CH 58 LARRY’S BIRTHDAY PART ONE

Happy 53rd Birthday Larry! Love you! Marcus

Hi Guys!
I finally got Part One of Larry’s Birthday Weekend Get-a-Way with me done and posted for you, and as a special Christmas Present for you Larry!  My wish for all of you reading and following the two of us, a very special and loving Holiday Season. It’s been a wonderful ten months for us growing as a couple and reaching out to you guys. This week two more Nations were added to our growing Blog, now 95 Countries strong! And, we have over 80,000 Chapter reads now, plus dozens of you that write to us regularly. We are blessed and I love getting these stories about us out for you. Now on to Part One.

Larry’s 53rd birthday was on December 9th, and I tried to make it special for him, just as he did for me last June. I can’t just repeat his gift for a few reasons. One, it’s not warm and sunny outside anymore, and I don’t own a beautiful classic boat with a below deck stateroom. Two, that eye-opening nude foursome in my pool, well, that’s not going to happen even if I do have the pool heated. Our wives are through with swimming until next year. So, I have to come up with Winter-like activities for us. Kiss-off driving to Reno or Lake Tahoe in the snow, not gonna happen, too. I’m through with driving in snow and ice conditions in the mountains. Sorry, if you think I’m a wuss, I am! And, I don’t like cold, too. Double wuss!

I want this to be my gift to him with as little help from others as I can pull off. My intended gift of Marlin Fishing off Cabo San Lucas is on hold until January now, so, time to get creative. His birthday falls on a Monday, and I don’t think he’s getting it off work. Well, I don’t know for sure, there’s always the ‘call in sick’ trick though. Maybe, I can get him for all day and night on Sunday, and with a ‘sick call’, maybe a good portion of Monday, too.

Getting this idea off the ground will require permission from his wife Ellen. She may have plans herself for his birthday, so, I better contact her. And then, my brilliant idea, 💡 let’s get my wife Lisa in on this too. Maybe I can pull off a Saturday as well. Now, for just the right wording; I’m kind of good at this, take your time Marcus, you can do this! Well, today I’m being just the person I have the most fault being, a ‘fence-sitter’. I’m thinking, the girls have been gone for a week just a short while ago; maybe giving them another go at being together without us, might not fly. I’m not going to let that ‘fence sitter’ guy rule my world this time! Screw it, I’m going to go for everything I want! Ta da! Marcus is back in control!

Instead of a face-to-face meeting with the wives, I decided to text them both with what I want to do for his birthday. I‘ll use a joint text message for them; they’ll get it together and maybe they’ll text each other back to discuss their options. I told them I wanted their permission to celebrate Larry’s birthday with him the weekend before the actual day. And then, I reminded them about how they helped him make my birthday so special for me. Maybe I could take him to Pismo Beach and/or Morro Bay for the weekend, and hopefully catch some sunshine, as well.

Not waiting for their response about my birthday ideas for him, I plowed ahead and asked them to come up with a special event or place to have a dinner celebration for him later on Monday. Moreover, I’d like to pay for it, so don’t hold back on expense! Lisa was the first to text me back in a new thread and told me she thought it was such a nice buddy gesture from me. I didn’t get anything back from Ellen yet. Maybe she doesn’t even know about the text yet or is waiting to discuss it with Lisa first. Maybe talk to Larry, too. (I hope not!) I have a feeling my Lisa will be texting Ellen on her own, just to get feedback on how she feels about this.

I’m just moving forward on this plan of mine; my gut says the wives will love the idea of some alone time with each other again, or at least time away from us! My bet, they’ll spend it together, just like us. Moreover, I want them to approve of a full weekend together for Larry and me, and of course, one for them too. I’m feeling stronger by the hour that my idea will fly. As far as I’m concerned, this birthday getaway weekend will count as the first of many more weekend getaways, for all of us.

Now I have to come up with a plan to steal Larry for myself, without giving anything away. But there’s no way I can keep it a total secret; he’ll need to pack an overnight case, or suitcase, too. However, he doesn’t have to know where I’m taking him until we get on the road. I’m really excited about this. I figured on just one night but went for the whole weekend. I bet I’ll get two nights with him, too. Well, he does get two nights with me, as well! 😉 This is exactly the kind of adventure I’ve enjoyed as a younger unmarried guy. Just pack a bag and go somewhere, deal with whatever when I got there. Completely unstructured, but fucking exciting and free!

Oh, I have a new idea, and I bet it will work too. I’ll ask Ellen to pack a small suitcase with a couple of days worth of his clothes, some toiletries, whatever she thinks he’ll need. And then I’ll put it in the back of my crossover. In fact, I’ll do the same for me, so it’s done and out of sight until needed. Oh, I’m on a fucking roll here; she knows his boss very well and a lot of his co-workers, too. Maybe I can get her to request his birthday off for me, she can tell them she has a surprise trip planned for him. I bet she can pull it off for me. 

I don’t know if you noticed, I haven’t received a yay or nay from her yet letting me have him for the weekend, but I’m acting like she gave me her blessings. He’ll be gone before she realized she’s been ‘Marcus’d’ by the original one-and-only! 😜 Before I get too cocky about my ‘powers of persuasion’ though, I’m thinking now a personal phone call to Ellen might be in order. Besides, I just got this new idea that I can discuss with her.

