LARRY'S 10th POST: WOW, HE'S BIG!

Hi guys, guess who again! Not a real question. I’m still jumping in for Marcus, his head is swimming in too much stuff right now, poor guy. Well he has me to pick up the slack for him now. That is not a problem for me, I love being able to help him anyway I can. He’s okay don’t worry, it’s mostly about work and getting his right knee replaced this week, if COVID doesn’t spike here again.

I hope I didn’t confuse you too much the last time when I told you my real name. If I did, I’m sorry. You can always write me if necessary. I might be referring to old “Mark” again this time, he’s not gone yet.

Some of you guys thought maybe I was a little too hard on myself as “Mark.” I don’t hate that I was him, because I found Marcus and became his best friend. But I’m not proud of how I hid my true feelings from him. Sometimes I cringe when I think of the things, I’ve said that I never meant. There’s no excuse.

I’m very happy to be Larry for everyone now, well except for our wives, I guess you can figure that one out for yourselves. After our trip together, there was no question we were going to find every opportunity to get together for sex. There was a lot of sneaking around that I found exciting. Later on, I asked Marc to call me Larry when we were together, that guy was free and proud to be horny for Marc.

NOW FOR SOMETHING TOTALLY DIFFERENT
I have this new problem now, and I’m going to tell you guys first.  Marc will read it when you do too. I don’t need to give him anything else to deal with than he already has now. It’s his knee surgery, it’s been on my mind for a very long time, but now that it’s getting close for real, it’s all I think about lately. I don’t think he’ll do badly at all; I’ll use his quote about me for him, “He’s strong like bull!” I love I can say that about him instead of always seeing it about me!

My problem is about his surgery at our Kaiser Hospital, right now they won’t allow visitors because of COVID-19; damn fucken disease! I can’t imagine just dropping him off at the hospital and then wait for a call to pick him up in a few days! That’s so fucked up! I know all three of us will take him to the hospital, but just to drop him off. That’s just not right! I know his wife Lisa will be the one they expect to be there for him, I get that. I don’t like that, but I get it. Our wives know how close we are now, and no one will think a hug and little kiss on the cheek would be too weird. However, I’d want more than that now, and more than just a kiss on the cheek too. I guess we could get all that done at home before we left for the hospital. That’ll be an all-nighter session for us! As it better be! 😛

I owe him big time on this. It’s been years since I almost bit the dust because of my burst appendix. We were just realizing what “best friends” meant at that time. Marcus visited me every day I was in the hospital and a lot of that time I guess I just dozed off on him. But when I did wake up again, I saw him there and he had his hand on top of mine. I loved he did that. I remember him smiling and saying something nice to hear. I don’t remember exactly what, but it was comforting at the time. I didn’t know how he managed to find so much time to be with me, but every day he was there, sometimes at night too. He had become the brother I always wished I had; you know the fantasy one who cared more about you than himself. I never wanted him to stop touching my hand; I wasn’t so scared anymore when he did. I knew the doctors were being real with me; they didn’t sugar coat my condition at all, it was a “we’ll see how this goes” thing.

My best new buddy was always saying we’ll get through this together brother. And for some reason I believed him more than the doctors. I wasn’t going to quit on me, not when I finally got the brother I always wanted, no fucking way! 

You know, my burst appendix was something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, but the hospital food would be something I could wish away! The only person that would get me to eat was “you know who!” Oh, that sucked, where was the steak! And that mushy shit! They said if I didn’t eat and poop, I couldn’t go home, and they might need to feed me through a tube. Okay I’m not a kid, I know they are just trying to scare me. 

Well I brought that old stuff up because I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I want to be next to Marcus’s bedside when he wakes up from surgery, not at home worrying, waiting for a fucking call that might not come since I’m not Lisa. I need to be there, I need to hold his hand as he wakes up, I want him to see me first. I arranged to take work time off for him, I’m going to be with him until they kick me out of the fucking hospital. But, because of the virus, I can’t do any of that. I’m so upset, and I need to do something about it. I might have found my balls over the months after the lake trip, but that’s not helping me right now at all.

I guess Marcus could wait until the virus thing backs off some and they let loved ones into the hospital. But his knees are hurting him a lot and he can only get one knee done at a time. How many more Cortisone shots will be allowed before they say no more, get the knee replaced! Waiting will only make me feel good, not him. That’s selfish of me I guess, but I remember how scared I was with the burst appendix. What if he gets lonely or can’t handle the pain all by himself. I want him to see me there, I’d get his ice chips when he needed them or walk him to the toilet, or just hold his hand. I want to do everything for him, I really do!

I can’t imagine waking up from surgery and no one being there. And then I remember those poor people with COVID-19 scared to death and some dying without a loved one with them. This is too much even to write about right now. I’m sorry, I hope you get me on this, I want to fucking scream right now!

MARCUS AND ME TO MAKE A DECISION SOON

Marc and I talked a little about me not being allowed to visit him in the hospital. I didn’t want him to decide based on my wants. Maybe he won’t need me there, maybe I need me to be there. I certainly will be here for him that was our first plan before the COVID-19 thing anyway. We did a test run to see if I could work here and stay with him too. That was easy, we had hours and hours to be us without work. I don’t know how we got our wives to let us get away with that, well, maybe I do know. 

Marc said he understood my position and said he couldn’t love me more because of it. And that having me by his side sounded perfect. But he should only be in the hospital for a couple of days and then he’d be home for me to care for him. I told I knew, but every time I woke up that week in the hospital he was there, and I felt safe and loved. When he wasn’t there, I’d be concerned that something was wrong. Well, that was a strange time for me. Maybe I’m putting too much into this operation, thousands of people go through this and are better for it. And then he has to do it again for his left knee. Well he can count on me; I’ll always be here for him.

ME AND JOE THE POOL MAN

The morning temperatures have been getting cooler lately, not that it seemed to affect the heat later in the afternoon though. At night in bed, even if it gets fucking cold, I could still sweat, so I sleep naked no matter what. Fortunately for me, Marcus is the same so no need to be concerned.

