LARRY'S 9TH It's About Time You know This

 Hi guys, it’s Larry again ahead of schedule, I hope you don’t mind. I’ll fill you in on about Marcus later in this post.

This is ninth time I’ve written for the journal, I thought maybe I could find something you don’t know about me yet. Thanks to Marcus that won’t be easy! Ha hah! There’s nothing I’d want to change about what he’s written. He made me actually like myself, I couldn’t do that without him, and you guys too! I think that’s what I want to talk about this time.

I have the coolest buddy with Marc, maybe I should say the most caring buddy you could imagine. I know Marcus pretty damn good now, he’s not one of those guys to blow smoke up your ass to get want he wants, he’s probably sneakier than that, ha hah! Okay, a little “Larry” humor for you, that’s how I handle stuff that can get emotional for me, I try to get a laugh.

I’ve read his stuff about me, it’s not hard to see the love and caring he took to bring out some good stuff he found in me. How do I know that? There’s all the stuff he thankfully ignored or just didn’t want you to know about. Let’s go with that, okay? Just in case you haven’t caught up with me fully, I love being “Larry” for my buddy. I’m going to try and let you know more about that if you care to read about me as him.

One of our longtime followers here for our story, not just some hot sex, is Graham. He and Marcus go way back to the early days of the journal. Recently he and I have been writing each other too. Graham is one cool dude; I really like talking to him. Graham is a little older than Marc which makes me happy to know. Marcus needs older guys as roll models and let him know his sex life doesn’t just stop at sixty. Don’t worry, “Larry” will keep that dick of his busy way past 60! 😃

Anyway, in Graham’s last letter to me he thought it would be fantastic to read the story of our first trip together from my point of view in the blog. What was going on in my mind on that trip? I’ve already wrote some stuff on that trip, so I’ll try not to repeat stuff. I thought Graham had a great idea for a chapter though. I hope I can keep it to just one chapter too. I’m ready to go back in a time where I wasn’t “Larry” yet, just “me,” and that version of “me” is nothing like the “Larry” you know today. I guess you can say that about Marcus too.

LETS GET SOMETHING CLEAR FIRST
I’m sorry guys, I’ve got to stop here and tell you something important first. The guy who went to the lake cabin with Marcus was me, but not the “Larry” me; he wasn’t even created yet. Marcus said never lie to you guys, or don’t write anything at all, so why can’t I tell you my real name, if I want to? I’m not ashamed to tell you about my love for Marcus as the real me at all. I’m ready!

It’s been fucking weird being two guys all the time, “Larry” for you and then “me” the other guy. You know everything about me as his “Larry.” Marcus stripped me down until I was totally naked for you; you’ve read everything he wanted you to know about me except for protecting my real name. I’m through hiding shit, even my name. My wife knows I love Marcus now, I think it’s time to move on.

Marc said I could do this when I was ready, today I’m fucking ready, so here goes. My real name is “Mark,” not with a “C” like you know who, but with a “K”. When you saw him use the “Markie” name our wive’s sometimes said, that’s what they called me for real, not for Marcus. He has a “special” name too, but he hates it! I’m not going to tell you his real first name, he can do it when he’s ready. Can you imagine the blog being called “Mark loves Marc”? That would be so confusing. You’d be looking for a “C” or a “K” to see who was talking! Maybe it’s not such a big fucking deal after all, but man, I’m glad that’s out there now. Since I’m being so fucking truthful with you, I only think my real last name is Janssen. I was put into a protective home when I was very young. I don’t know if I was given a new last name or if it’s the one, I was born with. It’s too late to care, I’ve been Mark Janssen forever, and now I’m M. “Larry” Janssen.

But I really want you to think of me as Larry, without the quotes. Larry is the guy I always was meant to be, Marcus found him and introduced him to me. As it pains me to do this, I still need to be “Mark” for a while longer telling my story though.

PROLOGUE
I guess by now you know that Marcus and I weren’t doing much together, during the last couple of years before the March 2019 trip to the lake cabin. “Mark” is going to take the blame for the relationship falling apart. I’ve read enough, talked enough with Marcus now on what happened to us. But all four of us did go out together sometimes, even if it was just a light dinner, and then there was a cruise our wives wanted to take to the Caribbean that didn’t do much to change the two of us. Don’t think we were fighting or anything like that, we could still joke around and make our wives tell us to stop or go outside. But we stopped going for coffee or take my cruiser out to the Sacramento River. Well to be fair we don’t go out on the River after the colder Fall anyway. It’s still sad for me to think about that time now.

I’m going to cut straight to our first trip together. It came with a huge secret I kept hidden from him for several years. He turned me on so much I wanted to have some kind of physical relationship with him, I guess to put it bluntly, I wanted to see what sex would be like with him. I didn’t care what kind it was; I wanted a connection, but I didn’t have the guts to tell him. That’s been eating at me for almost eight years, a fucking lifetime of waiting. Oh, I had some of the best right-hand sex ever for several years thanks to fantasizing about him. But it never died down, in the last couple of years before the trip I probably jerked-off even more. He was a great silent partner! (Sarcasm) I never got one stinking fucking clue that he thought of me the way I thought of him. I couldn’t take it being around him any longer, it was getting worse and I didn’t trust me any longer. One day it was just going take over me and I’d do something stupid to chase him away forever. At least I had him in my horny imagination, it’s all I had, and it’s what worked for years. I wonder if that’s what it was like for him and his wife Lisa, just settle for a hand job.