I took a chance and called Ellen’s iPhone while she was at work; I hope this is not a stupid idea! She answered right on the first ring, cool. So, I asked her if she had a minute to talk to me about Larry’s coming birthday; she said she could for a couple of minutes only. I quickly told her about my new idea. “Ellen what do you think about me kidnapping him for the weekend? I won’t tell him what I have in mind until we are on the road for coffee.” Ellen asked, “So, he’ll only think you are going for coffee, huh?” And then I added, “Maybe we can create a scene, where I’m already in the house waiting for him to come downstairs to check on the noise you heard; and then I’ll spirit him off, right then and there?” Ellen said, “Yeah, that’ll be a cute sight; he’ll probably go downstairs without clothes on, then what?” “Well, first thing make sure he doesn’t take a hand-gun downstairs with him! Maybe you could bag up something for him to wear and stash it downstairs beforehand; I could give them to him, after he sees me. I’ll tell him everything in the car, that this was all planned ahead of time, so, there’s nothing to worry about.” 

Ellen came back with, “Markie, that sounds like something only crazy you could dream up!” “Thanks very much, I just did!” “Sweetie, in the 33 years we’ve been married, I don’t know if I’ve seen him any happier than he’s been lately. I think you really have pulled him out of his long-time funky mood.” (I should hope it was me!) And she added, “I bet he’ll love whatever you’ve planned for him. You know Markie, he was so into wanting to make your birthday very special for you; I guess it’s only right that you get to return the gesture.” “Ellen, you’re a real sweetheart; I love you! Too bad you’re married!” She laughed at me for saying that, and then admonished me to get him back early on his birthday or sooner. They will plan the rest of his birthday for us. I told her to make it as memorable for him as they did for me. Now I’m flashing back on the birthday party they threw for me at my poolside. What a fucking mind-blowing time! That’s going to be hard to top! I hope they do, though! (There were a lot of firsts that day in June!)

TIME TO FIRM UP PLANS FOR LARRY’S BIRTHDAY 

I told Lisa about the phone call I had with Ellen today; if I expect their cooperation, we should be as honest as possible about our plans. This has to be a legit and approved birthday kidnapping of my Babe, or its just going to be another sneaking around thing. No more sneaking! I told her I was very sure Ellen was on board with my plan, and I was hoping the two of them would create an awesome rest of his birthday event for him. I felt putting them in charge of something awesome, took any pressure off me to kill my weekend kidnapping idea. So far, I think it’s working well for me. Well us.

I found out from Lisa that Ellen did pack a suitcase with his jeans, shirts, socks, shoes, and underwear, too. (Has she been unaware of his regular commando habit? Maybe she doesn’t want me to know that about him! Haha, fat chance on that one.) She even packed a few toiletries for him. What a sweetheart! She’ll bring it over so I can put it in the back of my car for the trip. The plan is now 100% on and working beautifully. Since it’s a planned Saturday morning kidnap, he’s expecting to sleep in; he thinks! Ha! That’s mean, huh? He’ll get over it quickly I bet!

SATURDAY 7:30 AM KIDNAP

I quietly let myself into Larry’s house from the backyard door, far enough away from being heard from their upstairs master bedroom. I parked my ass in a chair within view of the staircase, and then knocked over a metal umbrella stand to create the needed noise to get him downstairs. All I could think about, even after I told Ellen to not let him take a gun downstairs, was I’m going to get shot! ‘Shoot first, ask questions later’, has been something I’ve heard for years from him, now it came back to me loud and clear. What the fuck was I thinking about, with this ruse?

I didn’t hear any conversation from them upstairs, but he did make a lot of noise getting ready to come downstairs to check out the noise. Maybe he thought, the imagined burglar would hightail it out of the house if he thought someone was coming downstairs. Maybe I should announce that’s it’s only me, nah, I’ll let this play out and see where it goes. It was only a matter of seconds later that I saw him coming downstairs with nothing in his hands, whew! I get to live another day!

Probably looks more like me than him, oh well.

What I did see was one fine looking naked guy coming down the staircase, his dick bobbing up and down and around on each step downwards. He hasn’t seen me yet, but it’s not dark in the house and he eventually looked in my direction and saw me. “What in the fuck are you doing sitting there?! You trying to get fucken shot?” “So, where’s the gun, holstered in your butt crack?” “Maybe!” I laughed and told him to come over and hug me, you big fucking naked hunk. He did, and said, “Why are you here?” “I’m here to kidnap you for the weekend. Your ass is mine until Monday.” 

He asked me, “Do I have to go naked or can I get dressed? Anyway, all this has made me really need to pee!” Fortunately, there’s a bathroom downstairs close by to where we were having the discussion about my imagined demise this morning. When he returned, he restated, “So, do I get dressed or what?” (I’m thinking maybe I didn’t plan this right; I could have had my babe naked. Nah, it’s cold out, if he has to be naked, I want to see his dick, not try to find it!) “No, babe I have a bag of your clothes right here for you.” So, I hand it over to him. He sat down next to me and took out his socks first, put them on and then reached into the bag, grabbed the boxers. Held them up for me and tossed them back at me. “I don’t think so!” Funny guy! The jeans, shoes, and finally his shirt was put on. He put the boxers back inside the shopping bag and said, “Ellen packed this bag, right?” “Of course!”

