CH 61 FREE TO BE US
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| There will be a time and a place for us |
Hi Guys,
It’s a new year and decade and an even newer freedom to be us! Perhaps you’d like an update as to what Larry and I have been up to since Larry’s birthday. A few weeks have flown past us since my birthday boy turned 53-years-old. For various reasons, it took a long time for me to finish the chapters. One reason, I wanted it to be perfect and something my Babe would love to read, as often as he liked. Another reason, if you got this far with us, you deserve my best attempt at writing as well. I hope you understand my relationship with you is very important to me. You’ve watched us grow into the men I feel, we’re meant to be, and a lot of that has come from the letters you’ve sent me with advice and support. I’ll always be cognizant of the fact that we are both still very green in our relationship; however, that’s not a bad thing. Okay, enough on that for now.
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| This month Bros Gone Rogue reached 100 Countries |
This chapter’s posting covers some of the things I thought might give you a snapshot of Larry and me over the past few weeks since his birthday. That said, I bet you’d like to know what’s been going on between the four of us since the close of the last chapter. It’s been very good between us; although different, challenging and has included various levels of horniness for Larry and me. Has it been smooth sailing? For the most part, there have been some bumps in the road along the way, but we’re finding how to deal with them as we go. Are the bumps worthy of writing about? I’ll let you decide as you read this chapter.
SO, WHAT’S NEW WITH US?
I guess a good answer to a ‘What’s New’ would be, what’s not? To be fair, the Holidays came and went, Larry and Ellen’s kids and their families visited them for over a week close to Christmas. My son and his family visited us a week earlier and stayed for four days before spending a couple of days in San Francisco. They returned to Denver for that Snowy Christmas they love. Brrrrr. My daughter and Lisa’s kids did not visit, but there were lots of FaceTiming on our iPhones. I’d love to have a time when both Larry and Ellen’s kids and Lisa and my kids could get together for one big blowout visit. Between both houses, we can hold everyone. And then I think, how do I revert to believing that Larry is just my best friend and neighbor. Of course, no one knows anything different; it’ll be back on us to act that way in front of them, and that will be hard, but we have years of practice!
If you have read the birthday chapters, we did start what I suggested for our work mornings. I think you’ll be proud of me, too! No more sleeping-in late, although that’s a bitch! Especially, since I had to stay up late to write those three birthday chapters. To refresh your memory, I asked Larry to come over for coffee and ‘me’ before work; enticing him by offering our favorite coffee. He needed to come over after the wives left for work. We did our best to get as much‘us time’ as we could.
THERE ARE BENEFITS FOR GETTING UP EARLY
First of all, getting up early meant I could make my wife Lisa’s breakfast and a large pot of coffee for all of us, too. I can tell you that has changed her morning attitude drastically. I bet they love her at work now! Since the local weather has dipped down to require the heater to be on in the morning, you’d notice my semi-naked body is now wearing some silky dark blue PJ bottoms whenever leaving our bedroom. Sometimes when it’s really cold in the house, I’ll put on a shirt too! I know, weird huh? Ha-ha. Just know, I cannot stand wearing clothes to bed. The PJ bottoms I’m wearing outside of our bedroom are mostly for Lisa’s visual benefit; because she bought them for me. Personally, I don’t know what happened to the PJ’s top though; maybe it ended up in one of her many drawers, for herself.
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| The times Larry and I are intimate |
To be true to Larry’s ideal of no longer hiding stuff, well, my ideal, too; the wives know of our early morning coffee dates at our place. I mean, why not tell them, they know that Larry and I are intimate at times. Just what that might be is strictly in their imaginations though; neither one of us are ready to give them the down and dirty of what really goes on between us. Probably will never reveal that, too. Good!
There have been a few times when Larry came over for coffee while Lisa was still here. He always kisses her on the cheek when greeting and she returns the gesture. That’s how close we still are as best friends. That whole sneaking around thing is pretty much over for us; but with its demise went that adrenaline rush of getting caught. It’s what’s new with us now, but I’ll give up that old rush for the real rush he gives me once his hands let loose on my body.
The first few days of morning coffee after the wives were gone; went as most of you probably figured; someone’s dick is going to be in play. Fucking is not going to be a regular part of this arrangement unless Larry is taking the morning or day off. My schedule is always, well mostly always, flexible. I’m hoping for that morning when we will always be free to be us. It will come one day; we just don’t know when.