I think you needed to know that about “Mark.” Marcus wouldn’t have known about that at all when he wrote his short story chapters. Or if he did, he never let on that he did. Anyway, one day, a few weeks before the trip, Marc texted me about out going for coffee with him, he had something he wanted to tell me. You know I wanted to go so bad, but what if he was going to just break off our long-time buddy friendship with me over coffee. I guess that’s better than over just a text message. That was the worst/best day ever until we went out for coffee. Well he didn’t break off our friendship, he acted like nothing was ever wrong in the past couple of years. Maybe everything was only in my head, I don’t give a shit right now. Marc is telling me a story and I need to tell my brain to shut the fuck up and listen already!

MARCUS’S DREAM STORY
While Marcus was telling me his dream over our coffee, my stomach was doing flip flops, it was still trying to get over not losing him over my secret. I found out later here in the journal that there were some sexy parts to the dream too, but he was afraid to scare me away about them. Little did he know, huh? I hope you know that whether as “Mark” or “Larry,” I’m no stranger to being a horny fucker! 

The big question Marcus had in mind for me was if I’d like to get away with him, just like in the dream; just the two of us, no wives this time. A weekend getaway. I couldn’t say yes fast enough, I think my dick was dripping pre-cum throughout the meeting in the coffeehouse. Marc says I can’t lie to you, it’s a good bet it was dripping; let’s say it should have been, okay I’m guessing here. Man, lying is easier!

The next three weeks we worked on making it happen, well the wives did more work than us. Marc said he thought they couldn’t wait to get rid of us for the weekend. Knowing what we do now, I can see why we kept getting help from them to get away on trips. Ha hah!  I bet you know now my spirits were through the roof. Not that I truly expected sex from him, the fantasy he put into my head made my dick very happy for three waiting weeks! Anyway, I’m going to be with him all alone, no wives telling us what to do; just the two of us alone together for the first time in several years, well, ever! 

Man, I was giddy happy, and I had a hard time keeping that to myself. I’m quite sure I drove Ellen crazy talking about the trip non-stop. How could I not? There was the promise of time to spend with my best friend and buddy going fishing and hiking, maybe boating if that was possible. I hope you don’t think I let anyone, including Marcus know about my sexual fantasy. I didn’t expect it would happen anyway, but it sure made my boners show up a lot thinking about it!

I remember the morning we were to leave; I don’t think I slept very well the night before. My head fantasy kinda wore out my dick, okay it got a lot of hand action; maybe the tissue box on the bed table emptied more than usual too. I couldn’t wait to get up and get going. Anyway, I headed to get my shower, maybe a lot earlier than needed for the trip. I do remember my dick getting spared any more action in the shower though. Ha hah! I couldn’t get it up anyway! See I can tell the truth, even if it kills the stud thing for me. You don’t think that’s an age thing, do you? Nah, I remember what comes the next year and a half.

It’s kinda hard telling the story from “Mark’s” side without repeating some stuff Marcus wrote about, so be hang in there. Marcus told you that we’ve exchanged house keys long ago as a safety thing or vacation check thing, so I did have his house key to get in and get him going. I was early, I know it very well after I was told by him and read about it too. I just couldn’t wait to get away with him. Marcus wrote that maybe I came to catch him naked getting out of bed or something. No, I already imagined enough of that all night long anyway. Maybe that was Marc’s fantasy about me when he wrote it. That sounds like him though now.

Anyway, Marcus didn’t make me wait long but asked me to do some stuff while he got dressed. Anything, anything at all to take my mind of waiting any longer to get going was fine with me. I already had my truck outside in his driveway. I bet we were over an hour earlier than we planned, but there’s this long ass drive we needed to take to get there. 

After some actual quiet time on the road, Marc was right we were still reacting to how tired we might have been, sipping coffee was good enough. But that doesn’t mean my head fantasy was asleep, no fucking way. I was still seeing us having guy fun. Hey, I know you are expecting some horny shit here. Hang in there, it’s coming. Remember, at this time in our lives we’ve been only straight with each other. I mean we never even talked about sex that much other than how much Marc wasn’t getting any. I never told him the truth about me yet. My fantasy fun was just hanging with my best friend, and we didn’t have to go home for a couple of days too. I was going to be good with that too.

Oh, I want to be so honest (hornier) with you, but it’s “Mark” who needs to tell this story, not “Larry.” The story would be so different from “Larry’s” point of view, Marcus’s ass wouldn’t have gotten past the cabin door before we were at it big time. Ha hah, don’t think that Marcus would hate my version of the story! 😂

Okay back to the timeline again. We decided at one point that breakfast was going to be needed, and I’m sure one of us will need a pee stop too. I knew there was a Black Bear Diner coming up soon because Ellen and I have eaten there before. Marcus was with me on eating there so the diner was going to be our first stop. I like diner food, and I like that place too. We both had a good size breakfast and actually started to talk about the weekend finally. Nothing sexual, sorry. But we hoped there was a boat in good condition available and I knew it would only be a row boat, no outboard or inboard boats there. Rowing actually sounded like fun, but just sitting and talking in a boat again with him was going to be more fun. “Mark” was not thinking about pushing for sex with him. I don’t want to screw up our getting together again. I can’t guarantee you that I wasn’t going to enjoy beating off privately thinking about him though. I’m not going to fuck anything up. 

Okay, I know you guys know how this turns out, but Graham did ask me to tell the story from my perspective. And I’m trying. Somehow, we didn’t rush the time we were having in the diner, the coffee was great, not as good as Marc’s Jamaican Blue Mountain Estate Coffee, but what coffee would be anyway? But we had to leave the diner if this weekend at the lake cabin was ever gonna happen today.

