Ch. 54 Free Week for Domestic Paradise

Larry and Marcus get to play house for a week!

Hi Guys,
I’ll try to catch you up to what’s been going on with Larry and me. Our wives are off for a seminar in SoCal for several days, and Larry and I get to play real housemates for the first time! Well, that was simple huh? Okay, perhaps too simple. For me, I want to experience what it’s like living day to day, with Larry, not just moments we are lucky enough to have now and then. So, I got my wish, maybe his too, but now I have to write about that experience, and it’s a bigger task than I thought it would be. Please bear with me, I’m going to try to tell you, in the best way I know how. Oh yeah, I used days and times in the headings, because my notes were driving me fucken crazy, so you can ignore them.

RIDE TO AIRPORT SUNDAY 1:00 pm
I checked in with my buddy earlier today to see if he’d ride ‘shotgun’ with us today to the airport. Of course, he will, he’s my babe. We are going to soak-in every fucken moment we can together this week. We left our home at just before 1:00 pm for their 3:30 pm flight. We have some miles between the airport and where we live, and you never know about the traffic, too.

Turns out, there was a nasty grass fire on Highway 5 and I-80 in Sacramento that screwed up traffic in all directions! I saw on the local news later, a couple of cars caught fire right on the fucking highway near the grass fire. (Note to self: Stay the fuck away from grass fires!) Go fucking figure, today of all days for the grief; however, there are County Roads I know about that did let us get to the airport in time. I’ll be damned; nothing is going to spoil our week of domestic bliss if I can help it! Who’d of thought eight months ago, I’d even think of saying something like that!

We got our wives to the brand new and gorgeous Terminal 2 at the Sacramento International Airport, unloaded the back of my crossover with a ridiculous amount of luggage and into the hands of the curbside TSA guys. We received our hugs and kisses goodbye and gave them well wishes for their trip. My hug and kiss was barely that, but Larry and Ellen on the other hand, well it was something special to watch!

HEADED FOR INTERVENTION SUNDAY 2:00 pm

I know Larry and Ellen have a much more active sex life than us, just from some off-hand comments I’ve heard over the years. I was afraid if they didn’t break up the hug, the Lane Police would tell them to move it along or get a room! Larry and I got back into my car, waved goodbye and yelled out our good wishes once more and drove off. Larry asked to have the radio off please and needed to sit in a quiet place. My gut was saying, oh oh, something is not right; we should be celebrating the start of ‘Bachelors in Paradise’ week. I asked him, “Everything okay babe?” Nothing really in response, shrugged shoulders and a head looking down to his feet. Yeah, this is not what I expected and ‘Good Buddy Marcus’ is headed for an intervention with him in minutes. 

There’s this enormous Free Waiting Parking Lot for people to park waiting for a flight to come in to pick up passengers. It’s on the way out to Highway 5 and I’m stopping there to see what I can do for him. Larry noticed the detour and asked if there was something wrong with the car. I said yes, I’m going to check it out there. Clever, huh?

I don't remember losing our shirts or

beards, but the sentiment seem right.

I picked a spot totally away from the other cars and parked the car. I got out and of course he did too; if anyone between the two of us would know what to fix on the car, it would be him, not me. I walked around to his side where he stood wondering what I heard or suspected was wrong with the car. I told him, “babe, hold me please.” Of course, he did, now he thinks it’s me that has the problem. Well, in a way, he’s right. “babe, please don’t think I’m so fucking horny that I can’t wait to go home with you. (I’m a big fucken liar, that’s 100% true! But he won’t know about it until he reads it here.) I told him, “I think you need a big bear hug from me, no strings. You’ll let me know when to let go.” The bear hug ended but we stood side by side on the passenger side of my car with the door opened.

