CH. 72 Marcus: Life Can Be Sweet Sometimes

Hi guys, it’s back to Marcus time again. I’m so happy you like that Larry is jumping in to help me by posting in-between my posts now. You think you know everything about someone you are living with, but after reading what they have to say, sometimes is an eye-opening experience. Writing has helped me drill down to whom I am, and I’m not the guy I thought I was for years. I’ve known Larry for close to ten years now, and a helluva lot better in the past 17 months. I’ve learned so much about him in his seven chapters now than ever before.

CATCH UP WITH US TIME
You probably know by now that Larry and I have been talking about heading to a nude beach on the California coast, this year. However, there’s been one delaying thing after another around here. There’s the cold coast temperatures, excessive heat inland, and now unhealthy smokey air everywhere coming from all the fires around us. What else can delay us? IDK. Maybe finding out how we handle being naked around others, is not that big of a deal for us anymore. I wouldn’t say we won’t still try though; still sounds awesome to me. But it’s not that we don’t have our own nude beach right here anyway.

And now a brief word or two about Larry and Joe. I believe that Larry has proved beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he had no problem being seen naked in the pool with me. That’s my babe! If you read his most recent chapter about Joe on last Thursday’s return visit, Joe did accept Larry’s invitation to join us in the pool for a swim. However, Joe didn’t bother to ditch his shorts when he dived into the pool with two otherwise very naked guys. That didn’t seem to bother any one of us. Promising, huh? However, this is Larry’s story to cover, you’ll need to read what he has to say next time, I’ve been warned that’s his story! 😛

To fill you in, Joe and I go back as client/friends for so many years now. Hell, he was a much younger guy when he started caring for my pool and equipment. He must be around 40 years old  or more by now, and a stable fixture around here! I hate to think about how many times I’ve been caught naked in the pool by him over the years. It really isn’t a big thing for me anymore; I got over that shit a long time ago. It was just going to happen at times. Anyway, it’s my pool and yard, and my rules. The main rule; naked swimming rules here! Besides, I believe Joe’s way over seeing my naked ass by now, however, as I wrote before, that first time he caught me naked, is only a hilarious memory for me now. I’ve been on the viewing end of Joe’s revealing dick slip haunch squats for years when I was in the pool. I often wondered if that was his way of making up for catching me naked at times. Maybe he’s not even aware it himself, but I’m not going to tell him! 

That meeting between the three of us was easy and natural feeling as it could get between all of us, especially considering that Larry was the new guy there. Even getting out of the pool and toweling off, went without a hitch except for what Larry wrote about Joe’s watching us like he did. That never happened to me before, quiet my brain, this is Larry’s story now.

OLD HABITS DIE HARD UPDATE
Anyhow, Larry has been hammering home to me that my continuous ‘grower’ penis attitude sucks for him, so it’s time to get over it! He’s right, I know that, but old habits die hard. Since we’ve been living together, he’s made it perfectly clear to me that he is the only one I should care about seeing my dick, and he has no problem with my equipment no matter what state it’s in, too! I can only hope I’ll ditch my fears. However, turnabout is also FairPlay here, I may be ‘penis-centric’ but he’s been ‘fur-centric.’ So… he should only care about what I feel about his furriness, right?  That his fur drives me wickedly horny, should count big time for him. I think I’ve made some inroads here for him, too. We are busy fixing each other.

I remember that Larry was the ‘crazy-ass dude’, as far as I was concerned, back on my 57th birthday evening when he stripped in front of all four of us. Obviously, I’d never be the one to start that, even though my own actions over the years suggests I could have. But after his strip show was over, it led to all of us to follow suit, now when the four of us are together for a swim, it’s ‘strip-city’ all around! Larry’s the champ!

Larry has been a big inspiration to me, he’s plowed through so many obstacles over the years, and has won over and over again. However, I’d like to believe that maybe we’re both responsible for fixing each other’s fears. We are helping each other every day we are together. Maybe it’s old news, but that’s us still today.

WHAT’S NEW TODAY? WAKING UP TOGETHER

Larry a bit more reflective this morning.

This morning I woke up to see my buddy lying on his side of the bed propping up his head with both arms up and folded behind it. He was not sleeping like that, just staring at the ceiling fan. I’ve done that sometimes myself when I was lonely. As I turned onto my right side, I greeted him with, “Good morning babe. Sleep okay?” He was slow to respond but came back with, “Kinda, I guess.” Oh, oh I’m thinking what’s going on in that handsome head of his. He seemed melancholy, perhaps he drifted off to someplace in his mind that was troubling to him, I don’t know, but I’ll find out soon.

“Larry, what’s troubling you, and don’t say nothing because I know you to well now.” “Damn, no fucking secrets from you anymore, huh?” And he smiled and chuckled softly. And just ignored me some more. “Hey sweetheart don’t blow me off this way, I can think of better ways!” I figured a little of our horny humor would work, at least I hoped so. I don’t like secrets anymore. That got a laugh and a, “Was that a request?”  Now that’s sounding more like my Babe! “No, not until I know what’s going on under that head of long curly hair of yours. Speaking of which, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with so much hair before.” I knew I had an inroad to his thoughts when he came back with, “Do I remind you of your hippy parents now?” “Well if you had long dark straight hair, maybe.” He apologized for maybe something insensitive in that remark about my long passed-on parents. “No babe, not at all, I know you didn’t mean anything by that. I’d be disappointed if you ignored the opportunity to crack a joke about it anyway.” He was happy that he didn’t upset me, and said he loved me for being me. What a sweetheart, huh?