This morning was just one more in a row of like mornings. I’m not going to say, boring, because that will never be the case with us. But today, as we sat at the kitchen table having coffee, Larry reached over and put his hand on top of mine. He’s done that before; yeah, we both have. But today he looked right into my eyes with those incredible blue eyes of his and said, “Sweetbabes, are you happy doing this with me every morning? I know you’re not an early riser.” “Of course,” I answered, “I couldn’t be happier unless I could wake up with you lying next to me.” “Yeah, wouldn’t that make it sweet? Maybe that will be us one day. But I just wanted to check-in with you to be sure.” I didn’t answer him; I just got up from my chair and kissed him my answer. By the time we finished kissing my dick was poking out of my PJ’s fly.
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| Larry thinks my PJ's look better now |
Larry looking down at my exposed dick and asked jokingly, “Did I do that to you?” Again, no immediate answer from me, just laughter; however, my right-hand reached down to his seated crotch to see how his was doing. I’m sure you’ve figured correctly. Larry said, “Sweetbabes, that dick head of yours poking out has finally made those fucking PJ’s of yours look good on you!” And then added he couldn’t wait until it got warm enough again to find me the way he likes to see me. “Hey Larry! Look no problem!” And I kicked off the PJ’s and watched them land over near the refrigerator. I was duly rewarded by my babe, and he hadn’t even finished his coffee yet. He grabbed my freed dick and told me it was time for my reward. I was sorry he didn’t get that ‘dinky starter dick’ to suck on today though; It’s way beyond that now. My horny dick was more than willing to give up its breakfast protein for him, and pretty damn quick, too! I helped it along by imagining I was in bed fucking him; it worked fantastically!
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| Don't know about you, I just like looking at this! |
I knew that trying to get him naked with me; was just not a realistic option for these mornings. I’d have his ass in bed with me in a flash! Moreover, we learned a very important lesson several days ago, too. If I plan on letting him cum before leaving for work, which I like to do for him, take his fucking pants off! No sucking through open fly’s! Relax, there was no zipper damage.
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| Sorry Babe, never again! |
I must take the heat for not sucking the last remaining drops of cum out of him good enough; I thought I did, but his slacks eventually found the last drops for us. The poor guy didn’t notice soon enough and had to return home to change. Okay, I’m going to own this one for you babe, and make sure that never happens again. I’m glad he wasn’t pissed at me.
WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE DEEP-SEA FISHING TRIP TO CABO?
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| Marlin off Cabo San Lucas, Mexico |
This is a sorry point for me to talk about here in the journal. You might remember I wanted to gift Larry the dream trip of his life; deep-sea fishing off Cabo San Lucas, Mexico for his 53rd birthday. We’d fly down to San Jose Del Cabo and check into a hotel there. And then, the next day he’d be out to sea looking forward to hooking a Marlin or whatever was allowed. I’m not a fisherman, but I’d take some Dramamine to fend off any possible seasickness in the smaller ocean-going vessel.
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| This is Larry's Dream Picture |
And then, my boss got involved and wanted us to wait so we could join him for his January 80th birthday in San Jose Del Cabo. He would fly us down there with him, let us use his condo, and he’d arrange a charter fishing boat for us. He was going to spend a couple of days with his lady friend while we were using his condo. Well, that was the new plan, but it’s not what I or Larry wanted to do.
When Larry and I were celebrating his real birthday in Sausalito, he told me that spending time with me in Cabo, would have been great, but not if we had to remain distant to each other. My boss has not been a sympathetic man to the LGBTQ Community, and that’s being kind to him. He thinks people choose to be gay; no, he knows that to be true! I chose to play ‘straight married’ for decades, but I had a good idea what was under my hood. I don’t think any straight guy chooses to play ‘gay’. You are who you are. Now I’m pretty sure my babe is coming to the same conclusion on his own.
My boss and his now departed wife had taken up the roll of our parents, (they were great friends of my parents), when my sister and I tragically lost ours a long time ago. He encouraged me to get the proper education to join his company years ago. I was a high school art teacher at the time, struggling to stay afloat with my young family and first wife. The writing was on the wall. Teaching was my passion and our impending financial ruin as well. I already had my master’s degree in Art Education but went back to take some classes that he suggested and was hired after I finished my teaching contract. Now some twenty years later, I help run his company. And if you read Chapter 56, I have some serious decisions to make soon. I’m sure I’ll be blabbing all about that to you one day, too.