So, then I started with, “baby, there’s something very wrong here, and it’s not me I’m worried about.” He said everything is okay, but he was sad that she was leaving him for a week. (Or was it her leaving with my wife for a week?) Now I’m not even going to say he has me instead. He knows that. But once I helped him break the ice on this, I got to the bottom of the problem. He might be sad, but he’s afraid life at home is going to change drastically too. 

“Marc, something happened this week for the first time.” I asked if he wanted to share it with me. He said he would but was kind of embarrassed about it. “babe, there’s nothing we should be afraid or ashamed of with each other; unless you killed someone, then don’t tell me! I want to know nothing!!” I got him to laugh, that’s my job, you know. He told me, “babe, she hasn’t wanted to touched me in a week, didn’t want sex or cared about going to bed together.” Oh shit, I’m thinking, how the fuck do I handle this one. With kid gloves, that’s how! I did know for a fact that the two of them actually use the bed for more than sleeping. Pray God, this had better be the best Bro compassionate advice I give him, ever!

I’m flying by the seat of my pants now, I don’t give a shit about what’s in it for me, please believe that. He’ll be there for me later. Here goes, I hope it’s good enough. “babe, they just told us they’ve been in a relationship themselves; and they used that information to draw us out in the open too. Maybe all of it coming out was more than they could handle at one time. Fuck babe, you were having a hard time yourself, remember? Besides, between the two of us, you’re the big strong manly brute anyway!” “Marcus, do you have to call me that all the time?!” “I’m sorry babe; it’s something about you that I admire.” “Okay, I understand, but it doesn’t mean I want to hear it all the time!” (Did you guys notice how I’m getting his mind off his troubles? Let’s see how long I can keep it up for him. Besides if I was built like him, I’d want to hear about it all the time!) 😛 Larry finally admitted the truth to me. “babe, you really bought that I didn’t like hearing about my strength, ha-ha, man I got you fucken big time!” “You, SOB, I really bought that, you fucken rat!” “babe, for as much work it took to look this way, why would you think I’d hate the compliments?” “You’re still a rat!” (Now I’m wondering who’s taking whose mind off the situation we got ourselves into. I’m just fine with him taking charge if he wants to do that.)

I planned on telling him to let me know when he felt better, and we could stand here for as long as he needed. But after the above joking around, I kept quiet on that. But he said he’d like to sit back in my car and talk for awhile. He was good now, and said, “babe, you always seem to know what to say in times like these.” (No, I don’t, I’m just not afraid to go out on a limb sometimes.) We actually didn’t spend that much time here talking, maybe he remembered I always have his back, and he can count on me any time he needs a shoulder to lean on.

DECIDING ABOUT DINNER SUNDAY 2:45 pm

Earlier in the day I told him that maybe we could have a nice dinner out after we drop the girls off at the airport. He was agreeable at the time. So, I put it in the back of my mind until needed. Well, it’s time. I figured he’d suggest the Texas Roadhouse for a Ribeye Steak, but he didn’t say that at all. He asked if I knew of a small restaurant with booths and nowhere near home base. Surprise, surprise, and no I didn’t know of one. He suggested we just search for one or check our iPhone apps. I had to ask, “So babe, no big fucking steak tonight?” He said that what was more important to him was spending time with me tonight as a couple that loved each other. Okay, knock me over with a fucking feather; really, I just heard that from him?! I didn’t say a word because if I did, it would have given away how hard that hit me. “Marc, I have learned more about you in the journal the past few months, than I have having lived next door, or having coffee together. How could I have ignored how very important it was to you to be seen with me as a couple as often as we could. I’m so fucking sorry babe. It’s not easy making all these changes, but I love being seen with you, and I’ll work this out soon!” 