Before I get to Marc’s brave act in my truck, I gotta tell ya, that breakfast was filling, and I can put on the feed bag and go for it. I was ready for a belt loosening if I had a belt, I had a top button that would do the trick though. I waited to see if Marc was going to do that, as far as I was concerned, if it’s gonna happen, Marc’s going to need to do it first, this trip. “Mark” is not fucking up anything, even opening his pants top. I know that’s silly; we’ve done that a lot over the years when we were together after a big meal. The wives knew that and let it slide in the house or patio but gave us the “don’t you dare do that in a restaurant, period!”  Our work-around for future meals was to wear shirts not tucked in our pants. I think we both got to be experts of opening the top button and never getting caught. Except for us, we had that secret look between us that said, “go for it, ha hah, I did already!” Sometimes we are smarter than them. Maybe they are letting us believe that though! I give up!

Okay, okay this is what I think happened, I’ve read that first chapter a lot now, it’s going to be hard keeping Marcus’s words out of here. I mean he nailed it pretty good I think, I’m just going to try and tell you what it looked like from my side of the truck. I think the first thing he did was open the top button and told me to do the same. Man, I don’t have a gut, but I think whatever I did have was hanging over the top of my jeans. That button almost popped off getting it opened. My best buddy didn’t look like he does now back then. That soft belly of his I loved seeing on him was pretty big after that meal, but you know he wasn’t wearing tight jeans like me though. I learned later he was about 240 pounds back then, he had it all around his middle. I think he looked great; I do like big guys. If you are kinda big, you’ve got a buddy in me! Big guys don’t get enough credit for being cool! I like all types of guys. Anyhow, I thought he was just him giving his belly more room. I’m going to stop talking about his weight now because he wasn’t happy being overweight. I absolutely get it now. He’s still a hot guy to me, anyway he looks!

I guess you get the idea, huh?

We went top buttonless for a while taking the pressure off our gut. But then my eye caught him messing around with his jeans again, it looked like he unzipped them. I’ve got good vision, especially side vision, so I could see he was up to something only Marcus could do. Believe me, whatever it was, it never occurred to me it would go where he took it! I think I kinda suspected he’d be going commando, I was. That’s one of the things we told each other about a long time ago, and learned we both sleep naked, because we sweat a lot at night. I don’t know why you have to know that, but I told you anyway.

Marcus just reached in and pulled out his dick and then his balls! Yeah, the dick that I imagined looking a zillion different ways, except for what was now laying there in full view for me. You probably already know that as “Mark”, I never saw Marcus totally naked before. The funny thing when I was fantasizing about Marcus all naked, he had a different kind of dick each time; long, short, thick, thin, fat. I had more fucking fun imagining what it looked like than you might think about me doing. However, he was never uncut though, I only know about cut dicks, like mine.

I told you once before in one of my chapters, that he was getting hard until it was a real boner. I got two new things to see in one minute; I got to see my buddy’s dick and then his boner, both for the first time ever. That was so scary and so fun at the same time! I could feel my gut twitching; what does he expect from me now? Am I supposed to do that too? The only stall I had in me, was to make a joke about what he did. I’m driving and my great side vision is having the time of its life right now! Sometimes I’d look over and back on the road. It was like, I’m mapping out his dick and balls for a permanent picture in my memory for future jackoffs. I can’t believe that was going on for either of us. But you don’t hear me complaining, right?

Here’s a question for you. Have you ever gotten into a place in your head like you were in this long, long tunnel and all you could see was what showed up in the very end of the tunnel? And any sound in your head at the time drowns out everything else. Maybe it was just me. I know he said something to me, but I didn’t hear it, so I asked him “What?” He told me something about not leaving him the only guy with his junk out in the truck. Okay, this is a freaky Marcus, nothing like the guy I’ve known for several years, that’s for sure!

Remember, it’s “Mark” in the drivers seat, not “Larry.” I think I really wanted to join him, we never did shit like that before, and he looked like he was having way too much fun, I just knew it. But why is this happening now? He never gave me a fucking clue he might want something like this from me before. I was so confused and turned on at the same time, just look at my dick. Okay, just imagine my dick!

You know, I can’t for sure tell you why I did what he asked me to do, but I did it without another thought. Well, until my dick was out of jeans, and then old “paranoid Mark” thought, maybe that was a test, a trap to see if he has to worry about me at the lake. I was back in that tunnel place again. But then all I can remember was the laughter getting louder between us, a lot of nervous laughter. And that weird thing my gut was doing, you know the twitching stuff, it stopped. I couldn’t have been calmer, well a laughing fool kind of calm though. 

There was nothing more important going on in my head now other than, where the fuck did this version of Marcus come from? That this is not happening right now, it just a really real looking fantasy. I’m going to look over at his crotch and there will be nothing but pants with a top button opened. Yeah, that was the thought, but there sits my best buddy stroking a hard dick, right there in front of me too. Damn, now what do I do? I think my little dick brain took over “fuck it” do whatever feels good. I never before took my dick out of my pants while driving, let alone jack it too. Screw it, Marcus had to be super horny now the way he was rubbing that dick of his. I can’t believe I’m really seeing him with a boner doing that. I’ll tell you another thing or two I was thinking, I liked that he trusted me, and I won’t mind if I see more of that this trip. Man, that’s something “Mark” would never admit before then. 

You must be guessing that me as “Larry” can’t keep out of “Mark” trying to tell this story for you. You’d be right. I am struggling keeping these two versions of me from getting mixed up. Remember “Mark” is the conservative one with issues, “Larry” is Marcus’s version of what a really cool “Mark” could be with help. Notice I didn’t commit “Larry” as liberal; it’s going to take time for “Mark” to trust liberals. Okay, that’s as political as I’m getting for you. Okay, only one more bipartisan thing, just look at the two of us, Democrats and Republicans can coexist in the same house! Even love each other too. Hey since you know us as naked lovers, you can also know we don’t always think alike on everything. I can’t believe how divided we are, plus all the hate I see on TV, that’s so unproductive and stupid. Oh, oh I said I wouldn’t say anything more, and I did. I’m not sorry, try love and respect, spread it around, it really works!

