CH 81: Marcus Wishes Do Come True

THINKING ABOUT THE START OF BGR

BGR page graphic I chose for us

I’d love to tell you I didn’t know where my head was at the start of the BGR Blog almost three years ago; but I did know, and I had this powerful new personal goal to accomplish with it as well. I’ve stated in the past that I wanted to try my hand at writing a homoerotic short story especially after I had that vivid dream about Mark and myself. I even had the forethought to create an anonymous Google Blogger page to hold my stories if they came out at least half good enough. I certainly had no intention of gaining personal recognition in mind though; I’d freak out if it came out at work I was the creator of BGR by some of our employees. I hope you understand, my Marcus had no upper hand at that point. He was just my middle name no one knew other than for perhaps the initial letter ‘M’; and that included Mark as well. (The guys in the BGR Blog graphic are to be us at Yosemite, except that Larry is the one who would wear a backpack normally, not me. Otherwise, those are a great couple of stand-in guys for us. I love that fucking picture big time!)

All of that was true, and I thought a perfect way to address my long and well-hidden attraction for my best buddy Mark. I figured the dream came to me in desperation as a creative sign to address my hidden desires before I did something really stupid to destroy my friendship with him. (You mean like whipping out your dick in his truck, something stupid like that, huh? If it wasn’t for some one-on-one serious getting real with each other conversations after the fact, it would be hard to believe that could have worked as well as it did. I'm not sure either one of us have written much about those talks yet. Probably just skirted it somewhat.)

I had tried writing a few creative story lines after the dream, but I had nothing. I mean absolutely fucking nothing at all, just because I had these jack-off fantasies about Mark for years, didn’t mean I had anything I could really write in depth about. My fantasies were very shallow at best; the ultimate goal was only for a quick jack-off and never getting caught. Hardly enough to sustain a full chapter no matter how short of a story I wrote. (You will never read anything I wrote back then because I destroyed them immediately after each fruitless try. You may thank me any time now.) 

I was so cock sure I could write something erotic that would turn somebody on, or if for nothing else, at least myself. Up until our friendship was being strained by less and less time together, I was consistently fantasizing about my good buddy Mark as to be a serious concern for me. That just resulted in me feeling like a horny teenager without a fuck buddy, real or rubber! Imagine the poor horny guy only dreaming about what real guy sex would be like instead of with his own hand.

I figured with the amount of writing I did at work that at least I should have some serious writing skills. I found it hard to believe all that thinking added up to a big fat horny zero! It’s pretty hilarious to think about now, almost three years later; maybe you should have, perhaps, a little practical experience in the subject you want to write about first. You think, huh? Maybe all those jack-off fantasies I was having for years just aren’t going to cut it as practical experience. Well for the old me back then, that was the sad truth facing me at the time. I'm sad that I'm writing this about me, however, I think I redeemed myself over the years, huh?

I came to believe there are more men in the world that matched my horny non-experience level at one time or another than I can possibly imagine, that helped a bit. Guys like me who wished they had a chance to experience at least one great, maybe incredible, sexual encounter with another guy that turned them on, even if it was to be their one and only experience in a lifetime. Think about how much better their sexual fantasies would be after a great blowjob or fuck. Yeah, thinking like that put my idea of writing a story for my horny blog off for a while, at least until after the trip together. (Talk about gaining experience!)

MARCUS, A MAN WITH MANY WISHES
I wished I had a fuck buddy some guys have talked about online. I wish I knew what my dick would feel like with a real man giving me a blowjob. (I figured guys would know much better how it should be done properly, certainly not like the ones I ever got from either of my wives or girlfriends over the years.) I wished I knew how to find such a man, more and more almost daily. Mark was certainly safe from that threat, he's made it known to me exactly how that was never going to happen. Yeah, I wish I had the balls I thought I had in my outrageous fantasies. Here I am with the abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous Mark as my incredible best friend for years filling my imagination with every sexual fantasy I needed to get myself off. At that time, there were some things best left to just the imagination and hand’s off; and Mark qualified as one of them. As horny as he made me at times, yeah constantly after a while, I could never imagine how to make my fantasies a reality with him. I chose to settle for the next best thing, have my best friend never have a reason to shun me. I can settle for second best, hanging with him every chance I can get. It was a reality for seven years and nine months, a benchmark time-stamp burnt into my memory banks forever.

