Ch. 55 Domestic Paradise Continues

In each others arms, the safest place we know

Hi Guys,
I know I promised you I’d pick up the story from my bed in the last chapter, and I will, in a minute. But before I get to that, maybe you’d like to know what’s been going on around here. First of all, I’m behind in writing the chapters, per usual, and the wives are now back home from their seminar trip to Santa Barbara, California. There’s so much to talk about with you, but I’d like to finish up on our bachelor week in paradise first. It’s getting hard to keep up with work, correspondence with you guys, writing chapters and picture searches. But I fucking love the work! So, now back to bed with us!

AFTER DINNER PLANS MONDAY NIGHT 6:15 pm
We clearly had one common goal after dinner, and it wasn’t what you are thinking I bet. God yeah, we want that, but we just consumed a lot of lamb and potatoes and might expect a few belches before bedtime. We’ll get to the main act soon enough.

I fully expect another night in my Living Room on Larry’s Air Mattress, soaking in the warmth of the fireplace. Everything is still setup in there, but it might just stay unused tonight. It seems my babe wants a change of venue tonight. Including more comfort and the heat from two bodies in a real bed, after it gets cold in the house. That meant my bedroom is tonight’s target. That’s fine with me; I have the direct route to the toilet memorized when it’s dark at night. But I’ll leave a nightlight on for him again.

MONDAY NIGHT DODGE THE BALLS SHOWER TIME 6:30 pm

As we entered the wing of my house with the Master Bedroom, Larry asked me if I’d like to join him in the shower before we get into bed tonight. Yes, of course I would! If dragging him by his dick into the bathroom answers the question, I don’t know what will.

The old penis drag trick!

(How could I resist not using this gif, huh? It didn’t go down quite like this though, he was goosing my ass while I had his dick in my hand. And, no we did not shave our body hair or get skinny!)

Also, getting his shower tonight will give him a little more sack time in the morning. I’m hoping he has some plans that include me in the morning before leaving for work, too. We finally got into the big conch shaped shower and Larry was brave enough to turn on some of the faucets. Wow, what a surprise, they were all aimed properly, no more playing dodge ball with your nuts! “Babe, when did you fix them?” “Remember when I excused myself to use the toilet when I first got home, that’s when. You were so busy in the kitchen to notice how long I was gone. You know it doesn’t take long for a ‘pro’ though.” “You’re fucken awesome babe!”

Well not to keep you waiting much longer, we did ‘fool around’ some in the shower; let’s get truthful Marcus, we ‘clowned around’ in the shower, like kids. And I’m embarrassed to tell you what we did, because you’ll think we are still kids. Save us red faces and imagine what went down in there. Can’t figure it out, good for all of us! However, we did eventually get ourselves prepared for some serious ‘quality time’ in bed together. We helped towel dry off each other, a favorite activity of mine, and headed to bed. For me it was obscenely early for bed, but that’s okay. (I’m sorry to tell you, my late-night chapter writing time has been spent with my babe in bed this week. Can you fucking blame me? You might have to wait a bit longer to get caught up with us though.)

LARRY, MAN IN CHARGE TONIGHT 7:15 pm

I'm  just following Larry's instructions!

There was no question in my mind, tonight Larry was in charge. He knew exactly what he wanted from me and how I was to do it, too. (Bring it on babe, this is fucking exciting for me.) He told me that he’d lean over the mattress, so I could enter him from behind. I could tell there was an urgency tonight. Larry said he’s been dreaming all day about how we would fuck tonight when he got home. (Don’t think I haven’t been doing any less thinking about this myself too.)

I’m loving that I get to play a role in his fantasy, and the idea is really turning me on. Maybe this will be a new sexual activity for us now. So, here’s how it’s going to play out tonight according to him. While I’m fucking him hard and fast from behind, (not quite my favorite style, but I’m learning), I get to run my hands all over every part of his body I can reach. There’s nothing really new about this, but I’ll follow his lead. His super hairy pecs are my hands favorite landing spot, you know with some nipple play too, and I have him moaning out loud. I guess the new stuff is I’m being told what to do and when to do it. This was fun and I get to know what turns him on by following his instructions. I’m wondering if I can muster up what it took for him to do this with me, when it’s finally my turn to play, ‘Simon Says.’

He informed me when I could cum in his ass, too! I have been successful now letting him control my orgasm. I don’t know if I’m saying that right for you. For years fucking girlfriends or either wife of mine, meant if I was to cum, I had to visualize a guy in the role of the woman, then I could trigger a release. Larry has moved me beyond that so that I don’t have to visualize anything; he can get me to cum anytime he wants me to cum. I may not be a good enough writer yet to describe exactly what happens to me at the point of cumming. I guess I just give myself up to him and let go of any control I have over myself. I hope that you can understand what I’m struggling to tell you. Maybe some of you have experienced something like this too. 

