Larry's 3rd Posting: The Way I Saw It

Hi, I’m “Larry” Janssen and this is my third posting.

Since the last time I wrote for the journal, I was trying to find something Marcus wrote that I could discuss with you. I guess you know I had a lot of choices since I didn’t know about the blog until our second trip together. I loved everything he wrote after reading them a couple of times. Can you imagine how I felt reading about myself through the heart of someone I love? Maybe I could add something.

One thing I get from reading your comments to us is how much you like the love we have for each other. Marcus gets the credit for writing from his heart all the time. You know, for years deep down inside of us was where we kept our true feelings away from each other. We had this great bro thing I never had before, not that I can remember anyway. I loved that feeling we had for each other. I don’t think I felt anything was missing between us for years. Yeah, now I know what was missing! 

It just felt so good meeting up with him over coffee, just the two of us as we talked about a lot of different shit back then, and we made each other laugh all the time. Everything was funny. I loved every minute laughing over anything with him. But when it was time to leave for home or work after coffee and live our lives without each other for another couple of weeks, it kinda messed with my gut. It was like I just ate this big hunk’n ass meal, but my stomach was still growling for food. I hope I’m saying this good enough for you to understand, it got really hard for me to leave him. I didn’t know if he felt that way though, this was my problem that I didn’t know how to handle. I can only tell you for me, but I was afraid if we got out more often, my wife Ellen would think there was something going on with him and me. You know, more than just friends, even best friends. That’s how it was for years, maybe we could have made it better, but we didn’t. I didn’t even try.

I don’t think there was much written about the two of us before the lake trip at all. Maybe one day I can tell you more about us, maybe more than what I just did. It probably won’t be as sexy as Marcus can write though. I’ll think about it and see what I can come up with.

So now I’m thinking, someplace in the beginning of the journal, the sneaking around behind our wives back was getting way hotter for us. The sex between us was mind blowing for me and I was fantasizing all the time about him afterwards. I really still couldn’t tell him that about me, I didn’t understand any of that yet. So, I’m thinking maybe there’s some chapters he wrote that showed how we started to really need each other this way. I have lots to choose from too.

I found these four chapters after we came home from the lake trip, to say something about this time for us. They really only covered one whole day in our life! Imagine he got four fucking chapters out of that! He really can talk a lot, huh? You know, he’s my best buddy and I love him, so if he wants to write six chapters about one day together with me, I’ll read every word and love it too! I found these to write about: 

Ch. 10 Alone Together, Ch. 11 When May we strip please, Ch 12 Spoiler, Unexpected Stuff Happens, and Ch. 13 Fantasies Accomplished, Check! 

The many comments on the chapters made me think you liked them a lot and maybe I should see if I could add anything, I remembered myself.

At first, I didn’t realize that these four chapters were really all about one long day for us until I got to the end of each chapter. Marc is writing much longer complete chapters than these now. We haven’t talked about why yet, but I think I figured it out for myself. It’s really difficult to read all the blog chapters like you would in a book. You have to go back to the Archive at the top to find the oldest chapters and then keep hitting the “older posts” link. That’s sucks! I know this is not Marc’s fault, it comes from the way the Blogger app is set up. I wonder if that’s something that can be fixed. Maybe one day I can help him figure it out. But it sucks big time the way it is! I know Marc tells me we get new readers every day, it must be a pain in the ass for them. Sorry guys.

I think I want to say something here that might be a bit over my abilities yet. So, I hope I say it right for you. I know how Marcus and I act together now is way different from back when theses chapters were written. And I know Marcus was learning how to be a blog writer too, well I know that now, not then. Since I was there and messing around with him, sometimes I wondered if I was really as horny as he wrote about me. Maybe I was. It still feels strange reading about the two of us back then, I knew we were pretty awkward sometimes, nothing like we act today. Now we both seem to know what the other wants without even asking. I don’t know, but somehow, we seem to share the same brain now. He knows what I’m thinking all the time. I know I do with him too. Marcus is easy though! It’s like reading a sexy novel with him. 😛 You probably know that about him by now anyway!

