Larry’s 7th Post: The new me

Hi everyone, it’s me again, Marcus’s buddy Larry.

Okay, I hope this will be a good chapter for you. It’s the seventh for me, wow! I didn’t think I had that much to write about! You guys are awesome, you have made me feel I can do this. Thank you. I’m not going to ignore my buddy though, he has always believed in me more than I do, myself. And I want to thank him here for helping me with pictures again, and for uploading my chapter for me too. Thanks pal! Oh, something else, I didn’t have as many comma errors this time!

Maybe I should tell you that I wasn’t really pissed at Marc for writing about how my first meeting with his pool man Joe went, as much as it was WTF, I’m kinda disappointed, that’s what I was going to write about the next time. That’ll teach me not to tell him what I planned, I guess. I’m writing this before Joe is due back here in a few days. It will take me that long to write a chapter for you anyway. But I probably won’t tell Marc what goes down with Joe, until I write about it first. That’ll teach him to fuck with my stories! Hahah! I’m only kidding, he did a great job telling you about it anyway. I have a way to go before I can try and match him. If I really want to match him! I may not anyway, you guys seem to like me the way I am, I don’t need to be a copy of him. Who needs two of him anyway, when you can have one of me huh? 😂 Anyway, I found it easier to write what I’m thinking about at the time, than write you a whole story. I hope you don’t mind me doing that again. Lots of stuff popped into my head again.

LISA’S PRIVATE GARDEN

Marc briefly mentioned the little walled-in garden off the master bedroom. He hasn’t said much about that garden yet in the journal, as far as I can tell. He said it’s Lisa’s special outdoor spot, a "woman’s cave?" Maybe that’s why he hasn’t written anything. I learned recently that Lisa does yoga out there and reads when she wants to be alone, I guess. I never want to be alone if he’s around though! Sometimes I get to float and relax in the pool by myself, but he’s usually close by, just the way I like him to be too.

Marcus said Lisa had the private garden built for herself years ago. I guess before that, the bedroom door just went out to the bigger rose garden beyond. I really want to check this place out now that I’m writing about it. So far, Marc’s the only thing I’ve ever been "checking out!"  Hahah! Come on you would too if he gave you the chance. Lucky me huh? Anyway, I asked Marc if he ever goes out there too. He said nope, that’s her place. I asked him if it would be okay if I checked it out and see if something needs to be done. It’s been weeks since she’s had anything to do with it now. He said I could “knock myself out if I want to”, I don’t, that’s silly. 😃

Lisa's beautiful and private walled-in garden

It’s Sunday today, no work, just stuff I’d like to do. No, not everything with Marcus though, but he ain’t getting off too easy! I really wanted to check out her garden. Man, it’s really nice out there, very ladylike though, the colors of the flowers, and the walls are painted pink. I was happy to see that she had timed drip irrigation in each pot, nothing is dying, but a little maintenance wouldn’t hurt.

Before you get weird on me about this, I want you to know I have a real soft spot inside too. I love how Marcus makes me out to be his big strong beefy buddy, well I am! 🤣 At 53, I think I’m lucky to still have a lot of the body I worked so hard to build 30 years ago. I totally get what a muscle bear is now, that would be me, I guess. But I’m sure as fuck, not just a muscle hardhead. Maybe I was one in my twenties, not now, no sir. Maybe by me writing in the journal you’ll get to know me better.

Marc has worked on my poor head for months and has written all kind of stuff about me that I could get all big-headed over. I do love how he’s done that out of respect and love for me though. But I’d like you to know that I do love gardening. I love seeing how Lisa made her garden really pretty and special for herself. Sometimes when I read what Marc writes about me, maybe it doesn’t show you everything that I am. I guess that’s my fault for not showing him everything too. Anyway guys, you make me feel that I can share personal stuff with you and still feel safe. Maybe the fact that I get all choked up at times, yeah, drippy eyed too, that I really do have a soft side. It feels weird or awkward to me to think it might be a feminine side of mine, there’s got to be a more macho word, right? IDK, maybe it’s okay to have a feminine side and still be a macho 💪🏼 man. 

Okay, don’t think I’m not the "Larry" you know about from Marcus, I am. I’m just a lot more too. Anyway since Marc didn’t care if I went into her private space. I did. And wow, I’m telling you it really was beautiful. A little bit shaggy though since she hadn’t been here for weeks. I turned around and told Marc, I needed to go get some garden tools out my my garage. I’d be right back. He was writing at the time; I don’t think he had a fucking clue what I said. That’s okay, I’d be back before he misses me, it’s only next door anyway.

