Ch. 33 The Horny Last Night and Day
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| Why we don’t wear clothes to bed |
Hi guys, just to catch you up with us, this should be the
last journal posting on Mancation-2. It’s Sunday in the journal, our day to
leave the campground and head home. As it’s turning out, the weather I wished
for is starting now for the week to come. I believe the rain was the
best thing, it kept the focus on us. However, Larry did get to see stuff he
never had before, and that was nice for him. What made it nice for me, watching
him soaking in the beautiful scenery of Big Sur, and after the many trips I’ve
made to the area, this was the most special!
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| Maybe one of the top two events of the week! |
I can’t speak for Larry right now, so after he gets up to pee,
drinks his coffee, and returns to human, I’ll try to get his take on last
night. Don’t expect anything different though! And Larry, when you read this,
you were a fucking animal last night! And, I loved every fucken minute of it,
wow, you set the fucking bar high! Did I tell you I’m getting even older in
June? Fifty-seven is just a few days away! I’m conceding to you right now, you
fucking rock! You are the champ in bed, and lucky me!
So, I don’t bore you or myself writing about breaking camp
and preparing to leave shit, I won’t. Nothing interesting to write about.
However, since I’m writing this after the fact, and already know what’s coming,
I’ll change the focus to the road trip home. For me, it’s like what a Standup
Comedian must go through setting up the joke, and knowing the punchline, and must
hold back his own laughter. Yup, that what it’s like for me, most of the time I
can’t just cut to the punchline, you need the Setup first. Well, the trip back
home wasn’t all doom and gloom, trust me. (That’s the beginning of the Setup!)
ON THE ROAD AGAIN!
The reason I’m talking to you directly now, is kind of sad,
Larry was sent off to Texas for an indeterminate time. Something big is going
to happen in San Antonio, Texas for them, so that’s where he is and has been
since we came back home. I know one thing, it’s not like California there!
It’s been hot and humid, out here we get hot, but not humid. I feel bad for his
wife Ellen, she got one night with him and zoom zoom, he’s off to Texas. He’s
FaceTimed me but now is not the time to write about that. We’ve got a trip home
to talk about.
As tired as we were from little sleep, this trip is not
going to be the best for him, so I plan on keeping him in tip-top condition.
So, my little brain has been overworked but he’s still in it for the ride! I’m
making believe that I’m horny, but that’s just an act. I’m of course in the
Shotgun Seat again, I have no plans of driving that beast with cargo home. We’ll
stop several times if needed, but I don’t trust me with that rig at all.
It’s about an hour on the road now, I guess; we are off Highway
One and headed inland. And, I get this stupid idea to pull on him, he knows
me now and will probably get my joke. It was an hour or so into the Lake trip, three months ago, when I pulled my cock out of the pants trick. I’m thinking
why not again! Let’s make it an anniversary thing, huh? Yeah, I’m already
laughing because I know the punchline of this story. You gotta love me for
trying this though. There’s no way in hell, that my cock will get hard again, any time soon, especially after last night, and for days to come too! Ha! Okay get ready! I’m only
wearing shorts with an elastic waistband, and a T-Shirt, remember, no underwear
needed this week! So, I slouch in my seat a bit and just push my shorts down to
expose myself to him. What I get from him in return is, “Hey, you’ve got your fucken bare ass
on my leather seats!”
You know, I’m always truthful with you, and now I’m
going to tell you my dick has never been more shrunken in its adult life, than
it is right now! Not even in Alaska, when I was in a kayak near the Mendenhall
Glacier with floating icebergs, at sub-zero temperatures, was it this shrunken.
I guess you have the picture now, huh? Please understand, I would never do this
in front of anyone other than him, not even my wife! So, I take my dick in hand and
pull it out as far as it can stretch, and it snaps back like a slinky toy, so,
I do it again, and again, and each time it snaps back like its made of elastic!
