Ch. 57 Ending the week of Naked Mornings

Ending the week of naked mornings

Hi Guys,
It’s time to get to the story of our ‘Seminar Going Wives’ return and wrapping up the, ‘Hopefully Never-Ending Story’ of Marcus and Larry living as a couple. Perhaps you caught that I’ve been stalling getting the news out to you. Well, you are right. I could have predicted the outcome for me, long before it ever happened. What I didn’t know was how Larry would handle the domesticated life with me. Oh, I didn’t say that right. I knew he’d love being with me every day; it’s the prospect of a more permanent arrangement, I didn’t know how he’d handle. That particular conversation hasn’t happened yet, and I’m hoping when he reads what I write today, it will get him to discuss this with me someday soon.

I expect by the end of this chapter, you’ll know more about how the four of us are handling everything so far. As to ‘everything’, well that’s a very new subject now, and adjustments could be made to decisions hastily made.

Now, back to us for just a bit longer. The wives will be looking for airport pickup on Sunday. Larry, of course will ride shotgun with me, he’s really missing Ellen very much. I completely understand, that does not reflect anything at me; he has been happily married for 32 years to Ellen. She was his first Sweetheart; I’m thinking it was the same thing for her. I miss my wife, too. But our history together is short by comparison; and our children came from different partners, unlike their family. Maybe I’m saying Lisa and I have experienced many work separations over our time together, that’s all.

Larry and I have eight years of being tight Bros under the belt, but only since last March, as sneaking around horny fuckers. I feel that sounds so wrong now; yes, we snuck around getting our rocks off with each other for months. If you’ve been reading our journal from the beginning in March, you’ve been with us on every occasion we’ve had. I know for a fact, that on our Big Sur trip, I must have fallen in love with him, because I couldn’t imagine a life without him in it. So, what’s different? Sneaking, being horny fuckers, what? Maybe, it’s the fact we don’t feel like we need to hide who we are anymore.

Understandably, Larry has been on Cloud 9 since he found out about his birthday gift in San José del Cabo, Mexico in January with me and my boss. I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t just my gift to him, but as I said in the last chapter, I’m considering ‘Pops’ a Travel Agent, and I will be paying for the charter boat, and I don’t give a shit how much it costs! I don’t think Pops will horn in on the fun, but he might like deep sea fishing himself. I’m not a fisherman, so I’ll be there to record everything for Larry. Furthermore, we will get to use Pop’s condo for a couple of days, so we will have some bed time together again; you can’t beat that! Expect more information as the time gets closer to January. I also need to come up with an idea for his birthday in December too.

LARRY AND I CHAT FOR A WHILE

Jamaican Coffee

Not to drag this week out any longer for you; it could drag on forever as far as I’m concerned! A couple of things came up in our conversations together over the afternoon cup of Jamaican Coffee. (Maybe I should offer my services to the Board of Jamaican Coffee Bean Growers Co-Op, I love that coffee!) This week has allowed us to experience what everyday life could be together; and I don’t necessarily mean just sexual activity. We began sharing bits of information about ourselves without the need for asking. Case in point, Larry offered up what happened the first time he met me. So, I’m putting that in this chapter for you to know more about him. This is a real gift from him, getting info volunteered from him, doesn’t happen often.

LARRY TELLS HIS STORY OF MEETING ME FOR THE FIRST TIME

Larry spoke up while the coffee was brewing. “Do you want to know something I never told you before?” “Sure Babe, I’d love to hear it!” “This memory came back, when we were talking with the wives a while ago about our close friendship; I guess more correctly, relationship. Years ago, when you and Lisa welcomed us to the neighborhood, we were so happy to know we had similar-aged and friendly neighbors next door. However, I never told you or anyone, especially Ellen what I thought about you.”

Well, did I just hear this might be about me; I’m sure I did. “Okay, you got my attention for sure now Babe!” And we laughed, and he went on, “We were both out in our side yards in the fricken heat, and you called out to me, ‘Hey new neighbor, hot enough for you!’ And then you offered me the chance to take a dip in your pool to cool off. Do you remember?” I said, “sure”, but I really didn’t yet, that was eight years ago. I’m sure he’ll get to the point of his story, and then I’ll remember.

What Larry Saw of me

“We both opened our side gates and shook hands. I saw you only wearing some kind of dark shorts or swimsuit, not sure which. I thought you were really a hot looking dude with a great tan but would never considering saying that to you!” “You told me to get some swim trunks on and come back over. Okay, that was really nice of you to offer. You know, I never had a neighbor with a pool; and I wasn’t about to blow the chance of being friends with you and especially your pool. I remember telling you, I had to take a piss anyway, so I might take care of both before coming back over for the swim with you.” I’m thinking so far, nothing ringing true here yet, but I do remember having him over for a swim around then.