“Sweetbabes, how the fuck did you pull this off? Where are we going anyway?” “Babe, we’ll talk all about this in my car.” Larry thought for a minute, and said to me, “I guess I better go upstairs and pack some stuff, huh?” “Nope, that’s all done, your bags are already in my car.” “Really? You’ve been planning this for a while, huh?” “Well, not just me, I got help from the wives, too.” “Sweetbabes, you’re fucking amazing; man I’ve got so much shit to learn from you yet!” I just smiled but felt really good inside when I hear stuff like that from him. “Sweetbabes, let me run upstairs and say goodbye to Ellen; I’ll be right back.” “No problem babe, you need to thank her for helping me make this special for you.” Instead of him heading upstairs first, he headed to me for a big hug and kiss. This crazy weekend is already off to a great start.

TIME TO LEAVE FOR THE WEEKEND 

Larry was back downstairs in minutes, grabbed me for a powerful hug, a healthy grab of my left ass cheek, and said, “Let’s go and start my birthday, Sweetbabes!” We actually left his house from the front door, that was weird; that’s for company and deliveries, we use back doors, or the garage door. Once outside he asked, “Where’s your fucking car?” “Inside my garage waiting on us.” “Great! Exactly where I want it to be, let’s go.” Okay, a strange response, but it’s early and he’s fresh out of his bed.

Once we entered my garage, he said, “close the overhead door please.” I asked why, and he said, “you’ll see soon enough.” He opened the passenger side front door, backed in to sit down, and called me over to him. I was close by him anyway, so, I got right in front of him and asked, “What’s up babe?” “Come closer. This is my birthday present, right?” “Sure, part of it.” “Then, you’ll do what I ask of you, huh?” “Absolutely buddy!” “Then unzip your fly for me or let me do it. No, never mind that.” And then he took both sides of my jeans and just quickly pushed them down off my hips, exposing what he wanted. There was nothing surprising about my growing dick, just being next to him gets me hard sometimes. “Sweetbabes, the second I saw you at the bottom of the stairs this morning, I wanted to suck you dry. You up for that?” “Babe is that a rhetorical question? Because I’m always ready for whatever you want.” In the time it took to say all of this my dick was rock hard, I’m so fucking ready to be with him.

My buddy had his head in the right place!

He was massaging and bouncing my balls with both hands while sucking my dick in earnest. There’s only so much of that I can take before I’d explode my load for him. I never have to think about cumming with him now, I have learned how to give him complete control over my orgasms. The best fucking thing I ever did for myself, too! I had not factored in a morning blow job for either of us though; now I’m wondering why I didn’t. At least my buddy has his head in the right place! 😜 (Pun completely intended!) Of course, we were taking a chance Lisa might come into the garage, but I highly doubted she would. The surprise must have worked its charm on me because I was exploding and he was swallowing every drop, and then he kept sucking like I was holding out on him. What he got was me shaking from a cock that was exquisitely sensitive after I came. Whoa, whew, and I think I exhaled all the air from my lungs, that was fucking intense. Now I want him to do that again; I think I do. I think I’m dizzy. No, I’m okay.

I knew if I delayed or stalled the least bit, he’d miss out on getting his rocks off right now, too! I just said, “Switch with me; do it like, now!” I’m pretty sure he knew why there was an urgency. Between the two of us, we got his zipper opened, not good enough, so he dropped his pants for me. Now with his cock out-for-servicing, it was hard, really fucking hard and plastered to his hairy belly. I usually get to play with his spring-loaded cock when it’s like this, (that really tickles me, it’s so much fucking fun), that is, until I piss him off. (Guys, he doesn’t really get pissed off as much as annoyed with me; maybe because my dick doesn’t act that way for him, to annoy me?) So, I don’t want to do that to him this morning, but that powerful spring-loaded beast of his is fighting me and my mouth. I eventually found the right position to sit and make it cooperate and then deliver its payload. I often wonder if ‘payload’ really describes what he can produce in those heavy balls of his! Don’t think for one minute though, that my playing with him like that shortchanged or cheated him out of giving me everything he had in him, because he did. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because he’s four years younger than me, or maybe his balls work better than mine, but he can really deliver a load. Sometimes I think I’m the luckiest dude on earth. Man, I think we earned a breakfast and coffee over this activity, and maybe a recovery period for us, too.

IN MY CAR HEADED FOR FOOD AND COFFEE NOW

I told Larry, let’s go get something to eat. And, we can discuss your birthday weekend together. Oh, he’s pumped, together again without work in the way this time. “Sweetbabes, you need to know I have to go to work on my birthday, so we’ll need to be back home tomorrow.” “No, you don’t, we’re coming back Monday, on your birthday.” “Are you trying to get me fired?” “No babe, Ellen called your boss and got the day off for you so you can have this getaway weekend” “Really? But I wanted to go to work on my birthday, geesh!” I just looked at him, no, I just stared at him until he said. “Psych! I made you worry, huh? Like, I fucken want to work when I can be with you!” “Nah, I figured you were just being a cute asshole!” “Nice way to talk to the birthday boy! So, you think my asshole is cute, huh?” “Yup!” I’m so happy to have a guy to be silly and goofy with, even at our age, and get to laugh all the time. Yes, this is going to be a fun weekend, done our way!

