Larry's 14th Post: Hey, remember me, the furry guy!

It’s been a long time since I wrote something for our journal. In case you forgot me, I’m Larry, Marc’s furry buddy. Man, I’m glad I can say that without that nasty taste in the back of my throat! Nothing really that earthshaking has gone down since the last time I wrote a chapter though. Except for I’m back to driving to work to my Elk Grove office again, and I don’t like it one bit! I loved working from home full time to help Marcus after his knee surgery and of course Covid; I wish I could do that all the time! Well, at least I do two days a week at home which is nice, but there are some things that I can only do with equipment in the main office. I do understand the need, but I don’t have to like it, right!

I hate the commute more than anything, always have; I do leave way earlier than I need to avoid some of the crush on the freeway. But it’s still very busy and it sucks! I see that Marc told you that he gets up and makes my breakfast for me, he really does and that’s super cool. I told him he could sleep in if he wants to, but I’m really glad he does get up to be with me. Ellen and I used to get up early together because we both had that nasty commute to deal with every day. Back when I was living in my own house with Ellen, there was never enough time getting ready for work to have a good breakfast at home. Yeah, I know get your ass up earlier and you can, but we were up around 5:00am and that already sucks! We’d get to eat something at work or on the way to work. It always was just keep it moving, and I’ll see ya later kinda thing with us. Sound familiar to anyone?

If you’ve been reading our blog regularly, you know that Marc’s been on me to think about quitting, like retire. Maybe do something else instead. I know I said I hate the commute, but it’s just something I’ve done and complained about for years. We’ve been living North East of Sacramento in Granite Bay for the last 10 years instead of our old house in the South Sacramento area, which makes it even further to work now. What I really hate more lately is being away from Marcus all day and not getting to work in our office with him. I know you must think we we’re doing everything but working in there, but we do spend a lot of time at our desks. Not on them! Well, sometimes we do. That’s one way to clear the work off the desk! Hahah! I had to say that, or you’d forget I can have a sexy sense of humor too.

Quit my job, yeah, I’ve been thinking about it all the time now. (Thanks Marc!) I’m good at what I do, and I get paid good enough. Marc says not to worry about expenses, but I do. I don’t mooch off my buddy, we split the cost of everything. I appreciate his offer though; his heart is always in the right place. We’ll see about quitting one day, I’d really like to work out of the house all the time now. I really haven’t had a stressful day once here yet, probably because Marc and I know when to give each other the space we need while at work.

Well, if I can’t get back to working from home full time, maybe I will just ditch this job of mine. Any of you guys reading this want to give me your thoughts, I’m all ears! I get a lot of good advice from you guys and I like that. I do think maybe I’m too young to think about retirement, what would I do with myself when it gets boring. Marcus you never read that!

Marc and I talked about buying a getaway place together, like a cabin or maybe a houseboat, (my idea). And he has mentioned that maybe I could do any needed renovations to keep myself busy if I do quit my job. Well, we are still talking about that, just haven’t pinned it down yet. The Covid thing has kept us from really going for it. That’s the best excuse we have for now. I do think we are on the cabin in the woods page more than anything else. 

You know from the journal our lives changed drastically with our first trip to the little cabin at the lake and forest. I wonder sometimes, even if it’s silly nonsense, if we buy our own cabin will it ever be as good as it was the first time. Then I think it so amazing that we couldn’t wait to do it again for longer than just a weekend. And that ended up a short time later in Big Sur in an Airstream trailer we rented. That was freak'n awesome, like a whole week together for the first time ever. The rainy weather was kinda welcome, (ya think), gave us reason to stay inside and be naked. No sneaking around, no getting caught being horny us. We also had a long weekend in Sausalito on the SF Bay too. Man, all great memories but now we get to live all the time together, and that’s even better than everything I just wrote about. 

I was gonna say Marcus is fun to be around, that’s not quite right, we both try to make it fun to be around each other. I love it when I make him laugh and get all sexy on me. It’s way different than living with our wives though, and not just the sex, it’s the bond that I didn’t expect to get so strong years ago.