My boss allows me to call him ‘Pops’ when we are together, but not in our professional roles. I had to tell him his gracious gift had to be declined; I thought I’d use the excuse that Larry just couldn’t get the time off, but it was a Friday to Sunday timeframe. So, I had to come up with something better. I asked Larry for an excuse that made sense to him, especially if he got questioned in a future meeting. Actually, it was easy and not a lie because his company is involved with several builds. Weekends might be included in the work schedules and no personal time off unless for health concerns. That works for me!
My ‘Pops’ was very disappointed with the news and ultimately cancelled the trip for himself, too. Now I’m feeling like shit! Man, that’s an important birthday; he’s going to be 80-years-old and the man is still actively heading up his own company. He could pass for 70 easily; maybe younger. Well, he is considering retirement finally. I know I have to do something special for him, and I wanted Larry and Ellen to be a part of the celebration. I’m very sure I don’t want to write a whole chapter about this and a whole new branch to add to our journal. So, I’ll tell you we had a special dinner at home for him with the four of us. And we all tried to convinced him to take that trip to meet his lady friend in San Jose del Cabo, Mexico. Take some needed weeks off; I could take over the helm for him while he would be gone. But I also told him he belongs at the helm of his company; I’ll always have his back. I did get his approval to let me continue working from home and make unscheduled trips to the office. And then, promote a few deserving people to more challenging positions. What do you give to a man who needs nothing, freedom to be just free.
POPS CELEBRATES HIS 80TH BIRTHDAY WITH US
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| Sartu di Riso |
I discussed ’Pops’ coming 80th birthday with everyone and we all decided, we’d give him a special party to remember. Our wives designed the family dinner around a dish Lisa learned how to make from Food Network Chef, Giada de Laurentiis’s. It’s going to be a meatball stuffed ‘Sartu di Riso’, an Italian baked rice dish for the Entrée, Caesar Salad with my special homemade dressing, and individual Chocolate Melting Cakes as dessert from Ellen, instead of a birthday cake. His will have a candle though. And enough Merlot wine flowing to see if Ellen gets ‘frisky’. [Sorry Larry, I had to say that.]
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| My boss and handsome Pops |
Pops arrived dressed in one of his custom-tailored suits, silk tie, polished shoes; I think the man owns nothing casual to wear. I told him he could ditch the jacket and loosen his tie and roll up his shirt sleeves, just like us. He’s always family in our home. It was nice to see him relax and get into his party mode. At least the wives didn’t make him wear a party hat; but they did buy him a Tuberose Flower Lei from Hawaii to wear though. (It had such a beautiful and intoxicating smell.) ‘Pops’ is a big flirt, too! Instead of hanging with me and Larry in the family room, (we were kicked out of the kitchen, in case you’re wondering); he was hanging with the wives in the kitchen. According to our wives, he watched everything that was going on in the kitchen and gave out a lot of compliments. Later at dinner time he insisted that the girls sat on either side of him, too! Maybe turning 80 gives you that boost you need in confidence; but maybe I’m finally seeing the real ‘Pops’ in action. Man, he was suave and debonair to the max! Lisa and Ellen were eating up everything he was dishing out, too. (Maybe they felt safe? Oh, that was a nasty thing to say!)
We had dinner in our formal dining room with the expansion leaves used on the table; lots of elbow room tonight. I poured the wine, Larry’s San Pellegrino sparkling water, and offered a short birthday toast. I figured there would be many more to come throughout dinner and dessert. I was right. ‘Pops’ first toast was to the wives gorgeous appearance. And his second was for Larry and me; two handsome men being lucky enough to catch two beauties for mates. I guess that was nice. I can’t wait to hear what he’ll have to say when he finds out about the real Larry and Marcus! (I can wait!)
Every part of our meal brought up new toasts from him that certainly kept the wine flowing! He had nice things to say about Larry and Ellen and was so happy they were able to join him for his birthday, too. He’s met them several times before in larger gatherings, but this might have been his first almost one-on-one with them. Ellen is a sweetheart but ply her with red wine and she’s a big flirt, too! Now we have two big flirts at the dinner table. Nothing serious happened; nothing was said about Larry and me as well. Good, I hope it stays that way! Once coffee and the Melting Chocolate Cakes were served, it got really friendly at the table, and the talk got much looser. (Don’t worry our dicks are still safe!)
There’s no question, either I drive my boss home, or he’ll occupy one of our guest bedrooms tonight. Pops said, “Is it hot in here, or just me?” The wine had taken its toll on him. He took his loosened tie completely off, unbuttoned a couple more shirt buttons, exposing a very hairy patch of white chest hair, and then started to roll his sleeves up as far as he could. It looks like my ‘Pops’ is about as hairy as my babe. Why don’t I remember that about him? Maybe he’s always dressed for business. Maybe, he’s a lot like my dad was, and I just ignored it. I’ll tell you who didn’t ignore it tonight; come on you know the answer, Larry! Pops could have been his hirsute father!
