CH 69 COVID-19 Finally, Fucked-up that Works

A FOREWORD JUST BECAUSE IT’S NEEDED

I wanted to say a bit about my good buddy Larry here before I got into the chapter for you. Larry wrote his first piece for the blog recently, and after I read it, I thought it should be a real chapter, not a Back Story as originally offered to him. Back Stories aren’t usually exceedingly long and might be used to explain something. I haven’t been spending much time on those lately, I wonder why?

You guys were awesome with your support for Larry’s first time writing in the blog. Well, he blew me away too. But what blew me away even more, was the other day in our office that he told me he’d like to write another chapter, if it was okay with me. Okay with me, was he fucking kidding, I’d love the help! His new idea is to tell us what was going through his mind during some of the stories. Specifically, the early chapters when he was unaware of the blog. Bring it baby! I can’t wait to post them for you. I hope you’ll continue with your support for him too, I’m sure that’s why he wanted to write again.

ALERT, SECOND UPDATE NEEDED

Okay, I got behind the eight-ball recently with work and just stuff that needed to get done first. So, my good buddy, finished his second chapter before I got this one done for you. And it’s even better  than his first try! He got me again on a couple of things I wasn’t expecting, too. Damn he’s getting good at this! I know we will be talking later; there are a few things I’ve got in mind to discuss with him. If you read his chapter you will know what I’m talking about! Don’t fret about it, I’m liking how he’s getting into our blog and making it better.

I can really see how this as the next logical progression of our journal blog after reading his chapters. It’s personally exciting to read what my buddy has to say about us, and if I got anything wrong, he could correct it for us. I’m getting goose-bumpy just thinking about what he might write about the next time. I’ll tell you one thing, I’ll never need to edit his work, he’s a lot better writer than he thinks he is. This is going to be Larry’s time to shine big time.

Oh, one last thing. I waited until my birthday today to post this chapter. It’s my present to anyone who wants to read it. I hope it doesn’t stop you from reading my buddy’s two chapters, okay?

CATCHING UP FROM THE LAST CHAPTER

Us catching some rays!

When I ended the last chapter, the weekend was up for grabs. Mostly me grabbing him under water! Haha! No really, grabbing junk can be fun with the right guy’s junk, if you happen to be a couple of "horny teenagers” like us! Okay, we’re guilty as charged! Get serious Marcus, what did happen anyway? Larry suggested a cruise up the Sacramento River for the day. Maybe drop an anchor or tie up to a dock along the way for the night. My thoughts? Sounds like a great change of pace from the sheltering for COVID-19 to me. I know there’s a bed below deck, we’ve had some fun on it a few times now, plus there’s a Head below deck so we don’t have to check the prop to pee. But that’s it, no galley, no refrigerator, or grilling area. Listen to me finding fault with another guys boat! Well, the cruiser wasn’t meant to be lived on anyway. But it is a beautiful restored work of ‘Mid-Century’ Mahogany craftsmanship. 

“What do you think Marc, you up to getting outta here this weekend?” “You bet, if you are coming along too!” He just gave me look that said, ‘What part of that sounded like I wasn’t going?’ So, we set out to gather what we could bring with us. I made a bunch of sandwiches and took a bag full of seedless grapes for the cooler, Club Soda, and every bottle of water I had in the garage refrigerator. We brought warm clothes, blankets, and pillows. I had some LED Lanterns to replace batteries on and bring with us. We charged our iPhones and iPads to bring with us too just in case we get bored with each other. Haha, like that’s gonna happen! While I was packing and making the sandwiches, Larry hooked up the trailer and boat and parked it in front of the house. Man, what a team, huh? 

I called Lisa and told her the house would be empty for them since we would be off boating for the weekend. I think I heard or imagined a soft ‘Yay!’ since the pool and yard would be theirs for the weekend. I’m sure they will make good use of the pool too. What Larry and I hadn’t discussed yet, would the river be good enough, or a trip to a close by lake, such as the Rollins Lake located East of Auburn in Colfax. We’ve been there lots of times with the wives but never just the two of us alone.