In my garage I picked up some clipping and cutting shears, and a small broom and dustpan to pick up after myself. Maybe 5 minutes max I’m gone, and that fucker never missed me! 🤨 No problem, I have a mission now. I used my clippers to trim away overgrowth on a few plants, and I dead headed some flowers too. I sat on her lounge chair and realized it could use some cleaning too. But first I just sat there and soaked in what she built for herself. It was really nice, comfortable, and so fucking private. It was an amazing place. Part of me would love to fuck Marc’s brains out there, but nope. The vibe out there would forever change. I don’t think Marc should come in here, he might want to fuck the second he sees me out here. Just a feeling, I know him pretty well now! 😛 Besides, the pots all needed a cleaning. I bet she took great care of this space, Marcus told me long ago that she was such a neat freak around the house. I’m just going to enjoy bringing the space back to life again. Maybe some morning I might get up early to catch the sun rising out there. That would make me happy, and then I could go back to bed so we could fuck our brain out! The sun would charge me up! Hahah. Well, Marc told me to write what was in my head! 

I don’t know if you noticed that when Marc writes about us, you know, getting it on, that the morning is our favorite time. Maybe all the resting from the night before helps. For me, that’s something I’d never get to do with Ellen. No time got to get our asses off to work! I bet if Marc was actually getting any sex with Lisa, it would be the same. She leaves for work with Ellen often since they both work downtown.

Yeah, I’m thinking all of this before I got my hairy ass off her lounge chair. I could like having a place like this. I might want to change the pink and purple though. Actually, they are very relaxing colors, maybe I wouldn’t change it, besides the flowers are growing nicely out there. Do you think it’s weird that a big macho muscle bear, (I love being called that now), is so in love with this pretty little space. Part of me says, go back and delete all of this shit before I blow my fucking image with you guys. I guess since you are reading this now, I left it in. I told you I had a soft side, right?

Marcus said to me when I started to write not to pre-judge everything I write, just let it be and later I’ll know if it had to go when I read it again. He’s so fucking smart! I told him I wanted you guys to know more about me now. I shared some bad shit about my past with you, and you really supported me, and made me cry. It was a good happy cry though. Not in front of Marc though. I was alone but I felt I had a crowd of loving guys around me, that’s what made me cry. I don’t think I cried much after growing up, but I do sometimes now.

I hope it’s okay with you guys to know I have this really mushy side, huh? I can look up at Marc looking back at me and get all mushy inside. It’s probably why we get so much action together. One look at those big brown puppy-dog eyes of his looking at me, and it’s all I can take. If we weren’t so tight as bro’s, and naked so much of the time, that boner he gives me, might be embarrassing! Not any more.

Hey, I’m getting to be just like him, I start writing about one thing and I’m off someplace else in a minute. Maybe all the us time together is working on my head big time. I went into the cleaning closet and picked up some stuff to clean her planter pots. When I finished with that, I took the cushion off her lounge chair to hose off on the lawn area of the backyard. I let the sun finish the drying. I bet if Lisa came back to visit her patio, it will look like she never left the house. I hope she doesn’t mind that I was in there though.

THINKING ABOUT ME AND MARCUS

Marcus has his “man cave” too, it’s his office and the pool area of the backyard. I know he told you before that we both live on a Cul-de-sac, so our backyards are way larger than our front yards. He put his stamp on the kinds of palms and tropicals he’s had planted over the years. It’s way private from prying-eyed neighbors if there are any, and a trip at night with the garden lighting. I think I love the night out there best of all. I’m not artistic, he’s the artist, but I get what he’s done here. I’ve known that for years! The plants just grew larger and privacy got better every year I’ve been his neighbor. Now I get to be naked anywhere in his yard without fear of being seen. Yes, he did get me to love being naked around him. He worked hard at that on me over the years, but it was at the lake that it happened for real.

Another thing you might know about us, we sweat a lot too! And my time in Lisa’s patio cleaning it up, got me very sweaty. Now all I want to do is get a shower ASAP. Especially before we make breakfast. I believe Marcus calls it Brunch at this time of the day, I call it food. Marc is still writing, so I asked him if he’d like to join me in the shower. He doesn’t know my next chore is to scrub the floor to ceiling glass bricks too. Marc is spoiled, he has "people" do stuff for him. Well one of his "people," the housekeeper has not been here since the COVID-19 thing. We’ve been doing the house cleaning ourselves. Ellen and I have no “people” though, we do it ourselves too. Well, I get the stuff she doesn’t want to do, like the bathrooms. Man, I’m glad we only use one bathroom instead of all of them! I have taken that chore here too, it’s what I know how to do anyway. We do shut down every room in the house we aren’t using; thank you buddy! But we both use the office bathroom. I don’t have to tell you there’s a good reason to clean them often, somebody has an aim problem around here!