I’m still not talking, because now it’s even harder to get the words out of my mouth. So, I reached over to tousle his curly head of hair, and then traced my fingers down through his sideburns, curly beard and to his mouth. It was like kissing his lips with my fingertips. He looked directly at me this time and told me he had better get his haircut soon, it was getting too curly. Now I talked! “No, not yet, don’t cut them off please, I love how you look that way. Just a little longer, okay?” “Really, you like my stupid curly hair long?” “Larry, sweetheart, I can’t think of one little thing on your body is stupid or that I don’t love!” “Okay, I’m going to remember you said that, and use it to my advantage one day!” I just laughed; he makes me laugh a lot too!

MEXICAN FOOD CHOSEN SUNDAY 3:00 pm to 4:00 pm

The quiet booth we needed

You know there are a lot of restaurants around, many with booths, but so many are brightly lit too. We did find a quiet looking Mexican Restaurant with booths well beyond repair, and a special booth in the back corner. It was a half circle booth covered in red Naugahyde, and some worn out cuts in the seat. We hoped the food would be good. Actually, it was not half bad. I often wondered if that also means, not half good as well. Neither one of us cared, tonight I had my arm around him, and he was snuggled up close against me. And neither one of us cared if anyone thought we were gay. Hopefully, they don’t try to beat us up though. Well, we can handle them, remember, Larry is ‘built like bull’, and no one is going to fuck with him! The waitress tried to push the Menudo, but we both took a pass, and stuck with easy to recognize food. Tacos, enchiladas and chimichangas. Again, the food was good, the company eating the food was outstanding. It wasn’t a sexual encounter though, it was an emotional encounter, and was so fucken needed by both of us today.

ON THE ROAD HOME SUNDAY 4:15 pm

Sneaky fingers on thigh

I almost wish I had an old-fashioned car with a bench front seat tonight so he could sit up close to me, instead of bucket-seats for everyone. Well, at least he kept his left hand on my right thigh while I drove. Sometimes he would be flicking his fingertips into my crotch, which he’s doing a damn find job of giving me a boner too! He may have to release the beast for me soon if he keep that up! Anyway, we talked some more about the girls trip this week, but really concentrated on the week ahead for us together.

“Marc, you know I don’t have any vacation time open right now, I might be able to take a sick day or two though.” I told him I’m flexible with my hours. For me, it’s more about getting my shit done on time. Anyway, I told him one of my ‘looking forward to items’ was waking up with him and sending him off to work with a good breakfast. “Whoa babe, you do know I never have time to make breakfast for myself in the morning, same goes for Ellen too.” “Who said you’re making it yourself. I’m going to do that for you.” “Really, you’d do that for me?” “Duh! Oh, okay I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it like that! All I ask if you see me sleeping, that you wake me up so I can make your breakfast and put on some coffee.” Larry looked like he just won the Lotto, and said to me, “Can I whack you on your bare ass to wake you up?” “Well maybe you can, but you may not!” “You shithead, you pulled the ‘can/may’ shit on me again.” “Yes; yes, I did, and it was fun too!” “Well since you pulled the fucken grade school shit on me, then I really ‘can’ whack your bare ass without your permission. You might want to set your fucking alarm!” 😜

NOW BACK HOME SUNDAY 5:00 pm

We finally arrived at home. I pulled into my garage and offered my help to Larry getting his belongings over to my place. Of course, he accepted, more time for us later. He packed up his toiletries in a box and asked me to get his work shoes out from his closet. Shirts and pants were not numerous, besides his place is just a short distance away for anything forgotten. We used the side yard for the transfer, just in case a neighbor was watching. We haven’t covered that detail yet, but I’m not going to go paranoid about it too. Larry is on the same page with me on this. We do have one neighbor who loves to gossip though, so we’ll watch out for that one.

I offered Larry space to hang his clothes with mine, but if you think it’s in the Master Bedroom, think again! There’s a large walk-in closet, a smaller walk-in closet, probably meant for the man, and two other bedroom closets filled with Lisa’s clothes. I get the second Master Bedroom for my office, and my clothes. More than big enough for me though. I keep my business suits, shirts, ties, and shoes in the walk-in and the rest of my stuff in a tall chest of drawers. I made some space for him and then showed where he could hang his stuff. Larry said this was a sweet setup for me. Guess who has the same problem at home. But they don’t have a second Master Bedroom though. He gets a small closet in a small bedroom. I know this is not the sexy stuff you came here to read, hang in there, it’s coming. You hung with us this far, you might as well know what life is like for us at home, too!

