LARRY'S 11TH POST: Stuff you don't know about me yet

Hi this is Larry again. 

Marcus is doing really good lately, especially the avoid doing stuff! I’m kidding, he’s better than good at that! Maybe I don’t care because I still get to be the boss for a while around here! He does everything his therapist asks and the swelling is looking better too. Okay, enough update for now.

Some of you guys have asked me in emails if I’d talk about some of the early days between Marcus and me. I don’t know if it will be horny enough for all of ya, but I’ll try. Geeez, it must be about ten years that we’ve known each other by now. I got asked about the first times we dared to get naked in front of each other or had sex. Well that’s easy, it wasn’t that long ago. I bet we’d both win the coward of the decade award if there was one. Ha hah!

You know we both had our own issues we brought to the friendship; me way more than Marcus though. It’s hard to say that just being naked was the biggie for me, it was exposing my furry body to him. I know how lame that must sound now, but I had a history of ridicule over that, and my wife Ellen would gladly pay for someone to wax my body! Ouch! I let her shave my back and ass once thinking I get some hot sex afterwards. Yeah, I did think that. What I got was an itchy ass and back for too long! Maybe I should tell you before I let her talk me into the shave, she had seen Marcus’s smooth back at his pool one day. I know how much that impressed her; she found a way to bring it up often. She did not see his smooth ass though; I’ll guarantee that because I didn’t myself for years. Ellen has a crush on Marc, I think it runs in the family. 😛

Marcus joined the 24-Hour Fitness Club years ago. Before COVID when it used to be opened, he was around naked guys in the locker room and shower often. However, he had this “grower” thing bothering him, but he kept going there anyway. There’s probably a name for people who do things like that to themselves. I’ll leave that thought alone. I gave up joining gyms years ago and started buying equipment I needed to work out at home. Well, my garage, you don’t think Ellen would allow me to clutter up the house with that stuff, do you. Lately, Marc asked me if I wanted to bring over some of my equipment, and I could bring it into the house too! What a guy, huh? I did bring some over, maybe we’ll work out together one day. I have some ideas on how he can work on his glutes first. I don’t think he put as much effort into that as I did. I’m just saying.

I don’t want to just write about us having sex, I will, so don’t worry. Don’t forget there are two horny guys living here! And one very horny guy writing right now. I know, I’m being good and kind around Marc, he’s starting to get some led for his pencil lately though. Funny, I’d never think I’d be saying that about him before now. I had the hardest time figuring out what that “grower shit” was all about for him once we started getting naked around each other. He was seconds away from a boner most of the time. If he thought his dick was a problem, I think it was only in his head. You can trust me on that bit of info.

WHERE AND WHEN IT STARTED
Marcus and I first met here in the neighborhood, and we struck it off pretty damn quick too. Marcus was what you’d call “a looker.” Well I’d say that; he was still in his 40’s as I found out and a cool dude. I figured we were the about the same age, or close to it. Anyway, I’ll tell you a little of my background you may not know yet.

I wasn’t a big fan of moving to this neighborhood at all. That was my wife Ellen who was so hot about moving here. First of all, it was much further from my work site in Elk Grove, a city south of Sacramento, CA. And for her too since she works in downtown Sacramento. I’ll get to why she chose to buy here in a while. Oh hell, I’ll do it here. Ellen knew Lisa, Marcus’s wife through some dealings with their jobs. They became friends long before we moved here. Marc and I found this out eventually. Lisa told her of the house that was for sale next door. That’s how we got to see the place and ultimately buy it. I didn’t know anything about Marcus or that Lisa was more than a business friend until sometime after we moved in. If you’ve read the previous chapters, you might have an idea where this might be going. Marc might say, “It’s amazing how all the puzzle pieces fit once you set the border walls.” I bet I screwed up that analogy big time.

You have heard about how Marcus and I met for the first time before, so I won’t spend time writing about that again. But I will say we became good friends really fast. But not like the best friends we are now; that took a while. There was one thing about my job that helped us get to know each other better. I had worked out a deal at my company where every other week I’d get a Friday off. That gives me a three-day weekend twice a month. Another partner takes the other two Fridays off, and a third partner takes a Monday off every two weeks. It’s worked like that for years now and it’s nice having the extra time off. Yeah, with a new house, I’m gonna get time to myself! What I did get was Ellen’s “Honey-Do List” that gives me even more shit to do around the place, and on my day off too! 