Marcus also wrote something about me building an elevated garden bed or build a small greenhouse to keep busy if I retire. I mean maybe it’s a good idea even if I don’t retire and could just work from home, that’s a couple of hours a day not on the road that I could devote to that. But I am back to commuting three days a week and that became a much smaller idea. I was thinking along the lines of a small walkthrough greenhouse instead of a raised garden. I just don’t have a lot of time watching over a garden but maybe a greenhouse would be less time consuming, IDK. I saw some styles available at Amazon but it’s just a matter of what we would use it for. Plus, if Marcus would like to help with its care. Maybe now that he has absolutely nothing to do, he might want to help. Maybe. I can see him asking the gardener Aldo to take over. I’m just thinking like him here. I know him a lot better than ever before now. 😉 Perhaps you’ll read something from him about that one day. Right now, I’ve got a lot to deal with and being a farmer ain’t high on my bucket list.

THERE WAS ONE THING MARCUS JUST WROTE…

If you read Marc’s last chapter, he confirmed that he is now gainfully unemployed. And I think he’s going to be happy with that eventually. It was really tough on him, (on us), and I’m glad he didn’t write anything when he was struggling with that. He gave up a lot by retiring, and the promise of much more to come. Well, I don’t think he’ll be unemployed for long, he does want to teach again. But there was one sentence that really got to me. I’ll copy and paste it here. “If there was never a Larry in my life, you can bet I’d take the position offered and then turn into my own version of Pops.”

When I agreed to write something at least once for the journal I had no idea how hard it would be to think of something to write about. Marcus told me it’s not that hard, just write what’s in my head at the time. The words are all there for me. Ya right, works for him. But he was right once I stopped the negative thinking. I do that all the time now, I bet you have figured that out for yourself by now. BUT, if that’s how he writes too, then what he wrote was in his head too. 

“Hello, I’m Larry, used to be Mark”, either way he gave up a great position because of me. I don’t know how to handle that. I mean, wow, how could I mean so much to him that he gave up a great job and a promised promotion to CEO maybe even President of his firm too. That doesn’t make sense for a guy who gave up a normal sex life for the power he held as COO for years. This is too weird even for me, and I get what weird can be. When I read that and it sunk in, it hit me hard, as much as we need and love each other, why should he need to give up so much. I’m honored he feels like that, but what if one day he becomes sorry over the choice.

I know I can be selfish about sharing our time together, even if it’s work time. He was probably right thinking if he were hardly ever home because of work, something could happen to our relationship. He said he didn’t want me to be the second Lisa in his life. I did get what he meant immediately because it’s something we’ve talked about. Another thing we’ve talked about a lot was how much we hate being apart from each other. There’s no comparison between what we have together now to what married life with our wives was like.

I’ve been trying to work through this by myself right now. It’s time to talk to Marc because I hate feeling guilty over this, but there’s this sneaky bastard that lives in my gut and he’s jumping for joy that Marcus chose me instead. This feeling bounces from weird to guilty to happy and back. Maybe a good fucking session between us will clear this new shit out of my head for me. It better! I said it was weird!

YEAH, ABOUT THOSE WIVES OF OURS

Speaking about our wives, I know neither one of us have written much about them lately. Especially about the renovations they are doing on my house. I’ve been curious about what they were doing and how quiet they’ve been about it too. I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I did arrange to meet with Ellen over coffee for a conversation I’ve needed for some time now. Marc was told about my wanting this meeting and I shared everything I learned with him. I did ask him if it was okay to bring up what I learned here in the journal. He’s cool with it. Why not, he won’t have to write about it himself now. 

Ellen and I met at a Starbucks, and not the special coffeehouse that Marc and I usually go to. IDK, I think that place is for us only, I didn’t want to spoil it for us if it all blew up in my face. Actually, it was a commute day for her, not me. Somehow, I talked her into not carpooling to Sacramento with Lisa that day and head for the office a bit late. I figured a short visit in a public place would keep us from having an argument; don’t ask why I even thought that. Don’t ask why I do anything I do, IDK. Well, no arguments, a really nice short meeting was the result. Maybe because I was on my best behavior, I just didn’t want to get into a fight over anything, I just wanted some information, I guess. Marcus might call it closure.

