Larry's 12th Post: More stuff you wanted to know

Hi guys it’s Larry again, I hope you don’t mind.

Marcus will get back to writing again soon, he’s had a few set backs but nothing to worry about. He’s just wanting to get back to normal faster than it’s happening for him. I don’t blame him; however, I’m really enjoying my role during his recovery. I’ll be returning to working at home again, since I only took off a few weeks to help him as a home nurse.

It’s been just like Marcus to be overdoing stuff, like his exercises, get tired and start the hurting all over again. Because of that he’s been needing the Norco drug more lately. You know, he was almost off that shit, but no, he has to overdo it and it’s back to pain city for him. I could just whoop his ass if pain is what he wants; maybe it will add some rosy color back to his fading tan butt cheeks too! Ha hah! He was told not get into the water until recently; no problem, it’s been kinda cold out here anyway. His pool hasn’t been heated in a long time now. I bet he misses it more than me though. Swimming really is his thing, has been as long as I’ve known him. 

I really liked being in the pool with him and messing around in the water like kids. I never got to do that as a kid, I guess that’s my biggest excuse. Of course, you know his pool was one place where we got to sneak sex together. That underwater seat saw a lot of action from us since that lake trip. It’s lost it’s importance now that the whole house is ours. Of course, the knee operation stopped a lot of that action too. Hey, I’m okay guys, I knew that when the knee surgery was going to be finally real for him.

Now that I’m writing about his surgery again, the thought hit me, COVID pushed his surgery date back often. And then a phone call, it was on if he wanted the surgery. That was a small window that opened for him, because it’s closed again. I know he’s going through some difficulties, but we both knew what was coming. I’m just happy that his most painful knee was replaced for him.

Anyway, things are looking up for us lately; no, we’re not back to breeding rabbits, ha hah, but we are working at finding out what we can do together. Since he can get his knee scar wet now, the one thing he wanted more than anything else was to get a real shower again. (At least he got lots of my awesome sponge baths. 😛) He’s finally had a couple of real showers with me recently. I made sure he uses the hospital walker in the shower room since I think it can get wet without harm. I didn’t think it’s was a good idea to turn on all the water sprays, but I did pick out a couple that should be okay. The one Marc loves the best is the rain shower, so of course I made sure that one is on for us. 

I asked him to please use me for balance while standing under that ceiling rain shower. You know it’s in the middle of the shower area and there’s nothing close to grab onto or lean on if he needs to do that. I want to be the one he leans on, not that flimsy hospital walker while he’s under it. I guess it sounds like I watch over him like a mothering hen, by now maybe I could lighten up on him. But he’s my responsibility now and nothing bad is gonna happen to him on my watch! That’s for fucking sure! Like I never felt this way before, I like it!

Marc’s knee scar is looking much better now, any scab he had is gone but the incision scar still looks very red to me. His home nurse told me that it will look much better soon enough, I’ll have to trust her on this. She thinks he’s mending very well. I guess one day he’ll have a matched set of scars on his knees. He’s gonna be my handsome bionic lover!

MY HORNY IS BAD 

I could tell you that when he’s not on his Norco meds, he’s a lot hornier and more like my old buddy. I’ve been trying to behave myself around him, but my own horniness gets bad at times. I hope Marc won’t hate me for saying this about him, but that’s too bad old man; I owe you! Remember, it’s all those months you where using pictures of a guy that looked like me in the journal. (I must remind me to tell about that guy in a minute.) Anyway, before I do that, I found Marc does not mind me playing with his poor little lonesome dick even on Norco. And by playing, I mean sucking mostly. I’ve been wanting to do that without him being all boned up first. So now I’m having the time of my life giving him his stiffies! The longer it takes him to get hard, the more I love it! Ha hah, I mean it too. Go figure I’d love sucking dick as much as I do. Well, don’t get carried away with that knowledge, it’s Marc’s dick I love sucking so much. I really mean it too. I should be embarrassed saying that here, but I’m not anymore. It’s something we do for each other willingly. It’s really helped me over the past few weeks, and I believe it’s been okay for him too. He was a little concerned that it was taking him too long getting an erection, I told him that this was not a problem, he could trust me on that! Off his meds, he’s been in the mood to help me out too, I appreciate the effort it might take for him. If you believe that it took effort for him, I’m a great story teller! Come on, it’s Marcus I’m talking about, you should know better by now! 😛

Hunter the other furry blonde

Oh yeah that guy I talked about above, that kinda shares body types with me, goes by “Hunter Harden” on Twitter. Graham, one of our cool followers and I were talking on email about that guy that Marcus uses to be me. He thought the guys name was Hunter Harden, so I looked and found him on Twitter as @HunterHarden. I found more pictures of him and his husband on a Google search.

