CH 59 LARRY'S BIRTHDAY PART TWO

I told you Larry has an awesome hairy chest? You think he knows it? 

Hi Guys!
I promised I'd share some love stories from our dedicated followers starting in the new year. Sam and Johnny have emailed me for some time now about our journal. Sam send a nice email that I asked permission to share with you. So, you can find it in the Pages Section. If you'd like to share your story here with us, I'll try to get it published in the Pages Section for you as well. 
Anyway, Happy New Year Guys! And, Part Two of Larry's Birthday Follows.

Part Two of Larry's Birthday with me
We are still out celebrating Larry’s 53rd Birthday in Sausalito, CA. Today is Sunday, the 8th of December and we have the whole day and night to enjoy each other’s company. We will head back home on Monday, his actual birthday. It will be a sad day for me, and probably him, too. As you know by now, we really do enjoy being around each other, and that doesn’t mean just in bed.

Last night, Saturday night, was the first night together for us since the wives were in Santa Barbara. It probably seems like we are together all the time when reading the journal, but there are big gaps of time away from each other, instead. It does take considerable time for me to write, edit, and post them for you

Site of possible three-peat
Well, it’s back to bed as I mentioned; that came with the challenge of a possible three-peat for both of us. Ha ha, yeah! Enough said! However, it’s not that we didn’t have a great time messing around though! In fact, we didn’t hit the bed right off, we had drinks and desserts to finish first. And we had a nice couch to sit on while we enjoyed being together. In fact, we each sat at opposite ends of the couch, backs nestled in the end corners leaving our legs and feet available for each other. I was the first to ask him to let me massage his feet. That was something new for me to do, and it was very evident someone whom I love was in ‘Seventh Heaven’ during the massage. I was careful not to tickle or hurt him.

Again, new stuff for us
I had my feet nestled in his crotch; again, new stuff. I had his dick between my two feet just messing around with his growing tuber. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, trying to be creative and not get clobbered for doing it, too. Since it wasn’t long before he took my right foot in hand to massage it, too. I figure maybe I crossed the line somewhat, perhaps it grossed him out having my feet where they didn’t belong. But he never spoke a word about it to me. However, he knows how to massage feet, and now I’m trying to copy his movements, too. I’m not too old to learn!

All that foot massaging ended up with us talking again. You know, like stuff we may not have told each other yet. I don’t know guys; Larry and I have an eight-year history now. And, in the last ten months, the floodgates have been mostly cranked wide open. We are still sitting on stuff we haven’t put into conversation yet; slowly, we’re getting there. Sometimes, it’s revelations that get into play, sometimes, it’s deep secrets we are starting to give up to each other. Maybe, that’s what you guys have done, too.  Today Larry shared something he hasn’t talked about to me yet.

“Sweetbabes, you wanna know something?” “What’s that babe?” “You’ll probably think it’s silly; but the other day, after my shower and before I started to shave around my beard, I was standing in front of the foggy mirror as it started to clear. I was staring at myself trying to imagine what you see when looking at me. I was trying to base it upon what I see in you that I like.” Larry always reverts to not liking how hairy he is; I understand that from a whole different perspective. I’m sorry Larry, it’s not fair to yourself, to feel that way. That darling wife of 33 years, Ellen, hasn’t helped either, she’s probably the most responsible for how he feels, too. I’ve never asked him if he ever shaved his whole body for her before; but I don’t think I want to know, as well. 

Maybe there's a mirror?
Larry was continuing with his thoughts. “Marc, I try hard; harder than you know to get over this thing. I’m not really there totally yet, but for the first time I just stood there, staring into the mirror. I ran my hands all over my chest and body, thinking I was you.” “Really, then what did I do?” “You, asshole, didn’t do anything, I did it, and I liked what I was seeing in the mirror! I think for the first time, I stopped looking away from my reflection, as I usually do. I think maybe what I saw was what you see in me for the very first time!” 

I had to tell him, “Sweetheart, baby, that’s quite a breakthrough story. I hope that it’s me that is helping you to get there!” “Do you really want me to answer that buddy? Who else cares so much about me?” “Oo, I know that one!” 😜

I asked him, “Do you want to hear about my story?” “No, not really, it’s my birthday party, you know.” “Now who’s being the asshole?” “To quote someone in the room, ‘Oo, I know that one!’” And then while laughing, he added, “of course I want to hear it.” I reminded him of my family heritage with a Sicilian dad and Neapolitan mom. I take after my mom’s side of the family, not my dad’s side. I added, “Maybe why I like being tan is my way of trying to look more like my dad. I always heard he had olive-toned skin, I don’t know why, he wasn’t green! You have to know I’m as white under my great tan as you my naked white Dutchman!” “Marc, before you ramble on much more, where’s the story here?” 