Pops has a full head of beautiful wavy white hair, and his body hair caught up to the color change as well. A very striking figure of a man. Larry seemed so much more comfortable around Pops in his relaxed state. Maybe he looked 30 years into the future and was finally good with what he saw. I suggested that the girls ignore the kitchen cleanup because I’d do it later. But they insisted the three of us handsome men head for the family room or build a fire in the living room fireplace tonight. Larry volunteered to build a fire for us. As we left the formal dining room, Pops put his exposed hairy forearm around my shoulder as we headed to the living room. He softly told me how proud he was of me and the friends I cultivated, but mostly for giving him such a nice birthday evening.
Pops and I sat in a couple of Wingback chairs where I had something to tell him. “Pops, I want you to go to visit your lady friend in Cabo for as long as you like. I’ll take the helm until you get back home to us.” And then I told him, “I’m sorry we couldn’t make it down there with you for your birthday this year. Maybe another time.” What I heard back from him caught me off guard. “Marcus, you wanted to just celebrate his birthday alone, am I right?” “Why would you say that?” “Maybe I’m older and wiser now, and I’m not insensitive, my son.” “Pops, you called me son; did you mean to say that?” “Marcus, why do you think I let you call me ‘Pops’? We couldn’t have kids, you know that. I couldn’t be prouder of any man to call my son, than I am of you.” Okay if you think there’s a non-bleary eye between us, there wasn’t. I’m pretty sure Larry overheard some of our conversation and was hanging near the fireplace to give us the time to talk privately.
I thought I better lighten up the conversation some with a compliment for him and give him a request, too. “Pops, to change the subject, you are so lucky to have all your hair at 80 and it’s beautifully white, too.” “I’d thank you, but I don’t think I had anything to do about that though.” We both laughed, and then told him. “I know what I want you to do for me in Mexico.” “Should I be afraid to ask?” “Thanks for thinking I had the guts to say something like that to you though! No, I’ve never seen you other than clean shaven. Would you grow a beard for me? Your ‘son’? I bet it will grow in as gorgeous as your hair.” “So, you really want me to do that, huh? I’ve never wanted to deal with facial hair; however, you two have grown really nice-looking beards. What if it gets all itchy? I’ve heard guys complain about that.” “If it does itch, it’s only for a day or two and you can soften it with hair oils. So, would you do that for me?” “We’ll see. But if I do, should I trim it like you guys? I don’t want people to think I’m trying to be a young buck again.” “Oh, Pops, that’s not going make you look vain! But I bet you’ll really be fighting off all the single lady’s.” “Why would I be fighting them off?” I got the biggest smile, no, the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on him. I think my Pops just erased 20-years off himself in the process, too.
Pops called Larry over to sit with us, and said he’d like to tell us a story. “Fellows, let me tell you about my lady friend, Sarah; she’s not as old as me yet, but we go back a very long time. When we were a part of the ‘love generation’ in San Francisco.” (He made me immediately think back to the hippy generation and now I’m having a hard time picturing him that young, and without a beard.) “You see, her husband Harvey, was my very best friend in the world. Man, can I tell you stories, but maybe some other time. I can’t remember a time when we weren’t best buddies. Our wives were such good friends, too.”
And then he added, “I have a feeling all four of you are very much like we were back then.” Larry added, “Yes sir, we are all great friends.” “Yes, I can see that; Marcus you care very much about Larry as your brother too, right? And you, Larry?” We both answered together, “Yes sir, very much so.” “Guys, at my age, I’ve lost so many dear friends over the years, but when I lost my dear buddy Harv, my world mostly collapsed. I poured myself into my work and excluded many from my personal life. And then, when my wife passed on, I thought I lost everything.” “I’m sorry Pops, I do remember the times you seemed withdrawn from us.”
Pops continued, “One day I got a call from Sarah, Harv’s widow, it had been so many years since I heard her voice; I knew in a second, it was her. She had relocated to Mexico upon Harvey’s passing; it was their favorite place to visit. You know, on that call, she invited me to visit her sometime, imagine that!” Larry asked, “Did you visit her?” “Oh yes, gentlemen, I certainly did. We had so much to catch up on. And, she still looked beautiful, just like always. I think she was okay on how old looking I got to be; you know we’re not kids anymore.”
