Larry's 5th Post The Rest of the Story

I asked Marcus to use this picture because it reminds me of us

Hi guys, I’m Larry and this is my fifth posting. I hope I’m getting better at this for you and today I’m going to try to write something new that Marcus hadn’t already. If I suck at this, maybe I’ll go back to working on his older chapters. In case you missed it, I’m looking for your love. I’m needy huh?

I just read my buddy’s latest chapter today. He didn’t let me know it was done or posted, I found it in my email this morning since I subscribe to the blog too. Wow, I’m still trying to find the words I need. Man, he must have been the horniest ever the time he wrote that. I hope I didn’t fall down on my job with him. Nah, I didn’t but he kept me busy. He might say that about me though. Maybe we were both horny? Hah! Nothing new here.

I’ve been trying to come up with something I could write for the journal that was just from me, not me adding to his words. I just get stuck thinking about what to write, I’m not creative like him. But after reading his story, I saw it only went up to late in the afternoon. Sometimes Marc takes more than one chapter to finish a story of his. And I don’t want to step on his feet here. So, I asked him if I could write about the rest of the day and night for the journal. Guess what he said? “Go ahead, go for it.” Now I wonder if I was thinking clearly when I asked him, what the fuck did I get myself into here! 

I have only reading experience not writing experience about what we can do out of the sight of others. I know I felt strong about the desk story and loved what you guys told me. Maybe that’s why I stuck my next out on this. I’m not a coward, but I can get scared that I could screw up what he built here for you guys. Marcus wrote about a day when I was trying hard to be like him. I mean as a writer only. We are good that we are different in many ways. And I don’t mean just how we look; we think differently too. Maybe that’s why we are so good together. I think he’s been fucking with my mind for a while now, I sometimes say shit to him that doesn’t sound like me at all! We don’t talk politics, never have since we started our friendship. I was pretty set in my views back then, and Marcus was smart enough to not talk about it. We still don’t talk about it mostly because we are afraid of what could happen to us. But, don’t tell him, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I’ve been changing my mind on some things. 

Living with him day and night now is way more important than some stupid position we might have held. I’m not going to fuck up what we have now, I’ve wanted what we have for a long time. I have a feeling maybe longer than him. And I’m the one who almost made it go away. I don’t want to talk about that anymore, it’s depressing.

Well, here goes. I’m going to try to write the rest of the story and not try to sound like my horny buddy for you. Just horny me, okay? Because the horns were out big time that day!

If you read Marcus’s last story, you’d know I was writing on my iPad when he woke up that morning. He was right, I was writing back to you wonderful guys that email me. That is something I’ve never had before and now I look all the time to see if someone wrote me. I have friends now to write back to, that is so fucking cool! Anyway, before I forget what I was going to say. I’m trying to learn how to be more observant when I’m with Marc. He seems to remember stuff like an elephant. I can forget if I just peed before I go back to my desk! I’m dead serious, I’m going to be horrible at 90 if I ever get there! So, I’ve been watching more carefully, and now I’m more curious than ever. I wonder what Marc looks like before he cums and what does he look like while he cums. Maybe that’s something stupid to you, but he’s my guy and he’s cumming because of me. I want to know what he looks like and next I’d love to know how it feels for him. Is it like for me or different? I never asked Ellen what it was like for her, maybe I was embarrassed to ask her, probably. Marc and me, well this stuff I’m thinking about is new. I guess after I knew how deeply in love with him, I was, I wanted to know more. I don’t want to compete with Marcus writing in the journal, he’s too good at this, and has a shit load of chapters he’s written by now. But he only guesses about what in my head, but a lot of times he’s usually right.

I don’t know for sure, but I guess if everything stayed the same except there wasn’t a journal about us, maybe I wouldn’t have thought about how he looks when he cums. Maybe I’d only care about that I came too. But that’s not what we have now. I have a novel full of his love letters to me that he’s shared with you guys. I’m living with him for now, I see him laughing and sometimes all teary-eyed; I see him dressed at his desk and sometimes naked all over the place! Yay, let’s hear it for naked! I get to spend quiet hours together with him and have sex I never imagined in my life that I’d be a part of with him. 

THE REST OF THE STORY

Marcus was right we did go to work for a few hours later that day. We might be horny bros, but we are competent business men too. We didn’t get our current jobs by fucking around like we were doing that day, or most of our free time. 😜 Maybe most guys our age aren’t that horny all the time, you tell me, but we are making up for a lot of lost time between us. I hope we never get caught up because I love being horny for him. As long as he is horny for me, we will be okay. I guess I had to say that, so you don’t think we are just out of control horny teenagers. Maybe we are!