“When I went home to change and take a piss, that wasn’t the only thing I did.” “Oh yeah? So, what else did you do?” “This is going to be fucking embarrassing; I don’t know why I’m even telling you this.” “I’m sorry babe, you got me all ears now; besides, why the fuck would anything be embarrassing with me anyway?”  “Okay, you’re right, nothing should be embarrassing between us anymore. By the time I got home to change, I was thinking about how fucking sexy you looked all the way there. You gave me a major hard-on just thinking about being in the pool with you; anyway, try pissing with a hard-on!” I took care of the piss and jerked-off thinking how you might look naked. There was something about you that really turned me on that day. Marc, I want you to know everything about me, no more hiding shit. I had occasionally fantasized over a hung guy’s picture, even jerked-off to it. However, I never met anyone in person before that triggered any fantasies like you did to me that day. You know, I almost chickened out coming back over.” I asked him why he felt that way. “Well, you were good looking, had the body and chest hair I wish I had, and you never saw how hairy I was yet. I didn’t want you to make any jokes or nasty comments about how I looked.” I told him I was sure glad he didn’t chicken out on me. But I remember everything now, and I remember never saying a word about how he looked.

“Babe, if I had said anything nice about how you looked that day, do you think you’d believe me?” “No, I don’t think so, not back then. I would have thought you were trying to be nice but didn’t believe anything you were saying to me.” Now I’m curious, when did he believe he could turn me on the way he looked? “Babe, just for the hell of it, when did you finally realize the way you looked turned me on?” “Don’t be mad at me, not that long ago, probably at Big Sur, I guess. I’m sorry if that is the wrong answer. I’ve spent a lot of years hearing how hairy I am and how I should shave it all off from Ellen. And, all the stares I get, too.” “Baby, a lot of those stares come from how handsome you are; you turn a lot of heads wherever you go. Besides, as far as hairy guys go, you look awesome just the way you are. I’m so fucking glad you resisted shaving everything off. You’ll always turn me on, and I’ll turn my head for you anytime!” “Anyway Babe, that was a cool story. I bet you’re the only guy ever to get a boner from me.” And then he said, “I would have never dreamed in a million years, that we’d get to where are now, and talk about it, too.”

Getting to know each other

Larry was on a roll telling me about stuff that happened over eight years ago. He said he was telling me this because he wanted me to know everything; I had him hooked from the first days we had met! All I had in me was, “Wow, Babe, I had no idea you even liked me beyond getting out for coffee once in a while and cooling off in the pool.” Now I’m searching my brain for a similar story to tell, but this one is going to be hard to top. Larry just shared a key piece of the puzzle describing the 7 years and 9 months before March. Now I have to figure out what I did to scare him off like I did, or maybe just ask him.

“Larry, when we first met, I didn’t expect that we’d be more than friendly neighbors. I figured you just hung around guys like yourself.” “Marcus, what the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m sorry babe, you were probably the best-looking guy I ever met! You fucken still are! I figured there’d be no real connection in your world with plain old me.” “Well, as you just heard, that’s not true.” “Well, yeah, now!”

“Babe, what the fuck did I do to scare you off for so many years? I’ve been trying to figure that out for a very long time. Every time I said something to test the water with you, I’d get some real hurtful remark back. Eventually, I just stopped trying to get beyond just ‘coffee drinking Bros’.” “I know Marc, I really am sorry about doing that, I didn’t mean any of it. To tell you the truth, I figured you were baiting me to see if I was gay. Sweetbabes, you were a much better actor than me. I never once believed you were anything but straight. The only other thing I thought of was you were a straight guy trying to get a blow job from a closet gay guy.” “Babe, did I just hear you thought of yourself as a closeted gay guy back then?” “Marcus, I’m not ready to answer that question yet.” “No problem, babe, forget the question.”

These stories might seem simple to you, but it opened a window into our past for me. We did everything wrong to build a solid relationship, it’s amazing we survived that period in our lives. All in the sake of hiding our true selves from each other.

SATURDAY WAS OUR FIRST & LAST FULL DAY TOGETHER THIS WEEK

I’m trying hard to pick and choose what to write about this special week for us. I couldn’t be happier how it turned out for us at home. It would be stupid of me to say I’d rather have a work week together over a vacation week together. We had one not long ago, and it was beyond awesome. However, this week offered a possible window into the future for us. This week I got to look forward to the arrival of my buddy home after work. And, of course, watch him leave with a cup of coffee I brewed for him, and the breakfast of his choice too. None of that happens on a vacation, but it did this week.

Watching my babe sleeping

Speaking of vacations, the last day before the return of our wives was like a vacation, no work or commute! I got to wake Larry up today after I let him sleep in for a while. I got used to being awoken a lot earlier than normal this week to get Larry off to work; now when I can sleep in, guess who’s awake early? That’s okay, it’s later than it has been this week, and it’s not dark out as well. That means I can see the guy I love so much, lying naked next to me. I just turned on my right side and looked at him lying there all peaceful and beautiful. I had lots of time to plan what I was going to do to get him up. My first thought was to go for his lovely sleeping penis; I could carefully move closer to him, arrange my body so I could carefully take his sleeping dick into my mouth and bring it to life, or even more fun, suck on his ample balls, and eventually have him give up it’s delicious contents as he became aware of what’s happening to him.

