Larry’s 17th Post,: My Tuxedo Tuesday version

MARCUS ASKED ME TO PLEASE TELL YOU THIS
Marc asked me if I’d get this out to you since he forgot to do it himself. If you would like Marcus to send you an alert about one of us posting a new chapter, and nothing else, email him with a safe email to add to our friends list. You can email me if you want as well, I can give it to him. Blogger has stopped alerting subscribers to our blog which pisses him off big time. He figured out how to create a mailing list through Gmail and he’s used it twice now. I know I can trust him when he says he will never abuse it, just quick alerts that’s all. 

He said he would build me a list too, but I don’t want anything to screw up by having two lists around. Anyway, just one list and here are our emails we use for the blog:

‘itsmarcusblog@gmail.com’ or mine, ‘itslarrybro@gmail.com’ Okay I did what he wanted, now it’s my turn to write.

SOME THINGS MARCUS LEFT OUT OR DIDN’T KNOW

I don’t know if this is where it will be placed by the time I’m done writing, but I had this fantasy; remember I wrote about some of them the last time. Here’s another one. Maybe I kinda wanted Lisa’s cocktail party to be our party to give, not Marc and her. I know it’s stupid or crazy at this point for us, but I really wanted to be by Marc’s side most of the night. Although we actually did spend some time together a couple of times. Ya, a few minutes outta the whole party.

I was surprised that I found it easier now to talk to lots of the people there, the ladies most of all. I gotta tell you, I had a lot of good-looking women that wanted to talk to me. Sorry Sweetbabes, don’t be jealous that I’m way cuter to the ladies than you. Hahah. Kinda hard to believe how much my life has changed now! It was so much fun getting the attention that I usually tried to avoid. I had my hair cut short finally before the party. I just hated seeing my curly hair covering my shirt and jacket collar. I know Marc loves my hair long, I deal with it for him, but IDK, after seeing me in my new tux I thought no way Jose. Fucking curls are outta here! 

Living with Marcus is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I can try being Larry for both of us even though I haven’t got a fucking clue how, I just do it and hope sometimes. At least he doesn’t pick on me. I’m never afraid of being rejected any more, and I love learning new things most of all. Like I hope he doesn’t mind me flirting at Lisa’s party. At least it was with the some of the women and not the guys! What a trip for me, it really was. But I didn’t mean for it to get real and go someplace. I’d freak if I ended up with someone like Ellen who doesn’t like that I’m so furry under my tux. 

I just didn’t worry so much about what Ellen might think I guess. I never had women try so hard to flirt with me before, unless it was the Costco Sample ladies. Hahah, oh I knew they were flirting too, even if Marcus thought I didn’t know. But they are somebody’s grandma. If I really have an ego, it showed up at the party. You know what one pretty lady told me, “I had a great personality!” Can you imagine that nobody ever told me that before. I guess my old self didn’t go looking to find out if I did anyway. Maybe it was because I was the most comfortable in my skin ever in public. Or maybe I believed Marcus when he said I looked hot in my tuxedo. I hope you don’t think I didn’t see Marcus being “Mr. Cool” around the ladies himself, I was checking when I could, but I bet I met more women than he did though.

We both were having a great time except for when I met that old witch that he wrote about in his chapter. (I was gonna call her a bitch but changed my mind and put it here instead, that’s okay right? She was you know!) I’ll try my best to tell you what happened between us in this chapter, only later when I figure out how to start without cursing too much.

THINGS THAT ARE STILL KINDA EMBARRASSING, PLUS JOE

I know the heading says some things are still a problem for me, but I’m working on that all the time now and I think I’m getting much better every day.

Joe, our pool man and now my good new friend, is the guy I get the most email about; he’s on my mind now. It’s been some time now that we have been friends and get to talk a lot before he goes to clean the pool. Marcus keeps Joe all year around, even when we don’t swim in the pool. He makes the pool so clear and beautiful; I can see why Marc keeps him on the job. I guess you also know that Joe has been allowed to be with us in the pool and yes now naked too after his first time in with us. I also have been totally Larry with him, never old uptight Mark. Okay, and there’s more yet. I have this habit, I guess it’s that, of hugging people. I just always have, and I don’t know why, so don’t ask. I even got Marcus long ago to sometimes go for the hug first. He says hugging wasn’t part of his growing up, but it is now! Anyhow, Joe and I hug too, I think from the second time we talked in the backyard. I just went for it, and he hugged back, it was cool that he did that. I knew I was gonna have a friend with him. Anyway, I think this is a good spot to tell you that Joe asked me recently if he was right thinking that Marcus and I were more than roommates. Ya, I let him know we are, it seemed right to let him know and not guess if that’s what he was doing. I don’t mind that you know that.

