CH 67 COVID-19 Sheltering and Working Together

Hi Guys,

We hope everyone is well and practicing safety at every turn. Protect yourself and others, and we will get through this thing together. I worry about you guys since even in the United States, there are so many different interpretations of when we can return to normal. Don’t pay attention to the politician’s agenda; believe in the science and medical professionals instead. Now there are some foolish people willing to just go back to normal, yet there are thousands still dying every day. I may be a selfish fuck, but I don’t want to lose one of you following us, not a single one! So, practice being safe, or how will you get to know what the fuck is going on with us, huh? Now let us get to the chapter!

Whoops! Another skipped piece of business I forgot to include in a previous chapter. My buddy wanted to make the ‘Larry’ name a legal middle name for himself, to honor his namesake in the journal. He doesn’t have a middle name that he knows of anyway. As it turned out, he could add the name, but the amount of documents that needed updating was immense, including everything he/they own together, and would require Ellen’s approval as well. His gesture was the kindest and most emotional thing he wanted to do for us at the time. However, I agreed with him, just skip the legal crap. And I’ll honor his wishes to be called Larry whenever we are together as he does with my middle name, Marcus. I hope that answers any lingering questions about us from previous chapters. 

At the timing of this chapter, Larry and I are still working and living together, and our wives are next door doing the same. I will do my best in this chapter to give you an idea of what a whole day is like for us handling the sheltering together and working from my home office. We are still on this semi-crazy schedule of two weeks together, and two weeks back to the old normal. Okay, blame the wives, it’s their idea. Of course, two weeks of 100% man-cave bro time, is nothing to sneeze at all! I am all in with this until it becomes something better.

(I'm writing this chapter in the two weeks Larry is not staying the nights with me. I saw how long this chapter became, just know with Larry staying at his home at night, I get plenty of time to pen my sorrow away! I dread writing anything about the next two weeks; it’s without him with me at night! Obviously, I don't write much when he's here with me; I'm only 57, not dead downstairs! Anyhow, maybe the chapter can start now!)

WAKING UP TO A VISION

I awoke a bit earlier than usual for me, with this ridiculously powerful urge to pee. The kind of urge that allows no stretching time getting my ass out of bed. I have faced this urgency in the past, if not heeded, there’s going to be unwanted leakage and clean up along the way to the toilet. And forget stretching, I’ll do that while I’m taking a piss. However, I did take a brief second to look over my shoulder as I was getting out of bed and saw Larry sleeping peacefully, at least it appeared that way. Seeing him laying there made me smile and almost forget my urgent mission. We have been living our dream for days and nights once again. I know when I return to bed, I might just lay there quietly soaking in the vision I have dreamed about for so long.

Laying awake I love looking at him

As a married man, in either of my two marriages, I was a committed and loving partner. Okay, so sometimes it was just putting up with them! Maybe that is just a male/female thing. However, in each case, loving them was/is different than loving him. I do not remember ever, just laying beside either of them, soaking in their loveliness, not like I do with Larry. The love I feel for him comes from some deep place inside me. Every day it feels deeper than the last time felt.

I know one fucking fact for sure guys, I really am hopelessly in love for the first time in my life. And I am in love with that love! There are times when we are in each other’s arms that my eyes begin to water up on me. I fight back those tears, so I don’t alarm him; however, I’m sure they are tears of incredible joy at finding the true love of my life. Now when he is gone, even if it is just next door, I feel this loneliness, this emptiness, until I see him again. That is how I imagine what true love must feel like. It has been so fucking painful being away from him now. The dynamics have changed drastically for us.

I carefully snuggled up to him

Anyway, back to this morning. When I quietly returned to my side of the bed, Larry appeared to be still asleep, plus he had his backside to me, simply perfect for the plan that I came up with while peeing. I would carefully snuggle up to his backside and then I’ll slip my arm under his to give me access to his furry chest and belly. I am not trying to forcefully awaken him right now; I just want to snuggle up tight with him and feel that awesome hairy ass of his up tight against myself. I will let Nature take its course naturally that way. I figure my dick will find a perfect nesting zone all by itself. Well, it has not failed us yet!

You know, I did a fairly good job executing my plan, too. However, it wasn’t long before he was stirring some and took hold of my hand resting on his belly to guided it in a south-bound direction. Somehow it landed exactly where he wanted it to be. Any chance he is still asleep is gone, but he’s really into what I’m up to this morning and is letting me know it, too. We were not in the best position to kiss; maybe that’s why he pressed his head tighter against mine instead. No words were spoken, none were needed. What we were doing in the moment was perfect for the both of us. However, sleep did sneak it’s way back in to the both of us; me with my left hand holding his much happier dick, and him with his left arm pushing my ass even tighter against him. I wouldn’t be concerned about my dick not knowing where to hang out this morning, its little brain is a fast learner! I don’t really know how long we stayed this way, but I became aware of him getting up to go pee, maybe a couple of hours later.

Larry was more direct with his requests this morning when he returned to our bed, “Sweetbabes, you awake yet?” “I am now!” I was, anyway, I just wanted him think he woke me up. It didn’t seem to make a difference though; he had a plan and sleep had no part in it any longer. If you remember, recently he wanted me to make his asshole never forget the actions of my bad-ass dick. I was happy to play out this role for him. I’m not sure just yet what brought him to such a point in our relationship, but I figure the time will come when we can just discuss these feelings more openly. This morning he wanted to reverse the roles we played back then. That is not going to be a problem! I’ve been dreaming about him in a variety of dominant roles lately. Just know it’s a fact that we have became committed versatile lovers. It was a small concern of mine back when we started our sexual life together, that he would only want to top me. I’m not stupid guys, Larry’s been married 33-years, and has never been with a guy, what else could I have expected from him? I convinced myself that it was going to be okay if that’s what it had to be, but I didn’t want to be only pegged as either a top or bottom. I just dreamed I’d have hot sex with him in every possible position. Well this morning I get to receive again, now it’s just about where and when we will commence with the morning’s activities. 