Maybe Marc had to finished his chapter there and post it because he was too horny to go on, I bet it was. I hardly looked over to him while working. I get this tunnel vision when I get my head into my work. I can’t afford to screw up what I do. Not to say, that I don’t ever take a peek over my shoulder at my buddy once in a while. He’s my eye-candy too! I read what he says about me as his eye-candy. I wish you could see the man I love, whoops, no I don’t! I don’t need the competition! 😂 Okay, now I think I’m copying Marc’s worst trait, getting sidetracked! 

Okay, back to work. We did get to wear our bath towels and I’m so glad Marc learned to put it on like I showed him. I said I have eye-candy too, he can look so fucking hot that way. You know, our office setup is a little unfair to me. Marc sits behind his desk and I can only see some of his hairy chest and head, sometimes his feet poke out if he’s slouching in his chair, and then that all I see! I sit against the East wall and he can see all of me in my chair. Great for horny him, not so great for horny me. I don’t know if he noticed me that day, but I put my towel on much lower on my ass and I know for a fact there was some plumber crack showing. Maybe he didn’t see it, but it kept me horny thinking that he would. I can be really bad when I want to be. I don’t think Marc knows just how bad I can be around him! 😛

When I got up from my chair for dinner time, my loose towel completely undid itself and was left on the chair. Remember that “shower/grower” thing of his? Well let’s say, I was not a grower right then, I was way better than that. Fuck, I even turned myself on. So, I headed over to Marc’s desk to rub his shoulders and neck because I know he loves that. Maybe even more when I’m naked too. I told him, “enough work already, let’s stop.” He agreed but let me continue with the massage for a while.

I did something different then too, I started to rub his temples and I think he almost fell asleep on me. I need to remember that for the future. When he finally got up his towel magically undid itself too. It made the kiss he gave me pretty hot. I don’t think naked kissing ever got into my fantasies with him, now I wonder why not. 

Did he ever tell you guys that even though I’m a couple inches shorter than him, that our legs are the same length? Considering the kind of boners, we each get, I’m always more aware of where his is aimed at. I mean guys, I have a low pair that I must watch over when we get in this kind of position. I make sure there’s space between my legs or something is gonna get poked badly! Okay that was supposed to be funny for you, if it was gross, I’m sorry. But this is something I live with now. I’m not complaining, no sir I’m not. I love the opportunity to work it out with him. 😀

The rest of the day did not require being wrapped in towels but were used again after being in and out of the pool. The pool got used lots of times that day, it was hot, and the water was perfect. I think I’ve been in his pool more in the past few weeks than in years living next door. Now I know why he spends so much time in there. I should tell you that as much fun as we have screwing around in the pool, sometimes it’s so nice just floating and thinking. I’m much better at floating now than ever before. I don’t have a lot of body fat, so I sink really easy if I’m not careful. I really like that Marc let’s me just spend time by myself in the pool. Not all the time though. We get lots of time to fuck around in the water too. I hope that doesn’t sound like we can be boring friends because we aren’t. I guess I buried that topic for now.

Did you know that Marcus is one hot looking dude naked? He always talks about me, so I should talk about him. He turned me on years ago when we first met, but I didn’t know what was going on in my head at the time. I wasn’t my own fan back then, I guess you know that about me too. I didn’t get positive feedback ever about myself, and as much as Ellen loved me, she always made me feel not good enough.  There’s something about a hairy backside that turns her off. Not Marcus though! I don’t know why, but I love him for that! He never makes me feel not good enough for him. I know Ellen has this thing about my backside, I’ve heard it for years now, maybe if I looked more like him, she’d be happier. So, I guess if you get me, everything she hoped for was right in front of her with him. It’s no wonder Ellen is always flirting with him. At first it kind of hurt a lot that she did that in front of me. But I guess that was better than behind my back. Marcus takes her flirting as it’s meant and doesn’t really believe it’s real. Besides, he has his own body issues too. I don’t think I ever remembered anything Lisa might have said though. Recently Marcus told me she kinda likes my furry body. I hope you know that felt so nice to hear, it would be nicer hearing it from her instead of Marc though. I believe him, I don’t think he just said that for my benefit. I’d be so happy to hear something like that from my own wife though. I think I buried this subject too! What else can I trash?