FIREPLACE TONIGHT SUNDAY 5:30 pm

It’s not late at all, so I asked Larry if he wanted to do something tonight while it’s not bedtime yet. He said “yes, I’d like you to light the fireplace again. Would you please? Should I bring some wood over here for you?” I told him maybe later in the week if he wants, but I have enough right now. And then, he excused himself and said he forgot something at his place, and he’ll be right back. Sure, whatever, I’m going to be busy with the fireplace. (Just so I can keep this real for you, I have a gas starter in the fireplace, screw all the false starts on getting a roaring fire going.) Larry returned in a few minutes with a big box. So, I must ask. “What’s in the box?” It was a blow-up mattress, electric air pump, and a soft plush blanket to cover the mattress.  He said, “babe, I love your beautiful hardwood floors, to look at; to lay on, no thank you!” I told him thanks but thought he’d be the hardy one of the two of us. He just flipped me the bird and asked if I could help him move some furniture around. Sure, Lisa is gone; she won’t know we fucked with her design sense in furniture placement. I think I can remember where everything goes. 

What Larry likes about me; that was
embarrassing to hear! (No it wasn't!

Not too bad looking for 57, huh?) 

Larry started to undress me, first my shirt buttons; he opened a few at the top, and then pushed the shirt down over my shoulders essentially pinning my movement. At that point he started to describe what he was now looking at on my body. Okay, let’s see where this goes, I’m getting to really like hearing stuff about me lately. “babe, you know what I like about your chest, the way your chest hair knows where to stop being chest hair. “Look”, as he ran his hands over my shoulders, your shoulders are free of hair, and your neck too, there’s no hair on your neck.” And then he asked me to lift my head up. “Look, even your beard knows where to stop being beard and lets your neck be a neck.” And then he added, “Did ever notice that my beard just travels down my neck and joins my chest hair; I have to shave my whole neck just to separate the two.” I just let him talk, none of that really bothers me, he knows that, but I also know it bothers him a lot. I told him that's how we were meant to be, you and I had no choice in the matter. He leaned over and started to kiss my naked shoulders and then started to lick my neck up to my ears. Now that tickled, causing me to giggle some and twitch my neck. That just made him want to do it more. Every day I'm with him, he reveals more stuff about himself. For over seven years, most of the stuff I'm learning now about him was never discussed with me. What surprises me is he knows I'm going to write about us, and he hasn't told me to hold back anything anymore. That surprise is a great gift and relief for me.

Nipples on the agenda

After what could have been an annoying amount of time pinned by my shirt, he unbuttoned the rest and took off the shirt totally. “babe, I know you love to play in my chest hair, guess what I like to do? So, he showed me. My nipples were next on the agenda; I swear he thinks I can give up breast milk the way he sucks on them! Ask me if I hate it, are you crazy, I love the attention! He asked me to kick off my shoes, I bet I know what’s coming next! “Sure, babe whatever you want me to do.” 

THE LITTLE DEVIL HAD A PLAN SUNDAY 6:30 pm

Next was way too easy, unbutton and unzip my pants.  He knows as well as me, carefully unzip, you never know what is in direct conflict with the zipper! Once that happened, the next order was to kick away the pants now around my ankles. Ta dah, naked Marcus with a new boner just for him. And I don’t mean just a boner, I mean a lethal weapon boner at your service. To my good fortune, there’s a horny man on his knees in front of me. Oh, I’m going to have fun tonight! The little devil 😈 had a plan and ‘teasing’ is its name! One thing we’ve learned about each other in the past eight months are the signs we give off when Cumming is eminent. I mean we still can use words too, but we’re better than that now. Yay, for us, huh?