“You know I like to embellish my stories! Anyway, my dad and his brothers were curly-haired, a lot like you, only dark brown in color. I went through my teen years, without getting hairy like them. Hell, my sister had to shave her hairy legs all the time, but then she took after my dad’s side.” “Sweetbabes, I think I’m getting your visuals; not sure what to do with them yet.” “Okay, birthday boy, who’s telling the story here?” “Anyway, I was embarrassed that I barely had hairy legs or arms, I thought there was something wrong with me. Finally, when I my chest hair grew, I was happy but unless I was shirtless no one knew.” Larry interrupted again, “Is that why you are naked all the time?” I could only laugh, maybe he’s uncovered a truth about me. “Maybe, baby, maybe.”
  
Larry said, “So you’re attracted to me because I have what you wanted for yourself?” “It could be babe; and maybe you are attracted to me because I have what you wanted for yourself, too.” “We can agree then, that we compliment each other?” “Agreed and Seconded, now ‘can we fuck’?” “That’s a good question; I’m pretty sure you ‘can’ fuck, but yes, you ‘may’ fuck me if you want! ‘May’ I fuck you, too?” “Okay Marc, you’re going to be a jerk until I get ‘can and may’ figured out, huh?” “No, I’m just recalling my problem with an old English Teacher I had in high school. I was way worse than you’ll ever be!”

OFF TO BED WE GO
We talked a lot longer than what you may be thinking from the dialog above. I can’t write about every little thing said, but I try to pick stuff that gives you some insight to what kind of guys we are. It was late, but who gives a fuck? We’re together, having a great time. Hell, I have a great time just being with him, everything else is fucking bonus! A trip to the toilet for both of us before bed; that should keep the 3:00am pee trip from happening. Maybe. My age I guess, gave me first to pee privileges, which I was happy to use. If I think I have to go pee, it’s go pee, now! I bet a few of you guys reading are familiar with that, huh.

If you remember about our sleeping habits, I’m on the left-side sleeper, he’s on the right-side sleeper. We were lucky that worked out for us. But tonight, I suggested maybe we reverse that. Larry asked why, I figured he would, Mr. Conservative why screw with something not broken. I didn’t think it would be a problem anyway, but since he asked, I thought about making a joke, but didn’t. I did tell him I usually fall asleep facing away from him since I sleep on my left-side, but if we switch, I could face him that way. And then he reminded me, he sleeps on his left-side too, now he won’t be facing me. Oh oh, here I am screwing with what’s not broken!

You know what, I did get to sleep on his side of the bed that night, and if you caught it at top of the chapter, the three-peat wasn’t gonna happen for these two tired gents. But I got to spoon him while we both fell asleep on our left-sides. Besides, all of his ‘fun to play with stuff’ was within reach of my greedy fingertips. However, I do remember my babe asking to be touched more often; and, in places usually ignored. No problem for me, everything on him is like a trip to the ‘hunky man candy store!’ He’s gonna get touched!

Now all we have to do is wait for the morning to see if our horns are back in business again. Can’t call it a three-peat though, it must start all over again. Drat, but we have all day Sunday to try again!

IT’S SUNDAY MORNING, TIME TO GET OUR ASSES OUT OF BED
One of the nice things about this time of year, darker mornings, especially if you want to stay in bed longer. For Larry it was already later than he gets up for work, but I guess our workouts can be tiring. But before you think I was up and looking at him in bed with me, it was the other way around. No question my morning wood was in effect this morning, and I bet there was too much temptation staring him in the face. Because, I woke up with my dick being stroked softly by him. I managed to say, “Good morning birthday boy! Whatcha plan on doing with my dick?” “Everything I can imagine to come up with.” “But it’s supposed to be your birthday, not mine.” “Trust me Sweetbabes, I’m getting every present I can today.” 

I told him I better go pee before I need to in the middle of his present opening. He was agreeable with that, and never let go of my dick while I was trying to get up, too. And then, he dragged me to the bathroom by you know what. We kind of perfected that at my place recently. Haha, this gets better. “Well, are you going to hold my dick while I go pee?” “Yup, I’ll be right behind you; you can tell me when to shake it, too.” Have you ever tried to pee and laugh at the same time? You don’t need to answer that, don’t try, it’s hard to keep the stream steady. I think we should have used the shower stall instead. Don’t worry, we cleaned it up before leaving the room. I suspect you are visualizing the trip back to bed for us, if you thought it looked like the trip to the bathroom, bingo! 
I got back in bed, and he did too. “Hey babe, you don’t need to pee?” “Nope, went long ago. I’ve been laying here watching you and waiting to see your dick grow some wood.” “Really, I thought that was my thing, except for watching the growing dick thing. You always have a boner when I wake up and look over to your beautiful body.” “Am I supposed to be sorry for having a ready boner for you in the morning?” “Haha, fuck no! Besides, I’m only kidding, I’ve seen you in all sizes. Well then, what’s the plan for my dick this morning?” “Remember your request yesterday to me?” “Uh huh, you bet, you going to do it now?” “Maybe.” I know him, that doesn’t mean he will right now, you have to know it’s going to be when I least expect it; fuck, I’d do the same to him. What I did get was a nice blow job, gentle and not designed for anyone to cum. I can hear the gears turning in his head, he’s going to spring that hand job on me, and make me wonder where and when all day and night. 