We didn’t want to waste time dining in a restaurant this morning; we spotted a McDonald’s and used the Drive-Thru line and got some Egg and Sausage McMuffins, for ourselves. I told him I have a large thermos of Jamaican Coffee waiting on us in the backseat. That got me a, “Sweetbabes, could I love you anymore than right now?” I appreciated the sentiment but didn’t say anything back to his rhetorical question. We ate the McMuffins quickly and headed for the freeway to Sacramento. I told him about a couple of places I thought he might like to visit with me. “Babe, I was thinking about places you’ve mentioned in the past that you’ve never visited. Maybe Solvang or Pismo Beach and/or Morro Bay” “Wow, buddy that’s some serious driving for a weekend. Maybe something a little closer, huh?” I told him it’s his birthday that I’m celebrating with him, he can choose whatever he wants. But I do agree, I’d rather spend more time doing something with him than just driving with him.

“Marcus, I’m pretty sure I know what you’d really like to have happen this weekend with me; and I want to make sure that happens. You said I could do whatever I wanted, right?” And then, he told me something that made me melt even more inside. “Sweetbabes, I want you to know every time I read one of your blog posts, I learn more and more about how you feel about us. But when you are just writing about what’s in your mind, I learn the most about you. I’ve learned how much you’d love being seen with me as a couple all the time; but we’ve both had negative feelings about doing so around our home base.” “Yeah, I know, that’s a kink we need to work out some day.” “So, I want to spend every minute of the weekend proud to be seen with you, I want to hold hands with you, walk arm in arm with you, and I want to be able to kiss you and not give a shit who see us! That’s what I want to do! Oh, yeah I also want some serious fucking time, too!” “Babe, you’re going to get my eyes dripping again. Do you really want to do this?” “Dead serious ‘want to’ baby! I’ve been dreaming about this a lot lately, too!” “So, babe, where do you want to go? You want me to aim the car towards the Bay Area?” “Yeah, let’s go there!”

ON THE ROAD AGAIN

We have at least two hours to get to the San Francisco Bay Area, so, there’s time to discuss what he’d like to do. I suggested the idea of getting a hotel room first though, I don’t want to have us sleeping in my car! He was quick to agreed on that. However, I didn’t tell him I already have the weekend booked in the over 100-year-old ‘Hotel Sausalito’; Sausalito is just on the North side of the Golden Gate Bridge. I was hoping he’d like the Mediterranean feel of the bayside town, well I hope so. He agreed and suggested maybe we drive to Marin County first, and then, head down to San Francisco. He mentioned that he never rode on a Cable Car, or did much sightseeing in San Francisco, other than Fisherman’s Wharf. Looks like he’s getting the itinerary set for the weekend. I’ll be flexible and change anything that conflicts with his wishes though.

After we established his wishes for the weekend, I kind of wanted to give him my thoughts about this morning in my garage. “Babe, you really got our weekend into high gear the minute we got into my garage this morning, and I kind of feel bad that it wasn’t me initiating it instead. It’s supposed to be all about you this weekend.” “Excuse me Sweetbabes, what part of what I started, didn’t look like this weekend is all about me? I wanted your dick, and I got what I wanted.” “Well, if you look at it that way, I guess so.” “Baby, there’s no other way to look at it!” “Good, because I have a request for you.” “Oh yeah? Cool, what’s up?” 

“This morning in the garage you really caught me off guard.” “Exactly what I had in mind!” “Yeah, I guess so, but you did something we rarely do; you didn’t stop after I came for you. Maybe you saw how my body was reacting, huh?” “You call that reacting, huh? Even your ass cheeks were shaking. I’m surprised I didn’t cum from just watching you!” “Oh, you came soon enough for me!” Since we are on the subject area, I had in mind to talk to him about; I just went for it.

“Babe, I have a request, even though it’s your time this weekend.” “Our time, baby; that’s what I want most of all.” “You’re a fucking sweetheart; you know that? Don’t answer; you just are! When we are in our room, sometime this weekend, I’d love if you’d try to jack me off, and like this morning, don’t stop until I use an agreed upon ‘safe word’. I’ve tried to continue stroking myself after I’ve come, only to stop because I get so sensitive. This morning you got me to a place I want to reach again. Is that something you would do for me?” “Sweetbabes, I’m ready to do that for you right now!” “Not while I’m driving!” “Okay, pull over!” “No, it’s got to be in our room, it’s the rule!” “Who’s fucking rule?” “My fucking rule, besides you have to be naked when you do it, too!” “Okay, I like that part of the rule! What’s the safe word?” “RED!”

Instant replay of last March? Not really

“Great, but I don’t know if I can shoot a second load as good as you can; if you can remember that day a little while ago?” “Sweetbabes, I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t hold back from cumming, I’ll never forget that day.” “Well I hope you remember how good it turned out, not how embarrassing it could have been. I was kind of hoping maybe we could have a rerun, only this time it would be me cumming all over your hairy chest, and then I’d get to clean you up.” “Sweetbabes, I don’t know about you right now, but my dick is straining against my jeans for more room.” “Well, it seems like we had a solution for that back in March, if you recall!” “I know, but there are cars all around us this time.” “Baby, you’re the engineer, I’m sure you can come up with a proper solution.” “I might be the best engineer in the car right now, but I must have slept through the lecture on that!” We started laughing at and during our conversation on straining hard-ons. “Babe, you are fucking funny. I love you so fucking much!” “Ditto Markie!” “On no you don’t, only Ellen gets to call me Markie!” “Okay then, ditto asshole!” “Yes, that’s more like it!” 