Man, this is not easy thinking this out for you. Hang in there with me, I’ll figure this fucker out yet! Back then when he was writing about us, he had to be guessing what I was thinking, I doubt I was very open about stuff like that yet. He had me kind of being aggressive with him sometimes, but nothing like me now! 😛 I know now what I want when we are together and I’m not afraid to tell him. But to be fair to him, he’s no slacker in that department himself. I love it when he wants me, and now we are together so much, I can be there for him. Anyway, maybe I made something simple complicated, sorry if I did. Maybe I should move on now to the chapters I picked out for you.

CH. 10 ALONE TOGETHER

Before I get to the part I want to deal with, maybe you might remember that Marc and I have given a spare house key to each other. It’s a safety back-up in case either of us are gone or maybe an alarm goes off. Well over the years since we all are more like family than neighbors, we are in and out of each house all the time. Okay, so now maybe what he wrote will make more sense.

In his story, I had asked Marcus if he’d like to go boating on the river with me on my cruiser for my day off. I guess you know now that we have a habit of ball busting each other all the time, or we are always messing with each other’s head. I thought about playing a trick on him that he wouldn’t know about until I sprung it on him. We’ve been apart too long for me and I was really horny that morning. The wives were already off to work too. 

When it came time to get going that morning, I waited in bed for a very long time to see if he would come over to get me up. Soon he was in my house just like I thought he would be, and then he came upstairs to find me. I played opossum on him and made believe I was deeply asleep. I’m a light sleeper, I’d know if someone was in the house. I guess I won’t be playing that game much after writing this. 

Marc and I know a whole lot about each other by now, we’ve had years of talking and learning about each other over coffee. We both sweat during the night, so he knows I sleep naked just like him. It took a lot to make believe I didn’t feel the sheet being pulled off me, but I faked snored for him. I’m very okay with all of this and I’m even glad he wrote about it too. Except he wrote my morning dick was “wimpy looking!” Excuse me buddy! I wouldn’t call your dick wimpy even if it were. Usually it is anyway! Hah! Call mine wimpy! At least he gave me credit for nice hairless balls. Which I do shave for him, well ya me too now. 

Next, he gives me a “back-asswards” compliment. This is what he wrote about me, “Next, I wet my lips and went down on his still wimpy, but seriously beautiful thick-cut, and smooth man-sausage.” Still fucking wimpy huh, but he did say it’s a “seriously beautiful thick man-sausage,” that’s something I never heard before and he used it for me. Now I don’t know if I should hit or hug him. I guess I’m really saying I’m reading stuff like this and it’s about me from my best buddy. I have no experience to be able to deal with that in print, it was kinda weird to say the least. But I didn’t hate it!

I began reading these chapters well after I knew how much I wanted to be with him, I just never heard him say anything like this to me before I read it. I guess that could have been awkward huh. 

Another thing I wasn’t aware of being, he wrote I was a lot more aggressive with him than I thought I was. I guess I was after reading how I acted around him. Hey, I’m okay with that, it’s all done with respect and a growing love. Marc told you that we tried something new for us, everyone knows it as 69 I’m having no problem with that at all, that first time was awesome. We were very horny and had been away from each other for too long. And he writes about my shaved balls. I know he’s been in ball heaven once I did that for him, and he likes to make me seem so big and better than him.

I know he is writing stuff that’s supposed to be erotic, still seems like porn though. Maybe porn is done without love and erotic is done with love? But he writes about how big, how thick my junk is, I mean I love it, who wouldn’t, if it were true. I guess if I’m all so big and thick then he is too. He does make me feel awesome when he writes about me like that. I’ve got to find my way to make him feel the same way. At least I’m fairly sure in real life I do it for him though. 