So, with a rock-hard boner that any guy would be proud of, maybe dripping just a little clear liquid; I didn’t look, but I bet I was dripping, he abruptly stops and says, “my turn now!” 🤯 Okay. I’ve been there before, and he has too.

WHAT’S GOOD FOR THE GOOSE SUNDAY 6:45 pm

So, it’s my turn, eh! Nothing wrong in starting like he did, I love seeing that beautiful fur of his. I didn’t think he liked that term, probably would hate it coming from anyone else. He knows from me it’s all love. So, I unbuttoned every button, slowly but opened every last one of them too. I pulled the shirt off exposing the body I can bury myself in forever. Uncontrollable hands running all over that powerful physique of his, color me joyful! I can get so into doing that; I can forget there’s an even bigger present waiting for me just a little further south. A few fake coughs came my way and got me back to business again. What a guy, commando pants like me, drop pant to floor and kick them away. Now comes the problem, kneeling is not an option for me, but sitting on an armchair does. He knows the drill lately, and constantly reminds me about getting my knees replaced. 

IS GOOD FOR THE GANDER SUNDAY 7:00 pm

He just kneeled down on the arm chair straddling my body easily. And there it was, staring me right in my face, just a matter of lowering the beast down into my ready mouth. Visually, I bet it was something else to see, but he saved my knees and that’s what was top on his list. But I remember the recent teasing I got from him, now it’s payback. Well, unless I get carried away. I know we both have fucking on the air bed top in mind, so it’s a good bet I’ll be good. 

Larry makes sucking easy and fun!

I did such a good job of sucking on my favorite expandable toy, that I got, “that’s it?” when I patted him on his hairy ass to get down off my easy chair. I told him, I know what we both want more than anything else, and you do too; otherwise, why would you have brought the air bed over here. Larry told me that there was a secondary reason; just sleeping together in front of a fireplace was always a big fantasy of his. And that, he could not convince Ellen to do that in all the years they’ve been together. I said, “Really! Fuck man, you’ve been married longer than me, what over 30 years now?” Larry said do the math, he was 21 when he got married and he’s almost 53 years old right now. But then he reminded himself, he was a nasty badass for a lot of those early years, and he was grateful she stuck it out with him for so long. Then he said it again, “do you think my marriage is over?” I thought for a moment, thinking about different ways to say it, but ended up telling him, that maybe we both are entering a new and improved relationship now. And, no I don’t think either of our marriages are over, maybe they just got more honest. 

COFFEE TIME SUNDAY 7:30 pm

Every so often I say something that gets me the ‘biggest and bestest’ hugs from him, this apparently was one of those sayings. Larry suggested some coffee would be good right about now; maybe I’d give up some of my Jamaican, maybe? What he doesn’t know, I ordered another large bag which arrived days ago. We will celebrate in style this week. So, I said, “absolutely babe, you want to join me in the kitchen while I make a pot?” Any excuse to walk around the house naked with me. Ha! I figured that ranked a tad higher than the coffee., Ellen hasn’t been on board with the naked around the house like my Lisa. Personally, I think my wife just gave up trying to domesticate me!

Bare-ass counter sitting, works for me,

not so much for my wife Lisa!

Larry was sitting on the counter bare-assed, something that would get him kicked out of the house, maybe even banned forever, if he was caught by my wife. But I thought it was cool he’d do that with me. Men, huh? (BTW, in case you are the wondering type of guy, neither one of us are afraid of coffee at night. It never has kept either one of us sleepless.)

I was soon able to go over to the counter where he was still sitting and give him his coffee, and small intimate chatting between us for a while longer. After we finished the first cup of coffee, we bought a second cup into the Living Room, where we both settled down. Coffee on the air mattress is challenging, it’s a little bouncy. So, the coffee was watched carefully while drinking on the bed. I noticed the fire was getting smaller, so I put two more logs on and brought over the folded blankets if we need them later on.