Okay so now you know I love hugs, like for real, and now Joe likes hugging me too. Please remember that while I tell you something else first, I’ll get back to the hug in a minute. Joe has been very up front honest with me while we have talked many times, especially even in the pool when the talk got to uncut dicks and how he tried to educate me about them. I was a little shaky getting through that, but I survived and learned something I never knew about before. There was a thing that I didn’t write about, I don’t think I did yet. I asked him if having such a large penis was ever a problem for him. (Tell me that didn’t take guts to ask.) See I was careful to call it by the right name and not a cock or dick. I’m a very curious man now as Larry, I want to know lots of shit that I never even thought about before as Mark.

He said that he didn’t think so, but he has to be careful having sex with his wife, so he doesn’t hurt her. That was a lot to learn, and I bet I can get him to tell me more one day if I figure out how to ask him. I still wonder how much bigger it can get even though Marc said it probably doesn’t grow as much as ours does. I’m getting to be too curious I think, now I want to see it big for myself, not that I know what I’d do about it if I really saw him that way. Actually, I’m afraid to think about it too much, but I still want to know. Now you can feel sorry for me for not knowing shit that most men must know about.

Maybe you think I’m building nothing really important up too much, well here goes the rest. On Tuesday, Joes service day here, I had coffee with him and Marc in our kitchen dining area. Nothing that we talked about was anything to write about though. But my Sweetbabes knows that I like having my friend to talk to sometimes, so he left for our office not that far away. That made Joe a lot more talkative and maybe relaxed. I still think he fears Marcus as someone who could cancel the service. I’m just a guy to talk to and get a good cup of coffee from. I have so much fun being relaxed around Joe, that’s so not me most of the time except with Marcus. And I love to laugh and make them laugh, but I don’t know any real jokes, sometimes just how I say stuff is funny to them.

Well after two cups of coffee, I guess the guilt set in and he said he better get to the pool work. He told me to tell Marcus that he’d be here longer today since he plans on cleaning the filters and maybe he’ll be shutting down the solar to the pool for the cold months if Marcus approved. I told him I’d go tell Marcus right after he got to work, and I did too. But here’s the thing that I started this section about, the hug. Oh, we hug, have now for a while but this time was different. This time it wasn’t the old chest bump hug, it was full body, trust me it wasn’t my idea or plan too. Ya, and I kinda got the idea just how big and hard he can get. Joe had a hard-on and wasn’t embarrassed to let me know about it too. I could feel it on my right thigh during the hug and a lot lower down than Marc’s hard-on ever feels when it’s in his pants. I let him do it, I could have stopped him, but I didn’t, and now I don’t know what to think about it. Why would he let me feel his boner if he didn’t expect something back from me? He could have hugged me like usual and I wouldn’t know he had a boner unless I went looking for it, right? Now I’m all nervous that he might want more from me, and I kinda feel sad if I made him think I wanted to fool around with him. I just like learning stuff I don’t know a lot about from him, he makes it all sound natural and nothing to be ashamed to think about. Maybe he thinks a hard-on is natural and no biggie. Oh, that was a poor choice of words.

When I had enough time to worry about it, I talked to Marc. I think I was more afraid of telling him than I would with Joe. What if he thinks I tried to make this happen because I’m so fucking curious about shit like this now. Marc pulled that old shrink shit on me and asked me what I thought instead. I know what I think, and it scares the shit out of me. I want him to tell me it’s okay nothing to worry about. Of course, I had to pull that out of him, the little shit!

Marc tried to convince me it was all in my mind, well tell that to my fucking thigh! I know what I felt, and I don’t think he had a big hunking flashlight in his pocket. Nah, it was a big hard dick. Marc said that I make him hard all the time, and any red-blooded guy could get hard hugging me. I think that was supposed to make me feel better. Well maybe for a minute. And then I thought, how about all those years before the lake cabin, we hugged lots of times, how come I didn’t notice him with a hard-on? You know enough about me to know I can hide my boner easier than him. The waistband on my pants can hold mine up really good and did lots of times. Marc can make a tent pole look bad, he’s a red-blooded guy, how did he hide his boner after hugging me? I don’t know if I want to know the answer anyway.

Oh, you know there’s gonna be more stuff to read about Joe when it happens huh. That was so not a flashlight! I’m thinking there’s gonna be a standard Joe Heading in my chapters, I bet I get a few emails hoping I do that after they read this. You got ideas for me other than not hugging him? Should I say anything about feeling his boner? Let me know if you want to.