To be honest, everything I’m doing with him now, I want him to do to me, like ASAP! A year ago, if someone wanted to bet me that the two of us would love being a bottom for the other, I’d lose the bet. I think he’d lose too. To be fair to myself, I don’t think I’d want anyone but him inside me now. One day maybe I’ll have the writing skills needed to tell you what it means to me having him inside me, or when I’m in him. It’s not the sex act at all, but the emotional feeling that overcomes me. I hope that feeling never goes away. 

Larry was ready for me to cum and he started telling me about how I felt inside him, how big and fat my cock was. My hands found spots on his body overlooked before, his nipples were throbbing from my hard rubbing, and he said he loved feeling my balls hitting his balls too. Before I knew it, I was cumming hard, and now it was me doing the moaning!

PRESTO CHANGE-O WITH LUBE 7:45 pm

It sure feels bigger than it looks!

Larry told me to change positions with him, and do it quickly too, before he could change his mind. I told him I believe he has an ass full of me right now; he told me not to fucken worry about it. Okay I won’t. As quickly as I made the move, I felt him working the cool lube into my asshole. He’s getting to be a pro at doing this now and makes it very enjoyable for me. I can’t see everything he’s doing behind my back, but I bet he’s coating his hard-on quite liberally with lube, too. Soon I could feel something very hard poking at my hole, little jabs, and on the third poke, he was balls to the walls in me. I swear it always feels like he’s much bigger than I know he really is. No complaints at all. As he was being rather aggressive with my hole, I could feel his chest and belly hair against my back as he was leaning over me. 

He took each of my hands into his and stretched my arms above my head. That was new; it kind of restrained me in movement but didn’t stop his cock from plowing my ass. When he was almost all the way in me, he’d slam the last inch or so, hard. I could feel his balls hitting mine on every slam. He kept this up for a while, and I’ve grown to like the feeling now. He was running his hands over me in much the same way I was with him. He apparently is having as good a time with me as I just was with him.

I know he has sleep on his mind and I’m thinking it’s about time to hear the “I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming.” And I wasn’t wrong. I could feel his cock pulsing at my asshole. He obviously saved up a load for me and is making the delivery now. He was already leaning on my backside, but now he collapsed on me but didn’t pull out of me at all. 

After a minute or two, Larry released my hands and arms from his grip and then he slid both of his arms under my pecs, joined his hands together and pulled me up to a standing position. He made sure he was still plugged into my ass in this maneuver. His arms dropped down to my own dick and he used his right hand to check on the status of my boner. I think I passed the test since he was playfully jacking my dick for fun. 

I bet you’d believe we were exhausted, and you’d be right, sleep was calling us, and the morning will be here soon enough. We climbed into bed without a trip to the bathroom for cleanup, and quickly got into a snuggle position. This would never happen with Lisa and me, and I’m wondering how Ellen and Larry would handle it, I’m actually embarrassed to ask him. Maybe he’ll tell me after he reads this.

TUESDAY MORNING WAKE UP CALL 4:00 am

I didn’t set my alarm before crawling into bed, on purpose too. I didn’t want to miss one moment with him this week, but I want to see if he’d try to get me up. Maybe after a few years I’d just be sawing logs when he gets up early for work, but that’s not going to happen this week. I tell you; my head says I’m going to either get whacked on my bare ass or tickled awake in the morning. Wrong! There was this soft furry hulk of a man gently kissing my back which was turned away from him. That was not on purpose, it’s just the way I sleep at night, any other position gets my sinus’ all stuffed up. Once I showed him, I was fully awake, he rolled me over on my back and started kissing me like he meant it! I’m afraid a few more minutes of that, and I’m going turn him over and fuck him until he’s late for work. Isn’t that cute, I think I can turn the hulk over and fuck him against his will! Ha ha, that wouldn’t happen, but I bet I could turn him on, so he thinks it’s his idea though! Marcus is taking a bow right now, in case you missed it. 😜

Larry broke away from me so he could get dressed, and as I returned to my sleeping position once more, he did hit my ass, (not a whack though), and said, get your ass out of bed, remember you’re making the coffee this morning. I’m getting a little concerned, what’s wrong with me guys; I’m starting to like my ass stinging for a while. I wonder what Google has to say about that.

LARRY’S BREAKFAST TUESDAY MORNING 4:30 am

The request was serious, coffee, toast, and me watching him! I kind of had ‘babe pampering’ in mind this week for him. I wanted it to be a special week he’d never forget. I doubt that he will forget this week any more than I will. Unfortunately for him, that unscheduled fooling around in bed, took some time away from having coffee with me. That’s okay, the bed play was better than watching him gulp down hot coffee.