We both asked him more about his visits and how often they saw each other. And, maybe too many personal questions, because they didn’t get answered. You know guys, for several minutes he made us forget the generation gap between us. But he added something we didn’t ask of him. “It’s strange, but when I’m with her, I’m really with my dear old buddy; I have never stopped loving him. I think about him all the time. Do you believe in an afterlife? I hope there’s one.”
“So, Pops, is that why you bought the condo down there?” “Not really, I’ve had it for years. The four of us visited there often. She bought a condo there because she loved Cabo as well. She knew Harvey’s heart belonged there.” You have to know I’m bursting to know if Pops and Harv were like Larry and me, but that’s just none of my business. I bet they had something between them though. If Pops wants me to know, he’ll tell me. But I could see how much Harvey meant to him, because he was all watery-eyed talking about him. Now I flashed back to those first several years with Larry and his homophobic rants to cover his real feelings. OMG, is ‘Pops’ doing the same thing with his ‘Guys choose to be gay crap!’ I don’t want to deal with that kind of shit ever again! I don’t care if he’s gay and hiding it! I still love‘Pops’!
The wives came to join us in the living room; Larry’s fire is awesome looking and the three of us were finished chatting privately. Larry had a bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne he’s regifting to him. Not everyone knows that Larry’s sober for a reason; maybe he’ll share the expensive champagne with Sarah. I painted a digital portrait of him and presented it framed and gave him a Thumb Drive with my paintings and his portrait to show anyone he might like to share it with. The wives beautiful dinner and flirting was their present. He had one last toast in him and then asked if I’d drive him home. Of course, I would, I asked Larry to follow us in my car since I’ll be driving Pops home in his car. Pops gave everyone a kiss on each cheek; yup, Larry and me too. And softly sang “Happy Birthday to me…” as he was carefully escorted out my front door to his car. He doesn’t live too far from us, but I’m glad he asked to be driven home.
AT POPS PLACE
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| ’Pops' is down for the night |
I walked him into his house and Larry followed us in. Fortunately, Pops downsized Senior Living Condo is also one story, no stairs! I told him to put his arm over my shoulder while I put my arm around his waist to lead him to his bedroom. “Let me help you with your shoes Pops, as I sat him on his bed. Larry had turned down the covers before I sat him down. Pops was really looking and acting very sleepy. So, I helped him out of his jacket, pants and shirt as well. Larry hung them on a suit-rack in the room for him. Thankfully, he’s not a commando freak like us; I’m not sure how we both would react to that. I tucked him into bed and left a bathroom light on since I don’t know his nighttime routine. He might have to go pee, but neither one of us were willing to ask him. Talk about fucking cowards, huh? Nah, I think it’s more of a respect thing. I’m not concerned; guys are used to getting up often to pee at night.
On the way home I let Larry continue to drive my car, and after a quiet spell, he asked me. “Sweetbabes, do you think I’ll look like him, if I get to be 80?” I knew that was coming sooner or later. I said, “If you are so lucky. Pops, is a very handsome mature man; and he’s aging very well; you, my buddy, will always be gorgeous!” That might not be the answer Larry was looking for, but it’s what I think.
LARRY KNOWS SOMETHING I DON’T
“Sweetbabes, I bet I know something you don’t know about me.” “Really, you holding out on me?” Of course, I was smiling and curious, “What’s that babe?” He brought up the time we went to the lake cabin back in March. It was about our first time being naked on that hike together. I can’t imagine what I might have missed writing about in that inaugural Chapter about us.
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| Let's face it, we both got what we wanted! |
“Do you remember that first naked hike up at the lake?” “It’s burnt into my fucken memory, babe.” “I was always way ahead of you on the trail, and had to stop, call you out as an old man, and let you catch up to me.” “Yes, I’m painfully aware of how much younger and athletic you are than me.” He started laughing and kept it up before he told me why he was laughing. Personally, it was a little intimidating watching my hunky Bro show me up on my long-time fantasy of hiking naked in the woods. After he contained his laughter, mostly because I wasn’t laughing along with him, I was just showing him my strained smile. “Sweetbabes, I was doing that on purpose to you.” “Oh sure, fucking rub it in some more.” “No, no, it’s nothing like that at all. Don’t you remember me telling you, that you were the first guy I ever got to spend time with naked?” “Maybe, but I don’t think I totally buy that; I can’t even imagine how that could be. What about high school or college gym showers, or in the close quarters of the Coast Guard Cutters?” “I guess one day I’ll have to tell you; maybe.” “Okay, then what’s the story?”
