Ch. 52 Post Cruise Bombshell Hits

Capturing Every Moment Together

After the cruise dust settled for several days, the wives thought a dinner party at home was in order for us. This is one of those parties where we all participate in the creation of the meal. Don’t be surprised that it’s not a 'ribeye steak party', that would have been Larry’s choice. This was an 'Italian Dinner', spaghetti and Italian sausage, garlic bread, and Caesar salad. That was the girl’s choice, and this old 'Italian Boy' has no problem with that, what-so-ever! My ‘wanna be Italian’ Babe actually likes Italian meals too! We’ve been working on him for the past eight years. As a consummate ‘veggie hater’, he has actually started ordering salads in restaurants now! And if it’s a 'Caesar Salad', he tries to be first in line for the most garlic croutons and parmesan curls.

Ellen was busy chopping hearts of romaine for me at the kitchen island, and Larry was right behind her, being a pervert! He was fake rubbing her butt and making mock fucking motions, it’s a good thing she couldn’t see him. It was for my benefit only; the little fucker is trying to get me hard. My wife had her back to us working at the stop top. She’s making a large pot of homemade spaghetti sauce with Italian sausages stewing in the sauce. If you could just smell our kitchen right now! It’s fucking awesome! My job is to make my version of the Caesar Dressing, and Larry got the garlic bread detail. Before you think Ellen got the easy job, she’s helping Larry by peeling the garlic and chopping it for him. He’s got his own special blend of ingredients for the garlic bread. So, we all will bring our best to the meal tonight.

WE GOT ASKED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE TO SHOP

Dominic's Sicilian Deli

My wife asked me to run to ‘Dominic’s Sicilian Deli’, it's just down the road from us. She needs a big chunk of Parmigiano Reggiano Cheese, because she used the last rind of it in the sauce. I’m now thinking, hey let’s get dessert too; if I’m going to Dominic’s Deli, I’ll buy some Cannolis for us. He makes the best in the area! We are all in such a great mood, let’s call that a playful mood, so, I ask Ellen if I could borrow her attachment to go with me to the Deli. She said, “please, do! Go, go with Marc, make sure he doesn’t forget why he’s there!” I told her, “Thanks, I guess.” Larry says to her, “I can go with him, really, really you’re not just teasing me, huh?” Both wives joined in with, “GO! Both of you, out of the kitchen! Now!” Well, I told you we were all in a good mood, we are just playing with each other right now. Have no fear, Larry and I have our kitchen jobs yet.

Okay, maybe it’s time to tell you; my wife really has a name, she received it 50 years ago too! I saved you the trouble of trying to figure who’s who in the stories by only naming Larry’s wife, and not mine. So, in chapter 52 you’ll learn her name, it’s Lisa. I’ll try to include her name when necessary from now on. 

Larry asked me in front of the wives, “are we taking the Sports Car?” I said, “no, we’ll take the Crossover. Dominic’s is just down the road, by the time I uncover the car and warm it up, we’ll be back.” All I got was, “Aw!”  Once we got into the garage, Larry said I was being mean to him and the sports car. I laughed and told him if he was a good little boy, we’d take the car out for a ride one day soon. Obviously, we are still having fun. 

Yeah, kind of missed this lately

Once inside the garage, with the house door closed behind us, I had two hands cupping my ass cheeks. That’ll teach me to have him follow me out to the garage. (Note to self: Make sure Larry always follows me into the garage!) I immediately stopped which resulted in being body slammed by him, which didn’t seem to faze him one bit, now I have two hands cupping my junk. (Note to self: Nah I can remember this.) The next thing that suggested I might be alone with a masher, I had the warm breath of a horny man breathing down the side of my neck, and my ear lobe being nibbled upon. Oh, man, if we only had some real alone time right now. The garage is not a safe spot, what if my wife tries to reach us before we leave. Maybe for one addition item. I spun around and at least got a kiss that I’ve been missing for days. Neither one of us wasted time with words of need for each other, just a little tonsil hockey for a minute or two. That had to satisfy us right now, but we know for sure, we need some alone time together soon, it’s been days since we’ve seen each other.

I broke up the suck-face time to get into the car, but not before I copped a good enough feel, to know my buddy was going commando again. If you think he doesn’t know I’m doing the same thing, reread the last paragraph. I don’t really remember why we go commando as often as we do, or when it started, but it sure makes it easier for two horn-dogs to get to the business end faster, ha-ha. But if our balls drop any more than they already do, we might need to wear jockstraps! I always wanted low hangers, maybe I should have thought this through more; like that would help anyway. 

It’s just about 4 miles to the Deli, maybe 10 minutes one way, so we need to watch it, or we’ll be gone over a half hour. I know Lisa (remember, my wife), has this built in clock and will know we got side-tracked. For now, that could mean anything except for what we might get blamed for. I was getting a kick out of how Larry was chatting up a storm of horny content, on the way to the Deli. Waiting eight years to get to this point in our lives, might have been the best thing to get to our current relationship. Larry was definitely massaging a growing boner in his pants while telling me how much he wants us fucking again, and very soon! I had to ask him, “Babe, what are you going to do with that boner you are working on, when we get to the Deli?” He told me that was not something he wants to think about right now. Great, my Babe is going to arrive in the store looking like an Adolescent male with an unexpected boner going on! I therefore had to request this, “At least, if you are going to continue rubbing one out, release the beast, I want to see it too!” Ask and you get what you want sometimes. 