And then, I remembered I offered him a massage recently, and he also requested more touching from me. But I’m thinking the massage will be more effective when he’s awake and can appreciate it fully. And the touching, oh that’s going to be every fucking chance I get now! And of course, I could tickle him awake. Nah! Or, smack his naked hairy ass awake. Nope! So, I just kept laying there memorizing every little thing about his body, I even found areas that he wasn’t that hairy too! That’s not a slam, but I bet he’ll like to know about those areas though.

Kissing me awake

So, all this thinking and planning got me a little tired, after all, it is still early, and before I normally get up myself. As I laid facing him, my eyes were slowly closing which I tried to stop, but my eyelids were heavy, and after a brief closing of them, I reopened them, and my sweet guy had turned to face me and was inches close to kissing me awake. When my eyes fully opened again, I was being kissed and my body was in a tight embrace with him and I was very aware of my dick rubbing against his and growing at a rapid pace along with his. Larry asked if I was laying there watching him sleeping. “Do you really want to know?” “What do you think? Of course, I do.” I told him I was memorizing every inch of his body so I could survive the days without him next to me in bed. And then, I told him about the areas I found that we almost hairless like me. I wasn’t sure how he’d take that news. But he took it in stride, “Really, you’ll have to point it out to Ellen for me.” Oh, that was sarcasm if I ever heard it. “Babe, are you okay that I said that to you, I’m sorry if I offended you.” “Why would I be offended if some part of me looked like you?” I told him I think we are even now that he found an area on my back with hair, I didn’t know I had.

You know, that event wasn’t one of my thoughts about plans to wake him this morning; he worked it out for me himself. Am I a lucky guy, or what? Now for the embarrassing part, we spent several minutes rolling around the bed, and we were tossing all the covers off of us and onto the floor. And then it hit both of us at the same time, we both had to pee really badly. The only thing we had going for us was the boners damming up the pee route out of us. We both bolted out of bed, each on our own side and raced to the bathroom. There’s only one toilet in the room, and there can’t be any winners and losers. There’s only one answer to this problem, the both of us had better have good aim and with two boners in play, we are pushing our luck.

I’m happy to note for you, I didn’t miss the bowl or hit him with a stray stream of pee. He started seconds after me and continued well after I was done. I started to wonder how big his fucking bladder was anyway. I did something that could have been embarrassing too; I just stayed in place after a few shakes, watching what seemed like an endless stream of pee coming out of him. It was fun watching the man I love so much, peeing, go figure! So, I up and told him, “You know I’m planning on watching every fucken drop of endless pee come out of you!” He started to laugh and said stop it before he misses the bowl laughing. So, I told him, “Do you want me to hold it for you? I never held another man’s dick while he was peeing!” He laughed again which stopped the flow for a second or two, and then it started up again. “Damn babe, are you a fucking race horse or something?!” He told me to stop it or he’ll direct the pee onto me, and said, “I’m fucking serious, I’ll soak you!” So, I broke my side-to-side hold with him and went behind him, saying, “No you won’t!” He was using his left hand to hold his dick, so I reached around with my right hand to co-hold his still peeing dick. “Babe, you know I’m going to get you for this!” “Aw, can I shake it with you when you get done by tonight!” He was still laughing when he said, “Your ass is grass, and I’m going to mow it!” “Promises, promises! I bet you won’t!” Now I’m thinking, maybe he will.

The funny thing about all this clowning around brought up memories from not that long ago. When we first started to hang out as Bros, and for years later, if we both were in the men’s room peeing, I’d use the urinal and he’d head for the toilet stall. He never would use the urinal if I was there, even if it was a few urinals apart. Maybe one day he’ll tell me why he did that. So, here we are, the left side of my body and the right side of his had been in total contact to steady our streams. Amazingly, no misses, too! This might sound strange to you, but it’s fucking hilarious to me, and I hope for him too, unless it’s payback time! 

(After Larry reads this chapter, I fully expect a punch on my arm or an unexpected whack on my naked ass because I just wrote that pee vignette for you to read. Sometimes we are silly middle-aged kids, and I want you to know that about us., Sometimes the stories are cringeworthy, too. We do make each other laugh a lot, more than our wives do for us.)

When he actually emptied his nine-gallon bladder, I was still behind him and, no, I didn’t get to shake his dick for him. But I did wrap my arms around him for a real hard hug. He turned around and we got into some serious tonsil hockey for a while. And then, to not be undone by me recently, he grabbed my full-sized dick to drag me back to bed. One of us is getting fucked or sucked, and if we’re lucky, both before we get up for real.

I told Larry that I had no plans for the last day together except to be with him every minute of the day. Case in point, even when he was peeing! Well, that did fulfill a prophecy; he did lovingly whack my bare ass for payback. I was tempted to say, that didn’t sting like normal, but I bit my tongue instead. I don’t need to give him ideas. I asked him if he’d like some coffee in bed this morning. Since we will be buried inside the house with each other, there’s no need to rush into getting some serious fucking done. It’s coming soon enough. 