“When we were in the cabin just before we were heading out for our hike, I don’t know why, I guess I felt safe with you, and I wanted to experience the fantasy you talked about on the drive up here, too. So, when I looked up and saw you completely naked, I figured I made a good call on that choice.” “I never knew; no idea you’d even think about joining me if I asked you. I’ve lived with questions about that trip for months; how we got from point A to point B so quickly, just alluded me.” “Well Sweetbabes, I can tell you more stuff I’ve never told you before.” “What brought all this old stuff up today?” “I don’t know myself, just stuff I’ve lived with for quite a while now. Maybe I’m getting chatty like you now!” “So, that’s a bad thing?”
So, Larry told me what his reaction was to being completely naked with me for the very first time. “It was a rush thinking about the hike, not bringing anything to protect us except shoes. How will we handle running into other hikers? And then I looked you over; my best friend was finally naked with me and was really turning me on that day.” “Well, I was enjoying the view you were giving me as well, you know.” “Yeah, but you had shaved balls, low hanging sexy shaved balls, and I was fascinated with them. I wanted to touch them so bad, but we didn’t have any history like that yet. So I made a point of getting ahead of you often on the hike so I could watch you catching up to me. It was the best time I ever had; I got to watch your dick bouncing around, and those big low hanging naked balls of yours were swinging. You were so much fucking eye-candy for me. And, I was scared to tell you what was going on in my head.” I’m really enjoying hearing stuff like this for the first time from him. We certainly have kept a lot of stuff buried from each other over the years; I’m happy it’s getting out in the open finally.
What do you say when your best friend in the world tells you stuff like that? Something stupid like, “So, you really liked seeing me naked, huh?” “I’m not even going to answer that one; you know better.” “I know, but that was so fun to hear you say, and to know you even felt that way, back then. I bet you think you’re the only one that had a great view back then. Guess who’s cute ass I was watching catching up to you?”
Larry said he still comes out ahead with his story though. He told me about something he never forgot that I told him. It was maybe several years ago while I was visiting him in the hospital for his burst appendix. On the third or fourth day, when he was capable of walking on his own to the bathroom, he didn’t bother tying the hospital gown in back on purpose. “You told me I had a ‘cute white ass!’ I don’t know if I said anything to you back then, but I was glad you were watching what I was showing you. So, I know you were watching me hiking ahead of you, and I was giving you a great show, too.”
All I could think to say to him was, “So, you never forgot my ass comment, huh? If you showed me your dick, can you imagine what you’d be remembering instead?” That got the best horny laughter of the morning from both of us!
BACK TO THAT DAMN ‘GROWER’ THING AT THE FITNESS GYM
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| Me standing up for all the growers; those two are checking who's bigger! |
I had some free time available to me recently when no one else had any to share. So, I decided to go to the gym to work out for a while. I haven’t done that much lately, maybe I’m getting all the workout I need with my babe, huh? So, I brought it up in conversation with him, and told him how I felt so much better afterwards. I should have remembered my history of gripe sessions I’ve had with him about the penis trip I go through in the locker room though. “Sweetbabes, that crazy ‘grower’ thing you get hung up on; how’d it go for you this time?” “Do you really want to know?” “Oh oh, what happened?” “You’re going to be proud of me, I bet.” “I’m always your biggest fan, so, tell me already!”
