guys, I’m sleeping next to my hunky Babe, we are both in a small bed naked, and I’m rested now. We’ve been spooning since we hit the bed, Larry was behind me, and he was the perfect gentleman, drat! No, I’m only kidding, we both fell asleep with him holding my dick in his hand! What a way to fall asleep, huh? So, when I got up to go pee, Larry rolled over on his back, and you must know what I’m thinking, there’s a lonely dick needing attention in my bed! I’m ready and willing, so I positioned myself to not disturb him, and I head for my target.

No morning wood yet here, good I get to feel it fill my mouth, well I’m hoping to at least. I carefully use a couple of fingers to lift his dick to my waiting mouth, and you know the rest, right? I’m assuming, most of you reading this have been in a situation something like this at least once in your life. If not, get busy, it’s a blast! Anyway, I’m now at the stage where I’m working on his emerging boner, and I’m not getting a feeling he’s awake at all. There’s that off chance he’s awake and faking sleeping on me, or he is asleep, and I might make him cum in his sleep! I reject this idea, and I start running my hands up through the coarse hair on his belly and on up his chest, and landing on nipples. This activity is a big turn-on for me, and I know he enjoys having it done to him too! The reverse works for me all the time!

So far, his dick is nested in my mouth, and my hands running amuck on his hairy chest and belly, tweaking his nips, and it’s still no discernible reaction from him! Man, all that activity today, must have really zonked him out! Now I’m thinking, should I let him sleep and just go back to spooning him, or, should I wait and see if he ever responds to my advances. However, I’m starting to feel bad for taking advantage of him while he was sleeping. My decision was to snuggle up to him so that I could be behind him this time. However, there was this fucking pointy problem of mine, all the chest and belly rubbing and dick sucking, influenced my cock! Well, it damn well better, that’s for fucking sure!

Somehow, I didn’t have reservations about sucking on his sleeping cock, but fucking him because my cock was aligned perfectly with his ass, was a no go! Too much like rape for me. We get to enter each other often now, but with an invitation as our permission. As soon as I got nicely comfortable, all snuggled up with my arm around him. I hear, “So, that it, you leave me hanging, hard-on and no place for it to go?” I responded with, “You SOB, how long have you been awake?” “Try from the time you left me to go pee!” “Really?” “Yup, now lay on your fucking back and let me show you how it’s done properly!” I was happy to oblige and was rewarded with the proper way to do this! I asked him, “Where and how are you learning this stuff?” He said, “There’s this thing call the Internet, and did you know there’s Porn on it? Gay Porn too!” Of course, he was being sarcastic and a smart ass too! However, give him credit for trying to learn stuff to use on me, I haven’t even tried thinking about that yet myself! Shame on me! (Sarcastic here, I never stop thinking about ways to do him!)

Larry told me, “now that you know how to do it properly, get your ass in gear and get me off too!” He was jokingly serious, and I told him, “I certainly didn’t mean to leave you hanging a while ago, I thought you really needed your rest, and I’d try again in the morning!” He said he knew that, he was just ball-busting me again, besides, it’s morning already!

I was in a strangely silly mood after he got me off, and I decided to stay that way. So, he’s into ball-busting all the time, now it’s time for some silly payback, and I want to see if he’s ticklish! Talk about childish behavior, huh? Guess what? He’s seriously ticklish for a grown-ass man! So, I almost made him pee in bed tickling him, (he was starting to leak!) You know, he could have stopped me any time he wanted, he’s a helluva lot stronger than me, and wiry-ass fucker too! When I picked the time to stop the tickling, and he was trying to recover, I got him off by hand before he knew it! He lost much of his control because of the tickling and shot off one of his best loads with me! Maybe it’s his bigger balls, or age, but he can deliver quite a load sometimes, this was one of them. (I notice that I use the phrase, ‘grown-ass man’ often. In life, I’ve never used that term before, but since this journal, I use it all the time now! It’s my favorite new thing to say when appropriate.)

See, it wasn’t an epic night of sex, but it was great fun for both of us, (at least for me), and after he made his trip to pee, we went back to spooning, with me behind him this time. He asked me what I planed on doing with my growing dick poking him once again? He said, “Didn’t I just get you off a few minutes ago? What The Fuck!” I couldn’t help but laugh and playfully said, “I could dock it in your ass for you if you’d like that." He said, “he’d like!” So here was the request and the invitation! I’m not exactly sure when I’ll do it, but if the mood strikes me later on, he said I should go for it, see, that’s not rape, right? I know, if it was me on the receiving end, I’d be ecstatic! Who knows, the day is not over! (I bet you thought I’d go right for his ass huh. Sorry to say, my dick might have grown some with all the fun, but it's not hard enough yet, that was my problem. See, I even shared this delightful bit of personal embarrassment with you guys! So, Larry, when you read this, I write about my shortcomings too!)