Anyhow, moving around the house early in the morning when it’s cold can have a chilling effect south of the belt line; do I need to be more specific? Marcus suggested that I use some of his silky PJ bottoms if I was too cold walking around naked. He had several in his dresser drawer to pick from. I never used PJ’s that I can remember. In fact, anything silky for men never crossed my mind in my life, UNTIL, he had me use his silky boxers. I fucking love those things! Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it yourself, okay? Anyway, it really was a junk shrinking long walk from the bedroom wing of the house to the office wing to find something to wear. You know for a guy who deals with mostly low hangers, having them fight my dick to climb back into my body sucks! I hate that! Well, Marcus looked through the drawer until he found one with a smaller waist size for me to try on. I guess he hasn’t organized that drawer like his closet yet. Don’t go there, Larry! I should be grateful he has my size in anything I’d like to wear! It’s like living in Macy’s Men Store without going shopping with the wife! 😛

It’s a good thing Marcus shares the “junk heading for a warm place thing” like me, no embarrassment ever in this household! Man, we really were meant to be together, huh? I slipped on the dark red pair he picked out for me and hardly knew I was wearing anything until I walked around a bit, and then what was still left of my shrunken dick, rubbed up against it and I think I was headed for “bonerville!” Now I don’t know what I like better the boxers or the PJ bottoms. I asked Marc where he kept the tops, that might feel good too. He said, “what tops?” He never wears tops, only Lisa wears tops. I guess I could have figured that out for myself.

We headed back to the kitchen for our breakfast after partially dressing. You know, my dick couldn’t hide its condition from Marc. He just laughed at me and told me, eventually my dick will get used to it and settle back down, and then he said. “Come on let’s get something to eat.” Don’t you guys go there! We’re hungry not horny, yet! 😂

I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed the concept of eating breakfast like I do now with him. We keep it light most mornings; there’s not a lot of exercise in our lives right now, except for our short walks. I don’t want Marc to worry about gaining weight. Besides, I’d be a bad example for him, the way I can pack in the food. 

After a breakfast of some cold cereal, Whole Grain of course, OJ, plus coffee, we headed to the office to start our work day. We clean up after ourselves, that’s my thing; I can’t stand cleaning stuff that gets stuck hard from sitting dirty in the sink. Marcus is like me too; don’t think I’m complaining.

MORE RANDOM STUFF I WANT YOU TO KNOW

Before I get to talking about Joe, I want to tell you something I know for a fact. A certain friend of ours would love to see Joe be part of a threesome with us. He’s even written a fantasy piece about that on his blog that we follow. This is the link to one of John’s fantasy stories about us with Joe.

https://johnandjeff2020.blogspot.com/2019/11/joe-pool-boy-alternative-ending-as.html 

Yeah, I don’t think that’s my plan, but it was a hot story. I have all the dick I can handle at one time! 😛 But that’s not what I’m thinking about now. It’s more about me and how I want to make some changes.

If you know Marcus like I think some of you do, then you must know he’d be the first guy to strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. I have some first-hand knowledge of that too. I guess you’ve heard that I love to be with Marc out of the house now too. Yeah, that’s fucking shopping too. At least he’s not a big nag like my wife Ellen. Maybe you could tell now why I didn’t go shopping with her if I could get out of it. Anyway, pick any fucking line waiting to check out and Marcus is talking to somebody he never met before. For “old Mark,” that’s terrifying, I’m tired of that describing me, I want to learn how to be like Marcus now. I can do it; I know I can, but I need practice. I don’t have a lot of people to practice on. Joe is my new friend and I think he really likes talking to me too. I want to try what I’ve been thinking about with him. I hope I don’t blow a friendship for Marcus over this though.

ME AND MY NEW FRIEND JOE

We were on our “coffee break” time, (I know working from home is already a break). It’s Joe’s Pool day this week and he hasn’t shown up yet. He’ll come eventually, but he never calls Marc that he’ll be late, as far as I know. I guess there’s no reason to call, he knows the new code to get through the backyard gate and doesn’t need us to get his work done. My plan today needs me as Larry, not the old Mark. I did bring it up with Marcus too. I told him a little white lie, well really the truth I massaged a little. See I’m learning. 😉

I told Marc that I had something I was trying to work out in my mind for my next posting and I was going to work outside on the deck for a while. He asked if I’d like him to join me. I told him no, he’d be a big fucking distraction for me. Maybe I could have picked better words to use. Because he said, “Thanks a lot buddy, I’m sorry if I’m such a “big fucking distraction” for you!” I told him to “bite me!” And laughed. “You are a big distraction; I’d want to suck your dick instead of write. Does that clear up my distraction for you?” And laughed again. He told me I could do that first before going outside if I wanted. Again, I laughed and shook my head NO, and went into the office to pick up my iPad and head outside. You know, I really could have done that. Oh well, too late now.

It was one of our rare blue-sky days, the wine country’s “Glass Fire” smoke does give us a break once in a while. And it was warm, another day to push 100° according my iPhone’s weather app. I still have these really nice silky PJ bottoms on and I’m thinking what if they tear on something on the deck. I’d feel bad about that. I take them off and leave them on the back of my desk chair and then take a towel out to sit on. If you think Marcus missed any part of my ditching the PJ’s, he didn’t; I’d be pissed if he did, ha hah! He just repeated his idea of joining me out there. Now I’m starting to feel really bad, of course I’d want him out there with me; normally! That would screw up my plan though. So, I lied; no, I need to be alone to work this out. I hope to tell you how close I came to canceling my plan, I can’t say no to him! But I did! 😜 I hope I’m not going to be sorry later.

I don’t know if what I plan on doing will make sense to you, I hope it does. I love being the bold, “bring it on,” Larry for Marcus; now I want to do it for me. My plan today is to do something to test that with Joe. And, by myself too, I don’t want Marcus to back me up; I’ve got to do this without help. I’m serious about changing my old habits, at least try. 