So, here I am with nothing but a desire to write something as erotic as my dream was and BGR wasn’t even a possible title in my head yet. No question after so many failed writing attempts, get some fucking experience or pick something else to write about. See that’s the rub, once I got the bug to write something erotic, I decided to write about my hidden attractions for Mark over the past several years. I played the straight card to everyone, and I did it pretty damn well, too. But that’s not how I was feeling inside anymore; I wanted the chance to live inside out. I had no real chance for that to happen, not even with my gorgeous buddy. Hell, he took every opportunity to declare how straight he was to the four of us and was downright nasty in his opinions about gay people. (Sorry buddy you know how that went down between us, old news apologized for way too often, no sweat, okay.)

What I just wrote about mostly described the three weeks after my vivid dream and before our lake trip together. I had postponed my writers dream to work on the coming trip we were planning. At that point I saw that the trip plans in progress had turned around the sad situation that was destroying our friendship. Mark was so excited about getting away together that it actually rubbed off on me, and I was getting excited as well. If there was any writing coming up it was going to be afterwards. I hope that comment doesn't make you think I expected anything sexual between us at the lake. I expected to rekindle a wonderful, heartwarming friendship once more. No expectations beyond coming back better friends than ever before. Haha, yeah, I guess we did, huh?

Every so often my mind wanders back to how we got to the point we’ve reached today. Somehow that first time away together gets top billing. It certainly trumps the several years as best buddy neighbors. I also know for a fact that our wives were instrumental in getting our friendship slump dealt with. It was affecting all four of us and that was something needing correction. It wasn’t until about 10 days before the trip that we poured ourselves 100% into the trip. So many texts and calls between us, it looked like it was going to be an amazing time. Still no plans to write anything but a short story from the dream I had eventually, and I gave up on anything sexual. To be frank with you, considering how savvy I think I am, why the fuck didn't I expect the trip to actually go the way it did? I wish I knew the answer to that one.

THE BLOG HAD A REASON NOW
When we were back home, and two brand new men, how could I not start writing everything I could remember, thought about, and tried to imagine what was going through my buddy’s mind. It was a good thing it was only a weekend to remember about. A lot went down in a couple of days!

As I began writing down random thoughts just to not forget anything, one important thing became apparent to me, I didn’t have a fucking clue how to pull this story off; it had all these parts going in every direction. Maybe it needed a timeline I thought and then as I began writing one, it was obvious, something important was missing. What it needed was my buddy there talking me through it, remembering every little thing with me. So, I starting writing as if he were there helping me. Of course, he wasn’t, but I wrote it as if he were there, imagining what he was telling me, feelings whatever.

Can you imagine what those several days after the trip were like for me trying to write my story? Who were these two new men? Where were the two men who planned and left for the trip so innocently, (Innocently? Really!) because they never came back home the same way. Oh, I had my useful fantasies developed over our years of friendship to draw upon, but nothing like the new reality though. I could try and bring the sexual feelings into my story, which I did often when I tried to imagine what was going on in Mark’s head.

I wish I could just tell you that we had these wonderful conversations delving into our new found sexuality during that weekend. Oh, yes the topic came up for every down minute we had, hahah, fucking dream on Marcus. I was scared out of my fucking skull to even think about what the next minute would bring, and yet at the same time, couldn’t wait to see what that will be for us. Horny never went away!