It didn’t play out quite the polite way I expected at first, perhaps with a considerate request for my ass. Yeah right, I expected that! Haha, he got exactly what he wanted from me. I can’t truthfully tell you we are equally matched in strength though; I’ve mentioned it enough times by now that you should know he’s a powerfully strong man. (I guess all those steaks he eats knew exactly where to go on his body!) And that’s exactly what I wanted this morning from him. I gave him a small amount of resistance to showcase his strength over me. [Sorry babe, I wanted you to win me.] He easily powered me over onto my back, forcefully spread my legs apart and lifted them up high so he could begin to rim me to the point of ecstasy. I’m sure I could cum from just that alone. I knew my asshole was one of my erotic zones, but wow, the joy of getting rimmed! Hey, what great title for a chapter, huh? That pretty much obliterated any and all of my fake muscle tension. He had me totally under his control now, (like that was not going to happen), and wasted no time inserting himself into my hungry ass. Oh yeah, long live versatility!

He was perfectly and completely docked in me 

Once he was perfectly and completely docked in me, he began to lull me into that mental place I love so dearly with him. He’s that fucking good at his slow and circling movements in me that leave nothing but beautiful memories of being joined as one being. Yeah, well that lasted maybe a minute, and then he ramped it up immensely. As much as I was enjoying being lulled by him, getting my ass rammed without notice was the ‘wake the fuck up’ surprise that delighted me! Go figure! But then, I expected that something like that might happen today anyway. I’m not going to sugarcoat the feeling my ass was experiencing then, it hurt so good! Isn’t that an oxymoron? I don’t know if it was the cock slamming, or the quick loss of air from my lungs, but the discomfort only lasted for a minute or two while I was trying to catch my breath again. I did not expect that at all. However, when I heard him vocalizing about what he was feeling, I knew my ass was totally committed to his advances, and the rhythm of our movements provided quite the head rush, too! The man I’m so deeply in love with, had my complete permission to enjoy himself ravishing me while turning us both on. This powerful feeling of masculine love is something I can’t begin to imagine living without any longer. I know I never felt anything remotely like this in each of my two marriages. I bet Larry never has in his as well. Maybe?

Something different was happening between us this morning; perhaps it came from the knowledge we will both be working from my home. Now with no pressure for him to get on the road early to beat the traffic to South Sacramento, there was no rush to finish quickly. 

There was no question in my mind that when he woke up this morning, he had my ass pre-booked for whatever pleased him today. My pleasure came watching his every movement. Personally, I truly melt whenever he looks directly into my eyes to navigate deeply into my heart and soul. When he knew he reached his goal, his eyes and face would glow with his warmest smile. There is no immediate recovery from that smile, it just lingers in your heart.

This might surprise you, neither one of us came while on the bed, but that was going to be corrected soon enough in my large shower this morning. Larry told me it’s time to hit the shower. “That’s it babe? You’re going to leave us hanging?” “Sweetbabes, when have we ever left each other hanging? I’m taking you in the shower, just like you took me. I hope you didn’t forget.” “Oh, I haven’t forgotten, that time was deeply etched into my brain as a keeper, babe!”

IN THE SHOWER AGAIN

I’m pretty much the first one into my large glass brick shower room to turn the rain shower up to temperature. Today, Larry took that role while I dragged my lazy ass behind him into the bathroom. New trend? I’m up for it. Besides, Marcus loves viewing that beautiful hairy ass of his in motion. (Don’t you hate people who talk about themselves in the third person?) Okay, I love seeing that fine ass of his in motion! You would too if he let you! Fat chance so far. You never know though!

Guess who got his turn against the wall today

“Sweetbabes, you still okay letting me take over this morning?” “I am so fucking yours babe, I’ve been waiting for this day.” Please note, I wrote those ‘sick’ words just for you guys, so you wouldn’t get lost in my story. Because there weren’t any words, none were needed. Neither one of us needs permission, why would we? Well, I guess if one of us was under the weather, or just needed the sleep. But we’d know that, too. We are so well in tune with each other; we’ve had a year getting to know the person we’ve been hiding from each other. Furthermore, my ass has been longing for his domination for a while. And that was certainly looking like his current plan for me anyway.

Maybe because it was early in the morning, or maybe it’s something new he’s trying out today. But he didn’t tell me what he desired at all; he just moved me into the position he wanted to take me. If you can remember how he wanted me to fuck him against the glass brick wall, the last time we were in the shower together, guess who gets to feel what that was like. Well, I’ve been up against my office empty corner wall enough to enjoy getting fucked that way. Today it’s just wetter, soapier, slipperier, and exactly what I needed. I knew the position well and what he needed from me to make this work. Probably my overactive imagination, but every time he enters me from behind, his dick feels twice it’s size. I wonder if he thinks that about me when the role is reversed. 

It’s a lot soapier, oh yeah!

There was a small departure from when the roles were reversed the other day. His back did not give out on him like mine did. So, I had more time in this position than he had with me. What I really hoped to experience this morning was sitting on his dick to see how that felt while in the shower. I didn’t want to be the one to ask though. It’s his time to be in charge. But I fucking swear we can read each other’s minds at times. Or, maybe his back was giving out. He pulled completely out of me and took my arm to follow him over to one of the shower seats on the tiled wall. Oh, my fucken joy, I bet he is going to let me experience something new!

Larry sat down on the shower seat and I knew exactly what I had to do. I backed up to him, turned to look over my shoulder so I wouldn’t miss my target. Lover boy took over again by putting his hands on my ‘smaller hips’ to guide me down onto him. (Come on enjoy my loss of weight with me, okay?) However, there was a moment when only his left hand was directing me. I figured it out all by myself, too. There’s a small problem when your hard-as-rock dick is plastered against your hairy belly. No problem that his right hand could not correct though. While I was playing ‘ride-em-cowboy,’ I just made sure I didn’t let him slip out of my ass. Wow, now I know why he came while in this position with me. I am convinced that I’ll be cumming along with him, and pretty fucking soon, too. There was no way my prostate was going to miss being rubbed in just the right way to not cum. My babe was able to cum this way, and I know I will be doing so, too. It was quite different from how I have felt cumming with him before, not as powerful, more like a leaking out of my control. But I would do it again in a heartbeat, as long as it’s with him! That was fun and I did not hurt my knees, too! Hey, I take any and all pleasures, no matter how small! 😛

This morning after our recreational shower time, which by the way, did not take up much of the morning because we started fairly early. Together while toweling off, we decided to dress in sweats-only before we headed to the kitchen. Larry started to put on a shirt he left in the bathroom after his sweatpants were on; he noticed my disappointed face and decided to forsake the shirt for naked hairy chest. My relaxed smile told him, that was the correct look. So, I did the same for him. Along the long walk to the kitchen, I spoke out to one of the several Amazon Echo Dots in the house. “Alexa, set Nest to 74 degrees.” She is such a workhorse for me! In a few minutes, no shirts made sense, now what about those sweats? 😜

IN THE KITCHEN FOR BREAKFAST TOGETHER

Imagine blonde, hairy, & brawny, okay?