I remember the first time I was shown his master bathroom, it wasn’t that long ago too. I fell completely in love with the size of the room. That fucking room is bigger than some of our smaller bedrooms at home! But one look at the curving glass brick shower wall, he calls it “conch shaped” and I think I got a boner! Really, I’m sure I did! Now that’s a man’s, man shower! There’s no door or shower curtain needed; the water doesn’t hit the entrance area. What is not fucking glass, is fucking tile, up to the ceiling too. I think it’s a craftsman’s work of art. I know you’ve read about the shower heads that I finally figured out how to use properly. But my crowning glory was getting the ball hitting jets aimed away from our balls. Maybe you don’t have a clue how painful a powerful jet of water did feel on our low boys. Man, that can take the horny edge we walked in with and toss it down the drain! I remember turning on the worst one after being warned about it by Marcus. I’m sure he was laughing at me as I doubled over! I know I learn things the hard way sometimes. But maybe if my balls didn’t get hurt like that, I’d never try to fix the jets for us. Right? 

I even learned to adjust how strong the water jets work too. Today I’ve got that shower room working for us fucking perfect if I must blow my own horn. As big a place as it is, when I’m in there with him, it’s just our fun room. It’s not just a shower stall, it’s a fucking room with lots of places for water to come out of! But the rain shower is our favorite to end up using. I’ve often joked with Marc about the shower room size, we both think it’s big enough for a small sports team to shower together. Part of me wants to invite you to check out how cool it is. I guess you’ll have to settle for some pictures instead.

Oh well, now you know more about his (our) 😘 bedroom and bathroom. I think it’s fair to call it ours. I’ve been sharing it with him for several weeks now. I hope for a lot longer too! Whoever owned his house before, must have had parties all over the house. There’s a lot of big rooms in his house. But the shower room is so much fun. I bet he’s having the most fun ever in there now that I’m here to share it with him. Now I’m wondering if I should bring in a garden hose for all the tile. I know I’m going to need a stepping stool to reach the top of the glass bricks to clean them, my arms are only so long! Marc says I must be a blonde Italian not a blonde Dutch guy, because I share his attributes. Long legs, short arms! And the other stuff you know about too. Hahah! We both have moved our car seats all the way back because of our legs. Guess what happens when our short arms hit the wheel! Fortunately, my truck and his crossover have adjustable steering wheels. Man, I keep straying away from what I’m talking about! I think Marc has rubbed off too much on me lately! Tell me if I’m boring you, but be kind with how you tell me, I’m still a flawed human.

ITS ABOUT THAT GIANT SHOWER ROOM

Marcus thought he’d sneak away, uh uh!

I was thinking I could con my buddy into helping me with the shower cleaning; there’s a lot of glass brick to clean in there. Sometimes we get a little carried away in there, maybe you kinda get what I mean, huh? I can still shoot like I did years ago, and Marcus has found some renewed strength lately too, lucky me! It’s no wonder that Lisa didn’t like using the shower. Could be! I asked him if he’d like to shower with me and maybe help me clean the glass too. Look at the picture, this is a big job. (It's a lot easier to find guys that look like Marc than me! I'm surprised he let me use this one!) 😜

But before I invited Marcus to help me, I brought in the two-step stool from the cleaning closet and some ShamWows, a big soft brush, and window cleaner. I wanted them all to be available for us just in case he slipped away from me! There’s this big drying and dressing area on one side of the glass bricks if you wanted to use it. I used that area to put the cleaning stuff. I’m not quite sure why the designers felt the need to build this area, maybe because there was all this extra space to fill. It’s more fun on the wet side anyway! 😛The rest of the bathroom is plenty big enough to towel off. I didn’t want to trick him though unless I had too! Hahah! I hope I didn’t make you think he turned me down though. It’s easy to get his ass naked in the shower with me. If you didn’t know that, you missed a few of his chapters! 😂 

When I finally got to ask him, I had a feeling he was writing something horny on his iPad while he was still in bed.  Maybe because he had a boner starting before I did. Don’t worry I caught up fast. I told him I had big plans for us in the shower room. What? I didn’t trick him really; we will have plans before we leave. I did ask him if he’d like to help me clean the glass bricks especially the ones next to the ceiling. He laughed at me, the turd. But he did offer to help hold me while I was on the top of the stool cleaning the top glass. Well at least we could be together and talk while I was cleaning. Actually, he did help some and we decided to take our showers after cleaning. Marc used the soft brush with some glass cleaner on the glass bricks, and I dried it with the chamois cloth. It was working well for us until I got on the stool to reach the top glass. 