I believe that’s the guy Marcus used to represent me a few times. He’s not a real light blonde like me, maybe he’s a dark blonde or ginger guy. But we sure do share the furry though. He’s with his husband in some of the pictures. I thought I read that he was married in October. That’s a word that doesn’t scare me to think about anymore.

I wonder if I had met more guys like me in real life years ago if I’d would have felt better about my own furry body. We are very much alike that way. The other thing I noticed was he seems a little thicker than me. I don’t put on weight easily, not yet anyway, not that I’d mind it though. Sometimes I wonder if I could have put on weight years ago if I would have worked so hard at putting on muscle. Talk about being a lazy ass huh? Ha hah! I’m glad I chose what I did though.

UPDATE ON NAKED JOE THE POOL GUY

I thought I should talk a bit about my new friend, Joe the pool man. The weather and Marc’s surgery has kept us out of the pool for a while, but that doesn’t stop Joe from doing his job though. I have missed seeing him for a couple of weeks since he came while we were still in bed or at least not in the kitchen where I could have seen him. I missed talking to him, he’s a cool guy and I kinda trust him not to talk about us with other clients about that time with us in the pool. Well, I’m hoping he’s that smart. 

I did finally catch up with him and asked if I could get him a cup of coffee. Joe almost backed off from joining me, but on second thought I guess, he said sure. Marcus was still in the bedroom, and I wasn’t sure if he was awake or up yet. I was up early to get started on making breakfast for us, that’s when I looked outside and caught Joe at the pool. I was dressed, sorta if Marc’s silky PJ bottoms counts. We’ve kinda dropped the naked thing once it started getting cold in the house. We get plenty of naked in the bedroom and bathroom anyway. Anyhow, I asked him to come in for coffee instead of sitting on the deck. I’m not interested in having my junk diving inside my body to stay warm if you get my drift. He followed me in through the office door and over to the kitchen to sit at our table with me. I don’t think he’s ever been inside before because he was full of compliments about the place. 

Joe asked where Marcus was and I said probably still in bed, the lazy bum, and laughed. Just a little joke. I asked why we haven’t run into him at the pool lately, he didn’t know, maybe we weren’t up yet. Good bet, but I was trying to see if there was a problem that developed later after he stripped to join us in the pool for a swim. And of course, if you read the chapter, you know he never did get dressed to service the pool after swimming with us. I thought that was cool to watch! And a first for me too, I’ll never forget that!

I kinda pushed Joe to talk about that time; I don’t want to be responsible for a problem with Joe and the job he does for Marcus. It was my idea to get him in the pool naked with us anyway. Sometimes I wonder who I am lately, I don’t know if I can call myself a conservative guy much longer. Joe made me feel comfortable talking to him for those few times I met him at the pool. Maybe because he caught me naked in the pool with Marc, I felt it was time for a payback? I did get a slipped-dick peek of him when he stooped to talk to me at the pools edge one day, just like Marc told me about. I believe I’m not embarrassed to tell you, I kinda wanted to see it for real now, no little peek. And if you remember, he did help me learn about uncut dicks without difficulty too. I know one thing about myself now, I love the freedom Marc and Joe have to be themselves, and I definitely want that freedom too. It sure beats what I’ve been doing for years. I don’t know if I’m getting this across to you guys, but being free to do or say stuff, is so fucking awesome! Well so far, it’s been with Marcus, and now Joe. Oh yeah, you guys too.

Anyway, I did get Joe to open up to me when we were drinking our coffee. I was hoping that we could just talk like a couple of regular guys, but not so horny that he gets the wrong idea about me. And I definitely stayed away from getting into Marc’s business relationship with him big time!

Joe at work

I got him to tell me he left us a little worried that he overstepped his position with us as “the pool guy.” Joe said that joining us in the pool naked was no big thing for him, it was mostly a cool guy thing anyway. However, asking us if he could finish the job without dressing was not professional at all, and he was sorry and a little more than embarrassed about it. I also noticed he said nothing about showing me how his loose foreskin worked, if anything, I’d think he’d be more embarrassed about that instead of working naked. The poor guy, it was all my doing anyway. I was the one who talked him into joining us in the pool naked and the little pee hole thing. Maybe I wanted to see how Marc would react to it; man, I’m getting to be nasty!