When we were both in the kitchen, Larry asked what I would like him to do to help make breakfast. “Babe, I love your omelettes, why don’t you see what you can whip up for us and I’ll go grind the coffee beans.” I noticed that the bag of Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee will be gone before long and I should order more to be delivered. Larry offered to pay for the next bag since he shares it with me. “Are you sure babe? I buy the five-pound bag each time,” “Absolutely, buddy. It’s worth every penny.” I thought it would be wise to let him know that CoffeeAM online will charge his VISA $219.95 just for the beans. However, we can both well afford our coffee addiction.”

Before you think we have big breakfasts often, we don’t. But after the session we just had, we do! It’s such a pleasure sitting across the table from Larry watching him eat and drink his coffee. I smile at him often, sometimes wink. When he catches the wink, he is sure to bounce it back to me. Don’t ask us why we do that, it just feels right at times. It’s like a fucking secret code we have together. We know something, and you don’t. Well, you know because I blab everything to you in every chapter. Let’s face it guys, where else can I brag about our love affair? One day we will go to the top of a mountain and yell out at the top of our fucking lungs, ‘I love this man!’ Maybe I’ll be the one to scream it out until I’m hoarse and can only whisper in his ear. Maybe I should stop short of getting hoarse!

We finished our breakfast and then cleaned up our mess. I’ve had an agreement with my wife, if one cooks the other cleans. Larry has no problem with that arrangement, too. Five minutes cleaning up and we walked into my office down the East hallway, both with our coffees in hand. Time to get serious and bring home the bacon.

OFFICE NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS

Well, I think you would be happy, maybe proud to know this. As the horny middle-age men you have come to know and hopefully love; working in an environment conducive to fooling around, we both know when it’s time for work, and time for play. Maybe you would like to know more on how these aforesaid horny dudes, planned how they would work together.

The converted second master bedroom into my home office, has worked perfectly for solo me for years; however, there are challenges for the two of us now. The most important challenge for us, (Wrong! I know what you are thinking!), is we both have these fucking booming baritone voices, especially on the phone or video conferencing. I bet you didn’t know that about us! That just is not working well with both of us on the phone at the same time. Our work-a-round? One of us moves to the kitchen to talk, if the other is already on the phone. That is beginning to work for us so far, because we want this home office arrangement to succeed for us. I had not figured on Larry’s job requiring so much phone time. No fear guys, I’m okay with this though, he’s here and close by me, and I let his voice remind me of that new joy. But if we eventually become permanent work at home guys, I could see a spare bedroom becoming a second office. I’d rather suffer the loss of seeing him on the other side of the room than having us get annoyed with each other over work conditions.

One small and NOT annoying feature of us being together in the same office space, is the occasional neck and shoulder rubs we give each other. These favors have not turned into an excuse to fuck around though. But it’s a good bet that will come later when it’s serious fucking around time! I know something else Larry will need before long, a proper desk chair to use instead of a kitchen chair. So far, the 6-foot folding table is giving him a bigger desk than he’s used to at his own office. Maybe we can get him a chair at Amazon today. So, that’s how we are faring so far working together. Unfortunately, nothing sexy here other than two horn dogs mentally plotting the moves coming up with us after work.

Since there is no indication when this COVID-19 nightmare we all are going through will end, we decided that the working arrangements will remains as they are now. When Larry returns home at the end of the month, he will return here to work only daily. Lisa will do the same with Ellen at his house. We’ll see how that works out later on though. I don’t foresee anything drastically negative about that. Maybe I refuse to see anything negative!

I guess I’m not done yet telling you about our work arrangements. We plan work breaks just like in a regular office. Two coffee breaks and a lunch period are scheduled to make sure we don’t stress out being together and not being together, if you know what I mean. I can imagine, what you guys are thinking, ‘keep your dicks in your fucking pants, guys.’ We do, it’s our ‘little dick brains’ trying to think of ways to get out of our pants, don’t blame us! We’ve got this though!

Larry and I keep our backs to each other to help us focus on work, but that doesn’t mean I’m not imagining him behind me bare-assed naked. (He nor I are working naked, that would become the complete antithesis of anything resembling working.) Somehow, I seem to know when it’s break time; maybe my little dick brain has a built-in alarm clock? I quietly swing my chair around just enough to see Larry busy at his makeshift desk. I want to just look at him. I’m grateful he’s decided that working at home with me was what he wanted as much as me. I can’t help but notice his hair hasn’t been cut in a long time now. Maybe it grows in twice as fast as mine? Big blonde curls are overlapping his ears and shirt collar, I think he fucking rocks long hair! 

Larry enjoyed the moment with me

I quietly get up off my chair. Well that was the plan but tell the fucking squeaky chair that though. I know he has heard it, but he ignored it; thank you babe! I move over to his side of the room and place my hands on his shoulders for a light massage. And I can’t help myself, I run my fingers up through his curls and rub his head near the temples. He leaned back in his chair to enjoy the moment with me. He pushed his head back as far as he could and expected a kiss from me. Kind of a weird upside-down kiss, but it made the both of us giggle. After the most awkward kiss yet from me, he asked, “Sweetbabes, is it break time for us?” “You bet, sexiest and hunkiest man in the room with me. Let’s get some coffee.” “That’s it, huh? Just coffee?” “I’ve got cookies in the pantry.” “Cookies was not what was in my mind though.” “I know what’s in your mind, lover boy. And please do not forget that tonight with me, I’ll be sorely disappointed.” “Marc, that ass of yours was booked long ago, I’m thinking just about appetizers now.” “Yeah, well I’m as horny as you, maybe we can have a ‘nooner’ for lunch.” “I bet you think I don’t know what that’s is, huh? Well, I do, and you better not change your mind. Now let’s get the coffee installed.”

We are not planning on overdoing our breaks, because coffee should be the only main event. When I knew that our working arrangement was going to be real, I brought out our large coffee carafes we use for parties from my garage storage. The carafe holds more than enough hot coffee for us on breaks. No stale or burnt coffee for us!