Now I can’t help myself from laughing and he started laughing too, my eyes got
all watery this time from laughing so hard. I told him; do you see what you did
to my cock? You fucken broke it! I’m fucken serious guys, I couldn’t it get slightly
hard or stop it from snapping back, I think it’s telling me, FUCK OFF, I’m
retired! So I gave it my best effort to get it even a little bit hard, (while
my bare ass was still on his leather seats), I didn’t give up, and it just
snapped back, hell if it could have climbed inside of me, I’m sure it would
have. My fucken dick is on strike if it’s not broken! (Trust me it’s not
broken!)
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| Me at the Alaska's Mendenhall Glacier in a Kayak |
I hope you like this humiliating story of mine, because, it should
give you an idea of what life is like between us now. A few short months ago, I’d
probably lose him as a friend if I tried that, besides I wouldn’t have had the
guts to even think of doing that! I like us a lot better now! It shows how much
trust we have in each other!
I just told you crazy stuff I’d never admit, if questioned! I’d
love to know if any of you guys had a silly encounter, that you’d share with
me, I don’t want to be the only one like me! Of course, ‘Mr. I’ve got a younger, stronger
and better cock than you’, said his was already growing watching me! GRRrrr!
So I pulled up my shorts and pouted! 😟️ Not really, just kidding. You know, I was about
99% sure that something like this was going to happen anyway, I just wanted to give him a
laugh on me, and he did! Really, I’m ecstatic that I made it through the night
like I did. It will probably be a long time coming before that night gets repeated,
but I’m quickly going to forget I just wrote that, because there’s always hope
for the future! Remember, my glass in never half empty!
Larry told me later in the day, that he got a big kick out
of seeing me clown around with him like that, and he appreciated my making him
laugh and feel better. Now my elastic dick will always be the counterpoint to
the first trip for him. (Me too!) By now you know from reading this far
into my journal, we really are meant for each other! We lift each other up when
we are down. It won’t be long before he’ll be brave or stupid enough to clown
around for me one day, I’m sure he will. If you saw him laughing hard at me
making a fool of myself, you’d feel the same way I bet!
VISITING CASTROVILLE, THE
ARTICHOKE CENTER OF THE WORLD
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| Miles of growing artichokes |
As we got closer to my wanted stop, there were artichoke
fields as far as the eye could see, all growing at different rates. I told him
look around, and both sides of the fucking roadway were thousands of artichoke
plants. He said, “you mean thousands of weeds, alright, cultivated weeds!” And
then I guess he thought he was going to put the subject to bed with, “Marc, did
you forget in your ‘elderly mind’, that I don’t eat fucken vegetables,
and I sure as fuck, don’t eat weeds!” I laughed, and said, “you know, it’s a
trip listening to use big boy words like fuck, now!” (Did you notice
how I changed the subject on him, I’m fucken good at that too! 😂 Anybody want
to take bets on if eats one of my favorite weeds, spoiler alert, don’t bet!) “Hey Larry, I’ve
known you for eons now, you wouldn’t even say damn or hell, when you spoke to
me. Now you sound like me all the time, what happened?” “I don’t know, should I
care?” “God no! I finally feel like I’m talking to a real guy now!” “Hey, I
wasn’t real before? Just because I didn’t swear?” “First of all, it’s not
swearing, it’s making the language more manly!” I got him laughing again before
he came back with, “You say not manly enough, to a man who has to wheel his
balls around in a wheelbarrow?” “Yeah, I guess, but you do have the best balls
between us, now that I can see them!” 😂
[Hey Babe, when you read this, remember I love you! But I
still don’t know why you changed; however, it makes our ballbusting much more
fun.]
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| Giant Artichoke at the restaurant |
You guys do realize I did get him to stop here, finding a
place to park this beast was a bitch though! He didn’t lose, not yet! I’ve been
talking up the artichoke for him while we were driving around to find a space
long enough for us. And, I know there’s a 1.5% chance I’ll get him to try one,
but I’ll take on those odds because I’m an incurable optimist. Besides, I’ve
got, ‘all men love deep fried anything’, on my side! And fried artichoke
hearts do really taste great! I love to dip them in blue cheese dressing, some
like drawn garlic butter, others mayonnaise. I like any and all of them. So, I
plan on ordering some of those and a steamed artichoke with drawn garlic butter
for me.