Enter my new neighbor, Marcus, my “new sexy neighbor” suggested that I join him for coffee in the morning on my day off. Oh, that sounded so good, I really wanted to get to know him better anyway, so I jumped on fast. Not him, I did not jump on him! Ha hah! Man, you’ve got to watch words all the time, they don’t always say what you mean. Anyway, long boring story, that’s what we did for years. Oh, sometimes I’d invite him to go boating on the river with me; having a guy friend in the boat with me was new, and I liked it a lot. It also helped me getting the truck and trailer parked after launching too. This was going to be sweet! I bet we were going to have lots of boating time together, and then I remembered, there’s two decks on my cruiser, one has a bed and head, what will he think about that. Even back then my mind was wandering into horny territory. I had to cut that out!

Marcus knew of a small coffeehouse that we could use since it had a few quiet spots to sit and talk. That was nice for me since I never had a friend like him before and I really loved the chance to get to know him better. I didn’t do a lot of the talking back then unless I was asked a question. That was just kinda the shy old Mark. I was never sure if it was shy or scared I screw things up. Maybe I figured who’d care to hear about me anyway. Marcus was so interesting to listen to. I loved listening to his stories and man did he love to talk! I guess you know that by now. Sorry Marc. He had this speaking voice that was so cool, I mean, I bet his voice could reach the back of a hall without a mic if he needed to do that, however, he talked softer in the coffeehouse with me. I got to love that deeper voice too; there was no question who was talking when Marc spoke. Ellen said Marcus had a “Radio” voice, I guess he does. I’ve been told my voice is a lot like his, but I don’t hear it that way in my ears at all.

I looked forward to those couple of hours having coffee with my new friend. However, those were only on my day off which gave me a chance to get away from Ellen’s “Honey Do List” for a while too. Before you think Ellen was a big pain, she was. We just moved in and there was a shit-pot of stuff that needed to be done around the place. I’m really a good handiman, so I kinda wanted to do some of the renovations myself anyway. But now there was this sexy neighbor guy coming into my life, he was way more fun to hang with, than some old to-do list I had at home. I bet since you know me pretty well by now, you know I was thinking about him a lot when we weren’t together too. You can bet your ass I did.

I think four or five months had gone by before I knew for sure that Marcus wasn’t just a neighbor friend any longer, he was becoming the only best friend I ever had. And he kinda snuck in my mind when I was jacking-off sometimes too. (Sometimes, ha, all the time now!) There was a lot to like about him. So anyway, back to my story. I got really brave or really stupid one day and let him know a lot about my past. I really lucked out that time, he seemed so moved by my story. Like he wasn’t turned off or anything like that at all and he really acted like he cared a lot too. I could tell because he never looked away from my eyes when I was talking to him. I don’t trust people who look away from me when I’m talking to them. Marcus asked me questions that I felt okay answering too. I felt he really was interested in me with his questions. It was the first time I ever told anyone outside of Ellen the truth about my past, he allowed me to feel really safe and comfortable. I learned later that Marcus was a pro with something called “empathy,” and he was certainly full of it. I’m pretty sure I knew what that was anyway but didn’t know it had a name. I really started to trust him with everything now, (well, yeah, not everything), it felt good knowing someone cared about me like he did. I bet you’re wondering why I didn’t tell him how I was feeling about him, huh? I’m not that fucking crazy! Besides, I didn’t even know what I wanted from him anyway. He gave me his attention, that was a lot, a lot more than I got from anyone else. I’m not fucking this up, no sir!

ON BECOMING BEST BUDDIES 

You all know I had this attraction to Marcus right from our first meeting. I never felt that way before about any other guy, I’m pretty sure of that. If you got to meet Marcus like I did that day, I bet you’d know what I mean. If I were Larry back then and not just old Mark, we’d be on that covered swing of his getting it on. Ha hah! No worry, I had no idea on how to be him yet, or he had a covered swing that turns into a bed. That wasn’t how it was meant to be, that’s all. What I did need to do was never let him know I was feeling this weird thing about him. That was easy, the guys at work have no love of gays, I picked up so much negative shit from them to cover up my feelings for him. I read in the journal no one really bought the stuff I was saying. More embarrassment for me. I have added this horrible behavior of mine to my guilt bucket list to deal with. Marcus has forgiven me and said it’s a closed book, but it’s not really. 