TUESDAY OFF TO WORK GOOD BUDDY 4:50 am

Larry's pride and joy, King Ranch pickup truck

It’s was another work launch directly from my garage today. This time his big truck was parked in my driveway. Much nicer for him to get the truck warmed up and ready for the haul to work. I’m expecting a visit from Walt, who’s house is at the entrance of our Cul de Sac. Walt’s the gossip of the neighborhood and I just know he’s been missing the girls cars leaving for work every morning, and now seeing Larry’s King Ranch sitting in my driveway will be driving him fruitcake. I’m trying to decide, tell the truth, or make up some deliciously ridiculous story for him to pass around. Or, maybe I just won’t answer the door chimes.

Well, that’s all settled in my mind, time to get my ass back in bed again. I want to lay awake thinking about last night with him for a while. However, perhaps I should lay on my hands to keep my dick safe while I’m naked and reliving last night. 

TUESDAY LUNCH TIME TEXT MESSAGE FROM LARRY 11:30 am

I got to spend lunchtime chatting with my babe today. He told me to expect a ‘cool surprise’ when he comes back home to me today. I hope it isn’t that he went to the barber to shear his golden locks. I know it’s coming though. It’s a good bet his curly hair is a pain in the ass to deal with every day, so I can’t blame him for wanting it short. But I don’t think this would be a ‘cool surprise’ considering I asked him to hold off getting a haircut for a few days; however, I know he will, to please Ellen before she gets home. So, at this point, I’m guessing what that could be, but I’ll wait, I love a good surprise.

After our texting, I know we will be talking today, and I have an inkling of the subject too. It’s time to talk about the ‘Elephant in the Room!’ It’s a great day to be outside, and I better get my BBQ Grill set up to use tonight.

TUESDAY GETTING DINNER READY FOR MY BABE 3:00 pm

Manly men meat!

I will earn double ‘Brownie Points’ tonight, he’ll get his favorite Ribeye Steak and fire roasted Corn on the Cob and a Hasselback Baked Potato for dinner. But I’m kind of stuck for the rest of the week. After tonight, I’ll have made his two favorite meats this week, so repeat? I hope not! Maybe dine out on Wednesday, sure, why not. But that still leaves a few days before the wives return. I never thought that making a dinner he’d love would be a problem, now I feel sorry for Ellen! I decided to give him the job of giving me dinner ideas. Maybe I’ll take him to Costco and let him pick out what he wants to eat. I’ll chance it but hope it’s not more ribeyes! For me, you can have too much of a good thing, with food that is! Let’s just leave that comment as is, right there, huh?

TUESDAY LARRY ARRIVES EARLY AGAIN 3:40 pm

At least I know that he’s going to be here early this afternoon. It’s really not necessary to have dinner done beforehand. The weather has been the typical California kind this week, so we will BBQ the steaks and some ears of corn on the backyard grill. I’m making his favorite Spinach and Strawberry Salad and special potatoes too, I know he’ll eat that, and we still have that apple pie I bought at Costco. Please don’t think it’s weird I worry about the dinners; I want this week to be special for him too.

The weather has been very cooperative this week, but not the ‘lets get naked and lounge around kind though’. So, I’m in shorts and one of my Polo shirts, plus I’m wearing sandals too. And I’m sitting out on my deck, waiting for him. I’m used to seeing him arrive from the backyard, but I did give him the garage door opener from Lisa’s car, so he could enter through the garage. Of course, he finds me sitting on the deck coming from inside my office this time. That was so fucking cool for me, like he lives here, not a neighbor visiting. I got up to get my hug and hopefully a ‘I fucken missed you babe kiss’. I didn’t have to hope, my babe know how to deliver.

Once his mouth was free to talk, he told me about how much he missed me today, and that he had something on his chest that he needed to let me know. I teased him with, “are you sure you don’t just want to fuck me first?” “Don’t tempt me babe, you know that’s coming soon enough! I’ve had a boner every time I thought about you today!” “I guess that means you were hard during the lunchtime texting, huh?” “Babe, what part of I had a boner every time I thought about you, was unclear!” We laughed together on this one, and while we were laughing, I had my hand on his crotch. I felt his loose balls but missed his dick. So, I had to ask, “Babe how the hell did you get your dick up against your belly dressed in those tight pants?” (I mean he wears pants, or should I say his pants wear him perfectly, there’s no extra traveling room inside there.) “Sweetbabes, the distance between the garage door and your office gave me plenty of time to make lots of adjustments.” “So, you got a boner just thinking about seeing me huh?” And then he looked down at my shorts and said, “I suppose that tent pole pushing your shorts out, had nothing to do with seeing me?”  (Did you notice that he’s starting to refer to me as ‘Sweetbabes’? I think it’s sweet that he found something different to call me other than ‘babe’. Thanks babe, that’s really cool.)