Before you think I was a slacker this morning; maybe I was a little. But you can’t keep me away from his dick for very long, anymore. We’ve had a lot of downtime to make up for in our eight-year-long history. Ten months ago, I got to see him naked for the first time ever. Well, that goes for him, too. 

“Sweetbabes, you know what I want to do?” “Fuck me?” “Of course! But can we hold off that for a while?” “Sweetheart, it’s your birthday weekend, you can do whatever the fuck you want to do. You want my ass, it’s yours, anytime you want it.” “Can we go eat first? Don’t you dare say anything about my use of the word ‘can’, too!” “You do know there’s a nice protein shake in my cum; I’m just saying.” “Well maybe, but I bet you’ll get more protein from me any day!” “You do know, if you keep this line of talk up, you’ll need to wait much longer before you eat! Look at what you’re doing to my dick already!” “Yeah, I know, if that swollen dick head of yours gets any larger, it’s going to burst wide open! I’m sorry, I have a good reason to hold off for a while.” “Would you like to share it with me?” “Not if I can help it.”

“Let’s skip our showers until later, okay? I really need my coffee and something to eat.” “Not a problem babe, let’s get into some clothes and go down to ‘Café Tutti’ for breakfast.” I think he was dressed before I found my socks, so I hurried up. “What’s wrong babe? I’ve never seen you like this.” “I don’t know Marc; I need some food, I guess. I can’t think beyond that for now. We didn’t have much to eat yesterday, maybe I’m just really hungry.” I’m kind of worried about him, I hope the food works. I’m concerned maybe the coffee might not be the best for him right now, too. Maybe his blood sugar is off or something. Well, you can imagine we didn’t waste any time getting downstairs. The restaurant was busy, but they had a table for us. Larry didn’t order a lot of food, but he chose better than normal stuff to eat. I’ve got my eye on him without making him self conscious or nervous. If this doesn’t get better, I’ll take over; I’ll always have his back.

BREAKFAST WAS ORDERED
Larry was very conservative with his order, two over-easy eggs, two bacon and toast. Nothing that was on the menu choice, but they were kind enough to accommodate his stomach for him. I suggested orange juice instead of coffee until he felt better. What a sad puppy dog face I got from him when OJ was suggested instead of coffee. I didn’t say he couldn’t have coffee, but maybe the stimulant wasn’t the best for him right now. Once Larry gave his order, he looked at me and said, “You’re such a good mommy.” That alone said he’s already feeling better.

Whatever was bothering him passed quickly; he was back ordering coffee and wanting to see the menu again. I guess it was nothing important, but I’ll keep an eye on him all day. Not a hard job for me. Larry consumes a lot of calories every day, he’s got that kind of metabolism that handles the calories without gaining weight. Me on the other hand, if I ate like him, I’d balloon up in weight. I’m always watching what I eat, talk about unfair, huh? I mentioned in another chapter that I lost 10 pounds, and I wasn’t even aware of it happening. The only real exercise has been what the two of us are doing together lately. But I quit the snacking and wine; I’m into just filtered refrigerator water. Maybe it’s not the sex, after all. Maybe we can all agree it was the sex, sex is a good way o lose weight!  We should make that a Mantra.

BACK TO OUR ROOM FOR YOU KNOW
How are you feeling babe? I’m fine, I guess I just needed some food, I don’t know.” “Well if it continues, promise me you’ll check with your doctor, okay? I can’t imagine what life will be like without you; I don’t want to imagine.” “Don’t worry Sweetbabes, ‘I’m strong like bull!’” 

“So Sweetbabes, where were we before I got hungry? Oh, I remember, I had that beautiful cock of yours in my mouth; how could I forget?” “Babe, we can hold off getting back in bed for a while, maybe a little fresh air will be good for you.” “Marc, now you’re making me feel bad.” “No, no don’t feel that way, I’m just concerned for you.” “Don’t worry about me baby, I’m much better; besides I’m getting fucking horny again. Really, I am back at full throttle; I might rip those fucking jeans right off your fucken ass!” “Now you sound like my Larry, the ‘New and Improved’ Larry!  Haha!”