I thought Larry would stay in bed and wait for the coffee, but the sweet guy came out into the kitchen bare-ass naked with me. Larry felt he had to say something to describe the current moment we were having. “Sweetbabes, look at us, we’re here in your kitchen naked as jay-birds waiting on our coffee. Thank you for waiting and allowing me to get to this point in my life with you. If I tried this with Ellen, she would tell be to put something on to cover that ‘hairy body’. Sweetbabes, I love that I can be naked with you anytime now without being embarrassed.” I told him I know how he feels; it’s not that we are just horny naked guys, it’s that we have no barriers between us anymore. It’s what’s makes it special and it seems so right, too. “Babe, I’ve gotten away with being naked more often with Lisa than you know, I kind of thought maybe it would be a turn on for her, but it never was. I said it before, I think she just gave up trying to change me, and just puts up with me.” 

Larry said something next I won’t ever forget, “Sweetbabes, you know what?” “What?” “I really have fallen deeply in love with you. I think about you all the time now, sometimes at night, when I’m laying in bed with Ellen, its you I see laying next to me. You never leave my mind now and I don’t know what to do about it.” I didn’t answer right away, but I did drop what I was doing and walked over to where he was standing. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, and held my head tightly to his and then, we waited out the intense feelings we were having. No, there were no active boners that I was aware of at that point. This is not the horny shit you like to read about; this is the serious shit that is happening between us now. “Babe, you know I’ve been head over heals in love with you, at least since Big Sur. I hoped so much to hear it from you, too. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now.”

I didn’t want to separate from him at all, but the hug did it’s intended job. So, I pulled him around to in front of me, kissed him softly, and told him, “let’s seal this deal in bed, okay?” His face gave up what he was feeling inside his heart; so, I gently kissed his eyelids closed, and squeezed him one more time. (Remember what I just said about no active boners? Never mind!) 

I placed my left arm tightly around his waist and his right arm was repeating the action. Our other hands expected to carry the cups of coffee back to the bedroom. (This is not easy to do, too!) I told him that this just isn’t going to work without a lot of clean-up! He agreed, this wasn’t our best performance idea to date, so arms down, cup securely held, and off we went! (I’m still checking our route for coffee spills later, before you-know-who spots them!)

We were just laying there sipping our coffee quietly. We looked at each other often, (constantly) smiling without words. How do we top what we just admitted to each other. We don’t. We don’t have to. Not any more. Larry finished his coffee first and placed the cup on the bedside table; I hadn’t finished mine but duplicated the motion as well. 

“Sweetbabes, I need you right now, please before I cum just looking at you. Please, I don’t know if I can wait any longer!” He tried so hard to hold back from cumming, but he wasn’t able. He was straddling me and never stroked his penis, as soon as he had it in his hand, he started to cum. He came all over my belly, chest and almost reached my face. “Sweetbabes, I’m sorry, so fucking sorry. I wanted you to feel me inside you, I’m sorry you didn’t get me the way I planned for you.” 

The ball in in my court now, don’t fucking blow it Marcus! “Babe, baby, there’s nothing to be sorry for! Oh my God, I did that to you! I made you cum just being here with you; how could you feel bad about that?” He tried to explain that he wanted to fuck me and fill me up with everything he had in him. I told him, “Babe, we’ve fucked lots of times, for all kinds of reasons, too. But right now, that was so much better than just fucking. That’s never happened between us before; every drop of you melted a piece of my heart. Baby, you could have cum for five minutes, and I wouldn’t have been any happier.” And then I thought maybe I could make him lighten up some, with, “So, sweetheart of mine, what’s your plan to handle the screwed-up belly and chest hairs all over my chest?” I did get him to laugh, yay! He’s over it! And before he said a word to me, he started licking me clean. Now I’m hoping he’ll share some with me.

You guy have to know, and if you don’t know, I’ll tell you, my dick is so swollen, it almost hurts. Come on, that was a lot to process for my brain, and I do mean both brains! The little swollen brain might get into the same predicament as his did just now, if I don’t get a move on soon! My response once he kissed me and shared a taste of him along the way, was to roll him over onto his back. I spread his legs and pushed them up and out of the way. No time to grab the bottle of lube; I just spit on my hand, applied it all to my swollen dick making it gleam in the morning light. There was next to little pressure needed to make my way inside him. My babe was more than ready to let me fuck him. 

I''m fucking for two of us now

I didn’t hold back at all; I’m fucking for two of us now; me and for his missed moment with me under him. Guys, I’m telling you right now, there was nothing about this fuck that was normal for us. I’m on my fucking knees, yeah, the knees that kill me when I’m kneeling, too! I fucken didn’t feel any pain, well not then. I will recover soon enough. Larry was being very vocal, I’m glad we are alone! “Fuck, fuck me… oh, oh yeah, OH YEAH! FUCK ME HARDER, no, slow down, no, no harder, oh baby. I’m going to cum again, I’m going to cum….” That ought to give you an idea of what my buddy was going through. Man, that was some serious instruction for me, especially since I was off in a cum zone of my own at the time. Please believe me, as much as I wanted to make this last a long time, I couldn’t. Somehow, I didn’t want to compete with his awesome vocalizations; I let my movements let him know when I was cumming. He knew exactly when too; we are that good together now. I think I blew his mind as well, since he did manage a dry cum again. He was checking himself for any cum, but nothing showed up. “Sweetbabes, you made me cum again! Damn, you’re fucking good!” “Babe, you’re no slouch yourself!”