We always have fun with words right now, we both know how much we want each other, but somehow, we are able to just joke around and be happy. There’s no special need to rush this week, we have each other until it’s off to work again in the morning. It just feels right and safe to be together, even if there’s nothing sexual happening at the moment. Well, that’s not really correct, we both have boners just being together, that ought to count for something, right?

TUESDAY NIGHT THE TALK GETS INTIMATE 4:00 pm

Our wives will be back home soon. Mine has sent pictures of where they are staying and it’s to die for gorgeous! Larry hasn’t gotten any pictures though; maybe she figured I’d share the ones I received. However, he has been talking to her daily during lunch breaks at work. I’m thinking, I should know more than I do from him, if I’m going to be able to help at all. What I want to ask is not anything we’ve ever discussed to date, and it will be pushing my role with him. I just fucken hope I don’t piss him off, if I screw up on how I ask him.

I thought the time was right to could get Larry’s full attention for what I wanted to ask him. Dinner will be on hold until after my questions. I have no idea how much courage it will take to ask him ‘none of my fucking business stuff’. I can’t remember exactly, word for word, what went down, but here is the best of my memory. I did tiptoe a bit getting started.

“Babe, I know a lot, scratch that, we know a lot about each other now, more than in all the years we were just best buddies. I want to know if you’re willing to tell me some super personal information about you and Ellen. You don’t have to, if you don’t want to, don’t fret it.” I got that look I’ve known for years, and it’s not the look of someone willing to go there yet! I said nothing, something I learn long ago in sales. I just waited until he decided to say something, but I never stopped looking at him while I waited. He knows my sales trick, because I told him how it worked long ago.

It seemed like a long time waiting, but it really wasn’t. I got a response I should have expected, but my head wasn’t there yet. “Is this something you are going to blab about me in the journal?” “Not if you don’t want it there.” “Okay, I guess, I can’t imagine something we don’t know already about each other anyway. Go for it.” This is the time I wish I had a script to follow; now it’s just me live and going out on a limb again.

“Please know I’m trying to help us deal with our wives return in a few days, and I know you are on edge about this.” “No, I’m not Sweetbabes, besides I’ve got your fat ass to hide behind anyway!” Laughing as he said this. Okay, the laugh could be just nerves, or maybe he is handling this in his own way. Yay for me if he is. But I’m committed to helping in some way, so I go for it. “Babe, this is none of my business, just say so if you think so.” “Babe, get to the fucking point, I’m getting hungry for food or ass!” Okay, he’s making it easy for me. “I’m not stalling babe, I’m just a little embarrassed asking you stuff I’d never dream of asking.” So, I’m about to tell him I know from loose talk over coffee years ago, that they have a healthy active sex life, compared to my deceased sex life. “Babe, I know you and Ellen have sex often, you lucky bastard! Okay babe, here goes, don’t get mad at me, who instigates the sex most of the time, you or her? If you don’t want to say, don’t.” “Fuck! Is that all you want to know, I thought it was going to be something hard to answer. It’s about even between us.” “Man, you really are a lucky bastard! Now I’m super jealous.” (Not really, I have him now!)

Larry asked where I was planning on going with this info from him, and how I thought it would help us. I told him I was concerned about what he said at the airport parking lot, that Ellen seemed to be rejecting him after the open revelations. That she didn’t touch him or seem to care about him. Maybe if she instigated sex often herself, it might suggest she’s having an emotional issue about us knowing of the wives current relationship. Larry said he wasn’t sure he quite understood my thinking yet. Well, maybe I don’t either; I’m not a Family Therapist. So, I attempted to continue my thinking out loud to Larry, “Babe, let’s say you are the only partner who instigated sex all the time, and Ellen always accepts your advances, then maybe there’s something she’s not liking about the two of us together.” “So, let me see if I get you; it’s either they are having a problem with us knowing about them, or they are having a problem knowing about us. Is that right?” “I guess so, or maybe she was not in the mood and thought if she ignored you, you’d just go away.” Okay that made us both laugh. Larry added, “So, babe you got any more brilliant ideas?” “No, not right now. Maybe it’s totally nothing at all.” 

TUESDAY NOW IT’S TIME FOR MARCUS TO COME CLEAN 4:30 pm

Larry decided to ask me why my sex life died at home, the real reason. It’s a fair trade, I guess, that we both know where we are coming from before we get into something very new. And, Larry didn’t hold back on the questions too. “Babe, what the fuck happened to you two? You both are attractive, sexy people, and you are a horny fucker with me, are you just gay?” “A good question Larry, maybe that’s the answer, kind of makes the most sense on the surface. But I think it’s more complicated than that.” “How is it complicated; you’re a fucking stud with me. Why did you stop having sex with Lisa, she’s a really attractive woman.” “Yeah, I get it babe. I don’t know what I am. Just being near you makes me want to raise the fucking rainbow flag. I want you to always be in my life. I can’t fathom the pain of losing you; I don’t think I could survive that.” “Sweetbabes, we were meant to be together; it took long enough to know that. I need you in my life forever, too.” 

