Ch. 56 Watch Larry Get Blown Away, It's a Good Thing!

I’ve longed for years to be touched

Hi guys,
I fully thought the week Larry stayed with me would be short and sweet since it wasn’t a full-time vacation. Our time together included the everyday events of going to and coming from work, and that’s exactly what I wanted to experience for the week. I wanted to feel what you guys feel, living with your partners or husbands, on a day-in and day-out basis. I’ve been communicating with several of you guys that are in that situation lately, and it’s been working on my mind a lot. You know, I’ve been so self-centered with these thoughts, but I don’t know if Larry thought twice about it. I don’t think he was bored or unmoved by the experience at all, because he was really into playing house with me. I just don’t know if it was something he dreamed about doing, as I’ve been doing of late.

TRYING TO GO TO SLEEP WEDNESDAY 9:00 pm

He wants his dick held

I didn’t get to tell you something that went down at the end of the last chapter. Larry wanted me to spoon him, and not to forget to just hold his dick or balls or both, while he drifted off to sleep. I think he was just tired and wanted to sound sexy and horny for me. So, he wants his dick held huh? That’s something that we’ve both have done for each other, the week in Big Sur. It only depended upon who was doing the active spooning at the time. I have some lube on my bedside table, so I put some in my left hand and reached around his naked body to grab onto his sleepy cock. The second he felt the lube, he asked if I had plans to finish what I might start. “Sweetbabes, are you sure you want to do that?” “Yup!” (See, I can mimic his one-word responses too.) “Okay, but I’m still going fall asleep on you.” “Babe, if that makes you drift off to sleep all happy, I did my job!” And then, he turned over on his back and said, “Shit! Now I’ll feel guilty if I fall asleep on you!” I just laughed, I know what he means, and we didn’t need to discuss this at all. And then out of the blue, he sat up and said something very personal. “Marc, Sweetbabes, what I’d like even more than you playing with my dick, just touch me while I try to sleep; run your fingers anywhere, everywhere, just make me feel I’m touchable. I love how you make me feel when you get into rubbing my chest and belly; you know that. But I’ve longed for years to be touched, stroked everywhere, legs, arms, and feet. I’m not just a hairy chest and ass with a dick and balls attached.” And then he confided that it wasn’t just me, it was over 30 years with his wife, too. Ellen is not much into touching me, especially hairy bodies. 

I know he needed to get to sleep but felt compelled to tell him something I had to deal with for years. “Babe, when I first met you, and was super turned on by how sexy I thought you looked with all that curly blonde hair everywhere, I wanted to just touch it! I really wanted to fucking know what it felt like, but I never did find out, not for almost eight years! No sir, I wasn’t going to lose being best friends with you over my desire to touch and feel what your curly blond body hair felt like.” And then I added, “I’m so sorry babe; we just were trying to protect ourselves at that time. Trust me, you want touch, you’re getting touch, maybe a massage this week too.” Larry said, “Really, you’re not just shitting me, huh!” “Babe, I can’t wait to get my hands all over your sexy body, maybe starting right now too!” I did what he wanted, only gently but not so light a touch to tickle him. Before I knew it, I heard soft snores coming from him. My baby was softly off to sleep and now I get to watch him lie near me, confident that he lies safe and sound next to the man he loves to be with. Someone who will never forget to touch him, and not just his hairy chest or ass, although that is the playground I love to visit often.

WAKING UP TOGETHER

I really think you have a good idea now of our routine this week. I’ve been a great mate for him waking up to every morning, exactly what I wanted him to experience. I would be happy to do this for him every morning if we lived together. Not only was it fun for me, but he made me feel special for doing it for him. And I’ll do it every time we get a chance in the future. In fact, I enjoyed it so much, I’m going to do it for my wife too. Maybe we’ve let too much go away over the years together. I remember her loving it when I made her coffee in the morning, not that long ago. Who knows, maybe I’ll get a little more attention from her in return.

I’m so tempted to recount watching my naked buddy going through the process of getting ready for work each morning. I won’t bore you though. However, I will say, the sight of him getting out of my bed, scratching his naked hairy ass, and trying to function like a human, is a big turn on for me. I’ve permanently recorded the view in my brain, for all those shallow times when he won’t be here with me. I do believe he is making sure I get my share of the turn ons around here, too. However, if I don’t get up and make his coffee, it’s going the be ‘Dutch Brothers’ coffee drive up kiosk for him, and a long wait in the line. I don’t want that for him this week with me.