Silly Marcus wanted to jokingly ask him, ‘was that good for you too?’ but I only said it to myself, I’ll let him read about it here himself, when I post the chapter, that was better than good.

(Guys I’m going to stop here about our time in bed that day. I gave you the start, of course, there was so much more. Forgive me for keeping some things just for us, and understand Larry totally committed himself to me just now. Be happy for us, and use your imagination, you’ll probably be right!)

SUNDAY TIME TO PICK UP WIVES FROM THE AIRPORT

Saturday night was our last full night together, especially now being super committed to each other. We spent most of the night very awake and aware of how special our time together this week was, and the last hours awake as well. I don’t know if I could write what happened during the night between us, it’s all blurry and blended in my mind. We are thinking as one now.

In the morning, Larry helped me change the sheets on the bed, set out fresh bath towels to be used after our shower, and do a visual check of the place for possible wife-type complaints. Man, if we get together, domesticated is not going to be a problem for us; okay, we’ll see one day about that.  I looked over to him as often as I could while we were working, just smiling at him. He returned the favor, too. Oh, I didn’t tell you, we’re still naked as jay birds, and you know this is not going to change until we have to. Besides we’ve got our last shower together before we clean the shower area and bathroom. 

SHOWER TIME

When everything looked good to our eye, we both headed to the shower. One thing that won’t happen in the shower this morning is fucking; fucking for either one of us; our asses got a royal workout last night. But I’m not ruling out some dick and ball sucking though. He won’t know my dick is sore until he reads this chapter himself. I’ll be damned if I let him down this morning. I wonder how he feels himself. I’ll find out sooner or later though. 

In the shower we had a great time soaping up each other. I told him if he’d like me to help him shave those low hanging heavy balls of his, I’d be happy to oblige him. He said thanks that might be kind of fun to watch, however, he did shave them before coming over this week. He did tell me that the hair doesn’t grow back as often as when he started to shave them. And the hair is not as coarse anymore too. I told him that might happen. I don’t have to shave mine that often as well. 

“Sweetbabes, do you remember the first horny thing I ever did with you?” “Of course, I also wrote about it in the first chapter. You never knew about the journal back then.” “Yeah, I know. I can’t believe you’d think I’d be upset with you writing stories.” “I was afraid you’d hate knowing guys could read about us.” “Well, that’s getting off-track from what I was going to say. When I saw you naked on the hike, it was the first time I’d been with another naked guy and seen naked hairless balls too. It was such a turn-on for me, they were nothing like my hairy balls. I have no idea why I decided to take them into my mouth, but I had a wonderful time doing it. And then, I panicked, and got up to leave. For a moment, I was afraid you might hate me for doing that.” “Yeah, like I was going to hate that! Man, did you not know me yet!”

Larry improved

I told Larry, “I also remember when you decided to shave that jungle mat of hair off them, too. And how proud you were to show off your balls to me in the coffee shop Men’s Room!” We both laughed a while remembering stuff from months ago. And then I said, “Babe, I had no idea how great your balls looked until then.” And laughed again. Larry said he had no idea how much he was hiding until then; and now Ellen was into his nude balls, too. He did make a point of thanking me for turning him onto doing that back in March. What happened just months ago seems like years ago now.

Toweling-off

After we helped each other towel-off, we got dressed. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. We went to the Formal Living Room and took everything out that didn’t belong there and attempted to return the room to how Lisa had it. However, I think we got it back to where it was before they left. The next thing we did was clean up the kitchen, that didn’t take long at all, because Larry was right behind me cleaning up when we ate there this week. Today we are going out for breakfast or brunch, whatever we feel like; no more messes in the house. The wives are due home in hours. Lucky for Larry, we never went to his place, except him getting some clothes recently. There should be no complaints coming from Ellen!

OUT FOR BRUNCH OR LUNCH AND OFF TO THE AIRPORT

It was sad leaving my house today. We both knew we are not coming back here together, not today. When we entered the garage, which was fucking cold, 🥶 we stopped before opening the overhead door for one long, loving hug and kiss. We are headed back to the other alternate universe, one we both have lived in for so many years. “Are you as hungry as me babe?” I asked him, trying to change the subject that was a big downer. He answered me with, “I… guess… so.” I could tell this was affecting him as much as me by his broken speech pattern answering me. “Babe, we are going to get through this together. Don’t we always?” He wasn’t going to answer this time. He did a big shoulder shrug, and that head movement that screams, I don’t know anymore. 

We both couldn’t help it this time, I saw his eyes watering up, and couldn’t stop mine from doing the same. Larry said, “Let’s get into the car and get out of this fucking cold.” He tried to lighten it up with, “My junk is shrinking with every minute in this fucking garage!” Maybe I was able to get him over this hump and maybe he’s helping me too.

Swedish Pancakes

“Larry, you pick where we eat, I just want to follow today.” I took him .003 seconds to come up with, “I want to go to I-HOP for pancakes.” That’s fine with me; the closest one is a good nine or ten miles away, using Douglas Boulevard in Roseville. He added that he never gets enough pancakes as far as he is concerned, especially, the 'Swedish type with Lingonberries'. I thanked him for the suggestion and letting me follow his lead.