I feel a lot better now that he’s talking like that. You can measure how horny he is by the amount of ‘fucks’ that get into his language. He was such a ‘sweet ‘n innocent’ guy when we began our friendship. Yeah, don’t buy that, he admitted to a pretty ‘badass’ part of his life in his 20’s. I think he thought I was the conservative sweet innocent guy between us, and was sparing my sensibilities. Even when I let go with some of my street language with him back then, he did tell me I used a lot of ‘F’ Words when we talked. Man, he couldn’t even say the word ‘fuck’, just ‘F’ word; he should have really heard me as I am, I was holding back for him. I have to be such a ‘goody-two-shoes-guy’ at work, it just feels great hanging with a guy, talking like the burly men that we are. I probably ruined him for life! Now he’s just as bad as me. Good!

“Hey Sweetbabes, do I get to see that sweet cock of yours or what?” That’s my clue, I kicked my shoes off, and did what he’s been doing to me, just push my jeans down off my, I guess ‘non-existence hips’ to the floor; I kicked them away, too. “How about the shirt, do you need a hairy chest to play with?” I didn’t wait for him to stop laughing, and pulled that off, too. Anyway, there I am, naked as a Jaybird except for my socks. I’m an almost perfectly naked Jaybird for him; the fucking socks can stay on. And, he’s laughing hard at me; and I’m happy for him, well me, too! My babe is back big time!

(Guys, I’ve got a lot to write about today, I’ll let you do some imagineering for us here. Otherwise, this fucking journal posting will become another mini novel! We both got what our dicks needed this morning, but there’s a lot more we did on this Sunday worth writing about. You guys rock for sticking with us this long; you must know that you are a big part of our lives now.)

BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN
We sat here with our coffee 
I hope you are done with your imagineering now, because we are dressed and outside now. We haven’t done much exploring around the hotel yet, and it’s right on the waterfront, too. We purchased two cups of coffee to go, and just walked around for a while. There were a few times when we held hands, but the hot coffee to go cups kind of ruled that part for us. We’ll get back to the happy couple shit soon enough. We sat on the fountain edge to drink our coffee, and just talk like two old friends. You’d never guess from looking at the two of us that we just got out of bed doing what you were imagining. (Isn’t that cool, some of you are thinking we were fucking, some of you are thinking about blow jobs, and some of you, who knows? But you got to write that part of the journal. Maybe I should do that more often! Haha! I won’t; maybe.)

I got the quiet Larry again, that’s okay we get through everything together. I checked his face to see if there was something else troubling him, nope, I didn’t think so. However, I didn’t have to wait long before I found out what was on his mind though. “Marcus, I’ve been thinking a lot about the deep-sea fishing trip you are planning for me.” “Oh yeah, I bet you can’t wait, huh?” “Oh, I was afraid you were going to say that. Please try to understand what I have been thinking before you say anything. Okay?” “Babe my lips are zipped!” 🤐 “You aren’t going to like me very much after you hear what I have to say.” “Okay, now I’m unzipped. No, I won’t stop liking you! Okay, I’m re-zipped now!” 

“Sweetbabes, the thought of spending time in Cabo with you makes my heart beat fast every time I think about it. However, the thought of flying in a small aircraft together with you and your boss, and then, maybe fishing with him, is too much for me to deal with right now. You said he thinks guys choose to be gay; I don’t know anything about that shit. Maybe I did choose to be with you; it feels right, but I don’t want to get into a situation where I have to hide or defend myself. I don’t want to be hiding anymore, if I can help it.”

I told him that it was my intention to make that gift special between the both of us, and no other. I added that my intention was to make his lifelong dream come true; my being a part of it was at most secondary. “Babe, the fishing trip was to be just for you; I wanted you to have the memory to pass on, if you desired.” I think I did a good job letting him understand what my desires was, but then he added, “I don’t want to be alone down there; I want to be with you, every fucken minute!” 

“Wow Babe. I’m so sorry, that it turned out as it has.” “Marc, I’ve wanted to do that my whole adult life, but I never figured out how I was going to pull it off. Ellen said we couldn’t afford that kind of pipe-dream; we had kids, a mortgage, and college tuition to save for, too.” I told him he was ‘preaching to the choir’ now; I’ve been there and done that, too! I completely understand how he felt.

“Sweetbabes, if I could have worked it into the budget somehow, I would have asked if you’d like to join me years ago. I kind of figured it would be the trip of a lifetime, for a couple of guys who loved to fish.” Hearing him talk about this now, so many years later, I’m wondering why I didn’t try to help him financially. Maybe it just wasn’t time yet. 