Since we are really getting into this, I figured it’s time to come totally clean and truthful about it to him. There are some things that you just want to take to the grave with you, maybe this is something I can share with him, (and you too, I guess). “Okay babe, maybe you can get the BBQ fired up while I tell you.” He totally agreed and said he really wants to know and maybe he could help me too. I am totally liking the new and improved stud I’m looking at with my big brown loving eyes right now.

“You know it wasn’t always like this, we had sex often maybe two or three times a week. Oh, put those bright blue eyes of yours back in their sockets; so, we didn’t have sex every day like you, but we were happy with what we were doing.” Larry said he never told me he had sex every day, sometimes it was two times a day! I told him to give me a fucking break! He laughed and fessed up; he was just joking about the frequency. Realistically, it had more to do with how tired they were, the desire was always stronger than what actually went down. I told him, “babe, thank you for being open and honest with me, it really means a lot.” That got me a big bear hug that lasted for a while. We both know the honesty is going to be intense this afternoon, and for days to come. Now I really feel I have someone that I can confide in when it becomes important.

I told him, that shortly after we got married, Lisa went back to college to finish her master’s degree. She was told if she had the degree, it would open doors to advancement for her. She kept her full-time job and enrolled in the Graduate Degree Program at Sacramento State University. I was so impressed with her work ethic, she had her focus on a position at work she desired, and nothing, and I mean nothing was going to get in the way. Larry asked if I was a nothing that tried to get in the way sometimes. I never thought about saying it that way, but thanks babe for saying it. “Yes, I was starting to feel like asking for sex was unfair for both of us. For her, she had so much on her plate every day, and me, horny lonesome sexless rejected me.”  That year with Lisa in Grad School was pushing sex off the plate often. It resulted in me asking ‘maybe tonight’ and getting ‘really honey? If you must, I guess so,’ and so, I’d say, “No, it’s okay, I know you have so much going on right now”. “Larry, I told you in the past, that every morning in the shower, my dick had a scheduled date with my right hand! And, that’s how and why it started.”

Larry wanted to know how long it went on like that. I told him she earned her master’s degree in a year and a Summer Session. And she was rewarded with the position she desired at work as her prize. I wasn’t a prize though, I supported her faithfully, I kind of thought maybe we’d get back to our old routine. 

“What happened, Sweetbabes? I was hoping you were going to say everything got better.” “Larry, babe, me too! What happened was the degree of difficulty learning and earning the respect she wanted at work was worse than Grad School. And when it became apparent that if she was a male, she’d really get ahead. She about lost it and our home life got worse. I don’t mean fighting; we just spent less and less time together. And my hand was learning all kinds of new tricks for my dick.” 

Larry has been looking at me with a really sad face, and the BBQ still isn’t lit. He said, “Sweetbabes, I know you are trying to lighten up the story, but this is really fucking sad. I had no fucking idea you were dealing with this, not at all. Why didn’t you just put your foot down and push for sex together, instead of you and your hand in the shower?” “Babe, how many times can you hear all the excuses, over and over again, before you feel diminished as a man? I really do love her, and I’m fucken blown away with how she has handled the shit that females put up with at work. In the years we’ve been together, she’s blown through two glass ceilings to become the Executive Vice President of her firm. And she can thank me, or more correctly, my cock for finding suitable conditions for happiness, other than her vagina!”

“Larry, you asked me if I was gay? You tell me, I have no fucking idea. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I know you love me pretty deeply too. Are you gay? You love Ellen, I love Lisa, I love the life Lisa and I built together, unfortunately without sex. If none of that ever happened, one, we probably wouldn’t be living here, and two, I would have not met you eight years ago. And three, if we hadn’t met each other and had that wonderful weekend together this

Larry answers without words

year, would we be asking the gay question?” Larry didn’t answer any of those questions, he just grabbed me and hugged me and stuck his tongue down my throat, answer enough! The gay question is hard to answer; maybe we are just bisexuals, period. We are not bi-curious that’s for fucking sure. Do we pass for straight, more than likely, but Maurice and Pete from the cruise, spotted us in a minute. Of course, I’ve given a pretty accurate description of Larry often in the journal; for me, I try to pick pictures that could possibly be me. As far as I’m concerned and, now that Larry has tuned in to how much I want to be with him as a couple, I don’t care what people think. Except for my boss, the President and CEO of the Corporation I work for, he thinks people choose to be gay, and therefore are degenerates. 