GETTING AS REAL AS I KNEW HOW
I finally allowed myself to ‘come out’ to those who read the BGR journal, but no one else could know that. Oh, believe me, there were many pages written and then deleted struggling with becoming Marcus for you and trying to describe how it was actually happening for real. If I was going to be true to myself then I needed to be honest in my writing, I believed that, too. It was safe to talk to you in the journal, it was safe now to admit stuff I hid normally. Why couldn’t I come out as really a gay guy or at least bisexual. I was trying to reach out to guys with a background somewhat like my own in BGR.

Sadly, as I was reaching out to you, I had not reached out to Mark in the same way. I have no idea why it was so difficult to discuss what was going on in my head after the most powerfully erotic experience in my lifetime happened with my best friend and brother from another mother. Maybe it was too embarrassing or maybe if we talked about it too much, we’d change our minds or deny it ever took place at all. All of that was still possible, I just knew it!

That was my new reality now writing the short story blog and eventual journal; it lasted for quite a few chapters until I got brave enough to let Mark know about what I was doing. That story was covered in my Chapter 29; man did he have a lot of reading to catch up on! That day at Big Sur could have been a disaster if he over-reacted about the short story chapters, obviously that wasn’t the case though. One more time I was guessing about what he would think. There was a strong enough bond between us to pull us through what could have been a problem. Nice thing about having a buddy as horny as yourself I guess.

Somehow, I feel apologies are due posthumously to Mark for building a ‘Larry’ character only physically close to him and vaguely reminiscent of the real Mark making his break through to all of us. I actually cringed yesterday reading some of my own words written long before he knew of the journal. Larry has done a wonderful job of being himself, whether as Mark or Larry, for you in his chapters. I’m delighted that he keeps the character and tone of his words and the choices made as real as he can for us. On the other hand, I’ve always been Marcus for you, the guy I wanted to unleash from my years of hiding. You know very little of the Corporate me or the Educator me; frankly, I don’t think they are worth writing about. I’d rather read about Larry comparing himself to the old Mark, that’s more fascinating for me.

POOL GUY JOE HAS ROOTS IN HERE TOO

Okay, I’m not trying to rain on Larry’s ‘JOE’ parade here, however, since Joe has been brought up several times in the blog, I thought I’d offer my own little story. I’ve used Joe’s services to keep my pool perfect all year around for many years. I’ve had other men try, but they couldn’t hold a candle to Joe, period. Nice to know, but not my story.  

Considering my penchant for swimming naked as often as I can, there was very little chance I’d never be caught naked by Joe. Maybe I wanted to get caught, who knows. However, I did give Joe the access code to enter my backyard after I was convinced to keep him on the job. There’s this little annoyance that works out to be extremely helpful; my gate has a squeak upon opening that pierces the brain but it’s also a wonderful alarm that the gate has been entered. I always promised Larry back when he was still Mark living next door that I’d fix the squeak but kept thinking, “uh, uh, squeak good!”

Joe’s normal day here is every Tuesday or at times, Thursday mornings, and hopefully around 8:00am, and he’s been doing that for many years. It was very close to the start of his service with me that he did catch me naked and in the pool. I’ll give him credit; he diffused the situation immediately and apologized and offered to come back. Hardly a big problem now that he’s seen me naked, just stay and do his job as I left the pool for him. He did tell me that I wasn’t alone getting caught in the pool, lots of his clients swim in the nude. I do believe he thought that would make me feel better, nope, it didn’t.

If we did the mental math on me getting caught by him over the years, maybe it’s over 90% of the time. I have if anything, a callous on my insecurities about him seeing me naked by now. There is a major difference in his behavior now though with Larry in the picture. I never asked Joe to join me in the pool as Larry has done, but I certainly have offered a cups of coffee over the years, which he happily enjoyed with me. Of course, for the coffee I was either covered in a swim towel or put on some shorts. I hope you figured that out on your own. 

