CH 64 Our First Anniversary

It's our First Anniversary this Month

Hi Guys,
First things first, I want to apologize to those of you who’ve read Ch. 63. It was a very long-winded chapter. I really didn’t want to create a ‘Part Three Chapter’ covering our first weekend together in this new year. Especially knowing this chapter would be held back because of that. There was so much to cover, and I tend to get wordy, at times. Really, huh, Marcus? You do that? And, I did cut out a couple of the pages, too! Maybe this chapter will make up for it. Well, I can hope, huh? I’ll get to the new stuff soon.

Another thing popped up in my DM’s, too. Those messages were over what seemed like Larry’s wish for a big 9” floppy dick instead of the perfectly-sized one he already has. It was just him being the funny guy he is with me, not a real wish. So, if I made you think that, yell at me for not reporting his joke properly. Maybe it was the graphic I made for the joke that confused you? Oh well, the only guy wishing for a bigger dick would probably be me. He’s been trying to convince me we are perfect just the way we are. (He's getting there, too!)

Another thing not covered in the last chapter was about my decision to take up my boss’ pending retirement offer to me, or not. I have decided to take on the role of C.E.O. of the Corporation and continue to handle my C.O.O. role until a suitable replacement can be found. The one caveat I requested, that ‘My Pops’ remains the President for life. He’s the figurehead of the company, not me. I just make sure everything runs smoothly and as expected by him. When and if I survive him, I will take on his roll, if he still wants me to do so. I hope that answers some of the questions I’ve been getting. And thank you guys for caring enough to ask me. Please know that if any of that affects our relationship, I’ll use it in the journal. But work is work, and not sexy or horny stuff to write about here. (It's a good thing Larry and I don't work together, huh?)

I’m going to reveal here what I planned on gifting my buddy for our first anniversary. I know that by the time I finish writing this chapter, he will have found out, anyway. The reason I’m bringing it up here first, is because I’m having a difficult time finding the right property. I want to buy a small cabin in the mountain woods, preferably lakefront, as well. What I’d like to buy, is the cabin we used last year because it came with substantial private acreage and a lakefront Dock. However, Larry and a coworker of his knew of the property and how to rent it. That’s the problem, I don’t have that information, so my surprise won’t be a surprise. Unless, something else pops up very soon. Especially in the not more than 100K category.

I know some of you are thinking, ‘that’s a pretty expensive first anniversary present!’ And, you would be right. So, maybe a little more background info is needed here. My wife Lisa and I make a very good living, as do Larry and Ellen. The difference between us, my second marriage came with agreed upon conditions between us. California is a Community Property State. We both came to the marriage with substantial personal property. And, now I earn the living I never did as a High School Teacher in my first marriage while trying to raise two children. Lisa and I have our own accounts in different banks and we both contribute to the cost of our home expense. Bottom line, I can afford to buy a cabin. And, I want him to be a big part of this property with me.

Sad to say, I have virtually no domestic abilities, I suck at building, or repairing stuff around the home. My babe Larry is just the opposite of me. His roll in the cabin property would be the guy who knows how to do shit, fix shit, you know. I’d have to hire someone otherwise. I visualize him seeing what would make the place more of the ‘man cave’ for us that I think it should be. Maybe if we could buy the cabin from last year, we’d build a carport or garage to house the truck and a boat. And that rickety dock, really needs some TLC from a guy like Larry. I imagine he could build us a stone BBQ Pit and fix up the fire ring. I suggested to Larry in the last chapter that maybe he could teach me how to do stuff, and he just laughed. [That kind of hurt, you big turd!] Larry is a doer; he can’t wait to get into a project when it’s mentioned. Now do you still think it’s an expensive gift. I bet you don’t. So, it’s pissing me off that I might need to announce what my gift would be instead of just telling him when we got there. I’ll get over it, it’s not a biggie, I guess. I'll come up with something else for him.

That should catch you up to where we get to celebrate our first year as bonafide horny-assed lovers. I can't imagine ever saying that a year ago! Fucking amazing what has happened to us in a year!