THE LAST FULL DAY AT BIG SUR AND ITS RAINING AGAIN!

We had a busy second to last night in the trailer, but there was a lot of rest too. It wasn’t too long after our conversation and spooning, that Larry was probably wondering why his ass wasn’t full of my dick! I had slipped off to sleep again and was awakened by the sound of slurping coming from the bed, case in point, my dick was being slurped! Apparently, the docking of dick was a serious issue for him, and he was going to get that taken cared for too! Enough time had passed, that my dick could respond properly, and the next thing my boner knew, it was being sat upon! (My little brain that sits atop of my dick, knew immediately, what was expected of him now!) My Babe is so much better at that kind of fucking than me! (At this point in our relationship, it should be called love making, not fucking!) My only regret is my aching knees stops me from some activities, yeah, like this version of coupling!

IT’S NOW MORNING, THE TIME TO GET UP          

I was up first because I was awake first, unless he’s faking again! I made the coffee and that smell awoke him quickly. He spoke up and said could he be served coffee in bed? And I said back, only if I can join you! He gestured by throwing back the covers and patted the empty side of the bed to signal where to sit. (He had that morning wood again; I might want to take care of that for him while the coffee is brewing!)  I hadn’t planned on this, but if nothing else, I am flexible with my schedule, and might get a little extra cream for my coffee!  What I planned on doing was to make breakfast for us. But his idea was so much better!

We took the time to wake up properly after I helped him start his day; and then we were sipping coffee in bed and discussing last night. The good, bad and ugly! Guess what he thought was ugly? Did I hear you say tickling? Bingo! Okay, I won’t do it again, maybe!

What rose to the top of the list of To-dos today, spend it together inside away from the rain and do whatever made us feel happy and/or good. I’d like to spend some time checking in with him about this week, and the journal Blog, and the short out-of-the-closet time we had last night. And of course, spending time being physical with each other. Meanwhile, there’s nothing being planned at this time for a Mancation-3, and whether we will get the permission from our wives again. Yeah, that’s a lot for one day! And, Larry hasn’t made his requests yet. Maybe nothing on my list fits his agenda, if he has one at all. So, that should be where I start!

There’s nothing like the moment we are having right now, in bed, coffee in hand and we’re both naked. Well, that about describes every fucking morning this week, and I couldn’t be happier! How about this, Babe? I used my hand to make a circle in the air over us, to see how he likes us like this. The answer came in the form of a practical question, of course he likes, loves this arrangement, but how do we make it happen again? He had some things to talk about too. Great, maybe I can listen and learn? You haven’t heard much from him for good reason, he wasn’t aware the journal until recently, and the reach it has found in the world.

LARRY OPENS UP ON THE JOURNAL AND US

(I thought to avoid all the “He Said”, “I Said” quotes, maybe I let the plain black text dialogue be his comments, and the quotes and blue text be my comments. I hope this doesn’t cause you confusion. Since Larry only found out about the journal this week, and never got to have his thoughts known, I asked him some questions to answer for you. If you haven't noticed in the journal, Larry is a man's man, he doesn't hold back his punches! It could show up here.)

“Larry how did you feel about spending this week with me compared to our first weekend together?”

This week has been everything I expected it to be, but it feels way different than the first time. That trip was the scariest and most exciting time in my life. I did really crazy shit for me; but you made it seem like fun. I think about our first trip all the time, it’s why I’m fucken here with you right now.

I knew you planned on writing a short story some time, about a strange dream you had about us, you just never told me it was done. I’m surprised you didn’t share it with me, that disappointed me after I read it this week. I liked how you can write, I can’t write stuff like that, especially about my feelings. You fucking amazed me when I read about your feelings, wow, it forced me to re-think about what was in my head at the time. I hate to tell you this, I don't think I’m a deep-thinking or feeling person like you are. Most of the time it was just easier to follow whatever you were up to, but to be fair to myself, I did get better at it faster than I thought I would. I don’t remember talking much back then too, especially when we were having sex.

I don’t know if you knew this, I’d never been with a man before you; that was the scariest part for me. Maybe scarier, was the idea of getting naked in front of you, I didn’t want to be embarrassed. But I loved how you made it so easy for me to overcome that fear. You were great!