“So, Babe you’re not off the hook yet. What kind of buddy would I be if you couldn’t share stuff with me, huh?” I could see that I was invading his thoughts maybe a little too much, but I’ll be damned if I let us go back to our old ways again. I think the buddy comment shoved the door ajar to let me wiggle in a bit more. He took his arms back down from behind his head, pushed the sheet covering him away and turned on his left side to face me. He reached out with his right arm and just rested it on my naked hip. I’ve been long out from under the sheets by then myself. There was nothing sexual about that moment, his arm resting on me said he was ready to verbally connect with me. If you were watching us, you’d know that, too.

He didn’t waste a moment of time with his first words. “Marc, what if all this ends tomorrow? It’s been weeks for us now, what if they are done over at my house and want to go back to normal again? What if….?” I stopped him mid ‘what if’, enough wallowing in this stuff, we need to have a plan for this. But more than that, we need to know what we want first. The plan can come next. 

Hands and fingers out of control.

My hands did something automatic next. They reached over to his chest and started to run its fingers through his coarse curly hair, something it’s waited years to do and now enjoys immensely. When I spoke to him, he looked directly into my eyes. I know what he’s doing, he’s checking to see if I’m being honest with him. I told you I know him pretty fucking good now. I had no plan on faking my response with him anyway.  “Babe, I know what I want, what do you want?” “Marc, I don’t know how I can live without you like right now. I have spent many hours in the last few weeks awake just watching your chest rise and fall as you sleep. And then I fall back to sleep knowing you are there, that you’re not just a dream.” “Babe, I’ve done the same thing too. Cool huh?” Larry told me yeah, maybe it was cool, but what if it has to end, that won’t be cool. I could see he was getting upset with the topic, maybe more than me right now. Don’t think I’m not distressed with the notion myself. But one of us needs to be there with warm arms to hold the other one up. I know this must be the big topic today, we can’t bury this any longer, it will fester into a big sore that could go all wrong for us. 

I ran my arm up through his thick curly chest hair on up to his lips and used my fingers to do the ‘shush’ motion on his lips. And then I told him, we will resolve this today into something we both want, I promise. At this point we both shifted closer to each other for a hug and kiss that was gentle and warm. See, I can’t imagine a day without him like this, too. Oh, I wish I had a quick fucking clue how to make this better for him; but I am Marcus, I get things done, and that should be my job! But I have a partner now, it’s not just about Marcus any more it’s about Larry and Marcus now. You’ve seen how he’s changed; I don’t know if that’s like ‘finding his balls?’ I hate saying that about him because his balls were never a problem. Oh, I don’t mean in a sexual way, trust me that is not a problem! I guess it’s more of a way of saying he’s found the inner strength he didn’t know how to access before the two of us started living together. Well, I want him to be my partner in everything, 50/50. The most exciting things in my life lately come from him. I hope that I’ve changed too, and that he thinks the same about me. I worry sometimes that maybe I’m still the old Marcus, and not as exciting to him as he is to me. I don’t know what to change other than retire the “Marcus gets things done,” guy. Well this is not about me, it’s about us.

NOT A WORK DAY JUST AN US DAY

We were able to get to a point in our gut distress this morning that let us leave our bed embrace and head for the showers. You don’t know how much I want to tell you we had the greatest sex in there this morning, how our worlds melted into one enormous orgasm with copious cum from both of us. Yeah, I’d love to tell you that, we’d all get horny and be happy together. Sorry, that would be a lie. I promised you better than that in our journal. Did we have fun in there, you bet your ass we did. Did we help each other with shampoo and soaping up, of course. I had even more fun shampooing my new COVID-19 ‘hippy-like’ buddy’s long curly hair this morning too. When I stretched out his curls while shampooing, it almost reaches his shoulders now. Talk about changing his look. When I met him, I didn’t know he had curly hair with that buzz-cut he usually had going back then. I really loved my time with him this morning. And I like having my hair shampooed by him too. Although, my hair can’t be as much fun as his though. I do worry about tangling up his curly hair though, so I’m really careful. 

Truthfully, I miss the sexual energy we have together normally. I mean, we’ve both have had more sexual activity together in the past several weeks than in our whole lives I bet. Well, I’m only guessing for him, he hasn’t opened up fully that way yet with me. As for me, oh yeah, my dick will be sending me thank you cards soon! Haha! That’s okay though, I don’t think either one of us could put our hearts into great sex this morning. Maybe later, I mean I can hope, right? Shut up Marcus!

Even breakfast was unexciting, coffee and toast with Almond Butter. Maybe you know that Sacramento is the almond capital of the world, we even get almond milk too. I have no idea how a hard nut gives up milk, but then our hard dicks give up… like I said, shut up Marcus! 

We took our coffee mugs outside to my deck this morning and planned on figuring this out today. Just in case you wondered, we weren’t naked, just dressed in our boxers today, the white one for me and black one for him. Oh well, no sexy naked bodies for us to look at this morning. Like we haven’t been naked in bed all night and in the shower, it’s just that the ‘perpetually horny Marcus’ is reacting to seeing him this way. I hope by now, you have figured out that I never have that ‘pesky grower’ problem around him, right? I have the ‘boner too often’ problem. What problem? Do you see a problem here? Haha! At least you know one of us is always horny!