Being Sunday Morning, the chances of having to wait for a table was a possibility; but it wasn’t today. We did get seated right away, but very close to other diners. There goes my plan on discussing a not so public topic with him. So, we did what all other red-blooded males would do, stuff our faces without lots of talk. Oh yeah, one last thing. At I-HOP you get a full carafe of coffee at your table to refill your cup as often as you like. Guess who had a negative comment about the coffee, after a week of drinking Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee with me. That was a given, no matter where we would have eaten today!

We talked about many things at breakfast but nothing about what we needed to talk about. And then I thought, he’s going home today, next door, not New York City, 3,000 miles away! We will talk and text often. We have this! Besides, we will be back in my car soon, that’s pretty fucking private!

MARCUS GETS AN IDEA

I got this brilliant idea in the restaurant, not talking about our situation with him. So, I got ‘Marcus Brave’ and brought it up with him. “Babe, I got this idea I’d like to discuss with you; just hear me out before you try to change my mind, okay?” “Oh brother, that always scares me when you start out saying stuff like that! Okay, let’s hear it.” “Thanks babe, this is something we need to be united on, so that’s all I’m thing about. There’s no question any longer about how we feel about each other. And, we know the wives have a relationship too; do they love each other like us? I don’t know.” Larry broke in and said he agreed with everything but didn’t know how this was going to help us.

So, I continued with my thoughts. “Babe, we all work full-time jobs; and don’t you dare say I don’t! I see that look you are giving me right now!” We laughed some, because, he got caught ready to ball-bash me on working from home. “Larry, we all work, Monday through Friday, weekends off, right?” “Right, okay I’m listening.” “So, what do you think about house swapping on the weekends?” “Huh? As in?” “Okay, I need to work in my office, the wives clothes and routines are tied to our houses; during the week, life goes on like normal. The weekends can be where we all get to spend the way we want to spend it. Maybe they would love to spend a couple of days together just like we love doing?”

Larry thought for a while, I guess trying to make sense out of my idea. And then, he said, “Sweetbabes, that sounds like fantasy-world to me! Why would they want to give up their home on their days off?” So, I tried to defend my idea. “Maybe a couple weekends a month, or even one weekend would give us what we had this week together. And, let them have time to get together, too.” “Sweetbabes, maybe there’s something to what you’re thinking here, but I don’t want to be the one to tell them about your plan.” “I kind of figured that on my own, babe. You know Marcus goes out on the limb regularly; it’s a good bet he will again.” (In case you guys haven’t noticed already, when it comes to half-baked ideas, I get to speak in the third person. ‘Marcus goes out on the limb’, would be a good example.)

ARRIVAL AT THE AIRPORT WAITING AREA

Eventually, we had to reach the time of the day when we needed to pick up our wives. I hope all the above didn’t give you the idea we were dreading seeing our wives, because we do miss them. And, we want to hear all about their trip, but I don’t think we want to hear too much, or we’ll be asked to tell all, too.

Hugging out the wait

Of course, we arrived early for their flight home, so I headed to the Free Waiting Area to park the car. The same area I stopped in a week ago, when they flew to Santa Barbara. I stopped there a week ago because my Babe was having a hard time dealing with everything going on at the time. Today, we are both having a hard time with the changes that are about to happen. So, I pick a spot, much like last week, away from other waiting cars; I stop the car and get out. Larry repeats the movement, but this time he didn’t wonder what was wrong with the car. We met between the open passenger door and the car, away from prying eyes, so we could stand with our arms around each other’s back and stealing little neck kisses too. The amount of control it took not to grab a handful of crotch was huge for me. Fortunately, or unfortunately, for me, his control was non-existent, so now I have a boner to deal with; so, I paid him back with one of his own! 😜  Considering how we quickly got these protuberances; they weren’t long lasting for us at all. But they reminded us at how in tune we are with each other now. “Babe, are you going to think about me the next time you jerk off?” “Sweetbabes, I always think about you, whether I’m jerking off or not!” I’m thinking I should have thought how I said that; but I loved the answer. 

I eventually got the call from Lisa that the plane had landed but was taxiing the runways. The wives will let us know when they are outside with their luggage in hand. I looked around the parking area, we were still pretty much all by ourselves. I figured, a great time for a kiss not to forget; the kind people watching would advise us to get a room! Apparently, I wasn’t the only one with the idea! Our fucking boners were coming back; I could feel his struggling to get into position. I bet mine was being a pain poking him! I hope they don’t present a problem for us. Years ago, I could have said the sheer thought of her return, got me hard. Now that they know more about us, they’d never buy that story from us!

The final text came; they were ready for pick up at the curb. We both said our ‘I love you’ to each other, but today, it seemed more real than ever before, and maybe a lot more meaningful in tone, too. “Babe, I think we can make this work, okay? Just trust my judgment. I’m good at this shit!” “Sweetbabes, I trust you more than me. I just hope you know what the fuck you are doing, when you do it!” Yeah, I’m thinking to myself, I hope so too! All while giving him my best winning smile.