I found out after Joe left, that Marcus didn’t have a single problem with Joe’s behavior in or out of the pool. I needed to let Joe know that and kinda make a joke about it to make him feel better. I told him that in all the years the two of them have known each other, it was me who broke the ice and got him naked with us. And I got him to laugh too. Joe got it but still had to ask me if Marcus was really okay with him, and that I wasn’t just saying that. I was put into a corner then because I don’t know if Marcus wanted Joe to know everything we said after he left. So, I just kinda skipped around that and told him it was the most fun we’ve had to date in the backyard. And then being the new braver me, I asked him one of those questions you don’t have to answer, “How many guys ever get to see a sexy pool guy cleaning their pool naked?”

I laughed and hoped he would too; that might have been something he didn’t need to hear from me. I still want to keep him as a friend, not scare him away. I guess it worked because he said, “Thanks Larry, that makes me feel a little better now.” Okay, I didn’t screw that up! I told him not to worry about anything that happened that day, Marcus and I were both happy we made you feel comfortable enough around us that you’d even think to ask us to work that way. (I hope he’ll do that again one day when it’s warm enough, that was hot to watch. Oh, oh TMI huh?)

I don’t always understand what I choose to say sometimes, but I told him that I thought if the roles were reversed, I’d do the same thing. Does that count for empathy? (Between you and me, I don’t really know if I have the balls to do that yet. That’s just for us to know, okay?) I’m not quite the leader I think I am yet, and I have no big hurry to become one too. I’m still having fun learning about who I am and what I can get away with. I know now that I got him okay with everything except for any future naked work days. The only feedback was the nervous laugh he gave me. But you never know, I did just plant the seed in his “little brain,” the one that doesn’t always think things through very good. I know that brain well!

Joe finished his cup of coffee with me and still no Marcus showing up in the kitchen with us. Maybe he was still sleeping or is letting me have some one-on-one time with Joe. Anyway, I got a thanks for the coffee and talk before he left to service the pool. He told me to say hello to Marcus for him as he left. Too bad it’s too cold to work naked, maybe our “Big dick Joe” wouldn’t be so big out in the cold. Ha hah, can you tell I might have gotten a little horny over that chat.

I got back to preparing for our breakfast. I love doing that for us, and it’s so not the old me, so strange! I don’t know why I never thought about doing stuff like this with Ellen, maybe because she’d always kick me out of her kitchen. That was her domain, I had other stuff that needed to be done. I like cooking stuff for Marc now, he’s very supportive of that too. But I know my place around here once he’s back to normal I’m ready to let him cook again. He’s the pro around the kitchen. Maybe we can work out a 60/40 deal for me now that I’m enjoying cooking for him. Oh well, I guess I need to move on to the next topic.

BIG SUR and DISCOVERY of the JOURNAL

It was suggested that I write about what it was like finding out about Marcus’s journal blog after almost 30 chapters were written and posted. Yeah, that was a big one for me. And it happened on the second trip we went on together. 

Actually, I was told about this journal when we were at the Highway 1 roadside café a couple of days into the trip already. I guess what was troubling him got to be too much, and he needed to tell me about it. I don’t know why he didn’t tell me the minute he had a problem, but I get it now.

Finally, we get to act like we should and help each other when there’s problems. I thought we could work out whatever’s wrong together. But talk about fucking blowing me away time! Man, this was gonna take some time for me to understand everything going on. That little fucker found the horniest time in my life to bring this up to me. (That might have been his saving grace!) Anyway, I’m getting told about this journal blog for the first time ever and I don’t know why it’s bothering him so much yet. As Marcus was telling me about the blog, (what the fuck is a blog), I just didn’t process it all at one time. I’m sure this could have waited until after we got back home to know about this. But that’s not how it played out and for a good reason.

Marcus told me he was still writing his short story about the dream he had about us months ago. Okay, that seems to be taking a lot of time, he told me that a few weeks before the lake trip. That dream got us to go to the lake in the first place. Now it’s months later and it’s fucking up his brain when we should be just fucking? That doesn’t compute. Yeah, now I know why.

He told me that the short story is done and he’s writing something else now. Okay, but I don’t know what it is and why it seems to be troubling him. I want to tell him, I had this dick of mine not being busy and he could have it to play with, no problem. I guess he decided that day was perfect day to let me into his life some more. That really plucked at my heart too, man we get so much better together all the time now. We were in my truck on Highway 1 at the open Café near the campground trying to get cell signals for our iPhones. After we called our wives to say we are still alive and kicking, he filled me in with everything you guys already know about. 

He said that he published the story already. To me that means there’s this paperback book someplace and I asked if I could read it sometime. I figured he’s my good buddy I should support him and whatever he wrote. I remembered the dream was about going to the woods and staying in a cabin on the lake. Like real guy stuff, you know fishing, and hiking and building campfires. Oh yeah, campfire coffee and hot dogs, too. I didn’t know how you could make something like that into a story unless he runs into BigFoot or something. Maybe an axe murderer?  