Dinner was delivered that night, just a pizza with too much stuff on it. I’m kinda a double pepperoni guy. Marc slipped a bunch of “veggies” on the pizza this time, that’s okay, I just plucked them off. Only thing when I did there was only one and a half pieces of pepperoni on each slice I ate. Maybe we need to order two pizzas one that doesn’t gross me out and one that he likes. 😂 Well we aren’t exactly the same on everything. I would love an all meat pizza or just bacon pizza, but I haven’t seen that offered yet. I’d love a ribeye steak pizza, but I never seen one of them either. At least we agree on mushrooms, we both don’t like them. Do people know how they grow that shit, that’s right, on chicken shit blocks. Damn, who the fuck thought that thing out? And why in all that’s holy would you smother a perfectly great steak with mushrooms grown on chicken shit? Gross! Okay, another topic buried.

Do you know what I’d love to have written about the pizza delivery, that could have been fun? That we answered the door naked, well I did think about it, but I’m not stupid enough to do it myself. Maybe I could con Marc into doing it, yeah right! I’d probably do it if I were really loaded though, but never again. Not the open the door naked part, I mean not being loaded again. Who knows if we get horny enough, maybe we will. I’d love to see the face of the delivery guy. Oh yeah, could be a girl too. Okay let’s put this topic to bed for now, who knows, maybe later though. We are wild and crazy guys! No, we’re not! It just sounds that way. I used to be shy once, BM. That’s Before Marcus. Please send your complaint letters to Marcus, I only like nice letters.

You know it took more energy stripping my pizza off of stuff I didn’t want on there, than the calories I got eating it. I was going to say stripping the shit off it, but changed my mind for some reason, probably common decency, I think. But I know how they should make my next pizza though. First layer the pan with lots of pepperoni and then cheese, I think the crust next, plus the sauce, more cheese, and more pepperoni. Now that a double pepperoni pizza. I have no fucking idea how they will get it out of the pan, that’s their problem. I’m gonna be fucking outta my skull delighted though! 😛 Maybe I need to change the subject again, huh?

I bet you think I’m stalling getting to the sexy stuff huh. You are right, I don’t want to screw this up for Marcus and me. My new buddy João from Portugal told me I should think of what I’m writing as a slow-motion movie, so I could slow it down and not miss something important. João is so fucking smart, I think I can say that without offending him, he’s young, but not so young to be offended by that, I hope. Anyway, I think that’s what he meant in his letter to me, so João, here goes buddy.

LIFE AFTER AWFUL PIZZA 

Okay it wasn’t so awful, simply weird pizza. Marc tried to pull one over me this time. Next time I’ll order it. One of the great things about pizza is everything gets tossed out when done. I know Marc has lots of really nice plates in the cupboards, but pizza needs to be on paper plates, with paper napkins and plastic cups. When we’re done everything gets tossed out, no kitchen duty! That’s really bitching! So far in our relationship we’ve never had leftover pizza. I always did at home with Ellen though. Maybe we need to order a giant pizza next time, I like cold pizza for breakfast. I have no idea if he does, we never had leftovers yet. I think I just said that.

I think Marc told you that we’ve had a heat wave out here, it was 105° that day and has been 100° or more for a while. We’ve spent a lot of time trying to stay cool and his pool is a great way. I almost said our pool instead. I’m getting really comfortable here with him. We did hold off getting into the pool for a while after the pizza fest. I think I heard someplace that you shouldn’t swim after stuffing your face with pizza, so we waited. Besides my stomach really looked full, I do mean “looked” I don’t think I’ve ever seen me naked and full of pizza before. Talk about thick! Even Marc looked thick and he lost weight. You know I resisted calling our belly’s big and round, thick sound so much better. See João, I’m slowing down the movie in my mind.

You know there’s something Marc hadn’t written about for a while, mainly because it hasn’t happen for a long time, I guess. We used to sneak sex with each other in the pool after dark. I don’t think anyone could tell that we were fucking around at all. At least I hope not. I really wanted to do that after dinner, and I hope Marc was up for it too. I gave him a big clue what I wanted, I told him I was headed to the office bathroom to be ready for him that night. I was hoping he would do that too. Well my buddy got it and went in after me.

I grabbed a big cold bottle of Club Soda and bottled water for him out of the refrigerator and put them on the cool deck near the underwater seat at the deep end of the pool. And since I love diving, I climbed back on the office deck to dive into the pool. Marc didn’t have the builders put a diving board in when he had the pool built before we moved in next door. I really don’t know why; I might ask him one day if I remember. But diving off his deck is good enough for him and me. His pool is ten feet deep in the deep end and perfect for diving. I’ve never hit bottom yet when I dive off the deck. I made sure that the pool light was off too. I have plans and I kinda want it to be like before when we had to sneak sex. I don’t know if you know this, fucking in the water is not easy without holding on to something. The water has a mind of it own and can fight you. But I really want to fuck in the water, it’s been too long. 