Larry had more to tell me about this and added, “But today, I can’t imagine us doing any of that. Not if we have to keep hiding our love for each other from everyone.  Besides, ‘fuck buddy’, you don’t like to fish anyway; what kind of trip would that be for you? “Fuck buddy, huh? Where did you pick that shit up, you never called me that before!” “I’ve seen some of our followers write that in comments, that’s where.” I told him maybe when we started hooking up months ago, but I think we are a lot more than ‘fuck buddies’ now. I didn’t mean to make him feel bad for saying it, but I think I did. Remember guys, we are very new to all of this, we will make mistakes at times. Nothing serious here, in fact, neither one of us had a ‘fuck buddy’ before, anyway.

“Do you hate me for spoiling your gift idea?” I answered him by putting my arm around his neck drawing him close to me so I could whisper in his ear. “You had the balls to say no; I should have done that myself when ‘Pops’ horned in on my present idea for you. By the way babe, do you think there’s something left in those big balls of yours for me?” “Have I ever failed you yet?” We we’re close enough to kiss; which he wasted no time in doing. Well, it was a very proper kiss, after all, we are in a public place, and this outward affection between us is pretty damn new for us. 

I felt that I should address his feelings and get his mind off of it until another time. “Babe I feel exactly like you do on the trip; I’m so fucking happy you told me how you feel. I can handle ‘Pops’ later; but we both know he’ll never accept us how we are now. I don’t want to make believe there’s nothing between us but being ‘Bros’; I don’t want to, not anymore than you. Okay, ‘Bro’ what do you say about getting our fucking asses off this cold fountain wall, huh?” He didn’t have to say anything that his face didn’t already tell me; we’re fucking solid on this! 

We got up from sitting to move on to what was next on the agenda for the day. I can’t imagine how tough that conversation must have been for him though. I can see how my best buddy in the world wants to become the ‘real Larry’ now; and why he likes reading about him in the journal. Sometimes I wonder if I have changed very much after I started calling myself ‘Marcus’ for you guys. I think maybe I’m a little too close to myself to answer that question. Maybe one of you guys following our journal will know. I’d love to know what you think.

SIGHTSEEING THE FLOATING HOMES AND A WALK
I suggested that we get my car and do some sightseeing around the area, it’s not a big town, but there’s a lot packed inside to check out. I remembered reading about the growing community of floating homes on the bay, that are moored here. “Babe, you want to see some of the floating homes here and walk on some of the docks, too?” “Fuck yeah I do, let’s fucking do it.” (Guys remember what I said about the amount of fucks that get get into Larry’s language, you can gage his horniness and what we’ll be doing soon enough!) 😜

Open Boardwalks are fair game
After I bailed my car out of the parking lot, (don’t ask how much), we headed North of the hotel area to find the floating homes. I decided to drive up the hill to better spot the area and was rewarded with a view I never expected. I had to help Larry close his open jaw! Not really, but you get the idea. We headed down from the hill and found a spot to park and walked around the area. I read that any docks that appeared to be closed by gate, chain or whatever, stay off them, they are strictly private. Any open docks were fair game. We found a couple to check out and I was pleasantly surprised, nothing like I expected them to be. However, my babe was really turned on at the possibilities for us.

Tell me this is not fucking awesome!
“Sweetbabes, tell me this is not fucking awesome! I want to fucken live here! FUCK! This is so fucking great!” (Okay, my ass has been booked by now, four fucks in one breath! I told you I could tell how horny he’s getting, right?) 😉 We continued our walking tour not to disturb anyone except for a few “Wows” (please translate those as fucks, okay?), now and then, and “would you look at that fucking place, unbelievable!” Personally, I couldn’t be happier that I chose Sausalito as the destination for him now. He is really happy and showing it to me by his arm around my back and right hand digging into my side pulling me closer to him. I can handle the pain, but I bet there will be bruises later. You guys can probably tell me about this, but I don’t think I’ve ever written about him this excited before. I was being held very tight to him during this discovery period, so it was easy to tell him in his ear, how much his happiness was affecting me. And, I finished the statement with a kiss on his ear, nice and loud so he knew it, too! 😛

Exciting place to live
“Marcus, I’m fucking serious, I’m so excited about this place.” “Really? I couldn’t tell!” And laughed. That made him release me only to punch me on my left bicep! He’s really must stop that, it fucken hurts! That’s just his way of acknowledging my jokes. I brought up something near and dear to our respective hearts. “Babe, I love these places too, but look how close they are to each other. Someone sneezes next door, and they’ll hear you say, ‘God Bless You’, I’m just saying.” I got him to laugh, but not budge from his position; not that I really want to, anyway. “Larry remember how much we like being naked around the house, that’s going to be a little dicey here.” “Sweetbabes, there’s nothing about your naked body I haven’t seen by now; I’m done!” “You fucken turd, that’s it? Naked time is over for us?” Of course, I’m trying to contain my laughter while saying that, and that little turd laughed back with, “Yup!”