I said there was a difference now that we have all been naked in the pool together. That’s something I’m letting Larry deal with here in the journal, it’s his story and it’s been a hot issue with you guys. As I said and mean, I won’t take Joe away from Larry’s storyline, but I’ll add that Larry working on my mental image of my ‘shower/grower’ thing and those years of exposure of my nakedness with Joe has made me very comfortable in the pool with all three of us in the ‘all together.’ I’ve seen little snippets of Joe’s dick when he’d squat down to talk with me while I was in the pool, but no way in hell did that tell me how big he really was. That dick of his must be at least 9 or 10 inches flaccid! Sorry Joe for talking behind your back like that. (Maybe I'm not sorry, maybe if you saw for yourself, you'll understand.)

I guess it could cross your mind to wonder if Joe’s often slipped dick turned me on; what do you think? Of course, it did. It got to the point that I looked forward to each and every time he’d squat down to talk to me while I was in the pool. Was I a fucking chicken to do anything to encourage him to join me in the pool? You bet I was. If I could turn back time and aggressively get him naked in the pool with me, would I do anything different? Oh, I could get in real trouble here, even though I’m talking about a time with ‘Mark’ as my next-door best friend but long before he became ‘Larry.’ I think not. 

I enjoyed the relationship I had with Joe; learning about his growing family and hearing his stories about how he interacted with his little girls as they were growing up. I valued him as a friend and the best thing my pool had going for it for years. Maybe I treated him as if he was one of my companies employees; but I’d never get accused of being a sexual predator at work or at home.

Now that I’m stepping on Larry’s storyline I’m feeling a bit guilty, sorry Babe I’ll move on soon enough. I’m not sure there are any other reasons for my actions, or lack of actions with Joe; he’s a really cool guy, you’d all love to know him as a buddy I’m sure. However, as I’ve stated in the past, not every man with a dick has turned my head around. You know who has gained my rapt attention for years; maybe if Joe was a ‘Mark clone’ I would have reacted differently. Joe’s a fine-looking man, I bet he could turn heads around even with his big dick hidden in his pants! Hahah! Oh, that is nasty to say, I’m just trying to be humorous again. I think I'd pay to watch how he holsters that beast of his inside his pants. Where do you put such a thing and not have it showing? Haha. I promise to apologize to Larry as soon as he reads this bit of dark humor. I will. Obviously he nor us had any say so over dick size, but it must have been a short line for him when they were handing out dicks. Okay, I'll stop with the dick humor. Maybe. 

I’m sure that I can safely say if I got him to get naked in the pool with me several years ago, it would be the first and last time ever. I wouldn’t want to be put into a comparison match with him, I’d freak out. Yes, I know I’ve said he’s caught me naked more than enough times, and I became used to that. However, my insecurities weren’t affected by the one-sided nudity, it should have been, but he made it seem like a normal thing that happens sometimes. I do credit Larry with working on my dick insecurities to the point where I’m now above comfortable with ‘big Joe’ naked with us, as long as Larry is naked with me. And to Joe’s credit he never has made us feel inadequate to him; I must give him props for being cool, way cool about that.

So, my part of the Joe story is not as exciting as it’s turning out to be for Larry. I agree with some of the comments and emails we get, there’s probably going to be a time that mutual touching will happen, and it would be wise for us to have a workable exit plan. Larry has already mentioned that he’s afraid that he has given Joe the idea that he wants more than just friendship and information from him. I expect there will be some very important discussions between us that we may write about. It’s not that we haven’t had a third man get us off in the past, but it was never the plan. We did survive and grew stronger as a couple as well.

UPDATE ON COVID-19 +

There’s so much we both want to do and that damn virus and it’s variants keep popping up everywhere, including the much larger Roseville, our neighboring city. We’d love to travel, maybe take a cruise, but we are not going to take chances on catching the virus. We both have our booster shots now, but I don’t trust that we won’t run into any anti-vaxers; not too likely they’ll be wearing signs stating such. I can’t believe the shit those people are havocking on the sensible world and our hospitals and staff around the country.