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| Me changing with my workout partner |
“Well, after my sweaty workout I decided to finish with a shower like usual, but today when I was at my locker getting out of my workout clothes, I thought about what you told me.” “Yeah? Go on.” “After I undressed, I reached in for my soap, shampoo and my towel. You know I usually wear the towel around my middle to the shower room. I looked around the room and there were only a few guys there; one of which was a guy who worked out beside me on the floor. So, I got brave and decided to take your advice and put my towel over my fucking shoulder instead of around my waist! And I walked into the shower room just like those long-dong guys do!” “You did that, really?” “You bet I did!” “I’m so proud of you Marc, you really listened to me. I bet you felt free, huh?” “Oh, there’s more, babe!” “Really?” “The guy that worked out beside me that day, is built a lot like me; kind of shy when in the locker room, too. I’ve seen him wear a towel into the shower room like a lot of the guys do. I had my back to him when I left my locker, so I wasn’t watching him at all. When I turned into the shower room and looked back into the locker room, I saw him strip off the towel he had around his middle and put it over his shoulder, too. Isn’t that cool, I bet I gave him the guts to do that.” “So, did he try to come on to you in the showers?” “No! Why would you think that?” “Well, he did copy what you did, right? And followed your ‘cute tight ass’ into the shower room, right?” “Yes.” “Seems like he was liking what he was seeing.” “Are you jealous? You are, aren’t you?” “NO! Well maybe, a little.” “That’s so fucking cool, nobody was ever jealous over me before.” “I’m not jealous!” “Oh please, be jealous, for crying out loud! I just said no one was ever jealous over me, weren’t you listening?” “Man, you are really needy today! I think you need some fucking sack time with me!” “Ya think? Huh? So, you were a little jealous, right?” “I think I need to go with you next time, to keep an eye on this guy.” He’s jealous, I just know it. 😜
NOW, IT’S DIALING FOR ANSWERS, MARCUS STYLE
Now that we both know just how horny we both were, going into that first road trip, I’m wondering if he would have taken the lead himself, if I hadn’t myself in his truck. So, I put the question to him. “Babe, if we could rewind that trip to the lake cabin, and I never did anything to stimulate some action, would you have taken that role?” “That’s a hard question. If we were like we are now, it would be a race to see who’d start first. Maybe it’d be a tie.” “Ha ha, I agree with the tie. What’s ‘hard’ about it for you?” “I don’t know, I wasn’t that sure about what was in your head back then. I hope I would have had the guts to start something. However, I did get naked for the hike without being asked, that ought to count for something!”
I remember hardly sleeping the night before our planned trip. I dreamed of spending some alone time with him for years. All those one to two-hour coffee dates were just teasers of what could be, if someone just pushed us. And, I knew going into the trip that I’d start something if he didn’t first. If it was the end of a Bro relationship, so be it. I don’t think either one of us were getting much from our times out for coffee any longer.
What I remember from that trip to the lake cabin was a refreshed relationship, we were getting back to what we had years earlier. We were joking and ball bashing each other, and I could tell he was excited about the trip. “So, Babe I could sense your mood was back to one of having fun with me again. If you were to take the first step, what would you have done to get me onboard with you?” “You’re not going to give up the ghost on this, huh?” “I’m just trying to get into your head for the time I have left with you this morning. It’s nothing important, I guess.” “Oh fuck, don’t say it that way, now I’m the bad guy.” “Yup, that you are!” “Fucker!” “Was that a request?” “Asshole!” “Again, are you requesting?” “Trust me, if we had the time, you’d find out! So, I better answer, or I’ll never get to work today. I wanted the two of us to get physical, if you hadn’t started, I’m pretty sure I would have somehow. However, I’d be watching you nervously to see if you were okay with any of it.”
“Thanks babe see I liked that answer. Would you like to do that trip again one day?” “Fuck yeah! But I bet it wouldn’t be as great as the first time.” “Why not?” “Obviously, everything we did was the first time for both of us. Maybe there’d be no real adrenaline rush for us the next time.” “That’s deep babe! So, it’s no return trip for us?” “Not at all, I didn’t say that. We’d just need to add something new to do or find a different cabin. What about tent camping?” I about choked getting my voiced reaction back to him, “No, nope, nada, I’m fucking through with the roughing shit! I’m way the fuck over that. Give me a trailer, RV, cabin, anything but a fucking tent! I’d want everything to be just like it was back in March; only this time, it’s going to be who does who first! Haha.” Larry mostly agreed with me, but I think he’s a tent guy. Maybe if he twists my arm, or something else, I might reconsider my tent stance. The adrenaline could come from some other angle, I guess.
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| The lake dudes |
I immediately flashed back to one of the times we were boating on the lake and wanted to bring it up to him. “Babe, remember those naked guys we met while boating on the lake? I can’t remember their names right now; but they owned a cabin up there.” “Oh yeah, I remember; hard to forget being caught naked in front of strangers. You wrote their names in the chapter, or did you make up names for them?” I laughed at my lack of memory about them. I kind of remember one of them had a really long dick though. I think my head was more into having my dream guy naked with me, than adding more guys into my world at the time. “Maybe I did make up names to protect them, but since we didn’t know them anyway, I probably didn’t.”
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| Loving our time in the Stateroom Suite |
“So, babe, if we run into guys like them on the lake, we won’t rush them off as we did back then.” “Okay, Sweetbabes, I’m going to take that fucking scary thought with me to work and let it percolate down through my brain for a while.”