THAT NOSY B**** AT THE PARTY

I guess it’s time to come clean on the problem I had at the party. At least I’m not as mad anymore as I was that night. First thing, I have no idea who that woman was but she sure as fuck knew how to pick me out. I figured it must be one of Ellen’s friends or co-workers. She grabbed my arm and pulled me in her direction, she must be pretty damn strong to pull me off my feet. Of course, I didn’t expect to be attacked either. She started out not talking loudly but that changed because it was getting noisy fast inside and I don’t think she cared who heard her.

I told you I had been kinda flirting, (kinda huh) with some of the women there but only if they started it first. I knew I was looking pretty good in my tuxedo and shorter hair because Marc said so, he wouldn’t lie to me right? 😜 I got a really short haircut before the party; I was tired of dealing with it even though Marc would love to see it grow down to my ass I bet. Besides I thought I looked like I was trying to look like a kid half my age with my hair hanging over my jacket collar anyway.

You know I didn’t try to give any of the women I flirted with the idea we would go find an empty bedroom, even though there’s enough of them around for fucking sure. I’d never do something like that; that ain’t me. But that night I was going to have a good time and I don’t drink anyway, so no worries about me doing something stupid. I figured I belonged there, I live here and it’s my party too, except no one there knows that, at least I thought. I was careful not to fuck up Lisa’s night to celebrate with her friends and company employees. She looked so fucking hot in her fancy black dress. (I don’t know Marc, if I was single maybe I’d try something, she does like me you know.) In my dreams I’d do something, right! I know the way she and Marc lived together, uh, uh no way I’d give up what I have now for no matter how hot she looked. In case you’d like to know, Ellen bought a new dress too, but I doubt she spent as much as Lisa. You know I live for every minute with Marcus I don’t want anything else but that. But if I see a knockout female, I’m not gonna look the other way. You know that night there were a lot of really good-looking women there. I think it’s a contest to see who can out do the other ones there. The guys all look kinda alike to me, mostly middle-aged men with a few younger ones. You know it’s Marc’s fault for getting me over my shyness, I really liked playing the make-believe stud that I’m not normally. Except with Marc, but that’s a different story anyway.

I was doing just that when I got attacked by the ‘Godzilla woman’. Maybe she saw me flirting around the room, IDK. The more the women flirted with me the more I flirted back, and I don’t know if I was flirting properly. Is there a proper way? Screw old Mark, Ellen’s almost ex-husband Larry was having a fucking ball and I thought man, will Marcus get one horned-up partner in bed tonight. You know, maybe Ellen was watching me, you gotta know Mark would never do anything that I was doing there if I was still living with her. I think the two of us have been more like watchers in the past, nothing like the people I was meeting that night.

Godzilla Woman smiling.

Anyway, back to ‘Mothra woman’, maybe Ellen told her we are separated now. Anyhow I kinda thought the attack was because she saw me flirting and hanging around some of the pretty women there. You know, I never thought about it that way, I was having fun for once and it was cool making believe I was someone worth flirting around with. But then she started some bullshit about me living with a man and all the sins we were committing, and we were going directly to burn in Hell forever. My mind shut down after that and I didn’t really hear all the rest of her shit. All I wanted to do was get the fuck away from her and her big fucking mouth and sicker head. I didn’t want to try and talk to her, maybe I could send her to the fucking moon though!

Marcus got it right in his chapter, I did see him coming over to me. I wanted to protect him from her mouth if he reached me while I was there. I turned around and got away from her while she was still spouting off some more shit I didn’t really want to hear. Normally I’m a pretty respectful guy, but not then, not for her!

I don’t know who might have heard her, but I kinda wanted to crawl into a hole like old Mark would have done. I think there was steam coming out of my fucking ears as I headed back to our bedroom. I looked over my shoulder when I was near the bar area, and I saw him coming after me. That felt good, I was going to need him I thought. 

I’m sure that witch thought she was attacking the guy responsible for breaking up Ellen’s marriage as a favor. I mean I could guess that or could have tried to talk to her about it, screw her! Not the way she started out on me. Anyway, I needed to cool down before I was ever going back into the room. I guess a bit of Mark still left in me was concerned that the ‘Godzilla-Mothra woman’ was still somewhere in the great room ready to pounce on me again.

I don’t know if I really said all that Marc wrote that I said while we were in our bedroom together. It’s a good bet I did say something like that, I was so fucking angry. For all the years Marcus and I were making believe we were not who we were inside, and all the homophobic crap that came out of my own mouth trying to cover myself with him, I never came close to the words she spewed out in the great room. That fucking bitch! And I’m not sorry for using those words together too!