(Note to both of us: Pay attention to where you are when super-horny!) The next comment out of him was, “you got tissues in here”. Ha-ha, my horny buddy didn’t factor in just how fucking horny he really was, and I got to watch, well and watch the road too. Larry didn’t plan on cumming I guess. He already had his pants opened and then he pulled up his shirt exposing that beautiful hairy belly of his, in time to receive his load. Not the best place to cum, considering I’m out of range to help receive his load, and it wasn’t planned anyway. Moreover, it’s better there on his belly than trying to explain cum stains on his shirt or pants, huh. “Yes, I do, look down near your left foot, there’s a box there.” I guess you could say, for two buddies, we’ve come a long way from the first time alone together. Larry apologized for doing that, but I don’t think that’s the problem; the problem is, he made me super horny watching him jerking off! Now I have a fucking boner in my pants. Oh, the injustices of life! My Babe did offer a possible solution if I could find a spot to pull off of the road. Now, as much as I want to do that for him, whoops, I mean me, I think the boner is relaxing some. “Babe, I have a better idea, how about we get together later tonight, you know there’s no work for you in the morning, it’ll be Sunday.” He asked me if I was sure, that I didn’t want to get off now. I’m looking ahead of me and I can see the intersection of Auburn Folsom Road and Douglas Blvd., coming up, we are essentially at the Deli now, I think it can wait. Besides I want Larry up to 100% when it happens. “I’m sure Babe, I appreciate you thinking about me though.” I did ask him to notice if I was boner-free once I got out of the car. Remember, commando pants works against hiding boners, especially my kind of boner. He came around to the driver’s side of the car to look, he said, “Nah, you’re good, but it looks like you have a great package though!” “Really!” He just laughed at me, and headed into the Deli, while saying, “I’m buying the Cannolis for us. Do you want Chocolate dipped or plain?” I said, “Thanks, plain.” I set out to pick up a large chunk of Parmesan Cheese, since Lisa and I will both need it today. Man, I saw the price on that chunk of cheese, I might need to get a fucking bank loan! But I kept my mouth shut about the cost, no time to be a cheapskate!

It didn’t take long in the Deli, somehow, we must have beat the crowds, so it was back in the car to head home. Once again, I was asked if I’d like to get off before we got home. And once again, I begged off until later tonight, but thanked him once more for thinking about my needs. I told Larry, he already got me hot watching him beat off. Well, Larry doesn’t take no often for an answer, so, he reached over the center console to get to my crotch. I figured, let him go for it, my burly man wants me badly, he kind of proved that in the garage minutes ago. Fortunately, we were arriving at the Guard Gate, somebody new working today, so we just waved as he lets us pass on the resident lane. Out of sight of the gate, his hand was back on my pants again. Well, his hand was on my zipper which he carefully opened and reached inside my pants. I said, “Babe, you’ve got the coldest fucken hands, do you want my dick to go into hiding on you.” So, I slowed down to the actual requested speed limit while he blew on his hands and rubbed them together. It actually warmed them up but leaving my dick outside my warm pants did start the ultimate reduction in size. To give us a little more time, I purposely chose to drive around the community to give him some time with my dick. I figured it out, it wasn’t just about getting me off, he also wanted some hands-on time with my dick. I get it. But I’m not going to cum, not until I get him in my arms tonight. He knows that, and having his warmer hands on my junk, well, I’m such a lucky guy to have him in my life! That just might be what he’s thinking about me and him, right now too. I stayed true to what I wanted for us, and it’s not just two or three minutes in the car.

THE VICTORIOUS SHOPPING MEN ARE BACK HOME

Those are Sicilian Cannolis 

Larry got the kudos he wanted by bringing back the Cannolis for dessert; even though dessert wasn’t requested. However, he sure put on a show for the girls by opening the container and letting them get a sniff before putting them into the refrigerator. So, I don’t know if the wives had plans for dessert, even if they did, Sicilian Cannolis always win for the four of us! And I’m the only Sicilian here too! Italian food and desserts always rule here!

Parmigiano Reggiano

Somehow the $37.75 I spent on the giant chunk of Parmigiano Reggiano seemed to fall through the cracks for kudos; really Marcus, who gives a fuck about the Parmigiano Reggiano? Yeah, well try the spaghetti or Caesar Salad without the Parmigiano, then they’ll see. Maybe you can tell I’m a little high on something, try getting my dick played with and watch my Babe cum, and expecting alone time with him tonight, may have gotten me a bit giddy. Ya think!