(I brought up my strip act in the truck back then and reminded him that it was not planned, at least I didn’t think so. And, I’ve been questioning my own actions for weeks now, wondering how or why it happened. Now, after he’s read it in print to remind him about it again, I wanted him to tell us his version.)

“What went through your mind, when I exposed myself to you in the truck, and why did you follow my lead?” 

Taking out your junk in front of me, man I thought you were fucking crazy, especially, knowing how I trash-talked gays all the time. It’s not like we were total strangers you know; we’ve been Bros for years. And, don’t hate me for saying this, but if there was anyone I knew who would do shit like that, it would be you! You're a crazy fucker!

The fact that I did it too, was even crazier! You know, it’s like weeks later now and I still don’t know where my courage came from! I don’t know if you noticed that my hands were shaking when I unzipped my pants back then. Seeing you expose yourself to me wasn’t ‘really sexy’. (Ouch, that stings, he didn’t think my junk was sexy!) But once I saw how free you were being and acting in front of me, I guess my answer to you is, I'm only human, I wanted to feel free just like you too! Oh, one more important thing, I think being free was good, but having trust in you was better! I felt I could trust you, at least I was hoping that was true!

I’m glad we can talk about this now, but I think it will be something that we will try to understand for a long time. You know, maybe it’s not doing the thing we are trying to understand, but the courage it took for us to do it! It fucken changed everything; it changed our world together! Thank you for doing it for us! I would have never done it on my own!

Marc what you didn’t know about me back then, was how much I dreamed about being with you. But I was so scared to let you know, and when I thought you were trying to get too close, I reacted with my bullshit! I started fantasizing about you and me together long ago, that made me scared I’d blow my cover if I wasn’t careful when we went out for coffee or did things together. But when I was alone again, after our coffee or whatever we were doing, I beat myself up because maybe I was blowing any chance, I had to stay your buddy.

I read in your journal that when I said some bullshit you didn’t like; you changed the subject on me. How could I be so stupid not to get it? I was such an asshole to you, I’m sorry you had to deal with that guy! He's not me anymore!

IT’S BREAKFAST TIME TO EAT

Making bacon 🥓  for breakfast

No question, we are both hungry, and I had planned on making breakfast for us. I told Larry he could hang out in bed while I started cooking the bacon. He was quick to mention cooking bacon naked was a serious concern for him, so he took a bath towel and wrapped my important parts up nicely, and then patted my ass! There, now my play toys are safe! And he went back to bed. I thanked him and said, there’s one thing I love while I’m cooking, he asked what it was, and I told him a back and shoulder rub. He thought that was a good idea but said don’t splash him with bacon grease, because he was still naked. I told him to stay behind me where it was safe, but not safe from my free hand. I’m right-handed, but my left hand had no trouble finding a play toy all on its own! Poor Larry got turned on by my playing with his dick and decided to put his arms around me, where upon some bacon fat popped in the frying pan and burned his arm. His arm took the grease that would have hit my belly, my hero saved me. That’s not his take on the story though.

Larry said, please tell me you’re not going to put this shit in the journal! I’m going to look stupid. I told him he saved the cook from getting burned, he was my hero! (Wink wink.) I told him I’m always looking for stuff to write about, I might need the story. Then he said sarcastically, in a joking way, maybe I should just fuck you in the ass while you’re cooking, that would be more interesting! And then I added, and fun for the cook too! 😅 But before you think I’m insensitive, I did turn off the frying pan and helped Larry take care of his burn, it made his arm all red, and I bet it hurts too. He’s not complaining though. He had a First-Aid kit in the truck, so he put his jeans and sandals on and went out to bring it inside.

I’ll say this about him, his wife did not provide that kit, he did it all on his own, smart dude, huh? I told him after all this, he should go back to bed before there’s another accident! He laughed at my comment and did go sit on the foot of the bed. He still had his jeans on, so I pointed at them, and then gestured to take them off! He understood my gestures and complied, I have him trained right! (Okay, that remark is gonna cost me when he reads it!) I think it’s time to talk again about the journal and when I write about him.

“Larry, now that you’ve read some of my journal chapters and about yourself, what do you think?”

My first thoughts were why in the hell would you want to write about me, there’s nothing interesting about me. You know, every time I read about ‘Larry’, doing this or that, I kind of cringed a bit. Sometimes I felt embarrassed about what you wrote. I’m talking about the sex between us, I never considered it was for anyone but us to know about. That was how I felt at first, frankly Marc, I thought it was kind of like porn.