There’s one really nice thing about Joe that he shares with Marcus, they never have made me feel self-conscious. That’s probably why I’m feeling brave enough to do this today. You know, I’ve been shirtless and a couple of times naked in the pool with Marcus when Joe was here. He’s been cool about that, like it’s no big thing. That makes what I want to do so much easier for me. Please believe me when I tell you that I’m really so much better about what people might think about me now. That’s thanks to Marcus for working on my old head years before he started working on my dick! Ha hah! 😜 That’s true too!

Marcus and I really do part company on dick size worry though; I really don’t care what Joe thinks about my dick. If he has a problem with it, it’s his problem, not mine! Yeah, exactly the point I’ve been trying to get across to poor Marcus too. He’s getting much better, I think. Anyway, as I ramble along, I just need to prove something to myself, and Joe’s the only guy I have to try it out on. Poor guy! 😂

I bet you’re thinking it’s about his uncut, tiny dick-hole thing, right? (I bet that’s doesn’t make any sense at all if you never read any of my stuff before this chapter.) That would have been my guess, maybe it will be a part of it, but no, that’s not what’s in my mind at all. Well that’s a fucking lie! Let’s say it’s not part of my plan. No, my plan deals with something very basic and has been on my mind for a while.

I want to feel Joe out on Marcus and me together all the time. (I bet you didn’t see that coming!) Like what does he think when he sees me here every week or when I’m in the pool or yard naked with Marcus. Well today if he comes here in an hour or so he’ll definitely catch me on the office deck naked and using my iPad. I’m probably gonna confuse the fuck out of you next, this is “old Mark’s” idea. Really, if I’m gonna be Larry for real all the time, Mark has to be okay with it. I hope that makes sense to you.

I figured; I’ll ask him to sit down while I bring him a cup of coffee. I’ll just get up and go get it and not get dressed or as Mark would say, “get decent.” I’m fucking serious about this, I’m gonna do it! (I hope!) And I’m gonna sit down with him and talk as if I were not fucking naked. I know it sounds like I’m just testing my ability to be naked without guilt, yeah, I probably am. That’s okay, I guess. Well now you know what was in my head while I was waiting to see if he was going come before the afternoon.

JOE’S HERE AND MY PLAN GOES INTO ACTION

I stayed out and wrote a lot of what you’ve read so far, and thought, he’s not coming this morning, I better go in and work for real. If he does come, it will be later today. But it wasn’t later, I heard the squeaky gate open. I doubt it’s Lisa, they haven’t come over at all like that, they’d use the front door if they came at all and then call us too. I bet they’re afraid of catching us doing something they don’t want to see. Anyway, I got back on my iPad like I was just a minute ago and acted like I’m surprised he’s here. He said, “Hi Larry”, he knows me good enough now and never said boo about my lack of clothes. He had a mask on, I didn’t though. That was bad advanced planning on my part, I guess.

You gotta love me guys, because I put my iPad down on the small table, stood up and faced him the way I was. (I somehow picked up Marc’s habit of pulling on his dick once he got up; solves the relaxed short dick thing pretty damn quick.) I asked him to come join me for a cup of coffee on the deck. I didn’t wait for him to excuse himself off my request. I took my empty cup inside with me and grabbed one for him too. I walked right past Marcus at his desk and told him Joe was here and I’m getting his coffee. I also told him to let me talk to him before he came outside if he planned on doing that. I got some kind of response back; he was busy and kinda ignored me. Good maybe I’ll get what I’m looking for today.

Joe was sitting at the table with his toolbox at his feet. I came back out the way I went inside, naked as a jaybird. Still no reaction from Joe, he’s as comfortable as can be waiting on his coffee with me. I sat down and asked him how his day was going. Since he was a couple of hours late, I figured not so well. But I was wrong, he had something to do with his daughter for an online school project, that’s why he was late. So, I asked him what it was, and he was happy to tell me all about it, and never batted an eye about my nakedness. That really made me comfortable enough to move onto what I’ve been thinking about asking him. (Not his tiny dick-hole thing, but I can tell you I’d love to ask him.) 😛 

I went for it, what’s he gonna do, get up and leave in a huff? I asked him he if wondered about me staying with Marcus all the time and what he thought about us naked most of the time he’s caught us. Joe said he figured that maybe something happened to Marcus and his wife, although Marc never said anything to him about her. No, he didn’t give much thought to me being there, and that there a lots of people that like being naked in their own houses and yards. He said, he’s not much different at home himself when the kids aren’t around. Well that was a nice and easy response from him. So easy that I mostly outted both of us without thinking. I think I’ll leave that subject alone for now.

Joe was happy to hang with us

Joe didn’t add anything other than we looked like a fun couple of guys, that it didn’t bother him what we do together. He also said he could see why we might be attracted to each other. I knew what he meant, maybe” Mark” could have let that slide by without catching the meaning until much later. I asked him, since he was comfortable with Marcus and me naked in the pool, why he didn’t join us that way back when he jumped into the pool with us. It was simple, that would be presumptuous (a Marcus big word autocorrect spelled for me 😁) on his part. If we didn’t mind him joining us that way, he’d be fine with it. Besides, it was nasty driving home with those wet shorts that day he joined us. Then he asked, “are you sure Marcus is okay with that?” I asked him, “You wanna find out?” He said, “How?” I told him that I’ll ask Marcus to come out and join us in the pool. And then I told him to strip and get in the pool before us, let Marcus find him that way. Joe was being very cautious about my idea and asked me again if I were sure Marcus would be okay, after all he’s never done that with him before. I laughed and said he doesn’t know Marcus very well. Before I turned to enter through the office door, I stopped and watched “commando Joe” strip down, in about 10 seconds to naked. Maybe a bit longer getting his shoes and socks off. (He knew I was watching him, that was payback for him watching us towel off on the deck the last time. Ha hah! That didn’t seem to faze him one bit.)