When we got back into the kitchen, the wives gave it up for us to work. Larry got busy on the garlic cheese bread with a big round loaf of Sourdough Bread. I know it’s going to be good, buttery and loaded with garlic and Parmesan, because he’s made it often for us. My job was to make the dressing for the Caesar Salad. I learned how to make this one back in my 20’s and it’s everyone’s favorite. It’s got a coddled egg, (egg in its shell totally immersed in boiling hot water for one minute) anchovies (paste), garlic, Worcestershire sauce, Dijon mustard, salt, pepper, and lemon juice. And the deft touch of yours truly’s hand with his favorite whisk. I used to do this in front of my dinner guests years ago for show, now it’s hurry up and get it done, okay; kind of sad huh? I’m also making the croutons today, since Larry is using Sour Dough Bread, I’m using cubed Brioche and my secret; bacon fat and garlic, toasted in a pan before finishing in a slow oven. Of course, before serving I add shaved Parmigiano Reggiano curls. I used to make Parmesan crisps, but everyone loves my croutons now. I might be a horny middle-aged fucker, but I can cook too!

I don’t know why I’m getting so much into this dinner, maybe it’s because it’s the first time all four of us have been together since coming back from the cruise. Everything about the cruise was awesome, I mean even the stuff I didn’t write about too. The times all four of us get together, we are reminded of how much fun we know how to have, doing whatever. So, before we ate, Larry made us cocktails with Prosecco and Limoncello, fresh Blueberries and Thyme. I’m always blown away how devoted he is to staying sober while making drinks for others. And this cocktail was awesome Babe!

We spent a little time talking about the cruise, the shore excursions and how much they loved the Spa day that we gave them. Somehow, I’m experiencing some guilt pains about why we gave them the Spa Day. I mean we didn’t go cheap on them, but we so wanted those three hours for ourselves too. My Babe is getting braver all the time, or I’m starting to rub off on him big time. He told them about the men we met at coffee, especially Pete, and how he finally found someone who could hold a candle to him on Beatle Trivia. And that saved me from blabbing something I shouldn’t have about Maurice. Larry was totally into talking about the Beatles until it was Salad time. How could I have spent eight years of my life with him as my best friend, and not know about his obsession with that band! Those times we’ve had music on in any vehicle we drove, it was Classic Country, or Classic Jazz. I’m okay with most genres, not a fan of dissident Jazz, but I like Pop Music most of the time.

I never thought about bringing up the men we met, with our wives, they know we spend a lot of time together when we can, so why bother bringing up stuff we might get in trouble with. Well, I might have created this new and improved dude, maybe I can sit a few crises out now and then, with him by my side. Somehow, the wives didn’t seem as into the Beatles quite like him, but they listened to his story until they said, “Salad Time! Marcus you get to serve us.” I knew that, so I excused myself to gather up everything. I brought out the Hearts of Romaine mixed with my toasted bacon and garlic croutons and then, re-whisked the dressing in front of them and added it to the salad, tossed and served it to them. And then I asked who wanted shaved Parmesan, silly question, so I directly shaved the Parmesan onto each of their salad plates. I came back with our giant peppercorn mill and cracked pepper for them too. Maybe I missed my calling, Chef and Server; Nah, I’ll keep my job. Ha-ha.

HERE’S A VOICE YOU’VE HEARD LITTLE FROM SOBER

Okay, maybe that’s not a fair heading for Ellen, but she has said unfiltered stuff when tipsy on our trip, which I won’t forget soon. It was funny stuff; I don’t think Larry would think differently.

While I was doing my share of the dinner, Ellen said she had something to tell us. My first thought lately is, oh oh, what’s coming. But today, I didn’t catch anything in her voice to concern myself over. She said, her company is sending her for a weeklong training seminar to Santa Barbara. I immediately jumped in and said, “take me, take me! I love Santa Barbara, oh please, I’ll drive for you.” She said, “Oh sweetie, I’m not driving, I’m flying.” So, I said, “great I fly too!” Larry, popped in with, “Hey buddy, I’m right here you know!” And my wife Lisa added the rest of the story that I interrupted being silly Marcus. Lisa told us that Ellen invited her to be her guest at the seminar, since she would benefit from the sessions too. 

I asked them how long they have been holding this information from us. Ellen told us that it was just this week at work, and Lisa added she asked her boss just the other day for permission, which she got. Ellen said that they planned on letting us know tonight at dinner. Larry looked more than stunned, maybe a bit more annoyed than I thought he would be at the news. And with more sarcasm than I’ve heard from him, he said, “well I guess I’ll be eating out every night. How many days will you be gone, and when to when.” Wow, he’s not taking this too well, I’m fucking surprised too! Like, is he forgetting something important, like us, alone, together! Really, we need to talk!

Ellen told him that I was a good cook, maybe the two of us could take care of the meals together. She offered to make a bunch of dinner stuff and freeze it for him, if he wanted her to do that. He said, “nah, I probably just eat a big lunch and snack later.” To which she said, “now that sounds more like you.” I told them I’d be happy to have the company at dinner if he wanted to come over. Larry told me, “thanks buddy, maybe I will, I was forgetting you’d be by yourself too.” Ellen and Lisa mostly said together, “see, we knew you’d work it out somehow.”