Okay, I see the face you are making, come on Babe, that was me at first, because it was really embarrassing for me to read about me like that. But after reading a few more chapters, I stopped thinking of Larry as me, but a ‘really sexy’ guy I might like to know one day. So, Marc that's what you wanted to know; it’s how I’ve been handling reading about me in the journal. Now I can’t wait to see the real pages with pictures, when we get back home. Knowing you like I do, it’s probably going to be fucking pornographic pictures! "Do you really think that's what I tried to do by putting pictures in the journal?"  No, not really Marc, I'm just having some fun at your expense, don't you think you deserve it? Don't answer that, I'm just busting your balls again!

Oh and by the way, something else buddy of mine! I saw your warning about full frontal nudity and some sexy videos, in the journal, you made me get worried I’ll see myself in the pictures. Ah, I don’t really know how I’ll handle that. I’m going to have to keep myself and this Larry guy separated; you’re fucking scaring me with this shit! Please tell me the pictures you used don’t look like me, huh? “Babe, there is one nude picture of a guy that is a dead ringer for you.” What! No not really, and you fucken used it? “Don’t worry, it’s just a guy that shares a body type like yours, and he’s hairy like you too! I used it because when I saw it on Tumblr, it made my heart race, I thought it was you. I’ve never known or seen anyone as striking as you!” Do you have to bring up my hairy body all the time? You know how I feel about that! “It’s my plan to get you to like, even love the body you occupy, and I will get you there one day, love of my life!” Yeah, bite me! (We both laughed this dialogue off, don’t worry.)

 

Anyway, everything else you write about sounds exactly like it’s coming from you Babe, you know, how you talk to me normally. While I’m reading it, it’s like you are telling a story to me personally. Man, you know how to grab a guy by the balls when you write! I love that; I don’t know how you can write like that! Maybe I should be interviewing you instead!

You know Babe, reading your journal sometimes seems more like I’m watching a video, with us in it. I really do remember some of that stuff happening, just like you wrote it too. You fucken amaze me, lover boy! I don’t think I could ever write about stuff like you do, I wouldn’t know where to fucking start! How did I get so fucking lucky to have you in my life? "Easy, I live next door to you! Ha ha!"

I asked Larry if he’d like make some toast while I started the eggs cooking and he jumped up off the bed to help right away. I told him he can still answer my questions while working on Breakfast if he’d like.

“Larry, I wrote about our first meeting early in the journal; what were your first thought about me? I’ve never heard you talk about that in the years I’ve known you. If it’s nice I might even put it in the journal too! Ha ha!”

So, you want to go there huh? I thought you were very handsome man, okay? A real and regular guy. I could tell from how you talked that you were educated, maybe at some fancy-ass university, you know. I have my college degrees too, in Engineering. You were super friendly in how you welcomed me to the neighborhood, and when you suggested we go for coffee to get to know each other, I thought it was nice of you. But I did think maybe I should watch myself in case you were coming on to me! Our wives did hit if off immediately, and Ellen pushed me to get to know you better, become friends, you know. But don’t feel bad Marc, I decided to be friends long before she suggested it. We can finally talk free now, you were a big fucken turn-on for me, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let you know that back then!

I remember way back at the beginning, you guys invited us over for a BBQ and Swim and we were blown away at how your backyard was landscaped. You really knew your way around the BBQ too! The one thing I never told you until now, happened when we headed to the pool area for the swim. Do you remember, the girls went inside to work on stuff to go with the Ribs, and we removed our shirts to swim and I saw your naked chest for the first time. I thought you were built ‘really nice’ for an old guy, okay, you weren’t old, and I liked your tan, but I sure didn’t know then, it was an all over tan too! Nice! I can tell you now, I really checked you out that day, you had the body package that I wish I had instead of my own. I liked your light brown hair everywhere, beard, and cool looking body hair too. But I didn’t dare say anything to you.

You know very well now, that I had a problem living with how my body looked, and on the first swim with you I was embarrassed for you to see me. You didn’t say anything about how I looked, but I caught you looking at me often, and I thought maybe you thought I was too hairy. Oh, that reminds me you shit-head, you made a crack about my body hair as fur and joked that I must have looked like that at 10 years old. Well, you weren’t to far off, around 10 or 11 years old I started to get thick blonde peach fuzzy hair on my arms and legs, and the school boys I played with made fun of me all the time, calling me a monkey boy. "That really makes me feel sad, Bro! I'm so sorry! I happen to love that way you look, and it will always be that way brother!"