Larry thought the lake would be more fun, but it would be more crowded than the river. I have this thing about crowds, not my favorite place to be. There’s probably some fucked-up reason I’m not aware of yet, and then there’s that COVID-19 shit to deal with, I voted for the river. Larry was fine with it and that’s where we spent Saturday day and night, and part of Sunday going home. There wasn’t many opportunities to strip naked this time, although we did when we could, but the novelty is wearing down since we can do that anytime we wish at home. BTW, Larry’s all over tan is getting pretty noticeable lately, at least he’s watching out for overdoing the sun exposure on his pale skin. I guess he had his fill of smelling like a salad with the vinegar treatment I gave him recently on his sunburn. You must know that white ass of his will be the highlight of my Summer when it’s all tan and golden. He’s on his way already.

The reason I’m so comfortable having Larry as my boat captain showed up that night when he found the perfect place to tie-up the boat. An anchor and two rope tie-downs was perfect as far as he was concerned. We kept an exceptionally low profile while there, but the river was not a boating highway at that point anyway. We had our dinner of a second helping of sandwiches and snacks and water before retiring to below deck. I’m not a deeply knowledgeable guy about boating or if pissing over the side of the docked boat was okay with him. I figured keep the Head below for emergencies. “Babe, if I pee into the water, is that okay with you?” He laughed and said I better have good aim and not pee on the boat. Now I had to make sure I didn’t dribble on his boat; I took a chance anyway. That’s about as exciting it got on deck that day. We were just enjoying the ride, some catch and release fishing for him, and the breeze and sunshine. Like what could possibly be wrong with any of that? Nothing, not a damn thing. 

After it got darker and cooler, we headed below deck and locked ourselves inside the sleeping cabin. We actually did get some shut eye after the needed man parts loving. If you were waiting for something spectacularly hot from us, yeah…? Not that time. We kept the lantern light held low or off most of the time. We just didn’t want to attract attention to us out there, or a lot of rocking boat action as well. Can I tell you that we both had a reason to sleep well after the love fest? Sure, you betcha I can! What a pleasure to have sex without the begging or cajoling of our wives into something not really desired by them. I love the passion that exists between us, I hope we never lose that!

The one thing I didn’t figure upon was the absolute hunger we’d face upon waking Sunday morning after a night of low-key passion. There was a small bunch of green grapes left in the cooler that we shared and bottle water, but no fucking coffee! What was I thinking?! I apparently suck at food planning, no question, babe I apologize! Wow, that sucked for us, and we have a long time before we get back to the boat launch area. I seriously considered offering up my dick for sustenance for my babe that morning. I did say I seriously considered, right? It’s a good thing we don’t need ‘call ahead reservations’ for sex or blowjobs, because someone I love dearly must have read my mind this morning. Hey, there must be some amount of calories I could offer him, right? Well afterwards, my bud, you’re favorite ‘Larry’ guy, made sure I wasn’t left out this morning. I might have gotten a few more calories in the exchange though, he truly represents ‘studly’ well for all of us very well. I mean these were lifesaving gestures from us! Haha! No really, hunger is still very much on the table that doesn’t exist there! 

The sad ending to this story about our weekend away, was the first ‘real’ food we got to eat came from a McDonald’s Drive-Thru window. You can’t go inside anyway. A bag full of 2 for $4.00 Sausage and Egg McMuffins, and two large coffees. Like I said, I sucked at the food planning this time. Maybe this is something we need to do together or make a fucking checklist to follow. I can’t believe I didn’t bring the fucking coffee!

BACK TO THE TWO WEEKS WITH LARRY

While sitting in the kitchen having my first cup of coffee with Lisa that morning, my good buddy arrives a bit early from the garage entrance to the house.  “Good morning you two, am I interrupting something?” I answered for the two of us, “Absolutely not, come join us, you know where the coffee cups are.” So, he did, now we are only missing the fourth Musketeer, Ellen who’s probably wondering where the hell is Lisa this morning. 