I went back inside to ask Marcus to join us in the pool. That’s always easy to ask him, but he knew Joe was here. And when I said “join us” he picked up on that immediately. “Joe’s swimming with us, huh? Did you offer him extra “Hazard Pay?” “No, you shithead, I didn’t. He likes me too! Now ditch the PJ’s and join me with him.”

You guys should have seen Marc’s lit up face when he saw Joe’s naked ass swimming in the pool. Oh, I know we will be talking for hours today about this. Good, more stuff to write about later! Marcus couldn’t contain his laughter and said privately to me, “All those years with Joe, and you got him naked in here with us instead of me!” I told him it wasn’t that hard, I just asked him to join us that way. 

I have years of watching my buddy Marc acting around people, so I’m gonna try hard to be like him today. I asked Joe if he was comfortable being naked with us. He said, sure why not? I told him there’s no reason not to be, we’re cool with it. Ha hah! Oh, Larry is thinking about what the next question will be, my old “Mark” would have let Marcus take over and I’d just watch the master at work, not today. 

We all swam a few laps by ourselves leaving two to talk to each other while waiting. I mean the pool is wide enough for all three of us to swim side-by-side. I think it’s about 18 feet wide at least. Actually, I wanted to talk to both of them separately. And everything was going to plan so far.

I’ve been thinking about that uncut dick of his, not that I want to fool around with it, I just want to learn more about it, what’s it’s like. When Marc was swimming his laps, I got brave and I told Joe that I couldn’t help but noticed that he wasn’t circumcised like we were and hoped he didn’t mind me bringing that up to him. He said, “No, of course not, that’s okay with me, besides it’s easy to noticed that you guys were cut dudes.” I told him up until now, I’ve never seen an uncut dick before. (That was a big fat lie, I’ve seen him squatting with his junk exposed to me. I’d never tell him that though.) Joe was laughing hard and then said, “You’re kidding me, right?” I told him, “No, I’m sorry, I’ve never been around naked guys before; you got me a little curious, I guess. Just forget it, I’m sorry I brought it up with you!” Joe apologized for laughing, “I’m sorry Larry, I wasn’t laughing at you at all. I was a big jock back in high school and college. Really, I’ve been naked in more locker rooms than you can imagine, and I’ve seen it all, dude! I got my junk education early!”

My old “Mark” personality showed up fast in that conversation! I could feel myself getting all red now, and Joe was aware of my embarrassment too. He told me, “Larry, there’s really nothing that different between us, just some extra skin for me, that’s all.” 

Sex Ed. 101 a little late, huh

Well he did say I could ask him questions, so I managed to get one out; does his dick ever gets to look like ours. (If you’ve seen what I wrote about his tiny dick hole before, you know I didn’t believe that it could stretch enough for him.) Joe caught himself laughing again and then stopped a said, “Sure, lots of times Larry, look down at mine and I’ll show you.” He pulled back his foreskin and he looked a lot like us only longer. “See, no difference.” What do I say, I chose, “Cool!” I’m lucky I got that out! And that should answer the tiny dick hole question I’ve been thinking about lately, for good, I hope. I don’t know about me sometimes, I can say and do anything with Marcus, yet around Joe, that was a lot harder to do.

I have a lot of catching up stuff to do it seems. Marcus says stuff without getting embarrassed, and now Joe, who I just started being friends with shows me how his dick works. Like no problem, piece of cake. Tell it like it is and move on. I’m beginning to wonder why it’s taken me so long to catch up. How do guys just talk about stuff like this and not get all embarrassed. As much as I tried to be a Marcus clone with Joe, “Mark” was always there nagging in my gut; but I’m proud of myself as “Larry” he gave it a try. Now I’m wondering if I gave Joe the wrong idea about me; maybe he thinks I’m really into him for something more. I’ve got some serious talking to do with Marcus right after Joe leaves today. I think we’re cool though. 

When Marcus came back to Joe and me, Joe went for a couple more laps giving me time to talk to Marcus. What came out of me was, “This is a lot of fun Marc, Joe’s making it way easy for me.” Marcus just smiled at me that all knowing smile of his, like he knew whatever I did would work out for me.

Joe came back to us at the deep end and air-knuckle punched both of us and keeping his distance. He said he didn’t know about us, but work was staring him in the face, but we could stay in the pool until he adds chemicals later. 

He got out of the pool from our underwater seat, like we do all the time, turned and asked Marcus if he minded him staying like he was when he cleaned the pool today. He said he’s never been invited to join anyone in a pool he cleans, and no one ever offered him a drink or coffee like we do. He also said we made him feel really comfortable in the pool like we were, and it was more fun than he’s had in a long time. He wanted to keep the nice feeling he had a little longer if we didn’t mind. I looked at Marcus like that was something we really needed to discuss, Marc looked at me and then Joe. Absolutely, as long as you don’t mind us watching a naked man work in our yard. And we both laughed, before Joe joined in with the laughter. Joe said, “You guys are a trip! I won’t forget today ever.” And then he just got busy cleaning the pool while we watched him from the deep end of the pool. Now I’ve seen a long uncut dick with a small pee hole that really can stretch for real, and I can’t ever say again that I’ve never seen one before. 

Naked Joe at work

I didn’t expect anything like this from my plan, screw the plan, Joe’s plan was a lot more fun! I had this thing about watching him getting dressed as payback for him watching us the last time. But I got to watch him clean the pool fucking naked, that was more than kinda hot. Don’t tell Marcus, ha hah! Like he wasn’t watching him right beside me! You know I’m almost always naked with Marc when we can do it, so I’m used to looking at his naked body. I’ve memorized every square inch of him, ha hah, I’ve never said that before, even to myself! Well today I added one more naked body to the list we’ve seen. Somehow the guys we’ve seen naked all got stuck with long dicks, that’s too bad. It must be such a burden having to pack a big dick in your pants everywhere you go! So sad! Ha hah! I think that’s called sarcasm. I’m getting to know what Marcus is talking about now though. I did notice that long dicks flop around a lot when cleaning the pool, just saying.