Marc getting into my business

Marc thought it would be funny I guess to stick his nose up my business while I was on the step stool. Well there was more than just his nose and I generally, I really do like that. But not while I’m on a stool trying to work and balance myself. Oh, he did hold onto my hips to steady me though. I’m surprised he didn’t reach around and grab on to my dick too. I could have liked that! 😂 I told him if I do a shitty job on the glass, it’s going to be his fault. Anyway, it wasn’t awfully long before all the glass was sparkling clean and I thought I should have done the tile first, well I’m a guy, what did you expect?

You know, I’m only human, there’s only so much of his fucking around with me I can take before I want to do something about it. I know Marc has figured that out too. I didn’t care who did what, but something big was going down soon. I figured screw it, I like it all, so fuck me now and get that boner of his back to grower state, so we could finish cleaning. (Marc’s gonna hate reading this. He told me to write and don’t sweat it. I ain’t sweating!)

Back on the floor now, there was no talk, no figuring out who, what, where, once I turned to give him my backside, he went for it. Seriously, I like everything we do together. I know we talked about me being a straight guy I guess, with nothing but top experience. It was back on our first trip together, I just let him fuck me. I had no idea of what I was doing and what it was going to feel like. Fortunately, I hooked up with a very compassionate guy, my best friend, he made the first time for me great. Well, maybe he made it good, very good. I liked it a lot! I had no idea that would happen when we left for the lake though. I’m sure I was hoping that something different was going to happen between us that day. I was so happy we were finally getting past all the phony shit we were dealing with for years. 

Sometimes we get to see each other’s face when we fuck, I like looking at his face, I’m trying to study what I see so I can be a better writer. Besides, I just love looking at him anyway. His front is better looking than his back! And there are more toys to play with too! 😛 In the glass brick shower room, we tend to see more back than front though. Marc was pretty quick on the draw today. Good for him, sometimes it’s nice to feel that, young again. Me too you know. He asked me if I wanted to fuck him now too, or after a while. 

Now was the time I wanted him. Like my head was thinking about fucking him while my body was cleaning glass. I guess I can multi-task now! Hahah! Maybe you don’t think of me as this kind of guy, I don’t know. It’s all Marc’s fault, he gets me all horny for him. He’s the one that gave me the courage to be myself. I like me much better now; well I like me with him more. Now I’m talking about stuff with you that I never did before. It’s a little scary and maybe a little sexy for me too. I hope you guys are okay with me talking about this stuff with you. I guess until you tell me to stop, I’ll think it’s okay. I just never wrote down what I thought about before. I read what I wrote and think, who is this guy writing this stuff. I know, it’s “Larry” the guy with big balls now. Maybe I understand Marcus a lot more now since I started writing too.

THINKING ABOUT MORE STUFF

I was thinking about guys out there that might look like me, not just furry parts, but the blonde furry parts. Marc says he has a hard time finding pictures of them to be me in his stories. I’m glad he doesn’t bug me about posing for him though. Marc this is NOT an invitation to do that! Maybe one day after you come out! That will be a while! 😉

Anyway, that made me think about those blonde hairy guys Marc tries to find. I’m sorry guys, they just don’t turn my head around like they do for Marc. For me darker hair, or lighter brown like my buddy Marc has, would get my attention first. If I had a choice, I would have picked that color for myself. That would have made it easier to get lost in the crowd and not stand out like I do. Well I do like that I make Marc happy though! I guess everyone has something that’s turns them on, for me Marc has everything I’ll ever want or need. It’s a strange thing that everything I didn’t like about myself, turns Marc on. It’s taken me a while, but I get it.

Marc says it’s a Yin Yang thing with us, he would say that without explaining what it meant. So I had to ask Google about it. It told me that it was “Two complementary principles of Chinese philosophy: Yin is negative, dark, and feminine, Yang positive, bright, and masculine. Their interaction is thought to maintain the harmony of the universe and to influence everything within it.” Okay, let’s just assume I know what that means now, except that we are two very masculine men. That must make us Yang, so where’s the Yin here? Now I’m sorry I brought it up! 🤔

Anyhow, I’m happy in my body for the first time in my whole fucking life. How could I not be? Everyday I see how I make Marcus act and how much he’s into little old furry me. I don’t know for a fact if it’s all furry blonde men, and I don’t want to know that anyway. The Larry kind of furry better stay his favorite! 😛

Maybe what brought all this up in my mind now was seeing that picture he chose to be me in his last story about me and the pool man Joe. I don’t know if I look that good in a skimpy swimsuit like that guy did. I’m still working on my head about stuff like that. Way back years ago, when it was decided I needed to get out of my board shorts for some real swimwear, don’t think for a minute I bought a skimpy one like you saw in that picture. I found one that almost reached my knees. I could see Marcus was just a little okay with it, but back then I thought he should just be happy I bought something shorter. It was still hard for me not to want to hide myself.