So, we eventually get into my master bathroom shower, okay no match for that shower of his that’s more of a party room, or the cabin’s double shower. But we had fun and then he writes that my cute hairy ass is not cute or a turn on for him if it’s all wet. Well that’s a fucking downer to read. I think he’s changed his mind since then because we spend a lot of time messing around in showers. I haven’t seen a wimpy dick on him when we are get all wet. Right Marcus?

CH. 11 WHEN MAY WE STRIP PLEASE

After I read the start of this chapter, I found out how much Marcus really loved my Chris Craft Cruiser. I really got a thrill reading what he said too. To have a good buddy now and see him love what you love too, that was special for me. In case you wondered if I restored my mid-century cruiser, sorry that’s not something I’d know how to do. I bought it at auction and never really told Ellen the exact price. She definitely thinks I’m awesome at auctions though! We’ll just let her think that, won’t we Marc? You better!

I think Marcus got a little confused as to how far away the river launch, we used is to home, it’s a good drive! Maybe he was thinking about the Folsom Lake launch instead. That’s not important anyway. Maybe I’m trying too hard to find stuff to write about. He did get one thing right though, it’s hard to escape guys who want to see the cruiser up close or come aboard. She stands out from the crowd, but then the crowd lately is all chrome pipes and sparkly paint jobs and blasting speakers. Yeah, I think you can see how she stands out from the crowd.

Maybe I should talk some about always getting naked together, huh? It’s fun having a buddy you can get crazy like that with, that’s a good excuse, right? It’s got to be a thing that started at the lake cabin and was really cool to do when you never did it before. I remember way back years ago, the first time I joined Marcus in his pool, and I wore those shorts he hates so much, hah! Well I was shirtless the first time with him and I figured our friendship would hinge on what he might say about how I looked. He didn’t say anything. I saw him looking at me and I wondered what he was thinking. Say something I don’t like and it’s bye bye possible friendship. By the end of the swim, I never felt so comfortable in my life. I think he really liked how I looked, because he smiled a lot and we just started to tell each other about ourselves, and families. 

Well, that’s how it started for us and stayed that way for years. I feel bad that I kept using long legged shorts for years in the pool. It is not easy to swim with those on too. It’s only recently that I started wearing his shorts out in public, I know it turns him on when I do that for him. It’s taking a long time for me to trust people, but I’m sorry I didn’t trust him sooner. Oh yeah, swimming naked is a lot easier too.

Anyway, back to naked together, without clothes we were not able to hide stuff anymore. Maybe I’m out of my league thinking here, but naked made us equal in a lot of ways too. But really, I kind of loved looking at him naked though. You have to know by now he is different looking from me, it’s fun checking him out. You know I’m going to have to deny saying that if you hold me to it! 😂 Oh yeah, the hairy ass thing with him. I’m sorry that never made one bit of sense to me, I have hair everywhere, not just on my ass. All I ever heard from Ellen was get rid of the back hair. I did let her shave my butt and back once, never fucking again! My fucking backside itched like crazy! And I bet it came back even thicker! Now I love reading about how he likes how I look. I know it makes me feel free to be naked with him. I can tell you right now, it was never about what my dick looked like that I wanted to hide from him. I couldn’t take hearing a negative comment about my furry body, especially if it came from him. So, it’s better to turn him on than off, right? I’ll tell you his smooth butt and backside is pretty damn hot looking to me. Strange huh? But cool that we can fit so well together.

To hear him describe me like he does sometimes makes me feel like I was a buffet of man parts for him. Reading it for the first time was like, really that’s what I look like to you? That’s not how I see myself. I never knew I could be that big a turn on for a guy, I guess. Then he said I had a “Dad Bod,” I’m not sure I understood what that was until I read, he thought I had a soft belly. Hey, I may not be showing my abs anymore, they’re in there someplace, but a soft belly? You have the soft belly, buddy! Then I read it again and realized how much I liked his soft belly when resting my head on it sometimes. But a Dad Bod huh? Well I’m a dad, fuck I’m a grandpa now too! Maybe I do have a little softer belly than I think I do. Okay I better move on.

