CH. 70 Marcus Sexy and Unleashed

Hi guys, it’s me again. I hope you like Larry jumping in between chapters, I’m delirious with joy over it! I don’t know why I didn’t push for his involvement earlier. I think he’s doing a fantastic job coming up with ideas to write about, too. I’m sure he can’t wait to find that one thing I’ll be all embarrassed about to bring it up to you. I’ll deserve it! My poor babe spent several months with a blush on his puss! Haha. 

Well, he did try to push back onto me how he handled the new desk. I read how he “set me up” to finish the story for him. I told him NO, he was good enough to let you know how he felt at what went down. Besides, I’ll get my chance to correct him if he backs out somehow. So, by the time you read this, you should have seen a short chapter to cover what he tossed to me. I might have some more to say after I read his version. He has no experience writing about what goes on between us behind closed doors, so it will be cool to see how he does. I bet he’ll pull it off fine!

AFTER I READ LARRY’S UPDATED POST

Oh, that was a piece of cake for him! He even got some of us horny after reading what he wrote about the desk sex.  And I got to find out exactly how I unobservant I might be. Now you may color me embarrassed. Of course, I’m going to want to catch him sitting down on his office chair every morning now. Maybe I’ll be of some use to him getting that fresh boner of his pointing in the right direction, too. See that was worth making him write about the desk sex. I know that was a difficult task to give him. It took a lot of guts for me to write about the sex we were having during and after the lake trip. If I remember right, I had to kick myself in my own ass and tell myself whom did I know that would read this anyway? Nobody that knows me, get over yourself and write it to please myself. If I turned me on, it should turn you on. That’s about how it started a year and a half ago. Now I’ve been writing to some of you guys as our new friends and buddies. I don’t get embarrassed any more, at least not yet. 😛

STARTING OUR DAY

I awoke this morning just like I do every morning, sleeping on my left side which puts my back to Larry. Many times, I awake noting I’m closely wrapped-up with his right arm around my middle or somewhat lower down. Of course, there’s this hard thing that rubs up against my backside, too. Please note, I find absolutely nothing wrong with any of this at all. Please don’t think by my saying this, that I ignore him. If I happen to get up to go pee first, you can bet I’ll take up his role quite easily. I love rubbing his furry belly or getting him to morning wood status before he becomes aware of me. Just so you know, he does get his fair share of these early morning cuddles from me.

Larry with Lisa's afghan

So anyhow, as I was beginning to tell you, this morning I awoke to absolutely nothing touching me, no hand on my belly or dick, and nothing ticklish rubbing up against my backside crack. Damn! So, I turn around to see if it’s my turn to snuggle up against him, which would be simply fine with me, but there’s an empty right side of the bed, nicely made, next to me. The straightened-out bed linens screamed he’s not in the bathroom, so I scan the room for him. I guess I should tell you my master bedroom is on the large side, kind of goes with the giant master bathroom. In the sitting room portion of the bedroom is a bay window which holds a bench seat and two comfortable chairs and a small lamp table. Larry is occupying one of them covered loosely in a light green crocheted afghan that Lisa seems to collect. He’s on his iPad writing like me most of the time, typing with the index finger of his right hand. He is so into writing that he hasn’t seen me just watching him yet. It’s kind of fun spying on him like that.

I can easily see he didn’t bother to dress yet, there’s enough naked parts sticking out, here and there from under the afghan. No, I didn’t see his junk or ass, but you can tell when someone is not fully dressed. Or, maybe that’s just me knowing him like I do. Anyway, he’d be waiting for me to get up and join him in the shower, that’s our routine so why get dressed? I guess that thing about feeling someone is staring at you works because he looked up from his iPad and said, “Good morning Sweetbabes, did you sleep okay?” I told him, “Always when you’re in bed with me. What are you up to this morning so early?” He told me he was replying to his email from João and ManlyTush and for some of the chapter comments. I could see he was enjoying that time with you guys. Getting to talk to you guys either in the comments section or our emails gives us the connection we need with you. I see the numbers of readers we get daily and we just broke 99,000 chapter reads recently, that’s fucking amazing! You guys are from all over the world, I guess if you all wrote us, we’d never get to our regular jobs. But getting to meet you and read what you have to say is the best part of keeping the journal going. And now, the love of my life has caught the bug, too! You don’t get to see him like I do of course, but know his face tells all when he’s writing to you. He is having such a good time. He’s always telling me now that he gets why I love writing and answering emails. You definitely will be reading more from him. I am so fucking thrilled that it’s going this way. I can’t wait to read what he has to say next. You know it will be from his heart. I’m just waiting to see if the old ball busting days of ours will find it’s way into his chapters. I mentioned recently that the ball busting really has fallen off between us, I think that was “the sex we weren’t having” during those years. I think that makes the most sense to me.