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US!
My hairless ass
This anniversary owes a great deal of credit to two very lovely and caring women in our lives. I have to say that because it’s fucking true! They made sure we got together a couple of times, last year. I know those of you who’ve followed us this far into our relationship, know they have an underlying reason themselves. We’ve all been super good friends over the years, and you must know I really do like Larry’s wife, Ellen. She’s been such a flirt with me over the years. Oh, I don’t think it’s the kind of flirting that would lead to any one bedroom. She thinks I’m a good-looking guy and makes no bones about saying so, too. And, if you can remember reading about my birthday last June, the wives got to see Larry and me both naked at my pool that night. Her flirty comments about my ass haven’t stopped since. If you think that upsets me, 'what’s wrong with you?!’ Haha, hey if you want to write me about how much the thought of my ‘tight firm hairless ass’ (not shaved, just smooth as a baby's butt, naturally) turns you on, go ahead, I’d love to read the comments! Haha. No, I’m serious! Needy, but serious! (I think I'm a little (lot) thicker than the guy in the picture to right, though. In case you wondered.)

Prior to last March when we got to spend a weekend at the lake in a small cabin. Larry and I were coming off a few years where we just weren’t acting like the best friends we used to be. I just got fucking tired of trying to set up coffee dates with him, to have him find one excuse after another to turn me down. It seemed I had lost the one guy that I loved hanging around with. And I didn’t know why; what did I do? Nothing I could think of at all. Maybe I was asking to spend too much time with him? Well a couple of hours, two days a month is not too fucking much time in my fucking book! And, he’d not given me clue, nothing. Maybe he just fell out of like with me. Is that a thing?

Fortunately, after we got together, thanks to the setup from our wives, we got to the bottom of the problem. Maybe I’ve already talked about it, I don’t know. It was him; I guess it was harder for him to ignore the growing attraction we had for each other without blowing his cover any longer. What a jerk I was for not pushing him for the reason why we were growing apart. I just gave up on the idea that maybe there could be more than coffee in this relationship. I don’t know why my physical attraction to him wasn’t as big a problem for me as it was for him. (I just reread that sentence and I know why now.) I played at being straight around everyone. I know who’s inside my head better than anyone. Larry doesn’t play at being straight, he really thinks, or thought he is or was straight. I know now that he was attracted to me in a way, he never was to anyone before. It’s not hard to believe the conflict he was dealing with must have been more than he could hide from me any more. It still makes me sad to think about that; why did I make it just about me? I don't fucking know.

LARRY IN THE AM WITH ME
This morning the new routine continues once again, especially after I stopped the coughing and hacking up fur-balls routine. Lisa is off to work early, with coffee and toast made for her by yours truly, and Larry is over for coffee and me before work. As I’ve mentioned before, Larry knows how to enter the house from my garage door keypad, no more walking around to my office at the back of the house. And then, he meets up with me in the kitchen. It’s been warmer lately, so my PJ’s got replaced with my silky white boxers. That’s it, no shirt, I’m trying to turn him on not off, when he gets here. When Larry saw me, he ordered me up on my feet for a great big bear hug. He actually hugged me off my feet this morning; that man is so fucking strong! And then, he replaced the bone-crushing bear hug with some passionate kissing. If you were here to watch us, you’d find his right hand was fondling my very best toy assets through the silky boxers I was wearing, too. All before any more words were spoken, but he did comment about how sexy my silky boxers made my junk feel to him. 