IN THE KITCHEN FOR COFFEE

I made his coffee, still the Jamaican, and I bet he is going to freak when he goes back home in a few days without it. (I think that was my idea anyway.) I had his English muffin ready and a stainless-steel coffee mug filled and ready to leave with him. He arrived in the kitchen appearing flawless in a dark suit and tie, shiny shoes, looking like People Magazine’s ‘Sexiest Man Alive’ and I told him just that, too. He said, “Sweetbabes, that’s exactly why I dressed this way, too. No, not really, I want you to come downtown and I’ll take you out to lunch.” I told him that was really nice of him, and said I was going to be in West Sacramento today for a meeting with my boss this morning. I forgot to tell him what was on my calendar. “Babe, I’ll call or text you with the time I’ll be free for lunch.” 

I got a hug, a kiss, a pat on my butt, and ‘I love you’ knuckle bump on my bearded chin. Yeah, my babe really loves me, we are way beyond sex on the sly now. What we are, is that empty pit in my stomach watching him leave for work through the garage door, climbing into that maroon beast of a truck of his, and backing down the long driveway. I go back inside because it’s fucking cold in the garage and I’m only in the cushy cruise robe, and still very naked underneath. I think my balls were trying to climb back up the inguinal canal (the place they originally dropped down from), to get out of the fucking cold. 

My joy will be getting to see him for lunch and a visit with my boss. I love him too. My boss is old enough to be my father, in his late 70’s I’d say. I’ve been working for him for a long, long time. He is a widower, lost his wife years ago, unfortunately, they never had the children he wanted. He devoted his life building the Corporation and has entrusted me to run the operation for years now. He helped pick the house and neighborhood I live in with Lisa, mainly because the Corporation will entertain there often, and he is the main host. (Before, you ask why he doesn’t do this at his own place, it’s because he lives small. Small condo, limited access for large parties. Smart move for a man who spends long hours at the office and eats out daily since his wife passed on many years ago.)

The one reason I get to work at home and video conference is to give me the freedom to work away from all interruptions at the Corporate Office. It’s hard to be annoyed at a boss like him, well sometimes.

I’m sitting here writing this and wondering do I expose his real name, make one up, or just refer to him as my boss. Actually, behind closed doors, it’s ‘Pops’. Because he and his wife knew my folks very well and they stepped up for my sister and me, when we tragically lost our parents. Well, when I go to the office today, I’ll write about what went down. (I’m trying to get you to believe I don’t know what happened in the office. Like that was last week, I can’t fool you guys! But you know I’ll get to the meat of it soon.)

Craig is wearing my suit!

What I am going to do is grab a cup of my favorite coffee, eat a Belvita Biscuit; I just bought the Gingerbread flavor, my current favorite. Sit and think about how today might play out; and then, head for my shower. I wish it was with my babe, but my job today was to get him off to work and have him think about returning home to me. And, I’m doing a great job with that, too! So, I polish my shoes, iron an off-white small-collared dress shirt and plan on wearing my gray suit today. I bought the gray suit because I like the way it looked on Daniel Craig playing James Bond in ‘Skyfall’; so, that’s what I’ll wear today. It’s similar to the picture of Daniel I’m showing here. 

Now to get a shower and keep my mitts off my dick. I am so fucking horny right now, but I want that edge you get from being horny and not being able to do anything about it. Well, I think that’s how it will go down today. But I bet when he gets back home today, we’ll become fucking animals once more!

Not really me, but damn close

After my shower, I got partially dressed, that means I have socks on and some funky looking boxers, don’t ask, I didn’t buy them! (I will tell you though, maybe it’s time I start to promote my own sexy bod, huh? Come on, Larry must have someone to love looking at too, right! I did tell you I had a Dad’s Bod, and now I have a 10 pounds lighter Dad’s belly. Yay!) 😘 Besides, I’m not going to mess up my dress shirt, or wrinkle my suit pants; anyway, it’s comfortably warm in the house, finally. 

When it came closer to the time to leave, I finished dressing and even wore underwear, too. As soon as I pulled up my pants, zipped and buttoned the top, I now have the answer to Larry’s smart-assed comment about where I lost the ten pounds. Please forgive me for gloating over the look now, as much as I love the Dad Bods on the two of us, this suit rocks on me right now! 😜

I go through several folders containing the business I’d like to discuss at the office this morning. I have MS Office 365 on my iPhone and iPad Pro, and both will be with me today. I can always get to whatever information my boss wants to know, and he expects that level of professionalism from me, too. In the rest of my time before leaving, I’m writing notes that I’ll use in the journal about today.