Me making a tent this morning

So, back to my sweet buddy writing his heart out on his iPad, he never stopped writing at all, maybe he’s writing his next chapter now. I propped myself up on a couple of pillows and just laid there watching him. You probably could see this coming; I could watch him all day, I never gotten over that yet. I hope I never do. He’s my eye candy now. I did interrupt him again with, “You hard under that afghan?” “I don’t know, you wanna come check?” “It would be easier if you just flashed me, I’m kind of settled in right now.” I had a sinking feeling I blew an opportunity here, but he did raise the afghan just enough for me to see a set of loose balls laying on his thigh but nothing else. No question, his business end is already pointing to the sky! I’d say you guys are responsible for that boner yourselves! So, I pulled the I’m lonely and horny and I need someone who’d care about that routine on him. I added that he should ditch the afghan on his way back to bed with me, because I want to see his boner bounce as he walks over here. 

See how it wiggles

Well, I wouldn’t call it a bounce as more of a listing side to side somewhat like a metronome. However, by the time he got to me I was already screaming hard myself and created quite the tent action with the bed sheet. Of course, he yanked off the covering sheet and exposed my tent pole. One of my better efforts too, if I must say so myself. The first thing out of his mouth was, “So, you liked that, huh?” “Liked what?” “You know very well, what. I saw you watching my dick bounce around.” “Yeah, why not? But it doesn’t bounce, kind of wiggles side to side. Even more fun to watch! Haha.” “You really love to see me naked, don’t you?”  “You betcha babe, and you never disappoint!” He just smiled a really broad smile but shook his head that he’s having this conversation right now. However, he looked really satisfied with himself, as he shook his head in disbelief.

Somebody wants to be in charge

Larry climbed into bed on my side instead of his and straddled my legs. He was full of surprises this morning, that’s never gonna be a problem for me! I’m going to let him do whatever he wants with me, I always do anyway, but it seemed appropriate to mention that here. He wanted my legs closed, not with the man-spread I had going on at the time. Leaning forward over me, he carefully pulled up my ball sack and dick from between my legs and then carefully placed them on top of my thighs. He then closed my legs tightly together. Good advance planning on his part, I’d rather not be squeezing the life out of them between my tightly closed legs. Next thing while still facing me, he used his knees to press up against my legs, to keep them that way and leaned back to sit on his own folded legs and my shins, too. 

I loved seeing him in that position. Everything I love to look at except one thing was on display for me. I love looking at him anyway, and this version is fucking hot! So, to stall a bit and keep the vision going longer, I said, “Babe I know you love me, but do you like me?” “That’s a strange question aren’t they the same thing?” So, I tried another angle, “Do you love Ellen?” “Yes, of course, do you love Lisa?” “Sure, I guess we both love our wives. However, do you think I like Lisa?” “I guess you do. Don’t you?” So, I told him while trying to get him to open up, too. “No, I don’t like her sometimes. Do you think she would be sitting on my legs like you are right now? I’ll answer for you, fuck no! No fucking way would we come close to what we have together.” So, Larry spoke up, “Maybe I feel the same about Ellen, too, I don’t like begging for sex. Yes, I like you as much as I love you. I’ve never liked anyone more.” “I like you too babe, I like everything about you. So maybe you should carry on with your plan before my legs go to sleep on us.” Haha. I got what I wanted to see for a few more minutes.

It's a ball playing day

So, after my stall to soak in his essence, he said to me, “That’s still an impressive bit of wood you have going on there Marc. You have an idea of what you’d like to do with it?” “You catch onto me quick now; I was hoping for a “Larry surprise package this morning” you have one on hand?” I really think he’s working on something for one of us to write about next. I’ll tell you unequivocally, this is the Larry I love the best! He’s so fucking sexy and knows what he wants from me. 

This morning, if that’s what he wanted to do with me, it would be fine because I was in ball heaven with him. I know the one thing I’d like next though, get trucking on my wood before it gets sad and packs up shop for the day. But nope, not yet. He never even touched my dick, just skipped around it to play with the hair on my belly and poked his little finger in and out of my belly button. He has just as much fun as I do playing with my chest hair as I do with his. However, after he found out he loved his nipples played with, he plays with mine too. The only difference, I knew I loved nipple play. It’s probably why I started doing it with him some time ago.

There’s one thing he does with me that I like for some inexplicable reason. Sometimes he just lays on top of me when kissing me or messing with my ears or neck. I know one day there’s going to be a hickey on my neck, better not be! I love his weight on me but it’s never dead weight. Most of the time it’s him rubbing his chest hair into mine. I love the way it feels mixed with mine. That not to say I’m oblivious to what’s going on with our junk mixing it up at the same time. As he did the inch worm crawl back down my body, funny thing my dick just popped into his mouth, and took up residence for a spell. 