I think I have a serious date with Marcus as soon as Joe leaves the yard! Now I have to get out of the pool without Joe seeing my new boner! I’m almost afraid to look down at Marcus to see what going on with him, I might get even harder! 😜 There’s this big chance I’m not getting by Joe without him seeing the state of my dick. Yeah, at least my boner doesn’t stick out like poor Marcus’s, there’s no hiding that flag pole of his! Maybe he could hang his towel on it. Ha hah! I wonder what Joe would think if he saw me the way I am now. Maybe I wonder why he doesn’t have a boner like us too! Oh well!

Marc asked me if I was disappointed that he didn’t have a dick like Joe’s. Oh, I don’t like that question, why did I have to get this fucking boner anyway. I told him absolutely not, I love his stubby dick! (No, I did not say he had a stubby dick to him, I just made it up right here.) His is perfect just the way it is, I better say that, huh? It covers my dick at the same time! What I did bring up to Marc was I wondered how much bigger that hose of his would get with a boner. If it grows anything like ours does, man, that’s gonna be a fucking monster cock. Marc laughed at my idea and said, “Not likely at all babe, look at our own dicks before we get rock hard, we don’t get much bigger, right?” Maybe I got to see what a real “shower cock” is today that Marc likes to moan about. I guess it could be a problem if I cared about what my dick looked like to others. I don’t care, it’s what I got, can’t exchange it. And it works great!

Okay that ought to give you something to think about until I see Joe again. Ha hah! I mean, I did get a boner watching him in the pool with us, so maybe if he got one, I’d get one of my questions answered. 🤪

REMEMBERING BACK TO OUR FIRST TRIP TOGETHER

Well it seems you guys are okay when I try to fill you in with our first trip from the “old Mark.” I only got to the end of Friday the first day, in the last chapter. I don’t think I need to write a lot more, but we did have all day Saturday and Sunday before returning home. I won’t just copy what Marcus wrote but I bet I can find something to add to it.

When Marcus wrote about our first time together at the lake, he didn’t hide that we had sex with each other. I’m kinda sure if I wrote the story back then, I’d be talking about other stuff that happened. I was as horny as him, but I’d be still hiding everything. Sex is private stuff, behind closed doors stuff. Well, loose and sexy “Larry” only existed inside Mark and he didn’t know how to get out yet. Don’t worry I was there enjoying every fucking minute of my time with Marcus; I just didn’t think you or anyone else needed to know that. When I recognized what Marcus wrote was really us with new names, I felt my heart drop. It was a shock but of course I got over it soon enough. 

How could I ever forget lying in bed all naked with him the very first night. I don’t think my brain ever worked so hard before imagining the stuff that was about to happen; that twitching gut feeling came back again, I mean everything was going perfect, what’s gonna happen next to blow my mind!

You know, I fantasized a lot over the years about what getting fucked for real would be like with him. Would it hurt bad? I figured I’d man up if it did. Not knowing how Marcus was endowed down there, sometimes I’d imagine he was way too big for me. Ha hah, lucky me, he’s not! I’ve seen some gay porn and there’s all this painful moaning from the guy getting fucked. Would I have to say, “Oh FUCK!” non-stop every time his cock pushes inside me until he finally explodes massive amounts of cum? Okay, I did have an active imagination you know! It’s about all I had at times.

We were in bed after a wonderful day of discovery, every minute was a new experience for us. I figured, man, I’m gonna have some real images to take my fantasies into overdrive when we are back home. I wondered what Marcus might want to do right then, so I waited to see. That didn’t take long, the horny fucker! Not complaining, not one bit! I was hoping he had his eye on my ass, I really wanted to know the feeling for real. I wondered what my buddy’s hard dick would feel like once it was moving in me. It was going to be okay no matter how much it might hurt me because it was my buddy, and I trusted him.

This is where I think Marc and I have different memories. I’m not saying he’s wrong and I’m right though. We had this awesome fucking day, it was intense. We changed everything about us, you know like a whole new level of friendship going on. From fantasizing to doing shit for real. I found a new thing for me; I wasn’t hiding anything anymore. I hiked for hours with my buddy and fucking naked too. Talk about not hiding anymore. We weren’t scared about having sex together; where did that come from? But I think the thing I loved the best was sharing all this with my buddy Marcus. And I really found being naked with him the most freeing thing in my life. And now we are going to spend a night in a small bed all fucking naked and touching, and who knows what else. But I remember being tired, maybe exhausted, and that pillow as it nestled my head was probably going to be the end of our first day. 

Our first night together, nice!

Maybe I was a little quick to end the day. I know it wasn’t long before I had to make an adjustment to my dick lying up close to him. I gave myself some room to let my dick move up against my belly like normal and then I pressed my body up against him again. I could feel my whole dick pressed against his lower back and butt; you know the longer under side of your dick. That was the first time ever and it was real, and I wasn’t about to stop that from happening. I could smell him, and it was a little bit after shave, and deodorant, plus the campfire, the woods, and just him. He smelled like Marcus and a lot more; I was so happy being glued up against him until I fell asleep. I can’t tell you I was off to sleep fast though, I wanted to stay awake and just be happy. I was happy, fuck, just happy? I was fucking stoked happy!

On Saturday morning, as I laid there freshly awake, looking at Marcus and dreaming up what we might get into this morning, I was well aware of my need to pee was getting stronger. I went for a quick fix, no not get up and go pee fix. I took a solid grab of my growing dick and squeezed the fucking urge to pee away for a while longer. That got me another couple of minutes until I saw Marcus starting to wake up and pull on his sleeping dick, I figured it was the pee thing, just like me.