HEADING TO THE WEST SACRAMENTO OFFICE

It’s a good half hour drive if I’m lucky with the traffic, so I give myself almost an hour to get there. Anyway, I hate rushing and being late for any meeting with my boss. Besides, there’s no way I’ll get into his office without stopping to talk to several employees along the way. Don’t believe that I hate this, you’ve been reading about me for many chapters now, you have to know I love talking to people. Maybe now you know why my boss set me up with a home office! I can’t believe I just revealed that to you. Now I’m embarrassed! 😳

ARRIVAL AT CORPORATE

It did take longer than I expected, so I had to cut short the happy chit chat and headed to his office. I’ll do my best not seem like I’m snubbing anyone. I check in with his Executive Assistant and she contacts him that I’m here. Normally, I’d just knock and enter, but his assistant has learned protocol and is an impenetrable force. I really don’t think she knows what my job or title is anyway. I’m not going to push it with her.

As I enter the office, Pops is standing in front of his office windows facing East and Old Sacramento. He calls me over to the window, offers his big paw hand for a shake; no hugs coming from his generation. He is very happy to see me though, it’s been a while, but we do talk often on the phone. (He still has a flip-phone that’s not smart!) He’s not a big fan of video conferencing on his own, another feature alien to his generation. He points to where the American River ends and joins the Sacramento River, he tells me that’s called the ‘confluence’ and says, I taught him that word and he still remembers it. “That’s cool Pops, now if I could talk you into getting an iPhone I could ‘FaceTime’ you or text you the info you seem to want ASAP most of the time.” “Never mind that shit. I’ve gotten this old without it, and it’s going to stay that way.”

Pops asked me if I like the view from way up here, I told him it was pretty awesome. Then he used his right hand to pan around the room, and asked me, “do you think this is an office that you could get work done in.” I said, “with your ‘Gestapo’ outside his door, absolutely!” He laughed, and said she was everything he needed all rolled up in one. I left that comment alone, I don’t want to know!

XO Cognac

“Marc, please sit down” pointing to the leather couch and leather wingback chairs in the room. He walked over to the credenza, picks up two crystal glasses and pours a measured amount of his Remy Martin XO Cognac and hands one to me. “La buona salute!” I repeat it, “La salute!” I fully expected to discuss business with him, but he has other things on his mind today. “Marc, I’m going to have a birthday soon.” And, I’m thinking don’t ask me to guess how old, please! He just comes out with; in January he will be 80 years young. “That’s a great milestone Pops!” 

He continues verbally with his thoughts, he wants to step down next year, it’s time. He told me I’m doing a wonderful job as his Operations Officer and wondered if he turned over his position as President and CEO to me, who will replace me. That I should come up with a plan; do the research for either position. “That would be an honor Pops, you will be hard to replace.” He said, “No, not at all; you will be harder to replace!” I told him he was making me get emotional right now, and I can’t imagine him not being my boss. “Marc, son, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily, we are family!” You guys know what a softy I can be; it’s hard to think about the coming changes. I had to change the subject and quickly too.

What I’m going to say next I wanted to keep from Larry, but he reads these chapters along with you when they get posted. I rarely have to clear anything with him any longer. 

I want to ask for some time off for Larry’s birthday coming in December. I owe him one fucking spectacular birthday to pay back the two-day event he planned for me earlier this year. Pops has met Larry several times over the eight years he’s been my neighbor. Of course, no one knows of my current relationship with him here at the office, especially Pops. I got asked what I planned on doing for him that would take time off to accomplish it. “Pops, Larry has been dreaming of deep-sea Marlin fishing his whole life; well, at least since leaving the Coast Guard.” Pops said he has done that before, and it was quite an experience. I told him I want to take Larry to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico and gift him a charter boat day fishing. I also let Pops know Larry is only a catch and release fisherman, he doesn’t eat fish at all. Pops laughed and said, some one will claim the prize catch before he could release the giant fish. I told him I was pretty sure that was how it would go down. I also told him, I’d fly the two of us to Cabo, and stay at least two nights before flying back home. 

Pops told me he has old friends who are expats living in San Jose del Cabo, which is close by San Lucas and reminded me that he has a Condo there, too. “Marc, I am planning on spending my birthday in January there, I might stay longer than a few days, though. Do you think you could hold off Larry’s present until January?” I asked, “What are you thinking?” “How would you guys like to fly down there with me, I’d love the company getting there. You can stay at my condo; there are two bedrooms for you guys. I have a lady friend I can stay with while you’re using the condo.” “Pops, you sly dog, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend!” “Ha ha, there’s a lot you don’t know about me!”