 “Sweetbabes, do you think I could wear one of your silky boxers sometime so you can fondle me, too? I’m fucking serious baby, that’s such a turn on for me this morning.”  Of course, I’ll let him have some if he wants, Lisa went crazy buying them for me, I don’t even know how many I have. All I know is they fill up one of my top dresser drawers. “Babe, maybe you’d like to wear one of them to work today, huh? Are you going commando right now?” “No, I have a pair of boxers on, but I’ll gladly take you up on your offer.” By the time we finished this conversation about my boxers, my dick was a true boner and found its way out of the boxer’s fly. Well, it had plenty of help finding the opening from you know who!” “Babe, do you see what you did to me? Do you have a suggestion on what to do about it yet?” “Yes, but I have a bigger problem, if you care to check for yourself.” I don’t think at this horny moment of mine, there is anything hotter to see, than what is straining against some well tailored tight slacks on him! “Babe, you’ve got to get out of those tight pants right away before you mess them up. I mean you could wear one of my slacks, but my stuff is off the rack, not fitted like yours.” (I don't have his butt!) He took off his slacks and his cotton boxers, too. “Babe, tell me you didn’t buy those funky boxers.” “Who do you think bought them for me? It’s rhetorical, don’t answer, okay? I’m embarrassed you saw them. I only wore them as a barrier in case of post-dick drip.” You have to know we were laughing at that comment as soon as it came out of his mouth. However, I also know when you have form-fitting slacks like he’s been wearing lately, you can’t hide much about yourself from interested onlookers. (I’m pretty sure his tailored clothes are designed for my eyes only. I can only hope, huh?)

It's been a while, what did you expect from us?
I guess you have figured out for yourselves, that two super-horny guys, naked together in the kitchen, aren’t here just for coffee, ‘cah-PEESH.’  If you thought we just went for the coffee, man, you really don’t know us at all! My babe has great knees and was on them right after the slacks and boxers were off! My boner got lost in his hungry mouth faster than you could say that. And, I know there’s no way I’m not going to be able to hold off from cumming for very long. I placed my hand on his head, with my fingers running through his longish blonde curly hair. But when I felt I was going to cum I held him tighter to my body. He swallowed my dick to back of his throat and I just started cumming. I yelled out that I was cumming as if he couldn’t figure that out on his own! Man, that was some serious breakfast protein he was ingesting from me, and he didn’t seem to want to let go of my dick at all. You know there’s that moment when your dick gets totally sensitive and wishes to be left alone, well he didn’t leave it alone! He was sucking on me as if I was holding out on him. I guess my dick is pretty used up by now, and the gentle ball massaging he was giving me at the same time was way over the top of expectations this morning. The second-best part of this morning gift, he never took his eyes off mine as he was on his knees. What an incredible lover! I put both of my hands under his armpits to help him up, not that he needed help, I just wanted to do that. And then I wanted to kiss him until we both needed air!

That was when my babe asked me,
Maybe he looks more like me than Larry. I tried!
“Sweetbabes, do you think we can have our coffee now?” “I think you earned the biggest cup today.” I chuckled to myself thinking he earned more than biggest cup, that’s for fucking sure! As I headed over to pour our coffee, he followed right behind me and was jiggling my ass cheeks along the way there. “Are you done having fun at my ass’s expense yet?” “Do I need to stop having fun now? Because, I don’t want to at all. I bet I have few more tricks up my sleeve for you, yet!” “Babe you can play with my ass anytime you wish, or any other part you’d like to mess around with!” “You know Sweetbabes, I really don’t want to leave you today. I just want to do silly things with you all day and just laugh!” “Only laugh babe?” “Oh yeah, and cum over and over again with you. Would you like me to add some of my cream to your coffee?” “I bet you won’t do that!” “Oh oh, was that a challenge thrown at me? Because I take on all challenges you know!” Guys, I’m not going to tell you every little sexy thing we do; you’re allowed to use your imagination here. (You won't be wrong, if you do though!)

I’m getting a big kick out of his macho braggadocio today. However, I think he wore himself out draining several days of me holding off for him. I was surprised that he didn’t crack any jokes about my age and the amount I had waiting on him! That would have been a typical response from him that we’d both laugh at. I guess it’s time to think up new joke lines to use. That’s okay, he’s lucky I had enough strength left in me to walk over to get his coffee! Haha.

