CH 60 LARRY'S BIRTHDAY FINALE

Could there be two guys more meant for each other?

Hi Guys,
Here we are in a new year and decade, and I’m still trying to finish writing about Larry’s 53rd Birthday on December 9th! The Christmas Holiday for us has come and gone, New Year’s Eve, yup that’s gone bye bye too. Maybe I’ll get to write something about how we celebrated them, but first I must finish his birthday chapters. As far as I’m concerned, he’ll value those chapters all about him, more than any others I write.

I left you just after midnight on the 9th, his ‘real birthday’. We had just finished the ceremony he requested from me, and was in the process of his part, according to what he thought it should be. There were a lot of sexually charged activities and moments throughout Sunday leading up to the stroke of Midnight ceremonies. I wouldn’t concern yourself about the few minutes allocated to me, because, well, just because. I know what’s coming.

Larry's getting indirect access to my brains! 

I bet Larry’s part of the ceremony was to be just like mine; however, my horny babe could not end it the way he imagined. After a minute of the two of us ‘connected’, I heard, “Brother, I can’t; I want to fuck you right now! I’m sorry, I’ll explode if I don’t!” I twisted my body to face him, and gave him the look that said, ‘What’s holding up the parade anyway?’, and said to him, “Babe, fuck my brains out! Only, leave me enough left over to be able to write about it, okay?” I guess my joke was only for me and you guys, because he was so into ‘fucking my brains out,’ that I don’t think he heard me at all. Move over twenty-something-year-olds, a 53-year-old powerhouse is busy fucking like he never has before. Damn, I know my asshole is going to hurt again! Maybe I’ll get some calluses on my asshole for the future! Normally I’d write ‘haha’ here, but I’m having a hard time thinking that’s an appropriate thing to write at this point. So help me, I swear he brings out a bigger hidden cock when fucking me like that. I know by just the law of averages, there are thousands of you guys with bigger than our average cocks out there. If you are one of these‘plus-size dick’ (hoses) guys, try not to wreck your partner's ass with it, okay? I’m sorry, I just can’t imagine what it would feel like if Larry had eight or nine inches instead of his six. Maybe I’m just a wuss. Please don’t be upset with me. 😜

I know I just semi-complained about rough sex, I’m getting better at enjoying it though. I do get it, after reading emails from a lot of you guys. Rough sex is just another way of making love for guys. It’s getting pretty obvious that my buddy is a big fan, and he’s not averse to being on the receiving end, too. As I’ve been saying all along, we are still pretty green, but are learning fast.

Perhaps, this ‘connection’ of ours lasted a lot longer than some this weekend. Or, maybe my asshole is speaking for me. So, help me, I’m going to need a ‘hemorrhoids donut’ to sit on now. Oh, don’t buy any of that from me; I’m just trying to be funny for you. It’s that so much has changed in our lives in the last ten months; it makes writing comments like that easy. Maybe in a few more months, it won’t even come into mind. However, back to Larry’s big cock cumming in me, I did get a big almost too loud for a hotel room, “I’m gonna fucken cum!” And, a few other porn-like comments; you can fill-in the blanks according to your personal needs. His needs were met, no fucking doubt about it! I’ll tell you; it makes me feel so good inside that I could get him to cum that way. It’s me that he’s cumming for, that’s always such a fucking mind blower for me.

Larry just collapsed on top of me; he’s never a dead weight for me though. The way we ultimately align our bodies takes any pressure off us. We’ve had some practice now with several all-night affairs behind us. The best part of these couplings, getting to be in each other’s arms, holding each other. I’ve grown to love his smell, part body, part aftershave or cologne combination. I only smell it when we are naked together, otherwise I occasionally smell his aftershave. But I can just about guarantee, the smell gets my dick active! I hope I do the same for him. I think I might be responsible for him using cologne or aftershave. I’m not sure which one it is that I’m smelling; I suppose I could ask him! I use what my wife likes to smell on me, ‘Armani Code’, I only smell it the first 2 seconds and then it disappears, but others smell it. And that includes Larry, he’s told me in the past how much he liked the smell.

Larry was softly snoring while still in my arms; he really put his heart and soul into the ‘fuck your brains out’, that just happened with me. I know he will see that I get off when he wakes up. I kind of hope I’ll be asleep when he starts up with me. I love being awoken that way, it’s like your dream becomes reality.

I felt my eyes growing heavy, and since I was in a position that was comfortable, I let them close often in those few minutes. No question I was off sleeping because I remember waking up with Larry working my dick into a rock-hard state. He was licking my dick like it was a popsicle. You know the melting kind that needed to be totally in your mouth to stop the dripping.

So you missed my dick, huh?

I’m awake now but it’s very dark, must be very late or early in the morning. “Hi baby, so you missed my dick, huh?” It’s kind of hard to talk with a mouthful of dick; especially if you have no intention of removing said cock from mouth! I guess I know the answer though. Once he had me rock hard, he said, “I really love it when your dick is all soft and nestled for the night. Feeling a cock grow in my mouth is something I never thought I’d love so much.” “You know my dick is yours any time you want it, right?” “It damn well better be mine, no one else; guy that is!” “Yeah, I get it babe, there’s nothing for you to worry about. So, babe you have a plan for my swollen dick?” “Oh yeah, you bet your fucking ass I do!”

I asked him if I needed to do something to help. Nothing except lay back and relax and he’ll take over. Which he quickly returned to doing with my swollen hard dick. If I have to toot my own horn, at least my dick is very cooperative pointing straight up for easy access. (Like either one of us have any control over what our dicks do when erect.) Larry was using a move I’ve never used myself with his hands, twisting up, twisting down. And, he was into using both hands, one after the other. My dick barely had a second free of stimulation from his talented hands. When my dick got too dry, he used his mouth to moisten my dick and was back to his dueling hands. I know now what he is planning on doing, he’s going to fulfill my earlier request. Now I’m a little on edge, I might get to experience something pretty intense. He’s not going to stop the stimulation after I cum. If there’s only one thing in the universe I’m dead sure about, when my dick blows it’s load, it’s really sensitive. I’ve wanted to experience what’s on the other side of exquisite sensitivity. And, I’m about to find out soon.