“Oh, I have some pull down there, too. I can get you a private charter boat, if you’d like. Oh crap, I see your expression, I’m stealing your thunder by doing everything you want to do yourself. I’m sorry Marc!” And then he added, “I know, let me pull the strings, and you can pay me instead of a Travel Agent, would that make you feel better?” “Yeah, I would feel more like it was my gift then.” And then Pops said, “How about I make the cost of the flight my gift to him?” “Pops, you are a very generous man.” And then he told me, Marc I have no family except for you and your family. I'd like to help you this way; allow me do this for you. 

I thought I better find out about the return trip home. “I guess we could arrange for a one-way flight home, which ought to work.”  “Nonsense, you’ll fly home the way you came. I’m not keeping the plane down here that long; I’ll call for it when I need it later.” 

“You would do that for me, us?” “The plane may be under your control soon, get used to it. Just be sure to take your work with you and then it will be a business trip!” Do you think Larry will agree to get the time off?” And then a very kind 79-year-old gentleman and an ecstatic 57-year-old guy, laughed their asses off. I’d love to hug him right now; I’ll have to work on that with him another day. (I bet he’d love it like me after a while.)

I told Pops that Larry was meeting me for lunch today after I finished with him. He asked, ever so politely, do you think he could join us for lunch, he wanted to be there to see his reaction. I told him I was going to have to tell him about the trip sooner or later so he could get the time off at work. “I guess we could let him know today, why not!” “Great, give him a call and see when he can be ready to go, I’ll get us some reservations and have a car brought around for us.” 

I texted Larry, not called as suggested; texting is how the two of us communicate most of the time. I told him about my boss wanting to join us for lunch to tell us something special, and that we would pick him up at his building. “What time can you get away for lunch?” Larry got back to me right away, however, said he was looking forward to this being just us for lunch today. I texted back, “Eat light and I’ll let you take me out for dinner tonight instead.”  I got back emojis only. 👍🏼😘❣️I figured the changes sat well with him, and I just texted. “See ya soon buddy!”

Since lunch was set for us, but still a couple of hours off yet, Pops and I actually got to work together on stuff that has no business in this journal today. (I'm making this as real as I can for you.) I’ll let Larry choose what he planned for us at dinner time. Did I mention that Pops has met Larry several times at my home over the years? Because he has and is impressed with Larry’s woodworking skills. He actually has seen the portion of Larry’s garage devoted as a workshop. Again, just making it real for you, because I know what’s coming up next. 😉

LUNCHTIME FOR THREE AMIGOS

Il Fornio Restaurant

When the time arrived, Pops and I headed to the underground garage to be picked up and get Larry on the way to the restaurant. Pops picked the‘Il Fornio’ restaurant not far from the Capitol Building. He pulled in some favors and got us a very nice table to conduct our business du jour. (Man I’ve got so much shit to learn how to do yet.) 

Pops had nothing but nice things to say to Larry about how professional he looked today. Pops looked at me and said, “He really cleans up nice! Huh?” And we laughed, all of us laughed, he’s seen Larry dressed quite differently in the past, so this statement comes from reality. Larry came back with, “I’ll be damned if I let Marcus be the only well-dressed guy here. BTW, dude you look like 'James Bond' today! Damn!” I just told him, “Thanks buddy, that’s nice to hear from 'Mr. GQ' today!” Pops said, “So, no one wants to tell me how good I look in my Brooks Brothers suit I bought 30 years ago! Just kidding, who looks at 80-year-olds anyway?” (Aw, that was sad, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything nice now that I’m writing about it.)

Before lunch was ordered, Pops said I had something to say to Larry. So, playful Marcus said, “I do? What was it?” Pops said if I didn’t tell him, he would himself. “Please do, help me refresh my memory.” I figured I have tonight to tell Larry every detail and get to really see his reaction.

Pops rose even higher on my list of people I love, when he skirted the issue of my Birthday present idea in favor of the issue of his 80th birthday trip. “Larry, I asked Marcus to come join me in San Jose del Cabo, Mexico for my 80th birthday in January. He asked me if I could invite you to join us. So, I’m asking you, do you think you’d like to jet down there with us for the weekend?” Larry managed to get out a, “Hell yes, I’d like to go! Really, Mexico huh?” Pops told him to get the 10th of January off, it’s going to be Friday, and we could return on Sunday afternoon if we’d like. 