Anyway, as I cooled down some, I did get Marcus to go back out to the party before I returned myself. IDK, maybe that was the best thing to do. I bet he wanted to go back holding hands with me. Nah, not yet, not with that crowd anyway. One day we will. Anyhow, I got really hot, and I don’t mean sexy, and I needed to cool off for real. I stripped off my tie, studs, and shirt, then soaked my head for a while, like I was that hot. I bet my blood pressure was way high. It’s a good thing that I know how to tie a bow tie. Really I do, and Marc doesn’t, I bet you didn’t think that about us. Lisa always tied his bow tie, now I can do it for him. But he did help me get those dinky studs on, so taking them off wasn’t the best move on my part. At least I had one good move to count on though, cutting my hair short, because I just toweled off my head and I was done. Not possible with long curly hair though. I’d be dripping on my shoulders for a long time. I never even think about blow drying my hair, you don’t want to see my hair out to my shoulders! Sasquatch! (Now you gotta know I’m okay being furry for Marc, right?)

Anyway, I sat down on the small bench at the foot of our bed after I dried my head and found that the words ‘damn fucking studs’ said over and over, helped me get those dinky studs back on my shirt again. I almost lost it again with the stress though, but I was stubborn and wasn’t gonna let it get me back down. I tell you one thing, if we ever put our tuxedos back on again I’m buying a fucking white shirt with buttons period!

When I finally headed back out to the great room I kinda looked around to see if ‘King Kong woman’ was around, I didn’t see her but it’s a big crowd, she could be anywhere. Thankfully I never did see her again. I bet she just stormed out of here after her big righteous scene with me anyway. Maybe cooling down and not seeing her helped me because I went right back to join the people I was having the most fun with, like the women that were bigger flirts than me. 

Sometimes I got to see that Marcus had a small group of guys around him. He might be retired now but you’d never know that if you saw him. Marcus just lights up the group he’s with like he’s on stage or something. He talks and lots of guys start listening I guess, maybe he’s giving them tips, or it’s just shop talk that I know nothing about and don’t want to either. But it was nice seeing that side of him in action that night. I have a whole new respect for how he handles himself in his world now.

WHAT’S GOING ON WITH ELLEN AND ME

Like if you know, tell me OKAY? You know Marc and me or I, whatever is supposed to be right, we’re supposed to be with our wives during the night, their sidekicks in our new matching tuxedos looking all hot for them. Maybe that’s it, we were way too hot looking for them. Hahah. I think we looked kinda awesome all duded up like we were. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part; most of the ladies there looked really hot to me, even Ellen in her way, but nobody was like Lisa. She didn’t even look like herself to me. Hair, everything about her looked different, really hot. (You do remember I’ve been a straight acting dude a helluva lot longer, right?)

It’s a strange feeling seeing your wife all dressed up and not even trying to spend time with me. She was all over the room, a lot like me I guess, although I didn’t see any guys trying to get alone with her, or just flirting with her like I was doing around the room. Maybe she saw me messing around like that and got pissed off. IDK, maybe, but I was having a great time without her finding fault with me. I’m sorry that I didn’t get to hang around Marc much until later in the party, but I sure as fuck enjoyed flirting for the first time in my life. I’m pretty sure that’s correct.

Anyway, we were supposed to be acting all lovey-dovey married with our wives, and we weren’t. Well, thinking about how we do act married, maybe we were really acting all married after all. A lot of the times in parties the wives hang out together, so the husbands get to be free to scratch their butts or balls if itchy. Whatever works.

Speaking about balls, at one point I used my new bigger and heavier Larry balls and asked Ellen straight out if she was okay with how everything was going at the party. I figured if there was some grief with me, she’d be the first to complain about it. I only got a “Why not?” back from her. I guess it’s what’s to be expected between us now. I tried to be polite and nice when I asked her, and I don’t know if how she answered me means something else. This would have been a good time for Marcus to be listening, I think he knows women a lot better than me.

Marcus has been my go to guy for years when I don’t get something, and he tries to explain it the best he can. I hope you guys don’t think I’ve lived under a rock my whole life. It was much bigger than a rock! Hahah. Nah, I just never had the experiences he’s had besides, I’ve been married for my whole fucking life for crying out loud! It’s all I’ve ever known. But that’s changed so much now that Marc is in my life. I want to learn everything, feel everything, but not the shit I felt earlier at the party. But Marc pulled me through it and made my decision to be with him even stronger than ever.

NOW FOR SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT

I’m gonna write something here that I’ve been trying to figure out if I should or not. This time Marc will know about it at the same time as you. That’s because I might delete it if I’m not happy how I write about it. I guess if you are reading this, I left it in.