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| Pete and Maurice |
This talk about other guys got me thinking about those great guys we met on the cruise. “Babe, my brain just went to Maurice and Pete’s Stateroom Suite on the ship; any chance you’d welcome guys like them to visit us at the lake.” “Yeah, could be.” “I remember you were the one who welcomed them back into the room while we were still naked.” “Guilty! I think I must have been high on you at the time.” “That’s cool to hear, but I think you were getting off on being caught and loved the rush.” “I don’t think so buddy, that sounds more like a Marcus thing! But I remember wanting to see Pete again, he was a fun guy to know.” “Should I be jealous?” “Haha, maybe you should learn more about the Beatles instead. Sweetbabes, I don’t know anymore about myself, maybe I’m finally ready to be who I really am.” So, I asked him once more, “Would you go back to the lake again for one of our weekend getaways?” “Absolutely buddy, but let’s wait until the weather is a little warmer, okay?”
MARCUS, HORNY AND NEEDY, SO WHAT ELSE IS NEW!
It’s always nice now to hear my buddy totally in sync with me on these things. The fact that I’ve been horny the entire time we’ve been talking this morning, I just had to add a horny thought that just came into my head. “Maybe on the next naked hike, I’ll get in front of you so I can watch your dick and balls go bobbling along; and you can check out ‘Ellen’s favorite firm tight ass’ in front of you!” “Ha Ha, you are never going to let Ellen forget she said that to you, right?” “At least someone said it to me, hint hint! “Hey buddy, I’m sure I’ve given you plenty of compliments by now!” “Maybe.” “Yeah, maybe! You little shit! God, you can be so fucking needy at times!”
After he stopped laughing at my needy expense, he added, “Of course I’d like to do that with you, but you better get your fucking knees fixed, if you ever expect to hike again.” “You had to go there, huh?” “Expect it from me constantly lover boy; you know I’ll take care of you while you’re recovering. I’ll help you with your exercises and take you to physical therapy. Of course, I won’t ignore your 'dick therapy', too!” That made me laugh and got my mind off the operation I know so little about. Larry added, “I’ve already requested work at home time to help my brother after his operation. They will let me do most of my work at home and go to the office when absolutely needed. So, let’s get those hiking knees back, huh?” “You know it hard to not love you even more when you say things like that.” “So, Sweetbabes, will you call your doctor today to get an appointment? And remember, I want to be with you when you go, too. Will you promise to do that?” “I’ll try to remember.” “So, that’s it, you’ll try to remember, huh? Good I’ll call you often to remind you today. I won’t forget to do that, too!” Old softy Marcus was getting bleary-eyed again. I didn’t say anything back to him. I have the best fucking buddy in the world. I am the luckiest guy alive. I gave him a big long-lasting bear hug, for thanks.
Guys, at times, I’ve called Larry a best friend, Bro, brother, babe, sweetheart; nothing seems right after listening to him that morning. He and I are like one person now; what do I call that? I don’t think this has anything to do with horny sex between at all. Well, let’s not get too carried away Marcus, (that’s my dick talking to you right now. Okay my dick, butt out of the conversation!)
I promised the guy I’m having a hard time ignoring that I’d email my doctor about my knees and finding me an Orthopedic Surgeon. I’ll let you and him know what I find out, I promise. I hope being on the mend won’t make the journal boring for you guys.
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| Just my gift to him today! |
As he was leaving for work, he told me, “It’s really time for our weekend together. Let’s make it this weekend coming, and go someplace other than here, okay?” “Sure babe, let’s think about where would be fun.” “Hey, I know where! In bed naked and horny!” “No problem there babe. I have an idea; do you think your buddy from work will rent his ‘Class A’ RV for a weekend? We could take the bed with us!” Or maybe just rent a smaller RV, as long as it has a bed and not just over the cab. Larry laughed and showed me his thoughts on that. His fitted slacks revealed a growing problem. “Do you see what you do to me!” “Not really, do you want to really show me?” “Fuck no, I’ll never get to work, asshole! Come here fucker and give me a hug goodbye.” I did of course and when I tried to feel his growing boner, he actually pushed my hand away. Now who’s the asshole! That’s alright, he’ll pay for that shit later in Aces!
So, that mostly catches you up with us. Hopefully the next time I write a chapter about us, it will include a weekend together. Hey, our wives are granting this and getting one for themselves in return. Nothing but a win-win for all. I can’t wait for the warm weather to return, because I’m getting his ass out on a nude beach with me this year! Just hopefully not along with a tent! That RV thing is really turning me on, and he’s already gone! I bet we head up to the lake before the beach though. I hope it’s even better than the first time; but I’m a ‘the glass is half full’ guy anyway, it won’t matter.
Marcus
Our journal continues in Chapter 62:
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