We got seated at the small roadside Artichoke restaurant and
I placed my order. He ordered just coffee, and I went for an iced tea, I didn’t
tell him that the fried artichokes were for him yet. But my table discussion
covered that spread he loves that I buy at Costco. He knows it as the Cheese
and Jalapeño Spread, but somehow seemed to skip that Artichoke is a part of the
spread too. I told him it was a Cheese and Artichoke and Jalapeño Spread, I got
an “Oh yeah. It’s got artichoke in it huh? Well, I sure do like that spread.” So,
I rubbed it in with, “It sure is a pretty damn tasty weed spread, for sure!” And I
laughed.
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| Fried Artichoke Hearts |
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| My lunch artichoke |
When the items I ordered were delivered to the table, I said
the fried stuff is tasty, feel free to taste one if you like! And the dip is
garlic butter. Hell, he’d rather just dip his fingers into the garlic butter
and suck on them; but there’s fried food with a tasty looking batter asking to
be eaten. Now listen guys, and you too Larry when you read this! You did not
lose this one, you won the right to eat more fried food with garlic butter!
That is not a loss! Remember that! (Ha ha, I won!) And that plate
of Fried Artichoke Hearts disappeared faster than my steamed globe. I might be
taking odds on whether I’ll get him to try a steamed artichoke one day! I do
expect to be making delicious noises while I’m eating my artichoke! 😋
After we ate, I suggested that we go to the little store
attached to the restaurant. I told him I’d better bring back some big
artichokes or I won’t hear the end of it when I get home. I told him to do the
same for his wife too. He looked at me with that, why would I do that look.
Which translated to, she’ll cook them and make me eat them look! Without a
qualifying statement about not buying some, he said, “I watched you eat those
weeds just now, what’s with the scraping the leaves with your teeth? You didn’t
eat the leaves, just stacked them on the plate, WTF was that all about?” I told
him you don’t eat the leaves, just the soft pulpy stuff after it’s been cooked.
But that the heart at the bottom was the big present for putting up with all
the leaves and hairy choke! “Yeah, I saw that thing, talk about gross looking!”
I told him that when he finally grows into his ‘big boy words’ he can look
forward to eating ‘big boy food’ too! I refuse to tell you here what he said
next, it was funny, but super personal too! See, Larry I don’t give everything
away for free! 😁 BTW, he did
buy his wife a present, but it wasn’t artichokes. Don’t worry, I bought a bunch
to take home! 🤣
BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN, A
LONG WAY TO GO YET
I went for it as soon as we were safely on the road again,
“Larry, our lives changed this week, at least mine did, what are we going to do
now? I know when we get back home, nothing will change that much, but where’s
your head right now?” “Yeah, thanks Marc for dumping that on me first! How
about I dump it right back on you instead?” So, for the next hour or so we walked
around the concept of change, but we know our jobs and wives will take
precedence. I know that I have a ‘Shit-Pot’ pile of work I left behind, because
I could, but I’m going to have to tackle that ASAP. Larry doesn’t work from home,
so he’ll be facing whatever, when he returns on Monday. Well we didn’t get
anywhere fast on that subject, so, I tried again. “Larry, I’m going to want
more time with you now, even more than the past few weeks. I know I’ll have to
share you, but in the past, I’d wait weeks sometimes for a chance to go get
coffee together. I know I can’t do that anymore. Will you try to work me into
your life better than you did before?”
“Marcus, yes, yes I know, it has to change. I won’t want to be away myself; you’ve become a big part of me now. All I do is think
of you, even when I was laying next to you in bed this week, I was wondering
how I will handle it without you. Fuck, I love my wife, and I’ll have her
beside me every night, but will I be thinking about you? I mean, I don’t know,
it’s something I never had to deal with before. You were just a sexy fantasy,
even after the trip to the lake, and fuck, even this week, you are a biggest
fucking fantasy that’s become real. What the fuck will I do when we can’t be
together? Sometimes I wish I could just turn on the fucken tears and make it
all better.”