I was having such a good time now that I cooled off and got back into the party. I looked for Marcus again, but you try and find someone in that crowd. I figured he’s into being his old self with people he’s known and doesn’t need me hanging on him. Not that I would anyway, not that way. I tell ya though, after I got over that bitch, it got a lot more fun not worrying about what people might think about me. If someone smiled at me I smiled back and sometimes waved at them. Don’t ask why, I have no idea how to act in this kind of crowd. Sometimes when someone kept looking at me, I’d walk over and ask them if they were having a good time. I still don’t know if that was the right thing to say, because the answer was always something like, “You bet.” I don’t have a lotta small talk in me you know. Sometimes I’d just say how nice they looked, whether they were or not, I thought it was polite to say. I got a lot of nice compliments back after that too. It didn’t hurt my feelings one bit too. Then I’d excuse myself to keep walking around them. I think I thought of myself as the host because I was acting that way I’m sure. It’s my home too, they just don’t know that. I think.

Sometimes I’d think what am I doing? I love Marcus for more reasons than ever before. I have no idea how to handle a woman who might try to see exactly how friendly I could be with her. I took chances that were stupid, but it was so much fun being a flirt and getting encouraged from them to keep it up. I’ll tell you, if that was Marcus I was flirting with, he’d go find a room for us.

Ya but, you know there’s always a “ya but” in these stories when you think you are home free. For all the ladies I flirted with, at least I think it’s flirting, it didn’t end there. No, it did not! There was a time in the party when I saw some guys starting to hang around together, and the ladies were starting to get into groups too. I figured it had to do with people who knew each other or worked together and didn’t think much more about it. When I was still looking around to spot where Marc was I noticed a guy at the bar area. I only noticed him because he reminded me of how Marcus is in a group. He was talking and several were facing him in a circle just listening I guess. Just like some guys do with Marcus. Maybe I looked at him too long, I didn’t mean to, but he waved me over to his group, at first I didn’t think that was what he was doing, but he was. He kept waving me over, so I went, what could be so bad about hanging with some guys now. Unless they wanted me away from their women. Can you believe I could become that guy knowing me like you do. Please say yes! But I was more afraid that I’d be asked questions related to the kind of business that brought them here to the party. All I could do is try and change the subject to fishing. I don’t play golf, that’s out. A lot of golf players in the room, I could hear bits and pieces of their bragging as I walked around. Like I said, never played anything but miniature golf with the kids long ago. 

Anyhow, when I got over to them, some men left his circle, maybe I was their way outta there finally. Actually, he didn’t seem to care about them anymore and started asking me stuff about myself. He was being very polite, not like I thought he would at first. I wish I could tell you about his name for real, I’m not trying to protect him, but I forgot it almost as fast as he told me. I do that lots of time. He looked around my age, but it’s hard to tell sometimes. He was dressed more formal than us though and I’m so glad we didn’t buy ruffled shirts for ourselves, because that’s what he had on and let’s say we made the right call on that. I also noticed a couple of rings on his hand that were a little out there for me. Too much flash, maybe he was trying to impress people with his wealth. Oh yeah, another thing I could not ignore; his hair was blond maybe not as light as mine, probably dyed. Maybe I got his attention because of that, I don’t think there were any other blond guys there, but I wasn’t looking for that anyway. If anything, I was looking to see if anyone had long curly hair, nope, I made the right call getting a haircut for sure.

He had this thing he did that I didn’t know how to handle properly. When he was talking, which was a lot, he had his left hand on my forearm sometimes squeezing it and then kept it there. I figured it was his way of getting me to not take off on him. Then he moved his hand up and squeezed my bicep to check it out I guess. He said that my forearm was so big and had to check out to see if it matched my biceps. Of course, he was full of praise and started asking about my workout routine. Like if he only knew. At least he took his hand off me and started telling me he was gonna get me a drink since I didn’t have one in my hand. I told him don’t worry I’m good for now. I figured he’d back off and get back to gushing all over me. You know, it wasn’t too hard to listen to though, even if it was kinda weird.

I’d like to say that the subject got to something I could add to, but I gave that thought up long before him. We talked about working out, which I don’t other than recently trying to help Marcus, but I’m not telling him that for sure. But he never stopped with the getting me a drink and pushed for what kind of liquor I liked. IDK why I didn’t go right to my “I’m an alcoholic” bit but I didn’t want to. I was sure he had a few drinks under his belt by this time anyway, but wasn’t acting or sounding drunk, just a little looser than he probably is not drinking. I figured if I ask for my regular drink of club soda with lime, the push for getting me a drink would stop. It didn’t.