CONVERSATION AFTER COFFEE
“Sweetbabes, you know what?” “I think I know. You love me to the moon and back!” “Yeah, of course I do, but that’s not it. This is our anniversary month, and I want to suggest something.” “Sure, what’s on your mind babe?” “I think we should make the whole month our anniversary, not just one day.” “Hey, I’d love that. Why not, huh?” So, I asked him to tell me how he was really feeling this morning after he got me off like he just did, and he told me, too. “Marc, baby, I’d rather head to bed with you right now instead of going to work, that’s what my ass is telling me to do.” “Babe, I’m always going to be ready to listen to your ass for you, let’s go!” “Oh, Marc I want to so much, but I need to leave for work soon.” And then, he asked me if he could have some toast, or cookies, or a Toaster Pop Tart to go with his coffee. Of course, I did. I just so happen to have all three in the pantry. What would you prefer?” “Do you have any Raspberry Pop Tarts?” “Really, you like that flavor, huh?” “Me too babe, that’s the only kind I buy. I’ll get you a package.” Go figure of all the flavors they have available, he likes what I like, and the stores rarely stock much of that flavor, too. We find more things that are alike about us every day. He headed to the toaster to warm them up, just like me. I don’t like them right from the package. And then we sat at the kitchen table to chat for a while.

“Larry, I’m so happy that I’m over this viral shit, I was really missing seeing you here in the morning.” I was getting up every morning for Lisa since she was liking the attention, I was giving her. I could have worn a face mask for him, but I guess staying away was the best thing for him to do at the time. Actually, my doctor said I was only infectious for four days after I was showing the symptoms. Oh well.

“Marc, I want to talk to you about what we should do to celebrate the anniversary. I’m excited that we can actually do something without tricking our wives.” “Babe, I’ve been thinking non-stop about this, even going to sleep at night, I’m trying to think of something special.” “Marc, I agree, it should be really special and not just a weekend trip. I wish it could be the whole month!” “Now you’re talking babe! Maybe when we both retire, huh?” Larry told me he could move a vacation week up from the Summer if I could do the same. I told him that I was the boss over my vacations, it’s not going to be a problem at all. “Then it’s settled, we’ll use a week to celebrate. Now where should we go?” I suggested 24/7 in bed, but he told me to get real, we could do that when we get away from here! If you could see his face this morning, you’d see the most relaxed he’s been in weeks, and with a gentle smile. Can a smile from ear to ear be referred to as gentle? 

“Larry, I know we talked about going back to the lake cabin when the weather gets warmer, so that idea is on hold, I guess.” “Sweetbabes, maybe we could rent a houseboat. But again, perhaps when the weather gets warmer, too.” I know, what about a flight to San Diego?” “Do you really want to fly during the Coronavirus thing that’s happening right now?” “No. No I don’t at all. But we could drive to someplace warmer. Like San Diego.” “You have a real thing about San Diego, huh Marc?” “Yeah, I love it down there.” “Okay, then let’s talk it out, maybe that’s were we should go.” “But I also like the Central Coast, too. Pismo Beach, and Morro Bay are great spots to think about, as well.” “I don’t care where we go Marc, as long as we’re there together, I’ll be fucking happy.” “Me too, babe! What do you think about renting a big RV instead of using one of our cars and finding motels?” “I think I like that idea, let’s look into this really soon before the nice ones are rented already.”

WHAT ABOUT BUYING A CABIN?
I figured it’s time to let Larry know about my idea, maybe he’ll have some input for me. “Babe, I’ve been thinking about buying something for us. What do you think about owning a cabin at the lake, a lot like the one we rented last year?” “You are really thinking about doing that, huh?” “Well, I was thinking about the actual cabin we used, but you and your friend at work got it for us and I wanted to keep it a secret from you.” “That one was pretty small, remember?” “Yes, but it came with lots of acreage, too. More than enough room to expand it any way we wished. But I don’t want you to worry about the cost, I’ll take care of that. I want your ability to design what we do with the cabin, and if you want to help with that cost, I’d be okay with that.” “So, you’d be the owner of the cabin?” “No, I want to make you a co-owner with me. I want it to be our place.” “Wow, that sounds very generous, but not fair to you. Why would you expect me not to pay my share of the cost?” “You will by getting things done I can’t do on my own. Besides, you’d need Ellen as a partner, remember, we’re a ‘Community Property State’.” “So, what about Lisa?” “We have agreements about our personal money that we came to the marriage with, that preclude her from ownership.” “Are you sure about that?” “Yes, but I’ll check with our company legal team before I do anything with that money.”