It’s taken so long to get to where we are together, I’m not risking loosing what we have now to some off-chance encounter with a virus carrying person. Fortunately, Larry feels the same, besides we do have a wonderful home to share and projects to do here yet. We are not bored; you don’t need to go there at all. I brought this up because I’d so want to take Larry off someplace for his birthday or perhaps the Christmas Holiday, but we have decided it’s not worth the risk yet. One day soon thought, I hope.

LARRY’S 55th BIRTHDAY CAME ON DECEMBER 9th 

Larry had his 55th birthday recently on December 9th and long before I had any hope of finishing this chapter in time to post. As stated already, a trip away would have been nice, but we will wait a while longer; so, a gift was needed that’s not a trip to someplace nice. I’ve heard enough from him over the months to know how much he’d love to get his wood working equipment over here and out of his garage next door. Unfortunately, our garage is packed to the gills now since it’s holding our three vehicles. His big-ass truck looks even bigger inside, but I’m so happy he found a way to make it fit, that’s his baby other than his boat baby. My dad’s sports car remains covered in the third bay and is rarely used. As the warmer weather gets here, I’m sure we will take out on the road again.

We have more than enough room on our property to hold a special gift I’m sure he would love almost as much as living here! I decided to purchase a roomy ‘Tuff Shed’ to be assembled on the west side of our back yard. I know the perfect spot, too; a cemented area used sometimes for overflow tables and chairs for Lisa’s Garden parties. That’s history now (or better be) and will be perfect to build the Tuff Shed to hold all of his wood working equipment. 

Getting it built without his knowledge was an impossibility given he works from our home office now. At least my gift choice was unknown to him until I needed to deal with things like, electrical wiring, heat and air, insulation, dry wall, flooring, items all best left to him to help me choose. I did pick out a design for the exterior to blend in with our home along with some custom work eventually. And I fully expected it to blend in and not look like it was just dropped there by some crane operator on the street. (Tell me that Lisa didn’t rub off on me a little bit, huh!)

It was certainly a lot more complicated than what I was prepared for, and I really appreciated getting Larry’s expertise on the important decisions to be made. After all its going to be his wood working man-cave, right? However, I only want a few things for me in there, too. A small stool for me to sit on and watch him work at times. I also figured a small refrigerator to hold his cold club soda and bottled water for me was needed. Something funny hit me while writing this paragraph, before there was a Mark/Larry in my life, I’d say the small refrigerator would be to hold the needed beer. I’m so honored to know I’ve been a force in Mark’s life that has kept him sober for so long now. I get goosebumps thinking I’ve had a positive roll in his life way before we came out to each other.

I figured if the shed was big enough it could have a corner counter to hold a microwave and whatever else I might need to be comfortable. Hahah! Hey, the chances are he’ll bury himself out there and I’ll eventually forget what he looked like! I don’t want this to be the gift from hell that I’ll regret forever. I’m just watching out for my own best interests, right! Right? Too much me in the gift huh? Like I said just watching out for the future us. Me.

Man, you should have seen him change gears from working in the office to trying to direct the installers on their job. I doubt they were pleased with the help though. It was the most fun I had in a while watching him doing what he knows best and catching the almost ‘kid-like’ joy emanating from him. After the shed is finally built and operational, we will need to transfer all of his wood working equipment from his garage. I’ll help the best I can, I’ll see that the gate is open for him and have a hand towel ready to wipe the sweat from his brow. Perhaps a cold Club Soda with lime. It’s the least I could do, huh? I think I just dug myself an early grave writing that! We will need some moving equipment to rent soon enough. Some of his bigger tools look like they weigh a fucking ton.

I have no idea when the work shed will be totally operable yet, this is Larry’s present to deal with and no pressure from me for a timeline. I’m sure you’ll read updates from him from time to time. I get the privilege to see a master at work designing the perfect man cave for himself. I hadn’t considered that he’d take his sweet time completing the task, but I understand completely how important that every detail meets his exacting expectations. I’d expect no less from him. Besides it was my present to him, and he can take as long as he likes making it perfect. Chances are either one of our wives would have given us a deadline to meet. Fuck that around here now!