Okay guys don’t sweat our joking around, we’re just being us. We have a few years practice doing this to each other. However, what came next out of his mouth was very new, and untested with us. “Sweetbabes, maybe we could find a dock with ‘Gays Only’ allowed, then we could ‘hang out’ any time we wished.” I of course laughed with him, but was thinking, this is the first time I’ve heard anything like that from him. We’ve been very exclusive except for that wonderful afternoon on the cruise ship.

“Sweetheart, does this,‘Gays Only’ idea have anything to do with that afternoon with Maurice and Peter on the cruise ship?” “I don’t know, it just came out that way.” “If you remember, you’re the one who opened the stateroom door to them with us both buck naked.” “Yeah, I kind of cringe when I think about that now.” “But neither one of us bothered to cover our nakedness, you were strutting around like a peacock back then.” “Nah, I don’t think so; did I do that?” “Maybe we both were doing that; I remember being turned on by getting caught that way though.” “Sweetbabes, you think we could rent a place like this one day?” I didn’t want to tell him I already checked this out before picking the hotel. No one I found was willing to commit to just a weekend rental. Everyone I checked needed a minimum months stay. I told him, “Maybe if we really check it thoroughly, we’ll find something. Hopefully, not a run-down mess though.” 

I threw out a different thought to him to get off the subject somewhat. “Babe, you’re the boat captain between us, what about renting a houseboat on some lake instead? We could be naked anytime we wished?” Well, that got a positive reaction. “Buddy that’s a fucking awesome idea! We won’t need a huge houseboat at all, just as long as it has a deck to BBQ on. Okay, I want to do that instead.” Man, that was an easy sell, but I think we should wait until the weather is more agreeable. “Sweetbabes, I need a hug on this from you.” He got it and told me something to dwell upon in my ear, too. It had a lot to do with what to expect back in our room later today. I guess you kind of figured that, huh?

IT’S GOING TO BE PRE-BIRTHDAY DINNER OUT TONIGHT
Yup, back in bed again!
I parked my car on the street near the hotel for now. We need to get our showers and dress for dinner later but need to kick back some to rest from all the walking we did today. I’m surprised my knees didn’t give out, but we did stop and sit down often. I sat on the sofa at the window, and Larry hopped onto the bed landing flat on his back. In a few minutes of rest, Larry started slapping the bed with his right hand, basically requesting my company. There was this urgency suggesting, I better not waste time getting over to him. I rested long enough I guess and strolled over to the bed. His hand never stopped beating the bed, if anything he started pounding it harder, in other words, speed it up old man!

At this point the only thing removed from our bodies were our shoes. I had a feeling that was going to change pretty damn quick. (He stuck out his tongue to drive home the doing nothing part or may the happy ending part.) We can get our showers afterwards.”
Small forehead kisses given
Laying next to him he turned to face me, I did the same. He started to give me small kisses on my forehead, neck, and ears, and then said, “As the birthday boy I get certain privileges, right?” “Anything you want is my privilege to give to you. What do you have in mind babe?” “I want something I never got from you yet.” Now I’m thinking fast what I haven’t done or given him, I didn’t come up with anything, so. I had to ask him what it was.” I want a slow sensual massage with a happy ending. And, you get to undress me while I just lay there doing nothing.

I’ve been thinking about massages recently, and maybe giving him a gift certificate for a full body massage. And then I had all these questions I had to answer, should it be a female or male masseuse, and what kind of massage, should it be a couples type with his wife, or hopefully me, and the the killer question. Where would I get a 'happy ending massage' without getting us arrested! And then, I promptly forgot about it. They do say, committed couples often think alike and come up with the same talking points. Funny, huh?

Since we both know about my knees, especially the right one hurting the most, I asked if he’d get up so I could undress him properly. “No prob Sweetbabes, I’ll get up, but you do the rest.” Have no fear, this is going to be a labor of love, and might take a long time too. I chose his shirt first, maximum visible naked hairy chest time. I had him sit down on the edge of the bed, for his socks, one at a time with a foot massage before the second sock came off, another foot massage. I had him stand again, and I unbuttoned the top button on his jeans, and unzipped just an inch. This exposed just the right amount of dense curly blonde pubes, but no visible cock yet.

I ran both of my hands up his hairy sides to armpits. This is the big physical difference between us, my chest and belly hair are well named, it doesn’t reach my sides or back, I’m as smooth as a baby’s bottom other than there. And this physical difference pleases both of us. I love every hairy square inch of him, and he enjoys every square inch of smooth skin I have. They say opposites attract, and in our case, we are textbook examples of that. He has one more play toy for me that I can’t give him back to play with; find the buried nipples under a mat of chest hair. Mine are just kind of out there, no mystery. But no matter what, we both go for sucking time on them. Our ladies complain if we get rough with their nipples, but we can get rough with ours; so much more fun, too!