I better stop acting like Marcus by getting sidetracked, so back to our exposed junk in my truck. As strange as that was, we really didn’t push it and try to cum. Maybe that was something neither one of us were ready to witness yet. Now the act of us cumming entered my head for the first time ever! Oh yeah, after the heart pounding changes in our behavior settled down, I thought his junk looked a lot like mine! That might be kinda cool, one more thing we could share about ourselves, I guess. Just to ourselves too!

You know, there was a stream of stuff that flew though my head for the balance of the ride up to the lake. Eventually my dick got tired of being hard; I think it got bored with me, because I wasn’t being serious with it. Well, Marc’s dick shrunk away too. Did I think that was a problem for him? No, why would I? My own dick wasn’t acting any different. I’m telling you guys, just having our junk on display like that was more than enough for us to deal with that morning. I can only imagine what Marcus might be thinking about me now; hell, I don’t know what I think about me now too!

I’ve been thinking about that trip a lot now that I’m writing my side of it, I don’t want to talk to Marc about it, he doesn’t know what old “Mark” was thinking, just what he was doing with him. I’ve been thinking about everything I can, that was almost two years ago. And it wasn’t with the real “Larry,” not yet. But “Mark” was getting an education in horny really fast! I glad it was with my buddy Marcus too!

GOING TO THE LAKE CABIN

(I wrote some stuff about this trip in my first post to the blog. I’m trying to look at it more like “Mark” did not as “Larry” would.)

You know, that was a long-ass drive, tiring too, especially the narrow road to the cabin. But it was a mind-bending ride, I don’t remember a single word said between us about having our junk airing out in my truck, let alone all the stroking of our hard dicks we were doing. We laughed a lot, maybe that’s all the words we needed. Let’s face it guys, that hour created the us you know today. If we didn’t survive it, you wouldn’t be reading this. (If that sounds like something Marcus would come up with. Yeah it kinda does, look who’s writing this, the guy who’s with Marcus 24/7. Ya think he’s rubbing off on me? You bet your fucking ass he is, and it couldn’t make me happier too!)

I wondered afterwards if any truckers saw us that way, my truck is higher than most, but 18-wheelers are higher than us. Well I didn’t hear any truck horns blasted at us. At one point we put our junk away before the cabin road. I know why I did, my balls were having an argument with my pants zipper! Probably the same for Marcus I guess, or maybe seeing me do that he just followed me. But the big but I thought about on the cabin road, what’s gonna happen here this weekend. I didn’t know what but I’m hoping something better than just seeing each other stroke our hard dicks. I know you guys know everything from Marcus already but I’m getting there too. I’m pretty sure I’m still talking for “Mark,” not Larry.

I liked that lumpy bed a lot more every day!

The first thing I scoped out inside the cabin was the beds, where are the twin beds? No, just a single bed, not even a queen-sized one too. Just a bed a little bigger than a fucking twin. Rustic as all hell though, a log bed, but small, we are big guys, I don’t mean like really wide, okay we are bulky guys, maybe that’s a better description. I put it out of my head, if Marc wants the bed, I can sleep on the floor. I’ve done it before. Everything else looked cool and there was this updated shower stall, two could use it because it had a shower head on both ends. I wondered if Marcus expected me to shower with him. The kitchen was big enough to make food, but that’s about it. And I loved it had a wood potbelly stove. I can make a fire, I’m good at that. I can show off my small-fire skills to Marcus too. The living space had two chairs near the potbelly stove, that’s it! A great guy cabin, except just one bed, small too! I don’t know how two of us will ever sleep in that bed. 

There was a little part of me that kinda wondered what it would be like sleeping next to him though. I sleep naked and I know he said he does too. Do I have wear something to bed if we share it? What if he just jumps in bed all naked, should I do that too? This was big stuff for “Mark” back then. It was really kinda cool seeing Marcus playing the nutcase today, and it didn’t freak me out seeing his junk or even rubbing it like he did. Okay, like “WE” did. I figured just let Marcus guide me through whatever he wants to do. I always trust him no matter how off the wall he can be. I trust him period!

(Come on guys, you have to know that none of the above are Larry’s concerns. But he didn’t go to the lake cabin, “Mark” did. Well Larry’s prototype did make an appearance there eventually. “Mark” can really suck at this stuff at times!)

Outside the cabin had everything I ever could want, a fire ring, those chairs they call Adirondack, (like I knew how to spell that word. The first time auto correct was worth the grief it gives you!) And there was a row boat that came with the cabin. Even though it was standing against the log cabin, there were more leaves and whatever creepy crawlers inside it too. I had a broom in the bed of my truck that I used to clean it up. Yeah there were spiders, too fucking many in the leaves. I hate fucking spiders! I wouldn’t use the inside broom and then bring it back inside and bring the fucking spiders inside too. Now I’m wondering how many spiders are hiding inside ready to bite my hairy ass at night! I didn’t see any inside. They must have a good cleaning service because the cabin inside was super-clean.

THE FIRST HIKE WE TOOK

I talked about some of this in my first post already, so I’ll try not to bore you. I knew about Marc’s “bucket list” naked hike in the woods thing he’s had for a long time. I didn’t have one like that though. I said I trusted him, I wanted to make this weekend special for both of us. Screw my hang ups, all I’m going to think about is my buddy, my best fucking buddy in the world. (That’s a funny thing to say, I never fucked him or has he fucked me, but he’s my best fucking buddy. Man, being a writer is strange, you think about everything you say now.)