That skimpy thing he calls a real man’s swimsuit, that you saw in the picture, is a lot like the one we recently bought together. Come on you have to know he had a lot to do with it, right? We bought it at a Target or Macy’s, I don’t remember for sure. I know he dragged my ass there to buy a new swimsuit. It was time. I might have dragged my feet on going shopping for years, but somehow, I don’t really mind going, if I’m with him. Weird huh? He’s just fun to hang around with, that’s all I’ve got about that. Anyway, I’m feeling way different about my body this year, thanks to my buddy and some of you guys, like João from Portugal who hammer it home to me all the time. I’m not used to support like that, it really feels good though.

Of course, the swimsuit he picked, he said was hot on me. It’s a lot smaller than what I would have picked out for myself, but I don’t think I’d go for the board shorts ever again, I’m over that. But I’ve been trying really hard to change my old ways, besides, I’m buying it for Marc. Since I’ve been painfully honest so far, I might as well tell you, I don’t think I can hide a boner in that thing. Once I get hard, it’s goes straight up, not to either side. Something is going to poke it’s head out for all to see. I told Marc that when I tried it on and all I got from him was, “I sure hope so!” And he laughed. How could I hate him for that huh? So far it hasn’t happened, yet. What if it happens around Joe? I think I’d rather be naked instead.  I’m not afraid of being naked, so I don’t know why it keeps coming into my head.

That fucking can of worms I opened last week with Joe, has me thinking a lot lately. In a couple of days, it will be Joe’s time here. And what if he took the bait and shows up to catch me in the pool. I could wear that swimsuit again, or I could find my balls and be naked like we are normally. What if he thinks I’m trying to get funny with him? Maybe if Marc is in the pool with me all naked himself, there wont be a problem. But I have a feeling my buddy is going to want to watch how I handle it by myself. He’s probably already thinking it will make a good story for his chapter. Unless I beat him to it! Hahah! 😛 I am trying to lighten up on myself.

I guess all this sounds pretty stupid to you guys, there’s so much more important stuff to worry about in the world. Unless you’re me in this new world with little experience so far. Marc always says we are still pretty green around the gills, and he’s right. But he has been my rock getting through these things, he won’t let me look bad, I’m fairly sure.

My head is still thinking about stuff like this, and all of a sudden, I thought about Marc’s birthday back in the year we "really" got to know each other. He wrote a chapter about it: “CH. 36 RECOVERING FROM BIRTHDAY SEX, THIS IS RECOVERY?” He told you about how I got naked for the first time in front of the wives and him. Well it wasn’t the first time with him, we had been doing that together for a while, but not in front of the wives. I’ll go find what he wrote about that and paste it here. I think I can finally talk about that now. 

FROM MARCUS’S CHAPTER 36

“This is where I’d tell you to close your eyes and open them for the surprise when I tell you. Nope, keep them open, and watch Larry as he shed his clothes along the way to the pool! Let me repeat that for you, in case you missed it, my conservative, non-drunk Babe shed all his clothes, he’s fucking buck naked! No, you say, yes, I say! But he doesn’t just use the steps into the pool, he jogs another 40 feet to the deep end and dives in, with three pair of stunned eyes watching, in total disbelief. Well, I enjoyed every second of it!”

I can be a nasty-ass flirt around Marcus

You know, I could cop-out and say Marc was just horny when he wrote that about me. I could, I won’t though because I did that. And like he credited me for not being drunk too. Maybe I did it because they we all feeling no pain, and I thought they’d forget it. None of that is important, I just spent the most delightful time of my life being with my buddy in a way we never were for years. I was celebrating his birthday and my life turning the corner. A couple of days earlier when I took him out for dinner on a River Boat, he melted my heart with his words. You saw them in his chapter, but I heard them first, they were said to me, and I choked. My life was getting so outrageously good. I put on a show for him, totally forgot our wives were there for that moment. But then I saw them get undressed, whoa! What did I do? And then the only other man there, the one I was showing off to, started his strip walk, and I know that was for me, even though we all watched. Yeah, we cheered him too! Clapped for him like it was a stage act. He tried to make his dick spin around, that ain’t gonna happen for us, but him just trying it was so fucking cool! I think our wives were more into themselves at the time, probably didn’t notice it as much as I did. Maybe it’s a guy thing, straight or gay, just a dick thing if you’ve got one. 