During our conversation Ellen invited us both over sometime soon to see how a few of the renovations were going. It sure is taking them a long time getting done with it though. Maybe if they had a real plan, it would be over and done with by now. I think that is the plan, having no plan keeps them there together working on that. That plan works for us too because we have no plans on changing our living arrangements, period!

She did cut right through my heart with what she said they did to my “man cave,” at least I called it that; some might call it a “very manly den with a usefully lockable door.” She said it’s now done and it’s their office done in pinks and purples. Did she paint over my gorgeous walnut hardwood wainscoting? I don’t even want to know now. However, their colors reminded me about Lisa’s private “Zen” walled-in garden off Marc’s master bedroom. I wrote about that place once. I still go there often, and I do take care of the plants for her. Who am I kidding, I take care of the plants for me, I like doing that, it’s very calming and maybe I do have a soft spot in me for this kind of thing. She laid out some of the other touches done already, and it’s giving me the idea I won’t recognize anything when I get there. At least Marc and I haven’t done anything to change our place. It’s enough just keeping it clean. 

Hanging with Marc all the time and watching and learning how he handles difficult situations in our home office, it’s had to rub off on me eventually. I think that’s a good thing though because I just asked her right out, if Lisa and she planned on making their living arrangement kinda permanent. She answered me back with a question instead if we had planned on keeping ours permanent. I wanted to say, “I asked you first!” But decided it would sound childish and told her I was very sure it was. There it’s done, and I was honest with her. She said she thought that and maybe it would be the best for us. That was too easy, maybe there’s something about Marc’s idea of not lying about stuff, huh. (Forget we lied about our feelings to each other for years, okay.)

Since she didn’t answer my question, I asked a different question, if their living arrangement was working out okay for them too. She answered again with another question and said why wouldn’t it be okay. That sounded real defensive and I’m beginning to think I’ve got more learning to do on communication with females. I didn’t have anything in mind to say on that, I just kinda shrugged the question off for a bit before saying that I thought they were a lot alike, I guess. Maybe I was asking the wrong questions because I’m back to guessing again. 

She just started to ask questions about us again and got right to the point and asked if Marcus and I had any definite plans for the future. I thought at first not to tell her anything, teach her not to answer my questions. But then I thought, just tell her, and get over with. That Marc and I want to buy some kind of getaway property, maybe a fixer-upper cabin would be great. She also wanted to know if Marcus was planning on selling the place. I told her it was something he talks about, but that I wasn’t sure. I didn’t tell her that I was against him selling in the first place. That’s between me and Marc only. 

I wondered if they had any selling plans after the renovations were over but considering how she’s avoided answering my questions so far, screw it! Besides, we have no prenup with our common property, she’d need my signature to sell it anyway. Like I said, I wondered, I didn’t ask. I think the renovations are to please them, not buyers or me. 

Part of me really likes that our wives are close by if they need us for something. It’s hard to turn my back on her, I still love her in my way. Nothing like with Marc though, that’s the kind of love I can’t imagine living without now. I wish I had all those words I need to try and explain that love, I get tongue-tied sometimes. You know it’s something I feel deep inside me, I never felt like that with anyone other than Marcus. I kinda tried but struggled is more like it, maybe I’m too embarrassed to tell her how I really feel about Marcus. I told her just enough to let her know I’m really happy the way things are between us. I think she wanted to hear that from me too. But you know she doesn’t say much about how she feels about Lisa, not like I tried to do. Maybe she doesn’t want me to know more than what we guess about them. Like I said, I gotta a lot to learn about talking to women yet, you’d think I’d know by now huh!