Maybe because I was awake longer, and knew I had to pee now for real, I did get to the toilet first and started to pee. Marcus followed me into the bathroom within seconds, and while I was peeing, he was harassing me with I was taking too long, come on he had to go! I didn’t know we’d have fun with that need months later. While I was giving my dick a last pull and shake, that SOB pushed me over to the side of the toilet so he could pee. No problem, we were laughing at something we never did before. I can’t even imagine peeing like that in front of him before this trip, and totally naked too. That wasn’t an old “Mark” thing to do. Anyway, even on the first early morning together, my horny brain went to wishing I could hold his dick while he was peeing, just to know what that would feel like. Don’t judge me, I was a virgin horn dog, what did you expect from me, huh? 😛

My private horniness was finally getting to act out with my buddy for real, not just a fantasy dream of him anymore. I did do something to get back at him for pushing me over though. While he was peeing, I grabbed both butt cheeks of his and squeezed them hard. (He might have a harder time trying that on me though, he needs to work on his glutes more. 😂) I bet I made his pee miss the toilet bowl some too! Well maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but I loved the new freedom I gave myself to squeeze his ass, because I wanted to do that. Writing this today, I still can’t imagine why old “Mark” even thought of doing shit like that in the first place. I don’t think, thinking was a big part of anything going on that trip. About fucking time too!

To be really honest with you, I don’t remember if our shower together in the morning, was discussed or just happened that way. It could have been Marcus’s idea, that sounds more like him back then, not so much anymore though. Hey, don’t count me out, I finally found my balls you know! Anyway, I kinda figured something involving our dicks was gonna happen once we got in the shower, maybe another blowjob. You know one blowjob doesn’t make it boring. I’d be happy spending the weekend seeing how many we could log before our dicks quit on us. I might have been a little conservative in thinking here.

Up to that weekend trip, I’ve never had shower sex, not even with Ellen. Okay I just reread that; I’ve never had shower sex with someone other than me! Just keeping it real guys. My mind was on sucking dick again; I was banking on that was going to be our thing this weekend. I’m way okay on sucking his dick, that was the best sex I ever had! But then I thought, maybe he’d let me soap up his body, like his whole body, all the new parts that finally got exposed to me. How would that feel, all soapy and slippery?  Maybe I’d get to give him a boner that way, that’ll be awesome to feel his dick growing. I know one thing for sure, I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore, and I don’t give a fuck! I’m having the blast of my life, and I think he is too! 

As I’ve been writing these stories about our first times doing stuff we never did before. I’ve been trying to remember if I ever gave a thought about our future times together. I can’t say I did or not. What was going on was intense for me. Maybe thinking about our future was not necessary yet. We had a lot of now going on. Well as you know, our future was pretty rosy.

OUR FIRST SHOWER TOGETHER

After we finished screwing around peeing that morning, BTW was more fun than I expected, I figured a nice warm cabin was in order. I headed to the potbelly stove to build a fire while Marcus was headed back to bed. I’d get this fire going and that’s exactly where I’m headed too. That potbelly had had no problem starting up for me, after the first small sticks caught a good fire, I added a couple of small chunks of wood and headed to bed to snuggle up with him. It took him no time OMG; his hands were all over my fucking body. Oh, this man must really love my furry body, I think he was on a mission to check out every possible furry part on me. Why didn’t I know that about him for years? I don’t want to know! I don’t need to know! Just fucking enjoy it for once in my life!

I kinda feel as a normal red-blooded horny guy that I am, I should be telling you once I got all snuggled up with him, my dick got this screaming boner, and I was starting to drip pre cum. I could have lied to you, because what I’m gonna say next might seem boring or lame to you. But every time I write in the blog, I hear Marcus’s voice in my head telling me “don’t lie to our guys! Keep it real!” Okay, I don’t know how anybody wouldn’t get a hard-on when being touched like that; I think I was quietly sobbing inside my head, not the sad kind at all, he made me feel all human and desirable. And I didn’t want him to stop.

Marcus was really getting turned on by me, at least his dick was, I wanted to just melt into him. And oh yeah, thanks for my fire, it’s toasty in here now. I had the feeling it was going to get very “real” between us soon. I was hoping to find out for real what sex was going to be like with my buddy. Marcus was leaving no doubt in my mind any longer as he got up and pulled my dick toward him as a clue I should follow. I even got out of bed on his side, follow him, huh? You can bet your fucking ass I did!

I do remember Marcus checking out the shower and getting it ready for us, he knows about my deep hate of spiders! I saw him checking out all the hiding spots for those fucking creepy crawlers. He got the water up to nice and warm and told me to come join him. No worry there, tell me or not, I was going to join him anyway. I’m not missing out of something I fantasized about him for several years!

I bet you know which one is me!

The shower was nice, big enough for two of us and not feel crowded. Marcus wrote about a ceiling rain shower and I just can’t remember if it had one or not, I had plenty of good stuff to remember already with my best friend all naked, wet, and soapy with me for the first time ever. Fantasy shit gonna happen today! I figured I’m never going to forget this weekend, ever! 

I remember that we were just acting like horny teenagers at first. I was behind him with my hands messing around with the man and the body I fantasized about for years. I knew something was going to happen in this shower and I couldn’t wait. We started soaping each other up, I think I might have used liquid body soap as shampoo on him too. i doubt if I was thinking clearly at that point. I was lucky my slightly shaking legs didn’t give out on me in there; there’s only so much reality a horny guy can take! Oh, that was so awesome, I had my soapy hands all over him, and I didn’t miss a spot too! We took turns, oh wow, he had my skin twitching from his soapy touch. Except for in bed last night, no one cared enough to touch me like that; yeah, my wife too! I had no idea how much I was missing being touched before this trip and it’s my buddy doing it all over my wet furry body. OMG! I think I wanted to shout out for the sheer joy of being touched like that. I didn’t repulse him. I sure as fuck repulsed Ellen enough just being naked around her; she’s not a fan of my furry body. I could see this weekend was going to change me big time, I don’t want to go back to the guy who left yesterday. Every fucking minute with Marcus is waking up stuff I kinda suspected, (hoped) was in me, (us).