TIME SHIFT TO CHRISTMASTIME

I’m probably not the best gift idea man I guess; I’ve never quite got good enough picking the right gift for anyone, although Larry seems to love his birthday present. It’s not that I don’t care enough, because I do. I’m not afraid of opening my wallet if needed, but I also don’t want the cost of a gift to be the most important part. I’d love for my gift to say it came from my heart, end of story.

I’ve been sitting on an idea for his Christmas present for a while now, I’m sure the timing is right, and my gift will definitely be from the heart. How could it go wrong, huh? I’m committed to the gift and for a good reason, it had to be made first. And one more thing, I can’t write about it and post it before Christmas for obvious reasons. So, I’m sorry you had to wait for this chapter, I couldn’t give away my gifts online and lose the surprise. However, it’s past Christmas now and I can actually finish writing and post how everything went down.

My gift arrived in plenty of time, and I had it hidden in the house for a while too. At our age, I hardly expect him to go searching like a child might for gifts, so I had it placed in my bedside table drawer. I figured if I was wrong about him looking, he’d never think I’d put it in such an easy place to find. I can safely say now after the fact that I was right, he did not go looking for it. I didn’t need to ask him, his reaction upon seeing it told me it never entered his mind to go looking.

My gift had been on my mind for some time now… oh fuck, there’s no way I can continue on with this line of conversation with you any longer; I’ll have to let you in on my secret or go crazy trying to figure out how to write this part. I bought him an engagement ring! Not just any ring though. For as long as I’ve known him, he’s commented on my own ring often. So much so, that I wrote a note long ago if I pass on before him that my ring is going to him. I never thought more about it. But that was years ago, and so much has changed between us. So, yours truly tried to contact to the artist that created my ring long ago and eventually found him in Truckee, CA. I could write a chapter on how difficult that turned out to be, too. I asked him to create a very similar designed wedding ring for Larry. It’s a lost wax gold nugget design in 18 carat gold. Our hands are about the same size, I just measured mine and said to make his that size. If I was wrong it won’t be hard to adjust the fit.

Yes, you read it right, I’m going to propose marriage to him on Christmas morning. It’s a risky move but it’s definitely time. We’ve both written that we can’t imagine not being together forever. Whatever will be facing us, we can do together. The thing on my mind most of the time after I decided to go through with the proposal was how I would accomplish the task. I’ll tell you one thing for damn sure, it won’t be on one knee, especially the new knee! It has to be so much better than that, it must be something he’ll remember for the rest of his life. Imagine, me on one knee, hah, it’s going to be way hotter than that! I guess you can now see what’s been on my mind for days, more like weeks, before I started writing this chapter. I also know that some of you writing us will be happy for us and can’t wait for us to tie the knot.

CHRISTMAS EVE AND HOLDING

On Christmas Eve we stayed up longer than usual, just watching some TV, drinking some coffee, and cuddling on the couch. Caffeine does not affect either of us at night. (I wonder if someone who hated coffee put the late-night coffee rumor out there on purpose?)

It was a quiet evening, lightly raining and just so nice being able to be together, just the two of us, no worries about being caught, although we haven’t had that issue for months. Sometimes I’d think about those times when we had to be so cautious just to be together whether there was sex involved or not. 

We did eventually head for bed later than usual for us. You know I still get a charge out of saying that we go to bed together; that concept was so not my life before Larry. I was so glad we decided not to open presents before the morning, too. That would screw up all my planning. Even though my planning was still in a let’s see how it goes situation. Depends on how and when we wake up in the morning. I figured this was going to happen in bed, that’s why my gift is in the drawer on my side of the bed. I also figured that sometime in the night on one of my pee trips, I’d transfer the little box to under my pillow. He’d never know if he was asleep. I also thought maybe while he’s asleep that I should get myself prepared for some hot action that will happen after my gift became known. That also meant lube and plenty of it as well. I had great plans for that throbbing dick of his, and hopefully mine as well. All that was in my head before hitting the pillow.