That meeting had to end if she was ever going to get to work. I got a little hug, but no kiss from her and a thanks for the coffee and conversation. That maybe we could do it more often. See that’s scares me, what does that mean, is she trying to get me back or just to be good friends. I asked her, “We’re still good friends, right?” “Of course, we are.” And off she headed to her car. I stayed still watching her until she left the parking lot. I took a deep breath and told myself that went well. I hope it did, but I couldn’t wait to head back home to hang with Marcus for a while before starting work myself. When I got home, I asked Marc if I could just have a hug for as long as I needed. I really didn’t need to ask him that, we are way beyond needing words at times like this. I never had a relationship with anyone like the one I have with Marc now, I never want to lose that, not ever!

MAYBE FOR THE LAST TIME TOPIC

I don’t want to beat this topic to death since it pops up a lot. You know by now that I have struggled with body image issues my whole life. I know some of you who might remember a picture Marcus used of me could be saying, “Give me a fucking break Larry, body issues!” I know it’s lame-ass now, but it was hard to deal with. I was very thin for my young life, maybe it’s genetics, maybe abuse, but I couldn’t gain weight. Super-skinny guy, working out and for years too, changed what depressed me. Yeah, only part of what depressed me, like could life be even more depressing! I never got into the dating thing guys do, I married young. Only one girlfriend, Ellen who got behind my body building for years, but was always on me to shave off what hid my growing muscles. A lot of body builders do shave for competition. I never thought about competition for myself though. I don’t think I worked out for years just to look great or show off my body, I just wanted stop being so damn thin.

Anyway, before you think I’m bragging about my body, I’m not, I hope not! I have spent some time recently looking at Marcus’ Twitter and NewTumbl pages and found a couple of real furry guys he follows. (In case you wondered, I don’t have any active accounts of my own, never crossed my mind.) Anyway, I was amazed at how comfortable these guys were in their photographs. Like they loved being furry guys. I wondered if they were ever bullied when they were young. How would they handle being called “monkey-boy.” Maybe they never had the verbal abuse like me. Anyway, I’m way over that shit by now. Marc can’t get enough of me the way I am, he’d never ask me to shave my body like you know who. I know that because he told me a couple of years ago. I’m gonna put two pictures I saved from Marc’s pages. I swear just looking at them gives me great support about accepting myself and I hope one day I will feel super comfortable with more people. Right now, only two men have seen me naked or at least shirtless, Marcus and Joe our pool guy. I really like Joe as my new friend, he has made me feel super comfortable around him, even when I’ve been naked. Maybe he’s attracted to furry guys like Marcus.  

I hope you don’t mind me showing these furry guys here. You know by now that I’m a very light blond guy, I found a picture that kinda looks like my kind of curly blond fur. This is gutsy move for old Mark, but cool for Larry now! What do you think?

That's Hunter Harden, guy a little like me, and Teddy Bear all from Twitter

I just want you to know that I like myself finally and I’m glad that I’m happy to be me for once in my life. If you want to talk about this with me, feel free I like talking to you guys. Just be kind, I’m new at liking myself, okay! Marcus see what you’ve done for Larry, fucking cool huh? I bet in a zillion years you’d never expect me to post pictures like these. Me too! I still think you are the sexier one between us! 😘

WHAT ELSE SHOULD I TALK ABOUT HERE

Oh yeah, Marc’s garage and my big King Ranch Dually Lariat pickup. He mentioned that in his chapter. I’ve had this intense relationship with my truck since I bought it back in 2014, it’s what real truck loving guys do, right. It’s a big wide-ass truck too, just how I like ‘em, and it’s been sitting in Marc’s driveway telling all the neighbors in the Cul-de-sac that either Marc bought my truck, or I moved in. I don’t really care what the snobs think anyway. Personally, I thought it would be nice to get her inside especially with the heat coming back again, it gets hot as hell inside a dark red colored truck sitting in the sun all the time. 

King Ranch Dully in the garage

Anyway, I’ve been staring for months at the unused space left inside the garage with Lisa’s car gone now, and finally figured out what had to move and where to put it and my sweet ride is in like Flynn! Marc was amazed I could do that kind of organizing. He ought to see what I really can do if he wants to be amazed. Hahah! Nah, I think he’s seen all I’ve got by now. Anyway, I can pull into the garage and head into the house just like I belong here. That’s does sound silly though, I know I belong here, the garage is just like the icing on a cake, it’s just better with it than without it. 