Okay, maybe I missed my lunch today!

To be sure that I had all the stimulation I could handle, he stopped stroking for a few seconds while he positioned himself. He straddled my chest and made sure his ass was in my face. I’m not stupid, I know what he wants, and made sure there was no effort required on my part to rim that beautiful asshole of his. We haven’t done this in a while, so I really got into my role. The more my tongue plunged into his hole, the faster his hands were working harder. Surprisingly, I didn’t blow a load as quick as I thought I would. Maybe because I was so into a blonde curly-haired ass in front of my face, and I could no longer see what he was doing. But I knew what I wanted, and it was in front of my face.

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks, I wasn’t cumming for a good reason, my mind was wandering into areas that it didn’t need to be. And, I was scared that maybe I couldn’t handle losing every bit of control. What if I ask him to stop and he doesn’t. I know I’ve been talking about letting him control my orgasms, but it’s going much further this time. I need that safe word. Wow, I wonder if he remembered the safe word! “Babe, you remember the Safe Word?” “Yup.” “You care to tell me what it is?” “Nope!” Oh fuck, that’s comforting!

I finally told myself, what am I worrying about, the man loves me, and he has my back on this. Well more like dick on this. Once I stopped thinking, and I’m sorry Larry, stopped playing with your ass, the time was right. I felt my lower abdominal muscles starting to jerk and my body started to lurch forward on each compression of the muscles. I still can’t see anything but a hairy ass in my face, which is fine most of the time, but right now I’d love to see me spurting cum. My babe has every intention of giving me what I wanted, and I think he’s having a blast doing it, too. I have no idea if I’m still spurting, it feels like I might be, but since my dick is getting more sensitive by the second, maybe I’m at the point I’d stop touching myself.

Imagination time, you know what we look like!

Yeah, that’s not going to happen without the safe word now. I do know that my body is jerking really hard now and my dick is the most sensitive it’s ever been, and yet Larry hadn’t stopped the twisting up and down on my cock. I know his hands must be covered in me, because my dick is very slippery feeling; however, I haven’t called out the Safe Word yet. What has happened, my sensitivity has abated some, and I’m feeling like I could cum again. At least my head is telling me that.

I thought I just tell my buddy, I’m okay now, you can stop and rest. So, I did, “Babe you can stop now, I’m fine.” I’m still tingling in the dick department, and my lower stomach feels like it’s been pummeled by a fighter in the boxing ring. I think my balls have crawled up and pasted themselves to my cock! Where are my low hangers? I can’t see any of this, but I know what it feels like though. I’ve been closer to a glacier than any man with balls should be at the Mendenhall Glacier Bay in Alaska. My balls climbed inside my body and didn’t come out until I was in Canada! That’s what I’m feeling right now. But my sweet guy is still stroking away on my dick. I’ve lost all feeling in my dick now; my brain has taken me to that place that denies reality. “It’s okay babe, I’m done, you can stop now.” And it’s like he can’t hear me. I mean if he wants to pleasure me, a massage would be nice now. How about a foot rub? Anything just stop stroking. “Oh FUCK, the Safe Word, stupid me! “Red!” And magically his ass disappears from in front of my face. I see my dick now, it’s at full size and a limp noodle. That’s a new look for me; it looked like a deflated long balloon. I’ve seen guys at the gym showers look like that before, kind of a turn on seeing me like that. I look fucking huge, six inches of limp dick. A little present for me, but it won’t last.

Larry was happy it was over, the poor guy. However, I was warned there was some serious clean up needed on his hands which he presented to me to lick clean. Nothing I haven’t already helped him with before anyway. I did ask him if he wanted to help, too. “Sweetbabes, I cleaned up your first mess already, this is your second go around!” “You’re fucking kidding me, I came twice?” “Or more!” “Oh, come on, I’m an old fart, you tell me that all the time!” “Sweetbabes, I never stopped until you told me to stop. There were some breaks in between you cumming, I figured you were digging deep for me.” “Wow, babe, and look at my dick have you ever seen me like that before?” “Not that I can remember. Do you think I broke it on you?” “I guess we’ll know if it never gets hard again. I have to say, it looks impressive that way!”

LATER BUT NOT TIME TO GET UP YET

That was intense for both of us, well worth going back to sleep to recharge for the morning. But I have it in mind to have a special event for him, too. Maybe I’ll let him know what that felt like, but he never requested that. However, he knows the Safe Word now. We only have a few hours before we have to vacate the hotel room and head home. I know we will use the time wisely. Tonight, who knows what our wives have planned for us. My babe is already asleep now, some soft snores says so. 

After a couple of hours, I awoke on my own, well, my pee wanted out. Thankfully, I was quiet enough to let him remain asleep, but not for long! As I headed back to bed, he had turned his body to be on his back, with louder snoring. I figured that’ll stop soon enough. Apparently, he’s not in that state that gives us our ‘morning wood’ yet. What I am viewing is the one thing I share with him that I don’t like sharing in the gym showers. However, we both love sucking on each other when we are in that state. I agree with him about how horny we get feeling cocks growing in our mouths and reaching the back of our throats. So, I position myself without waking him and take his little member into my mouth. He’s not wasting a single moment getting hard. Personally, I wish I had more time with it softer, it’s more fun to suck on and roll my tongue around. Once we get to our normal size, there’s a lot of dick in our mouths. 

This is not me! But...

I’m now onto full sucking and expecting him to cum soon, but he’s not showing me that he’s awake yet. I’m not going to make him cum without his being awake though. He could be faking so I continue sucking, I wouldn’t blame him at all. I figured it’s time to place my hands into action; he wants to be touched in areas I usually ignored, so I have my new plan. 