Once we were on the river and well passed the “No Wake” 5 MPH Zone, Marcus asked if it was okay to strip. I get why he likes to strip while we are on the river cruising at a good clip. The breeze feels awesome on your body cooling off the heat of the sun. It’s okay as long as there’s no one else near you. Marc made sure I was naked too, but I had to help him a bit since I was piloting at the time. It took a bit longer getting my shorts off, but he did it and got my tank top off too. 

I read it again very carefully and thought maybe I’d get the answer why Marc likes my hairy ass. Forget it! This is what my good buddy wrote about that: 

“Okay, I can almost hear you yelling, what’s your obsession with his fucken hairy ass?! I wish I had a great answer for you, other than, if you keep reading, you’ll probably see it again, and again, and again! Hell, I might even post another picture of it too! I need to understand my obsession with it before I can stop.” 

Well I learned nothing other than it’s an obsession of his. I may not be the sharpest tack in the box, but I could figure that out on my own! I guess one day we’ll both find out. 😛

I feel I know my buddy really well now, months ago when he wrote this, he said something that surprised me. He made a comment about “bear type” guys that might be too large for his taste. We were bullied as kids for things we couldn’t control. Me I was too “skinny,” I hate that word, but I’m saying it, so you know I hate it. Thin or lean is okay for me. Marc had his weight go up and down as a kid, and he hated being called fat or fatso. That’s not fair to do to a kid who doesn’t know why he is overweight. Marcus used “grossly over fat” in his chapter, I don’t think he’d do that today though. We both promised each other that we’d never bully’s or body shame anyone. Maybe he decided that after he wrote that chapter. I know we’ve talked a lot about being bullied though.

We were so far up the Sacramento River, that we stopped seeing homes along the levy and hardly any river goers. But Marc was right at least a couple of times we did see other boats, but they were speeding past us at the time, I doubt they really saw us that good anyway. But now I kind of get what Marcus was feeling about getting caught. I think that only works if you are well past just a little horny for each other. It’s a rush pulling off something like we were doing. I mean, are we going to get arrested for showing our bare asses? I hope not. Besides, I don’t think there were any females in those boats anyway. Would guys turn us in, well that sounds pretty fucken lame to me, if they did!

You know what’s really cool about having Marc with me in my cruiser? Everything! But, he’s like a little kid most of the time when he’s horny in there with me. I don’t know was that a good thing to compare him to, horny and kid? Maybe not, but I think you know what I’m trying to say. He can’t wait for anything. But I get a charge out of how he reacts to me piloting my cruiser and backing it up too. He makes me laugh sometimes because it’s not that difficult to do. But he’s told me backing up anything big or towed is not something he likes to do himself. That’s okay, nothing some practice wouldn’t change.

Well, as I kept reading what he wrote about that trip, he was back at making me out to be this big thick dick guy again. I know the first time I read that long ago, it went straight to my head, wow, he thinks I’m pretty awesome down there. It really made me feel great, no one ever talked about my dick like that before not even my wife if I remember. This time as I’ve been reading the chapters to comment to you, I thought man, he must have been really fucking horny back then. Or, maybe since you guys know we share the same qualities down there, that he was bragging about himself by bragging about me! “How’s them apples? Old buddy!” If I remember right, he’s going to say more stuff like that again later. It still feels great knowing he thinks of me like that. Who wouldn’t love it?

Before Marc finished that chapter, he kind of brought stuff up we had talked about before. I had a lot of stuff about myself I wasn’t that good with. I don’t remember saying much about that on the cruiser with him, but I understand now what he calls “artistic license,” sometimes it makes more sense to bring up stuff to round out his story. He has helped me make big changes to my thinking and he’s made me free of my self doubt. Maybe not so much back then as now though. It took us time to get to where we are today. Some may think it went fast, unless you remember all the years, we were just best friends.