For a guy with zero experience other than with me in the last 15 months, he’s fucking awesome in that department. I know one day we need to have a real sit-down talk about how we got to this level. I figure if I’m good at all, it’s because I’ve dreamed about this life style for a long time. Maybe my buddy is the worlds fastest learner, huh? Now I bet you thought he was going to take me over the top that way huh? What he did want required more action on my part. He actually brought me up to the brink of cumming and then flopped off me onto his side of the bed, and said, “Okay, my turn, get over here you slacker!” Well that was ballsy, but not something I could refuse. Who would? That gorgeous man needs me! How could I turn down that handsome naked hunk? Besides, I get to play with his spring-loaded dick too!

There’s going to be a late start to work today, that’s for sure. There’s a shower coming up, and breakfast on the agenda, and my turn with this gorgeous loving hunk on his back waiting on me. He even is plucking at his belly plastered dick like I love to do. I know he’s teasing me; I’ll get busy with him and I know he’s expecting something to write about from me. Oh, the fucking pressure! Haha. Forget my fucking knees, that worry ain’t gonna happen right now. I don’t want to stand over him, that means I’ll be out of the bed. No sir, ain’t gonna happen. But I know there’s something we don’t always do, but we both love it. Maybe a little rimming his ass will excite him, maybe he’ll try to write about it. He should try anyway. I know right now he’s aiming for something to write about for you guys to prove to me and you he can do it.

 Nice ball play action

I’m committed now, this is going to be the ultimate ass rimming he has ever had. I will drive him up the fucking wall until he hollers “Uncle, stop already!” Haha. In my mind, this is going to be good. I had him turn on his side, not his belly. That was to throw him off for a minute. I moved into a position and raised his left leg up and over my shoulder. I bet he’s still wondering where this was going. I continued with the subterfuge and started playing with his newly exposed heavy balls. I even sucked on them from behind which rewarded me a little shiver from him. Oh, he’s a lot like me now, please believe me. We both love the ball play. But instead of just ball play I moved to asshole rimming. I bet he was surprised that we didn’t get to this after a playful shower. Hey, I’m totally turned on and everything checked out for me, and I dived in. I’m comfortable and Love doing this for him. If I have to blow my own horn, I’m getting pretty damn good at this too. My tongue found a way inside to drive him crazy. It was becoming a challenge keeping my tongue on target with all of his ass gyrations. That curly haired ass of his was circling on me. I’m fucking loving this; I’m sure he is having the time of his life and I’m making it happen for him. I had to stop his ass from circling for a while, so I abruptly switch to ball sucking, and the circling stopped. Fuck, I almost got motion sickness watching it! Haha. I had to move a bit and he did too so I could line up with that dick I love so much. He had to move more onto his back himself to get that star gazing pointer of his lined up for me. I’m now concerned work is being pushed farther away every minute this morning moves on.

I decided, he was going to cum for me that way this morning, besides he’s always good for some double action, perhaps when we get into shower.  In this position I got to work from the bottom side of his dick. A perfect way to spend some time just under the head of his dick. I know myself; this is an overly sensitive area for us, I don’t know about you guys that are not circumcised. Feel free to educate us if you want. We’re just a couple of cut from birth guys, no excess skin left for us. My tongue got a workout this morning and my buddy is enjoying my effort. I didn’t want either one of us to make this a hand job and I was committed to pushing his hand away if it headed there. Not a worry here, I had him totally committed to what I was doing for him. It wasn’t much longer that I completely swallowed his dick. Somewhat of a logistic highway from this angle, but I was determined, and I wasn’t going to shortchange him. At least we can both do this without a nagging gag reflex. 

All the time I had spent on licking my all-day sucker, was more than enough foreplay for him. I sucked as hard as I could with him totally engulfed using my tongue to press up against his dick. That did it for him because I got the message from the throbbing base of his dick, breakfast protean was on the way. I was glued to his dick and didn’t stop my action at all. I’m going to drain him of every drop he can bring up. Guys I’ll give him this, he doesn’t lie when he tells you he’s way better at this than me. His balls work much harder than mine, I’m afraid. Maybe my motto works for my balls too, “Work Smarter, not Harder.” Haha, I guess. Could it be my age? Maybe my balls are just longing for a vacation from us. Hey, as long as he loves what I can come up with, what’s the problem, huh? Maybe just once, maybe twice, I’d like to feel what’s it’s like to pump out as much as he can. Well maybe for a week or more if I’m dreaming, let’s make it worthwhile, huh? Well, he hasn’t complained about my efforts yet for him. Maybe he really likes it my way, could be. Remember, I’m still dreaming about this. Somehow, this hasn’t come up for discussion yet.