FIRST COFFEE BREAK OF THE DAY

Coffee was very welcome this caffeine addiction break. We have not had enough personal time with each other since we started working at home. (I think the only ‘enough personal time’ will not come until we are both retired!) The next 15 or 20 minutes will give us time to be our silly selves for a few minutes and plan the evening, too. I’m never really silly around anyone but him, he just brings out the boy in me. Maybe I do that for him too. “Babe, you have any preferences for dinner tonight. I can take out something from the freezer while we are here in the kitchen.” “How about tube steaks? Maybe there’ll be time for a sample from me, now?” “Okay you silly horny toad, put that back in your pants until lunch time.” (Do you know how much it took out of me telling him to re-holster that thing I desire so much? Am I really that fucking crazy?) Larry told me that, “We can get a quickie in under ten minutes.” “Yeah, but why go for a ‘ten-minute quickie’, when we can have a ‘one-hour quickie’ at lunch.” “Marc, you’re getting to be an old fart!” “No, I’m not, I just want more time with you, than a few fleeting minutes at a time.” “See, that’s the difference between us. As the younger stud here, and you as the older geezer, I can handle both fleeting and longer.” “If you are trying to make me feel bad, you are fucken succeeding.” “Calm down old man, I’m just fucking with ya. I didn’t think you’d take it that personal.” “Yeah right, of course you did!” “Really, I was just yanking your chain.” Now it is my time to make him squirm a bit. 😜

“That’s okay Marc, I’ll get ‘old’ one day, too!” “Stop that ‘old shit’! It’s not going to make me feel any younger.” With his hand cupping his crotch, he said, “Marc, I think you really do need some of this young succulent meat, right now!” “No, I don’t, I need some coffee right now!” I wonder if he saw through that thin ruse of mine. I’d like nothing more than giving up my coffee for a 'suck at his young pump', but I’m still into letting him squirm some more yet! That’ll teach him to be a smart ass! Nah, it’s not, I should have gone for the dick offer. Are you getting a better picture of what it’s like between us now? We’re the ‘grown-up’ version of us a year ago in comfortable slippers.

“Hey babe, how about spaghetti with my special Bolognese meat sauce tonight, that won’t take too long.” “Okay, then let’s build a fire tonight and hang out on my air mattress. We haven’t done that in a while.” So, that’s the plan for our shelter tonight. I really can’t wait until our weather warms up more though. Any of you guys living in Northern California or near Sacramento like us, know it’s not swim time yet, unless you are a Polar Bear! I hope Larry gets to continue to work from home with me after this horrible time of ours is over. Lunchtime will become pool time like it has been for years with me. I’ll get that white hairy ass of his tan just like mine. Can’t you imagine his blonde curly hair on a tan ass, I can’t wait to write about that one day! Maybe by then he’ll let me take a picture of it for you, too. Keep dreaming Marcus!

LATER AT LUNCH TIME, YOU COULD CALL IT THAT I GUESS

The weather has been trying to act like it’s really California for us this week. We’ve actually had a couple of warmer days in the low 70°s. If you get to sit in the sun, it actually feels warm. I’m telling you this because I’m thinking maybe I’ll skip lunch and spend some time sitting out on my office-deck with Larry. I can’t guarantee it’s naked time yet, but maybe shorts and shirtless? “Babe would you like to sit out on my deck and catch some rays with me?” “Are we going to have lunch outside?” “Only if you’d like.” “Am I getting the vibe you’re not hungry Marc?” “Not really, I was thinking about grabbing an apple for lunch.” “You don’t mind if I make a sandwich for myself, huh?” “Of course, I don’t mind. Hell, you helped with the cost of groceries. Besides, you can have whatever you fucking want in my house.” (Oh oh, I just heard that!)

Before I left my office, I went to my walk-in closet to strip out of my sweatpants for a pair of shorts. I could ‘feel’ Larry’s eyes on me, so I turned to face him when I was bare-ass naked. (I did turn on purpose because I was starting to sport a healthy boner to tease him with. Of course, the pulling on my dick while talking to him wasn’t hurting my growing situation. When did I learn how to be such a fucking tease? Any wild guesses out there?) Larry said, “Maybe naked is a good idea, huh?” I told him it might be cock-shriveling time outside this early, and that I was going to put on some shorts. I guess that hit home for him and he asked, “Marc can I just wear something out of your closet to go outside?” “What do you think, babe?” “Of course, I can, it just seems weird to not ask first.” “Babe, that’s cool. So, let the record state, you have asked me first.  Now, whatever you find in there is yours to wear anytime you wish, forever.” “Thanks brother. That goes for anything of mine in the guest bedroom, too. I think I’m going to use one of those silky boxers of yours, you have me hooked on the one you gave me.” I laughed and told myself good idea babe, you rock in those boxers. I hope he picks the white ones that leave little to the imagination in the bright light. I don’t know why that makes a difference anyway, I see him naked more often than dressed. I guess something that teases is sexier. So, I after I changed into some shorts, I grabbed an apple from the refrigerator and headed outside. I know he’ll be outside shortly with whatever he makes for himself. 

There’s a small café table with two chairs on my deck. It’s where I’ve held my coffee breaks, breakfasts and lunches for years. (And I remember one terrific night months ago where I presented my ass for him while I was leaning on the table. Kind of hard to forget that night.) Now I’ll get to regularly use that second chair at the table. I know you might be wondering, what about your wife? Hasn’t she spent time out there with you? No, not really, there are other tables and chairs under the market umbrellas or covered patio that we’ve used. The office deck is my outside man-cave space that is perfect to share with Larry, my new office mate.

While Larry was munching on his sandwich and I was taking occasional bites out of my sweet 'Honeycrisp' apple, I decided to offer him something he’s been hinting about all day. I took off my shorts while sitting on the lounge chair soaking in the sun. I made it even more difficult for him by slowly stretching and stroking my dick letting it grow slowly into a proud dick. I could see him getting that sandwich to disappear down his throat bite after faster bite. His tube steak lunch was being prepared for him. He never took his eyes off my dick; I was afraid he might bite his fingers finishing that sandwich of his so quickly. No problem but he was licking his lips; well I think he was. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him move so fast away from a table as he just did to get over to where I was lounging. For the next ten minutes no sun found its way onto my junk. Pity, but ask me if I cared, no don’t ask, you know the fucking answer. What I cared about most was my babe thinking this might have been a one-sided event. Just give me a quick minute I told myself, and I’ll see he gets treated right. 