This was a good chapter for me to read because I learned just how much my buddy and I meant to each other. He wrote this chapter about a month after the lake trip, we were still finding out real stuff about ourselves. And, I think he was trying to let you guys into our lives much deeper than before. I don’t think I could have written anything that good or personal about us. He told you how we looked into each other’s eyes lots of times, and how we could get all teary-eyed doing so. He was getting to my gut more and more, way more than all those years of us talking before the trip. I think he did a fucking great job of telling the story of two guys who were better together than apart.

Marc asked me to tell him something I liked about him to hear as he ended the chapter. He didn’t have to worry about what I’d say, he had to worry if I had the guts to say anything at all. Whoever we were back when he wrote this chapter, was nothing like we were before the trip, and nothing that’s close to what we are now. I wonder what I told him. So, I’m going to read that next.

CH.12 SPOILER, UNEXPECTED STUFF HAPPENS

This chapter really showed me just how good my good buddy was as a writer. He asked me to tell him something I liked about being with him, or maybe just about him. Man, I was not ready to put those feelings into words yet. I know we’ve had great best friend guy sex because I don’t know what else to call that. As far as I’m concerned, everything has been fucking mind blowing for us. We are not just coffee gulping buddy’s any more, we have added a new layer to our friendship. Yay for new layers. 

But he was fucking serious, if anything at all I knew I had to come up with something deep down inside me for him. We were about to get it on down below deck, and I’m not going to fuck it up on us. I told him that I had two ways I felt around him. The way I felt when our wives were with us, and the way when we were alone together. That something in my gut was queasy every time I was alone with him, and I didn’t know exactly what that was yet.

I found the guts to tell him that I finally figured it out. I was sexually attracted to him for years and I didn’t know what to do about it too. I don’t remember saying directly to him in so many words that I was sexually attracted to him, but I think most guys would notice I was when I let my guard down around him. I’m not embarrassed about that now, but maybe it was a little hard for me to understand it myself back then. 

I think he was good with what I told him, and he was so kind to understand how awkward that was for me at that time. We had so little sexual activity under our belt at the time, we still could have ended it.

There’s a part of his writing where fact and fiction gets hard to pull apart. I remember a time questioning why Marcus would think I’m so fucking beautiful in his eyes. I really started to think he has an eye problem or worse. So, he wrote how he took pictures with his phone of me, I don’t remember it exactly like that, but I remember him making believe he was doing that. Maybe it made more sense to his story to have real pictures instead of imaginary pictures. But I got what he meant at the time. I think I still thought he needs new glasses though. But inside me it felt so good to know he felt that way about me.

Maybe one more thing Marc wrote about us being comfortable naked together, no question in my mind he is right. But saying we didn’t get that hard anymore, maybe him! I don’t have a problem like that! Hah! Yeah, he tends to write about everything, so I guess there’s stuff that’s easy for me to overlook too. But I think I have to agree with him on when it come to getting off, we can do it together. I didn’t know that was thing until I read it a few times from him. I guess that’s cool, see I learn stuff too reading the journal.

This chapter Marc wrote about Charley the dude that crashed our river cruise party. I already wrote about him last time. I’m glad that it ended up good in that we weren’t killed, that whole thing was fucking stupid. Never again! Enough about that!

We did plan for me to come over later that night for that swim Marcus has wanted with me for a long time. He made us wait until the next chapter though. Man, this is like a bunch of cliff hangers between us. Damn he’s good, he made me want to read what he wrote about us once again. At least I didn’t have to wait by reading it later, like you guys might have.