Lisa asked us, but definitely directed the question to Larry, how our getaway weekend was for us. She knows we weren’t staying at the house, and I bet she was hoping for something juicy to bring back to Ellen to gossip about that morning. Larry didn’t hold back anything and told her that we went boating and anchored for a very cold night when it got too late to return home. “Lisa, that was the first time for Marcus to spend the night onboard; it might be the last one too!” And he laughed, I figured maybe I should do so, too. So, I did. And then I made a mental note to self, ‘what the fuck are you talking about?’That was way too much fun.’ So, of course, Lisa had to go ask me why. (Okay, good buddy, spring that on me huh? Your ass is grass and I’m going to mow it when she’s gone! I sound tough, huh?) So I proceeded to tell her, “Well the boat is way more fun during the day, but at night there’s no galley to make food or coffee, (which she doesn’t need to know I forgot to bring), some lights weren’t working, and it was freak’n cold at night with no working heater, too.” (None of this was true except for the cold and lack of a galley.) So, Lisa says to me, “Mr. Holmes are you telling me you guys couldn’t figure out how to stay warm at night? Really?!” (Okay, so for once I didn’t think the lie through totally enough; I told you lying doesn’t work with her.) “If you are asking me, did we spoon to get warm, of course we did, we know how to do that; it doesn’t bother us at all now. Actually, it was a real adventure, and fun, don’t worry.” And then Lisa addressed Larry, “Well, I hope you can get your boat up to my husband’s expectations in the future.” And she laughed that derisive laugh of hers which got Larry to chuckle from it himself. Somehow, I felt left out of this one. Oh, he’s going to hear later from me this morning!

LARRY TAKES LISA INTO THE OFFICE

Lisa tells Larry about their plans

After our coffee cups were emptied, Lisa asked Larry if she could have a private word with him. He agreed and led her to ‘our’ office leaving me dumbfounded in the kitchen with an empty coffee cup. Okay, WTF, that just fucked up the timing of my pounding on him about his answer to her. What’s so secret that I can’t be around to hear? Oh, I’ll find out soon enough. Man, I wish I bugged the house now! (No, I don’t think that! I’m just venting.) So, I refilled my cup and waited drumming my fingers on the table. My first thought was to go find something to stuff into my mouth. Thankfully, my brain kicked in with, ‘So you do like your new hips now, right? Do you need to eat your sorry-ass feelings away again?’ Stupid brain coming up with positive thinking! So, I drank my coffee loving my slimmer hips, and maybe I should work on a way to ‘feed’ my insecurities. Man, it’s taking them a long time in there! One more sip of coffee and I’ll need to pee again! 'And, what’s with that all the time now?'

Finally, they come back into the kitchen from ‘our’ office. Lisa makes it over to my chair and kisses my forehead goodbye, as she heads over to start her work day with Ellen. I threw her an air kiss since she didn’t hang around long enough for a real one. Larry sat back down after he started another pot of coffee for us. It’s cool that he’s so at home with me, he just does what needs to be done without asking anymore. He did ask me what was on my agenda for today beyond work, totally ignoring the last 15 minutes or so in my office with Lisa. “What’s on the fucking agenda? What the fuck went on in the office for so long?” “Oh that, she thought that maybe she was missing what a real furry man was like to fuck, so, she was ravishing my furry body before work, that’s all. She’s really, hot too!” “Yeah right, she’d pick you over all this.” As I waved my hand over my mid body, pointing out a few salient parts, which made him laugh out loud at me and say, “You mean those ‘special parts,’ the ones you haven’t been fucking her with for the last few years?” I swear if there was coffee in my mouth it would have been a spit-take! “Sweetbabes, this is going to take some time to discuss; you want to do it now or do it later?” “Now! Fuck later!”

“Okay, it might mean walking over to my place though.” Now he really has me guessing what was said between them. “Okay, spit it out, what’s going on over there?” “Marc, relax it might be something you’ll really like.” “You have my undivided attention now. But you’ll have to wait, too much coffee and I need to piss again!” “You gonna need my help?” Laughing throughout each word. “Maybe later, depends upon what you say. And, don’t forget what was said, too!” “Remember, I’m the young stud, I don’t forget shit!” I had to pee more than keep the banter going, fortunately the office bathroom is not too far from the kitchen. Maybe I am getting old now, he sure can hold his pee longer than me. Young stud, my ass! Just a bigger bladder!”