Larry moved the second lounge chair on my deck over right next to mine. And left the deck for a minute and came back with a couple of swim towels I keep stored in a chest in the patio. “Hey buddy, get up so I can put a towel under your ass for you.” What a sweet guy! In almost eight years out in the backyard pool area with me, I don’t think he’s ever done that before. “Thank you babe, you really are a good buddy.” “Thanks, but I was concerned you might get a splinter of wood in that smooth ass of yours and screw up later tonight!” And as quick as the good deed comes, the effect fades! I just laughed, nothing less than hearty. That was such a fucking funny comeback that he started laughing with me as well. God, it’s good to laugh with someone you love.

After the belly laughs and towel spreading, Larry dropped the white boxers he chose to wear, before sitting to soak in the sun with me. “Babe, that was a lunch break for the next chapter, you know that, right?” “So, tell me what else is new!” I remember being told not to forget the promised ‘nooner’ which he knew what it meant. So I mentioned to him, “Well, the lunch break is not over yet, nor the chapter. When you are ready for me, maybe we could go back to the café table, okay?” “What are we waiting for? I’m always ready; remember, I’m the young guy here!” I’ll be damned if I let him get away with his old fart thing again today! He’ll have to rethink what he calls me before the lunchtime break is over! 

Just in case you missed me telling you, at this point we are still in the ‘clothes optional’ opportunist situation. To paraphrase a recent quote from my love, ‘So, tell me what else is new with us!’ I sat down on the café chair and beckoned him over to me, which of course he was happy to do so. I have a feeling that I didn’t need to beckon him though. Funny what human parts can line up perfectly for men our size, whenever ‘clothes optional’ is in play. I was seated and he was standing, got the picture? I have this sneaking feeling Larry was using every trick in his cache, to keep me busy for as long as he could. That’s okay, I got to play with everything that turns me on about him. The only slightly disappointing thing was the sun not backlighting him. I will never tire of seeing how he glows golden with the sun behind him. But that’s okay, what wasn’t glowing was making my fingers happy they we alive and stroking his soft furry body. Of course, I didn’t care if he was holding off cumming; I was really enjoying my lunch now! However, I know a few tricks myself now, to get him to explode a load for me. Maybe one day when I get desperate for something new to write about us, I’ll tell you. At least you know how he gets me off if I’m stuck or holding back some. That’s going to have to hold you. Okay, so the trick he uses on me works for him too, but that’s not what I’m alluding to right now. See, I didn’t leave you hanging too bad, huh? Let us just say, my Honeycrisp apple lunch finally got the needed protein portion, too! You know I hate it when he pulls the ‘old fart card’ for me, but I do get the ‘young buck card’, so in a way, I win! 

(In case you are new to the blog and this is the first and only chapter you’ve read and are wondering; I’m joking here. I’m just trying to get a little giggle out of you, there’s only four years separating us in age.)

“Babe, what do you think about knocking off work early today?” “What do you have in mind Marc? I’m still looking at a shit-pot full of work to do today.” “Well, if we don’t take the whole hour for our lunchtime and limit our next break today, we could get done a bit earlier.” “I guess so, but I’ll know more in a while.” “That’s fair babe, it was just a thought anyway.” “Okay, I’m game what’s the thought about?” “Maybe we can have some ‘Marcus and Larry appetizers’ before dinner and then get our walk after dinner when it’s a little darker outside. I like it when we can hold hands or be arm in arm after dark.” “See, that’s why I love you so much Marc! You’re a horny bastard, just like me! Agreed then, knock off early and get some ‘us appetizers’ and a good dinner to walk off, too.” “Larry, I hope walking off the big dinner wasn’t the only thing you were expecting for the night.” Larry started laughing and just said, “You horny fucker!” And then I added, “That’s what you like best about me, right? I’m also thinking we can spend the rest of the night warming up our dicks in front of the great fire you’ll build in my fireplace.” Marc, are you trying to see how long my dick gets to stays hard today?” “Yeah, could be, young stud! You have a problem with that?” “Nope!” 

Well, with the evenings plans laid out for us, we did cut lunch short by 20 minutes, and only took a piss break later in the afternoon. Yes, for the curious out there, the bathroom break was taken together, but no fun touching. I just kind of followed him as he headed into the master bathroom. I know why he picked that one instead of the one in the office, it’s a long walk and a chance to stretch the old legs.  Oh yeah, keeping it real, we both got our clothes back on too. Kiss off any work being done if we didn’t do that! So far, we’ve been great office partners.

I was done enough at 3:00pm but I noticed my buddy was pushing it to get done though. “Hey babe, I’m at a done point for the day, so I’ll head to the kitchen to start dinner for us.” “Sweetbabes, come here please.” I did and was rewarded with a kiss as I leaned down over his shoulders to get it from him. “I’ll try to help you in the kitchen as soon as I can.” After the kiss, I placed my hands on his shoulders to give them a good rubbing and did him a dirty by slipping my hands over and down from his shoulders as to play with his perfect pecs and buried nipples in chest hair. “Babe, just a sample of what’s coming for ya tonight.” He was again wearing the white silky boxers he put back on after lunchtime fun and as he looked down into his lap, he told me, “Sweetbabes, look at what you’ve done to my dick again!” You guys have a good imagination, right? There’s this unbuttoned open fly in the silky boxers, and by now you know how his dick acts with a boner. How much more do you need to read to get the image?

MARCUS AND LARRY IN THE KITCHEN

My Beef and Lamb Bolognese with Rigatoni 

Earlier in the day I suggested spaghetti with lamb and beef meat sauce, Bolognese Sauce more accurately, to him for dinner. That’s a meat combination he complimented me on long ago, and right now I want him to be happy. However, what I really want while I’m in the kitchen, is my buddy working close by my side. Larry is particularly good in the kitchen; oh yeah, he’s a cooks good, too! Haha, sorry I needed to make a lame joke again, it’s been a while. Well, thinking up lame jokes was my way to spend the time waiting on him to finish work and join me in the kitchen. However, I’m serious about having him work with me, bouncing ideas off each other, it makes the cooking a joy for me. If he wasn’t here and I was alone, I doubt I’d be cooking for myself. I hate cooking for one. Joking around with each other, bordering closely to ball bashing, but not really, is far more fun lately for me. I often envision us doing this together, forever. “Babe, how about you deciding what we’ll have with the spaghetti? Oh, by the way, I have all kinds of pasta in the pantry, it doesn’t have to be just spaghetti.” “Do you have any pasta that looks like fat dicks?” “Now you are giving away what’s going on in that silly head of yours, pal!” “Haha. Tell me you’re not just starting to notice that, huh?” I looked at him and just broke out laughing; and then, trying to keep up the silly banter, I said. “I’m sure there’s some Rigatoni in the pantry. You can make believe they are fat dicks filled with my sexy Bolognese sauce that you can suck out of them.” “Okay, I want that instead of spaghetti.” He had me giggling and loving when he tries to get all sexy with his banter and ends up being just fucking funny, and I don’t want it to ever stop.” 