His legs are as hairy as his chest, and I have access to his inner thighs right now, so, I run the back of my hands up and down through the 'hairy-forest' he’s cultivated there. One, it feels awesome to me since my legs are nothing like his; and two, it must be giving him a tickle sensation because it’s making him move now. The next thing I did was include his relaxed ball sack in the back of my hand movements. I could see his balls actual move up trying to get away from the stimulation, I guess. I wasn’t aware that he could do that like me; I can make them move up and down easily.

Suspicion confirmed, he’s been awake and faking sleep. At least as soon as I started the inner thigh and ball sack stoking. Now fully awake he grabbed my head with his two hands and was using my head to fuck his dick. He didn’t need to do that, but it made him happy, so, I let him. There was no way he was going to skip cumming this time; I don’t care how long it takes, too. Our window is closing down quickly. He was able to hold on a bit longer than I thought he would, but be aware, my hands were also very active with anything within reach. This time he didn’t say anything about cumming, maybe because of the hour, or maybe he wanted the surprise for me. However, the give away was him pushing his cock deeply into my mouth, as far down my throat as his six inches can reach, and then remained still. Trust me it reaches the back of my throat quite nicely. I love the feeling of his pulsating cock in my mouth. I can sense the movement of his cum moving down through the bottom of his cock until it hits my throat. I’ve never had a problem swallowing with him, even the first time too. Maybe I’ve dreamed about it enough that it became second nature for me. I have created some changes over the past few times doing this for him though. I let the last few drops of cum reach my taste buds instead of bypassing them. I love the taste of him, and too many times it was swallowed before I knew it. I create a vacuum in my mouth to suck out what’s left in his dick. Now if I could get him to do the same with me. [Okay, Larry you read it here!]

I love seeing Larry collapse after I get him to cum hard with me. Just knowing I was able to do that for him feels great, but that he lets me do it for him, is even greater. He doesn’t just roll up into a ball and move over; he pulls me close to him and we hug each other tightly. Maybe I shouldn’t say this publicly, but that never happened having sex with my wives, ex or current. Maybe that was a clue I didn’t understand before. Maybe a big hunky guy doing that with a softer female is scary for them? I don’t know but having Larry’s powerful body holding and hugging me and expecting the same in return, is exactly what I desire all the time now. I know he does, too. I’m not counting connections anymore, but I know there’s going to be a shower date very soon. Sometimes just naked hugging is all that’s needed. Of course, soaping up that hunky body of his… Yup, the best!

AWAKE FOR REAL NOW, DAYBREAK FINALLY

“Good morning Sweetbabes, time to get up!” A big yawn from me and I rollover and face away from him. A big mistake on my part because my naked ass was ripe for smacking, which my babe was happy to oblige. It wasn’t a hard slap, just a love tap to get me awake. He takes me by my shoulder and turns me onto my back, which exposes that formerly limp dick of mine from last night to a ridged pole pointing to the ceiling. I bet he has a plan for that, too. “Good morning handsome birthday guy! Do I know you?” He turned around and said, “Maybe you’ll recognize my hairy ass?” “Oh, I know someone with an ass just like that!” “Sweetbabes, you horny yet?” That was an interesting question to answer, one minute after you just woke up by having your ass slapped by the hunky man you love. “It could be arranged. What are you offering?” “I have a special on a firm hairy ass, available right now, if you’d like.” “May I inspect it please?” “No free feels though; I’m sure you’ll recognize the exquisite quality.” “You done having fun yet babe? Get in bed with me.” (Whoops, I better go pee first.) “Gotta pee babe, you gonna drag me into the bathroom again by my dick this morning?” “Nah, done that already.” 

Actually, I was kind of hoping he would, that was fun, but messy. Probably why he’s skipping the option. That was the weirdest yet sexiest feeling I’ve had so far, having your dick in someone else’s hand while peeing. Now that I’m thinking about it, he’s never been on the receiving end of that yet. I should plan on it for him, I bet he’ll laugh his ass off when I do it to him. I’m back in bed and thinking about the special I’m being offered.

Since he was lying on his back, I rolled over on top of him; he can handle my weight, especially when I’m forcing my tongue deep into his open mouth. Now he’s sucking on my tongue so hard, it feels like he might totally yank it out of my mouth. My man is seriously horny this morning, maybe because we will be back to our regular lives too soon. We can’t waste a single moment. “So, Babe, what do you want more ‘give’ or ‘get’? I’m up for ‘either’ or ‘both’.” He carefully pushed me over onto my back and rolled over on top of me before answering. “I never want this to end, that’s what I want.” “Babe, you are getting really good with your requests; did you know that? Do you want to know what I want?” “I bet I know, but go ahead, I’m all ears.”

Any of you guys want to visit us here?

“Babe I want to kidnap you for real, not just for a weekend. I want to live a ‘Swiss Family Robinson’ life with you on our own private island and spend every fucking minute of the rest of my life with you. That’s what I really want!” “I guess I didn’t know that, but I’m glad you shared what’s in your mind about us. I’m going to have to live with that thought for a while though.” “Don’t sweat my fantasy babe, I’ve had this one since I met you years ago.” “Really?” “Yes, really! Haven’t you thought about stealing me away with you to some perfect place?” “Do I have to answer that right now?” “Nah, it’s just dream material, don’t give it a second thought.” “No Sweetbabes, I can’t forget it; didn’t our whole new relationship start from a dream you had? Do you think I ever stopped thinking about that after you let me read your journal stories on your iPad in Big Sur. It’s time I face the truth about my feelings for us together.”