I know we both didn't have a brother, only sisters as siblings, I was a middle child with long curly blonde hair and sisters who like to dress me up as their hairy sister. They were more like bullies than sisters back when we were young. Everyone said I was too pretty to be a boy, and my mother refused to let them cut my hair for years! After high school I joined the military to try and get rid of the pretty boy crap. Now, hairy pretty boy, especially light blonde hairy pretty boy followed me into the Coast Guard, everyone thought it was funny to joke about except me! You mentioned that when you saw my picture in uniform, I was thin and boy like. I was into my 30’s before I lost my boy look, even with my beard, I looked young. You also said I was 'beautiful'; if you really love me, never ever call me that again! That brought back too many painful memories! I’ll let you call me handsome or gorgeous if you want too, but never pretty or beautiful. Will you promise me? I answered with a big hug, I just left the stove to hug him and tell him I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I asked him if he wanted me to delete the offending sentences. He said ‘absolutely not!’ It was never said to mock or ridicule me. Just don’t do it again!

We are having our breakfast in the dinette area, easy menu, I made all the bacon left in the box, some over easy eggs and toast and butter. My wife taught me how to make the eggs without breaking the yokes and lots of butter. But I bet it’s a cholesterol nightmare though! Its okay, it’s vacation time, right? We continued with the Q and A during Breakfast.

Babe, do you remember when or where you started to feel that maybe you loved me, instead of just liked being my Bro?

Okay I’ll try to answer for the journal guys, I'm sure you already know my answer. I’ll have to separate out infatuation first I guess, if that was love, it was the moment I first laid eyes on you. Later though, it wasn’t just about looks for me, I always felt great just being with you, no matter what we were doing, you just made me like you! You asked me about stuff and listened to what I said. I always thought you cared about me very much.

But real love took a longer time I guess for us, or maybe just for me? We spent lots of time alone together over the years, huh? Good God, how many times have we been out on my fucking boat together and nothing ever happened, I mean, there's a fucken bed below, but we just hung out. Maybe I’m just a fucking coward, afraid you’d reject me if I tried any funny business with you. But on that trip to the lake, you gave me the courage I needed to finally be comfortable around you. The last thing I expected was sex with you at the cabin, it never entered my mind the trip would go that way with us. It never did before, why would it now? Maybe you were much better at your cover than me?

I'm pretty sure it wasn't the sex, as awesome as it was for us, that made me love you. I do think it happened here on this trip though, but again, not just because we were having sex often; it’s how you looked at me. Marc, for years when we talked about important stuff, we looked directly at each other, we never avoided looking to each other’s eyes. I think it’s hard to lie that way. But this time any time I looked into your eyes, you made me weak in the knees. You are doing it to me again right now, you fucker! God, I love you! Does that answer your question? I hope so, my food is getting cold!

“Larry, yeah that more than answers my questions! Thank you, now eat already! Since I’ve talked about you so often in my journal, I thought the guys reading about you might like to hear from you too. I just didn’t want you to shut down the journal if you found out about it and hated it. This trip made it difficult for me to write in my journal without you knowing what I was doing. I took a chance on you not hating the journal and you came through for me, like you always do."

“So, I decided to write a chapter letting you tell about us your way. Thank you for letting me do this for the journal, it will let the guys reading the blog hear from you, and if they like it, they will find a way to tell me. Maybe after we get back, you could write a chapter yourself for the journal, it's yours too you know!”

Marcus, you really are fucking crazy, I can’t write for shit, the chapter would be a paragraph long, if I’m lucky! How about I do stuff, and you write about it, huh? That makes more fucking sense. I don’t think anyone cares about what I think, I hardly care about what I think myself!😅

“Larry you know what I think. You talk to much trash about yourself, I think I have a solution for that too! Remember the toys you were protecting under the towel still around me; I think maybe you could start playing with them as soon as your coffee is gone!”

 

My coffee is gone, come over here and take that fucking towel off right now!

Okay, guys intermission time, the days half over and this journal has too many words already. I’m sure there will be plenty of good stuff yet to happen before we hit the bed tonight. And it’s still fucking raining outside, yay! We don’t want to get dressed anyway, well, I don’t want to get dressed, my guy is still in-training on this concept.

I hope the way I wrote Larry's responses in this chapter wasn’t too hard for you to follow. Don’t be afraid to write us if you’d like to ask questions or just say hello. We are real and we don’t bite! 😇

Thanks for reading, I’ll finish up the day in the next chapter soon.

Marcus and Larry, too! (Larry thinks it should be him first, since he had to work in this chapter!)

Our BIG SUR journal continues in Chapter 32:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/05/ch-32-larry-speaks-out-late-saturday.html