My boss is a good man, around 78 or 79 years old. He has beliefs dating back to the Middle Ages, if you can get past the bullshit, once he gives his opinions, maybe you’d like him. He has no children, no heirs, and I have been his ‘Golden Boy’ for years. (No, that doesn’t mean I have gold hair or skin.) 😄 He has taken me under his wing, taught me my job, and has given me anything I want. I can live with him not knowing that I think perhaps I’m gay. Or, forbid he found out what Larry and I have been up to the last eight months.

TUESDAY FINALLY OUR BBQ DINNER 5:30 pm

We ate on my deck with the porch light on and a big three-wick candle from the Family Room. It’s getting dark out early spoiling outdoor fun now. Larry BBQ’ed the steaks, he has probably 30 years of practice doing that, he also got into grilling the corn. I made Hassleback Potatoes and the Spinach and Strawberry Salad. Everything took longer to make than to eat. Now I understand what my mother complained about for years. Only because I want my babe to enjoy everything, I do for him, like I just said, ‘Mom, I understand now!’

I went inside to pour two cups of coffee for us and brought them outside, and then went back for the Apple Pie dessert. Dessert was pushing it though, so the pie slices were shamefully thin for two manly men! We had eaten well though. Oh, I remember now, I had good news to tell him. “Babe, guess what?” “What?” “I’ve lost 10 pounds!” The asswipe had the nerve to ask from where! “I don’t know, but I finally stepped on my scale and I’m down to 230 pounds now, just 30 more to go.” Larry redeemed himself and said that was great, and he didn’t know I was trying to lose weight. I told him I wasn’t trying, kind of gave up trying to lose those last few pounds. Larry offered, maybe it was all the fucking we were doing. I laughed, but thought, maybe? Now wouldn’t that be a diet to promote huh? I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but I can gain weight pretty easily.

TUESDAY “LATE” NIGHT SEXUAL ACTIVITY 8:00 pm

I’d say Larry was thinking how this was going to go down all day today, because I was getting text instructions on how he wanted me to fuck him tonight. Again, new stuff for us; amazing what you can do when you’re free from observation. 

He was moving his ass all around while I was fucking him; I think I hit all kinds of new internal points for him. At least the sounds he was making suggested we were becoming a great team! Now I feel I cheated myself for not doing the same thing with him, while he was in me. Don’t worry, that I can remember on my own next time. He actually requested that I cum now so he could get in bed. Kind of pushy I’d say, but it did turn me on getting told what to do and when. I stepped up my thrusting and before I knew it, I was cumming and didn’t have to think about it, my cock came on its own. More new tricks for me!

Larry asked me if I’d join him in bed again tonight, saying, “Baby, I’ll understand if you want to stay up and watch the news, it’s so early for you.” “Lover boy, you got me so exhausted tonight, I’ll take a pass at staying up. I really want to snuggle up with you, besides I need to get up to make your breakfast.” To which I was told as he was heading to my office to get clothes for the morning, “babe, all I need is some coffee, maybe some toast, because I can get breakfast downtown later.” 

I told him it was my plan to experience getting up with him to see him off to work and wait for him to return. He answered me with the nicest kiss and hug. I told him since I didn’t have to make his breakfast, maybe he’d see that I got up with him in case I was sleeping. I wasn’t going to set my alarm this time, I’ll trust that he’ll get me up. And then I remembered the 'can/may' talk we had, especially the whacking my ass part. So, I nicely asked him, “baby, all I ask is that you don’t wake me up by hitting my naked ass, okay. I don’t want to be woken up that way. I’m sure you’ll find a better way, huh?” I got an, “Aw, spoil my fun huh?” “Not really, there will be times when it could be fun, just not as in jolting awake.” He promised and it was over and done with. Well my buddy wasn’t through controlling the action tonight though. Once we got into bed, he told me he wanted me to spoon him from behind, and make sure his dick and balls didn’t get lonely in the process. I’ll certainly will follow through with his request, especially if it keeps my naked ass free of whacks!

WAKING UP WEDNESDAY MORNING 4:00 AM

Well, as I said, I did not set the alarm, I wanted him to wake me up, but I was more interested in finding out if he’d do that for me. Now you know what I went to bed thinking, now you find out what happened. 

Waking up with my babe

I thought I felt something crawling or dragging up and down my naked side, from armpit to ass. It didn’t tickle as much as it sounds, it actually felt nice. And, it was waking me up, I was facing the window, not Larry, so, I twisted my body to turn to face him continuously dragging the back of his nails up and down my naked body. He was smiling, not a big grinning smile, a soft sensuous smile. I found my voice and said, “Hi lover boy.” “Good morning sexy.” I asked him how long he has been looking at me like this. He said, “Sweetbabes, for quite a while. I’ve had you in my head almost all night, but I didn’t want to wake you any earlier than necessary.” “Babe, if you needed me, you could’ve gotten me awake, man, you mean the world to me; I could lose some sleep for you anytime.” “Oh, babe it’s nothing like that at all, it’s all good, it’s all good.” “Do you want to tell me, or is it something private?” “I want to tell you, I need to tell you, it’s only fair that I do.”