Marcus did the math for us, from the day we first met to the day of our trip to the lake, which changed everything, was seven years and nine months. That’s a very long time that I, well we, covered our secret feelings for each other. But Marcus never once said one negative thing to me. He later wrote that he’d just change the subject on me. Yeah, he did too. You know I have lost so much memory from being a shithead in my former life, if I could only forget the shit I said to cover myself with him too. I can’t, I tried. I’ll never ever do anything like that again. I’ll never cover stuff up again unless it’s to protect someone. I was just a scared little boy again; I’ve spent too much time being scared in my life.

Is it getting easier for you to understand how I snapped in the truck to the lake, a year, and a half ago. I don’t know if snapped is the right word. It was a break through for me. It was time to change, no more old Mark and Larry wasn’t even thought of yet. Maybe I invented Larry for Marcus to write about. That’s something I never thought about before now. Man, writing stuff really makes you think deep.

I’m thinking about those coffee meetings on my days off we had for so many years. He was in my head all the time now, because of that I made sure I jerked-off before we met for coffee. That way I wouldn’t be tempted to say or do anything to give away what I felt about him. But I gave myself one thing that I could explain away if necessary. I gave out bear hugs freely when I met him and when we parted company. And you know something, Marcus never questioned them. I could tell right from the start that was something new for him, but he seemed to like them. And later on, I thought maybe he was giving me the hug first. If that were all I could get, I was okay with that. Look at what being afraid of the truth gets you!

I can close off this section by telling you, I still didn’t understand my physical attraction to him back then. Oh, I had fantasies I used to jerk-off to, but they looked nothing like a Marcus though. Man, that was a big switch-over! Maybe a lifetime of well used fantasies needed a makeover, huh. I’ll tell you what, it didn’t take much effort to cum with a Marcus fantasy playing in my head now. Too bad, they were over too soon. Ha hah! If only I knew what the future was going to bring me. Oh, that would be a killer if I knew and still had to wait!

Anyway, I was always scared of the attraction and how he was in my head all the time. I’m a married guy, I guess I thought that meant I was straight too; why I was fantasizing about a guy I only met recently. I knew what physical things about him I liked, but maybe I was attracted to the way he treated me more. Please know that’s what I wanted to believe, but then why was he always naked and so fucking sexy and horny in the fantasy! It’s funny now I guess, but my fantasy Marcus had more interchangeable dicks than should be allowed. Every fantasy jerk-off of mine, I had different Marc dicks to play with. I think I might have written about that before though. It’s hard to keep track of everything I’ve written before.

THE FOUR OF US TOGETHER

I think the best part of our growing friendship was how our wives were acting together too. They loved chatting with each other as much as Marcus and I did. That was one reason why we started going out to dinner together, and quite often too. Marcus and Lisa knew of some fancy places for us to have dinner, that we’ve never been to ourselves. Anytime we were seated in a restaurant, we made sure that there was no crossfire talking. The girls were next to each other and we were too. Somehow after some catching up conversation, it would always end up girls talking to girls, and guys talking to guys. Man, that was so much better!

Marcus always had something interesting to talk about; I thought maybe one day I could be like him; I just didn’t know how. However, I had to watch how I looked at him, sometimes I’d look away so no one would think I was really into him. This was new stuff for me, what does a good buddy look like when he’s talking to his best new friend. Probably not like I’m doing, I had to watch it, there were times the wives just disappeared from my mind, and they were sitting right there! That can’t be good.

I always tried to see if he was kinda feeling like me, but he was always playing the same old cool buddy. That still felt so nice that I finally had a good buddy. Sometimes I thought, no one would ever know how much jacking-off fantasy Marcus was giving to me lately, not even him. I know I wrote that there were times in bed with Ellen that my head replaced her with him. When I came, I’d get the strange all-over sad feeling that this was so very wrong. Maybe I could have fought it, but I was having such a great time fantasizing. I bet I came harder too. Well I don’t remember hearing any complaints from her though.

In case some of you reading this are wondering, and I know you probably are, you can bet any fuck fantasy I had with Marcus in it, I was the top guy. Maybe it’s because that’s all I knew? That certainly has changed for us huh. I’d never guess in a zillion years we’d end up like we did years later. My fantasy life was good, and it got me through those strange years that I’d never want to live through again.