Marc told me that some guy from the U.K. he knows from the Internet read his story and loved it. Cool, now I really want to read it too. In fact, lots of guys like it and suggested that he write about the guys in the story after they get home from the lake. Okay, now I’m back at could this get more boring? 

Marcus later told me that he decided to write in a journal format instead of a finished story. Now believe it or not, I do know what a journal is and had to write one back in the dark period of my life. Thankfully, I never had to read what I wrote too. He said if I wanted, I could read his story on his iPad when we got back to the trailer. He told me it was in Microsoft Word files, but since we were without a WiFi connection I’d have to wait until we got home to read it with pictures. Pictures huh? Yeah, he said that there were pictures to help illustrate the stories. I like pictures, sounds nice.

The only problem I could think about was if I read the story, I’m gonna miss out on having maximum hot sex with him. Or just maybe I could talk him into servicing my dick while I was reading it. Okay, I’m gonna stop here because there was no fucking way in hell, I would have thought that or said that back then! You see, horny Larry is writing this not timid Mark who was just finding out how much his dick was missing out on. Now I know! Ha hah!

Curiosity ruled back at the trailer, and not my dick. 😥 For a while anyway. I asked Marc if I could read his story while he took a nap to rest up for later, just as long as he didn’t play with his dick. I’m pretty sure I said that to him too and laughed it off. He might have promised, but I was already reading the Prologue he wrote and forgot to listen to him anyway. That chapter seemed kinda familiar to what we talked about over coffee once. Actually, after reading the Prologue and the first chapter, I was feeling very horny. Horny enough to relocate my growing dick to a more comfortable position in my jeans.

There was one small thing I needed to clear up with Marc after I finished reading his first chapter. I was sure I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from him. These horny guys, “Marcus and Larry” are really us with different names, right? Maybe I didn’t want to think that because I was getting into what they were doing, like really into it. I never read porn or sexy stuff with guys before, but this thing he wrote was kinda hot. Man, I’d never think my buddy Marcus could write stuff like this. I guess you never really know everything about your friends. 

Marc's idea of what I look like

I thought it was gonna be a fictional story based on a dream he had. I don’t know these guys at all, but I bet I’d like to know more about them. Okay, now you’re thinking “Man, Larry’s a little dense!” No, it was fun fantasy I was expecting to read. I didn’t expect it to be something that was real. Well, they didn’t have our names. There was a short time that I was not happy about the sex he wrote about, but he didn’t use my name or his, I guess we are safe. To answer the question was I mad or upset about the journal, no. I got over that fast. There was this little slip of the tongue of his about pictures that I couldn’t see in Big Sur. Especially when he said there was this guy, he used for me that might be a little too close to what I look like. But he said not the face, just the body type. (I don’t think I have as big a bubble butt like him though.) He said he put pictures like him in there too, so he wasn’t being unfair. Well, I’ll see once I got home. (No, I liked the pictures, they made the horny chapters even hornier! I think so!)

My soft belly Marcus

I was thinking more about the Prologue chapter after I wrote the above and saw that picture Marcus used to represent himself to you guys. Wow, I forgot a couple of years ago he was about 40 pound heavier. Maybe more now since his surgery. Well, I’m putting it here too since I was so into his soft furry belly. I know from myself looking at yourself and not liking what you see is awful. I apologize Marc for using it here. But you did pick out the picture yourself back then. (Did you notice his “soft boner?” 😛)

Our lives changed so much after the lake trip, like it’s all good; great, it’s was all really great. We only had a couple of months under our belts having awesome sex whenever we had a chance. I mean I really was into what we were doing, I never had sex so good in my whole life. But that was happening to me as my old self, old conservative in the closet and let’s keep it there, Mark. Now I’m reading about all the private sex Marcus and I were having, that’s ah, kinda awkward for me. Well old me. Hell, now I’ll draw you a fucking picture if you don’t get it! Ha hah, blame Marcus, he made me get this way! 🤪

I think it was after a couple more chapters that I got way over him writing about our sex life and I’m wondering if he missed something good! 😂 He does too! If you have read everything he’s written, there are times where he says, use your imagination, and he goes on to another topic. I talked to him about that and he said that people need to use their imaginations more. You can bet that’s the artist in him talking. 

Ha hah, I think Marcus invented Larry as more of a “street guy.” You know, tell it as it is kinda guy. I don’t think he invented me at all, I think I’ve been him underneath for my whole life, Marcus knew how to free me, that’s all. Of course, it helps that you guys let me be myself too. 