After we stowed everything inside the cabin that we brought with us. I think it was Marcus that suggested going on a hike because it was so nice outside. If he didn’t suggest it, then it was me. Like I said before, I was going to hike naked no matter what, that was Marc’s bucket thing not mine, I don’t even have a bucket thing, but I wanted him to do it with a buddy. I went to the far side of the bed, the left side facing from the foot of the bed. I never looked up at him on the other side. I started stripping, like that was a lot of clothes, jeans, and shirt! Ta da, all naked except for my socks and the shoes I had to take off first. I put my shoes back on and ta da, naked hiking ready! I looked over to him and he was all naked too! Well, I kinda expected it anyway. We both laughed and pointed at our naked limp dicks and laughed again. Was he laughing at my limp dick or because we were both had limp dicks? Who gives a shit! We’re headed out on a naked hike together, first time in my life too! (Not going to be “Larry’s” last too!)

Marcus grabbed a couple of walking sticks leaning against the house, asked me to chose the one I wanted. I took the shorter one of the two. And we headed out to where the trail was located. I was starting to have the greatest time with him, we even got a glimpse of the lake through the trees and realized how close the cabin was to it. I had no idea how much I was going to like walking naked like that, and then I thought about meeting up with other hikers. I know what “Larry” would think and do now, but “Mark” was another story. I could hide behind Marcus, he’s wider. Oh shit, Marc’s gonna hate I wrote that here. But I thought it back then. I’m laughing right now because “Larry” thinks that’s hilarious. I never had a problem with wider Marcus anyway, I love big guys, more to love! Anyhow, I couldn’t do that now with the much less wide Marcus of today.

One thing I noticed pretty quick; I wasn’t getting bit by flying insects! Once long before I knew Marcus, I was sunning myself naked in the backyard of my old house. And a mosquito bit the head of my penis, I killed that SOB, but not before it took a big bite out of my dick. Nothing worse than an itchy dick head for days. Another thing I remember clearly, was seeing Marcus for the first time all naked with that bouncing up and down dick of his on the trail. I think that was the real birth of “Larry” right there on the trail. Could this day get any better?

Larry would do this for real!

Marcus did write about this, but it’s funny, so I’ll write about it too. I kept walking faster to get ahead of Marcus and then I’d turn around and watch him catch up to me. I had no idea that “Mark” would be that kind of guy, I hope I wasn’t too creepy. I’ve seen Marcus in shorts and without a shirt before, but never total naked with a bouncing dick and swinging balls. I’m sorry guys, that was such a big turn on for “Mark” at the time. Be kind to me, we’ve been buddies for almost eight years back then, and I never saw him once naked like then! Probably my fault too. Anyway, I did that several times too. I’m surprised he didn’t clobber me. See, now you know what “Mark” would do; “Larry” would go back to him, enjoying the view all the way and drag him by his dick for being a slowpoke. I would too! I can’t believe I was ever boring “Mark”!

THE REAL “MARK” EXPOSÉ 

What a great find. A lot like us!

There was this thing that happened on that trip that doesn’t match what you’d expect from the two of us, but not Larry though. I’m trying to separate “Mark” from Larry even though they’re both me. “Mark” was kinda forward at times too, he’s been wanting something from Marcus for years. Nothing against Marcus, that’s his normal thing anyway. I really expected him to be the leader and “Mark” the follower. It was like that in my truck, right? “Mark” would probably die of fright before he’d whip out his dick like Marcus did. Then I thought if there’s gonna be some kind of sex between us, he’d be starting it, if I don’t like it, I can blame him, kinda jerky even for “Mark”.

Well, something did snap in my head back then.  It was like Marcus was having way too much fun, while “Mark” was weighing out everything little fucking thing before making a move. That somehow needed to stop. I’ve secretly loved Marcus and how he ran his life for so many years. I wanted to be just like him, and I wanted to have just as much freedom and fun as him too. “Mark” was on autopilot now; it was time finally; fucking “Larry” was being born minute by every fucking minute!

Guys, if you could have been there with us, you’d see I was really having such a great time hiking with Marcus. We didn’t always talk, but we’d look at each other and smile a lot. Sometimes we walked really close together, sometimes single file, it depended upon the trail. I even let Marcus get out in front of me a couple of times, maybe he’d like to look back at me like I was doing with him. Nope, I guess he wasn’t that interested. At least I got to check out his backside; you know, he has a pretty sexy ass on him! Who the fuck is this “Mark?” He’d never say something like that out loud; that must be “Larry” sticking his nose in again! (Having fun with the two me’s yet? It’s probably going to get worse too!)

There was something very dangerous going on in my head at every bounce of his dick and every swing of his low-hanging balls, I got hornier by the fucking minute. There’s nothing in my history to help me here. Marcus had turned me on lots of times at home in my head, while my right hand was busy on my dick. Oh, I have a history of that big time! But this is live and in living color, birds are chirping, leaves are rustling, and a gentle breeze is tickling my furry ass hair. I’m going to fucking explode just watching him in the real flesh and blood. I don’t know what’s going on in his head right now, and somehow, I crossed over the red line, whatever is in his head is in his head. My head wants to do stuff I never done before, but I know it’s going to be okay, it’s my fucking buddy Marcus I want to do it with. He’s been smiling at me like he’s happy being here with me, it’s going to be okay. I think that was “future Larry” saying that because he knows the future. Ooooh, a psychic “Markie”!