It was time to get rid of his jeans, and we both get nervous with our zippers in another’s hands. It was my job today to unzip him, so I put one hand inside his pants to protect his important parts, while unzipping with my other hand. Worked like a charm! “You realize babe, I haven’t done much yet and you are already at half staff!” “Well, what’s keeping you from getting me the other half?” “In due time, babe, in due time.” “Now when you lay down push your dick down not up against your belly.” “Well, mine wants to be up not down; why would you make me do that?” “Just an idea I want to try out on you. If it gets painful, you can adjust it upwards, okay?” “Deal, I guess! What are you planning on doing with it?” “Hopefully, you’ll feel it soon enough.”

“Babe I only brought skin lotion with me. I hope you don’t mind.” “Sweetbabes, do you want to know something?” “Sure.” “I’ve never had a massage in my whole life, not even from Ellen.” “Never, huh? Well, you won’t be able to say that any longer, unless you want me to respect the ‘never’ for you.” “Get fucking serious! It my party and I want to!” “Finally, you are going to get touched all over; how’s your dick doing?” “So far so good.” “Spread your legs a little and I’ll look for you. Yup, looking pretty swollen; do you get that condition often?” “Only for you, Sweetbabes!” “Oh yeah, can I really believe that’s true?” “Hey, asshole, when does my massage start?” “You better be humble, or never!” “You know you can’t keep your hands off me!” So, I hauled off and whacked his hairy ass cheek. “How’s that for hands on?” “It didn’t hurt, ha!” I bet it hurt when I whacked his other ass cheek; now he has some color under that curly blonde ass hair of his. I also noticed he shut up too! 🤫

This is definitely going to be fun!
Larry never had a massage in his life, and I’ve never given one to a man. This is going to be fun for me, hopefully for him too.  Since he was already on his stomach, I knew the absolutely perfect place to start the massage. Now I have to figure out how to write about how much my hands fell in love with me again. This time for finding the perfect man, in the perfect room, with his perfect partner; me! Have I ever been happier than I am right now? If I have, the memory is being clouded over by sensory overload at this moment.

I might need to spread his legs some
It’s time to make good on having him make his dick do something it doesn’t like to do. I spread his legs a little further apart and and his toys came into view. Not that I haven’t had my share of play time with them, because I have. But that’s going to be a bit different today, I get to make everything more special and hopefully something he’ll think about when we are apart. Maybe I can create a whole new fantasy scenario for him, staring me and him, together as it should be.

I told him not to lay on his dick, right?
These sexy gifs brought back memories of our massage time on that Sunday afternoon. I can’t help thinking how much these moments mean to me, well, us. I wonder what it will be like when I can live every moment with him; give him a massage or maybe get one from him without waiting for time away together.  You probably guessed by now, I got very good at this massage technique, and there was no way it wasn’t going to be one without a very happy ending. At least for him.  I think we can place a checkmark in this box now! Happy ending, check! ☑️

Time for a relaxing nap
One thing for sure guys, I’ve got one very relaxed guy needing a nap before dinner, on my hands. And one very horny guy, too. Me! I’m going to lay down beside him and snuggle up with him, maybe I’ll catch a few winks myself. I brought him to this point, and I’m very proud of myself for being able to do it, too. He gave himself up to me just as I have been able to do for him. I hadn’t realized the impact that would have on me; now I wonder if he feels the same when he controls how and when I’ll cum for him. Every day I learn more about the dynamics of two men in love with each other. Every time we are together it’s like opening another present, we didn’t know we had. I’m not going to set an alarm though; I think his stomach rumbling for food should wake us up in time for dinner. This will be the dinner I give him for his birthday, our wives will plan for tomorrow’s dinner.

DINNER OUT
Salito's Restaurant
I was thinking about taking him to Scoma’s for Dinner, but after checking their menu online, there wasn’t much he’d like to eat there. For a fisherman, he doesn’t eat fish at all, however, if it’s King Crab Legs, he’s all for it. I’m allergic to all shellfish, but crustaceans are okay. That is, except for the smell of crabs. This is one of our distinct differences. After a short online search earlier at home, I found 'Salito’s', a place that offers Prime Rib and Dungeness Crab dishes. You may remember his love of a great Rib Eye Steak; I bet the Prime Rib will make him just as happy tonight.