PREAMBLE TO SHOWER-TIME 

I’m really proud of myself, I wore out my good buddy! Ha ha, yay for me! He’s laying on his back about as spent as he has ever gotten with me. That’s good, now I get to play with anything on him I want. However, I only chose to lightly run my fingers over every inch of him I could reach. Besides, he’ll get to recover slowly that way. What a fun time for me and I’ll get refreshed partner at the end. What’s the down side? Work being pushed further and further away, but I know we’ll settle in and do the right thing soon enough. Haha, right!

For our early years all I thought about was running my hands over that beefy body of his. Unfortunately, for decades the only thing my hands knew about the male body, was my own. Now I have all of this hunky man to play with; his musculature is noticeably different than mine due to how we both worked out. My many years of swimming as sport and fitness, defined my body. And then, there’s that incredibly curly, wiry, blonde fur of his that tickles my palms anytime I run them over him. Right now, my palms are getting a maxed-out experience. And, he’s totally letting me have my way with him. Why not? He never got this kind of treatment from Ellen, at least that’s what he tells me. That poor guy has been starving for tactile sensations for most of his life. (I just re-read that sentence and my brain yelled out, “hey, me too!”) However, that will never happen again for him, not with me as his partner.

Well, the time came when my babe was sufficiently recovered and ready for that shower to continue with our day together. I got the request from him to join him in the shower, that he’d go get the water temperature up to what we like. I could join him in a minute. I kind of wanted him to drag me by my dick into the shower with him, but I guess that trick was getting old or well past it’s fun for him. (Hint, hint.) So, I got up with him and lightly drummed on his butt cheeks along the way to the shower. And he let me do it, too. Guess who is not through with being touched yet.

I stopped at the toilet to pee while he continued onto the shower area to turn on the shower heads he likes. When I joined him soaking under the rain shower head, he said, “I bet you stopped to pee first.” “Yup, sure did.” “Damn, I should have too.” I told him there’s a really big drain at the center of the shower room, if he had good aim, pee there. He said, “Are you okay with that?” “Fuck, I’ve done that countless times myself over the years. Will you let me hold your dick to aim it?” He laughed and told me it’s probably going to make my day if he let me. “Sure, but you better get busy, because all this talk has me about ready to burst.” So, I stepped behind him, grabbed onto his floppy dick, and hopefully aimed right. “Okay, babe fire away.” In a second, I felt his dick enlarge as it filled with pee. So, sue me, I missed the drain a little bit, might have found his left foot first instead, but he adjusted my hand, and the rest poured down the drain along with the shower water. I even shook and stretched his dick about twice as long as necessary, too. Now I’m having way too much fun at his expense. “Sweetbabes, I’m fucking done now; you can stop shaking the life out of my dick.” But I didn’t stop right away, I thought I try that helicopter-dick spin. Well it doesn’t work on my dick, and guess what? It doesn’t work on his too. Hey nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? Oh, I’m having the time of my life this morning with him and he’s letting me, too.

It was time to get with the shampoo and body soap. This time we did our own, but I did make sure he was never out of my line of sight. I wanted to see him at work on himself. When he got to mid-point of his body, you know where all the good parts live, I asked him if he was going to play with himself with the soap. “Is that what you’d like to see me do?” “Abso-fucking-lutely, I would.” “Well then will you do the same for me to watch?” “If that’s what you want, abso-fucking-lutely I will!” I had no idea if this was going anywhere other than titillating each other, but I’m ready to play with him.

After a quick shampoo for each of us, we both went for the liquid bath soap. I reached boner status fast, but somebody I love so much, was still in the floppy almost a boner department. “Hey babe, having a problem getting hard. Haha.” “Fuck you, no I’m just enjoying my big soft dick for a while.” “Sure, you are, just like I’m enjoying my big hard dick.” I’m only teasing him; he just had the biggest cum session of his life a few minutes ago. I’m surprised he even is trying to get hard. “Hey babe, turn toward me more, I really like watching you playing with your floppy dick, that’s fucking hot. I hope you don’t get too hard right now. I’m serious babe, you are turning me on big time.” He was really working his dick and was barely audible with, “Yeah, I believe you!” I walked a few steps toward him and took over the hand job to prove just how serious I was. “Sweetheart, a boner is not the only way a dick can look hot, right now you couldn’t look hotter to me. Look how big you are, and you’re not plastered against your belly.” “Cool, huh?” “So, you’re good with me taking over for you?” “Hahahahah, oh fucking yes I am buddy.”