DANGER MARK JANSSEN DANGER

I needed to stop and rest, not from hiking but from my head trying to figure out everything that might happen on this trip. I noticed a flat rock on the trail, I’m sure it was put there so hikers could rest for a while. I suggested we stop and rest. Marcus was okay with that. Instead of sitting ass first, I straddled the flat rock with a leg on either side, I don’t know why, I just did. Marcus decided to sit ass first and super close to me. Like there was enough room to sit for both of us with space between too, but he chose to sit close. And then he leaned on me like my chest and belly was his pillow. I put my arm around to hold him. And he was messing around with my leg hair. That was the first time we ever touched each other like that. You know what? I liked it. No question he did too. His body was touching my junk no problem, I liked that too.

We stayed that way for a while, beyond any needed rest. What we needed was what we were getting. A real physical connection. Touching for the first time. Oh, he was really big into my furry body, it almost freaked me out. I wanted that more than anything, he was telling me without words he liked me like I am. I longed for someone to touch me, make me feel comfortable in my own body. Oh, I was getting that big time from him. If he were repulsed by me, I couldn’t take that, not from him. No worries there, he was really into that with me. Man, it fucking melted me. He really is into me. I wanted to do something for him really special. Whatever that was going to be, I’d figure it out before we left on Sunday. 

I learned horny real fast!

He got up to get back on the hike and I did too, but I knew immediately what my special thing was going to be. And this was “Mark” doing it not Larry. I’d been super fascinated with his low boys, smooth hairless, swinging, and just fucking turning me on all the time hiking. Trust me on this guys, I didn’t know what came over me next, but I needed some balls time with him. Like I’ve never even fantasized about balls before. Well, I can’t say that anymore! There was no way we were going to leave that flat rock before I got to his balls!

I actually pulled him close to me by his low boys, that’s not hard to do for either one of us, unless it’s very cold. Marcus seemed to know what I wanted to do, even though we’ve never done anything like this before, and he let me do it. It’s a good bet my dick got rock hard and pointed to the sky! I don’t know for sure I was so into those big balls of his. I told you autopilot was working for me. Ya think if I was gonna put something in my mouth there’s a nice dick hanging there, nope his balls caught my attention and that’s what I wanted to suck on. I had to touch that silky smooth ball sack of his, and his balls fascinated my imagination to no end. If we were dressed it might be a little sweaty down, there; we’re naked and warm air dried. Those balls were headed for my mouth. I can say for a fact, never have I ever, said or thought about doing that before! The only thing I ever fantasized about is going to have a turn soon enough! Now I don’t know who said that “Mark or Larry”!

At one point I realized I wanted more, I never sucked a dick before, guess what I want to do now. But not here. I want to do that tonight, I really, really do. I know he’s going to let me do it too. He’s having a good time with me with his balls.

I had to tell Marcus we needed to get back to the cabin before it got dark in the woods. I got brave and told him I want to finish what I started with him tonight. He answered with a kiss, not a peck on the cheek, I’m talking about lips and a little tongue that horny toad. Oh, tonight is going to be interesting. Mark is going to get lucky. I loved our walk back to the cabin. We were not the same two guys who set out on their first naked hike. We are all grown up, well…. Not all yet. 😜

AT THE FIRE RING 

I guess you know it’s hard to improve on Marcus’s writing, I don’t want to do that, but if I can remember something that he didn’t write about, I’m gonna go for it. Just so you know, I’m not changing his stuff.

That first night after we ate, and as I re-read his second post, it was bone-chilling cold outside. I guess all that lake water cools the air down. We did get our clothes back on to stay warm. Trust me I can built a great fire, and I did! But it only warms what’s facing it, backsides be damned, I guess. But that’s not what I want to add here. You have to forgive me; stuff just pops into my brain when I’m writing now. I’ll try not to bore you. 

Anyway, I knew without words I was going to get something back from my ball sucking routine with Marc on the hike. Besides, even if he didn’t, I had major plans myself. I liked what we did on the trail, I liked everything we did! And “Mark” was going to make up for several years of hiding shit tonight! But Marcus had plans too. He asked me to come over to where he was sitting, like real close, closer! He unzipped my jeans and reached in for my dick. Hey, “Mark’s” fine with this! Whatever was coming, I’m going to like it! I was so ready (horny) for whatever he had in mind.

Somehow Marcus knows more!

If I told you I never had my dick in a mouth before, who’d believe me? I’ve been married forever, we had oral sex before. But not with someone who really likes dicks! Ha hah! I’m sorry Marcus if this offends you. There was Ellen on my dick and there was Marcus on my dick, it wasn’t hard to tell who like that more! Then there’s “Mark”, the nervous greenhorn with his dick in love with what’s going on down there. I had no moves, no idea what to do or touch. I just closed my eyes, forgot about the cold, but the fire was warming my ass anyway. I did know that my best friend was doing something that was probably going to change me forever, I just knew it. You should know that I can be proud about how long I can last during sex. Yeah, well toss that info out! I didn’t last too long at all. I didn’t know do I tell him I’m gonna cum, sure that would be nice, I guess. That is if I had the time to do that. I didn’t have the time. I bet I was a kid the last time I came that fast!

I think Marcus for some reason knew himself I might be cumming, he just sucked me in like he had a vacuum mouth. And, I remember his hands had a hold on my ass cheeks too, I was going nowhere for a while. FUCK! I don’t think I stopped cumming for a long time. Maybe TMI here, but there was no evidence I ever came, I’m sure I did though, just feel my heart pounding. I’ll tell you what went through my head the best I can. One, I fucking love this man for making me feel this way. And two, I really want to try that with him, I want to know what that feels like on the other side. You know something else; this was the first time I’m glad there’s only a small bed to sleep on. “Mark” will be all over him tonight! I am going to learn all kinds of shit about myself and him tonight!