I know Marcus has covered a lot of our time together pretty good for you in his chapters. I’m pretty sure there’s someplace in the chapters that said I never saw him totally naked, or did he see me that way as well. Oh, that first day we met in our side yards, he got pretty fucking close to it, wearing those thin running shorts. I fantasized about him with a big dick most of the time after the bulge I got to see that day. I know why I got to think that now, like it only took several years to find out for real. I know it’s my fault as much as his for not being truthful with each other sooner. It is what it is, huh?

Maybe Marcus planned this view for me

Since I seem to be stuck on Marc’s junk right now, here’s something even Marcus doesn’t know yet. Well, I don’t think so. And this happened a long time ago too. Man, can I keep a secret huh? There was a day long ago when all four of us went boating at Rollins Lake near Colfax, CA. Ellen usually sits across from me and Marcus and Lisa sit at the back of the cruiser. It’s always that way unless it’s just me and him on the river. Remember those thin running shorts I just talked about, well Marcus tends to wear them or others like them when we are boating. If they get wet, they dry really fast, in fact, I’ve worn some of his running shorts in the cruiser at times too, after I moved in with him. Anyway, one day the girls headed below deck to get out of the wind. Now I wonder if that was all. Marc moved over to the rear Port side and kinda lounged on the bench seat so we could see each other when I turned to talk. Well, somehow in the move, his shorts slid up his thigh some and his right ball was exposed enough that I knew it was a ball and it belonged to him. I turned away smiling to make believe I saw nothing, but I’ll be damned the curiosity was so strong I turned back around to talk to him, but instead of looking at his face I looked at his crotch. Yup it really was his tanned ball just like the rest of him. Well that convinced me he must swim naked or sun bathed that way. I wondered if he did that on purpose to break the ice with me or was it just an accident. My head was filling up with more fucking questions than I knew what to do with. But I got a glimpse of what was to come one day.

Well maybe he caught me staring at his crotch, because the next time I turned around to talk with him, there wasn’t a ball showing anymore. Damn, in just a couple of minutes I was ready for him to show me the whole package. Ha hah, dream on me! But it did cross my mind though. I didn’t have the guts to talk to him like I can now. I wasn’t going to lose him as my buddy over something like that. I hoped he was cool about me noticing that about him. Nothing came of it though; he can do cool way better than me.

I lived with some stupid guilt over that for many months until I just forgot about it. Oh, I know he caught me, I wonder if I was drooling a little bit? It’s kinda hilarious now. If that happened today, I’d probably tell him to either take his fucking junk out totally or put it away until he could, ha hah. Our cool factor is off the fucking charts now, we’ve got nothing to hide from each other. I don’t think so.

Whenever I decide to write something about us from years ago, it like who the fuck are those guys, especially me! Man, I never want to go back to living like that ever again. How the fuck did we ever survive such a covered-up life as friends, no, best friends. I mean how could we say that we were best friends when we covered so much shit between us? Sometimes I just want to say I’m sorry, but I know it’s not necessary.

You know, like I said, I never told him about that, it’s such a little thing to worry about, why would I anyway? I didn’t want him knowing about me liking stuff like that back then. However, my fantasy life just gained a tanned hairless ball to join up with the big bulge. This might seem like small potatoes to you guys, but this was really big for me at the time. But it made life even more difficult for me than it already was. Marc just seemed fine with how things were going with us. I wondered lots of times if he had ever fantasized about me; how could I ask him and not screw everything we had up? 

You know, I don’t have to write much more about those early years, nothing changed. Except for one thing, my feelings for him were growing impossible to deal with. Every passing year my fantasies were stronger, to the point I was afraid I was going to blow it big time. Now I wanted more than our great Bear hugs, you have no idea how much my hands wanted to grab parts of him that were off limit. Oh, for just one good ass squeeze or crotch feel. My fantasies moved from mutual jerkoffs to wanting to suck his dick and sometimes when I was having sex with my wife, I was fucking him in my head. I think I wrote that already, but it was scary stuff if it came out, and it was just me feeling like that.

I saved my head from exploding back then by imagining Marcus being kind and telling me it was okay to fantasize just remember it was fantasy not reality, it will all be okay. That was the most real-like fantasy I had, I could see Marcus saying that and moving on to the next topic.