Where the mighty oak goes

Apparently, Larry did have one thing in mind, it included me getting off this morning. After all, he did redirect the attention to himself when he came back to bed. “Sweetbabes, you know what I want right now? I want you really bad!” I told him I could well imagine that since I have this extreme boner nagging me now. I’m glad it didn’t just give up on me waiting on my turn. I told him if he’s ready for me, I’m all his right now. Larry came back with, “Soap us both up again, I want that pole of yours while it’s still a mighty oak!” “WOW, out of your own mouth, a ‘mighty oak’ that’s a new one. I like that!” “Don’t get too carried away pal, that’s my ass talking to you right now.” “Haha, if that’s where it’s coming from, that a fucking talented hole!” I wasn’t wasting any time soaping up while we were joking around with each other. I asked him where in this shower room he wanted me, and he just moved over to the glass brick wall and leaned for me. I’d say that was where he wanted me, and who am I to disrespect his wishes. 

I’m really beginning to think our bodies have adjusted to who we are and what we can do. Somehow, I knew exactly how long to finger him to let me in without difficulty. This is not one of those “no pain, no gain” situations. I know for one thing for sure, standing the way we are will have a built-in time limit for my back and knees. I always try to put that out of my mind, but my sweet guy is the first to ask me how I’m doing. This time I wanted to just be deep inside him and stand still for a bit. Once we were settled in, I found his ‘tiniest nipples ever’ under that gorgeous mat of chest hair of his and started tweaking them. Notice I said ‘them’, I have two hands and he has two tiny nipples. Two tiny, but super sensitive nipples. I guess if you pack a large nipple into a small package, you’re going to result in super sensitive tiny nipples. Well that’s my best guess. I don’t have noticeably big nipples myself, but they are a lot easier to find on my chest for him. And, I’m just as sensitive as he’s found out about himself. Once he started the heavy moaning over my nipple play with him, I went for the thrusting he wanted from me. I was surprised at how long I was lasting; I think it was because I was only thinking about him and what he wanted from me. After a few minutes he told me not to cum just yet. He wanted to go sit on the shower bench. Okay, usually that’s me sitting there. Not today though. “Sweetbabes, I want you to do something for me.” “Sure babe, what’s that?” Come closer to me please.” Not a problem, I moved a couple steps closer and stopped directly in front of him, close enough if he wanted to suck my dick, he could. But he didn’t want that. “Marc, would you play with yourself and then jack-off onto me?” “Whoa, really, that’s what you want from me?” “Please, do it for me, I’m fucking serious, no joke. I want to see your face as you are getting ready to cum, and while you are cumming too. It’s important to me, okay. I just want to know what you look like at that time.”

It’s not something hard to do, we’ve messed around enough by now to know quite a bit about ourselves. And then the ‘light bulb’  💡 goes off in my head. Who's the newest writer on the blog, who is trying to learn how to write about those sexy times we have together. So, I keep my counsel and mums the word. I can’t wait to see if he writes something about me this way. I guess if he reads this before he writes the next chapter maybe he’ll change his mind. Personally, I really mean personally, I’d love to read what he thinks about me and how I am with him. Who better than him to write it, huh?

There’s was something very sexy and needy in the way he asked me to do this that just made me want to comply. And comply I did, I was sure he planned on me covering his chest area, but my sneaky mind was thinking lower, much lower. I was going to try to aim for his dick and hope for the best. I told you I was really horny and needed this release pretty bad. So, when it was time to shoot, I bent over so my dick aimed where I planned. It worked, well some landed in and around his dick, but it worked. I had every intention of sucking off my cum on his dick. So, I pulled him off the bench are put myself there instead. Well by now you have to know what was directly in front of my waiting mouth. At least all the rain shower did wash off the bath soap, it was pure me on him. And without haste I cleaned it up for him. Now go put that in your story babe. Haha. I dare you. 😜

AFTER THE SHOWER

ZZ Top Favorite Band

After the fun shower and important clean-up duty, I decided to shave, it’s been a few days now and I’m starting to look like I want to have a full beard instead of the trimmed look I usually sport. Larry caught what I was doing and decided he should do the same at his sink. Although his beard grows so fast, he can’t hold off as long as I can. He’s just your ‘All American Hairy Guy,’ he really could shave twice a day, but the beard saves him that grief. We have known each other for over 9 years now and during that time we’ve both had beards, but once we became best buds, we began to match the shape of our trim. I still get away with the least work though. If Larry stopped shaving his neck and upper cheeks, he could join the ZZ Top band! That fucking beard of his could reach his knees in record time! No joke, he can grow a great looking beard as far as I’m concerned, but it’s a lot of work for him.

“Sweetbabes, you wanna stay naked with me today?” “Oh oh, what about work?” “We could try, we haven’t done that yet, maybe there’s nothing to worry about, huh?” “You’re still horny, aren’t you.” “You could tell, huh? I don’t know what’s going on with me today, I’m on a roll with you here!” “Babe, welcome to my world! There’s nothing I’ve ever liked better than just being who we are together. I love just looking at you, who wouldn’t?” “Ooh, I know the answer to that one, Ellen, she wouldn’t. Hah!” I told him, “We can see how it shapes up; but we should both try to behave ourselves while on the clock. Agreed?” “Really, I have to agree? How’s about I see what happens instead?” “Larry, we can be naked and our silly selves just about everywhere here, except in our office. But I’ll bend a little bit today so we can wear a bath towel around our waists.” “Will you wear yours like I taught you?” “Yes, and you can too. If it gets too tough for us, we can go jump in the pool to cool down some.” 