I got to read lots of comments from you guys at the end of that chapter. I can see how Marc’s writing gets you guys all horny, it makes me horny too! That’s two times the horny for me! 😛 I got to live the experience before reading about it from him later. I hope you don’t think I’m bragging because I am! 😜

That was eye opening for me back then and even now too. At first, I was amazed that guys would be affected by us like that. When I read them again to write this post for you, I found the comments were meant to be nice and kind of comfortable, knowing there are guys like you out there that like us and look forward to reading about our love for each other. Thank you, guys, for letting us be a part of your lives too. It makes me emotional now reading your comments and emails to me too. Marcus gave me a beautiful gift with his journal and that gave me new friends to look forward to hearing from.

CH.13 FANTASIES ACCOMPLISHED, CHECK!

Of course, I know now Marc was writing these chapters and posting them without my knowledge. I guess that’s why he wrote what Lisa told him about Ellen and her swimming naked in the journal and not me at first.  But I did find out lots of stuff that was going on around me by reading these chapters later. I don’t know why Marcus didn’t think he could tell me about the journal sooner than he did though. You guys were happy with what he wrote and told him. Maybe he thought I’d make him stop writing or take everything out that was certainly me with a different name. Maybe it was an ego thing for him? I could see that, he started to get lots of readers fast. I bet that really turned him on! I know how I feel getting emails from you guys now.

Anyway, this chapter picked up the story from the last chapter and I was going to have my first naked swim with him with his wife still home. That took a lot of guts for me to think about doing with him. And you must know I had some major fooling around in mind to do with him too. Marc and I had texted each other before I was to come over telling me about Lisa knowing I’d be there and maybe naked too. I told him she couldn’t come out and watch us all naked in the pool too. He said not to worry she’d be asleep, and it would be dark. That was bullshit, I’ve been in his backyard late at night with the wives, he has that place pretty well lit around the landscaping. Dark my ass! That’s okay though, I had planned on seeing him all naked in the pool with me in my mind anyway! 🤣 This was mostly about not getting caught having sex by Lisa.

You know, I actually did flash him in his family room window that night, I could see he was alone, and I was crazy horny by then. I really do some crazy shit at times with him, I love it more than maybe you’d think about me. I guess it’s just so much fun not covering up what I’m feeling about him. Just as crazy as me, Marc was as naked as me in a few seconds. He made a comment about seeing where my boner points when it’s rock hard, like he never saw it that way before. I’m surprised that he thought that was the first time he saw me like that. I wonder what was he looking at while we were at the lake cabin? Maybe my furry body was all his eyes could handle at one time. Hah! We may have the same equipment down below, but we point at different points on the compass! I think that’s kind of strange but cool about us. Maybe I’m easy to entertain, huh?

Recalling some of our first times sneaking behind our wives backs, brings back a lot of paranoid feelings. Reminds me of smoking pot as a kid and fearing we’d get caught by the cops or getting caught jerking off by anyone. Sneaking around was really intense at times for me, but no matter how good it felt, it wasn’t anywhere as good as it is now. There’s no more rushing to get off and not get caught. I guess there will be good memories from those first times for us one day. 

Marcus was right about us trying not to get attention in the pool that night. In fact, any night after Lisa was asleep. You know, thinking back to those times, I don’t think it was about me getting seen naked at all, I didn’t want her to see us acting like we do together. When we started having great sex together, I didn’t want it to ever stop. Years ago, I dreamed about it with him, and now whenever we can, we do get it on.