A SERIOUS DISCUSSION NEXT

Yup, that’s my horny dick.

We started out sitting at the small deck table eating our nut-buttered toast and having our coffee, well a lot more than just a cup before we moved over to the cushioned bench. There’s not a lot of ass padding in silky boxers, (or in me too), wooden seats do have a built-in time limit for me. I will painfully confess to you, I’m being an absolute asshole today, as I sat down, I opened the boxer's fly button and adjusted my dick, so it was poking at the fly opening of my boxers. I could feel me growing some and if something starts poking its head out a little bit, maybe it would get lucky later. I’m going to tell you, there’s only so much of the ‘Marcus loves being with Larry thing’ I can hide lately. Man, I’m awful! Well horny little me found out something even better this morning, that those black silky boxers might not be as ‘see through’ as very ‘shape defining’. I couldn’t help that my eyes kept wandering down to check him out; there was nothing about his junk that left anything to the imagination, with the man-spreading way he was sitting! Yay! Maybe not being totally naked can be hot, too. This is definitely not going well for me this morning, focus dam-mit!

Larry started off with, “Sweetbabes, all I want is to live with you now, how can that feel so right? I’m married, married for my whole fucking life, how can I feel this way? Sometimes I get so fucking confused, tell me it’s not just about great sex.”  So, my buddy gets right to the fucking point, okay! Yeah, he knows the questions to ask. I wish I had prepared statements to pull up when needed like we do at work. Whatever comes out of my mouth might be spontaneous, I warn you.

“Babe, now do you understand why I say I’d like to kidnap you and just run away? It’s because of those questions. Let’s just get this worked out today, we must get through this together. Larry, do you really want to be with me all the time?” He was quick with his reply. “Yes, I really want to be with you all the time! I don’t think I can go back to what we were doing for months. Do you really feel the same way as me, too?” And like him, I was prepared with my answer, “Yes, OMG, yes I do. More than anything! I don’t want to spend my days sad and lonely or crying. I will absolutely cry if I lose you, I fucking will!” “Marcus, you being serious?” “Fucking serious babe!” “Me too, fuck Sweetbabes, I’m ready to pack a bag and go anywhere with you.” “Then we have something to work with, you promise me this is true babe?” “Marc what do you want me to do to prove it, I’ll do it for you.” “Babe that’s good enough.”

So, we had our base to work from. We can’t live without each other; that makes everything else easier to deal with. I couldn’t move on without that assurance from him. I won’t chicken-out and now I feel he won’t as well. Then it’s about talking to our wives about our situation. Perhaps you have wondered about them anyway, we’ve been in contact with them often, it just didn’t seem right to put it into the chapters about us at the time. Maybe nows the time though.

Larry said something particularly important next, “Marc we are really committing ourselves to each other, right?” “Babe, as far as I’m concerned, I’ve done that quite a while ago. There’s no one I want more in my life now, than you. I think you know that.” “Yeah, I do, I don’t know why I said that, maybe I’m still a little nervous. Does that mean one day we might talk about getting married?” Talk about out of left field! That needs an answer, and not a flippant one too. “Larry, baby, that’s something I think about a lot now. There are so many guys that write us that are married and happy. I’ve never been as happy as I am with you, even back years ago, when I was simply happy to be best buddies with you. If married makes you happy, married it is.” “I don’t know Marc, that didn’t sound like it would be your choice. Just to please me. I don’t know.” “Babe I didn’t mean it the way sounded at all. Of course, I’d love for you to be my husband, and I want you to have me as your husband too. I want us to live the rest of our lives together. I’m sorry if I made it seem that way, I just want to give you what you desire, I always want that for you.” That got me a big bear hug and kiss, too. So, I guess that makes us engaged? I’d think the last several weeks has said it better though.

We talked for a while about just stuff, nothing earth shaking or memorable, or I’d remember it and put it here for you. But we did get back on track about the wives. That conversation was a lot more of what you’d like to hear about though. I’ve mentioned it in passing, that Lisa and Ellen have a thing going themselves. That so called ‘business conference’ in Santa Barbara and their stay at the luxurious Biltmore Hotel was their ‘Big Sur!’ It took a while, but it came out because they tried to lie about it. I keep telling Larry, lie and you’ll get caught one day. You can always massage the truth into what you want it to be without lying. I guess it’s just a better way of pushing the truth around to what you need. You can blame that on the business world i’m a part of; I learned how to be a pro at that. I’m not proud of that though, just fucking good at it!

As you know, Larry and I have been way more than just Bro’s after the lake trip that started this blog. That new door that opened for us, closed the old door for good. Larry has been very vocal about that door once he stepped through the threshold. I think he purposely slammed the door shut, locked it and destroyed the key. Maybe I haven’t been as dramatic about the door passageway because I had this journal as my outlet. Almost half of my chapters were written before he knew about them. I should be ashamed of myself for not bringing him into my world at the time. But I needed that time with you guys alone. I’m pretty damn sure of that.

Larry and I were not even ‘Larry and Marcus’ yet, just the guys who we really are in life. I wrote that we were greenhorns, which was painfully true, but come on, we were two horny bastards finally having great sex that we weren’t getting from our wives. I wanted to tell the world or anybody, that I was getting the best sex I ever had in my life, and I didn’t have to beg for it too! Where was that mountain top for me to scream at the top of my lungs how much my dick loved what we were doing? This journal was that mountain top and all you guys from around the world got to hear me yell out about this awesome beautiful man I was ultimately going to fall in love with. I didn’t know how to share that with him yet. I hoped he felt that way, too.