I just hugged him tighter, there was no need for my comment back to him, that a hug couldn’t say it better. There’s no question that we are reaching a critical mass in our relationship that seriously needs addressing. My gut says it’s coming sooner than later, too. Larry suggested that we prep ourselves for the last fuck; there’s never a way of knowing when we will get this chance again. Prep, a lingering shower and the fun of over-soaping each other up; and special attention given to our best parts. I know you’re thinking cocks, maybe balls; maybe it’s our feet! No, you were right, nothing like a soapy dick and balls to play with! Although, his very hairy chest comes in at a powerful second place. Sometimes I wonder if we are always together on this. There’s always a chance it might not be anything like mine. Nah, we're good on this!

Guys, how many times must I write about the bed connection we have before you get bored out of you skulls. What set this apart from the rest, was the impending loss of opportunity coming, way too soon. Plus, it won’t be much longer before we need to vacate the room. Fortunately, as guys, packing our bags will take seconds; shove the shit into the case, and get the fuck out.  Everything will be washed anyway. I bet you know we don’t act that way around our wives, because you’d be right. Hey, it’s always a guys world when we’re together!

You’ll be surprised that we chose not to spend much more time in bed, even after prepping for that. Maybe you already know us well enough now; nothing that a little suckfest won’t cure for a time crunch, huh? 

Larry had a request for us, and as far as I’m concerned, this weekend is all about what he wants, and I’ll try to give it to him. “What’s on your mind babe?” “Well, my stomach is growling, I need coffee really fucking bad, and I want to spend some more time walking the shoreline with you. And… and, I don’t give a shit what people might think if we walk holding hands or have our arms around each other. I can’t do this at home with you, so what do you say, want to join me?” “That’s rhetorical, right?”

ONE LAST WALK ALONG THE SHORELINE

“Sweetbabes, I really want one last walk down the rocky shoreline with you. Do you think your knees are up for it?” “Sure, besides if they go, you’ll give me your shoulder to lean on, right?” “If I have to fucken carry you, I will! I’m always going to be there for you; trust me.” “Thanks babe, I don’t doubt you. 

Easy right downstairs access

One last stop into ‘Caffé Tutti’ downstairs for breakfast and coffee, and then back to our room to check out. We brought our belongings to my car and locked them inside before our walk. To get to the area Larry wanted to walk, required passing by a whole string of small shops and eateries. And, true to form, there would be no entering any to shop. I’m not sure I really understand his aversion to shopping, but I don’t care that much. I’m sure he has his reasons. Maybe he doesn’t like to spend money, or maybe to make decisions on how to spend his money. I know he likes going to Costco with me now. Free samples!

Our last walk before leaving; Scoma's is in view

We finally got to the rocky shoreline and walkway. We continued our slow-paced walk; mostly holding hands, sometimes not. We were always looking at the water, ignore those around us; and not talking much during the walk. I know what we are doing; we’re soaking in as much of the experience as humanly possible. Talking might make us miss something or forget to be observant. That’s okay, I have a feeling we will be chatting up a storm in the car heading home.

We found a couple of areas where we could sit, which he insisted we do. But it was to save my knees even though I never complained. As he’s been saying, he’ll always have my back, (or knees). We spun around on the cement bench to put our feet on some of the rocks, we’re now facing the water, instead of the sidewalk and street; and then he told me, “Marc, I don’t want to leave here. I don’t want this trip to ever end for us.”  “I know babe, I know.” Larry put his arm around my neck to pull me even closer to him, and then stuck a boney finger into my ribs to further get my full-attention, and said, “You’re the one who comes up with all the crazy-ass ideas; come-on, can you pull one out of your ass, this time?” Obviously, he caught how desperate he was sounding and chose to lighten up the mood for us. We wanted to get back to laughing per our usual fare, but this time, only chuckles. No, this time, we aren’t joking around; I feel what he feels, and it just fucken hurts.

We have to be real though, there’s a couple-hour drive, maybe closer to three-hours, ahead of us and the rest of his birthday belongs to the wives, and whatever they planned for him. Every time we get together like this weekend, it gets harder and harder to see it come to an end. I’m thinking, just lighten this downer-mood for us. “Babe remember what I told you a few days ago, we could work some time for us into the morning before you leave for work. I’ll make our favorite coffee and after the wives are off to work, we’ll have a little time to be together.” “Yeah, I remember, but it’s just another way of sneaking around. I don’t know if I can live with that anymore.” Okay Marcus, this is serious shit now, no joking around is going to fix this. Guys, I did not factor this response into my weekend getaway with him. There’s no way I can come up with the perfect response, to make this better without time to think. I’m fucking in the middle of this; not just an observer willing to offer a suggestion or two.

“Babe let’s talk about this in the car on the way home. Right now, I just want to kiss you.” That was easy, we don’t seem to care anymore about showing affection publicly. That is until we get home, and then, it’s back in the closet, once again.

THE LONG RIDE HOME AND A LOT OF TALK

You knew this stretched out leaving of Sausalito had to come to an end; well past any reasonable lunchtime, too. As two men who rarely miss a meal; together we usually do miss meals. I guess one day that will end along with our waistlines, as well. I do believe we expend more calories when we are together, than what we consume. But you probably figured that out by yourselves. Anyway...

After I bailed my car out once more, we took a ride around the area, creating more visuals for our memories. It was decided a couple of days ago, that San Francisco will not be visited, so, no Golden Gate crossing this time. However, I thought we could add some driving time to the trip home via the Wine Country of Napa. And a lot less time on the freeways as well. There’s a lot of sad sights from the fire damage. I don’t want to get into that for you though. This was not a sightseeing trip, just more time together to talk about us, about our wives, and what they might have planned for him tonight.

“Marc, did you know that Ellen and I have been married for 32-years?” “Babe, it’s 33-years!” “What?” “Ellen told me it was 33-years before we left.” “Shit! How the fuck did I screw that up?” “Babe, that’s still a lot of history together for you two, just don’t forget how many years when you talk to her. Did you ever think that we would ever get to where we are today.” “I never told you, but I always hoped we would.” Whoa, I didn’t see that coming, what do I say that won’t sound patronizing to him? I don’t think my feelings for him go that far back in time. “No, you haven’t told me that, but I wish you would have. I understand why though.”