OUR WIVES WANT A WORKABLE REMODEL

My image of Ellen as planner

After the needed pee stop, it was on to the knowledge I desired. Back sitting at the kitchen table with him again, I asked what he meant about going over to his place. He told me that the dining room table which seemed like a proper desk for them, really wasn’t at all. I should tell you guys, Lisa is a neat freak, a fuss budget about everything that would drive most men ‘bat shit crazy!’ And I don’t just mean toilet seats left up, or messy bathrooms (I spared you the nasty descriptions here), and the list goes on and on. The up side, our house is ready for visitors at any time; that’s living with a neat freak for you. So, I’m thinking whatever is going on over there, it’s probably Lisa that started it for them. 

“Marc, they want to take over my den and turn it into their office. And Lisa wanted to hear my concerns about that before it was brought up to all of us. I think that was super kind of her, but I will lose my only spot in the house though.” “So, how do you feel about that?” “Well, before I tell you, there’s much more yet.” “Larry, sweetheart, best buddy in the fucking world, spill it before I bust a gut over it!” “They want to do a lot of remodeling in the house, and get this, maybe build a Casita in the backyard that could become a detached office or small guest house.” “Tell me it was only Ellen’s idea.” “I don’t know, probably not, maybe it is a combined thought from them living there together now.” 

“Babe, oh I feel you right now. You know my office is my only space in this house. Fortunately, it’s also my office, so it’s secure. You know I’m lucky enough to have my own bathroom, walk-in closet and the office deck as a part of it, too.” “Yeah, now you have to put up with me sharing it with you, I’m sorry.” “Oh, come on babe, sorry?! Don’t ever think that! You were the missing piece to complete my office!” Larry didn’t say anything other than throw me a wink and smile, I know my buddy too well now, what I just told him was something he needed to hear from me directly, words would have failed him if he chose to speak. Oh yeah, we have truly transformed ourselves into the best brothers act on the planet!

“Larry, please hear me out first while I try to talk this thing threw. I never even thought about asking you if you had a place for yourself at home.” I don’t know Marc, maybe I never thought it was important enough to talk about it, nothing personal buddy.” “So, besides jacking-off, what else did you do in there?” “Jacking-off huh, so, when were you watching? Hah! No come on, I’d played computer games sometimes, and is was where I could go when work drove me crazy all day, plus it’s a place to get away from a nagging wife, too!” He laughed at that, but I bet it was his ‘dog-house’, too. “Marc, do you know where I read the chapters you write? Right there in my easy chair on my iPad. I’d close the double doors behind me and just relax in my own space. You know, I didn’t dare use my desktop computer to read the stories once I saw the sexed-up pictures you added. I couldn’t chance that Ellen would walk-in and see them on that big screen. The side table has a reading light and a big box of Kleenex Tissues, too. Wipe that smirk off your face, you little fucker! Not for what your horny brain just went to! They are for my allergies, and sometimes when you make me emotional over something you wrote about us.” “Thank you for sharing that, babe. Ahh…, I don’t know what to say; I’m kinds stuck for words right now.”

“Larry, I was thinking what I was going to say to you, but I don’t know anymore.” “Marc no please say it. I didn’t mean to interrupt you, please…“ “Maybe, it’s just a thought that came into my mind. You know that Lisa made you pick a guest room to stay in, for your clothes and stuff you might need while here. Couldn’t that become your 'man-cave' here with me? It’s already yours and it shares a Jack ‘n Jill bathroom with the other guest bedroom. It sounds perfect. Maybe we can bring your easy chair over and put it in there, too.” What he said next was exactly what I needed to hear; it means we are existing on the same emotional level. “Marc, I don’t need a ‘man-cave’ with you, this whole place is the best ‘man-cave’ I could ever dream of having.”

“So, does that mean you are okay with giving up your special place in your house?” “I’d hate it if I didn’t have this place with you, that’s for fucking sure! Marc, you don’t know all of it yet though.” “Good or bad?” “You tell me after I tell you what she said.” “Like I said, I’m all ears for you babe.”