You know, I’ve never been naked in a swimming pool before then, now because of how we are together, it sounds like fun. Wow, the feeling you get on your junk as the pool water rushes by you swimming almost made me cum! After a while Marc had me floating on my back so he could do something he always dreamed of doing. (Hopefully with just me.) 😬 He told me to hold on to the pool ledge if I needed to while he went through with his plan for me. I figured, I’m a strong swimmer, I’m okay. Yeah, until his warm mouth took over my pool cooled dick, I reached for that fucking pool ledge pretty damn fast! Marc said to put my legs around him to stabilize myself with him, I did, and it stabilized my legs, the rest of me was dunking below the surface all the time. I need a little more practice I guess, I wanted it to be perfect for him that night. Me too! It’s not like I haven’t had great blow jobs from him before, but never on my back in a fucking pool! It surprised me how I reacted. Ask me if I wanted him to do that again? 😂🤣😘

During these times together it was almost like a first time again. That night he got me off really good, and it was the first time in a pool too. Every time we get a chance to have sex it’s fucking awesome; it’s gets better each time too. I’m so lucky to have him loving it as much as me.

I don’t want to repeat everything Marcus wrote about me getting my chance to get him off just like he did for me. I talked a little trash talk to get him excited for something I never did before in a pool and hoped I’d be able to back up what I said. This time I was not in a position to be unstable so I gave him the best I could imagine how to do. I guess I was very good at it, because he scared the shit out of me that night. I didn’t know what to think. Did I give him a stroke? A fucking heart attack? Was he just shitting me? All I knew was to get him over to that seat under the water and get him back to acting normal. He wasn’t responding right so I slapped his face a few time lightly and he started to act more like himself. So, help me if he was fucking faking that with me, I was ready to whack his ass big time. I didn’t have it in me to cold cock him out. He said he did some kind of hypnosis thing and gave himself to me. Then he had the fucking nerve to ask me if I wanted to experience that too! Yeah, like I want to lose another five years of lifetime again! I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared for him, and me doing it to him.

After that experience, I think I was still pretty shaken up, at least he wasn’t faking whatever that was. We got out of the pool, but I could tell my legs were still wobbly, so I suggested we go and just be in each other’s arms for a while. He has this old covered swing that we’ve used before and it was a perfect place to hold each other until I stopped shaking. I don’t know if he felt it, but I did, and I’m not a fan of that. Man, it was really late before I went home, but I didn’t have to work the next day anyway. I really wanted to spend the whole night with him, but he was right, it would require too much “splaining” to the wives.

I was still on a pretty big high from my first late night naked swim with him, something he’d been pushing for me to do for a very long time. I guess you guys know me enough now to know I would have loved to do that with him years ago, I was just so afraid to admit it. Well no more, he won’t have to ask me twice ever again. I found my clothes and was about to put them back on when your favorite Marcus asked who I thought would catch me naked at that time of night. I laughed and agreed with his thought. So, I rolled everything up and stuck it under my arm and headed out the side yard gate. Fortunately, my side yard gate is right there too. So, I head to the back door to go inside my place. I just hoped that Ellen was asleep and wouldn’t ask why I was so late coming to bed. No problem I was greeted with snores. It was a night to remember and day too! How lucky for me that I have a buddy who took the time to write about it so I can relive this day over and over and over again!

OKAY, THE DESK STORY NOW

I’ve seen it written by you guys and now Marcus too, for me to tell you about my new desk and how I reacted.

First of all, I didn’t know when it was coming, just that it was one day soon. Marc and I agreed that we should not buy a desk to be assembled ourselves. Now I’m fine with doing that anyway, but Marc told me about Lisa and the shit fit she’ll have if we went cheap on her. My house if full of “cheap some assembly required" furniture. We had kids to raise and college bills to cover, and did I say kids to raise? Ever see what kids can do to furniture? My sweet buddy raised his kids with his first wife. Lisa and he do not have kids from this marriage. (No wonder, huh buddy?) That monster house is only for the two of them. Except I should say, and for company parties his boss holds there too. I believe he has covered stuff like that before in the journal.

I guess that sets it up enough. After we were actually working in the office before lunch, the front door bell rang. Marc answered it and I stayed in the office working at the table I was using. In a few minutes Marc said to clear my table desk off because my desk was here. That was cool and unexpected by me. Fortunately, I work only on one thing at a time, not like my buddy. So, clearing the work area was quick. 