If you guys think my mind hasn’t already traveled down several roads during this information, you don’t know me at all. But I’m kind of surprised that Larry seemed so upset. I know they don’t just sleep in their bed; they’re nothing like Lisa and me, maybe he’s reacting to that. Has he forgotten about us, this is weird, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to show anyone what I’m thinking.

Four Seasons, The Biltmore Santa Barbara, CA

We had finished our salad course and kind of wrapped up the part of the news of them leaving us for a week. I still haven’t heard any details about the trip, when will they leave, when will they return, and where in Santa Barbara will they be headed. Maybe the University of California, a great place to have a seminar. So, I asked her. “So, girls where in Santa Barbara will you be staying? Will the seminar be there too?” Ellen told us it was at the, “Four Seasons Resort, The Biltmore Santa Barbara.” To which I dramatically said, “oh fucking stab me in the heart, will you, the ‘Biltmore’?” And then I heard myself say “fucking” to them, and immediately apologized for the slip of my tongue. To which they both had comments back to me, averaging out to, “we’re 50, guys, not children, besides we overhear you two guys swearing all the time, and what makes you think we don’t use colorful language ourselves.” I told them I’m not used to talking like that around women, that’s all. For me it’s kind of a guy thing, besides I don’t think that’s swearing, it’s just a word. “But the Biltmore, I love that place as much as I love Santa Barbara! And you’re staying there too?” The girls said together, “Yes, and our bosses are picking up the tab, so you guys are off the hook.” Larry was looking at me like I was a total nutcase, I looked back at him and said, “What?” “It’s just fucking LA and a hotel!” “Just LA and a hotel!! Obviously, you’ve never been there!” “Damn right, I don’t like LA.” “It’s not LA, not even close! It’s a beautiful city on the coast, great oceanfront living, eating, I mean I can’t believe you don’t know about it!” “Marcus, chill out, I’m just messing with you, remember, I was a Coastie, been there often when I was in the Service. It’s a great town, remind me to tell you a couple of stories.” To which two wives said in tandem, “you have stories?” He said, “never mind, they are not for mixed company.” Now he has my undivided attention, and one more thing I have to remember to ask him about.

It was time for the Spaghetti and Italian Sausages and the girls went into the kitchen to get the food. Maybe you had to be there, because Larry and I had no words used, but man did our faces get a workout with expressions. It was hilarious, trust me on this. There was no question, Larry was the best actor today, he even had me thinking he was annoyed at the news. After eight years of hanging with me, Larry is getting better at being Marcus, than Marcus is at being Marcus. He’s been picking up stuff from me and making it his own. Damn, I must be a good teacher! Before they returned to the Dining Room with the food, I stuck out my tongue a bit wetting my lips and Larry almost lost it and started laughing, so much so that the wives asked what was so funny. So, here was his test of how Marcus he was becoming. He told them I was still clowning around about them going to Santa Barbara without him; the girls were happy not to hear another word about it too! Well, we were clowning around by making faces, it’s just the wetting of my lips had a totally different meaning.

I asked Larry, was he forgetting the Garlic Bread, to which he said, “oh shit, I hope it didn’t get too hard in the oven.” No, it was great, just like the rest of the meal. Since Larry bought Cannolis for our dessert, I thought maybe I should take down my stash of Jamaican Blue Mountain Estate Coffee Beans and grind enough for coffee for all. Tonight’s news is well worth sharing my coffee beans but save enough for coffee every morning with my Babe. If you are wondering, Larry and I kept this news so buried inside us, they had no idea of the joy that was overcoming us once again. But if you think this story is over, think again. Fortunately, during the meal, the most noise that came out of our collective mouths, was lip smacking. The spaghetti sauce Lisa has learned how to make is stellar! She got it from the Food Network's Giada De Laurentiis Show. It cooks with the leftover rind of Parmesan Cheese inside the sauce, I’m sure my Mother would have loved this idea, her family came from Naples, Italy. My Father’s family came from Catania, Sicily, and they both know how to make tomato sauce. I guess I’m a half-breed Italian, the best of two Italian Cultures.

OKAY, STAY AWAKE IMPORTANT STUFF AHEAD

It was during coffee and Cannolis that something we’ve been expecting came up. It once again came from Ellen, but Lisa got into it after a while too. I felt my stomach trying to reach up and strangle my heart, and I’m hoping my new Marcus clone buddy will keep his mouth shut and let me do any talking. It’s not that I don’t trust him, but I don’t trust him as a brand-new 'Marcus clone'.

NEW HEADING, OH SHIT!