“Lisa asked me if I’d mind it very much if she could stay over at my place while they make the changes to the house. Coming back here each night during the two weeks she’s back home with you, would make it hard on them to do the remodeling after work. She also hoped you wouldn’t mind spending more time with me than what we all agreed on a few weeks ago.” “Okay Larry, first of all, tell me you’re not shitting me, and if you are, you rank up there with the worst bullies ever!” “Marc, I’m not shitting you, this is what we talked about this morning. She was very apologetic too about the changes they were planning to do without my approval first.” “So, what the fuck did you tell her?” “I said, I’d break the news to you today and see how you felt, and then I’d get back to her so she could talk to you.” “You fucken promise me you’re not just busting my balls; I really want to believe you.” “Marcus, you must know when we are doing that by now, huh? There’s nothing more fun for me than screwing around with your head, but not today. I promise you; this is really what she said, I’m not shitting you.” 

“Larry, need I ask you where your head is on this remodel?” “If you do, I’d be extremely disappointed in you! Do you have any idea how much I wanted to yell ‘yahoo!’ while I was in there with her. I’m the guy who needs the ‘Oscar for Best Actor’ wondering in front of her, how you’d react to me staying here longer with you!” “So, when do they want to start on this?” “Oh, they already have ordered furniture, I think my room was the last thing they thought about telling me. After we go over there to discus their plans, I bet she wants to stay at my place starting tonight. If you ask me, I think if we were home and available this weekend, they would have told us then.” “Well babe, then we should go give them our thumbs up, but let’s not act so happy in front of them. After all you are losing your ‘man-cave’, maybe you will get it back if they go through with the Casita idea. This could be a ‘win-win’ for all of us!” “We can only hope so, I hope they don’t fuck up my house doing stuff themselves.” “Larry baby, you don’t know my wife, she’ll have more workmen in your place than you could imagine. She’s not the handy woman you think she is, you’ll see.”

OVER TO LARRY'S HOUSE TO HEAR THEIR PLANS

We chose our lunch time for the trip over to Larry’s place to discuss their plans and possible expense. I told Larry before we walked next door, not to worry about the remodel cost, that I bet Lisa will have deep pockets for the changes. Lisa is not tight with her money, and she has great taste in furniture too. “Marc, I don’t want you to think everything is on your backs, right now you’ve bought me a chair and a desk too. Now you think Lisa is going to pick up expenses at my place. I don’t want you guys getting stuck paying for all that shit.” “Don’t sweat it babe, the girls will work it out, after all we are for ourselves, let’s see what they can do.” “Marcus, how should we handle this with them?” “Babe, let them do the talking, we’ll listen and be supportive.” “Look at what they are giving us back during the construction! I’d say, give them even more construction ideas, maybe our beards will grow long and gray waiting for them to finish the project.” That was all it took to relax him before we left for his house, our laughter cures just about everything for us.

THE MEMORIAL DAY BBQ, HOW DID I ALMOST FORGET IT?

Larry knows BBQ, I told you!

While Larry and I were in our second week in a row together, came our Memorial Day Holiday. We decided together that we should invite our wives to a BBQ and swim for the day. Well, I brought it up and Larry quickly agreed. The weather has been hot lately with promises of over 100°F weather that week. So, a late afternoon swim and early evening BBQ afterwards sounds good to us. I asked Larry to decide on the main food we’ll provide, and I’ll handle the appetizers and drinks and whatever. You know I’m thinking this could go two ways, either a big steak BBQ or something else to tell us he’s less predictable now. One thing I’ve come to love so much about the ‘new and improved Larry,’ when he makes up his mind about something, he sticks to it. The steaks are for us another day, he pulled out some St. Louis Style Pork Ribs from the freezer to BBQ. Larry’s a champ on the grill and these will be fall off the bone awesome, believe me! I’m putting some Genoa Salami and Provolone snacks together, some hummus with Kalamata olives diced inside and Pita Chips. The wives would be upset if I didn’t have some fresh veggies too. As far as I’m concerned, and I know Larry is with me on this, our wives deserve this day and our respect for the huge gift they’ve given us. In years past, this holiday was theirs to treat us since we are both veterans. And, we let them, too! Hey, we’re guys what do you want from us?