Sometimes when I’m alone and thinking lately, I wonder how the two of us would have ended up if I was never Mark, just the Larry you and Marcus know now. You know, my wife doesn’t even know Larry. I don’t think she’d like me as Larry at all, I might scare her with what might come out of my mouth at times. I’m exactly what Marcus wants; I really am sure of that now. Man, he’s always been what I needed, especially now. Okay, especially before his knee surgery. 😆 Yeah, even after the surgery too, I love taking care of him, I will always be here for him.

IN CASE YOU NEVER READ MARC’S BIG SUR CHAPTERS 

For those of you who never read Marcus’s Big Sur chapters, 27 through 34, I’ll write some of my thoughts about them here, but you might want to read them to know much more about us.

After the lake trip, wow, did we learn stuff about ourselves. It was very clear what was missing between us, but how were we gonna get free enough to do anything about it. Other than sneaking around late at night behind the wives back, we were gonna need this trip for the time needed together. Big Sur was finally going to be how it gets fixed, and for a whole fucking week too!

Well, again it was our wives helping us get away once more. Once I knew it was gonna happen for real, I mentally planned on wearing my dick out before coming home, seriously! Don’t think that Marcus felt any different too! Who knew when we’d get time like this again. We didn’t.

We both knew the week away was all ours for sex, plain and simple, anything else would-be pure gravy. And we are taking a bed with us too; it’s being towed behind my truck inside a shiny tin can trailer. Man, once we got away from home, we should have found a safe spot on the road to stop and take care of business; but no, we kept pushing on to the coast. Probably good that we did though.

That trip was back in May of 2019. Big Sur is a place I’ve never been to before and we got to camp under the Coastal Redwoods too. This promised to be one of my favorite vacations ever. Well, it was in a tin can trailer, not a tent, that would have ended it for Marcus. The trailer was a small one, but it had everything we needed. And it gave us time, the time to be together, to work out all the horny shit we had built up after the first trip a few weeks earlier. I’m not sure if he ever mentioned the privacy we had there, because we had a lot of that, and rain, we had a lot of that too. We had some great firsts that week, I think I might have racked up more of the firsts though, but who’s counting.

Marcus was so into wanting to show off how beautiful Big Sur area was to me. He had hiking plans, maybe a trip to a nude beach, and some surprise stuff for me too. I would have been very happy if I were stuck in bed with him for a week. Yes, I was that fucking horny! It was insane around our houses trying to figure out how we could carry on what we had at the lake. 

Before you think the week was a bust, oh no it wasn’t! We did take total advantage of all the alone time in the trailer, rain or not! Actually, the rain really worked in our favor. I was ready to see how much sex was too much! Ha hah, right, there’s never gonna be too much sex for us! If you remember the sad story of our sex lives at home with the wives and compare that to what you know about the two of us together now, I expect our dicks are gonna fucking hurt real good! 

I don’t remember if Marcus wrote about the first thing we did after setting up the trailer campsite, but if checking out the bed comes to your mind, bingo! I think we might have used up a few choice sunny hours during a very rainy week that way. Can you imagine how horny we got after four long hours on the road? It certainly wound up my sexual main spring, Marc’s too.

I expected to take my clues from Marcus that week, that’s why I started to wonder what was going on in his head after a while. I’m sure it wasn’t the sex because we had that under control! When we weren’t in bed together, he looked like his head was someplace else though. Maybe he’s worried about work, or how we will explain what went on in the trailer to our wives when we get back home. It’s starting to worry me that it might be me doing it to him. I had no idea how to approach him on this, but I was feeling kinda bad for him, something was bothering him for a couple of days now. 

Anyway, I found out about the journal in Big Sur. Maybe I wouldn’t have learned about it if sex weren’t on our agenda all the time. I really did noticed that poor Marcus was acting a little stressed out at times; I was hoping it wasn’t something I was doing to him. I don’t think so unless it was the idea of having uninterrupted non-stop sex with me. Nah, not my buddy, not me either! 

Marcus told me he writes in his journal every time we are together. Oh yeah, that’s nice I guess, I don’t, maybe I should. No, that wasn’t really the problem, it was trying to write without me knowing he was doing it. I asked him why would I care? Unless he’s writing nasty shit about me, and I don’t think that’s the case at all. He said he needs to write stuff before he forgets, and he didn’t want to take time away from us. I think I told him that I could fix that, I will do fun stuff, and he can write about it! Easy breezy! He said maybe I should read what he’s writing instead.

This Big Sur vacation or what he called “Mancation 2,” was going to let us discover how far we were going to take the horny stuff we started a couple of months earlier. Maybe after a week of 24/7 together we’d be over the horny shit and get back to just Bros. Well maybe, but the other half of the party had other ideas. I’m not saying that I wasn’t onboard with him though. Man, I can’t believe I had to write that. Fuck, I was his copilot!