THE CURB PICKUP OF OUR WIVES AND LUGGAGE

Curbside Luggage

Pick up at the curb means no loitering, pick up and go. Since I was driving, Larry jumped out and collected the numerous suitcases, and placed them into the back of my crossover, while the girls returned to the backseat, as always. Larry always gets ‘shotgun’ when the four of us are going anywhere. Unless, he’s driving, then I’m getting ‘shotgun’. Trust me, the wives rather keep the ‘crossfire conversation’ at a minimum, shotgun position works for us. I got an ‘air kiss’ from my wife in the back seat, but Larry got the real thing from both women at the curb. Maybe I should have jumped out too, probably should have, oh well, too late now.

DINNER AND CATCHING UP

Queso Appetizer

We thought the girls would like to grab some real food after being crammed into the flying sardine can. So, we took them out for a nice quiet meal and debriefing. The last thing they wanted was a wait to be seated or fancy restaurant, but not fast food. Maybe Mexican? So, after a short discussion, they chose the ‘On the Border’ Mexican restaurant, easy to get seated and Margaritas and Queso Dip rose to the top. It was too chilly to sit outside, inside won. My wife Lisa was showing pictures of their room, surroundings, and conference areas at the Biltmore. (I’ll post one here for you to see. Perhaps in another story, I'll post others.) 

The view from their room

There’s this thing hanging in the air of course. Once the seminar ended each day, what did they do? Will they come clean with us? Probably not fully. Did they do any sightseeing, or have dinner out on the Waterfront? I thought start with the fun things they did, and interesting things learned at the seminar. That helped them get the conversation going, and Larry surprisingly asked leading questions for me, too. A lot of the seminar stuff won’t be talked about here; I don’t want to lose you over that. Even the sightseeing was limited but hanging around the Biltmore was the most that they did during the off time in the week. I’m thinking anything I’m going to be able to use in this chapter is going to come from what we talk about at home.

HOME AGAIN JUST ME AND THE WIFE

Lisa was happy to be home and gave me a nice hug and kiss; nothing like I get from Larry though. After a while at home I got a compliment on how nice we left the house for her. She asked if I stayed at Ellen and Larry’s house, it was so clean. She said it never occurred to her that Larry might be a clean freak; I wouldn’t call him that, but helpful would be more accurate. What she didn’t know was how much effort was put into getting the place clean at the end. We both kind of left clothes where we dropped them often during the week, but the kitchen was cleaned as we cooked.

I got asked if I’d like to join her in bed tonight but was warned that work starts again early in the morning. In other words, let’s not make this an all-night affair. I started thinking maybe she really missed me, but then is she over compensating for a week with her best friend every night. Either way, I’m getting lucky, but wonder how I’ll handle it with Larry still in my head. She is my wife, I really don’t know for fact what she and Ellen were up to, in Santa Barbara. It’s only a guess. Maybe she’s testing me on what Larry and I were up to during the week as well.

The only real concern I had was what if I don’t get an erection. Oh, fucking get serious Marcus, like you have a problem with that. Well, not yet! I wondered will this be like normal, stay hard as long as I want and not cum until I visualize Larry in her place, or maybe she’ll pull the ‘finger up the butt trick’ to get me off. Both have worked for a very long time. I’ve talked about this before, I can play the straight guy, fuck like the straight guy, but I’ve never cum without fantasizing about a male under me. And starting eight years ago, Larry under me, or doing me; that would get me off in a minute. How could I ever tell her or any other woman I had slept with before her, about that little mind-trip of mine? Prior to Larry and me getting together last March, the head fantasies were just that, not actual experience, just fantasy. There’s no fantasy any longer, I can bring up my babe in a flash. I still don’t know if Larry will be fantasizing about me tonight, when he is getting it on with Ellen. I’m almost laughing out loud writing this for you to read. I can’t imagine me asking this question of him or even thinking about it, months ago. Or, writing about it for you guys to read; I’d have rather crawled into a hole in the ground than talk about that to anyone. To your credit, some of you wrote me that I wasn’t alone with these thoughts when I mentioned it in the journal. What a relief that was for me to read. Now I want to know if Larry got lucky, and how he handled it. You can bet we will be talking soon!

GETTING UP WITH THE WIFE

I did get up and make her coffee and toast, just like I did with Larry last week. She doesn’t know it yet, since she’s in the bathroom. In the kitchen I texted Larry, ‘You up?’ He was, so I asked him to come over after the wives leave, even if for only a few minutes. He agreed. Yay!

Lisa was so pleased with me for making the coffee and toast and filled travel mug ready to go for her. I was wearing one of the cozy bathrobes from the cruise, which she thought was nicer than looking at my naked body. (She better get on board with the look of my current body type before my pecs become man-boobs!) I almost flashed her but decided Larry would appreciate it more. I’m not going to waste my manly nakedness on someone not interested. Haha, then again, maybe I’m just so happy I’ll be seeing my babe as soon as the wives are on the road. After Lisa ate her toast and finished her coffee, she gave me a nice little kiss and thanks for breakfast; I followed her out to the garage to see her off to work, just as I did with Larry. However, once in her car, she noticed her garage door opener was missing. Whoops, Larry still has it in his truck. So, I gave her mine and told her I’ll get it back from Larry today. No problem and she was off to work. I left the garage door opened for Larry and headed back inside to the kitchen to wait on him to come over. I really don’t know his work plans yet, either downtown or home to work. I’ll know soon enough though.