“Sweetbabes, the backseats fold down, right?” “Yes.”  “And you have black-tinted windows, right? “Yup” “Then find a spot to pull over; because one of us needs to fuck right now!” I just started laughing at the absurdity and he did, too; I’m thinking how lucky we are. I’ve never in my life found anyone who made me laugh as much as he does, especially over silly stuff. I know he feels the same about me. Yeah, so fucking lucky to have horny and funny at the same time.

SOMETHING UNEXPECTED FROM LARRY

After a short and quiet spell while still driving, my babe said some things I never expected to hear. “Sweetbabes, I want to talk a little about the journal blog you write, okay?” Oh oh, I’m thinking what’s up, what the fuck did I write that he doesn’t like. Maybe this is one of those moments in my life that the glass is half empty? Oh well, I’m sure I can apologize or pull the story. Maybe I should let him talk first though.

“Marc, don’t worry, it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now. Remember back when I first got to read some of your chapters in Big Sur, that I was confused about who this ‘Larry guy’ was? And then I figured out it was supposed to be me. I was so glad you didn’t use my real name because, well just because. The stuff you wrote about us was fucking embarrassing.  I’d never tell anyone about what we were doing together, maybe not even now.” “I’m sorry babe, I thought we were on the same page about the journal now.” “Oh yeah! Hell, you make me out to be a lot sexier than I think I am, keep it up. Ha ha, I said ‘keep it up’, I’m funny just like you.” “Babe, you’re a lot funnier than you think, you always get me laughing.”

‘Yeah, maybe I do. But I want to talk about the ‘Larry’ name. Why did you pick that name for me?” “That’s easy babe, he was my very first best friend. I was just five-years old when we met, and we remained friends until we moved away when I turned eleven-years old.” “It’s nice that you remember him that way. But that’s not what I want to tell you though. I know the reason why you are using your real middle name in the journal, and it’s really cool I get to know something about you, no one else knows; okay, okay, except for the gazillion of our followers that do. I’m about as bad as you getting to the point I guess, that’ll teach me to read the journal!” “That’s okay babe, it’s not often that I hear you ramble on, makes me feel more normal.” 😀

“I guess! Anyway, I don’t have a real middle name, at least I don’t think I have one. I want to make ‘Larry’ my middle name, and I want to make it legal, too.” “You’re kidding, right? Babe is that something you really want to do?” “Sweetbabes, I couldn’t be more serious about this. I feel you have fallen in love with me as ‘Larry’ and maybe I have fallen some for him, too. The only thing Sweetbabes, you really are ‘Marcus’; you and the guys reading know me as ‘Larry’, which is not my real name. Besides, you said one day you’ll drop your first name and always be known as Marcus; the guy who loves his Larry so much.” “Yeah, I really want to do that; I like being Marcus, he’s gets to be more real and truthful than I have been my whole life.” “Yeah! I understand you completely, that’s exactly why I want to become Larry when that day comes for us. I like reading about him through your eyes. When I’m with you, I really am Larry now; the guy I should have always been. That’s why I want my middle name to be Larry; and I can be just like you.”

“Baby, I’m blown away, per usual with you. Now I’m thinking, how will I write about it for the guys?”  “Here’s a scoop Marc; tell them just like I told you. I want to be the guy you write about; I like him a lot better than me away from you. And, I give you permission to tell the world I love you enough to change my name for you. Maybe, you can write in the journal that you don’t really call be Larry, you just write that. I want you to start calling me Larry when we are alone together; I want to try it on for size before I change it for real. Do you think I can just be Larry, or do I have to pick Lawrence to be legal?” “Good question babe, I haven’t a clue, maybe ‘Google’ knows.” 

Well guys, this was how I decided to tell you about my babe’s big idea. What I didn’t include was how emotional that was for both of us. So, I’m telling you that here; there was a lot of choking up from both of us at the time. I just didn’t know how to write the emotion into the story without screwing it up in the process. In fact, it’s taken quite a while before I could write this without tearing up and getting all bleary-eyed. I think ‘Marcus’ is very influential when it comes to Larry discovering his emotions. To quote a candy company’s commercial, ‘Sorry, Not Sorry!’ We have our differences, but we are together where it counts the most.

PICKING WHERE WE WILL STAY TONIGHT

“Babe where where would you like to spend the night?” “Easy, in your arms.” “Aw, such a romantic you are! I’ll be happy to hold you in my arms forever; would you like me to hold you in my arms in Sausalito?”  “Oh, Sausalito huh? I haven’t been there since I was a kid. Good, let’s go there.” “Good idea, we can find some things to do there.” My babe, now in a really good playful mood said, “I’ve got plenty of things in mind to do, and we don’t need to leave the room, too!” “Babe, you are so fucking funny, got to love you!” “Oh no, I’m not being funny, I’m being fucking serious Sweetbabes!” “Okay, it’s your birthday and I’m going to make sure it’s memorable, and I’ll try not to laugh.” “Can we get room service too?” “Depends where we go, I guess. So, no sightseeing, holding hands?” “How about I hold your dick instead?” “You really are fucking horny today!” “What part about pull over and let’s fuck was confusing?” “Stop that you are giving me a painful hard-on, you turd” “Good, I know what to do with that!” So, help me guys, I’m having as much fun writing about this as I did hearing it, oh yeah, you might as well know, I have the boner to go with writing it now, too!”