A private table in this room today

I almost hate to say this, Larry looked so excited that I was afraid he’d piss his pants. Maybe I thought of that since he excused himself to use the Men’s Room. But it also gave me a chance to thank Pops for letting me tell him about the Charter Boat Fishing privately. Pops told me not to forget he could make a few calls and make that a private charter boat for us, too. I was moved of course but ended up asking him how the hell did he get all of these abilities. He said it comes with the perks of his position. “Okay boss, you have some tutoring to do if I take you up on the position!” Pops said, only if you and Ellen invite me for dinner every time you get a lesson.” “I knew there’d be a catch sooner or later!” And then he asked me if he had to dress for dinner, or could it be casual. I said, “You actually own casual clothes?” I got him to laugh. Just in time to see Larry heading back to the table.

I stuck to my plan of eating light; I have a dinner date with him, coming later this afternoon. Besides, I’m looking fucking awesome 10 pounds lighter in my suit pants, sadly, the next time I wear the suit I’ll probably be 10 pounds heavier! Reality sucks! 

During lunch, Larry asked lots of questions about how Pops planned on spending his birthday in San Jose del Cabo and told him that he had visited several Mexican cities back in his Coast Guard days. But not once did he mention his desire to go deep sea fishing. That excited me because now I can be the one to tell him. At the end of our lunch, I picked up the tab, even though it was going to be Larry's treat for lunch. I’ll let Larry have the privilege later today. Pops said be sure to expense the lunch. Yup, there's a lot of finer points to learn yet!

BACK HOME AND IT’S NOT DINNER TIME YET

Unfortunately, I am back home, and Larry is still at work. I’m glad I only had a salad for lunch, but my babe, would never consider that a meal, so he ate heartier. I hope he still wants to have the dinner date with me. So, I put everything out of my mind and returned to finish writing a chapter I’ve published recently while waiting on 'Mr. GQ' to walk through the door and into my arms. 

TIME FOR BABE TO COME BACK HOME

I was in my office working on our journal; real work ended today in my boss’ office before lunch. Since I told Larry he could take me to dinner to replace the lunch outing today with Pops, I had ignored having dinner ready for him when he got home. Yeah, since I’ve been committed to telling you everything, I actually dozed off sitting at my desk. My head found comfort resting on my folded arms on the desktop. Because, that’s what Larry said how he found me when he came home. 

Welcome home hug was in order

Surprisingly, I had not taken off my suit pants, shirt and tie when I came home, but did loosen my tie and opened the collar button. Larry was rubbing my exposed back to gently wake me up. I think I faked sleep a little too long because, I got tickled soon enough, and called a ‘shithead’ for faking. “Hi, babe!” Was my response with a big hug, and then, “Did you like lunch with us today?” He said, “May I show you how much I enjoyed it? Follow me.” I recognized the route taken; my bedroom was at the end. He said, “sit on the bench at the foot of the bed please, and I’ll strip for you.” First the shoes were kicked off after untying them, and then the socks. This was going to be a slow strip; my dick will need adjusting soon! His tie was next, completely untying the knot, and then pulling it off by sliding the tie from under the collar. He started to unbutton his dress shirt, but not all the way down and started to pull the shirt out of his pants, first the left side, and then the right side. He continued doing this

until his shirt was free of his pants. He carefully pulled the shirt off over his head and placed it on the bed to keep from wrinkling. There’s that hairy body that drives me crazy. There’s not much left to take off now, just the pants. He unbuckled his belt and slid it off and joined it with his shirt on the bed. He slowly unbuttoned the top button, carefully unzipped just a couple of inches to expose his abundant pubs and the first glimpse of his penis base. Now my dick is really complaining about the restriction it’s feeling in my pants. Finally, he pulled his pants out far enough to not catch anything in the rest of the descending zipper. The pants now joined the shirt and belt on the bed. And there it is, what I’ve waited for today, everything I love about men all rolled into one that loves me. I didn’t miss watching the raising of his pole to midnight, too.

You’d think that I’d be undressing the rest of me, but I didn’t have to, he had that a part of his plan, all along. He repeated the process with me, first the shoes and socks, the tie and shirt next, and the pants. He was surprised with the discovery of silky underwear today. He found a new toy to play with too, how sexy my dick and balls felt under the silky material. I was thinking he’d never take my boxers off. He whispered in my ear how fucken turned on this was making him. I think I kind of grunted something guttural and grabbed onto him trying to melt into one horny sculpture of mankind according to us. And, my fucking silky boxers were still on! I fixed that as soon as I had a hand free.