How Larry thinks of me!
“Marc, have you considered buying a small houseboat as well?” “Briefly, buddy I’m not a seafaring guy like you, I’m afraid. But I might consider buying a floating home. Unfortunately, the cost would not be attractive to me.” “That’s for sure Marc, but it’s something maybe we might consider after retirement.” Every so often, one of his comments suggests we will have a long-lasting relationship, and that makes my heart melt every time. I can so imagine growing older with him by my side, he’ll be able to fix my walker better than me! Haha. No, really, he could do that! These are the times I just want to hug him forever, never let him out of my arms. Well, until it gets claustrophobic, I guess! I could tell that this morning, our conversations are a helluva lot more real than conjecture. We are going to do something that will make sense for us. I just don’t know exactly what, yet.

DRAG MY ASS OFF TO THE EMPTY CORNER
“Babe, do you remember about my appointment on the 10th with ‘Dr. K’. about my knee surgery?”  “Sweetheart, it’s in my iPhone calendar and I’m having it alert me the day before, too.” “Well, that kind of cuts the month up on us. I guess we can target the end of the month to go someplace.” “You know what Marc, we are going to get away many times from now on, remember we get two weekends a month just like the wives do.” “Oh, I haven’t forgotten that at all, sometimes I lay awake at night just thinking about what we can do on those weekends. That’s why I’ve been thinking about buying a place for us that’s private and just ours.” “I can see that now. You really are everything I wanted that’s been right under my nose for years, but I wasn’t trusting my judgement. Sweetbabes, I’m so lucky to have you in my life, please know that.” “Baby, we’ve had a whole year getting to the point of knowing that about each other. Every day we are apart it gets driven home for me.” “You know if you keep talking like that, I’m dragging your ass to the bedroom!” “Is that all it will take to get us there? Why don’t you just ask me to lead the way?” “Do you have more condoms in your office?” “What do you think?” ‘I think I want to fuck you so bad right now!” “Then fuck me! I still have our empty corner in my office waiting on us, you know.” (Guys, you should help us give a name for my empty corner of the office, you’ve been with us every time we’ve used it for sex. I hope you know that.)

It’s a good thing my office is not to far from the kitchen, just down the hallway to the East side of the house. I hope I don’t have to clean up the floor from that dripping dick of his, that I’m noticing right now! Larry asked where I hid the condoms for us. I told him I was pretty sure he wouldn’t need them this morning. However, I do lock them up in my bottom desk drawer, and I told him where to find my keys.

This morning is rapidly growing older, and he has to get to South Sacramento for work or start explaining why he’s late. I could hear that excuse now, ‘well, I was fucking my buddy and time got away from me!’ Haha, wouldn’t that be a cool office to work in, huh? Fortunately for Larry he was about as bad off (seriously horny) as me this morning, and he really didn’t have the option of taking his sweet time fucking me. Some lube with a little finger play helped get my ass loosened up, and he was docked with me quickly. I really have missed that docked feeling so much over the coughing spell of mine, and today wasn’t going to be a day that wonderful feeling would last long. He was like a virgin teenager having sex for the first time, well, almost. At least he was deeply inside me before I could feel his jerking movements. Larry was cumming with very little thrusting to seal the deal. We absolutely needed each other today, and leisure time wasn’t an option. At least I was able to enjoy him inside me for a couple of minutes before he broke contact with me. During that time, I had my arms wrapped around him, while his fingers were playing with my nipples. We both love rough nipple play with each other, something our wives never want from us. That’s completely understandable. I mean what are Men’s nipples for anyway. Something to play with, right?

Pretty sexy, huh? Almost see through!
Larry was getting concerned about getting on the road to work, and I told him to use my office bathroom to freshen up and I’d bring his clothes to him. I stopped first at my chest of drawers and picked out a silky white boxer from the bottom of the pile, for him to wear. Probably never been worn yet. I stopped to watch him at the bathroom door which he left open, while he was getting a quick sponge bath before leaving for work. He turned towards me to make sure I had the best view of him cleaning himself, too. Such a thoughtful lover! And, sexy-assed sight for sore eyes.