Man, I completely understand where he’s coming from today. I’ve had so many days over the years that I wished we could have had what we do today. We are really turning into a perfect couple now. All that together time, day and night has given us what we needed to either make it or break it. Obviously, make it won! Yay, for all of us, huh? I just get the biggest charge out of him wanting us to be naked together. This man wouldn’t pee next to me in the men’s room and we were the best friends ever at the time! Of course, I know why now, but it was always a bone of contention for me during those years. I don’t even want to go live those moments ever again; so, I’m changing the subject.

We both headed to the kitchen sans bath towels, naked as jaybirds that’s what he wanted today. Perhaps I should say, this naked thing is not something new with us. The working while naked, is the new thing. We have spent more time naked in and around the house than dressed, since we’ve been living together. Though, there’s always the threat that one of the wives might pop in on us, but so far, they haven’t. Today is a work day, and we usually are in our boxers or shorts, sometimes tank tops, but rarely pullover shirts. Our naked hairy chests are turn-ons for us. Not to say, that the rest of us are turn-offs, they’re just bigger turn-ons!

OFF FOR BREAKFAST

Bacon on the menu

Anyhow, back to getting breakfast, today is my turn, so Larry is making the coffee for us. I know he likes bacon, 🥓 well, who doesn’t! I have this non-stick griddle I layered with bacon and set to low heat. I asked him, “eggs, no eggs”, what did he want? Larry saw me standing in front of the griddle naked, “Whoa babe, back away from the stove, you’re not protecting my play toys.” As he grabbed a red apron from the Pantry closet. He quickly put it over my head and tied it behind my back for me. “Okay, you can carry on now.” And laughed a bit. “Oh yeah, no eggs just waffles. Frozen is okay, we just bought some last trip to the store.” 

For those of you who keep track, he likes to shop for groceries with me now; Ellen is going to either be happy or pissed, he wouldn’t shop with her. He’s fun to shop with, I find more interesting stuff added to the shopping cart at checkout with him. 

Waffles on deck today

Anyway, back to breakfast. Frozen waffles are easy, so, off to the toaster, and I microwaved some pure Vermont Maple Syrup for us. The bacon takes the longest, so I timed myself on the rest. “Hey, babe why don’t you go clean and set the table on the office deck, we can have breakfast outside this morning.” He thought that was an awesome idea, especially since you know what’s directly next to the deck that we love to dive into. Somehow, I’m getting the idea that hooky from work never left his mind today. IDK, sometimes I think that! Haha.

There’s nothing more fun to do than eat outside with your best buddy naked as jay birds, or even in towels sexily placed around your hips. The heat of the day won’t be here until around 4:00pm, it’s going to be close to 100° again today, so the 70° is perfect right now. I’m about 80% convinced that work today will be a work-out in the pool plus whatever part of the yard that hasn’t been used yet by us. There’s always the covered swing, but it’s really time to get that thing cleaned. Maybe we should hose off any dirt and leaves after breakfast. I’m just thinking like him now.

DECK TALK AFTER BREAKFAST

After we were reduced to just the coffee that was left over from breakfast, we just sat back and chatted for a while. I’m not sure of everything that was said, mostly guy talk. Anyway, talking has never been a problem for us, and now it’s even more fun than ever before. I remember asking him how he was feeling after that giant breakfast of his. That package of waffles was apparently a single serving today. I never thought much about frozen waffles before, but I’m not in the mood to drag out the old waffle iron and then clean it afterwards. Frozen won. Anyway, he was fine, maybe more than fine. I had a feeling deep thoughts discussed was not on the agenda yet. Maybe deep thoughts and horniness don’t live in the same ZIP Code.