“Larry, you know I’ve loved being such close friends with you and Ellen; and then, you becoming my best friend, was really the icing on top. But I never, ever thought our friendship would screw up your marriage. It’s killing me to think I might be responsible for that.” “Marc, I feel the same way about you and Lisa. We’ve all had wonderful times together, we still do! What the fuck are we going to do about this? I don’t want anything to end.” I reached across to his side of the car and placed my right hand on top of his thigh and squeezed it a bit. No easy task as he flexed his powerful thighs, at the same time! “I can’t imagine the end as well, babe. And, the thought of hurting anyone, makes my gut hurt.” Larry just sat and sighed a bit. He didn’t need to verbalize on any of that.

“Babe, I know you look to me for ‘crazy-assed ideas’, sometimes just to take the lead; but I need you to help me with this, too. I don’t expect you to have all the answers, just your part of us together, okay?” “Absolutely, Marc, that’s all I would expect out of you too. I want to be with you just as bad; why do you think I didn’t want to leave here today. I know you tell everyone how big and strong I am, physically, I guess I am, and I get a kick out you saying so. However, inside I’m a fucking wreck without you beside me. You just make everything better. And in a few hours, you’ll be gone from me again, it just wrenches my gut. I don’t get from Ellen what I get from you. I’m not talking about sex, you turd! I see your fucking look. I guess it’s emotional, huh?” “Babe, you just wrote my story, too. You’re not alone in this. If you were alone, it wouldn’t be much of a union, huh? Everything you just said, I feel too, we’ve come to need each other so much lately; it hurts when we can’t be there for each other.” Guys, I think we rode this mule to the end of the trail for now, time will tell us the steps to take. But my babe had something else on his mind, too.

TELL ME WHAT ON YOUR MIND BABE

“Marc, I want to tell you something else, too.” “Sure! Go for it!” “Well, it kind of bothers me, and I know I’m totally responsible for it, but I hope I can make it stop.” Okay, he’s got my attention, but I haven’t a fucking clue where this is going, or if it will make our situation even more difficult than it already is now. “I started reading this thing you write about me; from way back in the journal, too. It kind of ‘stings’ whenever it comes up.” “Babe, okay now I know I’m responsible for this, what have I done?” 

“You tell the guys I never say much and use as few words as possible. It makes me feel like I’m not intelligent enough to be a part of anything. I’m sorry if that made you think I’m being a smart-ass with you, because I’m not.” “Whoa, baby, I’ve never thought that about you at all. In fact, it takes a lot of intelligence to communicate your thoughts that way. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tried to get humor out of that. You did it so often, it was what I came to expect.” “Don’t you think I’ve been pretty open with you lately? I’m trying to be more like the guy you want to be with.” “Ouch babe! You’ve always have been the guy I want to be with. And I really love the guy you are right now. You tell me all the time now what you want and are feeling; you’re fucking amazing. I’m fucking mad at myself for hurting you. Do you want me to edit those comments out of the chapters.” “God, no! Why would you have to, it’s already done and part of our history together. I’m already working on that, and I think I’m doing a great job of fixing it too!” “You sure have! Do you know how much of our journal had me guessing what you were thinking about as I wrote the stories. You’ve helped me so much lately. I love writing about what you are feeling or thinking. You’re the fucking love of my life; it’s always been a joy to write about you, now even more. I’ll never try to get humor like that again.” “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad Marc, it just was something I’ve been carrying around with me for some time now.” “Never feel bad about telling me stuff like that, it would have ended in a minute, if I knew it troubled you.”

IT’S MARCUS’ TURN NOW

“Babe, would you like to know something about me that I don’t think I’ve told you before?” “Anything to change the subject, I’m sorry I brought that up.” “No, not sorry ever, don’t fucking hide anything from me. You know, it wasn’t long ago that you went from ‘Love you Bro’ or, ‘Love you Brother’ to ‘I’ve fallen deeply in love with you Marc’. What you don’t know about me, I’ve always wanted a man to say he loved me for whom I was. Especially my father. I knew he loved me, I’m very sure of that; but he never said it to me. I just wanted to hear it, even if it was only once. Maybe it caused me not to say it back as well. I tell my son that I love him, and he tells me too. Our saying ‘Love you Bro’ was perfect for years, because I believed you. However, your love for me now, is a thousand times better than anything I ever desired.”

“Sweetbabes, I’m sorry you had to wait so long, but I have, too. I know I’ve given you very little about my past for good reason, I don’t want to relive it, ever! But I was taken away from my family as a protected child, and put into Foster Homes several times, until I joined the Service at eighteen. No one has ever told me they loved me except for Ellen and you. I really do know what you are talking about.” 

Now I’m feeling horrible for wanting a man to tell me he loved me, when my babe was looking for parents to love him. Could I feel any fucking tinier? We’ve got to move on from this topic, like now! “Babe, I had no idea and now I feel terrible for telling you of my piddling trivial concern. I knew you had a troubling childhood, that’s all. I don’t know how I could love you more than right now.” “Let’s drop this pity party, okay?” “Gladly!”

“Marc, I didn’t mean to trash your ‘every morning idea’ for us; it might be all we’ll have for a long while. I couldn’t be happier than to start my day after seeing your handsome puss!” “Really, just my face? I had something a lot lower down in mind with the coffee offer. After all, it is ‘Jamaican Blue Mountain Estate Coffee’, that’s has to be worth more than just face, huh?” “Maybe if you take it out of your pants for me to review, it might refresh my memory some.” “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours! Ha ha, bring back childhood memories for ya!” “No not really, where did you grow-up?” “Obviously, with normal kids!” (Just in case you missed it, we actually did take them out for air.)