THE AMAZING SHRINKING MARCUS 

Man, I must sound all domesticated and boring reading this chapter. You know we still are the horny dudes you’ve known for a couple of years now. Marc told you how I sneaked up on him recently in the kitchen, that ain’t nothing new for us though. He’s done the same thing to me at times, especially if we are naked at the time. Sometimes while I’m driving, if you can call stop and crawl driving, I think about what I’d like to happen when I get finally home again. About half the time I want Marcus to just take me and do whatever he wants, I mean that excites me as much as thinking what I’d want to do with him myself. I really like giving myself to him, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being on the receiving end at times. That’s a whole new experience for me, maybe him too I bet. That hasn’t been a talking point for us yet, it’s a doing point. 🤪

Back to Marc’s writing about me sneaking up behind him in the kitchen, his disappearing belly sure makes getting into his pants a lot easier now. You ought to see how fast I can push his shorts off his hips, I think I can just blow on them and they’d fall to the fucking floor. You know I’ve always liked that soft belly on my guy, and that’s just about gone now, but it’s making him happy. That’s all that really counts.

I just never had to deal with the stuff some of you heavy guys deal with every day. Yo-yo diets, who ever thought of that, not me that’s for damn sure. I know what that means now, Marc sat me down recently and explained everything and I do mean everything I needed to understand! I’m sorry he felt he had to hide he was trying a new diet plan. Oh, I got that wrong already, Noom is not a diet, it’s a plan for life that will let him lose weight. Well, it’s working very well, there’s 45 pounds no longer hanging around his middle anymore. I felt like a fucking fool not even thinking about stuff like that before. I feel for you guys like Marcus. I think I really understand now what it’s like being overweight and hating it. I know there’s lots of guys who are good with being overweight. I don’t have a problem with that, I love big stocky guys. They’ve been my hero’s often growing up. Then there are guys like Marc who have struggled to be the weight they’d like to be. I’m not going to get on him for screwing with his natural soft belly pillow for my head anymore. But I’ll miss it, maybe I’ll need to find a small pillow to replace his now. Feeling guilty yet Marc? 🙃

Oh yeah, thanks Marc for telling you my pants were getting a little too snug. Actually, it was Marc’s old pants he couldn’t get into for years that I was wearing at the time, not mine. Maybe I am getting a little thicker in the middle lately. I sure eat a lot better now than before. Maybe I need to start exercising more too; 54 has had a big effect on my middle, I think. Again, thanks Marc for blabbing everything again! Man, I owe you some real dirt on him one day! 

POPS PHOTO ALBUM 

Marc told you about Pops photo album gift and maybe I could add my two cents worth too. That was very thoughtful of Marcus to think his old family pictures could be hard for me to see. No, not at all. Actually, it brought a lot of tears to my eyes and I was really into the photographs. It was too bad some were blurry, and some were showing their age. But they gave Marc back what he lost long ago. And there were some pictures of everyone including his parents as youngsters. Way younger than our own kids are now. I know very little about that time when it was called “The Summer of Love” in San Francisco and probably lots of other areas around the globe too. There were a lot of naked people in the album, pages, and pages of them. Everyone looked kinda free and natural about being naked too. Especially with people taking pictures of them, that’s freer than I think I’d be as Mark, maybe Larry could handle it better.

Now I get it when Marc said there were lots of naked people around when he was growing up. Damn sure explains why he spends that much time naked himself! Yeah, like I don’t join in with him myself. I can tell you for sure, that was not a part of my growing up! Too bad, it’s fun being free now. Well, now that Marcus helped me learn to be free with him.