In comes two young burly guys carrying desk parts. The desk apparently gets put together easily for moving. Two side filing cabinet sections came in first, a board that determines how to place the cabinets, and then the whole top with drawers on both sides was the biggest unit that fits on top. A third filing cabinet was brought in on the last trip out to their truck They carefully unwrapped all the parts, and tape holding drawers shut during transit and in a quick minute I have this massive beautiful dark cherry desk that looks a lot like his desk. The guys said little while there and gathered all the trash to take back with them. I folded the table I was using and brought it to the garage when it belongs. 

In the short time I was gone to the garage, Marc replaced some of the desk items I put on the floor. When I came back in there it was a really nice hunk of furniture that looks very much at home in that room with my black leather chair in place too. I went over to Marc and put arm around his waist. I noticed it goes around it much further now. (How’s that Marc I got a reference to your weight loss in here for you too!) I got a big side hug from him at the same time.

I was standing and holding him near the office door just staring at my new desk and it hit me hard. He really wants me here with him, he’s not just being a kind buddy with a folding table to help me work from home. The room is missing that couch he had that opens to a bed when needed. The big spacious room is smaller looking now and I hope he’s okay with that. Oh, I know he is, my mind is just racing right now, and I want to fuck him so bad, maybe he wants me more, I could only hope. Everything is coming together every day more and more. Maybe that’s happening with our wives now too. I looked up at his face and saw how proud he looked at what he did for me, I had to do it, I gave him a kiss, not a thank you peck on the lips. It was a “I really want to kiss you right now kiss”, you know the most passionate you can get with clothes on kiss. I think clothes became an issue for him because he was starting to strip me of my clothes. I didn’t stop him, nope I’m just waiting for him to get done so I can do the same for him. Now there’s these really turned on dudes standing in the office naked and not knowing the next exact step. 

I know you guys are thinking “fuck on the desk, what wrong with you two?” I know what’s wrong, that desk is so fucking beautiful, I never owned anything like it before, and he wants me to use it in our office now. I know I had this big thing about fucking in my new chair a while ago. I still get a rush the second I sit down on it too. I hope I never forget that day. But my new desk is so pretty. How can we get ass smudges on it? If I put a towel on it, we’ll just slip off and break our backs or something useful like our dicks!  I said no fucking in our office since we have the whole house and yard for us. And you guys need your fantasies fulfilled too. Oh, I hate this, I want, and I need, and the two don’t fucking match! I need Marcus to decide where. I know he’s thinking what’s coming and where too, I know him very well now.

I remember saying I’d put the filing cabinet in our empty corner of the room. That’s our most respected space we own together. Except for the bed, shower room, underwater seat, and covered swing. I think that covers it. Right now, there’s nothing in that corner of ours. I don’t know who gets firsties on it today, I want both right now. I still don’t like labels, but my ass is begging for his hard dick right now, it will be like an initiation for me to the finished office space. But I know he’d like me to do the same for him. 

"Sweetbabes, I want you to fuck me like never before in our corner, I don’t want to wait any longer, please.” That was easy, no problem. Man, I’m really getting used to speaking up for what I want lately! Just in case we got so carried away today, I went into the office bathroom for the lube we keep there. Let’s make this a memorable not painful day for us. 

"Okay Sweetbabes I set you up for the finish I’d rather read what you write about using that corner and what I did for you too. I’m happy I got this far writing about it though. What do you think about this chapter?”

BTW, I asked Marc to use some of the pictures from the four chapters for me. He knows where to find them and put them in here for me. I added another cruiser picture too.

I hope you guys like my third time writing for the blog. It’s getting easier too. Especially with your encouragement for me. Thank you, this really is fun to do.

M.“Larry” Janssen

Larry is Egged On to Tell Us More as journal continues with Larry’s Fourth Short Chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/06/larrys-4th-desk-sex-marcus-is-rat.html