THE GROWER/SHOWER THING

We are having the best conversations we’ve ever had on this long ride home, and we are learning more about each other in the process. “Marc, I’ve got more stuff you don’t know about me.” “I’m getting the feeling, I’m about to hear something good, too.” “When I first read about the ‘Grower/Shower’ thing you wrote about yourself and me, it was the first time I ever heard about something like that. I didn’t quite get it at first." And then he clarified something much older, "I can’t talk about the times I was so stoned and drunk out of my fucking mind, because those years have been permanently erased from my memory now. But what I can remember is you’re the first and only guy I remember being totally naked with, and that was back at the lake in March. Oh, I’ve seen lots of porn-like pictures of guys with long hoses for cocks; I’m talking about seeing real dicks, ours up close and personal though.” “So, you’ve never been in a communal shower at a gym?” “I don’t go to gyms, I thought you knew that.” “I guess not.” 

Some bananas are just bigger!

“I know we are pretty identical naked, which is cool; I never questioned the different sizes my dick gets to be. I thought it’s just a regular man’s dick; small when I don’t need it or when it’s fucking cold, and longer when it’s warm, and then, hard when it needs to be. You and my wife see it mostly hard, just like I see yours most of the time now. So why are you so concerned about your dick when it’s small? It’s just one thing it can do.” “Unfortunately, Babe at the gym it is all it does; I don’t like when it’s small around guys that are large.” “Well, I like it small, it’s fucking cool when I feel it grow in my mouth.” “Yeah, I can agree with you on that one.” “So, why the fuck do you really care what other guys think about your smaller dick, anyway. I’m the only guy you should care about.” “Babe, I don’t have a good defense against that logic. You should be the only guy that I need to please, you’re right." I’m so glad he is giving me stuff that’s important to him this unpredictable weekend. It's going to make it easier for me to write about him in our journal. 

“Marc, I remember reading something you wrote about me once, I said something like ‘I’ll do stuff, and you can write about it’. Or something like that. I’m sorry, that goes back to when I was not sure I was happy having the world know so much about me.” “That makes sense Larry, but you like reading about yourself now, right.” “Yeah, it’s more about reading what you think about me. Part of me still cringes knowing everyone gets to know what we do behind closed doors. But being Larry is like wearing a mask to hide my red face.” “Do you really get embarrassed by what we do together?” “Fuck no! It just makes me horny, and you are never around when I read the stories anyway.” “Ah ha, so reading about us gets you horny, huh? So, tell me, do you ever beat one off to ‘the stories’?” “Oh you ‘motherf…,’ I’m not going to answer that so you can write about it in the journal.” “So, you can’t say ‘motherfucker’ to me?” “No, I don’t like that word.” “But you were about to call me that.” “I stopped, right? But you are an ‘asshole’, so fucking there!” He was laughing by the time ‘fucking there’ came out of his mouth. And then he said, “Wouldn’t you like to know if I cum without you, yes. Yes, I know you’d like to know. Okay, you’re going to start guessing if I don’t tell you anyway. I’m just like you when we are not together. Does that answer the question well enough?” It’s going to get lighter around here soon, count on it!

AND THE TOPICS GET PREDICTABLY LIGHTER

"So, babe, what do you think the wives will do for you tonight?” “Probably take me out for a 'big fat-ass steak' dinner. You know what? I hope they don’t.” “Really, I’d never expect that from you.” “Precisely, Sweetbabes, I’m too predictable. Maybe I can become the guy who kisses his man and doesn’t give a shit what people care from now on. How’s that for unpredictable?” “I’d say that guy really stole Marcus’ heart for real.” “So, what would you like to eat, or go to eat?” “I really don’t know, I don’t have a lot of experience other than 'fat-ass steakhouses', I guess. Tell me what you think?” “Babe, I don’t care if you have a steak, it’s your day. Maybe when we are alone together, we can work on what you think will be less predictable. I’m going to fucking tell you right now; you haven’t done one predictable thing this whole weekend. Are you really Larry?” “That makes me so happy to hear you say that; it might be my birthday, but I’m celebrating it with the man I love, too. I wanted it to be memorable for both of us, just like it was for me on your birthday.”

You can be assured we had a ton of things to tell each other on the way home, and our dicks were still out of our pants, too. To tell the truth, I don't think we thought much about that anyway. I wonder if some of the 18-wheelers got a good show on I-80, and no one was disappointed with the view!

Around Vacaville, I received a text from my wife Lisa. She asked about our ETA which I figured a little less than an hour. She came back with would we like to meet them at ‘Joe’s Crab Shack’ on the river in Old Sacramento. I asked Larry if that was cool with him. He told me to tell her we were not dressed in fresh clothes, just what we brought with us. The next text said, ‘It’s not a fancy place’, just too loud. However, he can get his favorite ‘King Crab Legs’ there. I told him and his mood just went through my ‘Sunroof’. 

I texted her back, ‘see you there in an hour! And, I love you!’ Well, I do love her, look what they give us without histrionics!

KING CRAB LEGS FOR THE BIRTHDAY BOY

We arrived at Old Sacramento ahead of time and used the parking building next to the restaurant. If you’ve never visited this ‘Old Gold Rush Days’ part of Sacramento, you should consider doing so one day. The rough cobblestone street near the riverfront is jarring to travel on, but with a little imagination on your part, and the Nineteenth Century buildings and wooden sidewalks, Mounted Police; I mean, think Old West! Maybe John Wayne in a tall cowboy hat next to the Saloon! 

Enough with the visuals, huh? We walk over to Joe’s and check-in to see if the wives had arrived. They have and were seated on the porch overlooking the Sacramento River and Docks. The upside of sitting outside, a little less noise from rowdy diners and barflies. There were hugs and kisses around, and I swear I felt a hand on my ass when I hugged Ellen. There’s nothing for Larry to worry about here, she’s a little more demonstrative than Lisa at times. Besides it kind of makes me feel sexy; the ‘kind of’ is totally missing when Larry is in the picture though. He makes me feel like a ‘Sex God!’ I hope I make him feel that way, too!