 

As much as I love the out-of-doors shit, especially with Marc, I’m ready for inside fun now. My beautiful fire is still warming hands and butts for us. Marcus suggested maybe we could head inside, that “Mark” the fire builder could practice his skills on the potbelly stove inside too. I looked at the fire and told him we can’t leave it like this, even in the fire ring, this place is a forest! Marcus said maybe we should just piss it out. Well that sounds like guy fun, except I have this hard-on boner that hasn’t relaxed yet; besides, I’d be pissing on my face the way it’s pointing right now. Marcus said, “Mark, you can aim that dick of yours, come on help me piss it out.” (Maybe you saw Marcus call me “Mark”, what else would he call me, that was my name back then! There’s no blog or Larry yet.) Well after all the pleading my dick was more flexible and we both pissed it out. And if this was a contest, I won it! He was done pissing long before me! No wonder he needed my help! Ha hah! Thanks to me we didn’t need buckets of water too. I think Marcus said it someplace first, pissing a fire out can really stink! I couldn’t wait for the last drops to leave my dick so I could go inside. (I think I added something to his story without changing it too much, huh?)

BACK INSIDE THE CABIN

This was my second fire in the potbelly stove today, I helped take the chill out of the cabin when we first got there with a tiny fire. I like started these fires; I hope that doesn’t mean anything! Ha hah! No really, I’m really good at that! Just my kind of humor guys. 

Not a pretty potbelly, but worked!

We could have just sat on the hard log chairs with cushions, but that bed was calling out to me, “Mark come to bed, you’ll like it in here!” Well it lied, it’s a good thing I had Marcus to take my mind off the lumps! I don’t think Marcus wrote much about the bed, maybe I missed it or forgot. I’m not going back and reading a bunch of chapters right now. I’ll tell you about it from my memory.

Today was the best day of my life I think; I don’t want to think, I know it was. My best friend doesn’t hate me, probably never did! And I got to share in a bucket list dream he had about hiking naked. Not my dream, but that was really fun. And my dick or balls didn’t get a bug bite too! That’s a big plus. And then I got to see the whole Marcus package, even the bouncing dick part. All that was cool, but what was cooler, was me, “Mark.” “Mark” didn’t care one little bit about being naked in front of him. Why was I hiding from him? I’m not anymore that’s for fucking sure!

Maybe not quite like me, truth sucks!

I should say that there was no distracting things there for us, at least we had running water, electricity, and a hot water heater that we will discover later. And we have each other, in a whole new way. We had the fire going in the potbelly, and a small bed table lamp on. Pretty romantic if that was what we wanted. I watched Marcus undress before I did anything else, and I think he wanted me to do that for him too. When he was naked, he climbed into the bed on top of the covers so I could get a great view of him. I started to undress and did it slowly, I wanted to tease him, maybe it was just for me, but he seemed to like it. When I had nothing left on, it was time to get in bed in a weird way for me. I climbed in on my knees first and just stayed put for a minute looking at him while he was focused on you know where. Why do you think I got in that way? I broke the mood by swinging my low boys and started laughing and he did too. I don’t know if that was sexy, but it’s what I did. And then he said come over here and hug me. 

Well guys, that was the first of many laying down hugs to come for us. It will the one I’ll never forget though. I know you are expecting a lot of mushy stuff right now, let’s wait for that, okay. Because that was memorable for something else. It was the first time my balls got poked badly by that flag pole of his! It was the first time I found out that as much as we were alike, we did have differences too. I swear someday I’m going to find a way to poke his balls with my dick, so he knows what it feels like! Ha hah! I’m sorry guys, you know my need for a good laugh. Oh, we’ve learned how to work around that now. Personally, I don’t know why his dick stops halfway to where mine goes, any more than why mine doesn’t stop until it hits my belly with a slap. I really don’t care; I hope you know that. Actually, his is sexier to look at, you can miss I had a boner really easy. His just sticks out there threatening damage like a lance! Ask my balls for a reference! Okay enough dick humor.

WE MAY NOT HAVE REMEMBERED STUFF THE SAME WAY

(I wrote this next section and then went back to read Marcus’s third chapter once again and it’s not in sync with mine. I think I have mine the way it was, I guess it’s not that important anyway if we are off a little. I remember being very tired at the end of the first day, it was a big day for us. Marcus said he wrote his short story chapters in the weeks after we came back, so much time could affect his memory.)

When I was kneeling on my side of the bed, I was soaking in something I fantasized about for so many years. And here I was finally with him, no fantasy. Man, he looked so good to me laying there, I could eat him up! Marcus was heavier back then for reasons I’m not so proud of. He had this belly going on that he called a “dad bod,” I call it sexy as all fuck! I’m the furry guy between us, but he’s no slouch in the hairy chest and belly department. I know you think I hate my furry body; from everything he’s written about me. I really don’t hate that at all, I just don’t like feeling embarrassed by it. I love my hairy chest and belly as much as I love Marcus’s. I was envious of his smooth skin everywhere else though.

I moved down the bed after we broke from the bear hug. I was headed to experience what Marcus did earlier with me. I was not going to sleep until I did. If I can be today’s Larry here for a minute, I love sucking the life out of my buddy, and I love starting with a limp dick too. There’s nothing like the feeling of getting him hard in my mouth. Well, “Mark’s” first time ever having Marcus’s dick in his mouth was with his rock-hard poker! As time passed since the lake trip, “Larry” has had the privilege of enjoying a variety of Marcus’s dick sizes.