That worked for a while but what worked better was not seeing him so often. I found reasons for not having coffee because of work. Man, I had to get creative now. But we did have coffee at least once a month, but the rest of the meetings came with our wives attached too. I hated me so much! If Marcus just gave me a little clue. But as you know, he was in the same situation and not about to change.

I know what I need to write next is going to be difficult for me. Marcus has written about how I almost blew our friendship before our first trip together. I just told you my fantasy life about Marcus was a threat just being with him. I didn’t trust myself at all anymore around him. Well that’s old history now, and thanks to our wives Marc and I have a life together. That was covered in the journal. I’m not sure if they understood how deep my attraction to Marcus was, I mean all three of them too. Is it easier for you to understand how things changed so quickly once Marcus whipped out his dick on that trip to the lake almost a couple of years ago? 

I know some guys have commented on how quickly I changed that day. Marcus mentioned a door I passed through too. No one knew what I was dealing with, not even Marcus. Once I saw what Marc had done in my truck a flood of relief was released from my brain. I was looking for a single clue, I didn’t care how small it was, no pun intended, ha hah, just something to let me know I wasn’t alone in my feelings. Bingo! I got my fucking clue!

THE NEXT STAGE

I was asked if I’d consider writing about first times for me. At least I think that was the request. I guess everything I just wrote was about firsts. I rarely trusted people, maybe I never trusted people, but somehow, I began to trust Marcus. He was different from the guys I’ve known, he um, he seemed to care. I don’t remember people wanting to know much of anything about me, not like Marcus did. He made my fantasies so easy and so hard to ignore. 

After the lake trip everything changed for us. Now we looked for alone time more and more. I know from reading the early chapters that it looked like I had all these hang ups. I probably had more than the average guy would have, IDK. Now the big hang up was not getting caught being us. Late night meetings at Marc’s pool happened but I had an early morning commute to work to deal with. That meant early to bed too. Marcus was the only one who worked from his home office, our wives also left early in the morning.

The first times we met like that, I’d get up and meet Marcus at his pool late at night. And then, sneak back home and hit the bed. I never had a confrontation with Ellen, but I expected it one day. I figured I’d just say I was too hot and restless and took up Marc’s invite for a late-night swim. The other option was to call in sick or create a reason why I’d be late for work. No matter what, somehow, we’d get together.

I’m gonna attempt to dig down deeper and write something that might embarrass me. Yeah, I know I’ve changed, nothing bothers me anymore; fuck, even I don’t believe that. Ha hah! For years, my fantasies about Marcus and me together got me off easily. I don’t think that’s too hard to believe, I bet most guys have a fantasy to use as they jack-off. I can tell you before I met Marcus it wasn’t a guy in my fantasy. It was usually a hot woman with big boobs. I loved getting in between those big soft pillows of hers. I guess that should tell you what Ellen doesn’t have, huh? I hope telling you that doesn’t offend you since you know how much I’m into Marcus now. I was straight I guess, or there was never a guy who could turn my head yet.

From the second I saw his junk in my truck, I knew what I wanted to do, and I couldn’t believe Marcus was gonna make that easy for me. I thought that S.O.B., he wants something this weekend too. I said I was quiet in the truck after that, guess what my brain was up to? Thinking about every fucking fantasy I used over the years. But first I wanted a lot of touching between us. I didn’t go right to having sex, that was coming! You know we were in the habit of hugging each other for years, sometimes I questioned if it was going someplace, I’d like. But I never really touched him like I was longing for. And I hoped he had the same idea too. There was just one thing yet, what if I’m putting too much into Marc’s fooling around in the truck? Maybe he had a weak moment and had no idea of going any further. Yeah, back to square one again. But this time I found my balls, they’re down there in the jungle bush i’m sure! Ha hah! No, I mean it, no more hiding I thought. He’s seen my junk now too, that ought to mean something right? 

The idea of going back home with nothing changed is not an option. I know it could go wrong, but I’m feeling that’s not gonna be true. I saw how Marc reacted to me joining him in the truck, my buddy wants me as much I want him, I just know it.