Half a steer portion
Since there wasn’t anything so interesting said while we were feeding our faces, I’ll spare you the extra reading time. But let it be known, my hunky guy had the 'half-a-steer portion' called affectionately ‘The Slab’ of Prime Rib. I swear I don’t know where he puts all the fucking food he can eat; that slab could have served three women or two men happily. But the part that makes me green with envy is, he never gains a fucking pound. 🤯 I can see our fucken future, he’s still around 180 pounds of 'smokin’ hot beefcake' at 70, and he’ll be saying, “Sweetbabes, you’re getting a little chubby around the middle!” Grrrr. After dinner we secured my car in a proper parking lot for the night and went up to our room for the night.

BACK IN THE ROOM AFTER DINNER, OUR LAST NIGHT TOGETHER
Once we were back in our room, it was relax and get naked time again. I’m not saying the naked thing means we are super horny right now, we’re kinda full. Maybe it was to give our growing middles some expansion room? I’m going to venture out and say, it’s because our window of togetherness is rapidly closing down on us. And naked is our way of doing the bonding thing.  Maybe we are ‘Naturists’, I could see it going that way, one day. Maybe we are still making up for lost opportunity during the seven years and nine months before our March change of life event, too. No matter what the current reason might be, maybe we just like looking at each other naked. Bingo!

It was getting late, but who’s really watching the time? Maybe my babe? “Sweetbabes, in a while it will really be my birthday, and I have a request for you.” “Babe this whole weekend is about you and what will make you happy.” “Great, because I want you to do something right after midnight.” “If that’s what is important to you, I’ll do it. By the way, what is it I’m doing?” “It might sound silly, so don’t laugh.” (Rule number one, if you don’t want someone to laugh, don’t tell them that. It’s almost a guarantee, they will.) I’m biting the inside of my cheek, so I won’t laugh. “I want you to make love to me, I want the first minutes of my birthday with you inside me. I don’t care if that’s all that happens; I want you and me to be joined as one.” “Sweetheart that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard from you, and I get to be a part of it.” “Well, there’s a second part too, I want to make love to you in the same way after we separate.” “Now it’s even more romantic!”

It didn’t take much longer before Larry lightened up the romantic mood we were feeling with, “after that we can fuck each other’s brains out!” Which made us stop the mushy teary-eyed state we were in for something more masculine like we are supposed to be. It says so at the top of our blog. “We are masculine, bearded, hairy-chested, horny, middle-aged dudes.” I guess we can be all that and still get all emotional at times.

That request meant more to me than anything I could remember at that or any other time. I thought, put my iPhone on the bedside table and set the alarm for 11:58pm, to give myself two minutes to stop the alarm, and get in position to be inside my babe at precisely 12:00 midnight, not one second earlier or one second later. To make sure my knees would not be a negative feature of this event, we chose to do this on our sides. You should know, I was exactly where I was to be precisely on time, and at precisely midnight, we both teared-up. None of those tiny tears, too; big fucking masculine tears were dripping down our cheeks into our masculine beards. How did I know he was crying? Easy, we were kissing and once I saw those crocodile tears on his cheeks, and my eyes got all watery too. I held him tightly to my chest and he moved himself on top of me without letting me fall out of him. A few adjustments from him and I was much deeper inside him and I didn’t want to break the hold. We weren’t moving so there was no possibility of cumming this way. 

After a satisfying period of time, I got the whisper that he wanted to reverse our positions. He wanted to be in me now. What an honor to be thought of this way. He thought maybe I’d like to lay face down on the bed with a pillow under my hips. We’ve done this before, and my knees are not affected. I rather face him because I just love looking at him when he fucks me. But it’s not about me even though he’s being considerate of my aching knees. 

Larry warned me that he had every intention to leave me a present this time. Well, he wasn’t sure about the quantity of the deposit, but the quality will be top-notch, and my ass will love it! We’ve just come from a very emotional few minutes, that it was hard to just laugh, but I did acknowledge his humor for him by chuckling. He promised me something I requested this weekend will be coming soon, too.

Well I brought you and Larry right up to the minute he turned 53-years-old and a few minutes later. Plus, he gifted me with the privilege of being at the most memorable part of his birthday. I doubt anyone other than you and I will ever know about those first few minutes, too.

Resting up for Part Three
I’m going to need to write a Part Three for him, next. There’s the rest of the night, the promise of giving me what I had requested from him. and the trip home to join our wives for their part of the birthday party. This could get wild if they try to repeat my birthday party for him. Well, whatever they come up with will never compare to what I was just a part of with the man I love so much.

I didn’t think it would take three chapters to capture his birthday for you, but it sure as fuck did! Now I need to get busy on Chapter 60. You know guys, I read my birthday chapters all the time when I'm away from him; I’m hoping Larry will do the same when he gets lonely for me. Next job, write the rest of the story.
Marcus.

Our LARRY’S BIRTHDAY PART 3 journal continues in Chapter 60:





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