Ellen said that she knew Larry and I were really good buddies, and that we now have broken through the strained years of homophobia and have had a couple of trips together. And that all of us have been comfortable being without clothes in the pool too. She thought that was a big breakthrough for all of us. My wife Lisa is a lot more like me as a liberal thinking person, whereas, Larry and Ellen are more conservative. Lisa just came out and asked us, since Larry and I have been naked in the pool, for a while now, how did we handle that in Big Sur. Does being naked together turn us on. Ellen jumped in before we could respond, with, "you guys are really good looking, does that make it easier to mess around some." Okay, I knew this day was coming, so I’ve had time to try out several answers, I just didn’t think it would be in front of a foursome. My first thought was to throw something back at Ellen that happened in Seattle when she was more than tipsy. “You mean viewing that cute tight tan ass you think I have, is that what you mean?” And laughed some, she said, “You do know that I do not remember saying that at all, except for you telling me all the time.” I told her, “you realize I’ll never forget the compliment, and will bring it up often because she was sweet to say so.” “Okay Markie, so you guys both have cute asses, among other traits we like, does that turn you guys on too?” (I’m thinking was this on the menu as dessert for them?)

I looked at Larry and told them, “I thought he was the most handsome man I’ve ever met, and that he likes me too, so that makes me very happy. And, although it feels awkward to tell you this, when we were cold on our trips, we spooned to keep warm. Furthermore, I liked that we could do that without difficulty.” Lisa looked at Larry and asked him a similar type of question, I guess to see how he would answer. We’ve got two possible choices here, the 'old Larry style', or the new ‘Marcus clone Larry style'. I held my breath and waited to see which Larry would emerge. 

Larry told them, that he always thought I was very good-looking man and was happy to hear I could find him attractive too. And yes, he was happy we could spoon to stay warm; it didn’t bother him one bit. And then he asked both of them a question or two. “Was that what you both wanted to hear or is there more. If you want to know does Marcus turn me on? Damn right he does, I love everything about him, he’s kind and thoughtful and best of all he makes me laugh all the time. No one makes me laugh more than Marcus.”

The girls said they heard enough, they hoped we had a strong connection, because they had one too. I asked them did that mean, “there’s something about you girls you’d like us to know about, maybe something physical going on between you two? Lisa asked back to us, “would the answer to that question upset us.” I answered and figured the new Larry would jump in if he wanted. “No, it doesn’t, I completely understand how you can be attracted to someone you love being with. I know you girls have been tight friends for years, why wouldn’t you get attracted to each other eventually. I kind of expected that there could be something more than iced tea and nude swimming between you. It’s okay with me.” Larry added little to the conversation, mostly that he knew Ellen was very fond of Lisa, as well as me too.

Lisa asked both of us, would you guys get unhinged if you knew we kind of expected something physical was going on between you guys. I looked at Larry, the new and improved version, and asked him, “do you want to take this one?” To which he said, “thanks buddy!" And then answered, "No, I would not mind you thinking that about us; I’m not sure what you want from us though.” Lisa asked him pointedly, “what was all that stuff Marc complained about you saying for years?” “Do you mean my anti-gay stuff?” “Yes, why did you go through all that for years, if you didn’t mean it?” “Maybe that’s harder to explain in just a few words. I guess I thought if he knew I had developed strong feelings for him, that maybe he’d break off our friendship, so I made sure he never knew.” Lisa just shook her head in disbelief, and said, “I can’t believe you guys carried on for years over nothing.” Larry and I both said, “it wasn’t nothing, if you knew guys better than you do, you wouldn’t have said that.” Lisa came back typical of her style, “do you really want to get into this right now?” The new Larry said, “no, and it’s not because I can’t debate you on this, I love you and Marcus too much to do that.” 

Lisa said, “well, anyway, maybe we just needed to know that you guys supported us. We don’t need details, maybe it’s just knowing we all have been attracted to each other; and if you guys feel like we do, maybe it's right.” Ellen jumped in with her take too. “Lisa has been my best friend for as long as you guys have been best friends. Maybe we have an additional bond as Mothers with empty nests, and going through the change of life together strengthen our bond too. We really don’t profess to know what makes men tick, period, but the idea that you two could have a similar bond to ours, just makes us feel so much better about ourselves.”

About halfway through eating my Cannoli, I headed back to the kitchen to refill our coffee cups. When I returned, Ellen spoke up, “remember your trip to the coast?” I said how could we forget it. “Did it ever cross your minds why we helped you shop for all the stuff you needed and made sure the trip would be great for you.” I told them it had come up a bit, and we weren’t sure that you just wanted to get rid of us for a week. Our wives laughed and said, “yeah, that too! We wanted you guys to get to where we were in our relationship, maybe to justify what we were feeling for each other. We wanted you guys to test your friendship. What we don’t know, but kind of suspected, maybe you reached some kind of physical bond too.” Larry said, “don’t worry we reached a level that was comfortable for us.” (Atta boy, Babe!)

I asked about the actual dates for their trip and return. Ellen said she’ll give Larry the airline info and numbers to reach in an emergency. And then she said, the Seminar will be over early on Friday, but we will drive down to Ventura to visit my Sister. We’ll fly back home on Sunday and would hope you can pick us up at the Airport. I said of course I would and take them there on the Sunday before too. 

Ellen asked Larry if he’d stay with me, and he said, “damn right, you know I don’t like sleeping alone!” Lisa asked if sleeping was all it was, he had in mind, to which he said, “wouldn’t you like to know.” And laughed. Don’t worry, she knows enough now. Now, if I could convince the girls to go over to Larry and Ellen’s for tonight, I’d be happy. I’m still thinking about how to do that, so it looks like their idea. 

IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME WE GOT OUT OF THE KITCHEN

At the end of our dessert, it was late, and I was wanting some time alone with Larry. It wasn’t looking like that was going to happen tonight. In the kitchen, were we all pitched in to clean up, Ellen noticed the steam coming off the pool. It was in the low 50°s outside, but I do have the pool heater on. I know it’s expensive to heat it during the cold weather, but swimming is my drug of choice, I don’t do drugs, therefore I don’t spend money on drugs too. But don’t ask about my gas bill okay, I can afford it. So, anyway, Ellen suggested that Larry and I go into the pool and let them finish cleaning up. Great idea now, just convince Larry to strip out in the cold of the night. The pool is 84° that’s when the thermostat shuts off. Once in the pool you can see your breath, but it’s toasty warm. That is until you get out. Ha-ha. I asked the girls if they were going to join us, that was a silly question, they’ll be back in, next Summer. Besides, they have a shit pot full of info to digest tonight about us. I just hope they won’t be watching us. BTW, I got Larry out into the pool, he’s done this before with me over the years, but is not a fan of the before and after part of the pool time.

Both had a dick in hand

I asked him if he had prepared himself for me at home, but before he answered, he asked me the same thing. No, neither one of us did. Well, fucking is out unless we don’t care. We care. While we were talking, we both had a dick in hand, and not our own too.  We were both concerned that we might be seen messing around, even if they don’t seem to care. We are just not ready for that yet. And, I hope they don’t go back to the request that we suck each other off in front of them. I speak for both of us, we are not ready for that, may never be ready, don’t want to think about it too! All of this took up a few seconds, we had a lot to talk about now, maybe sex will have to wait; Nah, something will go down tonight.

It usually is me pushing for something, but tonight it was Larry. We had our backs to the pool wall in the deep end just treading water. There’s a warm water inlet jet between us that we were both using occasionally letting the water rush over our junk, I don’t know what to say about that, it just feels good. Sometimes we’d back into the jet and let it come in between our legs and hit our balls first. That takes guts to do, for more than a minute or so, tonight we needed the extra ball pain to get us back to reality.  For the duration in the pool, let’s say tonight, ‘makeshift hot tub’, we didn’t swim at all, but talked up a fucking storm! Larry moved very close to my ear and said, “tell me what you heard tonight, I think I must have been daydreaming.” I told him, “you heard right Babe!” Larry said he was having a hard time digesting what both wives were trying to tell us. “Babe, I’m afraid of going home tonight, I don’t know what to say or do if she wants to talk about it more. I’m not ready yet.”

I told Larry maybe we could just stay in the pool for hours and let them go to sleep first. To which he reminded me, “Yeah right, that’s gonna work, it’s Saturday night, no work in the morning, they may want to stay up with us.” “Yeah, we’re screwed if we don’t take the ‘bull by the horns’ here, remember they wanted to let us know about their relationship too.” I’m afraid I still had a death grip on Larry’s dick at the time when I started gesturing like the Italian I am, and said, “we need to turn this into a win for us, not a loss.” I got a, “FUCK Babe, that’s my dick you’re about to rip off me!” “Wow, Babe I’m sorry.” And then, I tried to soften my blunder with, “hey maybe you’ll be bigger than me now!” “What do you mean now, ‘short stuff’ I’m already bigger than you!” I knew all that building up I did for him would come back and bite me on the ass one day!

I kept apologizing about wringing his poor cock like that, so I tried to stroke it softly, but I was rebuked for a while. He told me it did hurt, and now I’m worried about him. He let me believe this for a while, until I told him that he could do the same to my cock, I deserved it. Okay, I guess he thought I paid an appropriate price long enough, and told me he was only pulling my leg, and I should be grateful that’s all it was. I was going to punch him on his arm, but thought, no. No more pain.

And then I look up and Ellen is coming outside from my office door, wearing a jacket over her shoulders, and headed down the three steps to the deep end of the pool, where we currently are located. Ellen was the first to speak with, “Markie, sweetie, can I talk privately with my husband for a minute, okay?” “Sure El, I can swim over to the waterfall area.” Larry swims over to our favorite spot, the underwater seat and pushes himself up and out of the water, to stand on the seat to face her. Man, he must be shivering now. I swam to the waterfall and gave them the privacy she wanted.

At night I set the waterfall to a babbling brook flow, a much more soothing sound from the daytime rushing waterfall sound. It’s an easy adjustment to make. Anyway, I cannot hear them because of the sound of the waterfall. I watching my Babe looking more and more like my kind of Italian with his gesturing arms and hands right now. I can’t wait to hear about this conversation! I hope it’s not a bad one.