Maybe I didn’t trust that what I thought we had together, wasn’t real enough for him to hang onto. And then, there were those long weeks at times between our trysts. There was no question in our minds, a second whole week together had to be planned one day. Ultimately, with a whole week in Big Sur for us in a trailer, changed everything. 

Now to keep my sanity, he had to know about the journal. I am so lucky that he bought into it as he did. I guess those of you following us are lucky too; he could have ended it in a minute. You guys know all this about us, sometimes I write about it just to remember, but a lot of our new readers start with latest chapter and then decide to start from the beginning. That must be a shock reading about the current us and then reading about us back when. But no matter where they start, it’s great getting having them follow us.

I guess you’d like to know what we will do about our wives, huh? We will have them over for a BBQ and swim on the weekend if they are free. They never have turned down free food from us before. I think maybe we’ll make Larry happy with thick Rib Eye Steaks, he’s been wanting them, I’m more than sure of that. Larry on the gas grill is pretty natural thing for him. I’ll drag his ass out to Costco later to get the steaks. I don’t think they have free sample people anymore though because of the virus. That’s okay, he’ll find stuff to put in the basket anyway. I have to watch what he brings home if I want to keep wearing my thin clothes though. I stopped the snacking and my weight went down, funny that it happened that way, huh? 😂 

“Hey babe, you want to go to Costco with me today?”  I just know Ellen would be mad as hell hearing his answer though. Of course, he’ll go with me. Haha, I love this guy. I never got to go grocery shopping with anyone before, just like Ellen. I’d just take my Alexa Shopping List with me and get whatever I needed. Now I get to fart around with my buddy in the stores. Life’s good! Life’s a lot more fun, too! So for now we stopped the talk about the wives, I’ll get back to them after we get back from the store.

Well, my sweet guy had a request from me before we leave the house. The request couldn’t have come at a better time, since today’s subject has been a difficult one. “Sweetbabes, can we restart this day like normal now?” I knew exactly what he meant and wanted. Oh, yes, we can. “Babe, there’s nothing I want more right now. Let’s go back to the bedroom, okay?” That was not a question needing an answer, it got me a powerful forearm around my waist, head on my shoulder, and a slow shuffle to our bedroom. I saw the bed unmade; did we think this was coming later? I just flashed on the situation for a second as we climbed back into bed. “Marc, I love you so much, I really need to feel you right now, is that okay with you?” “Babe when wouldn’t it be? I understand you completely, I’ve been there sometimes.” “I need gentle Marcus now, make me relax and get over this stress I’m feeling, okay.” “Don’t worry sweetheart, I know how to do this pretty good now.”

I told him to just relax on his back and let me help him. Well that was an unnecessary utterance from me, he knows the drill. This is not one of those let’s fuck our brains out, or other regular sexual activities we are known to use. This had to be gentle and sweet and caring. I think that’s normal for us anyway, but not always. We can get carried away lately with each other. Not this morning, he just wants me to make sweet love to him. I lightly ran my hands over his body, but not so as to tickle him. That would not be appreciated I’m sure. 

I know he loves being touched by me. The touching and massages we do for each other is something we never got from our respective wives. Maybe it’s just a guy thing, I don’t care, it’s our thing now. I wonder if you have any idea how many years, I longed to touch him, feel what his fur felt like, plus those furry thighs of his drove me fucking crazy for years after he let me see them. I would categorically label myself as ‘furry leg challenged’ especially next to him. My God, his fur drives my horny-factor off the charts! He will never have to worry about not being touched by me. Once it was okay to touch each other, that’s all I could think about. Well, it’s one of the things I always thought about. 😜 I’m like a kid in wonderland when we are naked together. So, you know, he does get turned on by my smooth skin, almost as much as my hairy chest does for him. Ask me if I like that. Really, you have to ask. 😛

I drifted off topic per usual, anyway, I rarely see his dick like it is right now. I’m so afraid to say as a ‘grower’ which is just as normal for him as for myself. I know how he feels about that word or concept when I use it in the journal. 

As I slowly moved up from his feet with both of my hands rubbing his legs until my face got exactly where it needed to be next. Our low balls can look a lot more impressive when our dicks are playing ‘hide ‘n seek’ with us. I spent some quality time with his beautiful low boys, but I kept my eye on the prize, too. I love the feeling of a growing dick in my warm moist mouth. There was a little twitching starting up and I made a quick move onto my prize. 

I heard more happy moans this morning than normal, and that really gets my dick to twitching, too. I was laying on my stomach, so my knees were not an issue, that did allow my hands to move up and find two tiny nipples to play with. Now his moans got louder and more of what I’m used too. I really have to work on my multitasking deficit though. That nipple play grew some wood below, and I almost missed the fun of feeling his dick take over my mouth. I didn’t miss it totally though. I get such a kick out of that, I’m either weird or some of you might be like that too.

Larry on the receiving end for now!