Wow, he was such an animal, grabbing whatever he could get a hold off. (Hint, hint!) I think the almost eight years of waiting might have some effect on this behavior; maybe it’s the coming flight to Mexico, or maybe my nakedness and giving behavior is as big a turn on for him as his is for me. And then, maybe it’s just how deeply we’ve fallen for each other. No matter what, someone is going to get the fuck of his life very soon! I bet it’s me! I’ve seen animal from him before, but today, ‘King Kong’ is in the fucking room!

Larry asked me, if there were condoms in my bedside table drawer. “Yup.” “Would you mind we used them today?” “Ha ha, cute question, baby! How many do you want?” “Laugh will you! Let’s start with one for each of us! My ass has been thinking about your cock all day! He asked me to suck on his dick until he got the condom ready for himself. There was no please, no discussion who’d give and who’d take. No problem baby! I like it when he takes over like that.

Bend over Sweetbabes, I won't wreck your hole

Right now, I want to show you how much I need and love you, so bend over Sweetbabes! I’ll try to not wreck your hole!” “Fuck, you better not, because you’re next buddy!” I was so in tune with him, I wasn’t aware of pain or struggle getting inside me, I was in love with the thrusting, and he was not holding back on me. On every thrust in me an air sound left me. I was wincing now, but I didn’t want it to stop. “Babe, fuck me, fuck me hard, I want my ass to know it got fucked by the best fucking cock in the world!” I was actually getting out of breath and I’m only receiving right now. So, I asked him to slow down and fuck me deep and gyrate his cock in my ass. I want to feel every fucking inch of your cock working inside me.”

You know, we love each other, and we are very human men; there’s only so much sexy talk one can take before you explode a load of hot cum. Sometimes we tell each other when we are about to cum, or when we are cumming. Today he pushed his cock deep inside me, and laid down on my back, put his arms around my upper chest, and held me as close as he could and was sucking on part of my left ear while he was cumming. I really didn’t need to be told he was cumming, that was pretty fucking evident. I just didn’t want him to stop cumming, we both employ the pelvic squeeze muscles now to simulate cumming when we know it’s over. One thing we rarely do is continue the fucking motion since our dicks are super sensitive at that point. Today, instead of squeezing his pelvic muscle, he actually attempted to continue the fucking while he was super sensitive. How do I know, the exquisite sounds he was making gave it away. He continued until he got over the sensitivity. My babe is setting the fucking bar higher and higher for me. You know he’s going to expect the same from me. I hope I’m not going to disappoint him later.

We lay quietly for a while, as he was still inside me. But we were both tiring from the position we were in, and eventually had to uncouple ourselves. We both headed to the soft bench at the foot of the bed to sit and rest. The condom was still sitting on his softening dick but would drop off soon if not rescued. I took one look at the tip reservoir, and said, “Holy fucken shit, look at the cum you made for me!” He was so exhausted he could hardly laugh. But did say, “That’s what you do to me Sweetbabes! It’s your fucking fault!” Well, if I’m going to be blamed for something, I want that at the top of the fucking list! 

We just sat on the bench for a long while recovering. I’m not ready to fuck right now, and I want him back to at least 85% before I do! Actually, I want him at 100% because, I want animal under me when it’s my turn.

TIME TO TELL LARRY MY BIRTHDAY PLANS FOR HIM

“Babe, I have something to tell you, are you up for it now?” “Sure, I recover fast; I’m not as elderly as you!” “You know, you can drop the elderly comments any time now! You met elderly today, and he was pretty awesome, right?” “Yeah, I like your Pops, he’s a cool guy!” 

I told Larry to come sit close to me, so I could put my arm around him to have him snuggle with me. Besides, I don’t want him to slide off the bench when I tell him what I have to say. Now, I really have his attention. “Is there something wrong with either of you?” “No, babe, nothing like that at all. I want to talk to you about your birthday coming up.” He came back quickly with, “I’m still not going to be elderly like you, you know.” “Oh, fucking zip-it, before I don’t tell you!” “Fine! Spoil my fun, will ya!” 

“Babe, I wasn’t going to tell you about my plans for you, but it became apparent that wasn’t going to work.” “Go on, I’m listening.” “What do you think about going to Mexico for your birthday?” “Why then? Aren’t we going in January with your boss?” “Absolutely, if you can go.” “Have no fucking fear baby, we are going!” So that all cleared, I set out to tell him about the deep-sea fishing.

“Babe, several years ago you told me about a life-long dream of yours. Do you remember telling me about it?” “Don’t toy with me Sweetbabes, I’ve only wanted one thing, and had no way of doing it. You are talking about my dream of Marlin Fishing off Cabo San Lucas, right?” “Yup! Well, that’s my gift to you for your birthday this year.” “No, that’s not real, no! Don’t tease me with that.” “Babe, I’m as serious as this boner I’m sporting right now. I’m giving you the dream you wanted, because I can.” It got very quiet in the room, and Larry sunk further into my embrace. 