Maybe I was a little too quick dismissing deep thoughts so soon. I looked over to him as I took a sip of my coffee and found him studying my face once again. So, I asked, “Babe you want to talk about it?” “Talk about what?” “You’ve been studying my face since our shower this morning.” “Wrong, I’ve been looking at you even when you were still sleeping. Remember, I was up early.” Well, I thought that was a revelation I didn’t expect from him. I have to ask. “So, are you going to paint my portrait for me?” “Hah! Yeah right if you don’t mind stick figures as a look. No, Marc I’m just trying to be you for a while. You must spend lots of time observing things, to be able to write like you do.” “Haha, you mean like noticing the boner you get sitting on your chair first thing in the morning? I might miss a few things I guess.” “Marcus we’ve been friends for years, even better friends now! 😛 Maybe I just want to know a lot more about you, maybe something I could write about, too.” “That okay with me, I look at you all the time.” “Yeah, that’s what I mean, I do that too, but I guess I don’t learn much. I don’t even know if I could describe your face to someone. You have really nice brown eyes and a beard that’s not all brown any more. That’s not enough to write about.” “Babe you are thinking too much. It’s not that hard. Write what’s in your heart. Write what you observe happening if it’s important to you. Anyway, you are doing a great job so far, the guys like what you have written too.” “Yeah, but I don’t always want to use what you wrote to write about. I need to learn how to be like you when you write about us.” “Okay, I’ll give you an assignment. Write about what got you up before me today, and what were you thinking about when you saw me in bed still asleep. You said you were watching me.” “That sounds boring, who wants to read about that?” “Maybe someone who cares about what you think. The guys know an awful lot about you already, but not so much about what you may think.” “So, you think they would care about that, huh?” “One way to find out buddy.”

“Do you want to share with me what you were thinking when you saw me in bed still asleep?” “Do you promise not to make fun of me, if I tell you.” “Larry why would I do that after I asked you to share it with me. This is not ball bashing time anyway.” “So, you had to ask the hard question first, huh? Okay, I have no idea of what I’m going to say though.” “I’m all fucking ears babe, go for it.”

I’ll tell you some of what he said here, but I’d love to see it in his next chapter for the blog. He told me, “I was up early because I had to pee and couldn’t fall back to sleep. You don’t know how close you came to being woken up by me. But you looked so peaceful, I didn’t have it in me to disturb you. I figured I had some letters to answer yet, and I wanted to try out some thoughts I had for the next thing I write for us.” “Okay that set the stage, so what’s next?” “Hold your horses buddy, I’m going to get there. I kept looking up at you at first, to see if you were awake yet. But you had turned on your side and faced the window and I couldn’t see your face any more, besides, you were tightly wrapped up in the sheet and blanket of yours, too.” “See, you have good observation skills.” “But you said you were watching me, and I didn’t know it. I guess I got into writing and forgot to check on you.”

“What do you think I was dreaming about?” “How would I know, that’s a silly question.” “You think so, huh? What wrong with you imagining what I might be dreaming about? Who did I spend the night with cuddling and holding your dick sometimes? Who was cuddling me sometimes, and what did you find to keep your hands occupied while attached to me? Just to name a few things that just popped into my head.” “Maybe that’s the problem Marc, they popped into your head, not mine.” “What do you think you need to do to get them into your head?” “Maybe I need a checklist, huh?” “Maybe that will work for you until it becomes more natural for you.”

“Babe, you eventually saw me looking at you and you greeted me so nice this morning. What did I look like when you saw me and how did I look after you greeted me so nicely?” “Okay, I’ll try your test. You were smiling at me and it made me feel all warm inside. I love your smile; it always makes me want to just hug you. You were awake and I didn’t know how long, but you seemed happy to see me, and it made me feel so wanted. I felt it inside my stomach like always, and it made me want to hug you and run my hands through your hair.” 

“Larry you described me as asked but added how I affected you as well. Isn’t that what I do when I write about us? I love looking at you, in clothes or naked; you make things happen to me, too. You are right, it’s someplace in the gut that reacts, sometimes it’s a little lower, huh?” Of course, he caught my drift and we both laughed it off. Of course, I finally decided to ask about the shower this morning. “Babe, you were studying my face in the shower jacking off for you, did you learn something about me?” “I take the ‘fifth’ on that, you’ll have to wait and see.” “You did learn something; I can tell how you answered. You know what? I don’t want to hear the answer, but I can’t wait to read about it one day.” Whereupon I got up and planted my best morning kiss on him. My buddy is getting to be a real partner for me, a lot more than just a sexual partner. Have no fear, we are great sexual partners, better than any either one of us ever had before. Well, I’m thinking work is taking a back seat today.

“Larry, tell me what you want to do today, I have a feeling work is not at the top of the list.” “Marc, you really had to ask me that, huh?” “No sweet buddy, I didn’t, rack it up to I love talking with you.” “God, I hope there’s more than just talk?!” I laughed at that and tried to beat him to the punch for my next move. While laughing I loosened the towel around me so it will remain on the chair when I got up. “Last one in the pool cleans the dishes.” And in a couple of seconds I dove into the pool. I got him, he still had to loosen the towel and I was in the pool! Man, that just felt fucking good for a change. I won! Of course, he didn’t know about the contest, ask me if I care. Don’t ask! 