And then, I look to my left, and Lisa had come outside from the Family Room door with the cushy ship bathrobe, draped over her arm and was headed to the shallow end of the pool. She gestured for me to come over to her and put on the robe. Which I did, and coming out of the warm pool, is no joy tonight, it’s fucking cold! That robe was a great buy! Lisa told me that Ellen was asking Larry if he’d consider staying with you tonight. She said, the two of them would like some girl time and wasn’t sure how long that was going to be. They wouldn’t care if it was at Ellen’s place or ours, but since we were already in the pool, maybe they should just go next door. I was taken back a little, mostly how brave they were getting the subject out in the open. Man, by their standards, we are fucking cowards. I’m sorry to have to think that about us, but we’ve been the ones sneaking around, trying not to get caught. I said, “Lisa, I can’t say I’m not shaken by what’s come out tonight, because I am. However, letting you know how much Larry means to me, and now knowing how much Ellen means to you, can’t be such a bad thing, huh.” She thanked me for understanding and said don’t think it was easy for them to talk about this to us. So, there’s nothing set in stone, it’s just an evolution of feelings we all have reached for now. I told her, “You know Lisa, I’ve always loved your level headedness, and ability to get to the heart of any matter so easily.” And added, “Thank you and I guess Ellen too, for letting all of us work out our feelings. I love Larry in a whole different way, he’s the brother I always wanted, and he feels the same way about me. We are just working through those feelings of love and affection; every day and every event is unscripted for us.” Lisa added, “And, thank you for being kind and understanding about us too. I love Ellen maybe the same way you love Larry, I don’t know what and where all of this is about or going, just let us work it out, okay?” “Okay.” “Now why don’t you go to Larry and see how he feels about this. We will go next door tonight.” And she kissed me, nothing sensual, but it had meaning.

Larry and Ellen were still talking but Larry was now sitting on our ‘favorite place’, I bet he was really shivering standing on the seat talking to her for so long. Ellen noticed Lisa was through talking to me and wrapped it up with him. She walked down the length of the pool to meet up with Lisa. As she passed by me in the pool she said, “Markie, you’re a doll face, love you sweetie!” (I still think she has a crush on me.) I fully expected Larry to yell out, “Hey, I’m still here!” But he didn’t, not a word, nothing. Oh, I’m getting a nasty feeling in my gut!

Held me in a tight hug

Larry remained sitting in our favorite seat, his head was down as if he was looking for his reflection in the water. A little hard to do in the dark, since I didn’t turn on the pool lights, just in case we were going to mess around while they were in the house. Now they are gone, not far, just next door, and we are finally alone, just what we hoped for, but… something is wrong. I swam over to him and he slid off the seat and immediately grabbed onto me, but he said nothing, he held me in a tight hug. I’ve seen him like this before, I know not to push anything, he’ll work through this on his own. But tonight, I wanted to show him he could depend upon me to be there for him.

I think Larry was crying softly, or maybe it was just sobbing; tonight was too much for him. He might be growing into a 'Marcus clone', but it’s not helping him right now. I knew to just hold him, but I didn’t want to be treading water all the time so, I moved back up to the underwater seat, and he joined me. He still had his arm around my back and his head on my shoulder. We sat this way for a long time, not sure exactly, it wasn’t important. Eventually, he said something to me. It was “Thanks! I don’t know what I’d do without you right now.” "That’s never going to happen Babe, I’m always going to be here for you.” Larry said, that he should have been ready for the day something like this would happen, but he just couldn’t think about it. “Marc, I was so fucken embarrassed tonight, it was killing me to admit who we are to them, I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening with them at all. We were found out, what did we do to let them know this about us?” I told him, “nothing Babe, nothing at all. Tonight was about them, they needed us to be there for them to understand what they are going through.” “How would you know this?” “Well it was what Lisa had to say, and how she reacted to us when we didn’t deny our love for each other.” “Marc, I don't know, it’s going to be hard. I love Ellen, and I love you, what the fuck am I going to do?” “Love me, love me with everything you have in you, and we will get through this together. You haven’t lost Ellen, and she hasn’t lost you. Babe, no one was upset or having a shit-fit over any of what was said, they need their alone together times too, just like us. What’s so wrong about that?” Larry said, “well it’s not normal.” So, I had to reply with, “Normal? Fuck man, it’s not so normal for us too! Why would it be okay for us and not for them?” “I don’t know shit Babe, I guess I thought it would just stay the same way for a long time before we had to deal with it.” “Larry, baby, could you have thought of a better way to get this out in the open, than how it happened tonight? We have been given permission to spend the night together, do whatever we want to do, are we going to waste it being sorry about our good fortune?” “No, God no! I don't want to waste one second more! I know you'll help me through this shit; Damn, now I want you to tell us to get out of this FUCKEN POOL and go inside to warm up! Do you think you could light the fireplace for us tonight?” “Only if you let me fuck you lying in front of it!” Larry reminded me that he didn’t prepare himself for fucking, nor did I. So, I reminded him about my office bathroom shower, it's exactly where we need to take care of that business. Unfortunately, it’s going to be one at a time, it’s a small shower stall. I saw a big change in his demeanor after our little pep talk, because he wants to be the first to get ready for us. I think he’s ready to get back to be my normal horny dude.