Hotel Sausalito across from a park and the Bay

We finally got to Sausalito, but what he doesn’t know yet, and maybe not until he reads it with you in the journal. I booked a small suite for the weekend, fortunately for me, there was a cancellation and the hotel called me back to see if I wanted to book the room. You bet I did! I hope my babe likes my choice of room, the hotel is over 100 years-old and they call it a ‘boutique hotel’ whatever the fuck that means. I read in Yelp, the TV is computer monitor size, good, I want to only look at my guys naked body this weekend, not the TV! I hope he feels the same! That’s kind of stupid of me to write; he’s always 110 percent hornier than me. Lucky me!

ONCE INSIDE THE ROOM

Our small suite at the hotel 

The couple hour ride took its toll on my best friend and new love of my life, because once that hotel room door was locked, he made no waste of time getting his shoes kicked off, jeans dropped, mostly buttoned shirt off over his head, and was as naked as a Jaybird. A really beautiful naked blue-eyed Jaybird! I don’t think he ever had his eyes off of me in the process, too. His eyes directed me as to what he expected of me to do, first ditch the shoes, and my shirt, but my jeans he wanted to do that himself. As he did this morning, they got pushed down to my feet in one swift move; (maybe I need to get some hips), he allowed me to kick them away though.

It’s nice to be desired, and he’s next!

When it comes to getting it on between us, we’re very fair-minded. There’s no standard rule about who does what, or first. But today I’m watching someone who needs me really bad, I don’t want him to explode waiting for me, though. “Marc baby, do I need a condom?” “Not if you don’t want to; I took care of business before I went to pick you up.” “Fucking awesome, come sit on the edge of the bed.” At least I know who’s receiving now; but he better believe he’s getting to be fucken next! He told me to lay back and spread my legs wide for him. I can do that, it’s the least I can do, huh? Then he asked me to raise my legs and rest my ankles on his broad shoulders. He asked me to do it but was quick to help me get into position, too. He put his powerful arms around my thighs to grab on to them and then, pulled me closer to the edge of the bed to raise my ass up into a more reachable position for him. I’ve never been manhandled like that ever; it was a trip! I had the lube near me and asked him to use it please, no more sore assholes please!

I don’t know who was more ready for this moment, him or me; I do know my ass was ready for him though. This is a new position for me, I know he must be feeling the difference too. “Babe, did you grow a bigger dick overnight? Man, you are pretty deep in me!” “Sweetbabes, you feel incredible; are you okay like this?” “It’s different, yeah, I’m okay.” Now I’m thinking, how about I try that with him next and we can talk about it later. That was a fleeting thought, because he has complete control over me, and I’m in heaven. I must have been moaning a bit or sounding like I was about to cum because he said, “Sweetbabes, please don’t cum on me; I don’t know how much longer I can hold on myself. I want you to fuck me too!” “Oh, don’t you worry baby, your ass is mine, and you’ll feel me deep inside you too!”

Larry was right about how much longer he had with me, very little time before he came in waves. I have no idea what I’ll have to deal with until my ass gets back down on the bed again. He helped me get my legs off him and onto the bed. And then, he got on top of me and rolled me back to the middle of the bed with him still in total control. We rolled around while deeply kissing each other. I think he was still in some kind of orgasmic world, the kissing said it all, he’s still in charge. Good, what a treat for both of us. He got up from the bed and told me, “Sweetbabes, I never got a shower this morning or got myself ready for you. Do you mind using a condom?” “No, I don’t mind, but you do realize I packed everything we both will ever need. I hope you didn’t think your ass was going to be ignored this trip!” “You are fucking awesome buddy; this birthday is off to a fine start! May I have all the stuff you brought for us? I’ll come back to you in a few minutes; don’t go anywhere!” I just laughed at the comment.

Within a few minutes he came out from the bathroom and asked me, “Do you want to take a shower with me?” “Do I want to take a shower with you? When is it that ‘no’ would be the correct answer?” Larry grabbed my arm by the bicep to pull me up to my feet, and said, “Everything we need is in the bathroom now, my ass has been waiting on a date with your cock for a while now!”

WHEN IS SHOWER TIME NOT FUN?

Just in case you wondered about us in the shower

It wasn’t the best shower stall we’ve used by a long shot, but how much room do you think we really need anyway. I thought about giving him the fuck he wanted in the shower, but I really want to give him a chance to experience what he did with me just moments ago. So, I went down on him totally forgetting how much my knees are going to scream at me in that position. But I am not going to let my knee pain screw up his birthday, no sir. It took like 30 seconds and my sweet babe stopped me and said we can find a better way to do this. And then he added, “Marc, we are going to have a serious talk this weekend about getting those fucking knees of yours fixed! Trust me on that!” I shut his pie hole by shoving my tongue deeply into his mouth. But he just came back with, “So, you thought that was going to shut me up huh?” What could I do except repeat my action. Hell, I was having way too much fun doing it, too! Ha ha.