Getting my share of dunks

Okay, so I got my head dunked a few times for payback, but on each dunk, I grabbed onto to my favorite appendage of his. Maybe that’s why I got dunked more than a few times? Could be. I guess the work question has been answered as well. Apparently, you guys are stuck with two horny middle-aged teenagers as João from Portugal likes to call us. Maybe the COVID-19 shelter in place is a better thing than we first thought! 😛 

I know you’d like to hear about the wild and crazy sex in the pool we had, well not for now, we’ve pushed our dicks as far as they want to go and it’s only mid-day. We did do several slow laps, it’s getting warm out and I’m fine with easy does it. Looks like that appealed to Larry too. We were in sync for a while and then I look up and he’s swimming towards me. Okay one of us is slacking here, and I’m not going to investigate. Now I get to whack his ass on every pass by, that was fun. I’d be okay if he tried that on me, but no ass whacks for Marcus, so sad. 🥺 In a while we returned to the deck to work on our tans. 

I wanted to bring up something that needed to be discussed now that we tend to enter the pool at different hours of the day. Larry hasn’t run into Joe, my pool guy yet. Joe usually has the pool done early in the morning, but he has been here at different times and days in the past. Now he has caught me naked in the pool enough times that he can stop and talk to me while I’m in the pool. The awkward days were years ago when we both were younger. He’s never met Lisa but knows I’m married though. We’ve talked enough over the years to know each other quite well. Well…. maybe not that well. Naked Larry will come up one day, we need a plan, or situation, or explanation for him. So that’s the next topic for us.

“Babe, you are aware that I have a pool guy and a groundskeeper, right?” “Of course, I don’t see you breaking sweat getting that done.” “Okay, I wasn’t headed in that direction, but okay. Well, Joe has no idea about us, or why you’re here with me, or why we may be naked together. You do understand that, right?” “No brainer Marc, I figured that already.” “Awesome Babe, so Joe catches you naked in the pool, what do you do?” “I keep swimming. He’s obviously seen you naked by now, what’s the problem?” I started to laugh, “You are a fucking amazing buddy, babe! You won’t care if he see you that way, huh?” “I don’t know if you are referring to my junk being seen or my furry body, I really don’t give a shit what he thinks. You’re the only one I care about.” “Thank you, Babe, you really know how to make me feel loved.”

“Marc, if I’m on a deck chair naked, and he comes in the yard, should I put a towel over me, or head for the house?” “Fuck no, why would I want that, unless you felt uncomfortable that way.” “I don’t know, maybe you don’t want him to know about us.” “So, two guys swimming naked together, makes us gay in his eyes?” “Will it? I hope he does thinks we are.” “You really feel that way now?” “Marcus…, hello in there! I fucking love you, and I want to be with you. You get that right?” “Of course, I get it, I fucking love you, and want that too.” “Sweetbabes, maybe we are moving fast, but it’s been over a year that we discovered what we needed from each other. I’ve wanted what we have together from the first time I met you. I didn’t know why exactly, but I wanted it. This is where you say something nice back to me now!”

“You fucker, say something nice huh? I’m still getting over how you’ll deal with Joe. Well, for the nice thing, I hoped you’d like me enough to be your friend when we first met; but getting you as a best friend made me smile almost all the time. However, having you now as my lover makes my heart do an extra beat and makes me want to sing love songs.” “Okay Sweetbabes, maybe that’s a little over the top, but it was kinda Marcus sweet.” So, we laughed at each other for a while. But it’s really how I felt.

I think you have gotten the idea; this is pretty typical of how we are when we are so horny for each other. If you think it stopped here, it didn’t. We talked a long time about what he told me on how he would handle Joe or others when it comes to us. He gave me a lot to think about that day. I kind of wondered when did all this start? That was not that difficult to figure out for myself, we’ve been together for weeks now, day and night. There’s nothing we hide from each other any longer. If he didn’t like living here with me, it could have ended some time ago, it’s not like he doesn’t have a home only yards away from here. 

Sometimes I wonder if I’m slipping on my observation skills, how did I miss him changing. I didn’t miss anything; I just wasn’t dealing with it yet. I flashed on the cruise ship with Maurice and Peter. Who was so quick to let them in to the room while we were still naked.  That wasn’t me. Who didn’t care if he was dressed or naked at the time, Larry. I don’t even remember him freaking out like I did on the lake when we met those other naked guys. Maybe I’m so close to the trees, that I miss the forest at times.

At one point I need to end this chapter, it’s mid day and there’s more of the same coming before the day is over. We actually put in a couple of hours in the office before dinner time. And we ordered a delivered pizza for dinner; screw making another mess in the kitchen. Maybe Larry will pick up the day from his perspective for us. Actually, maybe it’s time for Marcus to pick up the perspective from his best buddy. Little brother is showing his big brother, how things get done! It’s a good thing ego doesn’t rule in this household!

Time to close and go find some hot pictures for the chapter. I hope you liked this day with us. 

Marcus

Our journal continues with Larry’s fifth Chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/07/larrys-5th-post-rest-of-story.html