Larry is it close to mine?
“Hey babe, I’m giving you one of my new silky boxers to wear. You can keep them to remind you of me when you touch them. But I have one request, model them for me before you put your pants back on.” “Wouldn’t you rather me model the way I am right now?” “Oh, babe I’ve been watching every model move you’ve made, but I’d like to see you in the silky boxers, too.” He looked grateful that I offered something better than the old baggy cotton boxers he had on this morning. I told him when he comes to stay with me, he can wear these boxers anytime he wants. But hopefully, commando doesn’t go too far away. He laughed and said, “have no fear buddy, commando is always going to be our thing. Hey Sweetbabes, should I model it like you were this morning?” Whereupon, he pulled out his spent limp dick from the fly and let it just hang out there for my pleasure. “Babe, if I’m not mistaken my dick was a lot longer and harder this morning for your pleasure.” “Hey, I could put it back inside you know, ingrate!” And he did, too! But to be fair, he needs to get out of here soon. “Babe, how do they feel on, under your slacks?” “I don’t know Sweetbabes, I can’t feel them on at all.” “Yeah, exactly!” “Man, it’s going to be cool sharing our clothes buddy!” We kind of chuckled over that, but then I thought, I’d never look as good as him in his tailored slacks. I better start work on building a better-looking ass than what I have! I was just thinking that though. Since I lost some weight this year my clothes are much looser on me, maybe I need his tailor now, too. I need to remind myself to try on his slacks one morning to see how they fit. I’m starting to like how my clothes fit now, maybe he will, too.

IT’S TIME TO TALK TO THE WIVES
In case you think our wives have been pushed out of the picture, don’t think that at all. The four of us have been close friends for several years, not just next-door neighbors. (If you are a Californian, you know the underlying message there, we tend to have friends that aren’t connected to ‘next door!’) 

We've been here before, often!
Anyway, the four of us decided to get out for dinner last night, and it gave us a chance to just sit and connect once again. At ‘our age’, it seems that restaurants with loud diners are way low on our list of eateries to frequent. Sometimes we pick Mexican Restaurants when the Mariachi are missing. I guess we got into the routine of using restaurants for communication as well as feeding our faces. Hey, you know, if we are celebrating, we can be obnoxious, with the best of them! 

There were two important subjects addressed tonight. Larry took on my knees and I took on our anniversary. We did not pre-plan this, it just came out that way. Larry announced that he wanted to be my caretaker for those first days after my knee surgery whenever that came to be. Larry addressed his comments to my wife Lisa first. “Lisa, please allow me to help take care of Marcus after surgery, I’ve been harassing him for a long time about his bad knees, I owe him.” Lisa asked what he had in mind, because she could help me as well. He told her that it was more than just what he thought he owed me. He had no reliable men in his life; no brother, no father to respect, and Foster Homes that mattered very little. “Lisa, Marc is the brother, the man I’ve always needed to have in my life. I want him to know that by more than just words.” My wife asked what he had in mind to do this. And he told all of us at the table, “Marc has a sofa bed in his office, I’m asking for your permission to stay there for the week or until I’m not needed any longer. I’ve been given permission to work from home for that period, and I can use his office to work from. I can bring over a folding table as a desk, too.” My wife told him, that it would be so nice for the help, but we have two perfectly usable guest bedrooms that he could use instead of the office sofa bed. Guys, sometimes I still get a little shocked when he says stuff just like me, for instance: “Lisa, Marc has a full bathroom in his office. And, I’m sure Ellen has said something to you by now, that I don’t wear anything to bed. I know how you ladies like to talk about us. So, maybe you’d appreciate not accidentally seeing my naked ass up at night headed to the bathroom, huh?” Of course, he made sure she knew he was joking by his laughter. His wife Ellen spoke up before Lisa could say anything, “I know I would appreciate that!” And then the wives laughed together. Personally, I see nothing to laugh at about his naked body. Am I missing something? (I know the answer, don’t worry.)

Lisa told him that she saw no reason that he couldn’t come to help, but he should reconsider using one of the real bedrooms over the office couch. “Besides Larry, we’ve all seen each other naked, who’d care?” (I care, I really care!) Ellen said she was only kidding, and thought her husband was being very sweet and caring. “Sweetie, you and Markie were meant to be brothers. I’m so happy that you feel that way about him. It’s about time you get what has been missing in your life.” And then, she addressed my wife Lisa. “I don’t know about Markie at home, but my guy has never been happier in all the years we’ve been married.” I know she told Lisa she was very tired over his moodiness the last few years. Haven’t we all! So, this was a good spot for me to bring up the plan of a week vacation celebrating our anniversary.