EARLY TO BED SUNDAY NIGHT

That kiss we didn't have yet

Larry reminded me that he heads to bed early on work nights, because he gets up at 4:00am. “Fuck, don’t tell me you just said 4:00am, I heard you wrong, right?” “I’m sorry babe, you heard me right. You could go to bed with me and we could fool around some though.” “So, what time do you go to bed?” “Around 8:00 pm, no later than 9:00 pm.” “Okay, double fuck! Even my kids stayed up later than that!” “Yeah, but I bet they didn’t go to school at 5:00 am too.” “There’s no problem babe, I should have known this anyway. I’d be happy to go to bed to fool around with you.” I got a hug and the kiss we haven’t had yet today. I think maybe I’m going to like early to bed! 🤪

SNUGGLE TIME ON THE AIR MATTRESS SUNDAY

Getting ready to sleep well

After we finished our coffee, and stowed the cups, I offered up an option for either of us. Since we both got in some suck dick time already, whoever gets a boner first can use it however he likes. (I know what you’re thinking, I’ve already lost this contest! Well don’t be so cock-sure, you might be influenced by my self-deprecating humor.) Okay, so you thought right; but Larry doesn’t like losing, I lost as soon as I made it a contest. But I made you think I could have won, huh? You do realize it’s Marcus talking to you right now, huh? So, let’s see, I lost the contest and I get to be fucked first by the man I adore; yeah, I fucking lost alright! 🤪 To be fair to my babe, I’m going to let him decide if I get to fuck him later. But as far I’m concerned, I’ll sleep well having him deep inside me tonight.

UP EARLY TO MAKE LARRY’S BREAKFAST MONDAY MORNING

I actually set my alarm on my iPhone for 3:50 am so I could snooze for 10 minutes before getting up for my babe’s breakfast. I also found out the house is fucking cold at 4:00 am, I need to turn on the heat for us, that’s controlled by my iPhone too, so that’s what I did before I got out of bed. And, I grabbed the cushy bathrobe we brought home from the cruise to wear. The first thing I did was make a pot of coffee, and scrambled a few eggs, fried some bacon and made toast. And I have no idea if he even eats this early in the morning. It’s okay, if he doesn’t eat it, I’ll get to it later. Once the bacon smell got into the air, my babe emerged from the bedroom. “Marc, what’s all this?” “It’s for you, your breakfast babe.” “WOW, I never got breakfast like this before. You didn’t need to go through all the trouble for me.” “No trouble babe, I wanted to see what it’s like living every moment of the day with the guy I love so much.” He didn’t say anything, just came over to me and kissed me, all minty fresh too. “babe, you smell great! BTW, did you find the right shower handles to turn on this morning?” “Well since nothing hit my balls, I guess I did just fine! Remind me after work today to work on those fucken shower heads, okay?” “That would be my pleasure, maybe we could check your work right after too!” This got me another kiss, this time with tongue!

MY BABE’S OFF TO WORK MONDAY MORNING 

Do you think I'll miss seeing him today?

(This is the only picture I found that gives

Larry a run for his money. Add a few years

to his face, and you're looking at my guy!)

Larry needed to leave for work, but his truck is in his driveway instead of mine. So instead of having him leave from the back of my house, or my front door, I suggested he leave from the garage, the closest to his driveway. I also told him to park in my driveway instead of his, when he comes back home. I was going to offer to take my car out of the garage and let him park inside, alas, his wide-ass truck is too big and long for the space I have for my car. He was about to decline the offer of the driveway to keep our secret from the neighbors, but I insisted. I followed him into the cold garage, gave him a kiss and squeezed his butt cheek for good luck. We exchanged parting comments, “see you in a few, have a great day! I love you! I'll miss you big time!”