He was crying. “Babe, please don’t cry.” “I’m not fucking crying!” “Okay, you want some Kleenex, for your leaky eyes?” “Shut up, I’m not crying, I’m happy! Can’t you tell the fucken difference?” “Sweetheart, you gave me the only emotion I wanted from you. Now I’m happy.” “Are you sure you want to do this?” “I’ve been sure for years, and now I can do it for you.”

I need to fill him in with the rest Pops and I talked about for the trip. “Babe, I went to the office today to discuss getting time off on the 9th of December, your real birthday. There’s been so much going on recently, I kind of missed some of the final dates to book things I wanted for you. I had no idea that Pops would offer his help on this. I wanted to do everything myself, just like you did for my birthday this year.”

“Marc, I had help from our wives on your birthday, too. I don’t have a lot of experience doing stuff like that.” “Nah, as far as I’m concerned, you did it all, it was your idea, and you blew me away! Do you know that I go back and re-read those two chapters when I’m lonely for you? I do it lots of times, too.” 

“Anyway, there’s more to tell you yet, and if you want me to change anything, let me know. First of all, I planned on just a commercial flight to Cabo, and book a hotel for a couple of days. Plus, book you on a larger Charter Fishing Boat with other fishermen. When I talked to Pops, he kind of took over, changed the date to match his trip in January, and offered us his condo while we were there. And, there’s more yet.” “Sweetbabes, how the fuck can there be more?” “Well, he offered to pull some favors in and book you a private charter fishing boat, just for you.” “Oh, double fuck, I’m really gonna cry now!” “You know, it’s for your birthday, you can say no to any of his offers. BTW, I’m paying him for any cost he incurs for us, so it’s still my present to you, only I found a really great travel agent! Ha ha.”

“Oh Sweetbabes, I just came like a fucking race horse, and now my heart is pounding just thinking about all of this.” “We are going to fly to Cabo?” “Uh huh, stay in his condo too. We’ll have to rent a car I guess or look into transportation from San Jose del Cabo to the charter fishing boat. I bet Pops has that covered too!” “Sweetbabes, I want you to fuck me right now, if I get a heart attack over this, at least I can say I fucked and got fucked on my last day on earth!” I just laughed; it was a good laugh, a polite laugh, a laugh to share with you guys, because I couldn’t be happier than I am at this point in my life. And I wanted to share Larry’s joy with you. BTW, there was no way he was going to turn down Pops offer! So now I have to get busy thinking about a birthday event for the real birthday. At least, I’ll have given him two events just as he did for me. (Re-read chapters 35 and 36 too see what Larry did for my birthday this year. It even included the wives too.)

Larry was riding my rock hard cock

Larry placed a condom on me, and then tried to mount my rock-hard dick while we were still sitting on the bench; that just wasn’t working for us. So, he said to lie down on top of the bed, and he’d mount me and save my knees along the way. This is relatively new behavior for us, and I’ll admit it, I kind of like it. I get to feel like I’m fucking but I’m not, he’s facing me and riding my hard cock, and doing a stand-up job too! Once in a while he comes all the way off and then slams back down on it. I couple of times in the past he missed, and about bent my dick in half. That could be a disaster, so he’s been putting a hand behind him to guide me in without bending it in half. I don’t need a smaller cock, thank you very much!

The joy he was feeling was being transferred to me with every stroke. I told him he could ride me for as long as he wanted, I could hold off cumming on him. “Sweetbabes, don’t you do that, focus on me, if you cum, you cum. I don’t care, just don’t put me out of your mind to hold off from cumming.” I told him I was all his and he can make me cum whenever he wants me to cum. He did a good job of paying attention to my breathing and lower abdominal movement and was able to get the ride he was looking for. And then, I warned him I was going to lose it fast; I couldn’t hold back from cumming. He told me to let go and he’d get my dick deep in him to feel my throbbing dick explode. I’ve been good keeping my paws off my dick this week. I want him to get the full Marcus experience, no dribbles this week! Well, I was right, I’m no Larry, but I’m a damn good 57-year-old Marcus Sweetbabes! 