Now it was my turn to bring up my part of the conversation. Larry and the wives were awesome, let’s see how I can fuck this up! “I’d like to tell you what Larry and I have been talking about recently. As you very well know, since you helped us get to where we are today; this is the anniversary month for Larry and me getting away together at the lake cabin last year.” The wives said they were very aware and wondered what if anything we would do about that. Lisa asked me directly, what we were talking about doing and when it might take place. I’m on the verge of telling them everything, but Larry and I haven’t talked about doing that with them yet. I should respect him a lot more than I’ve ever done before. We are not the same two guys we were for several years. There’s a lot at stake now. So be cautious Marcus, tread lightly at first.

So, I decide to take the safe route first, talk about a week’s vacation to someplace much warmer than here right now. “We talked about taking a road trip South, maybe the Central Coast or even all the way down to San Diego.” Lisa said, “I know who suggested San Diego!” She’s right, that was easy. “We’ll probably just do some Motels while traveling, maybe after we get to where we are going, settle in with just one place. Maybe do some sightseeing or spend some time on the beaches.” The wives were happy to hear that we were going to celebrate, and I bet they will enjoy their time together as much as us!

Larry did his part, and I guess I’ve rubbed off a lot onto him this past year because he’s saying stuff, he’s never done before. I’m thinking maybe I’m not matching up to his level now! Maybe it’s time to talk about wanting to buy some property, be it a cabin or houseboat. I’m fucking going to bring it up, hell, I’m ‘Marcus the terrible’, I can get myself out of deep shit easily. Here goes!

That would be a cool cabin to own!
“Ladies, I’ve been thinking about buying some ‘man cave’ property for the two of us. I’m still not sure exactly what yet, but maybe a cabin like the one we rented last year, or maybe a small houseboat to spend our special weekends together. Either way it should be something that we could work on together and make it better than what I bought.” Now I’m going to wait and see what the wives have to say. Larry gave me the ‘Thumbs up through his eyes look’ and that was awesome to see. He’s been fucking onboard with me quite often now!

The wives apparently couldn’t have been happier, especially after hearing me say it was something for the two of us to work on together. Ellen spoke up first, “Markie, that sounds wonderful, I know my sweetie will be so happy having something like that to work on, won’t you sweetheart?” Larry said, “Absolutely!” (Kiss-ass! Haha.) And he said it in such a way that told me, Marcus you still are the ‘reigning bullshit champion’ between us. (Okay, I take back the kiss-ass comment.) I’ll happily accept the kudos! What wasn’t as evident in the conversations, was if the wives thought these approved of ‘man cave’ ideas would become ‘woman’s den’ ideas for themselves, as well. (Oh shit, I had to think of that, huh?)

Obviously, our anniversary is just starting. This is as far as we’ve gotten, there’s going to be a lot more to come if I have anything to say about it. In a couple of days I’ll be talking to the Surgeon that will decide what needs to be done with my knees and when. And, a man I never thought I’d ever have in my life, will be there with me. 'Dr. K' is going to meet Larry not as my next-door neighbor, but the man who really gives a shit about me; the man that loves me as his brother; the man who cut work to be there with me, and the man who will take me through recovery. I am so fucking lucky to be his brother Marcus!

ORTHOPEDIC SURGEON VISIT HAPPENED THIS WEEK
My appointment came up with 'Dr. K.' while I was still editing this chapter, so, I figured why not add the info here instead of the next chapter. Larry and Lisa carpooled into Sacramento today since they both planned on being at the consultation visit with me. I’m happy they are getting a chance to discuss the roles they want to play with me after the operation. (I know what you are thinking, so stop it! That would be really weird!) I suspect Lisa will try to convince him to use one of the guest bedrooms, and I’m starting to think maybe he should. Of course, there’s an option that I could use one of those bedrooms myself, to let Lisa sleep better if I’m having difficulty. Those two bedrooms are not near the Master Bedroom and maybe Larry and I could each use one. I don’t know, but all these thoughts are coming into my head almost hourly!