I finally got my fingers tweaking and tongue lapping under control, only to find myself needing my dick moved either up or down, just pick one Marcus! Poking the mattress is not fun or comfortable. So, I sacrificed my right hand from his nipple to make the adjustment, I chose up not down, that’s where it wanted to go. Now back to him! I’m not going to rush him into cumming at all; I only wonder how long he can take me sucking on his dick. I always wondered what it would be like sucking the dick of someone I really loved. Not just sucking someone’s cock. A dick, the perfect dick of a perfect lover. I found out. There’s nothing in my history on the planet to compare. I did suck a guys cock a long time ago, he pulled out to cum and had to go leaving me all frustrated and then angry. I had two other failed sex attempts to just repeat the frustration. Larry is the only man I’ve sucked to completion and he’s done the same with me. This morning Larry will let me get him off when he’s ready and not a minute before. I know I’ll have my turn sometime today. Do you see the difference between me sucking some guy’s cock off and me sucking Larry’s dick? I was so upset being left out of cumming with that guy, but I only want Larry to cum for me, I don’t care about myself right now. Maybe because I know he won’t leave me hanging today.

I have no idea how much time elapsed from climbing back into bed and getting the love of my life off, but I did get him the release he needed without loosing a drop. Well I did tell you I once wondered what sucking a dick would be like, I never thought I’d be a swallower though. As much as I’d like to say I was the brave one that started that thing between us, it would be a lie. Larry before he was “the journal’s Larry” at our lake trip just up and did it with me, that was a shock. My dick was the first he ever sucked in his life. That was totally unexpected and now I hope I told him I was about to cum at the time. Another thing my dick never felt before that day, was continuous stimulation after I came. Talk about sensitive dick time! Well this morning my sweet babe is going to get sensitive dick time too. However, after a minute of that it’s just heaven time!

Larry taking care of business for me.

I was all set to have my turn later on today, but that wasn’t on his agenda. “Marc, I told you I really need to feel you inside me, if you don’t want to get off, don’t worry. Please, it’s something I really want from you, I need that connection more than anything else right now.” I still have an almost hard dick; it was headed back to you don’t need me status, I guess. That did not escape his attention though, so he told me to just stand by the bed and he’d take care of my situation.

Larry sat up on the edge of the bed as I stood in front of him. He realized maybe that wasn’t the best matchup for us, so he laid on his belly and sucked away until he got me hard again. Trust me, that didn’t take any time at all! He swung around and got back to sitting on the edge of the bed. Next thing I know, I’ve got two of my favorite furry legs resting on my shoulders and my target and other associated toys well within range of my hard dick or hands. My lube was on the night stand within reach. I did not want this to be the least bit uncomfortable for him, so I lubed us up! Maybe a little overzealously lubed up! I never slipped in that easily before, I almost fell in, haha! I should hate writing that it was funny, but it was. Beside, that was my undoing not his.

Larry want to feel me inside him, not a problem.

He wanted to feel me inside him, I made sure I used every inch I was blessed with too! Since I was standing, I had all the control I needed, slow loving strokes, no fuck me hard shit today, no sir! If it weren’t for all the extra lube it would have probably ended much sooner than it did. I kind of cheated too, no thinking about sexy thoughts, I wanted to last as long as I could. As much as he needed the connection of my dick inside him, I needed to be there too. At one point there was all the friction needed to get off. As much as he wanted to feel me inside him, I knew that’s where I had to cum as well. No look at me cumming today, whatever I had to give up was his totally now. I gave him the clue I was ready to cum by bending over and started my deep kissing until I needed to rest my back. I didn’t want him to lose my gift, so I stayed inside as long as I had the ability. Maybe my gift will be absorbed into his body forever, I know sometimes I feel that way when I’m receiving his gift. I don’t know how I learned how to do this, but I got back in bed and part of me was still in him. Today it was about my babe and what he needed from me; I was going to make sure he had everything I could give him. In him was top on his list, it’s going to happen too. We just wrapped our legs together and he helped me stay in. I didn’t feel like I was slipping out but eventually it had to stop. Bad dick! 🤪

NOW IT’S ABOUT THE WIVES

I really don’t think this is going to be difficult, maybe awkward, a little nerve wracking, but we’ll get through it. There’s no question in my mind about those two women next door, they have a two to three-year head start on us. I’ll fucking guarantee they are having the time of their lives next door just like us. I told you that we’ve talked to them a few times, even seen them, but not their restoration next door yet. They want that to be an unveiling for us. Why would they put all this effort into the restoration and just go back to their old lives again. I could be wrong, but I doubt it. I told Larry that I want them to know that we have a solid bond ourselves and are incredibly happy with each other. Extremely happy, but without drawing them diagrams detailing how our parts are the happiest they’ve ever been in their lives! 

“Babe, are you ready to admit to them we have sex with each other? And that we’re not just house sitters. I mean we don’t need to detail our sexual lives, but we shouldn’t make believe there’s nothing is going on with us, too.” “Marc, I really don’t look forward to that, I don’t. That’s so fucking scary. But I can’t believe we are doing anything wrong either. I love you so fucking much, that can’t be wrong, huh? Tell me it’s not just about the sex.” I had to believe this day and these words were coming, I just didn’t know exactly when. I did the best I knew how in my kind of answer for him. “Babe, I love you just as much! But I can’t lie to you, I love our sex life too. I love everything about it. I love every part of you, I love that you have a dick, I love playing with your dick. I love the sex we have with your dick. So, it’s about the sex, too.” I set myself up for this, I realized it was coming before it came. “So, what’s wrong with my balls? I have balls too and I shave them for you too; you got something against my balls?”  Do you see why I love him so much? He found a way to lighten up the situation and give us a chance to laugh for a minute. “Babe you have the most perfect balls in this room, even better than mine. I love your balls; I love playing with your balls!” “Good because it’s a lot of work shaving those fuckers!” 