Well, that’s kinda old news. I really got into reading about me from his point of view, that was a first for me, and I liked it! I got to read it without grammar corrections too. I don’t feel so bad now about my writing, ha hah! But I wonder how I’d handle the stories if I saw the pictures at the same time. Probably would have freaked me out. But, after a week doing what we needed to do for us and then going back home to read the stories online with the pictures, I was a big fan of the blog. I hope that helps you a bit about me being in the journal before I knew about it.

ALASKA CRUISE: PETE, and MAURICE STATEROOM SEX

There’s a last story about us getting caught naked on a cruise ship I can write about, but maybe I should write a little bit of background for those of you who didn’t read those chapters.

The four of us took a Summer cruise to Alaska, it was our third cruise together. Maybe “three’s the charm” really works because this time it was awesome. Marc and I worked long and hard trying to come up with ideas on how to get together and not get caught. If we only knew what was coming. Can you imagine how much more fun the cruise would have been if everything were like it is now! But we did have some things go our way. We could have been at Lake Tahoe in a big house, that was the first plan. The wives love to play the slots for hours at the casinos; we could have knocked off a few hours in bed ourselves, but no we were on a fucking cruise with no real plan in hand. 

Whenever we have cruised together, we arrange for adjoining mini suites with connecting balconies. Sure, makes cruising more fun that way for us. Marcus and I finally knew how to have fun on the balcony on the Alaskan cruise. The older cruises we just sat outside and talked no action. Sad huh.

Marcus and I had worked out a plan on how we’d get together if we vacationed at Lake Tahoe with the wives. We would head to Reno for a couple of days to check out the Auto Collection as the excuse. We might actually have done that too if we ever left the hotel room. Maybe you can tell how desperate we were trying to get time alone back then. However, the cruise had something even better.

As luck would have it for us, we did meet a couple of guys on the cruise that actually were long time followers of our blog. They had read the chapter where Marc wrote about the cruise ship and our itinerary, and realized it was the same one they and their friends had booked too.

You know Marcus gave you good descriptions of us and even tried to find pictures of guys that resembled us too. If anyone wanted to find us, like these guys did, it wouldn’t take much doing, we kinda stand out good! Oh yeah, we are coffee dudes, you might check out the Starbucks onboard the ship to find us there.

Finding us was probably the best thing that happened to us on the ship. I don’t want to rewrite everything that Marcus wrote, but I really, really liked meeting Pete. Man, he knew so much about the Beatles, one of my favorite bands that was done and gone before I was even born. But I loved listening to their music when I was a teenager. I had the greatest time chatting with him, almost forgot I was with my buddy. That’s okay though because Pete’s mate Maurice, the older French dude, was way into Marcus. Ha hah, I still think it made Marc very nervous. I figured he could handle him, he handles me okay, and I’m a lot to handle! You can take that any way you want because it will probably be right! Ha hah!

You know the entire time I was talking to Pete I never thought of him as someone I’d want to have sex with, sorry if you are still reading our chapters Pete. I just liked the vibe between us, it was different from what Marc and I have together. I was a lot freer than I usually am around guys too.

I knew right off that these two guys were gay, and partners. It was so cool to see how free they were, nothing like us trying to hide all the time. They were the first openly gay guys I ever met, and it was fun being with them. I really liked they thought Marcus and I were lovers. We have been for a while now and I was starting to see a future that looked like that way for us, at least I knew I wanted it more than ever now. I had this enormous growing love for Marcus and no real way to live it out with him. Something had to change soon.

If you read Marc’s chapter you know they offered us the use of their suite for an afternoon of love making. (You should read his Chapter 50 to get Marc’s version of the story.) Anyway, I was asked by some of you and once by Marcus why in the hell did, I let Peter and Maurice back into the room at the time that we were still naked. That’s an easy to answer question. Although it might be a long one. 

Before they returned to the stateroom, Marc and I just had the best bed sex ever, you know the kind that should have your dick screaming enough already, give me a fucking break will ya! The kind of sex that your dick should shrink back to a nubbin, and yet it doesn’t. 

We knew time was running out and maybe we needed to get their room back together. While we were on either side of the bed making it up for them, I saw Marc’s dick still all really full and thick; it certainly kept my dick looking pretty much the same way. You know we’re not big dick guys anyway, but I bet we both looked fucking awesome to anyone seeing us. Well guess what....