The next topic that morning was bound to come up. Nudity. I asked Larry how he felt about swimming naked with our wives once again. Would we continue how we left off last Fall with the wives. I had a feeling there wasn’t going to be a return to the prudish behavior of old. “Marc, I don’t see why we have to change anything, everyone was comfortable that way last year. What do you think?” “I guess I’m okay with that, if you are.” Larry told me that maybe we should be first to strip so they know it’s okay with us. “So, Larry if they don’t strip where does that leave us?” “Sweetbabes, all naked and having fun, that’s where. I bet they strip and hit the pool while we are getting everything ready, though.” “Then babe, we better have everything ready before they get here, if we want to beat them to the pool.” 

I laughed at our emboldened and remarkable bravery. “Larry, you’re getting to be so much fucking fun to hang with. I really love this thing we have together now.” “Just getting to be, huh? Haha. Yeah, me too buddy, but maybe we should trim it back some though in front of them.” “You really think so, huh?”  “Think about it Marc, we fool around too much and I’m going to grab something I love on you and embarrass all of us.” “Are you really thinking that could happen?” “I don’t know; you do make me horny. I don’t want us to get any serious boners in front of them while naked, that’s all.” “So, is that growing bulge of yours related to me?” “Oh shit! See what I mean?” That was worth a good laugh and then ignore; there’s way too much shit to do yet. We’ll take rain check on the boners until later when it counts.

Larry and Ellen diving together

I really thought there’d be something ‘juicy’ to write about for that holiday, but there wasn’t anything much at all. Just because we all became comfortable naked around each other last year, is old news now. Really, was there something new we intended to hide from each other? There’s nothing new except for one thing. I do look way fucking hotter naked now, 20 pounds lighter than last year! I hope Ellen still thinks I have a cute ass! (You know I’m going to milk that shit with you until even I can’t stand it anymore.)  I don’t know how it happened, but Larry has gotten way more comfortable about his nakedness and might be eclipsing me on that front now. Personally, I don’t think he was ever the least bit concerned about nudity; we just needed to work out how we dealt with it between ourselves. Some time ago I told him my wife Lisa was a fan his fuzzy body, that probably opened another closed door for him. I have always loved the flirting that his wife Ellen and I do together; it’s playful fun and will never go anywhere anyway. Doing it naked now could be even more fun, well so far, (my dick be still you little fucker!) If something happens, you bet I’ll write about it, so don’t fret.

However, once outside of the pool our nakedness disappeared, Larry and I did wear pool towels, however, first thought was to put my towel on like Larry showed me, but I chickened out. Damn, that could have caused a few comments though. Anyway, that’s supposed to turn Larry on, not them. The wives brought some flimsy sexy covering to wear though. I flashed on their thinking, was it sexy for us or sexy for themselves. I hoping themselves; I have enough on my plate trying not to get a boner looking at Larry’s ass in that towel. He does rock a damp towel! Do you know what’s going through my head on a day like that one? How would I explain the tenting in my pool towel without compromising my allegiance to Larry? I wondered what Ellen was thinking about us in and out of our towels. I kind of missed the flirting. No, I did miss the flirting, all of a sudden, I didn’t feel sexy anymore. I bet Larry will fix that for me after they leave, damn well better! Maybe I should let him know how needy I became first though.

I told you Larry would rock the grill, and he did. He can rock just about anything he puts his mind to! How lucky for me, I get a lover and a grill-master rolled into one! The naked swimming time was super tame, and I didn’t think it was sexy at all, especially us, that was fortunate. Man, we were great at keeping our hands off each other! (Isn’t that the opposite version of who we are?) But you better believe all that pent-up horniness was going to get released after they left that night. Isn’t it just fucking weird, over a year ago Larry never even considered trying to swim naked with me, or God forbid all of us together. We’d still have fun though and Ellen would still be flirting with me and I’d egg her on because I loved the attention. Lisa and Larry are way more conservative people, and probably cringed at the playfulness of Ellen and me over the years.

After months of writing to some of you guys, (you know who you are), if that Holiday didn’t have our wives, but just a bunch of you guys and us, can you imagine how that day would have gone down? Haha, I still don’t know for sure how Larry and I would handle a few other naked guys in the pool with us, but that image keeps coming into my mind and happens more frequently lately. It’s not an orgy that I envision though; maybe it’s the brotherhood of guys who think alike? Anyway, the likelihood of that happening, is not so great. Anyway, I’ll let you guys fantasize about us doing that with you, no harm building fantasies, huh? We could be fun guys to know like that. [Larry, you didn’t read any of that.]