Bottom line, we are at that point of being tired of hiding. “No babe, it is not wrong; it never has been wrong, we were meant to be together. It’s written in a book someplace, ‘Larry and Marcus’ belong together, their love is pure and right. Besides, we fix each other, you can’t ignore that, right?” 

“Marc, I’m gonna trust you like a big brother, it’s what adoring little brothers do, right?” 🙃 I’m glad he was chuckling through that last remark. I had to tell him he was right, big brothers take care of their little brothers, at least they would in my world. “So, Marc, how should we tell them about us?” “That’s the million-dollar question, babe. We need to talk this out and be on the same page, that’s how. We will agree on how and when, that’s important. I’m sure we both want this more than anything.” “Sweetbabes I don’t know how we could go back to what we had. I don’t want that kind of pain to live in my gut anymore.” “I don’t want us to be like that anymore, too. You weren’t the only one with gut pain, buddy. We’re going to make this fucking work for us, babe. Together, we are strong. Our future is going to be awesome together!” I’m going to believe every word I told him, I don’t want to lose what we have any more than him.

“Marc can we change the subject for a while, I’m kinda maxed out right now!” I laughed and faked that I was about to tickle his relaxed gut as my answer. You should have seen how quickly he moved to get away from that! Aww, I was looking forward to hearing him laughing that way again. It’s such a kid thing, but I love it.

LARRY VERSUS THE CLOSET

Larry actually asked me if I was going to get dressed in my better dress shorts to go to Costco. Haha, if Ellen ever read this journal, specifically the part about shopping or dressing, she’ll never believe it or just shoot him! Tell me I haven’t found a real fun partner in him! Of course, I told him I would. All of my clothes are located in the office closet though. It will be fun to watch him pick out which one of my many shorts hanging in the closet to wear. My personal bet is he’ll put some serious thought into which one, too. Lately I wonder if he’s dressing for me or for his new found body image. Either way, I’m going to love it! I let him be first in my clothes closet, it’s not as wide as our bedroom walk-in closet to let two of us use it together. 

As he stood at the doorway of the closet, I asked him to drop his boxers for me. He did too, I didn’t expect he’d do it without question, though. “Do you want me to go shopping commando?” “Oh, that’s up to you babe, I just want to see that fine ass of yours again.” “Marcus, really? It’s the same fucking ass you’ve seen a zillion times.” “Oh no it’s not!” “Get fucking serious pal, what’s different about it?” “So, you haven’t looked at it in a mirror lately?” “Yeah… hahah! You like my tanned ass now, huh?” “Ahh, let’s see… umm, yeah, I do!” “Sweetbabes, no more blinding white light coming from my backside anymore, huh? I’ve seen what you wrote about me you know.” “Haha, Babe you have no idea how fucking hot you look to me that way!” “Marcus, come on, I know what you like by now. Don’t you think it makes my furry ass stand out even more now?” “And, the problem with that is?” “Marcus, not a damn fucking thing; not as long as it turns you on! So Sweetbabes, commando for both of us?”

Before you think I have Men’s Clothing Store going on in the closet, I don’t. But I do have a resulting closet of Lisa’s clothes purchases for me. She has this certain image of what I should look like in clothes. There was always something new showing up in the mail for me to wear. She does have good taste, mine might not quite be up to her standards. Perhaps you forgot the former me was always sitting around the house in wrinkly cotton boxers that I bought myself; that might have given her the impression she needed to do something about that. Haha. How do you think I got all those sexy silky boxers to wear? I guess if she had to see me in boxers, maybe it should be in sexy ones. It took me only a minute to love those things once I felt them on me. Haha, Larry too!

The Larry I get to see at home

In case it crossed your mind after me getting off topic again, it took him a while before choosing the right shorts that made his tan legs look really hot! (My thoughts on tan legs here.) He chose a light violet grey pair of belted shorts, which looks a lot better on him than ever on me. He has the butt for those shorts. I really do get the biggest kick out of sharing my clothes with him. Larry did bring over many of his own clothes to the guest room closet, but my stuff must be more fun to wear, or maybe it’s just a bonding thing for us. I had to make a concern to him about his choice of shirts to wear though. “Babe, no disrespect here, but why do you always pick out shirts too big for your body?” “I don’t know, maybe I like getting lost in them.” “You’ve got that right; I know you are in there someplace! You do know I have smaller sizes in there too, right?” “You know me, I like to wear big clothes, no disrespect on your stuff, okay?” “None taken. Do me a favor and put on one of my large-sized shirts instead of the 2X you have on now, just so I can see you. Please?” 

He did that for me and because of his physique, it clung revealingly to his pecs but hung free of his smaller belly area. That was so fucking hot for me, I just made him go check himself out in the bathroom mirror. “Babe before you take it off, please go look at yourself in the mirror first. Go ahead, please do yourself a favor and look.” After the trip to the bathroom mirror, I heard this from him. “Marcus, I know what you are thinking, you big horny toad! That shirt makes me look like I’m advertising myself, or worse!” “I hate to admit it, you do I guess, but you could wear it for me anytime. Okay, then try an Extra-Large shirt and check it out. He did and it was acceptable to both of us. At least there was some body giving the shirt some form instead of making him look like a sack of potatoes! After all this time together, I still had no idea of the full extent of his body issues; I’m glad we are working on both of ours together now.