That's Larry's Crab Legs

Even outside, talking was strained; eating, drinking, and making noise is the main feature of ‘Joe’s Crab Shack’ on the River. Larry had his King Crab Legs and I had the Peel ‘n Eat Shrimp. Our wives had salads with shrimp. Food is good there, five-star quality? Come on it a chain restaurant, that’s not cheap on the wallet.

That's my Shrimp

So, nothing was said worth writing about at 'the Shack’, so we headed home in our separate cars. Only this time Lisa road home with me, and Ellen used her car to drive Larry home. Of course, home is just feet away from each other, anyway. The wives mentioned upon leaving that we can have birthday cake and coffee at home. And maybe talk about our weekend getaway. I’m thinking, ‘yeah, I want to talk about the getaway! Not without me talking to Larry first.’

In my car, Lisa asked about where we went; did we get down to Pismo or Morro Bay. I told her he didn’t want to spend most of the weekend on the road, so we chose Sausalito instead. She asked how he liked it, and if we ate at Scoma’s. I gave her some of what we saw outside of the hotel room, and that we went to eat at a restaurant that had beef too. She laughed and said she should have figured that for herself. I did tell her that he was trying to work on his predictable behavior though. Her only response, “Really!” Thankfully, she never pushed for information that I was sitting on though. Maybe, it was a ‘no-brainer’ so why ask. We arrived home in about 40 minutes, during which we listened to my SiriusXM satellite music, ‘The Bridge’ a mellow classic rock station on channel 32. Larry and I spent more time talking than listening to music this trip. Lisa and I discussed stuff going on relating to us, to fill-in the time left going home. 

As we approached home, Lisa said, “Ellen and I have a gift to present together to Larry. Just be aware, it’s going to be interesting, different than normal.” Oh, fucking thanks, interesting huh, and no more info coming. Well I guess I won’t have to wait long to find out, too. And then. She said, “Please don’t be offended by the cake decoration, it’s a little edgy this time.” Okay, double-fuck, edgy huh, what will it be ‘two guys fucking?’ Oh my God, I hope not! “Okay, so it’s a little more adult-like this time?” “Yes, I bet you might think that.”

We arrived at our driveway finally and I opened the garage door to pull the car in, and then left it open for them to enter. Lisa asked me to please take the cake in from the garage refrigerator. The cake box was slightly open, and I could see ‘Star Wars’ crossed Lightsabers both in blue color as the decoration. Whew, that’s not adult, cool! And then I think, what’s adult about that, but I put it out of mind. And proceeded to the kitchen and make a pot of my Jamaican Coffee for all of us.

It was only minutes later that Ellen and Larry arrived and joined us in the kitchen. I told them the coffee will be ready soon, and Ellen asked if I saw the cake yet. I told her not really but got a tiny sneak peek since the box was not taped shut. “So, you didn’t see the theme of the cake, huh?” “No.” I lied; I’m not going to spoil the Star Wars Theme for them. Apparently, the theme of the cake decorations have something to do with their gift, I guess.

TIME FOR THE WIVES GIFT TO LARRY

Remember, my wife Lisa told me the gift will be interesting and different, and so far, I see no wrapped presents in sight, not even a card. Maybe they will repeat my birthday by getting naked and do a dance for us, or maybe a sexy strip show instead. Well, neither so far. Ellen asked if Lisa had any birthday candles in house, and she told her, “not that many!” I’m sure there’s room for 53 candles on the cake, but I’d hate to see him run out of breath trying to blow them out! Haha. I got up from my chair to pour the ready coffee, and the girls got up for the plates and forks. My babe just sat there waiting to enjoy his gifts, whatever they were.

Birthday Cake with Attitude!

As the cake was lifted out of the box and onto a cake plate, Larry saw the Star Wars Theme and got as excited as a kid. “Look, it’s a R2D2 cake with Lightsaber, too!” Obviously, as a lifelong Star Wars fan, it was a perfect themed cake for him! As he was checking out the decorations around the cake, I caught something interesting. Maybe I was reacting to what Lisa had said earlier. I poked Larry gently in his ribs with my elbow to get his attention without making a scene, and whispered. “Larry, check out the Lightsaber.” His response was, “Pretty cool, huh?” Oh, come on buddy, I'm thinking, look at the Lightsaber handles! “Check out the handles of the sabers.” “What the hell? It’s a cock with balls!” I’m thinking, oh please break out laughing and don’t get defensive about the joke. Well, he must have caught my vibe, because he laughed loudly and just said without censoring himself, “The fucking Lightsaber handles look like cocks and balls! Was that on purpose for real, or did someone at the bakery play a joke?” 

I thought that was a great comeback and was something like I might have said, if it happened to me. Now the wives could blame the bakery if the joke backfired. Brilliant, lover boy, you’re learning well! Well, the wives planned it, perhaps I should say, Ellen directed this play. Now let’s see what she has in mind next for him. Or, us? 

Larry asked them about their thinking on the 'dick and balls handles' for the Lightsabers. (Man, I’m loving this dude more and more by the minute.) It’s nice to take the back seat once in a while with shit like this. I’m really am enjoying him in roles he’s avoided for years. I hope you know I’m going to gush all over him later about this new role he’s adopting tonight. Maybe it’s directly related to him wanting to add ‘Larry’ as his middle name?

Ellen answered the question and added a lot more content than either one of us expected. “Marcus this is for you too.” Okay, my name got thrown into this; I’m listening. Ellen was struggling a little and looked to my Lisa for support if she needed it. I could see they we’re together by checking their faces. “Okay guys, if you think this is going to easy, it’s not. Maybe if I go back a few years, it will make more sense.” Oh my God, ‘Marcus’ is rubbing off on everyone. I hope this won’t be an all-night affair. “Larry when we moved here, I started to see a big change in you, it was wonderful seeing you happy and not in a funk. It was that way for years with you. It took me long to connect your coffee times with Markie, and your mood changes. But over the years, I don’t know what happened to you guys; less time together, and more foul moods were showing back up.” 