My inner dad just wants to take over and make it all better
for him, hell, for me too! But my inner dad has no ideas right now, where’s the
book and chapter that tells me what to do or say? We had to know this was going
to happen if we fell in love with each other, we just had to know. Neither one
of us are willing to change anything at home, I don’t have to ask him that,
because I don’t see my home life changing much as well. Maybe I need to lighten up the conversation
somewhat!
“Larry may I give you my idea of a fantasy that would knock
my socks off?” “God, yeah, please let’s get lighter!” So, I give him my idea
which just popped into my head, inner dad coming back to life again. “Larry,
this is what I propose to you, and it has to be spontaneous too. One day you
decide to work from home, and after the wives are off to work, take your key to
my house and come around the back side, quietly open my office door, and work
your way into my bedroom. I’ll be asleep more than likely, so climb into bed
with me and wake me up your favorite way. Your choice here. We’ll get the time
together that we need, and when we are done, it’s off to work with you! What do
you think?”
“Marcus, you horny fucker, it’s a better idea than the one I
never came up with!” I’ll make it even better, sometime you do the same
fucking thing, you never come over to my place that way.” “Okay, you are right,
just one point, your entrance to the house is in plain view, can you arrange a
way for me to enter from the back side of the house?” “I’ll make you a fucking
key as soon as I get to the hardware store, buddy! Now you have me kind of
excited too?” I reminded him that I have been in his bedroom a few times, but
his wife was also home at the time. He knew that, but I’ve never been there to
fuck around with him like he has in my place. Of course, there’s my warm pool
as a draw too! But, point taken, I’ll be happy to do that, but the only problem
I perceive is I won’t know when he will be home working unless he tells me
firsts. I’m always home, well almost always. I guess we can work this out via
text messaging.
MY NEXT STOP IS COMING UP
AND HE DOESN’T KNOW IT YET
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| Casa de ‘Feed Your Face’ place |
I asked him if he ever stopped at the 'Casa de Fruta' just
outside of Gilroy and a part of Hollister. He said no, but he knew where it
was, just never stopped. I told him too bad because it’s a very popular stop for
just about everybody on the way to the coast or back inland. They have a nice
restaurant, shops and stuff for the kids to do, including a train ride. But
most of important, clean restrooms to use. I told him about their funny naming
system, everything there starts out with “Casa de… something” like Casa de Choo
Choo” for the train, and similar names for the Wine Store, Sweet Shop, and the
Vegetable and Fruit stand. My first wife named the restrooms for the kids when
they were small, as, “Anybody in the car need to go to Casa de PeePee or Casa de
PooPoo, and the kids would yell out yes and Casa de Candy too! God, I miss
those fucking days so much, now everyone is grown and moved away, man I may
need to cry soon! If I wasn’t so old, I’d try to have kids all over again!
Larry asked me what’s stopping me, and I just looked at him like he was crazy!
"Kid time is over, Grandpa time is starting!"
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| Casa de Choo Choo, my kids loved this place |
So, I told him he better stop there because I’m hungry and I
need to go to ‘Casa de PeePee’ bad. And, I also told him that parking with
trailers is a cinch, lots of travelers stop there. And, it’s a great
place to pick up another present for the wives. We damn well better pick up
some gifts, they let us have the week off the nagging To-Do Lists, and have the peaceful
quiet of two guys hanging together! What I didn’t tell him yet, was my plans for
going inside the trailer one last time before heading home in the Valley. I
have definite plans for his cock for sure, and I hope he'll get similar plans for
mine too!