SHOPPING AT COSTCO

I’m such a badass, I’m 99% sure there won’t be any of Larry’s favorite Free Sample Ladies working the tables at Costco because of Covid-19. I don’t want to tell him that, giving him a reason to stay at the house today. I get such a kick out of him tagging along with me, he’s fun to hang with. I’m so used to doing the shopping by myself, I wouldn’t crumble without him. Like I said though, he’s so much fun to be with, and he’s an expensive shopper too, but he picks up half the tab, so why be concerned? 

So, I didn’t tell him, he told me, “Marc, I bet there won’t be any free samples today.” Is there a point when you can’t love a person more than you already do? He’s hanging with me on his own, man, I love him so much! It feels so good knowing someone wants to be with you, especially without some kind of reward, like free samples. We were right, not a sample table at any end aisle anywhere in the place. 

We had a short list of items to purchase there, paper products, and meat. Even with his help on the tab, I wanted to reject buying any beef today! When one rib eye steak now costs what three did not that long ago, I was ready to find something else to eat. But I didn’t, we invested almost $100 bucks on four steaks. However, I think we need to save these for him and pick something else for the wives this coming weekend. We chose Lobster Tails, not much cheaper, but at least the wives will not be looking for a doggie-bag to take home the uneaten portions of the steaks. Larry is the only one of the four of us who can tackle that big of a steak and not be full. Yup, those steaks will be for the two of us some other day. I’m not sorry, too!

We stopped at a grocery store for a few needed items we can’t buy at Costco and then grabbed a deli sandwich on the way back home. Hardly a big shopping day, but I was with my best friend and partner, who looked hot to about anyone who looked his way. The best thing to report here, he didn’t care as he used to, I think he was enjoying being ‘the New and Improved Larry’ out with his best friend and partner, too. 

I’ve loved every version of Larry over the years; however, the homophobic version was the most annoying, but he never used his slurs against me. As the chronicler of Larry and Marcus, I’ve watched it all unfold under my eyes. You guys that have been with us since the beginning, know about it, too. But, the Larry from Covid-19 is the one to beat them all. Maybe it took living together 24/7 for weeks to get where we are today. It may have accelerated the transformation. I hope I have become a better person too. Maybe Larry will write about that one day, hint, hint.

DINNER WITH THE WIVES

Too damn HOT!

I hoped to have the dinner on Sunday evening so it wouldn’t last for hours. And then I looked at the iPhone Weather app and decided this is not going to be a weekend thing! I asked Larry if he could gear up for a late dinner on Friday instead. I’m so fucking sick of the triple digit temperatures that we’ve been having for weeks now. However, a late evening Lobster dinner and swim should be nice. 

Now we need to work on our sensitive topic with them today. I’m having this gut feeling, that this will go pretty smoothly. We’re not asking for anything drastic like a divorce, just a continuance of the status quo for all of us. Besides, it will be a good time to get a check-in on their restoration status.

Every meeting we’ve had with them has been cordial and friendly, I don’t expect that to change. We just need to work on how we communicate the ‘how we love each other stuff’ with them, that’s all, that’s more than enough!

FRIDAY LATE SUPPER AND SWIM

The wives looked good tonight, I know we both miss them, but I can’t get into that right now with you. Hang in there, I’ll find the words one day to use. So, other than that, they brought us a dessert they made and requested the use of one of our refrigerators to keep it cold. I told them there’s more access room in the garage refrigerator. So, the unseen dessert disappeared, I remember the last dessert of theirs that went to that refrigerator was Larry’s birthday Star Wars Light Saber cake in December. That should have warned us they knew what was going on with us.

It’s been a warm day, but I felt the wives wanted food before a cooling dip in the pool. It’s already dark enough out to need special lighting, which was used. Larry lit some candles for us on the covered patio table. We did not turn on the brighter lights, just the LED hanging lights and whatever was coming from the landscape lighting. I think it was too romantic, and I wondered if it was for them or us. I hope it was for us! It could be misinterpreted though. 

We chose seating arrangements like we always have in the past, woman to woman, and man to man. That put me next to Lisa on my right, and he was next to Ellen on his left. And anyone can play footsie and get away with it too! I hope you are not wondering who I played ‘footsie’ with! I played ‘kneesie’ with him too! It wasn’t just one sided!

Our special Lobster Dinner

Our Lobster tail dinner was a big surprise for them and of of course, sweetly welcomed. Larry grilled the lobsters inside to perfection and I created the rest of the meal with Hasselback potatoes and haricots verts, (that’s green beans to Larry and me. At least he tried some, still the consummate veggie hater though.) It’s late in the day and not the time for a heavy meal, especially with swimming on the menu.

The swimming attire still remained the same since my 57th birthday some time ago, nothing much, or nude for them and naked for us. Maybe I should create a third category, 'man-nude' for us with them. I should tell you, ‘naked’ for us comes with ‘stiff boners’; it is what it is! Thankfully tonight we saved the stiff boners for ourselves after they were gone.

I told Larry to just follow my lead with the wives tonight. I thought in the water was where to bring out ‘the topic’. Maybe it would feel safer for all of us. He told me to go for it buddy, he would back me up when necessary. That man is getting better by the minute! The word ‘better’ is not good enough anymore!

As it turned out Larry and Ellen had ‘the topic’ conversation in the shallow end of the pool sitting on the steps. Lisa and I were in the deep end 40 feet away and mostly out of earshot. I will need an update from Larry, but I did overhear a loud “Really?” from him way down our end of the pool. It didn’t sound angry at all, but nothing else was heard. 