I couldn’t believe the pictures of Pops though, (Marc said the guy with dark glasses and no shirt on the right side of the photo page he posted was the young Pops.) I only know Pops as an older gentleman, see I’m being respectful here, I could have said “old fart”, but I didn’t. I learned that trick from Marc’s ‘back-assward’ way of saying stuff. Really, he had a big head of curly hair, but Marc said it was not natural, just some guys processed their hair curly back then. I should have guessed it was him since he still has more hair on his head than Marc and I do together! There’s been almost 60 years between the pictures and the wonderful man I got to know. I wish I could have known what life was like as a young guy back then. The pictures sure made it look way different from what I grew up doing. You gotta know one day I’m gonna get him to tell me some stories too. 

Marcus will treasure the pictures of his young parents forever; I know I will. There’s a few pictures of Marcus as a toddler, he was too damn cute. The picture of him dancing at a concert that has been written about, had both of his parents in the picture. He’s never going to show that one, not because he’s naked and fucking cute with his light almost blonde long curly hair. Because that’s a private picture, one he’s never seen. I’m very happy I got to see it with him, but I told him it belongs to him no one else. You can blame me for not seeing it in the blog. Some of you older guys might recognize his dad I’m sure, Marcus still wants to keep that part of his family private from the blog. 

MOTHER’S DAY GET TOGETHER

Marc asked me what I thought about doing on Mother’s Day, it was coming up soon. I told him I was thinking about inviting our wives out for dinner someplace, maybe sending some flowers, whatever, they are Moms and kinda have mothered us sometimes. I was trying to be funny, but it didn’t get a laugh not even a giggle. I must be losing my touch of something. Marc agreed and said good idea. Okay what’s going on in that pretty and slightly thinner head of his.

It was just a good idea, and he was onboard with me, that’s all. That was good to hear, he’s not dealing with something again. I used my iPad app called “Open Table” and booked dinner at ‘Rudy’s Hideaway Lobster House’ in the Gold River area of Rancho Cordova. I chose 3:45pm to avoid the big crowds that would show up at regular dinner hours. Marc warned me that the place would be filled with early dining seniors, be aware, and laughed. This time I didn’t laugh with him. I hope we do find the place full of grandparents, I never had any and I’d love to be able to eat with them. I told him that too. Man, I didn’t expect him to get all emotional about that, I must have struck the ‘Pops’ nerve, I guess. We hugged it out for a while; man are we changing or growing older or something!

Anyway, Marc handled getting flowers delivered in time and that helped. It’s nice having a buddy with inside connections when needed; a perk of his old job that I never had. You know we don’t hate our wives like some divorced guys do I guess, besides, we’re not divorced yet. I had to bring that up huh! They still act like our best friends and that makes dealing with them better than if they were enemies.

Marc drove the four of us to the restaurant in his crossover SUV, and true to form, I got shotgun, wives in back, just like I like it too. Hahah, besides, it would be weird any other way for us. True to form the wives chatted together and ignored us in the front seats, again just like I like it.

At the restaurant we put on our masked as we left the car and were greeted outside by masked seating hostess’s and taken directly to our table, man no waiting in the bar this time. That’s because there is no bar any more, not during Covid right now. I’d rather have no waiting for a table anyway. Sometimes when we visit this place, we get a square table and four chairs, Lisa sits to Marc’s right side, and Ellen sits to my left side. That always gave the wives a chance to talk together instead of cross-talking over the table. And of course, Marc and I could do the same or worse. Hahah! This time the wives sat on a banquette bench and Marc and I sat side by side on two chairs. Same idea I guess huh. Marc told me long ago that he likes to sit across from his wife that way he could look at her while talking. Sitting side-by-side made that difficult. Hell, I was sitting that way with him and I got to do stuff I can’t by sitting across from him. Sometimes when my big paper napkin would fall off my lap on purpose, I’d find a way to grab some part of Marc on the way back up, I’m just saying. Ask me if I cared if I got caught, go ahead, ask! I don’t care, weird huh!