One of us started it, but it went full circle before the shower time was over though. Let’s say Marcus started it, he probably did, I think he came to the lake cabin 50% hornier to start with! Ha hah! Don’t worry I caught up fast! Anyway, I was facing away from him as he was soaping my backside. Well that eventually got to my butt hole too. I think he had both thumbs massaging it pretty good. Or he had the fattest fingertips ever. I’m going with thumbs until he decided to push something into my hole. I think maybe he spared me and used a finger maybe two fingers after a bit. He found a way to get a lot deeper into me until he found my prostate, (he told me that’s what he was looking for). Okay, I remember a doctor sticking a Vaseline gloved finger up me poking around. I think I was more aware then of a boney finger poking me than anything else. Marcus was a lot gentler until he found my prostate. That was a weird feeling, it made think I had to pee, and like I said, feel weird too. I remember his fingers in my ass didn’t feel that weird, a little strange, maybe kinda nice. (Oh, oh I think I’m gonna like ass play with him!)

What began in the shower wasn’t quite up to my fantasy at first. Actually, what was going on was way better! Oh, I’m going to have a whole new fantasy to use now back home. You know, if it never got beyond having his hands all over me like he was doing, I’d be okay. If anything, that’s what I dreamed about for so long. Just to feel desired, being touched like he was doing, I mean, I don’t know, maybe that was better than sex. There was a point when I realized I was not participating and felt bad. I was so into his touching me, but I’m not going to screw him out of being touched too. Maybe he’d want the same, I was sure almost immediately when he let out a sexy moan when I began soaping up his back and ass. Damn, he probably doesn’t get to feel desired too. Not a problem Marcus, I’m not leaving the shower until I do my job too.

It was there, I just went for it!

I do remember something Marcus wrote about though. He said I stopped his asshole play on me and I turned him around to work on him. I have no excuses, no preplanned thing in mind, but if I didn’t do something now, I’d question it and maybe not do it at all. I prepped his ass with lots of soap and he relaxed a lot faster than my asshole did. I’m pretty sure too. I just went for it, my dick was so hard and so plastered against my belly, but I was going to get docked with him no matter how much my dick fought me. I had him with his hands on the shower wall and I slipped in easily. Whoa, just one problem that fucking shower was blasting me in my face. I had him shut that fucking faucet off before I drowned! 

I’ve been telling myself that I’m going to let Marcus take the lead this weekend, but this is the second time now that I started something. Well, he’s letting me! That morning in the first shower ever with him, I’m actually fucking him. I think I was very kind and gentle too. Until he asked me to step it up some. I was really enjoying the feeling; I mean it wasn’t that I never fucked before; never a guy. It was more than the actual feeling as the inner feeling I was having with him. This is so not real, how can I be naked in the shower, and in his ass, and be real. For several years we never gave each other the idea this is what we wanted. Even me, I fantasized about him when jacking off, but I’ll guarantee you it wasn’t a fucking in the shower fantasy. 

There was no question in my mind about cumming this way, and maybe not so fast this time. I wrapped my arms around him often trying to merge with his backside. Marcus seemed to like me in him while hugging this way. After a slight rest I started fucking again until I felt like I’d might cum. I want to cum, but I want to stay like I am in him, so I stopped once again. Yeah, well three was my limit. On my first move it was all over dude! My dick had it with me. No way it was going to let me wait any longer. It was fucking amazing! I grabbed onto him and pressed my body as tight to him as possible and I counted several releases before my dick settled down. I did something for the first time, and something else too. I was sucking on his ear lobe, oh now I know something about him I didn’t know before. That drives him fucking crazy! Good to know, I’m not going to forget that at all. 

Marcus let me stay in him for a bit, but he did straighten up to stretch his back for a while. That gave me a chance to rub my hands all over his chest and belly, but as I headed down below, I found that rock hard pole of his, so I started rubbing it. I got a stern warning from him though, don’t make him cum, his turn to fuck was coming up! In a zillion years I’d never expect to hear my buddy tell me don’t let him cum. I can’t even imagine a fantasy dream where I’d hear that anyway!

I think maybe since I just came the hardest ever in my life, that getting fucked myself was much lower on my To-do List right now. Then I told myself, no fucking way you’re gonna make him wait, just suck it up and take it like the man you think you are. I take direction well, especially sex directions now! Ha hah!

Well sweet Marcus understood I guess because we gave me a hug worthy of the kind I give out and started to kiss me like never before, that was an easy chore, we didn’t have any kissing experience anyway. Eventually, he changed positions with me under the same shower we shut off.

Tell it to my virgin asshole!

Marcus returned to massaging my asshole again with a mission to accomplish, I guess. I wanted to experience this with him really bad, so I relaxed myself as much as I knew how. Eventually, I guess he had me where he wanted and started to push what seemed like a brick sideways inside me. Yeah, you see my head wanted to feel him inside me, I wanted to know the feeling, good or bad, I wanted it, I desired it, tell that to my virgin asshole though! Whatever he accomplished at the beginning, closed up shop on him! Ha hah!

I needed a private conversation with my asshole if I ever were to experience what I desired. I’m not going to chicken out on my buddy, he didn’t on me. I know for a fucking fact, he’s no bigger than me, I checked that out earlier. That was part of the fun of getting to know stuff about your best buddy. I convinced myself to relax, go with it like he did.

This little talk brought up a zillion things now flashing through my brain as a checklist. The first thing I remembered was being thankful we weren’t these long hose for a dick guys. (Hey, we’re not that short either.) But the one thing that kept coming up was I could handle this, don’t disappoint him. You know I might have been this conservative sexless dude on the outside, but I wanted this for a long time. I just feared what a long dick hose would feel like in me, I never considered it might be a wide dick hose in me at all.

I loved reading when Marcus wrote about my dick in him the first time, he said it felt like he had a turd that couldn’t make its mind up whether it wanted out or in him. Or something like that. I thought it was super funny, even if he did refer to my “perfect dick” as a “turd.” I don’t remember reading anything that he wrote about my feelings at the time. Maybe I forgot if he did, I tend to remember the funny shit.