Larry’s gone for the day now, a typical day for him. I’d normally head for my office after coffee, but it’s not even 5:00 am, still fucking cold in the house, and I’m headed back to my own bed to wake up at a more civil time! During the night, once the fire was gone, it got cold in our makeshift air love bed in the Living Room. We are definitely going to talk about this tonight. I’m sure we can make something work though.

When I finally get my ass out of bed today, I need to go to Costco to pick up some meat for dinner this week, and maybe a treat or too. And of course, come back home to do my regular job. It will be a busy day, but I’m so looking forward to everything.

I bet Larry will think I made Ribeye for dinner; yeah, no, I’m not. I’m going one better, Loin Lamb Chops, that’s why I need to go to Costco. But he can’t find out I went there until he reads it along with you. For a man who hates shopping more than anyone I know, Costco Sample Ladies rule as far as he’s concerned. And I think he’s finally approving of the attention he gets from them and the extra samples too. Anyway, one day I’ll take him back there with me.

I’ll spare you the rest of the monotonous crap I had to endure today, related to work and the trip to Costco too. Somehow, I seem to get more attention at Costco when I’m with him, I wonder why? 🧐 I picked up a few packages of Lamb Chops, some Ribeye Steaks and some desserts but not much else, and then a trip to our regular grocery store for the rest of tonight’s dinner. Larry’s easy to shop for. He likes maybe ten things; just so you’ll know, that’s up six items since we became Bros eight years ago!

I know he likes my crispy Red Potatoes with Olive Oil, Rosemary, and Garlic. And I’ll grill more Lamb Chops than you might think necessary, they’ll be eaten. I was going to think of a vegetable, but I rather have no negatives before we get to the dessert and fucking! (If you think that last sentence was ever spoken or thought of by me before we got together, think again. That’s my life now. This is not a complaint!)

My mind has been all over the place today, I want Larry’s first night home from work with me, to be the most memorable for both of us. All of you wonderful men writing me with advice or comments, especially those of you living with a partner, today is my turn to experience what you have every day. I’m probably going to go overboard, but there’s only going to be one ‘first day’ like today. I know he’s coming home earlier than usual, he told me on a call. This is more than likely, just as big a deal for him as well. So, I quit work early myself; time to make dinner for us.

I’ll tell you my plan for when he gets here after work. I expect him to enter the house from my office door, or patio door if he sees me in the Family Room. But I’ll be in the kitchen, dinner will be ready or damn close to ready. I’ll have a cup of coffee ready for him and I’ll have one for myself. I didn’t tell him, and probably won’t tell him, I bought enough Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee Beans to last a long time. A few years ago, I gave him a pound of those beans as a birthday present. He was thrilled beyond belief that I’d do that for him. Well, every day with me he’ll have that coffee. Oh, I didn’t tell you, as I’m greeting him with coffee in hand, I’ll be buck naked. I can’t wait to see how he handles that.

LARRY GETS HOME FROM WORK EARLY MONDAY 3:30 PM

I was right about where he would try to come in; my office door is generally the one that gets used by him. Especially when we were sneaking around seeing each other this past Summer. I left the door unlocked and the kitchen blinds closed so he wouldn’t get a preview peek at me. Coming in from the office still won’t give him the view until he gets to the kitchen. 

Larry stripping. Now if this guy 

was only as hairy as my babe.

Well, I got a response, he saw me and said, “look at you, all ‘necked ’n purdy’; that coffee for me?” Now I’m wondering, did I really get the results I expected? Or was the coffee more important. Nah, the coffee was the icing. I know we’ve talked about the ‘grower/shower’ thing often, but that’s generally a problem at the gym showers for me. Together, grower is not a problem; case in point, my dick is getting the charge it needed seeing him here with me, so much so, that my pole is rising. Larry certainly didn’t miss that, and said, “Am I doing that to you?” I told him to strip and let’s really find out. He started by slowly unbuttoning his shirt half way down and then started pulling the tucked in shirt up and over his head. 