Larry actually made a salad! ‘Mr., I don’t do veggies,’ asked me how I made my Caesar Dressing. I told him what to pull out of the refrigerator and pantry. And he took over. He’s watched me over the years make it and it is one of his favorite ways to eat a salad now. “Babe, that makes me happy to hear you’d really like to learn how to make it yourself. Now it can be our special dressing.” “Yeah, you caught me in a weak moment. I’ll probably forget how I made it.” “I don’t buy that babe.” “Haha, I don’t either. Maybe I can teach you how to make a good omelette one day, too.” “You know what babe? I love spending time cooking with you. I could see us working together like this, forever!” “Forever is an exceptionally long time. You see that for us, huh?” “Yeah, don’t you?” “Sure, I do like the sound of that. So, what if I come up behind you while you are cooking and put my hands down inside your pants. Do you see us doing that forever, too? Is that going to annoy you?” “Come over here and let’s find out.”

Well, that kind of gives you a picture of what kind of banter goes down between us in the kitchen lately. We did eventually get to eat and clean up the mess we made together. And, we have a walk coming up after we digest our sexy dinner. BTW, Larry did spend some time trying to suck out my Bolognese sauce from the rigatoni’s, if only to honor his suggestion about doing so. He makes funny, sexy! That’s better than sexy, funny, right?

WALKING AT DUSK

Our Doppelgängers for real!

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this to you yet. Larry made me a gorgeous walking stick to use on our walks together. I’m using it tonight for the first time. Where do I get off having someone as special as him in my life? What did I do right to warrant such a wonderful human being? I ask myself often when I lay awake looking at his sleeping body next to me. Sometimes I don’t know what’s more beautiful, that man on the outside or the man on the inside. Maybe there isn’t a need to compare. I just hope I’m man enough to deserve to keep him in my life.

I know what I’d rather be doing right now instead of taking a walk after dinner. But I understand why he’s getting me geared-up for therapy after my knee replacement sometime in the coming months. I hope it’s before the heat of Summer though. We left for our walk through the garage door tonight, and I closed it from the keypad behind us. As we were walking down my long driveway, I put my left arm around his neck to get closer to his ear and asked him if it was just him under the sweats. “You bet baby! Let’s see who’s sexier in sweats tonight. You were pretty fucking hot the other night!” “You keep talking like that and we can judge for ourselves before we reach the end of the driveway!” I don’t think he has a chance against me guys, unless he can keep that dick of his down, I’ve got this contest in the bag!

I know one thing for sure, my dick was already pressing against my sweats by the time we hit the street. There’s no real contest here guys, we’re just a couple of horny bro’s being sexy with each other, that’s all. I’m loving my walking stick though, so I made sure to give him a kiss on his cheek often along our walk with my comments of praise and gratitude. 

I know Larry will be reading this chapter along with you guys, way after the fact, too. I cut the walk short tonight feigning aches that weren’t that bad at all. [Sorry babe, I just wanted to be with you by the fireplace more than on the street walking.] I’ll make up for being a faker at a later date, I promise. So after a few blocks, we headed back to the house. I’m bad, I know. I’m horny bad! You’d think by how much action my dick had today, it would be telling me, ‘fuck off dude, there’s only so much boner life left in me!’

WARM FIRESIDE MEMORIES

We came back in the way we left, through the garage. That keypad lets me leave without house keys jingling in my pocket, and I’m glad I shared that code with my babe, too. Larry said he’d head to the living room to set up the fireplace and the air mattress. I headed to the kitchen to make some drinks and buttered popcorn for our evening in front of the fire. I know Larry’s into the Classic Country genre, so I had Alexa play some for us on the Amazon Echo Dot speakers around the rooms. But not loud, just background so we can talk if we want to. I should say Larry is as giving to my music choices, as well. I like lots of Pop music but tend to listen to 80’s music more often. It is what I grew up listening to more often than not.

Before Larry made the scene way better!

With a tray of drinks and a bowl of buttered popcorn in hand, I headed to the living room to join my buddy. I imagined he’d be laying on the air mattress all naked and welcoming me to do a sexy strip show for him. Well, the walk took a bit of time because I was concerned about spilling anything, so there was more than enough time to develop those visuals in my head. What I was presented upon entering the space though, were two tall leather wingback chairs, placed side by side, dominating the fireplace area. Well, I got one thing right, he was naked and lounging in the chair placed on the right side of the fireplace. I asked him to hold the tray so I could set up a small TV tray near the chairs to hold everything. I made him another hot chocolate with whipped cream and mine was the adult version I told you about recently. [Okay, I just read that babe. There is nothing less adult about not drinking alcoholic beverages. Do not be upset with me, you know I write what comes in my mind mostly unfiltered.] 

“Marcus, I’d like to discuss something with you tonight, if you don’t mind.” (Oh oh, he used my full name, sounds serious, I wonder what’s up?) “Should I be concerned?” “Oh, don’t worry, nothing serious. I’ve been thinking about our anniversary this month, and I wondered if you’d like to talk about it.” That caught me by surprise. I guess old horny Marcus had his little brain taking control recently, so I told him, “There’s nothing I’d like more than talking with you, about anything babe.” “Marcus, I don’t always know if I have the right words, nothing like you seem to have, but sometimes I feel like I’ll burst with the emotions building in me. Does that make any sense to you?” “I know the feeling, so, yes I understand. Go on and tell me about it.”