Okay guys, I’m riffling through my brain, what the fuck is going through his mind right now; it’s all good, he says. So, I didn’t have to wait long to know, “Sweetbabes of mine, I’ve read in the journal how much you wanted to wake up with me at your side, do you know how much that meant to me? You are not alone in thinking about this kind of relationship.” I told him how much I appreciated him telling me this, but he wasn’t done yet. “Marc, I really want you to know how I feel all the time, but I’m not used to talking about myself or my feelings, nobody ever gave a shit about them before you. I’m trying though, please know that, okay?” “Larry, I longed to hear you say things like that to me; I don’t know how I could love you anymore than I do right now.” After I said that to him, he responded with, “you’ve done more than anyone in my life to help me understand myself; I never felt safer than I feel talking to you, and when I do, I get those ‘butterfly’ feelings inside my gut. You know buddy, I get really mad at myself when I read some of the really sweet stuff you have written about us, when I know I felt the same way, but didn’t know how tell you. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me Marc; I could have lost you so many times.” Guys, I couldn’t get any audible word sounds out after that response from him. I just wanted to hug him; I didn’t need anything else. Apparently, he felt the same. 

When I first met Larry, we shook hands as a greeting. The second time we met, he went for a hug, that caught me off guard. I never hugged anyone before that; I don’t think I did with females as well. Like I said, it caught me off guard, but I didn’t mind it coming from such a handsome man. I thought about it a lot when I was alone. But either way it wasn’t a sexual thing, as it was comforting to know someone chose me to hug. Larry and I have never stopped hugging hellos and goodbyes, and now hugging is part of our non-spoken language. As there are many Eskimo words for snow, we have so many hugs with different meanings.

WE HAVE DISCOVERED SO MUCH ABOUT OURSELVES THIS WEEK

Meant to be together

I’m getting everything I wanted from this week of cohabitation and a whole hell of a lot more than I expected. The sex we are capable of has moved from exciting and illicit, to natural and fulfilling. If two guys were ever meant to be together, you’re reading about them here. Larry added one thing more before we got out of bed this morning, “Marcus, please hear me, I have never, ever thought I could love someone as much I love you right now. Please don’t tell Ellen that, I need to work out how this is going to work.” I told him, “We will do this together babe, we are a team now.”  Larry thanked me for being on the same page with him and said how much he wanted to just remain in bed with me, but work awaits today. It’s never been more apparent, this was not vacation, it’s what real life could be.

As Larry headed to the shower, he told me looking over his naked shoulder, I had better keep my hands off my dick today, because we have a definite date after work. I got up to make his Continental Breakfast while he showered for work. Guys, I want you to know the strength I mustered up to not follow him into the shower, but to head to the kitchen instead. However, this week is not about how many times we get to suck dick or fuck, it’s about knowing what it’s like living day to day together. Just like a lot of you guys that are lucky enough to be able to do that. 

I made a whole pot of Jamaican Coffee, filled a stainless travel cup for him, and made some English Muffin toast with fig preserves. I’m willing to make more, but he’s not used to that much food before 5:00 am. Me neither! After I was set for his breakfast, I headed back to the bedroom to watch him come out of the bathroom and get dressed. I took a while to make his breakfast, so I missed watching him shave this morning. Larry’s beard grows way faster than mine, so he shaves his neck and parts of his face to maintain the look of his trimmed beard every day. However, he was done and brushing his teeth when I got back to the bedroom. 

Larry about to drop the towel

I sat on the end of the bed and waited for him to come get dressed. He came out of the bathroom with his bath towel wrapped really low around his hips, if it was any lower, I’d have seen part of his dick. (That was too fucking sexy to see and not get to do something about it!) “Babe, you’re only slightly covered with a towel, what are you hiding from me?” He just laughed at me, nothing, not a fucking thing, and ripped off the towel and faced me naked. He took his dick in his hand and waved it at me, and said, “Anything you see that you like?” “Silly question dude, what’s not to like!” “So, are you here to watch me dress for work?” “Ah huh, you fucken bet your ass I am. I want a visual in my brain while you’re gone.” Now I really did set myself up for his over-the-plate ball busting comment when I said that too. “I keep telling you you’re getting elderly, after all the times you’ve seen me naked, and you now need a current visual to remember what I look like.” He didn’t even let me have a come back, and just laughed his ass off all the time he was dressing. I watched him dress, he sat naked on the bench at the foot of the bed to put his socks on first, and then his pants with no underwear again, and a dress shirt to button and then tuck in his pants. “Babe, going commando, huh?” “The better to serve you, babe!” “I’m going to remember that today.” “Do you need another peek of my cock before I leave the room; I want you to remember that, too.” Oh, he’s on a roll today, exactly the way I love him to be. I can’t begin to imagine the two of us ever having such silly, sexy conversations with our wives what so ever.