That just gave him a new thought and he said he knew why I was refusing his hospitality now, “I was afraid my wife would get on my ass for drinking too much. That’s right huh? I won’t tell her if you don’t.” And he winked at me. I eventually had to tell him I was a sober alcoholic; I don’t drink anymore. Sometimes you can’t keep everything a secret.

 Way too many ruffles!

Well, it didn’t end there but he did change the subject finally. He said I was very striking looking, and my hair was an awesome blond color. I have no idea what striking looking means I guess good looking to him. And then before I could say anything back, he asked me who and how often I had my hair dyed blonde and what was the name of the color I used. Really, that’s what people think when they see me! How do I tell him nicely, that’s natural, they must have run out of hair color when they made me. 😄 I figured a little example would change the subject again, I pushed up my sleeve as much as I could to show him my arm hair matched my head. It must have worked because I got a “wow” from him, “that’s gorgeous, you like that all over huh?” Oh, if he only knew how all over it gets. I didn’t go there though. He did say he was going to try and find my hair color for himself next time though. I guess that was a nice compliment. But I’m really sure now that he was trying to get into my pants. You know it was different from the flirting the ladies were doing with me, it was scarier. I know how I can get around Marcus, I think I understand how he might be feeling about me too. I can’t be upset over that anymore, and maybe if I wasn’t so in love with Marcus I’d see where that might go. Maybe, what do I know other than that’s not happening dude. He doesn’t know me other than seeing I had a ring on my I’m married finger. Maybe he thinks I’m up for a little one-on-one action with him before he leaves. Like all those things were in my head and you know what, they still are. That’s why I’m writing about them here. You guys may know how to handle stuff like this. For me it was Marcus to the rescue.

Marc showed up finally, man if I ever needed him, that was the time. He could see there was a little panic in my eyes because he came right over and told the ruffled dude that he wanted me to meet on old friend of his before he left the party. I did the shrug thing with both hands up in the air suggesting I had no choice but to go. I thanked the dude for wanting to spend time with me and headed off to the other side of the room with Marcus. You know, that’s having your back kinda buddy thing I will never want to lose, ever! I asked Marc was there a guy to meet or what, maybe I should have kept that to myself. I bet Marc was thinking just how big a rock did I live under. It was just the look he had, I shut up but would have kissed him right there and then. But you know I didn’t, right? But I did put my arm around his neck for a quick pull over to me, I thought it was a real guy kinda thing to do, especially if I gave him a head nuggie too. I got a knowing wink out of him, cool. I don’t know if the dude was still watching us, but I had that creepy-crawly thing at the back of my neck as we walked away. I bet he was still checking us out. He was kinda a good looking guy though. Don’t mean nothing, no worries.

My need to be with Marc alone was getting as strong as the urge to pee when you are in a traffic jam and there’s no big trees or bushes in sight. Talk about suggestive writing, I made myself want to pee bad right now. It’s a good thing our office has a toilet close by. At my work office in Elk Grove, you gotta get the key and go down the hallway to the common employee Men’s Room. You don’t wait until the pee wants out there, you make plans first. Too much trivia for you? I thought so too.

FINALLY, THE PARTY CROWD IS GETTING SMALLER

Anyhow, I was thinking about our wives now that the crowd was thinning out some and wondered if we’d be seeing them soon. Like there were people still there that I actually kinda knew finally or remember seeing them before, I think it was the same group that showed up early too. Somehow the food kept coming out to us and I think I will bust a gut if I don’t stop trying stuff. Anyway, somehow Ellen and Lisa found their way back to us. And that’s how it was too, they came to us, not the other way around. Like now I wanted more than anything to see them and everyone else left here to go far away. Anyway, I followed what Marc was doing at the time and that meant putting my arm around Ellen just like he was doing with Lisa. All four of us were now in the foyer saying our goodbyes, but I had to remember it was Marcus and Lisa’s home and party, we were just the friendly next-door neighbors and helpful co-hosts hanging with them at the front door. That was kinda painful to play act for me, I wanted my arm around Marcus saying our goodbyes to everyone, not Ellen’s. I bet they felt the same way as us by then too. The good thing it was all gonna be over soon and then the house would be all ours once again.

After everyone was gone including the helpers, our wives were the last to leave. Like Marc said in his chapter, they didn’t want us to walk them home at all. They probably couldn’t wait to get rid of us. Anyway, Marc had his arm around my back and tugging at my side to bring me closer to him as we watched them leave down the driveway. Now if you saw my arm and hand you’d see it was inside the back of his pants playing with his smooth non-hairy ass cheeks; going commando as we were, sure as fuck made it a lot more fun too. You know what, he didn’t stop me at all. I was trying to give him a big clue where my horny mind was going, I think he got it, now let’s see what happens.