Me and Larry diving into my pool

Fortunately, for us and maybe the wives too, they left before dark that night. Too bad my pool lighting is very romantic, and you bet that’s not going to be wasted with us. In case you’ve been wondering about that loveseat under water in my pool, it was put to good use that night. Of course, after the wives left us, we cleared any of the fly attracting food plates to the kitchen sink. After that, our pool towels were dropped on my office deck so we could dive into the deep end together. A couple of laps were swum by both of us before stopping at the deep end of the pool. While treading water, I planted the kiss I wanted to give him all the time the wives were with us. He found a few interesting things for his hands to play with on me while we were kissing. I know what he wants and soon! He headed to the underwater seat and I followed obediently behind. I had wanted to kiss him so badly all afternoon, but he had something more, let’s say, physical in mind with me. I am all in for whatever he wants, but you know it’s going to be my turn sooner or later. Not too much later I hoped. Just in case you are still wondering, the pent-up sexual energy in both of us got a little carried away for the pool, but we powered through it pretty well. 

Larry is a workhorse you must know by now, so he wanted the kitchen cleaned up before our bedtime, even though it was well past 1:00am. Perhaps, he wanted to restock his balls before bedtime? Haha, I’m sorry I had to say that because it was fucking true! Besides, coffee and breakfast will be more welcome with a clean kitchen in the morning. Trust me guys, I have zero complaints about living with him 24/14, normally it would be just me doing that, now I get this gorgeous hunk who sometimes forgets he’s naked helping me load the dishwasher. Where’s my legitimate complaint? If you find it, keep it to yourself! 😜

BACK TO A MORE CURRENT TIME IN THE JOURNAL

A little bedtime fun, can't hurt

After our discussion with the wives it was approved by all, that we would go back to the wives staying together to work on their office remodel. Of course, that gave Larry back to me before the next scheduled time. I don’t think I need to tell you what a joy it was to have him return to my bed long before the scheduled two weeks ahead of us. 

There’s one vastly different thing that happens for me at bed time now being with my buddy. We go to bed together. That may not be different for you guys, but around here it’s epic! Lisa insisted that she needs to get to sleep first since she had an early morning commute to Sacramento. Well, sex was hardly ever on the table, so I found stuff to do for a couple of hours before retiring myself. So, it went for years.

Tonight, when we finished our bedtime routine and were finally in bed, me on my back with my babe quickly rolled over on top of me, I knew Larry had more than sleep on his mind at the time. He kissed me our way, the way that says hello in there, wanna play? Do I want to play? Hah, what do you think? He leaned back off my chest and was sitting up on his folded legs exposing the part of me that answered his question nicely. As he was fondling my toolset, which I tend to enjoy immensely, I told him what came into my head at the moment. “Babe do you know what I like the most about being with you?” “That I’m playing with the parts I like on you the best?” “Haha, you fucker, no. Well, yes of course, but that’s not where I was going with this.” “Well take me there before you shrivel back up!” “Hey, there’ll be no shriveling allowed tonight! No, good buddy, I’m just laying here with you desiring me, wanting me to be with you. To be wanted is something I’ve lived without for too long, I almost forgot what it felt like. I hope you know I desire the fuck out of you, I want to fuck you so bad right now.” “Marc, then fuck me right now, do you think that will let you how much I desire being with you too? I was going to nail your ass first tonight, but you know what? I’m still going to do that!”

I used this one before but it's still hot!