DINNER IS FINALLY ON THE TABLE

After a nice recovery period for us, dinner came up for discussion. Larry started with he didn’t want to get all dressed up again. We had the dress up lunch date with Pops picking the restaurant and me paying the tab too. I agreed now that we are back to our favorite clothes, none. Larry said he’d go home to get some jeans and a couple of pullover shirts and a warmer coat. I told him we are pretty much the same size, why not wear something of mine and save the trip. He said maybe we are the same waist size, but his pants would be not as long as mine, he is a couple inches shorter than me. I told him after he put his shoes on, the length should not be that much of a difference. He made it clear he’d get his own clothes and be right back. “So, are you going there naked or getting all dressed up again? Why don’t you throw on the cruise robe to save getting dressed?” That advice he took, put some shoes on and headed next door.

A few minutes later, in comes my babe, in jeans, pullover shirt and a jacket and robe in his hand. I’m no slouch myself, after he said jeans, I thought the same for me. So, here we are, both in jeans and pullover shirts. Now let’s pick a place to eat.

Whoops, almost forgot to take a picture

We both agreed nothing fancy, maybe a pepperoni pizza. I like that and Larry was good with pepperoni too, now pick a place. The closest pizzeria is Dominic’s Trattoria and Deli about four miles away. Good enough, done deal. We picked a good night to go there, not really busy and then decide, it’s going to be take out pizza. Home is where we want to be, and our domestic bliss is about to be over. Let’s not waste a fucking minute of our time together. Within a half hour we were headed back home with a large pizza in tow. While we were waiting, I had a beer and Larry true to a fault, had his Club Soda with lime. I wanted to tell him about the pending job change, but decided home was where to tell him.

Back at home, we headed to the kitchen carrying hopefully still hot pizza with us. Paper plates for dudes this week, unless we really needed hard dinner plates. Some paper towels, Red Pepper Flakes, Parmesan, salt and pepper, and Ranch for Larry, was all set out on the table. The pizza lasted maybe 15 minutes I guess we worked up a real appetite in the bedroom. I figure my portion of the pizza will show up when I hit the scale again! Maybe I'll do myself a favor and bury the scale once again!

“Babe, there’s something else that happened this morning at work.” “What was it, Marc?” “Pops is thinking about retirement after his 80th birthday in January.” “Well, at 80 don’t you think he earned it?” “Yeah, I guess.” As I chuckled at his comment, “but that means he has to be replaced by someone, what if I don’t like working for the new person?” “Sweetbabes, you run the fucking company, I don’t think there will be a problem.” “Babe, there’s more I haven’t told you.” “Okay, I’m all ears.” “Pops wants me to take over as President and CEO, leaving my job to be filled. And, there’s more, he wants me to pick someone for either position that becomes vacant.” Larry was so excited for me, that he hugged me off my feet. He actually forcefully picked me up and set me back down. And then said, “You’re going to take the position, right?” All I said was, “I don’t know yet.” My best buddy in the world just said, “I know you’ll make the right decision, that’s what you do best!” “Thanks, babe I appreciate that very much.”

We sat at the table and small talked for a while. I remember watching him push his shirt up and start rubbing his belly a lot, maybe the pepperoni wasn’t sitting well in there for him. Or maybe he likes to rub his hairy belly as much as I do mine. I figure if there’s a problem he’ll say something to me.

Bedtime wasn’t a big issue tonight, he’s going to work from home tomorrow; so, we continued the small talk, some of which tried to convince me to take Pops roll in the company. It’s only November, not even Thanksgiving yet, the wives are still in Santa Barbara at the time of this story. I have some time to think about it. I had no problem learning my current position years ago, I had Pops to teach me. Will Pops teach me how to be the guy where the buck stops? Where did he learn how to pull the strings needed to get that private table today or the promise of a private charter boat for us? I’m going to have thousands of questions, or I can keep doing what I know best. How do I pick a new President and CEO?  Now I want to cry; I won’t though.

What’s really gnawing at my belly is losing Pops. He lets me call him that because he filled my Dad’s shoes when I lost my parents long ago. Maybe I’ve given you guys way too much private information about the guy behind Marcus. This day was so much for me, us. Now do you see why I couldn’t finish up the week at the end of the last chapter? Now I have to find my way through the tangled relationship situations since our wives are back home. Yet I’m still writing about Larry and me playing housemates. I don’t want to stop writing about that, it’s been everything I’ve wanted since we fell in love with each other. Yet it comes to an end until another lucky situation arrives. Do I want to cry, yell, or pound my fists on the wall? Yeah, I do.

I remember someone telling me, "Who said life was going to be fair?" Yeah...

Our Last Days of Living Together journal continues in Chapter 57:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/12/ch-57-ending-week-of-naked-mornings.html