Well guys, I haven’t talked about this with you, because it is ancient history for us, (before last March). However, she’s not lying, things between us were getting stranger, and his homophobic crap was at its height. It’s no wonder we spent less time together. “Sweetheart, your moods were hard on me, so, I started talking to Lisa about you and me. We talked many times about this, and I found myself relying on her for emotional support. Lisa was my rock then and now. I’ve seen you through the darkest periods of your life; I didn’t know if I could do that again.” Larry is getting very emotional and teary-eyed, and was trying to apologize, but his words were broken. And don’t think I’m not a wreck myself, because I’m getting there fast. Lisa is still the rock in the room now. 

“Lisa told me that Markie, you were acting a little distant, too. Obviously, there was a connection that was off for you two. So, we decided to help you guys. Remember your trip to the lake last Spring? Once we found out you guys might like to go, who helped you get ready. And, that trip to Big Sur, we couldn’t get you guys there fast enough. You need each other! You fix each other!” Okay now we are all crying, how could we not know we had their support. Stupid us, big burly guys, maybe just muscle heads. They knew more about us than we knew about us.

After a few minutes, I spoke up to them for us. “How did you know what we needed to get better? How did we not know you were helping us get there?” My wife Lisa, my common sense half, added another note to the score. “Guys, this is not easy to admit to you, but Ellen and I were relying upon each other almost daily for support. Well, we kind of fell in love with each other. We didn’t plan this, please understand.” Oh, I understand it perfectly, the falling in love part; I didn’t plan that either. I had to ask though, even if I don’t like the answer. “Is there a time when all this happened between you two?” The answer was not what I thought it would be, and I’m now fearing how Larry will react. “It’s been years, but we haven’t stopped loving you guys, ever. And, in the past few months we couldn’t love you guys more. Everyone is happy most of the time. However, when you guys are apart too long, happy kind of disappears for a while.” This time it was Ellen who picked up the conversation. “Guys, we weren’t born yesterday, we know you two are not just playing cards when you’re away together. We don’t play card either. It’s okay to love each other, look at what we get back. Lisa and I haven’t been this happy in years, and look at you two, could you be any more right for each other?”

Ellen explained the penis sabers for us. “I wanted the sabers to both be blue, no opposition, and the sexy handles was our way of letting you know, we know, and that has made all of us happy.” Lisa jumped in with, “Now, this is only between the four of us; no kids, no friends, no nothing gets out of this room about any of this, agreed?” That was an easy four Ayes! However, my poor babe is still looking like a deer in the headlights. Looks like Ellen is getting more liberal, maybe Larry next?

Then there was the gift, nothing wrapped, nothing expected. Ellen took up the subject of his present. “Sweetheart, I watched you and Markie tonight at dinner, I know love when I see it, and it was on display tonight. So, Lisa and I have talked about this some, but it’s something we all have to agree upon. Would you like to spend tonight here with Marc? Lisa and I are good with staying at our house tonight. We’ve been doing that this whole weekend.”

I fully expected Larry to roll up into a ball and roll under the couch after that. But ‘Mr. I don’t want to be predictable’, said. “Yes, I would. I think we have a lot to talk about. Is that okay with you Marc?” I wanted to say ‘abso-fucken-lutely’, but chose, ‘sure, if you’d like to, Larry’; did I just turn into Mr. Conservative. My babe is turning into a second Marcus! That ought to be ‘interesting!’

Watching them off to Larry's house.

The wives chimed in together, “Then it’s settled for tonight; we can work out the details later. We hope this was a very special birthday for you Sweetie: you too, Markie!” We got our good night kisses from them as they walked out through the garage and over to Larry’s house. As they walk down the driveway, I put my hand on his shoulder to give him the support he seemed to need at the moment. He pulled me closer to him with his arm around my waist; and sighed. 

When they made the left turn out of my driveway to his front door, I put down the garage door and turned to hug the birthday boy before heading inside.

ITS TIME FOR OUR GOODNIGHTS

Larry joined me in the kitchen to cleanup the cups and plates from coffee and birthday cake. I wrapped the left-over cake and put it in the refrigerator. It didn’t take long for Larry to begin hanging onto me with his arm around my neck, which eventually dropped down to my butt cheek. He said, “Don’t you think the dick and ball handles on the Lightsabers were too small to be us?” I laughed because he was right; oh babe, way smaller than I am right now. You wanna check it out?” I guess he did because that’s where his free hand went to next. My hand had a better idea though, as it slid inside the front of his jeans. Larry sucked his belly in to make sure I found what I was searching for, too. I fixed his dick for him while I was in the neighborhood; it was the least I could do for it. Poor thing struggling to point in the right direction with constricting jeans all around it!

We headed to my bedroom, arm in arm once more today; this time with fucking spousal permission! When we got to the Master Bedroom, I noticed a hand-printed notecard Lisa had placed on the bed for me to read. It read, ‘I changed the sheets for you, on Saturday after you left. I’ve been sleeping over at Ellen’s. Please make the bed! ;-)’ I showed the note to Larry and he said, “Our first To-Do from her!” We skipped the laugh for the most passionate kiss yet, (we had a lot of these this weekend), after all it’s still his birthday, and it’s not that late.

HIS BIRTHDAY TAKEAWAY 

I’m going to end the birthday finale now with, “WHAT THE FUCK!”; because life has just got way more interesting for us. I’m sure there will be some alluring stuff to write about again one day! Unpredictable and horny were the key words for this whole weekend! I don’t know if we will ever have another quite like it. Although, if I play my cards right before midnight, I might have my first ‘three-peat’ to log! That might be both horny and unpredictable! Be still my heart! ❤️ 

Marcus

Our journal continues in Chapter 61:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/01/ch-61-free-to-be-us.html