After lunch time, they both returned home to meet up with me so we could all head over to Kaiser Permanente Hospital in Roseville, to meet my Surgeon. We arrived early because finding a parking space at that time of the day, can be a chore. Shortly thereafter we met 'Dr. K.' and was I surprised! He appeared to be middle-aged, maybe early fifties, late forties, and had long hair! (Immediately, it brought back memories of my dad although the doctor is taller, and a doctor, not a musician.) He had a slight speech impediment, but a feeling of deep caring came out of every word he spoke to us. 

What I learned today about my surgery
'Dr. K.' didn’t mince any of his words though, he let me know recovery will take effort from me if I expect to return to something ‘very close to normal’. There would be some limitations I’ll have to deal with, but I should be happy to have my knee out of it’s daily pain. He told me the X-rays of my knees suggest they both will need to be replaced but didn’t recommend having both done at the same time. I asked why, and he said the recovery period will be a lot longer if both were done, and the temptation of not doing my required therapy will be greater. 

Larry asked him about the therapy, and will he be able to help me as he wished. The doctor told him I will be provided a therapist three times for the first week, and that Larry could feel free to be there to learn what I should be doing every day. 'Dr. K.' said I might need a special portable toilet for the first couple of weeks in case the bathroom would not be close by or too low for me. And, I’d need a walker for two or three weeks, and definitely a cane after that for a month or two. He warned me that I must do all the suggested exercises if I ever expect full mobility of my knees. However, the reward for doing as the therapist says will result in knees that won’t hurt anymore. Oh, he added one more bit of information that I should know about if I travel by air. I told him there are times that I must for work, or maybe going on a cruise. He said that TSA will find your metal knees upon walking through the scanner and would probably pull you out of the normal line for hand scanning. And then he added, “Think how more special you’ll be now, you’ll get special hands on treatment from now on!” Gee, thanks doc! Of course, I only thought that, I’m not that fucking rude!

Guys, I could feel the sweat building up at the back of my head. What the fuck am I getting myself into? Maybe you’ll like hearing this, my wife tried to convince me it’s best thing I could do for myself. Larry, of course, agreed with her, but later privately told me he could sense my trepidation and told me, “Sweetheart, I know you are a little scared about this unknown stuff.” “Babe, I don’t do scared.” Talk about bullshitting, huh? I’m fucking terrified about what could go wrong.  “Okay then, whatever you want to call it, I’m sensing it big time from you right now. And I’m going to be there for you 110%, even if I have to wipe your butt for you, I will! I won’t let you down, don’t worry.” “You are going to make me want to cry babe, if you keep that up!” “Good, maybe you need a good cry and get everything out of your head for a while. Sweetbabes, if you only knew how lonely I feel when I’m away from you. I get very emotional lately, too!” I thanked him for being exactly what I need in my life, and said I was happy he needs me, too. 

So, it looks like sometime in Late April for the operation, unless something opens earlier, or the Coronavirus stops these kinds of surgeries. My Surgeon said there are always openings for one reason or another and confirmed that I would take an earlier date if it became available. I’m thinking, get this thing hanging over my head, fucking over and done with, before I chicken out. Not that my babe would stand for that! Haha, the horny fucker is going to keep me on the straight and narrow path! And, how lucky I am to have him to do that for me!

If any of you men reading about us have had knee surgery in the past, I could use some solid advice from you. You can post it here or email me at itsMarcusBlog@gmail.com We respect all the advice you’ve given us over the past year. Please know we don’t think of ourselves as anything other than regular guys; you know we put our pants on the same way you do. We don’t drop down from trees! So, don’t think we will ignore any advice you give us.

Until I get more information, this will be it for now. However, the month is not over, and we’ve got a lot more anniversary stuff to come yet! Hopefully the Coronavirus doesn't stop us for too long. In case you wondered, I'm not sleeping well at night worried about what could go wrong. That's so not who I am, that's what's scary! I am going to let Larry help me over this!
Marcus

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