We shut the front door and turned to begin the walk through the nightmare mess staring back at us in the grand room. Those ungrateful little fucks, what a fucking mess they left us! And the dirty glasses, everywhere. Now I know why there were so many little side tables brought in for the party. Then I wondered where the fuck did he store that many glasses in the first place. Man, all I thought about then was can we get those cleaning ladies back once more. Marcus told me we could tackle this in the morning. I thought ya, morning, afternoon, and maybe if we are lucky, evening too. Now I know what we forgot to do, hire a clean-up crew to handle all the glasses. The wives were smart enough to hire a cleaning crew for the kitchen people. 

The only thing better to think about then was I finally had my Sweetbabes alone again with me. We checked the house for any passed-out drunk strays as we headed to our bedroom wing. Marc called out to one of the many Echo Dots around the place to have “Alexa” lock down and shut off the lights for us. We made it to our bedroom as the house lights began shutting off room after room. Well, that’s how it’s supposed to work, we were to tired to check it out to be sure though.

FINALLY, OUR TIME

I told you we have this little bench at the foot of our bed, a great place to tie your shoelaces or just sit. Most of the time it’s just there empty or holds the comforter we both push off of us. That night it found another use for us. Everything we had on ended up there. We need to bring our tuxedos to the cleaners so why bother hanging anything up. Besides you must know by now that where we have our clothes is a major hike away from here, the house is now dark, and I’d rather mess around with Marc than worry about wrinkled tuxedos. It wasn’t a race to be naked that night, but the first one naked got to use the toilet first. I slowed down to let the old man win this one, besides I think I peed several times already that night. See I can be kind to my elders. Hahah! What? That’s kind, right? He is older you know.

Way too much hairless skin to ever be us!

I headed in to the bathroom for my turn to find him already brushing his teeth. I could have used my own sink to brush my teeth at the same time but just snuck up against his backside instead. “Snuck” huh, like he couldn’t see me coming over to him in the mirror anyway; and I put my arms around what’s left of his shrinking gut. But he ignored me like what’s so new about that and kept on brushing his teeth. I reached down and started pulling on his dick for a while until I could feel it growing. He didn’t stop me like he’d do that anyway. But he did say it was getting harder to keep brushing his teeth though. Hahah, good!

It used to be he’d see me naked and boing, he’d get a boner. Oh, that’s still pretty much how it works for both of us anyway. I figured my little attempt for a laugh would come back and bite me on my ass if I left it like that, although it seems a little harder to pull off now that it’s colder out. How come dicks don’t like the cold and try and hide so much anyway?

I’ve been needing him a lot today and that hasn’t changed any, although we are both tired. I thought maybe he’d let me take the lead and Marc would get his turn when he was rested. We don’t use condoms often, but I didn’t have the heart to have him get ready for me. I figured if I’m super gentle with him I’d find him asleep before I’d get off myself. Nope, he found the will to stay awake with me and promised my ass was coming up before daybreak. Marc doesn’t make promises he can’t keep. Good thing we have emergency condoms in both bedtables.

He kept his promise, some time during the night when it was still dark, I felt my left side ribs being stroked so I’d turn over on my back for him I guess. He started running his hand all over my chest and belly fur totally ignoring the one thing that wanted touching most of all. He was teasing my dick to get hard without it being touched. Well, my dick isn’t smart enough to figure that out on it’s own. It needed a little help, and it didn’t care who’s hand was helping it. I bet it recognized my right hand immediately, we go way back together! But now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I should have tried to see how long it would take for me to get a screaming boner that way. What then, cumming without touching? That doesn’t sound like fun at all!

My favorite picture to be us forever!

Anyhow it was still very dark in the room, but I was wide awake now and ready for anything Marc wanted from me. I guess he might have been still a little too tired for anything very physical because the next thing I felt was a warm wet sensation on my now very hard dick. Can my life get any better? Get to cum twice just a few hours apart, good luck me. I don’t know what or how much I gave up to him, but my dick took it’s good time and enjoyed every minute it was called up for duty. BTW, my dick’s two buddies had a grand time too, just saying.

When the light from the morning sun began to peek into our room, I woke up and took the fastest pee on record for me and jumped back in bed to snuggle up with him. If you kept track about our night together like me, you and I know someone who might like to use his own condom with a very pressing need. Did you catch me trying to write about sex like Marcus does. I don’t think I pulled it off too good though. It’s a lot easier telling you I wanted him to fuck me before breakfast. That’s all.