While Larry was getting ready for me, I went into our formal living room, and started a fire, I also had time to get a couple of really soft cushy blankets and placed them in front of the fireplace. The new fire became ready for a couple of bigger logs to be added, so I now have a nice warm place for us. I asked Alexa to play some piano music, which she was happy to arrange for us, and I brought out some Club Soda for him and a glass of wine for me. 

I started the long walk to the other wing of my house, where my office is located, and as ships passing in the night, Larry was walking towards me, naked and squeaky clean, he found my cologne too. I said thanks to him for the lovely view as he passed by me. We both had the idea of whacking the other’s ass passing by, I was the one to connect though. It wasn’t a hard whack, a love tap, I’m kind of sorry he missed my ass. “You Fucker!” Was what came out of his mouth at the love tap, to which I said, “You’re welcome!” I made sure I didn’t waste any time getting ready for him too!

SPENDING THE NIGHT IN FRONT OF THE FIREPLACE

Nothing like the warmth of a roaring fireplace

As I entered my Living Room, it looked as if Larry was already sleeping on the blankets, I set out for us. He was very still and laying on his back, both forearms folded behind his head. I could see his blonde

Larry's glowing 

curly hair glowing from the fireplace directly in front of him. Don’t tell him, but even his blonde body hair was reflecting the firelight too. I should have taken a picture of him like that, but he warned me after he learned about the blog, not to put his picture into the stories. He’s okay with the pictures I’ve used to represent him though. So, I’m using one I found here that looks a lot like him.

I didn’t want to disturb him if he really was asleep, so, I slowly lowered myself to cuddle with him, we still have the whole night ahead of us. I placed my arm around him to snuggle up tight, and as soon as I did, he turned his body towards me, now we are really in a tight embrace. I’d like to tell you we were into passionate deep tongue kissing, but we weren’t. We kissed and spent time tracing our fingers on each other’s body. We needed to talk, but it wasn’t coming out, we needed what we were doing more. I’m sure later tonight we’ll get past this little detour and be back to fucking breeding rabbits time. I noticed the light from the fire was reflecting greatly in those awesome blue eyes of his, that was because he was tearing up again. I did something I’ve never done before, instead of using my fingers to wipe his tears away, I kissed them away. Tears are pretty salty; I didn’t know that. What I did find out, that little action of mine, melted my Babe into my arms. Maybe you think this is boring shit, get to the fucking already, huh!

Fucking was what we prepared ourselves for tonight, we’ll get there soon

enough. But caring for each other and being there when you’re needed, is where we are as a couple now. Larry is well aware of my erection, how could he not? It’s been poking him in his groin for a while now. Don’t worry too much, he’s used to my flagpole poking him. He had something important to say to me and picked this time to tell me. “Babe, I’ve been wanting to connect with you all day, I’m sorry I blew it earlier today.” “Oh, that’s bullshit Babe, what makes you think I didn’t get a big kick out of watching you blow it! That’s never happened before, that I can remember anyway.” “You aren’t upset with me?” “No, of course I’m not!” “Would you be upset if I told you I want you inside me now? I want to feel you deep inside me, but I don’t want you to fuck me yet. Can I count on you to do that for a while?” “You mean just lie still while I’m inside you, what if I cum?” “Oh, I want you to cum, I want to cum too, but right now I need to be connected with you, I want to feel your cock deep inside me, and if you are up for it, I could do it with you too in a while.” “Is there a way you want me to do this?” He positioned himself so I could enter him and see his face too. We

Babe, it’s a good pain

positioned our legs, so I had easy access, used a little lube, just enough to enter but not slide out accidentally. As I entered, a very tight hole, I was tempted to use more lube, but Larry said no, don’t. “Babe, it’s a good pain, I don’t want to break our hold.” As I pushed and inched in, I was feeling the pain too, Larry was breathing hard, and making short hard breaths to cover the pain. “Babe, are you sure you don’t want me to use more lube? I’m not going to tell him, but my pee hole is starting to feel like it’s going tear! Man, he is tight tonight! “Babe, I can feel every square inch of your dick trying to get into me, it’s what I want more than anything right now. Later we can swim in lube and fuck like breeding rabbits, I want that as much as you too! I hope you’ll let me enter you the same way later though, I want to experience that pain too.” (Okay, I guess, I pretty much think I know why he's doing this, it's not necessary. Pain huh?)

My Babe has spoken, he’s given me directions for his pleasure, maybe more state of mind, than pleasure. I think I completely understand him now. 

Guys, this was probably the hardest life changing chapter to write yet, and I’m sorry it got too long. But it had to be written. If you’ve been following us from the start of the journal, you now have an idea where we are headed. Trust me, I’ll write about our first night alone in my house, at the beginning of the next chapter. If I was to do that here, this fucking chapter is going to become a novel!

Did any of you men think it might end up going this way? I bet some of you did. I’d be interested in hearing your ideas and advice to us at this point in our lives; and how do you think we should move forward? 

Guys, we are in almost real time now, I’m only a few days off in writing the chapters.

Marcus

Our journal continues in Chapter 53:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/10/ch-53-bombshell-night-continues.html