I guess I should start with that first night together at the lake. I know I started something with him on the hike and we messed around at the campfire, you know all that already from his chapters. It’s fun to bring up this stuff because it was about us for real, no more fantasy shit. Nothing much was written, I don’t think so, about us going to bed for the first time all naked, and in a small bed. Well the naked thing, that’s no biggie, we’ve been that way for most of the day. And we both knew naked was how we slept normally; I’m not asking permission for that. But what happens next once we are under the sheets? Who starts, who follows? What’s it going to be like sleeping, if we ever do sleep, in such a small space? I don’t remember reading anything about that yet. Whatever happens will be a first time for us.

We were both working from our gut that day, nothing like this happened before. We are on our own now, what happens next, happens. But I was sure it was going to be okay with us. I remember that Marcus was running his hands over my furry body, like everywhere too. I think he was liking how I felt to his hand because he didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I’ve wanted to be touched so bad for so long. He finally got down to my junk and found something he liked there and started to hang around for a while. I also remember not doing anything for too long, I was having the time of my life enjoying every minute he was touching me. I guess I was enjoying it too much because he took my hand and placed it on his junk for me, oh yeah, he’s here too! Whoops, I have a horny Bro in need. I think I muttered I’m sorry and got busy myself. 

I know you were told that I’m not a fan of my furry body, well that was true before. But I always loved seeing a hairy chest on a guy, and I really love Marc’s hairy chest. I’ve seen that chest and belly lots of times at his pool or on my cruiser. I just never got to touch or get lost in it. Man, there’s been nothing more in my mind than running my fingers through that hairy chest of his. Since I’m being so painfully truthful to you, when I was fantasizing about his hairy chest, I was rubbing my own. I have a great furry chest, ask Marcus, there I finally said it in print. That covers my furry belly too! Just ignore everything else, okay? No, you can like me all furry if you want to, that’s what I am anyway.

We spent a long, wonderful time exploring each other’s bodies in bed. I found a new freedom and I could feel the change happening inside me. I kinda stopped wondering if Marcus was gonna hate me for being myself for once. If it ended in the morning, man, I was gonna have a lot of new stuff for my fantasy life. In reality, I did get a lot of stuff. In a couple of days, it’s gonna be back to jerking-off to a whole bunch of fact-based fantasies. Really, for real, I’m not shitting you about that part.

At the hike and campfire, it was two horny guys ditching several years of not owning who we were. Inside, that was over, it was time to really get to know each other. Oh, I don’t think I mean like what our naked bodies look like, or what our boners looked like. I’m sure it was way beyond that shit. Sometimes I wish I had all the words Marcus has to work with when I need them, like now. 

I was with my buddy naked in bed and that was better than any fantasy I ever had before. I’ve been holding back my longings for him in fear for years, now I didn’t have to any more. Inside my head, I know I was more than relieved; that weight was finally lifted off my chest. I could breathe normal around him again. After my head got it all together, I got to explore and touch him like I never did before. Better than on the trail, and better than at the campfire ring. Now we were under the sheets and it was the first time ever for us. That was so exciting, I know my breathing must have given me away. Yeah, Marcus wasn’t much better off than me. I was happy for him too.

Thinking about that time, 20 months ago, yeah, I had to do the math myself. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. I don’t know if Marcus did himself. This was like the first night of the honeymoon. After a horribly long engagement period, seven years, and nine months, and tonight we are finally in bed, and nothing is gonna stop us from anything except our own heads. Damn well better not too!

I wonder if I gave him the boner, ha hah!

I think we both had boners before we got in bed, man they were around quite a bit after we returned from the hike. Maybe the thought of spending our first night together was more than our dicks could handle. Knowing us now, I’m surprised we didn’t hit the bed as soon as we got to the cabin. Ha hah! That be pushing it though. We did everything right in my book. Now we get the one thing we both wanted for years. I know that now.

It was a little strange for me though, I kinda wanted to be the one to get him hard. Yeah, I guess I did, he had the boner before I touched him. But I was hoping I could play with his dick and feel it grow hard, I guess that’s kinda stupid. I think it was part of a fantasy of mine. Who wouldn’t want to have a big boner to play with? 