Well the jury on the best fucking style was out for a while for me. But that little talk I gave myself did work. I’m not quitting Marcus; he didn’t quit on me. I actually hoped that we’d get to fuck again before leaving. But I had the nagging feeling I was going to have this big fucking asshole now, how will I deal with the big gaping Marcus hole he made in me back there. Ha hah, I told you I was a fucking virgin, right? Alright I’m just making jokes, but I was a little concerned he might have stretched me too much. What do I know?

That first time we both actually fucked each other, we never did see our faces. Maybe there was a reason we chose to fuck that way, maybe we weren’t sure how fucking would work out for us later, I don’t know, maybe. But not again, I wanted to fix that next time if there was a next time. I want to see him fucking me. 

Yeah, there were more times that weekend. And the idea of seeing what his face looked like while fucking me took my mind off any possible stretched asshole I was getting. (I’m still joking with you.) I must have really relaxed my mind because I’m really liking how I can feel his dick in me now. That wasn’t the only thing I felt too, his swinging balls were slapping my ball sack, or part of my ass. It didn’t hurt as much as make me think about moving my balls someplace else before he slapped them good! Ha hah! That’s something I never expected, chalk it up as a plus! But I did get to see his face, that gorgeous face, his loving big brown eyes, and a smile that warmed my heart. He wasn’t fucking me, he was making love to me, I knew it! I knew it was more than fucking, I just couldn’t see it with my back facing him. Okay, I can do the back-door thing now, I will always see his wonderful smiling face now in my mind.

I think I did something that kinda got Marcus to cum, maybe before he was ready, I was experimenting by squeezing my asshole off and on while he was fucking me. I heard him moan the I’m about to cum moan and I squeezed even harder, and then he pushed way deep into me and started to cum. I could feel the base of his dick pulsing, so I tried to squeeze to match his pulsing. I had no idea what I was doing or if it helped him, I think it did. I had one exhausted best buddy tightly wrapped around me and not wanting out of me. At first, I thought, okay you can leave now, you’re done, I want my asshole back. But after a minute of him tightly clung to me, he actually started pumping me again, I guess he was still hard enough. Man, I’m learning so much about him, I hope I never forget anything ever!

Marcus wasn’t going to be done, not if he could help it. He obviously was having the moment he needed with me. Oh, I’m happy he feels that way, our future lives are looking up big time! He told me he’d like to try something with me. He wanted to sit down and have me sit on his lap, well you know, sit on his dick. Really, you can do that, huh? Well I’ve got nothing better to do, so I go for it. I sat with my back facing him, I didn’t see how I could do this any other way. He helped guide me down on him, I couldn’t see what I was doing, but I could feel that still hard dick of his.

Wow, that dick of his found whole new places to poke inside me. It seems now I’m in charge, he can’t move, but I can. Ha hah! I did move, and twist and slide up and down and kept that dick of his hard enough to cum again. I bet it was a dry run, but he either came again or was a great actor faking it. Now I have to experience that too. I’ve never even thought of pushing my dick that far. Once I came, I was ready for tucking it away. It’s a good bet Marcus will make sure I get to experience that this weekend. Listen to me, I’m preplanning my next fuck! Little bold conservative me loves fucking any way I get it. 

I’m so glad Marc and me don’t like labels. Man, if I came to the lake as an only top I’d never know what I do now. I like doing and getting equally. It’s so natural for me, and him too. You know, there was more stuff to that trip than what I wrote about. You tell me if you want to read more about it, I’m not going write about stuff you don’t want to read. 

Okay guys let’s get some stuff straight here. Don’t think for one minute that old conservative “Mark” could have written any of that stuff for you. Oh, he was doing it, he was having the time of his fucking life too, but he didn’t find his balls for months to come. I’m Larry now for real, I wrote that stuff for you. Don’t get confused okay. Mark would be crippled by embarrassment talking about that stuff. I think even now I have moments when I get embarrassed about stuff. Remember that tight red shirt on me, I wouldn’t like to be seen strutting my stuff around for you like that. It’s embarrassing for me to be seen like that in public. I mean I think I did look a little hot I guess, and I didn’t mind that Marcus had the picture for himself to look at. But putting it in the journal was a little much, it might make me look too vain. I’m not just about muscles and tight shirts. Anyway, I’m getting off track again. I really am horny Larry and I get to play with really horny Marcus, and that’s fun to write about now. I guess I’m still me inside, it was Marcus who showed me how to be free of scared old Mark. If you got this far, you know I’m not scared anymore.

Cool cane for Marcus

I guess I wrote too much again! I have gone back and deleted stuff I wrote about before, that knocked off a couple of pages for ya! I don’t know how Marc remembers what he wrote with so many chapters. it’s fun having you guys to talk to about us. Like Marcus says, who else can we tell these stories to, not our wives right now! The guys we work with, ya right! Thanks for listening. The next time I bet it will be about Marc’s knee operation and how he is healing. Oh, I had an idea that might make him walk better while he recuperates, I ordered him a natural shaped wood cane for him to use. I figure they’ll give him an adjustable cane or a walker to use afterwards, so I’ll make sure he has a cool one to use. I was thinking about a walking stick he could use later on hikes, but you can’t lean on those. Maybe another day I’ll get us some hiking sticks. 

You know, I worry about him so much. He’s got so much to deal with right now. I just want to take a lot off his back for him. I hope you don’t mind seeing me writing for a while. When he’s recuperating, he’ll have time to write again for us. But I do want to thank you guys for writing me and commenting on the blog. I love being an active part of the blog now! Don't hate my long posts, I tried to shorten it for you this time. 

I’ll let you know if he goes in for surgery on Thursday.

Be safe out there not sorry! 

M. Larry

Our journal continues in Chapter 73:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/11/ch-73-hello-its-me-marcus-again.html