Larry leaned over to me and placed his hand on my arm that was resting on the chair, to keep my attention, I guess. I felt him gently squeeze my arm and then he tried to work though his thoughts. “Every day I’m with you feels desperately short; time seems to fly out of my control. And sometimes when I’m with you, I get a little queasy inside, not the bad kind of queasy. See I don’t know if that’s the right word to use. You make me feel like jelly inside, warm jelly. This is stupid, I don’t know how to say anything right.” “Oh no babe, I know exactly what you are trying to tell me. Don’t you think that I might feel the same way when I’m with you? We both need each other very much; it’s just getting more noticeable lately.” Larry thanked me for understanding and not making light of his feelings. It’s my nature to find the joke in uneasy situations, it’s my way of dealing with that stress. But that doesn’t work with him like it does for me. So, I’m trying to change old habits, and I did not make light of his thoughts, not tonight.

“Sweetbabes, every day I’m with you is better than the last; at least that’s how I have been feeling. It kind of forced me think about us over the last year. We’ve had some really great times to remember. Is there anything you think about often?” “For sure buddy, anytime I think about you. Usually, it’s the last time we were together I remember as the best.” “Okay, good answer, if that’s what I was looking for. Maybe I should start this, huh?” “Absolutely, babe, nothing would make me happier.”

“Marc, I was thinking about our first full week together in Big Sur. So much happened that week, I don’t think I could rank through them, though.” “You’re right, I have so many levels of memory there, too. What sticks out the most for you?” “I guess the bad weather and getting stir-crazy inside that trailer comes to mind. Remember the walk to the Camp Store and the monsoon that hit us going back to the trailer? I think you told me to save myself, you’d get inside sooner or later, something like that. Talk about two fucking wet rats, huh?” “Strange how that’s funny now. But we did make the trailer our first real home for a week, and it was everything I could expect it to be. We made it our home together, yet we were nothing like we are today.” “Maybe, we have what we do today, because of that week.” “Look at you babe, a man not sure of his words, just nailed it!” “I’ll remember what you told me that week forever. You told me you were deeply in love with me.” “Marc, I was so sure what I was feeling was real love, and I needed to tell you.”

Guys, I don’t want to repeat everything about that week, I wrote a few chapters about that time. But there so many great memories for me from back then. I decided to tell him about one scary memory though. “Babe, it was in Big Sur that you found out for the first time about the blog I was writing about us.” “Oh yeah, that’s a memory I won’t forget soon. What the fuck were you thinking not to tell me about the journal you were putting online?” “Larry if I wasn’t so scared about how you’d react, you would have known about it right away. And then, maybe I was kind of selfish, too.” “What do you mean, selfish?” “You know everything about the blog now, but back then I was so turned on with the knowledge guys liked reading about us. And when we were getting thousands of new readers every week, I didn’t want to take a chance that you’d shut it down on me. I had no right telling the world about you as I was doing. But I did change your name, and some details so you’d not be recognized.” 

“You did tell me about it in the trailer and let me read all of your iPad copies. I thought they were good, but really kind of horny.  Oh, yeah, I remember wondering who this ‘Larry’ character was until it was pretty fucking clear, it was me.” “I know Larry, that was special for me watching you realize who the characters were. That is when you found out about my middle name, too. I was so relieved that you were enjoying the chapters I wrote, but you hadn’t seen any of the pictures yet.” “Yeah, the idea of pictures of us or guys that look like us, was fucking scary! I had no idea how far you were going to take this until I got home.” “I’m sorry babe, we still weren’t telling each other everything yet. I didn’t know how much the idea of pictures was going to affect you, though. You did a fairly good job of hiding that from me.” “Marc you should know what I did the minute I was back home and alone. I ripped through each blog chapter looking for the pictures you chose before I ever read another word again. Damn, there were some porn-like pictures in there. Every action picture I saw, I could feel myself getting hot and sweaty. My God the guys reading this are picturing me doing stuff like that with you! That stuff was private!” “Really Larry, something else you’ve never told me until now!” “Yeah, I got over it pretty fast though, it began to remind me of us together way after the fact. Don’t feel bad with what I’m going to tell you now; it kind of hurt that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me right from the start. I would have been so proud of you as a writer, just like I am now.” “I apologize babe, it was selfish of me, but I think I’ve made up for it by giving you a voice in the blog anytime you wish.” “Like I said, don’t feel bad, I’m just cleaning out some old cobwebs right now.”

“Larry, we’ve filled so many chapters of our life together now, it’s hard to pick the top memories I have with you. I guess if I really think about it, I’d go back to the Lake trip for the most important building blocks of our relationship today. Yes, I know we have had hotter sex and deeper emotions, and the best bleary-eyed times together since then. But without that trip, maybe there’d not be the today we have now.” “Yeah, you’re right Marc. I bet you don’t know everything about me back during that trip!” “You’re probably right, we weren’t telling everything to each other yet back then. Tell me something new, I’d love to hear it right from the source, that I can write about.”

Larry went back to the vivid dream I had about us that sparked the real trip to the lake cabin. “Marc, you’ve written about how our friendship was being strained before the trip. I’ll get to that in a minute. But I’d like to tell you about your dream and how it affected me. You wrote that you didn’t want to tell me about some of the sexy parts of the dream. I kind of suspected there was more to the dream than you told me about, though. I wish you would have, but I have a good imagination. I dreamed about the trip we were going to take for at least three weeks prior. And then I started telling Ellen about the trip we were planning and how excited I was about getting away with you and try to fix what was wrong with us.” “Yeah, Ellen told me recently about how excited you were, but I don’t remember you showing that to me before we left.” “Sweetheart, I how could I show you? I was still trying to figure out how I was going to fix us.” “Larry, I don’t know how I could have been so dense back then. Even in the truck I was trying to figure out how we could make the trip perfect. I had no idea you were thinking the same way. Man, we were so fucking good at hiding shit from each other!” 

“Marc, you saved me from chickening out on my plan to get us together that morning. I don’t think I would have had the guts to whip it out like you did, but I was going to do something that weekend if you didn’t.” “Babe, I had planned on something too, I just didn’t know what before we left. But when you were down the hallway catching me coming out of the shower that morning, I knew what I had to do. Just when, I wasn’t sure yet. But I bet you wanted to catch me naked, didn’t you?” “Okay, we are way past embarrassing stuff Marc, absolutely I did think I’d catch you getting out of bed naked. Maybe I kinda wanted to know what to expect while we were there. I’ve never seen you totally naked in seven years.” “Babe, I’ve only seen two-thirds of you uncovered. You always wore those fucking board shorts half-way down to your feet, even in my pool. I always figured your white body was going to be blinding!” “Oh, that’s a cruel thing to say about me.” “So, was I wrong in my assessment?” “No, I was pretty white. Haha. You know why I tried to cover myself anyway.” “Larry, no I really don’t, you’ve been in the pool with me with just those type of pants, same goes with boating with me. Have I ever made a negative comment about your body? Never. If anything, I’ve commented on how I wish I looked more like you.” “Well, since we are unloading the truth, I didn’t believe you. No one ever said nice things about me, unless they wanted something from me.” “Babe, I’m sorry, but that’s not me. I love every inch of your furry body. And I’m happy you let me say furry now, too. It will never be anything other than a complete turn on for me, you have to know that by now.” “Of course, I do. We are talking about a year ago and beyond right now. I was very defensive about many things. But I really didn't know how to handle wanting to be with you. That trip was going to be a make or break time for me.”