This time we stripped the bed of the bedspread and top sheet; we were so fucking horny when we got into our room that we didn’t bother to do that when I was on the receiving end. “Babe, I’m going to do my best and give you what you just gave me. So, get into position. How’s that for romantic?” He knows I’m joking, and then I added, “Remember how I thought your dick grew a couple of inches? Now you will feel even more inches from me!” (Big talk from a horny guy about to fuck his best buddy, huh? Who knows, maybe he’ll buy it! Yup, that’s going to happen. Hey, at least I’m trying to sound sexy.) 

Larry gets an appetizer or maybe I’m getting it

Well, I didn’t have to tell him much; he invented the position and routine for us today. Hey, I was looking forward to the wrapping of my arms around the outside of his thighs and pulling him up to the right position. I never did anything like that with him or anyone else before; and I guess I’m a lot stronger than I give myself credit for, too. Once his legs were in position on my shoulders, a lot like he had me minutes ago. My hands were free to do what they wanted to do; what they wanted was right in front of my face. Two delicious heavy balls looked like they wanted a warm moist place to visit, I just had to help myself to them. Well, that was a surprise he didn’t expect! Those two hands of mine were being useless once again, so they found his main play toy. I thought, you know I bet a warm and moist place might make it as happy as his balls seemed to be. It was just a little appetizer I had in mind for the main event. But before my dick found his warm parking spot, I had in mind for it, I got to play ‘snap-the-dick-to-belly’ game. Only this time I stopped before he used his free hands on me! 

I guess you get the idea.

(Babe, I am sorry that annoys you so much; I have so much fun doing that to you. That really doesn’t hurt you, right? You do realize I get to see the bottom side of your dick when I do that, you know the side that makes you look like you have a nine-inch horse-cock. I hope that makes you feel better! Maybe? It really does look longer that way.)

With my appetizer event over, and the way my rock-hard erection points, I didn’t need to manhandle his ass very much as he did with mine. Hey, I enjoyed every second I had getting him into position though. After the shower and getting ready for me, lube was definitely needed. No problem, it’s still on the bed within his reach. Somehow, since I’m in the playful ‘snap-the-dick’ mood, I can keep it going with the ‘drip-the-lube-in-hole’ routine. I fingered my target a bit to relax it some and then dribbled the lube slowly as it opened some for me. It closed up on me when it felt the lube though, so I was back to fingering and dribbling. I figured he already came for me, maybe I can get him off again. This is stuff I’ve never done with him before, and judging his vocalizations, I’m on the right track!

Maybe you'd like a peep show from me?

I’m standing up, not a threat for my knees, and his ass and my dick are inline perfectly, what else could I do? I slowly pushed my way inside. But I was a little off on my position to really get deeply inside, so I used my ‘powerful biceps’ to reposition his ass. (Did you notice I gave myself credit for being strong. However, it’s more fun letting you believe that he’s the strong guy between us. Okay, so I have some muscles, too, I worked to get them!) Anyway, this time I had it right, because I heard, “Holy shit, when did you get that huge?” I laughed, making him almost snicker, and said, “Fucken awesome, huh?” And I just kept going like that bunny in the commercials. However, I found my mind wandering which is an old habit to keep from cumming too soon. I’m having a great time, my dick is having a great time, and I believe my Babe is having a great time; his ass, I don’t know for sure. I’m in pretty deep, I think. See what I mean, I’m thinking too much, I’ll never cum that way. I have too many years of practice doing that. So, I asked him for help. Start telling me how he feels or what he thinks will get him back in control of me cumming for him. Squeezing his sphincter by releasing and repeating was what I needed along with his two hands tweaking my two nipples. I do love running my hands over his hairy body, something he loves. I had two very curly-haired thighs to run my fingers through. That was enough and I couldn’t hold back any more. I was kind of surprised at how well I did, he had his way with my dick early this morning, and I really gave him what he wanted in Aces. He really has rejuvenated me; I’m a 57-year-old and sometimes I perform like a guy in his 30’s. I’m so fucking lucky to have that chance again.

We repeated the bed rolling thing after I came for him. This time the embrace was with two guys who have helped each other to orgasm and needed to merge into one body. I don’t know which one of us were squeezing harder though. We eventually got into kissing and just didn’t want to stop. When we did, we laid side-by-side on our backs just staring at the ceiling. We started giggling which led to laughing, which led to soft “I love you’s” I think we laid there until one of our stomachs started to growl, which prompted loud laughter. It’s a good thing neither one of us farted. I can’t imagine how loud the laughter would have been.

Nothing like a growling stomach to get the next response, this time it was the birthday boy. “Are you hungry, I’m fucking starving! The first and last thing I ate was that dinky Sausage and Egg McMuffin, hours ago!” “Yeah, babe it’s time to eat. We need more fuel for tonight! There’s a restaurant right downstairs next to the hotel. Let’s get dressed to go.”