We were able to park just where I thought he could, except
'Casa de PeePee' is a long walk from where we parked, I’m counting on we do not
walk past any running water, sounds of water, the look of water until we get
there. I even walked faster than I normally do, I think my urgency passed over
to him, so, now it was a minor race to see who would get to 'Casa de PeePee'
first! Thanks to the custodians of 'Casa de PeePee', the place was open, and a
couple of urinals were free. Funny thing, the two open urinals were
side-by-side, normally a guy would wait until for a third to open, but this
time we threw caution to the wind and peed side-by-side. I even noticed him
peeking at my PeePee too, so I returned the peek, this was the second time I’ve
seen him pee, it’s still a trip to see your buddy pee. God, that sound so asinine huh? Come on, I done a lot more with his dick than watch it pee, he
has too!
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| Casa de Fruita and Garlic Braids to buy |
After we emptied our bladders, it was off to 'Casa de Feed
Your Face', and had some sandwiches and fries. And, I dragged him into the 'Casa
de Gifts' to get a presents for the wives, and then off to the 'Casa de Fruit and Garlic Braids'
for fresh fruit and preserves to take home. I love the Prickly Pear Jam and my
wife is a fan of anything hot, so I bought some jalapeño jelly and some
habanero and ghost chilies and a Garlic Braid for her. Just a small present means I'm thinking about her, and
that’s nice. She does the same for me when she’s gone on a business trip. I had
to help Larry decide since he avoids shopping like the plague. His wife will like
what I picked out for him, and he’ll get the credit! Unless he becomes and
asshole, then I’ll take the credit! Ha ha, oh just kidding, were good!
Now with our hand full of gifts, bellies filled, wallets
emptied, and bladders happy, for now. We headed for the truck and trailer. This
time the walk seemed so much shorter than when we had to pee so bad. I
suggested that we put the gifts inside the trailer instead of the truck. Of
course, I got, “What the Fuck for, there’s a whole empty back seat in the
truck.” I told him, "just humor me with this okay." Man, he can be dense
sometimes!
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| Thank God, it’s still alive! |
We put the packages down on the bed and I told him
to drop his pants. Suddenly, the light goes on in his eyes, and he drops them
by just pushing them down without unzipping. Somehow, we both can do that
pretty good! Always a nice touch, lack of underwear makes things so much
simpler! I sat down and pulled him close enough for me to get to his dick. That
little beast was getting hard just as it was getting the idea of what was
coming. You’ve got to love youth, huh? I really was looking forward to this and
apparently, he was too! Since I represent the older faction of my readers, have
faith in me, my dick has recovered nicely since this mornings clown-fest, and I
can feel it growing too! Thank God, it’s Alive! It didn’t retire after all! Now
all I want is for him to cum for me, so he can get busy on mine! Of course, he
hung in there longer than my dick wanted, but my mouth was extremely happy. My
hands were ecstatic when I ran them all over his everything I could reach on him.
I am going to miss that hairy body of his way too much! My dick sprang to life
once I started on his leg and body hair! I'm thinking come on Larry my dick isn’t getting
any younger! I think he had mercy on me and said let me suck you off for a while, huh, I can tell you are ready for me! That was sweet, but he did say we will time ourselves so that we cum together. Do you see why I love him so
much! I can’t imagine anyone else saying something like that to me.
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| He got both dicks in hand together, that's a new trick |
[Larry I’m sorry, but I’m writing this at home, and I’m
really horny right now after writing about us, and that’s my only excuse. I
miss you buddy so fucken much; I hope you come back home from Texas soon!]
We managed to get home at a reasonable time, emptied the trailer out of our belongings, did a last minute clean check and headed to John's place to return the trailer and get our deposit back. The girls went along with us in the back of the truck, they missed us you know! We did miss them too!
After we got the trailer unloaded from the truck, the girls said they'd treat us to dinner out. We said, we could use a shower first, but they said they missed the funky smell of us! Nothing fancy though, and really nice quiet Bistro was their choice. So, we went, funk and all.
I can't talk about much more, Larry was whisked off the next day and I've only seen him in FaceTime twice now. Shit happens in our world! I'll tell all when I know all, I guess.
I hope you enjoyed reading about our Mancation-2 as much as we did doing it!
Until next posting, take care,
Marcus and Larry
Our AFTER BIG SUR journal continues in Chapter 34:
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