I do remember being the one who opened the door for them, because I was hiding behind the door as I opened it, that must say I was aware of being naked, I guess. Besides there are always people walking in the hallways, and they look into the rooms. I know because I did all the time. You never know what you’re gonna see. I would have loved seeing old Marc standing there all naked! 😜

Marcus was standing on the opposite side of the room with the look of horror on his face as I hugged each one of them as they entered the room. But to his credit he did not try to cover up his junk for them. He always talks about my growth, that was really big growth for him. I was amazed with him when he walked over to greet them with a hug ignoring his own nakedness. Oh, you can bet he knew exactly how naked he was, and I figured he was playing it off of me at the time. You didn’t read anything like that in his chapter though. And you didn’t read that we stayed naked talking with them for a little while as they tried to debriefed us. We didn’t give them too much though; they are going to need to read about it in his chapters. Ha hah! (I wasn’t even thinking about writing back then.)

Soft Boner a heartbeat of blood away from Bonerville

Marcus tried to write about how we had these “soft boners” or something like that, when I let them back into their room. Ha hah, that doesn’t sound right, “boner = hard,” not soft. I hate to correct him, so I made up the picture above to show what he means about “soft boners.” Hell, I even got an email from someone on that too. You see there’s this special time for “grower dudes,” yeah that’s me too, when we become “shower dudes” just like most guys are, and then boing goes the boner. Well in the suite with Maurice and Peter, we both had “soft boners” when we really should have had “nubbins.” Ha hah, we were just a tiny bit short on blood supply to our dicks, that’s all. You get him now?

I’m sure what he meant to say was our dicks were “one heartbeat of blood away from Bonerville.” If Marc could stay “one heartbeat away” all the time, you’d never hear another fucking word about his “grower dick” from him! I could like that! Don’t worry I’m working on that for him. Hey, if I can learn to love my furry body, he can learn to love his “stretchy” dick! Right?

There was no question that Pete was into me more than Maurice, his eyes were undressing me, and I was already buck-ass naked. It was a little strange feeling, but I bet I’d do the same if he were the naked one instead. I could see from what little he was wearing that we both are pretty furry dudes. He’s more of a stocky type of bear, you know, like a really thick core. But his fur is very dark. Maybe my blonde furry ass caught his attention, you don’t think it was my “heartbeat away from boner,” do you? Ha hah! 

Here I was, couldn’t be any more naked, talking to my new Beatles friend as if this is something I do all the time! I hope he doesn’t think I’m trying to get him naked with us too! I liked our conversations about the Beatles, but that was it. Oh, I don’t mean that the way it sounds. Pete’s a really cool guy, and I’m so glad I met him. Man, he made me feel so comfortable when I was undressed in front of him, but I have my horny all wrapped around Marcus.

Marcus planted one on me in front of them

Maurice and Marcus were having a private conversation at the far side of the room and I noticed there’s kinda big difference between Maurice and Peter. Maurice was big on having his hands on my Marcus, maybe it’s a French thing but if I see his hand any closer to Marc’s ass, I’m breaking this fucking talk session up! I thought Pete was undressing me with his eyes, Maurice looked like he was going to take Marc by his dick to the bathroom for some privacy. Uh uh, no fucking way dude! 

I’m sure Marcus saw the look I was giving them and came over to me and kissed me right in front of them. Not as passionate a kiss as earlier, but passionate enough to tell them we belonged together. That made me feel better, but it didn’t stop me from looking for my pants, and I found them and grabbed Marc’s pants too and handed them to him. Time to pick up the wives I said. 

I know you didn’t see any of this in Marc’s chapters, and I know why, it was very special what they did for us. And he wasn’t going to bust them for maybe getting a little horny themselves. I get it, Marcus is very good looking dressed up, you should see him all naked, uh uh, no you don’t! 😅 I didn’t know I would be so possessive of my buddy, but I am. And I don’t care if you know that about me. Marcus means everything to me, and I’m not sharing him! I’m not gonna fuck around with anyone myself too. It’s taking so many years to get to this relationship we have now. I can’t imagine losing him because I did something fucking stupid. I’m sure he feels the same way about me. You guys probably know that about us anyway.

Marcus wrote about how we left their stateroom, he got it right. We actually kissed them, like on the lips too! Nothing passionate, but that was something new and unexpected. We even got to spend more time with them on the cruise and learned that they kinda suspected who we were too. Like I said above, they have followed Marcus from the start of the blog, they knew everything necessary to find us. Maybe next time I should wear a hoodie with really long sleeves and shave my blonde beard and wear dark glasses too. Then maybe I won’t stick out so much. Ha hah. Forget shaving my beard, I’ve never seen me without a beard since I was young. I grew a beard in my teens. 

MORE OF MY THOUGHTS ON MAURICE & PETER

Well, I’m not writing all about the cruise that was in Marcus’s chapters. But I am writing about some of my memories that seem to be coming up. There’s lots of stuff I never really forgot, I guess. I still have some thoughts on that stateroom meeting with them. So here goes.