I’m assuming we are all guys reading this, so you know what stretching your arms up over your head is going to do to that super fine torso of his, huh? I don’t even have to look down to know my dick is paying close attention. After the shirt was tossed to the floor, he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled, unzipped, and dropped the pants to the floor. That got kicked to the general direction of his discarded shirt too. Okay my turn to talk after looking at his freed dick, I had to repeat what he said, “Did I do that to you?” He stopped looked down at his dick on the move upwards to his belly, and said, “Well, it wasn’t me, gotta be you!”

All this didn’t take long, but I’m really missing my hug and kiss hello. Of course, that was coming next, but it’s looking like we are both on a high right now, there’s going to be joking around and fun to come. As Larry was walking over to me to give me my hug, I was admonished somewhat. He told me to watch where my flagpole goes, and not to poke him in is nuts this time. I told him he could rest his nuts atop my pole anytime he wished, as I made sure I missed his balls, parking my dick between his legs for the hug. You had to figure we were going to be goofy tonight. We delivered!

DINNER WITH MY BABE MONDAY

Larry pitches in to help

I had everything ready except for the lamb chops, they are still marinating and out of sight for him. I’m going to grill them tonight; besides, they cook fast to medium rare. Moreover, if I had them cooked already; one he’d smell them, and two, all that fun we just had would have been replaced with face feeding. My plan was perfect!

Now it was time to grill the Lamb. Once I uncovered them, I got the biggest hug from behind, maybe ever! He was so surprised and delighted that he didn’t break his hold on me, and that included his hands rubbing my chest all over too. I could feel his super-boner rubbing my ass, I almost told him to plug me with it, I’m that horny. But if I’m getting plugged tonight, I’m not going to be thinking about anything else but that! I can’t believe I told him this, but I gave him permission to ravish my neck and ears while I was grilling the lamb chops. I was always afraid he’d give me a hickey that I’d have to explain. Not a worry this week! Then I was thinking if my dick was like his right now, maybe it wouldn’t be poking the cabinets below the grill with it. “babe, you know how your dick is plastered against your belly right now?” “Yeah, I guess so, what about it?” “Do you think you could hold mine up against my belly right now too, I’m tired of poking it into the cabinets?” Do you think I got any compassion? Oh my dick got held exactly like I requested, but the little fucker started laughing and didn’t stop until I was through grilling. I don’t blame him though, I don’t think I ever cooked with a boner before, I’ve been naked though. Oh yeah, he’s not a ‘little fucker’ as I just said; there’s nothing little about him!

We sat in the kitchen dining table, bare-assed naked exactly like Lisa wouldn’t stand for, and ate every last one of the chops, and finished off my potatoes too. I felt the thank you in the air for not having a green vegetable with dinner. I know he’d like a ribeye steak tonight, no problem, he’ll get that tomorrow night. After that I have to come up with something besides repeat. Maybe we’ll go out for pizza.

I bought an apple pie from Costco, because it looked like it might be a good dessert. We’ll have it later with coffee in the Living Room and maybe a warm fire as well. As it turned out, coffee happened, dessert did not and the fire wasn’t lit, not tonight. However, it was early to my real bed for us. This chapter is too long now so, you’ll have to wait for the next chapter to find out about it. Bitch huh? Oh, you know I’ll do my best to fill you in. Or, maybe you’d rather I didn’t? Yeah, like that's an option!

Okay, I'll start the next part of the story from bed. Oh yeah, I need to let you know what's going on with the four of us, now that they are back home again. Nothing's cast in stone so far; it's still early on in the new relationships. We may have gotten to the most interesting part of 'Bros Gone Rouge' finally.

Marcus

Our Trial Living Together Continues and journal continues in Chapter 55:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/11/ch-55-domestic-paradise-continues.html