I know I brought this up to show you that I don’t have the penis issue he has but consider that was over a year ago and before I got comfortable about my furriness. I can’t tell you for real why it was so easy to get naked and not just get in the pool. Walking forty feet of cool deck is a long way to be all hairy-assed naked in front of them. Sometimes people do strange things, yet life goes on anyway.

I don’t know if those of you reading my chapter here have actually read his 57th birthday Chapters 35 and 36, you should if you haven’t, they are really good and kinda gives you an idea of me learning to be “Larry” for him. Marc’s birthday is on June 12th, and we just had our first weekend away together back in March, we were still working out who we were at the time. I’m so lucky to have this journal to be able to go back and read how we became the guys we are now. 

THURSDAY JOE’S DAY

I can’t say I had a restful night at all. Nothing to do with Marc, no complaints there. I was thinking about Joe and today is the day for him to service the pool equipment. I put myself out there last week with some big balls talk, and now it’s time to see what happens. Marcus said Joe’s time to be here is 8:00 am and that he is usually on time. That must be true because in the last several weeks that I’ve been staying here, we haven’t seen him at all. Could it be that my ass was still in bed or the shower with you know who?

I have been so happy to sleep in and not be in commute traffic for an hour or so. I’ll fucken hate going back to the old routine one day, Marc has spoiled me rotten. Yay Marc! But today I got up early to see if Joe got here on time, or did he change his routine to maybe join us in the pool later. That will teach me to talk when I’m fucking horny. If Marc heard me say that, he’d say it would be very quiet around here! Haha, of course I could say the same for him too.

I didn’t even get a shower yet; I just came into the kitchen quietly not to wake him up. I’m still like I was in bed, kinda naked and kinda loving it too. I’d never pull this off at home with Ellen. I’d get dressed just to not hear her complaints. Hahah! I’m serious here, she’d think I was off my rocker. Anyway, I thought you’d like to know that for some reason. I made a full pot of coffee; I think we will use it all before work gets its ugly head into my story. I sat on a kitchen chair facing the window to the backyard, I figured I’d see him and decide what I’d do about it then. I thought to myself, what if he comes this afternoon? I could have been still in bed with my buddy all snuggled up or something better. 

I guess I didn’t tell you I hit the kitchen around 7:00 am maybe a bit earlier, just in case he got here early. Well he didn’t and I was sitting sipping my coffee, maybe my second cup and getting drowsy. I kind of jumped a bit when Marc’s hands were on my shoulders rubbing them. He was quiet coming into the kitchen, or I was almost off to sleep for a minute. Marc reacted to my jump and calmed me down with a kiss on the top of my head and an apology for startling me. I faked it and told him I knew he was there; it was his cold fingers that made me jump. Sorry Marc, you didn’t have cold fingers I was probably dozing off some. 

Marc asked me while he was filling his cup if I was up early to watch for Joe. I was tempted to say something smart back to him, but I knew he wasn’t messing with me, just making conversation. I told him, yes, I wanted to see if I had something to deal with in the afternoon. Marc wondered if I was having second thoughts about what I planned on doing if he came later in the day. I told him, of course not! I can be such a fucking liar when needed! Hahah, maybe I was past third thoughts already. I wasn’t fooling him, that’s why I love him so much, we get each other. He changed the subject and it got back to just the two of us for an hour just talking. I’d never know how to write about that, it was an all over the place kind of talk. But it came to an end quickly.

At around 8:45 am here comes Joe setting his toolbox down right in front of the window. While we were sitting down, all we could see was his head as he was squatting down for the pool sample. Part of me was happy and the other part kinda sad. Now I won’t know how I’ll handle him. Marc told me that I should go out and bring him a cup of coffee. I was going to write a “cup of Joe”, something we would say to ourselves, but now that sounds stupid, bring him a cup of himself. Hahah! I got up and poured a mug for him and was headed towards the office deck door.

Maybe some boxers would be better, huh?

“Larry, you think maybe you might look like a hustler right now?” I just said, What? He said look down and I almost spilled the coffee laughing at myself. Have I gotten that comfortable around him that I forgot I was naked? You tell me, I had the coffee in hand and was headed outside. I can’t believe me sometimes! Marc said maybe put on some shorts or if I felt adventurous, just a pair of the silky boxers that I love of his. He also reminded me that the black ones hide a lot more than the white ones do and laughed again. More fucking decisions again! I could just let you guess which I chose to wear, but I’m feeling adventurous as he said. I chose the white boxers, my favorite to see on him. I figured WTF, go for it. Guess who is starting to feel horny.