I’ve been thinking about what I’d do, or he would do once he came back home from work. One thing we aren’t doing this week is discussing work. That’s too much like normal with our wives. What I’m enjoying so far this week, is receiving attention and conversation from him. It’s so fucking cool to have him all over me, this behavior is much more desirable. We’ve been horny Bros for months now, but it’s a different kind of horny now. The ‘I missed you so fucking much’ part is new, even if it’s only been a few hours. 

WHERE WE STAND IN THE WEEK OF DOMESTIC BLISS

I planned on finishing up writing about our very important week together under one roof at this point. There was a lot of similarities between the days of our week, and I’m sure you have gotten a good idea of what it meant to us by now. 

I’m behind real time writing once again, don’t blame me, blame making a living always getting in the way; and then going to bed with Larry and not staying up to 2:00am to write in the journal. But we also had a visit from Lisa’s daughter and boyfriend for a few days after the wives were back from the Santa Barbara seminar. Her daughter has been working in Charlotte, NC for over a year now, and we both miss having her around. I may be her stepdad, but she treats me like a real father; she’s such a sweetheart and her boyfriend seems very nice, but a lot older than I thought she’d pick for herself. That’s not important though, she’s quite capable of making the right decisions on her own.

So, I’m behind, and I know you want to hear about what happened when our wives returned home. (Maybe I’ll have to start a new blog with this material.) 😛 All I can say about this, I hope I’m a good enough writer by now to pick and choose what to write about. I may need to take time off work to figure this out though. If you’ve gotten this far into our story together, I’m sure you’ll be interested. 

We have been so lucky to have some very caring guys reading and following us here and offering their support and advice. I don’t think I could have gotten to chapter 55 without you behind us. There are a couple dozen of you that have offered us advice through comments and emails. Some of you have been in contact with us from the first chapters. Cat from Texas, David from the U.K., Sam from Oklahoma, Jonathan, Chris, Billy and Graham have been offering guidance from the get-go! As the journal started to gain notice, so many more began to support us and offer their stories too. I’m sorry if I forgot to include you in this paragraph of supporters.

Not too long ago I received mail from John, a Floridian, his partner of four years is Jeff. John and Jeff are our age and fit our descriptions, they both are Fire Fighters in Florida, and John is recently retired at 56 years of age, Jeff is younger and still working four days on and three days off. That leaves John plenty of horny time to write his mostly fiction with some facts stories. He doesn’t write in journal fashion like I do though, just finished horny stories.

John liked our stories but thought the sex could be a lot hotter than how I was writing about it. John offered to help edit my content for errors, and if I said something inappropriate. Unfortunately, prior to March, we had zero experience having sex with guys. What we did do together though, was super hot as far as we were concerned. John let me read some of the gay porn he wrote, wow, we were way out of his league. I told him he should write a blog himself; he’d have a lot of readers if they found him. I told him, Larry and I are on a journey of discovery, whereas, he and his partner Jeff are more of the destination. If you like to read guy porn with some romance and/or fiction, check out his new blog at this address. https://johnandjeff2020.blogspot.com/ If you leave a comment let him know I recommended his blog. There are no ads or cost, just like us, screw paying to read horny stories, huh! Don’t forget to write him or us, it’s how we get to know if we are connecting with you guys. Besides, I write back to you!

I take everything you guys say and write us to heart and use the advice to move forward. If there was ever a time for your input, this is it! Life as we know it is about to change and that can be scary. I’m going to be here for my babe every step of the way, we’ll get through this together. And judging how much he has grown with me recently, maybe he’ll be here for me, too.

Okay, I hope you liked our domestic union chapters so far. We still have Thursday through Sunday morning not written about yet. The good news, there’s a lot of repetition I don’t have to write about and one super cool thing I haven’t told you yet. For you guys who were with me when I pulled out my dick, and conned him to do the same 55 chapters ago, can you imagine that those two guys would end up like we are today? That is not a rhetorical question, I’d be interested in knowing what you think about the newer us. 

Okay, Marcus shut the fuck up and write the new chapter already! But don’t be upset with me if I continue to write about our bachelor week together, it’s the most favorite thing I’ve ever done with him, except for the sex! (Can you imagine how Larry would feel if I didn’t qualify that!)

Marcus

Our Trial Living Together and Lunch with my Boss journal continues in Chapter 56:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/11/ch-56-watch-larry-get-blown-away-its.html