I also remember getting the best cock sucking from him in there a few times. Whoops, I said cock sucking that’s a no no with him. I agree with him and I was a big offender saying that over the years too. I’m so sorry for those years, I don’t know why he forgave me. Cocksucker was always a derogatory term for gays, and I really never meant it. How could something so great feeling be used that way. I know this now, not before.  If you noticed, I have, that Marc calls it sucking dick or something close to it. He rarely uses cock when he talks about the penis. I caught that long ago, but I’m guilty of abusing it. I can’t believe me sometimes. What the fuck was I thinking, nobody believed me anyway. I wasn’t hiding anything I thought I was. I was a fucking jerk back then. But I’m way over that now, Marcus fixed my head on that for good! There are so many ways that I know now, we were meant for each other.

I was in the pool thinking all by myself for what seemed like a long time. Man, I can miss him so fast, I don’t know what I’ll do if we go back to our old lives. I don’t want to think about it! While I was treading water in the deep end, okay, and playing with my dick too. It seems like as soon as I start thinking about him my hands find my dick to play with. I guess my hands missed him too. 😙 He dove into the pool before I caught him out on the deck, he scared the shit out of me. Not really, that would be gross in the pool. I guess you know what I mean though. When he was under water on the way up, of course he had to pull on my dick, at least under water it doesn’t feel like he’s going to rip it off me. Hah! I like that he does that anyway, besides, I’ve been paying him back that way too. Silly stuff for guys in their 50’s huh? It’s fun having a buddy who can fool around like that with you though. I guess that’s our new routine, but I wouldn’t want to see it end at all. 

When he came up for air, it was awfully close to me, considering he had a good hold on my dick, I’d say he had no other choice. My choice was to grab on to him, no I didn’t grab his dick or dunk him, I should have though. I pulled him closer to me for a hug in the water. I just wanted to do that; I don’t think these things out first. I just felt like holding him in my arms. I guess he wanted me to do that because he relaxed and let me. He kissed me first and I let him, but don’t think I didn’t return the kiss. Maybe we really wanted this because it lasted quite a while, not that I timed it though. But I have this dick that seems to be doing that instead. I swear my dick is a spoiled brat, it gets close to Marc and gets hard without asking me first! Hah! Maybe that’s not such a bad thing for it to do. Well if you were here with us, you’d probably notice Marc’s dick was watching mine and got turned on too. You guys must think we have boners for each other all the time. Yup, you’d be right. 😂

You and I both know there’s going to be sex in the pool, somebody is going to get fucked, maybe two somebodies will get fucked before we get out of the water. And we are both right. Since I brought up the subject of getting ready, I’m going to ask him to fuck me, except we never ask that way. I wanted him to make love to me, that’s the cover story for “fuck me please.” I’m not lying, fucking under water is a trip and fun to do once in a while. Especially if you are super horny. Which we were. No problem we know what the next hour or so is going to be about now.

Marcus has talked about the underwater seat in the pool. There’s only one and it’s in the deep end of the pool. Maybe it’s meant to be a step out of the pool too, but we found a better use for it. I turned my back to him and placed my hands on the seat, I was ready for him and he didn’t disappoint me. It’s not easy like it is in the shower or even the office empty corner, there’s no water pushing you back there. Marc found the perfect way to stay connected with me. He wrapped his arms around me and hung on. That allowed him to thrust away and thrust he did. I really wanted him, but I was sorry that I saw nothing except two powerful forearms around me. You know, he’s got his share of muscle too. I guess I’ve been a lot more aware after he lost those extra pounds. I guess I’m wandering off topic again. 

Okay João, I’m doing the slow-motion movie in my head and I’m finding all kinds of stuff popping in now. I need to edit better, I guess. One thing about fucking in water, you kinda miss some stuff. I missed him cumming until he stopped and just hung on to me tight. I’m going to try and keep his gift for as long as I can, but I’m in water and the body doesn’t act the same there. I hope this is not gross, but I got out of the water just in case I had a whoops factor in the pool. The grass won’t care. Maybe it will fertilize it some. Hah! Okay this even grossed me out after writing it. Maybe I need really better filters, huh? 

But I got back in the pool because gross or not, I have designs on that smooth ass of his myself. I want to experience it again too. Don’t worry about Marcus, he’s really spent but willing to hold up his end. Ha ha, his end is what I’m aiming for. Okay, maybe my jokes are too lame. He really was trying for me.