“Marc, I know you wrote you were a little scared about what you did in my truck back then, now that I’ve read about it in the blog; but you seemed so free, so comfortable with me doing that. You changed my life forever that morning. I had nothing to hide any more, you freed me to do whatever I dreamed about with you, and if you remember, I did!” “Oh yeah, babe I remember lots. I just couldn’t figure out how or why the big change though. However, I fucking loved every minute you were being your true self. That’s why our anniversary is so important to us, Larry.” “Sweetbabes, I’m never going to be the old me again.” “Babe, I don’t want to go back ever myself. We have given ourselves permission to be just the real us.”

“So, Larry if I had not started the ball rolling, what was your plan going to be? I’d really love to know. whatever it was, and I won’t make a joke about it.” “If you don’t joke about it, how will I know you really cared.” “Trust me lover, we are way beyond that now. I don’t need to hide behind my jokes with you anymore.” “Damn, you are fucking good, Marc! You are making it hard on me now.” “Nah, come on after what we can do with each other now without hesitation, what could possibly be hard anymore?” “Okay, then cut me some slack if I don’t say it right.” “Granted.”

“Well, for one thing it wasn’t going to be in the truck, that’s for damn sure. I was driving.” “Yeah, but that dick of your popped right out after mine.” “Okay, I know, but I didn’t start it.” “So, tell me, how were you going to woo me into your web?” “Marc, I put myself to sleep each night for three weeks trying to dream up how I’d get you to get naked with me. One was what we did anyway.” “You mean the naked hike, right?” “Sure, but did you know I wasn’t watching what you were doing when I stripped myself. I wanted to show you I could come up with something sexy on my own after what we did in the truck.” “Larry, we didn’t really do anything other than expose ourselves to each other. That was pretty innocent stuff.” “Yeah, but you opened the door for me to get totally naked with you on the hike. I was between shock and disbelief when I looked over and saw you naked, too! I knew right then anything was possible now.” “Larry, you said you liked watching naked me catching up to you often on the hike. I had no idea you were doing that on purpose, I thought you were trying to show off how much better you were than me.” “Well, yeah, that too buddy! But I also got to see the man I loved being with, naked. You were the sexiest man I ever saw.” “Let us be accurate babe, I was the only naked man you ever saw. And I turned you on!” “Yes, ‘Mr. I Tell It All’, watching the naked you catching up to me, was the most incredibly sexy thing I ever saw. I knew one thing, though.” “Okay spill it!” “Alright, you asked for it, I thought those naked low balls of yours were way hotter than your dick! Haha, I’m sorry you had to hear that. Why do you think they were the first part of the new naked you that I headed for on the trail.” “You know, I never had anyone touch my balls let alone suck on them like you did that day. I’m surprised I didn’t shoot a load right there.” “You’re surprised huh, the only thing I felt bad about was I didn’t have shaved balls like you. I was kind of disappointed you weren’t into mine back then, but I know why too. When I finally got mine shaved, I realized how much they were being ignored not only by you and me, but Ellen too. I was so into showing you what they looked like that morning in the coffee shop. I had to figure out a plan to show them off to you.” “Babe I had no idea what you were hiding in that jungle bush back then. I’m happy you are keeping it up too. Say, how did you explain them to Ellen after 33 years of not bothering?” “That wasn’t so hard, it was time for some manscaping back then. It was either that or get her started on me shaving my body again. I told her I kind of got carried away trimming the bushes and found my balls hiding in there. So, I emancipated them. She fucking loved them that way. But I’m afraid, she’s going to start up again on shaving my body though. Oh, that is so not going to happen again. Talk about itch and it’s just going to come back even stronger. It’s a chore keeping my balls shaved, but I’ll deal with that.” “Babe, I’ll shave them for you anytime. And you can do mine for me. Deal?” “That sounds awesome, buddy!”

“Larry what’s it going to be, sleep out here or the bedroom.” “I’m okay with either, but maybe the bed sounds more comfortable to me. And the toilet is closer, too.” “Then the bedroom is where we will spend the night.”

“Marc before we go there, do you think you can continue to work with me in your office if this virus thing doesn’t go away soon?” “Yeah, it’s fun unless we are on the phone together. But, hey you walked out of the room when we were both talking. Where did you go anyway?” “Just the far side of the kitchen, that worked out, huh?” “Absolutely, besides I’m not through enjoying your company. Maybe you feel the same about me. too.”  “Well, I wish I didn’t have to face the wall, I’d rather be looking at you instead.” “We can rearrange your part of the office if you’d like to, no problem from me.” ‘Maybe if I could face the window, I’d still be far enough away from your desk to not disturb you.” So, I told him we could do that the first thing in the morning before we start to work. “Babe, I’m glad you told me instead of holding it in for too long. I was just afraid if I got to look at you, I’d get nothing done except looking at you.” Larry started laughing like that was the stupidest thing he ever heard. “So, you like to look at me, huh?” “Like you don’t look at me, I’ve seen you staring at me.” “Haha, it’s probably a bad habit I picked up from you!”

After a wonderful day spent together! Goodnight!

Maybe a good night's sleep would be in our best interest; our dicks could use the rest! We have had a wonderful day once again. After extinguishing the simmering fire and bringing the cups and bowl back to the kitchen, we both headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. That never happened with Lisa, her night routine is long and not sexy at all. I’m not saying we are sexy getting ready ourselves, other than seeing each other naked and flaccid brushing our teeth, at our own sinks. Not sexy at all! Ha ha, Yeah right, nothing sexy there!

Marcus

How COVID Changed Our Lives journal continues in Chapter 68:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/05/ch-68-covid-19-good-bad-and-sad.html