I didn’t expect to get starting privileges, but I’m taking it. I thought we haven’t really used my conch-shaped shower to its full potential for a while. That’s where I wanted to start, listen to me 'start huh' maybe there will be a next spot too. So, I dragged his ass into the shower and let him turn on the jets he’s found suitable, well he did fix the ball crushing jet for us a long time ago. So, it’s ball safe in there now. I asked him to put his hands up on the glass brick wall to keep from slipping and falling. I spent more time than usual lately getting his ass ready for me. No question he’s right up there with me now on asshole sensations. Once he was receptive with my soapy fingers, they got replaced with a soapy dick I happened to have ready for him. I don’t know what I like more, giving or receiving this way. Maybe it’s 50/50? I can live with that. While my dick was otherwise remarkably busy, my two hands wasted no time rummaging around his very wet and soapy furry middle parts. Tonight, is destined to be a full-service wash and fuck event. Unfortunately, those fucking knees of mine started to bark at me, so I redirected him to one of the built-in shower benches. I’ll sit and he knows the drill, it’s one of his specialties with me. As much as I like that position it’s not the best for cumming for me. So, I got up and had him bend over exposing a very accessible target and I made sure cumming was at the top of the event list. My buddy talked my dick into cumming for him. I told him to move over this buddy of his needed to sit right now. That was fucking intense! My sweetheart has a turn sometime soon and he thought I should be back in bed not pushing my knee luck. What a sweetheart! By the time we finished the shower and drying off, I was in a good physical place for him.

I may need to watch this a bit longer

Larry had me lying on my stomach first, I figured he might start that way with me. I kind of figured he’d get right down to business, it’s getting late. What I did get was one of my favorite presents, a warm wet tongue. But first he made sure my dick and balls were very accessible to him because they were about to be employed in his plan of total domination! Tada! Okay, maybe a ball wash and the ticklish bottom of cock tongue wash, especially the part right under the glans and slit. For guys who have next to little skill in this arena, we do pretty damn good for ourselves. Frankly, I could have spent the night enjoying his attention to detail with my parts. But just when I thought that would be the case, he turned me around onto my back. Man, my dude is fucking strong! I wonder if he was a wrestler in high school, nah he was too thin back then. 

Once on my back again he carefully spread my legs apart and lifted both legs up to rest on his shoulders. Oh, one of my favorites coming up! He can get that dick of his deep inside me that way and I really love it, it’s never hurt me, but he can reach parts of me that don’t get that attention otherwise. The best part is when he wants to cum, he lets me wrap my legs tight around him and we just about melt together, and I can feel every drop of him entering me. We will sleep very well tonight.

YOU BET WE BOTH SLEPT WELL LAST NIGHT!

Sometime you don't want it to end

So, this morning we arrived at work directly from my bedroom. A quick shower to wash out last night’s passion, our dicks deserve the rest for a while. I’m not sure if our age is catching up with us, because after last night in bed, we only helped soap each other up in the shower because it’s fun. Besides, I like touching him. Okay, he has fun with me, too. I don’t know that just soaping each other up qualifies as not being horny enough. We do know how to make showers fun though. If I’m not mistaken, that we started that kind of fun over a year ago, too! After getting ready together in the bathroom we headed to the kitchen for a light breakfast and coffee. I just flashed on something writing about getting ready in the bathroom for you. You know the one thing both of my wives wanted in the Master Bathroom was two sinks and a vanity. We never ever spent time in the bathroom together getting ready for anything. Yet my buddy and I have done that countless times, that’s really strange to me. Not that we can get ready at the same time together, but the ones who asked for the sinks never used them that way. Weird.

What I know that he doesn’t yet, is his desk is arriving today from RC Willey’s Furniture Store in Rocklin, CA. That’s the place we picked to purchase his desk; this is a fully assembled dark Cherry Wood desk. No time to be building a desk from a box of parts. If Lisa found out, we did that she’d kick the desk out of the house. So, I can’t wait to see my babe’s face light up upon seeing the desk arrive today. Need I tell you my mind is running toward the thank you I got for the chair. How will it go today? Maybe that rest-up we got by not getting crazy in the shower this morning will set the stage for us later today. Even if it doesn’t, I have a partner in bed with me for the immediate future. How could that not be awesome!

You know what, I’m going to wait and tell you about the desk next time, for a particularly good reason or two. One, maybe you’ll return to find out, and two, the desk hasn’t arrived yet, and this chapter is long enough as it is. Or, maybe Larry will tell you himself, I kinda hope he will, that would be a great present for me.

Thanks for caring about us guys like you do, it means a lot to us.

Marcus

Our journal continues with Larry’s Third Chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/06/larrys-3rd-posting-way-i-saw-it.html