I was still fascinated by his big, shaved balls, I knew I was going to do the same one day, just as soon as I figured a way to explain that to Ellen. Man did I zero in on those balls of his on the trail! I figured a round two would be in play tonight. I knew Marc looked disappointed that I never trimmed down there, or anywhere, ouch! Since Marcus and I both wrote about that, I guess you know I fixed that for him. Personally, I had no idea I could look as good as him down there. He’s paid me back very well over the months too. I remember showing him what I did to my balls shortly after the trip. I don’t know which one of us was more excited. I know I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do with them. It was worth the wait! 🤪

Something else was new for me that night, kissing that was new. That took a while to get into for me. I’m not sure, but I think it was later, back at home before I got into kissing for real. Maybe the weeks being apart helped me get over whatever made it feel strange. Kissing is right up there with the hugging for me now. Marcus has always been a big helper for me over stuff like this. 

ROUND TWO HIKE

My favorite forever!

We added some new activity to the already awesome weekend. We got to hike and spend more time outdoors than I think we wrote about. After our first night in bed together and a shower that will never be forgotten, everything else needed to ramp up too. Hiking was more fun hanging on to each other instead of putting distance between us. I’ll tell you this much, there was a lot of stopping along the walk if we thought it was safe. I found a way to suck on his dick more than he did on mine. Don’t worry he had other things in mind for me. 

One thing I found out about myself that weekend, I loved sucking his dick! I couldn’t get enough of that, really! But I think what is so good about that is how Marcus got into it with me. Man, that was so fucking hot! I’m not even sure at this point if I ever fantasized about that before. But it’s still my favorite thing to do for him, I think. Well, there are other things too, let’s leave it at that for now, okay.

You know, once I found out there was more than being a top in my future with him, I wanted to keep trying different ways with him. I knew we’d get it just right for us one day, but at that time, man I liked him in me. He was such a gentle lover, still is. I found out more stuff about myself in a couple of days there than I did in years.

I didn't know I'd like this so much!

Maybe I loved how he’d wrap his arms around me when he was fucking me. His hands never stopped moving, he found more stuff to rub and pull on and run his fingers through. I put a couple of his fingers in my mouth while he was in me, and I sucked on them like it was his dick. I know I came without touching my dick when I was doing that. Maybe he found my prostate and his fingers were the cock I wanted to suck on. He was sucking on my earlobe at the same time. That is something we both like now. We both came together standing in the bushes, I had a feeling if someone were walking by, I’d just signal them to keep on trucking! We had gotten to a point nothing was gonna stop us now. Fortunately, the woods around the cabin seem to belong to the cabin property. We gotta get back there one day! The hike that day was so much better than the hike we had the day before. We’ve been experimenting on each other inside the cabin, outside the cabin, and now on the trail. What’s next? I’m not sure about the stability of the rowboat, but we both know how to swim! Maybe we could break-in the back seat of my truck? Like I said, there’s no stopping us now.

Maybe it’s time to close off this chapter. I bet I can find other horny times we’ve had together to write about for you. I’ve been writing this chapter while Marcus was resting or sleeping. It gives me something to do while he’s resting, plus it’s reminding me about how it all started for us. I love thinking about those times; we were horny but pretty new at everything. It was a little scary sometimes too; what if we crossed a line that we shouldn’t have. On the trail the second day, if I felt like sucking his dick, I’d just pull him over to me. He was pretty free with my body too. It was an exciting time; one minute we were walking arm in arm on the trail and then the next, our dicks were in play again. My ass got a lot of activity out there on the trail too! I don’t think we ever said no to anything that weekend. The freedom was so intense. I hoped it would continue after we got home. I just didn’t know how we were gonna pull it off with the wives around though. This was why Marcus was the MVP between the two of us; he’d figure a way for us.

As you know, it wasn’t much longer that we took a trailer to Big Sur for a week. Man, did we ever need that time together! I know I really fell in love with him that week; I knew I’d never let him go. I’d do anything to make sure I didn’t lose him to something stupid I’d do on my part. You know Big Sur was where I found out about this journal he was writing. And then I found out he published it and some of you guys reading this already knew about me. Later on, at home, Marc showed me the numbers of new readers he got in one early week. Wow, over 10,000 readers, I immediately felt like I was parading around naked in front of you guys. I wasn’t ready for that yet. But I got over it. 😅

Maybe next time I write a chapter it could be about Big Sur. I know what Marcus wrote was awesome, so I don’t know what you’d like to hear about. Maybe you can tell me what you’d like to write. I guess if you don’t tell me I’ll figure out something else on my own. 

Thanks for reading my chapters guys, old Marcus should be back to writing again for you soon I bet.

Our journal continues with Larry’s twelfth Chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/12/larrys-12th-post.html