Fortunately for me, Marc keeps all of his clothes in the office closet and chest of drawers. I took my naked ass and coffee cup into the office and put on just the boxers. No shirt too, I know you’ll be happy I did that, shows how much I’ve changed lately, thanks to all the positive support I’ve been getting.

I greeted Joe as soon as I opened the door, so he’d know I was there. I kind of figured that maybe he might have forgotten my name, so using stuff Marc taught me, I said, “Larry here again, Marc said to bring you a cup of coffee.” I don’t know or care if he forgot my name because he said, “Thank you Larry, I could use a cup this morning.” I bet he’ll remember my name next time now. He was looking at me, but at my eyes, not my body or boxers, that was comfortable for me. We had a nice forgettable conversation until Marc came outside dressed in some dress shorts. I think I glared at him for letting me be the one in see through boxers. And then I remembered, I was given choices by him. I don’t know if he even knew what I was wearing before he came outside to join us. I did remember one important thing about the white boxers, don’t let the sun get behind you or on a side. Both turn the boxers into a shadow box. Facing the sun straight on just is blinding on the white silky cloth. You know, the devil in me wanted to make them nasty looking today. I kind of forgot everything I was told about bright light and have no idea what Joe might have seen through those boxers anyway. 

I listened as Marc was talking to Joe about the pool and what was needed to be done. Joe told him it’s time to tear the filter down and clean it again. That’s not covered in his monthly fee though. Marc asked him when he could do it and, I bet you guessed this, he could do it after his route was over today. Ah hah, Marc got him to come back for me. Do I hit Marc hard after Joe leaves, or thank him big time? Maybe both, definitely, both! Well one thing was accomplished this morning, Joe wasn’t fazed about what I had on, and if he saw anything, he kept it to himself. I liked that about him. But what I liked more was me, I liked me for not acting like a fucking nutcase today. Do you guys have any idea of how that feels? I’ll tell you; it feels fucking great! Now I have two great feelings I had to work so hard to get, being clean and sober, and now free to be me in my own body. Just in case you think I left Marcus out of the count of great feelings, I didn’t. I’m deeply in love with Marcus, that is a way different feeling and I give that to him freely.

Now I need to see what happens this afternoon. Will we be allowed in the pool while he works on the filters, I have no idea. I bet Marc knows. So now I wait to see. Maybe I found out everything I needed to know this morning over coffee with Joe and Marc. I don’t think the naked thing for me is going to be an issue at all. If Marc can handle it with Joe, I can too. Part of me wants to know how I’ll handle being with him if he’s naked though. 

JOE THE FILTER AND US

I’ve been kinda worried, I think that’s what the feeling is in the pit of my stomach. I’m fairly sure I’m not concerned about nudity, if I was afraid, I’d probably not let Joe see me like he did last week. I keep on thinking I don’t have the “grower” penis worry that poor Marc has been dealing with. I don’t think that’s something I ever thought about before anyway. Still don’t until I write about it. I’m more worried that Marc might have a rumor that will spread about us around here. I don’t want him to deal with that. 

Marcus was worrying me today

Marc has been really quiet in the office and he’s been rubbing his head like he has a headache. He’s starting to worry me a little bit, I don’t like seeing him this way. Maybe there’s something going on at work that’s responsible. I’m going to watch him for a while before I interrupt him over maybe nothing a couple of Tylenol could fix. He has a lot on his plate at work right now, he’s told me about it recently. It’s nothing he’d want us to write about in the journal, he told me that too. But it still bothers me seeing him like this.

Right now, he’s back into whatever he’s doing at his desk. I’m still watching him right now and I don’t think he notices me looking. He’s frowning a lot, but that could be a work thing that I won’t be able to help him with. I can’t stand seeing him look like that, so I’m thinking about going over to his desk and do my shoulder rub thing. That seems to make him always better. 

I thought maybe if I could get him to lighten up some, I’d let him know how horny I could become by messing around with his nipples, which we both love a lot. And maybe if I attack his ears with my tongue too, I could get a rise out of him. I could be crushed if he rejects me! 🤣 No worry, I won’t let him crush me, he’s always weak around me, hahah!

The second I had my hands on his shoulders he stopped whatever he was doing and just slouched in his chair to show me he was okay. In my gut I immediately felt better about him. Anyway, I just carried on for a while. I asked him what’s wrong, he said it was nothing, just how the virus was impacting his company and the employees who can’t work from home. My company is no better. But we promised each other to keep work out of the chapters. It still upsets me though. Marc is a guy who gets things done, and things are not normal anymore.