THANKSGIVING DAY IS COMING UP SOON

Since it’s taking me some time to write this for you, Thanksgiving is coming up soon and I thought I’d wish all of you guys that read our stuff a happy Thanksgiving. I don’t think Marcus will be writing something before that day, so I’ll do it for him too. 

We both decided that day is just for us, we will not go out with the crowds, we’ve had enough crowds for a lifetime as far as I’m fucking concerned. Marcus is planning on baking just a turkey breast since we both only like the breast meat. I’ll follow a recipe for whatever he wants me to do to help. Maybe I’ll light the fireplace for us, but I’m thinking about setting the thermostat high enough for us to both cook naked. Hey, if you haven’t tried that yourself, don’t knock it until you do okay. You know it’s way sexier than you might think. Just don’t fry bacon without something to protect your junk. Now that I wrote about doing that, I can’t get it out of my head. I’m gonna do that too, we spent all the hot months naked around here anyway, I kind miss that now that’s it’s colder. The only problem I see is if I post this before Thanksgiving, Marc will expect that from me. I’m sorry guys, Thanksgiving 2021 will be history before you read this. 😅

Anyhow, I’m not done talking to you yet! I want to tell you what I’m thankful for, I think I really know this year. I don’t know what order to write them in though; I’ll write whatever comes into my head when it does.

First I’m thankful for a wife of 34 years but most for her sticking with me when I needed it the most. I’m happy for her now that she found what she needed more. I’m not angry at all, just mostly sad that I wasn’t good enough for her. I’m sadder that my kids are distant to me, but I get why, maybe one day?

I’m grateful for learning how to make good friends finally, like Joe, I’m so happy about that. But I made friends with you guys too, and I love writing back those of you that email me. I miss not hearing from some that don’t write me anymore though. I’m sorry if I offended you somehow.

I’m grateful that I’ve been clean and sober for a very long time, and that I found the best reason to make that be true forever.

I’m grateful for getting to live a life free of the demons that caused my addictions, and that I don’t fear them any longer.

But I’m the most grateful for finding a love that I wanted but didn’t know how to get, a real genuine love. And to be able to it give back 1,000% and not have it rejected. A love that has nothing to do with how I look and everything about how I do look. That’s more than kinda important to me. Being able to be myself, flaws, and all, and still feel completely loved. Wow. 

You know I’m no way as good with words as Marcus is, but I do feel stuff deeply just like him. I wish I paid more attention in school and college, I never thought I’d need what I feel I’m missing now back then. Thank you for putting up with me and my thoughts but thank you big time for loving Marcus as you do. Trust me, he is a totally different and better man since he opened up to all of us in the blog. I’ve known and liked him so much for all the years as my best friend and neighbor before he started writing the BGR blog. After he trusted me enough to know about the journal it was easy to fall in love with this Marcus guy he had inside him but never let anyone or me know about. 

Marcus doesn’t write a lot about himself other than being the other horny guy in the journal with me. If you got to see Marcus as the big business guy at the party and what we both write about, it’s like two people. It’s amazing to watch him talking and see the guys listening to his every word like there’s a big tip coming any minute. Maybe that’s true, IDK but I’d never know for sure, it’s not my world. I can see why he doesn’t get into that stuff in the journal, probably bore the shit outta ya, (me too.) 🥱

Just in case you wondered!

Hey, I guess you might know by now that Marc’s pretty good with the art app on his iPad. He made a new bro picture of us to use for the blog that’s really good I think. I asked him if I could post it here. If you see a couple of guys hanging around the Bass Pro Shop Outdoor World in Rocklin, CA that look like them, be cool okay. I think he erased some years from my face, I look too young. But what do I know anyway. At least he didn’t use a picture with my long curly hair though. He says I don’t look my age anyway, I guess that’s good if I cared about that shit. Marcus always looks hot to me no matter how old he looks, at least he doesn’t try to color the gray out of his beard, that looks sexy to me. We’ve both got about 12-years-older since we first met, hard to believe it’s been that long though. What do you think about his picture? Do you think I have any Italian in me?

Her best shot yet!

Maybe I’ve said enough thankful’s now. I know there are so many guys in so many countries that BGR reaches that probably don’t know what our Thanksgiving is about. That’s okay, maybe you can take a minute out of your life and be thankful for someone in your life who would like to know that. Okay enough already, I’m getting all emotional again. See what Marcus did to me! He calls me his muscle bear after someone wrote that about me, ya my hairy ass, more of a muscle marshmallow for sure!

Love you all, even the ‘Godzilla-Mothra-King-Kong woman’ if I have too!

M. Larry

This is a link to Marcus’ Chapter 81:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2022/01/ch-81-marcus-wishes-do-come-true.html#more