All that in and out of the pool had a slight effect on my dick, it was looking more like his boner but kinda wilted. See I can live with the wimpy dick thing if I say it myself. That was no problem for Marc to handle for me. He went right for the hand job but switched to his warm mouth. That’s exactly what my cold dick was waiting for and it sprung back to life. I wasted no time getting my target ready for me. All that water must be helping because I was in quickly and found myself in the same boat as Marc was earlier with me. I wrapped my arms around his belly just like he did with me. That really helped and I didn’t waste any time, I was way over the top and ready to cum, so I just let go and delivered what I had. I have no idea if I was “Super Larry” or “Okay Larry” that evening. I know I wanted to get off really bad but was sorry it was something I didn’t get to see him experiencing with me. The next time I’m going to be looking into his heart from his eyes. Maybe later in bed? We are good for a couple of times in a day, three is pushing it, but we have sometimes. Just depends on how much time we get to recover. I’ve been luckier than Marc, poor old guy! Haha! Okay, that sounds mean, it’s just an old joke we have between us. Trust me, I might deny this in the future though, Marc is a great lover and I’m happy that I get to know that first hand.

AFTER THE SEXY POOL TIME

I guess you’ve figured out that since we are living together, we don’t need to sneak around getting our rocks off. Man, that sounds so crude now. “Rocks Off!” What am I a kid? That just came tripping out of me without thinking. You know we did a lot of sneaking around after the lake trip. Even more so after the Big Sur trip. That was a whole fucking week of being together and no sneaking around needed. That was an amazing time with him, I think I really fell in love back then. Like there was nothing stopping us from being ourselves. Maybe I should write about that trip too. I still get goosebumps thinking about how we changed back then. Whoops, I’m meandering again. Maybe it’s time to speed up the movie in my head.

I bet you think another pot of coffee was being made, nope. I think we’ve had enough by now. But after we dried off from the pool, it was still nice outside close to 80° with a slight breeze. I don’t think either one of us wanted to go inside, and it was too early for bed. Maybe I should have said, since we did the deed in the pool, it’s too soon for bed! Hah! Oh, I know you know what I mean. So, we played dominos on the deck table while still naked. I know I’m dying to find out if I have an email to read, but that can wait. And, you might as well know, this chapter you are reading still needed to be finished yet. But I was getting new stuff to write about.

It’s cool that Marc and I can write about stuff without hiding it from each other now. My head is so close to wanting Marc to read and correct what I’m writing for you. I want it to read as polished as his, but I know it would just sound like he wrote it for me. You know what, I actually had three paragraphs in a row without grammar problems. I’m a flawed guy, that’s what you get with “Larry” even if I used my real name, it would be just as flawed. But I’m getting a little better with commas! I even learned a thing or two about semicolons too. I’m going to tell you right now; I’d bet a fortune that commas and semicolons would have never come up in my lifetime. This is crazy, but I do fucking care now!

I’m going to finish my chapter here before we go to bed tonight. Will be up for sex, who knows? I might hit the pillow and start snoring right away. We’ve proved our love for each other exists. Hey, that sounds a little like something Marc would say, huh? BTW, I beat his ass at dominos this night. Fair and square too. We talked a lot about stuff that be boring to write or read about, during and after the games we played. 

After my ass was sore for sitting so long on a wooden chair, I decided to get up and ask Marc if he’d like to take a short walk before bed. Unfortunately, we had to lose the being naked part for wearing shorts, but the clothes are right behind the door in the office closet. I’m still wearing his shorts now; I think you’d be proud of me ditching the long board shorts for his sexy shorts. He really has been working on my head all the time now. I even wear them at daytime too. I don’t know why I cared so much about my hairy legs, Marc loves them and now I do too. Screw people who don’t like what I look like. I wish we were in the woods right now and walking naked, that what I think. But my ass does look great in his shorts, too bad it’s dark out. Hah! Okay, even I don’t recognize who I am anymore. Life is so exciting with Marcus.

I hope I was able to finish our day good enough for you, and that Marc likes what I wrote too. I gave him a picture to use for my chapter. I love this picture because it reminds me of us in and out of the pool. I don’t know how to post the chapters or put pictures into the story as well. Maybe one day Marc will teach me, but I’d freak out if I screwed up the blog. So, I’m not pushing it.

I love writing for the blog now, and I hope you like what I wrote too. I tried hard this time.

M. “Larry” Janssen

Our journal continues with Larry’s Sixth Chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/07/larrys-6th-post-raw-me.html