I had both of my arms stretched out and resting on the pool’s edge with my legs doing some bicycle treading. Lisa was just treading water and floating near me while we had our ‘the topic’ conversation. In our marriage we don’t beat around the bush, we get it told and deal with it; it’s what we do. So, I really didn’t beat around the bush, I needed to clear the path to the discussion I wanted. So, I asked her how the renovation was going, was she happy with the progress, and how much longer did she expect it to go on. They we both happy, having fun and couldn’t say how much longer, but the fun was certainly more important to them. She asked me if Larry and I were happy living together. And there was no question in my mind what that question meant, so, I told her. “Lisa, Larry and I as you know fix each other. Thanks to you and Ellen to know that before us. We are fixing each other every day. Lisa, I love him more than I ever thought before, we really are good together. For the past several weeks, we’ve learned how much we fix each other.” 

Lisa was not shocked or distressed by that, I believe she expected it sooner or later. She spoke to me with compassion and concern, “Marcus, we’ve known for an awfully long time that you two would end up this way. This is not a shock; it’s actually comforting to know you have his love now. I was so tired of hearing his crap for years; I suspected he had this thing for you but didn’t know how to tell you. Ellen knows, we’ve talked ourselves blue in the face about you guys so much over the last few years. We didn’t know how to bring it up without causing a problem worse than you guys were already facing together.”

“Lisa, tell me honestly that you can accept us as we are.” “Of course, we both do. We can see how you guys have changed, we’re not blind to that.” “So, then are you and Ellen, kind of good together, too?” “If you mean, are we more of a couple than friends, yes of course. We’ve depended upon each other for a few years while you two have been avoiding your problems.” I told her I really didn’t know how to read him, I wanted more than I was getting back, that he was just struggling himself. “Marcus, we both love you guys, we don’t want anything to change right now. You guys are happy together, we are happy together, let’s just see where this goes, okay?” “Lisa, I love you more than you know.” “Marcus, I know that! You guys are quite the team together, look at the wonderful meal you created for us, you always do. I hope you don’t think that care goes unnoticed by us. You two are more lovable than you’ve been in the past. We saw how often you two smile at each other. Tonight, Ellen and I will probably talk Ad nauseam about how cute you two were tonight. You guys are way more fun to be around than you ever were before.” 

“Lisa, I feel I want to kiss you right now; would that be alright with you? I never want to lose you as a dear friend, and if I get an erection, please ignore it, my feelings are all over the place right now.” She laughed at my suggestion, gave me a quick peck on the lips and said she might be tempted to feel how hard it got though. I laughed and found my dick going in the other direction instead, I’m glad she didn’t try to see for herself!

Larry and Ellen kiss

The late-night party ended without a boner for me to worry about. As Lisa was swimming to the pool stairs to get out, I noticed that Larry and Ellen at the other end of the pool, were kissing, more than a peck on the lips that I got too. Looks like tonight maybe went well for them, hopefully us too! 

You must know I’ll get how it really went down between the two of them, but since he’s writing now, maybe he’d like to put it in his own words for you. He better tell me, that kiss was not what I expected.

TONIGHT, AFTER THE SWIM

Larry flashes his boner after our wives left.

We all got wrapped in pool towels and then we both walked our wives out the side yard near Larry’s house. We offered to walk them all the way home, but they felt they could handle the rest of the way, it’s just a few yards anyway. We got another thank you for the dinner, swim, and company. The wives will return the towels after they wash them, that’s pretty typical for them. Now I can’t wait to get to hear what Larry has to say. 

After they were out of sight and earshot, I asked him if he got a boner in the pool tonight with Ellen. I got such a look back from him! Without answering, he asked me if I did, and I told him I asked you first! “No, I did not, not even close! So, what about you?” “I told her to ignore it if I got one.” “You did not! Really, why?” “Haha, yeah I did just in case, I was super charged with our conversation, I have this horny problem, remember? Don’t worry it didn’t happen, not even close. You want to check if I have one now?” 😜  He said, “No, I can see you don’t have one, you know. That flat towel front is a dead giveaway. But I’ll show you mine.” As he opened his towel, my favorite ’pop-up dick toy’ sprang to life and I knew what was coming for me next! I also knew why he had to open the towel, too! No question in my mind about where my love of playing with his dick is going tonight!

So, after he placed his used towel over his shoulder, I wrapped my arm around him, and he did the same with me, as we walked down the side yard to re-enter the house from the family room. I told him my boners are only for him now and would love to head to bed with him instead of cleaning up the kitchen. That was an easy to fulfill request. It was going to be our time now. If there ever was any question left in my mind as to whom I want to share my boners or life with, it’s completely evaporated! I just left a one-on-one up close and completely naked with my wife and nothing showed up downstairs!

All I needed to do was ask Alexa to secure the house and shut off the lights except for the Master Bedroom. I was tired but I bet he had one good fuck left in him and asked if he was up to it. Silly question, besides as I recall I was due to be on the receiving end tonight. I was so looking for that connection with him and the way to finish what I consider a wonderful day.

I will let Larry tell you himself what he and Ellen had to say, but judging how aggressive he was with me tonight, I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you.

Time to close for now. Stay safe guys! 

Marcus

Our journal continues with Larry’s eighth Chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/09/larrys-8th-post-finally-good-enough.html