I started licking it like a popsicle only a lot warmer. I stuck my tongue in his slit because it seemed like fun to me. And I sucked on the big head of his dick for a long time too. Marcus was making all kinds of sounds that I could never spell for you, and you should have heard him once I decided to see how much dick I could get in my mouth. 

At first, I was scared I’d gag and do something nasty after gagging. I took my time. That’s a lot of dick to take in, but slowly I found the right position to be in and I relaxed and the next thing I noticed was how close his pubic hair was to my lips. I did it, I fucking did it! I could take him all the way in. Okay guys, you know we’re not that big right? But six inches, is a lot of dick. (Yes, we have measured ourselves properly, from the top side. We even checked girth too. No clear winner with us, we’re both the same fucking size.) Okay more humor, come on guys, writing this is giving me a giant boner you must know!

“Mark” got into the rhythm quickly

I never sucked a dick before other than in fantasy, you should know that about me, but that’s not going to stop me tonight. Once I got a rhythm going my buddy is going to know what I felt like tonight outside. And I don’t know what to expect, but he’s going to cum just like he made me cum. Man he can last a long time! Good! More time for me to lick and suck on his dick! Eventually, I did something right I guess because he was about to come. He told me so, I guess you’re supposed to tell if you think you’ll be cumming. (I kinda missed that point earlier with him on me.) I was committed now I want to try everything like he did with me. 

I finally got Marcus to cum for me, and I had no issue when he came in my mouth too. I had no idea what that would be like, so I went for it and I’d deal with it later if necessary. Maybe it’s an age thing, but I think he got done cumming much quicker than me. I remember thinking I didn’t want to stop cumming on my turn, finally my dick paid attention to me! Ha hah! I know one thing from this day forward, we’re going to be doing this for a long time to come! I don’t know what I like better, giving or getting. Maybe both will always be the rule between us.

I think the shower sex Marcus wrote about was in the morning. I do remember being wiped out from doing stuff together that only happened in fantasy sex over the years. I wanted to wrap myself around his body and fall asleep with him. Poor Marcus, I not only sucked the cum out of him but the remaining life too. Ha hah, he was drifting off to sleep looking very contented. I bet that was the best blow job he’s ever had; I know mine was. Maybe you need to be a guy to give a great blow job!

With my buddy sleeping so peacefully, I felt good about myself. I did that for him, I got him so relaxed after sex he’s softly snoring. I’m tired but I have a mission, I want to cuddle up with him and run my fingers through his belly hair but remember the smooth balls I had enjoyed today, a little body adjustment and my hand found it easy to cup his balls and now limp dick. That’s how I wanted to fall asleep that first night. I did too. I don’t have a fucking clue for how long I was able to do that, but I did wake up enough to find Marcus covering my naked body with a blanket since the potbelly stove ran out of fuel. I felt so protected there with him. It was late and Marc turned off the bed table light, and it got so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. I remember Marc snuggling up to me and playing copy cat with me. I bet he was not sleeping when I did that to him myself. I won’t ever forget the first night I slept with Marcus. That’s why I think my version is correct. That shower scene was a morning thing with super rested buddy’s.

If you would like for me to write some more about that trip, let me know. Maybe that shower scene I think I'm right about? I probably have a few memories left in me yet to share with you! Yeah, just a few that got me over not being with Marcus every day after that weekend! Talk to the hand please! (The right hand. Ha Hah!)

MARCUS UPDATE FOR OCTOBER

Marc got notified this week that his right knee is back on the hospital's schedule for replacement. He’d get another call from his Orthopedic Surgeon’s P.A. with more info. Marc’s super busy right now getting things in order and arranging for his replacement at work until he feels good enough to return to work. (Maybe he can retire a decade early! Hey, I can dream, right? Ha hah!)

I’m excited for him but I’ve read lots of stuff about these operations and preparing myself to do everything I can to help him. However, I read this can be a long recovery for him and it’s not without some pain. I’m going to do everything I can for him; if I have to wipe his ass I will. I remember how much I appreciated what he did for me years ago on my hospital stay with a burst appendix. I knew that one day I could repay him for how he stuck with me and made me want to get better. They didn’t give me very good odds recovering, Marcus said we’d be laughing at them for years and I was going to make it with his help. Now it’s my turn; I know I’m good enough now, I'm more than fucking good! Maybe you can tell now that it's getting real, I'm a little emotional about what he has to go through. I told him millions go through this without a hitch, we'll do the same. I'm going to tell myself that every night as I fall asleep next to him.

Anyway, Marc asked me to write another chapter or maybe a few for him. I hope you don’t mind seeing me more often. You must know Marc will be writing notes about everything for us. Now he has to teach me how to upload the chapter posts. I’ll be super careful not to delete anything! 

(Marc let me go through his pictures to find some horny stuff to add to my chapter too. I even uploaded this and didn't break anything! I'm getting good at this shit! I didn’t have too many comma errors, but semicolon errors will make up for that. And it changed some of my words sometimes, I guess I’m not fancy enough for the grammar checker!)

Please talk to me guys, let me know what you'd like me to write about while Marc is recovering, it might be a while before he's up for it. IDK, maybe he’ll have time to write something for you before his operation. I don 't know the exact date yet myself. I'm not looking forward to what he will be going through, but I want to be there for everything he needs and wants. Anyway, let's all hope this goes through without a hitch for him. I will give you updates anyway, maybe short ones, but I know some of you care about him a lot! Me too!

I love you guys so much for accepting me in this blog, I really mean that. Keep Marcus in your thoughts, okay?

Larry (for real not fucking “Mark”)

Our journal continues with Larry’s tenth Chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/10/larrys-10th-post-wow-hes-big.html