There are still times when I try to figure out how I got to being me around Marcus. Yeah, I know, he’s been in my head for years. I know for a fact that no one else got into my head like him. And I know it scared the shit out of me for years. I wanted so much to just be with him without fear of losing him as my best friend. Back on the cruise, I didn’t know we’d get to where we are today. We had been sneaking around behind our wives backs, to have whatever sex we could pull off. And on the cruise, we were still doing that. Marc’s idea of the Spa date for them was fucking brilliant. We could have returned to one of our staterooms, but housekeeping pops in and out at any time. We could have put up the “Do Not Disturb” card but if the wives came back to a unmade room, we’d have to explain that somehow. 

What a wonderful thing to run into a couple of cool guys and bears too! I couldn’t imagine that they wanted us to get that privacy time we so wanted and needed. Peter was a really cool guy, I guess Maurice was too. Pete and I got to be friends really quick. Especially when I found out he and I shared something in common. It was talking about the Beatles and then seeing a really great cover band with him was so fucking awesome. Marc and I talk about a lot of stuff, but never the Beatles. I don’t think he’s a big fan of them. 

Pete my furry friend

The other comfortable thing about hanging with Pete was he’s as big a furry dude as me. He seemed so comfortable in his skin, and I want to be like that too. Marcus did a great job on my head over the years, it showed I think when we were naked with them in the room. I think I get what being a bear is about now. Marc and a couple of you guys call me a muscle bear, that sounds so cool to me. Calling Marcus, a bear would be pushing it, but he sure is a bear lover. IDK, does having a hairy chest and belly and bony hips qualify him to be a bear? Man, this knee operation has him losing weight again. I bet he’s about my weight now. You watch me get him some cushion back in a few more weeks. I know he loves losing weight, I get it.

Another thought I had was after all the sex we needed so badly, and how fucking awesome it was, I think I can say we wanted to share what we were feeling with them. Maybe that could have been just old horny me thinking that. We went on the cruise convinced we’d never get any time together, and this happens. How could you not want to share the joy! Hey, I bet if you just had the afternoon we had together, you’d feel the same way. 

I guess you know by now that I have no experience of hanging around naked guys in gym locker rooms or the shower rooms; not like Marcus has. I’ll tell all of you right now, I didn’t mind being naked in front of those guys at all. Fuck, they were furry bears too and I kinda loved seeing it! Maybe I’m getting to be a show-off or something. Marcus is always telling me how hot looking I am to him, maybe I’m starting to belief that shit. Besides, I loved the idea that my old sexy Marcus was naked with me at the time, that really helped. Maybe, and just maybe, because I don’t know for sure, that I wished we were all naked together. Why not? Maybe I’m ready to experience stuff like that finally. And remember, there’s what happened with Joe too. I’ve been talking about going to a nude beach with Marcus for a while now, maybe I’m ready for a lot more now. 

Before you start feeling really bad for Marcus, or mad at me for not thinking things through, let me tell you, I wasn’t alone feeling comfortable with them in the room with us. If we were so upset maybe we’d have gotten dressed sooner. Neither one of us went for our pants right away. I’m not sure if I remembered exactly where we left them anyway, or how long we stayed naked with them. Our new friends didn’t seem to mind that at all. I know we had to leave them to go pick up our wives at the Spa.

I’M DONE FOR NOW

I think I ran out of things to talk about now. I hope you didn’t mind reading what goes though my brain once in a while. I know Marcus owes us a chapter but when he’s hurting it’s better that he doesn’t write, I think. He’ll hate reading negative stuff, I just know that about him. I also think the COVID thing is bothering him a lot lately, there’s so much sad news to read about it. Besides the shutdowns are getting to both of us too. Just when he’s getting better at going out of the house, we are asked not to do that. Safety first I guess that way maybe when it’s all over he’ll be really ready to leave the house on his own.

I was hoping I’d get this chapter finished a long time ago. Some of you know I got a year older this week. On Wednesday the 9th of December, I turned 54 years old, I’m trying to catch up to my old buddy. Well, he has slowed down quite a bit lately, that ought to help me. He so wanted to do something special for me, but I told him maybe later next year we can celebrate both of our birthdays together. Maybe some of the limitations of COVID will be removed by then too.  Right now, my best present is being with him 24/7 and taking care of him the best I know how.

I love you guys, please wear a mask, and stay safe.

In case you want to see my Marcus Knee Updates use this link:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/10/marcus-knee-update-10-23.html

M. Larry

Our journal continues in Chapter 74:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2020/12/ch-74-merry-christmas-guys.html