I don’t know if this stuff is interesting enough to read, but I’ll make believe it is and continue. We ordered a couple of appetizers first, the cheesy garlic bread, and fried calamari. I ate the garlic bread, I’m not into fish. We had a choice of clam chowder or house salads, we all chose the salads, ya me too! Our wives ordered the small lobster tails with asparagus and baked potatoes. Surprisingly, I did not order the big prime rib dinner, something I’d usually get. I ordered the same thing as Marc, an 8oz Filet Mignon with asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes. Go figure, they all had something to say about that too! Damn, I can’t catch a break with them. I’m trying to change some of my old ways, but I guess that’s a little too strange for them. I even slowed done how I normally eat to copy how Marc was eating his steak. I’ll tell you this for a fact Jack, I never have eaten that slow before! You know, I got that full feeling before I finished my plate. Of course, all the bread and cheesy garlic bread I ate might be responsible too. I know I’ve labeled myself a veggie hater in the blog, somehow, I do like asparagus if it’s grilled and my good old buddy got me to eat rabbit food salads too. Change really can be strange sometimes, especially when it happens to you!

Oh yeah, there’s was something else I hated that time, no, we all hated. We were having such a nice time talking and just being together like old times. And then two big parties arrived and were the loudest assholes imaginable. Mostly women laughing really loud and almost shouting to each other down the two long tables. We couldn’t carry on our own conversations any more. I think Marc and I turned around several times trying to find the biggest loudmouth; it was hard picking out the worst offender. Lisa said they were probably just happy to be out again with family and friends. I guess you can’t argue with that logic, it’s been a long time dealing with Covid. However, I really wanted to go over there and knock a few heads together, don’t worry that was just my fantasy. But I really thought about it though. I was hoping someone would get some common decency and just quiet the fuck down. Both wives said wait until their food comes that will shut them up. No, it did not! I think it got worse!

Normally when we go there to eat, we’d get a quiet table or booth near the front door not in the big dining room in the back. Anyway, I hope I didn’t put you to sleep over this, it just spoiled what I wanted for our wives on Mother’s Day, that’s all.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, there wasn’t a dessert on their Mother’s Day menu, when the check was brought to us, everyone got a giant chocolate-covered strawberry with a stem still attached and the ladies got a long stem red carnation. It was a good thing I guess because I’d find a way to stuff a dessert down me even if I were full. Again, the wives found it impossible not to make some comments about my normal eating habits. Only this time they gave Marcus credit for the improvements. It still kinda stung hearing that I needed improvement though. You know I thanked them and didn’t say something stupid instead. I get what they meant though, that Marcus and I still fix each other. Sometimes I just repeated those words here, but I really understand what that means now.

On the way home the wives asked if we’d like to stop for an ice cream or dessert, they’d treat. Of course, we would, duh, my food would be settled nicely by then. Marc on the other hand said maybe only a small scoop for him. Whoops his diet hadn’t been a subject at dinner with them, but his shrinking middle was covered in glowing detail. What a proud papa he was getting the compliments. I get it big time now; it was time for him to hear positive stuff about how he looked. I see Marc all the time now, his weight loss was so gradual it wasn’t noticeable to me at first. The wives were almost shocked seeing him thinner and you could tell they were concerned maybe something was wrong. He told them it was a loss he wanted to do. If I haven’t said it enough sweet buddy, you look fucking awesome in your new thinner body, I mean that too. You deserve hearing that from everyone you know, even me.

We just stopped at a Baskin Robbins for cones and sat outside in the warm breeze to finish them. Oh, I said cones, Marc chose a paper cup instead to save calories. He’s dead serious about losing the weight he hates. Anyway, we dropped off our wives in their driveway and got hugs of thanks for making their day for them. No problem ladies, it kinda made our day too.

Marc backed out of their driveway and into ours to put his car in the garage. But before we got out of the car, he turned to ask me if I had a good time today. I took his right hand and put it on my left thigh to notice something hard and not just leg in my shorts and told him if he followed me into the bedroom, I’d give him my answer. He was the one to get it this time. Well, we both got it, it was an awesome end of Mother’s Day for us!

I think that’s enough for now, thanks for reading my stuff this far. 

(BTW, I hit a new record in this chapter, I had three paragraphs without a single grammar error! I hate to say how many I had to fix though!)

M. Larry

Our Journal continues with Marcus' 77th chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2021/08/ch-77-wtf-marcus-where-did-you-go.html