ALONG COMES LARRY

Naked under the robe

Larry let himself in and found me in the kitchen, in my warm cruise bathrobe. Man, his nose is tuned in to the aroma of Jamaican Coffee now; before I got a hello, I got, “you have a cup for me too?” “Of course, babe, always for you.” So, I said hello again, this time I got, “you naked under that robe?” I guess I’m not getting my hello, so I said, “you can check for yourself, if you’d like to.” He liked to. He pulled out a kitchen chair to sit on and called me over to him.  Without saying another word, he pushed the robe back on both sides of me, leaving the robe belt tied in place. And then said, “Awesome, bite-size dick.” And then sucked what I did have showing, completely into his warm mouth. The only goal I figured he had was to feel me fill his mouth with a growing hard-on and not stop sucking on it until I came. I figured right too. Man, I was not expecting this at all. I just wanted to ask him a few questions before he left. I still plan on asking, but now I think I need to sit down myself.

Larry told me, without me asking, that he really needed my dick this morning; it’s all he thought about during the night. Wow, that was awesome to hear from him. I told him he’s not leaving before I get my turn, too. He said, “Sweetbabes, I’m dressed for work; you were bare-ass naked underneath the robe.” That’s wasn’t going to stop me, I asked him, “You have a zipper? You going commando?” “Affirmative squared!” “Then do you want to unzip, or do you trust me?” He unzipped for me and pulled out an almost grown suck toy for me. I had no problem finishing the job of growing it for him, and no problem getting him to deliver the goods, too. At least we both got our protein for the morning! I made sure I got every drop before he zipped up, too. I think he set a cum record this morning; that was probably the fastest he ever came for me. I bet we are going to have some fun conversations or texts today!

Larry's spring-loaded play toy in action

I saw that my questions were going to have to wait until later, since he was getting antsy about getting on the road. But I chanced one question I didn’t have earlier. “Babe, what if I had a cup of Jamaican waiting on you every morning? And a hunger for some of your creamer as payment?” He posed his own question instead of answering mine. “What’s the chance I get some of your creamer too?” “Chance is never going to be an issue babe; all you need to do is be sure the wives are on the road first.” “Sweetbabes, is that a real offer?” “About as real as it gets!” “I think I’m getting a boner just thinking about this.” “Think or know?” “You want to check for yourself?” “No, I trust you, because if I did, we’d be back in my bed in a minute!” “Now I am hard again!”

“Babe call or text me on your lunch today, I’ve got a couple of questions to run by you. Okay?” “You bet Sweetbabes, I won’t forget! Besides, I’ve got something to tell you too, maybe you’ll laugh at me. Oh yeah, thanks for the coffee and ‘cream’ too, buddy!” “That’s always gonna be our thing, babe!”

LUNCH TIME CALL

Larry didn’t forget me today, at 11:30am I get the text, “I’m at lunch at my desk. What’s up?” I think I know the answer, but I want a strong commitment from him. “Babe I’m thinking about telling Lisa the weekend plan we talked about; for at least one, but hopefully two times a month. Maybe more?  Will you back me up by telling Ellen yourself?” I didn’t get a text back for a minute or two that felt like an hour waiting. Then a few more minutes went by, and I’m thinking, no sense in telling Lisa if he’s not on board with me. After a couple of minutes, I get a text from him. He said he was sorry, some guys stopped by his desk and he put his phone away until they left. Oh, that was a relief, but he didn’t answer yet. So, I ask him again what his feelings are. 

You want this every morning?

“Sweetbabes, there’s nothing I want more. It gets me hard just thinking about it. Do you think we could do this together? I don’t know if I can pull it off by myself.” “Absolutely, babe, I think we should do it together. Let’s talk about it some more and practice what we want to say so we don’t just stumble around and screw it up. If we are smart, we will make it look like it was their idea too!” “See Sweetbabes, that’s why I want you to do it with me. I’d never think about saying it that way! I love you!” “I love you more, babe!” “Oh no, don’t start that again! I’m supposed to be at lunch!” I sent him a couple of laugh 😂🤣 emojis and a big fat red heart❤️And then, I got one more text, he said he’d like to tell me his funny story in person, maybe after work. Larry doesn’t tell funny stories, that’s my gig. Now I’m curious; my babe is changing all the time now. That’s really cool; I keep getting new reasons to love him even more than I already do!

Guys, I really do believe I can come up with the right words to make this work for all of us. Now I have to think about making Larry’s real birthday on Monday, December 9th the best yet. Maybe I should target Sunday instead, I’m not sure he’ll get his birthday off from work right now. I also know at one point the wives will want to be a part of the festivities. Maybe dinner out? I hope to get back to you on this soon.

Marcus

Our LARRY’S BIRTHDAY PART 1 journal continues in Chapter 58:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/12/ch-58-larrys-birthday-part-one.html