OUT FOR FOOD

Cafe Tutti downstairs from our room

We put our jeans and shirts back on, no plans on being at any place fancy eating place. A sandwich will be good enough for me, a little more fuel might be needed for my buddy though. The fun-life started after the door to our room was closed behind us. Larry set out to make good on his plan of being a visible couple with me. A quick hug and kiss was given to me outside our room door, with no concern if we got caught. Well, we didn’t because there was no one around us, but that didn’t stop him from putting his arm around my back holding my waist tightly. So, I did the same to him; because he’s a bit shorter than me, he rested his head on my shoulder once in a while as well. So, we walked outside together. I think he was as nervous as me; we may get reactions we might not like; we’ll just have to deal with it when and if it happens. As we left the building, we dropped the arm in arm for holding hands. That seemed appropriate and acceptable for us as we entered the restaurant next door.

AFTER WE ATE, A WALK WAS NEEDED

There's the Boardwalk, we walked all the way to the end

We decided to walk off our meal by heading to the shoreline boardwalk and taking in the sights, some of which were scenes of San Francisco in the distance. We held hands often and didn’t try to hide that from anyone.  I noticed a lot of nice smiles, too, as we were walking together. We sometimes were holding hands, other times arm and arm; but my favorite was my arm over his shoulder. I let my index finger play with his beard near his right ear. His curly beard hair is fun to mindlessly twirl. I stayed away from his longish curly hair on his head though, I don’t want him to cut it short yet. I know he will if I mess around with it too much. I don’t blame him for cutting it short during the hot months though; I’d do the same if it was my hair.

We stopped at a ‘Kodak Moment Spot’ to soak in the views, rest and chat for a while. However, the look on Larry’s face suggested he had something in mind to discuss with me, and I was right.  “Sweetbabes, would you mind it very much if we just stayed here for the weekend? I know I talked about going to San Francisco, but I’m having such a good time with you right now; I don’t want it to end.” “Babe, it’s your birthday, I want you to be happy and have great memories of us together to take back home.” “I don’t know what you planned for us this weekend Marc; I hope I’m not spoiling your plans.” “Sweetheart, my plan was simple, let you have the time of your life. I was seriously convinced you had that in mind this morning in my garage.” “I’m sorry Sweetbabes, I was missing that part of us so badly.” Now I’m sorry for laughing, I wasn’t being insensitive, but the thought of, ‘I’m sorry’ and getting the life sucked out of my dick, just tickled me funny. “Buddy, any time you feel the need to suck the life out of my dick, don’t be sorry; text me immediately!” He got the joke finally and laughed it off with me.

When we were back to walking again, I just put my arm around his waist and drew him a bit closer to me. That act of affection wasn’t missed because in a few seconds his arm was around my back, too. And we didn’t care if anyone liked it or not. We liked it, that’s all that mattered. (I think you guys have our back here, right?)

You can see San Francisco on the horizon

Along the rocky shore path back to the hotel, I told him I bet he couldn’t guess what I was thinking about right now. That was an easy bet to lose, he knew exactly what I was thinking, and wanted to know if I’d like to get back to that business, when we got back to our room. I told him yes, but only if he’d continue to hold onto me or my hand all the way back. And then I pushed it a bit further by asking for an occasional kiss, too. Man, ask and get now-a-days! It just surprises me he is so willing to show his affection for me in public. Another one of those warm fuzzies from him I love so much!

In one of his playful moods, Larry posed the question, “What will happen if I don’t want to follow your requests?” I told him I would feel depressed and unloved! He came back with, “What if I did this instead?” He goosed me right there on the path, and not a light butt tap, too! He had two boney fingers almost into my asshole and made me jump forward some. I don’t think he ever checked to see if anyone was watching us at all. Now that was very unexpected in public place; but we’ve often horsed around like that in private. I guess holding hands while walking is well past our current situation. He just looked at me with that devilish smile of his, suggesting I could have more if I wanted. Of course, I do, it might be his birthday, but I get to celebrate it with him and get some action for myself, too. If you remember, back in June he got his share of the action and more, on the birthday celebration that he threw for me. He set the fucking bar really high for me!

BACK IN OUR ROOM

How could you not love our Dad Bods?

Before we headed up to our room, we purchased some bottled water, a few sweet desserts from ‘Café Tutti’ downstairs and sequestered ourselves until the morning. We had just taken a long walk, got to talk as lovers, and had a perfect time together. I wonder if you are counting with us, but our almost 53-year-old is planning on a round-three with me soon. My mind wandered off to the fact that I’m only four years older than him; maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll survive a round-three, too. Well, if a boner manages to pop up for me, I’m not going to waste it. However, I’m betting on a pretty dry run for me. Now I’m thinking is there anything I won’t write about for you guys? Who talks about fucking dry runs any way? Oh, I know that one! 

Okay, this is a good spot to stop writing for today; there’s a lot more to write about though. However, now I’m wondering if you’re wondering how much life is still left in Marcus’ 57-year-old cock anyway? Maybe you should come back and read about what a ‘stud’ I am. We all know the birthday youngster is a super-stud, place no money on him. The odds are more interesting on little old me. Spoiler alert, 🚨 since I’m writing this after the fact, I did survive the weekend; but how well? Did I set a new record for myself? Did Larry set any new records? See you in Chapter 59 where I tell all again.

Marcus

We want to wish you guys a very Merry Christmas, or other Holiday you may be celebrating. I hope to get Part Two finished in time before New Years, too. I think you'll like how the weekend turned out for us, I know we did, but that's a given anyway!

Our LARRY’S BIRTHDAY PART 2 journal continues in Chapter 59:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/01/ch-59-larrys-birthday-part-two.html