I asked him if he’d like to take a break with me. I guess that was a silly question, huh? Of course, he would, he never refused before. Maybe I just wanted to be sure he was okay, and you know what? I forgot about my own thing totally. I just like being with him and I want to be able to care for him too. I care about Ellen, but it’s different with Marc. He’s the only guy I have in my life, the only one who gave a shit about me. I don’t want to lose that ever. Please, a lot of you guys have told me you care about me or us, and you don’t know how much that means to me. But Marcus is here where I can touch him and help him.

After I got him relaxed and not frowning anymore, I asked Marc if he thought we should kinda go with the plan for Joe. And he told me, “What plan?” Man, is this all in my head? Wow, that’s weird that I made it so real that I thought he knew. Maybe he is just fucking with me. I just asked him, should we be in the pool like we usually are when he gets here later today to clean the filter. Marc didn’t care and said whatever I want would be fine with him. Oh well, it’s back to me again. 

I’m sure we looked like this when we were12! Not now!

I figured it’s time to get this thing outta my head. I told him let’s be out there and naked like always. Marc said that it was probably a good idea and then said let’s get something to drink now. “Hot or cold babe?” I chose cold, and he said that was his choice too. we took a break and went back to work until maybe 4:00 pm I think. And then, with our swim towels left on the deck, we just dove into the pool and swam and waited for Joe.

JOE FINALLY CAME BACK

Joe did eventually get here and said he was ready to take the filter apart. And, we will need to be out of the pool as soon as he turns it back on, it could be unpleasant, we don’t need unpleasant. Marc asked him if he’d like to cool off before tackling the filter. He thanked us but said he was pretty hot and sweaty, not what we’d want in the pool with us. Marc reminded him of the outdoor shower near the equipment if he’d like to shower off. He agreed to do that if we were okay with it. I felt my heart get a little stronger beat, and just smiled at Marc. I figured whatever came out of my mouth would not be worth listening to, so I remained quiet. And Joe comes back into view all wet from the shower and still in his shorts, but no shirt, and then dives in from the deep end. 

Obviously, he had no problem being in the pool with two naked guys but wasn’t in the mood to be naked himself. Marc looked at me and shook his head no, as in don’t say anything to him. So I didn’t. We talked about the heat and how he was doing, and Marc asked him about his family. A subject he was full of words about. He sounds like a great daddy. It was nice hearing someone talk about his kids like that. I felt kinda empty inside though.

I must have rubbed all my fur off this way!

Joe only stayed in the water maybe 10 minutes if that long, and said he better get busy so he could get home for dinner with his family. I was so happy for him. Maybe one day he might think about being free like us in the pool, we’ll see. More important, I totally forgot I was naked, or Marc was too. We just focused on Joe and let him tell us about his kids. I’m really okay with that, I proved to myself there’s nothing to fear. Maybe having Marc at my side helped too.

Joe said he’d tell us when we should get out of the pool, but we could go back in after an hour or so. We had been in the pool for long enough anyway, so we thought about getting out. We used the underwater seat to get out of the pool, it’s the closest to the deck and our towels.  Joe apologized for getting us out of the water early and said we didn’t need to get out yet. Marc said it was time to get out anyway. Funny thing, maybe not, but Joe never left for the filters while we were drying off on the deck, he just stood there and watched us, I didn’t expect that at all. Maybe he liked what he saw. Maybe next time he’ll ditch the shorts, and now I’m wondering why I give a shit about any of this. What happens when there are three naked guys in the pool. I sure as fuck know what happens with two naked guys! Hahah! I guess maybe it did turn me on a little bit getting naked in front of him. I was expecting more anyway. I’m sorry if you guys thought some big orgy was going to happen between all of us. Marc is all the orgy I ever want naked with me in the pool.

We might get out to the coast this week, it’s gonna be freaking hot here and warmer than it’s been there, we’ll soon see. There’s a lot to work out if we go during this virus thing. Maybe just to get out of this fucking heat will be more than fine. After being naked around Joe, I’ve got nothing to prove to myself. Guys, I’m really happy that I can feel like I do now. I never want to go back to the old me! Like I’m the last one to know that, you guys and Marcus all knew I had nothing to worry about. I feel free for the first time in my life, I really do. But I still want to check out what a nude beach is like, at least it will be by the new better me checking it out now. Maybe that will be the subject of the next post if we make it there.

M. Larry

Our journal continues in Chapter 72:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/09/ch-72-marcus-life-can-be-sweet-sometimes.html