After all that setup from me, I guess by now you were expecting we’d actually forget being tired and get all sweaty, huh? Frankly, I figured it would be more appropriate in the morning after my gift. However, if Larry pushed for something at bedtime, old horny me would be onboard, not a problem. No, nothing better than snuggling together after our bathroom rituals. Happily, I got to be the alpha cuddle guy first. I love to feel his furry ass against my belly and let my left hand always finds something to play with or just hold onto until I fall asleep. I may have started out this way, but hours later I found myself with Larry snuggling up against my ass with my dick in a lock hold by him. I never stay in one position very long in bed and I had turned myself away from him for a while trying to get to sleep. Well sleep was hit and miss for most of the night, my mind was working overtime that night. No question, if I find myself cuddled and my dick being held, I'd love it! That is something that I never had experienced before in either of my marriages. Ask my dick if it’s happy when it happens, well that night, if it could talk it would say, “Really, now when I need to go pee again, huh? Aw, I love being held by him, too!” With great regret, I did need to remove his hand, his wonderfully warm and loving fingers, to get up knowing full well I could not expect to return to that position. Damned pee, but probably more like nerves at work that night! 

I did return after preparing myself as I planned and found Larry was still facing in my direction, however, he had a solid hold of his own dick by then. I guess the hand wanted what it wanted, any passing dick in the night. Haha! At least I had a chance to move my gift box to under my pillow while he was sleeping. Well, I figured since he was still facing my direction, I’d try to snuggle back into his embrace. Hey, I tried at least I can say that much; he just rolled over. However, I did doze off for a while giving my brain a chance to rest for a bit. Maybe that’s what I needed because when I awoke again, I knew exactly how it was going to take place.

IT’S TIME AND THERE’S DIM LIGHT NOW

I previously figured there had to be some morning light in the room, this wasn’t meant for the dark, how would he see my present in the dark. Of course, it wasn’t just the ring I had in mind for the present; me, I was a present too. Really, come on, no sex at bedtime, means there’s a good chance for before we get out of bed sex. Okay, after we go pee first, considering our age. (Are you getting tired of reading about pee needs as much as me writing about it? Current facts of life dudes!) I remember those times as a young stud when my morning wood was all I needed, I could pee later. Yeah, I remember although it’s a little foggy now. At least it’s not just me with the pressing pee problem. It’s so nice sharing problems! Haha!

Once I was awake enough, I had only one thing in mind, get him up, it’s present time. I even had a workable ‘Plan A’ now, hoping my ‘Plan B’ will not be needed. I was going to gently turn him over onto his back if he wasn’t already. He wasn’t so I started to turn him over. Something told me he’s faking sleep; he was too easy to turn over. Come on guys, he’s a 185-pound sack of bricks with no dead weight for me to deal with at all. Really.

Imagine, the floppy dick is to be me, haha.

My next trick might have been trouble for my new knee, but I was willing to tough it out. I climbed over him straddling his middle while on my bended knees. No pain yet, but it’s a mattress not cement. I really didn’t have any of my weight on him though, but all of a sudden I felt both of his legs moving up as a butt rest for my ass. Oh, he’s awake for sure and I got a “Merry Christmas sexy old man on top of me; horny huh?” Or something similar to that, my brain was working on overdrive at the time. I had to fix my own balls by then, I was mostly sitting on them as he moved his legs up. His dick was already hard and laying on his stomach per usual, I was going to fix that position as soon as I retrieved the silicone lube I also stashed under my pillow with the ring box. I had my action plan and I’m not getting any objection so far, like either one of us would anyway. I raised my body up some and pushed his now lubed hard dick under me and then guided him into me. Note to Marcus: Always double the lube, think about it! As I settled down on him, I can honestly say that was probably the easiest, quickest and deepest he’s been in me in almost three years. Larry made some adjustments to his legs for me, and I had no plans on moving just yet, I wanted him in me as deep as he could be until I proposed. I thought hard about this, and this is what I chose, I also considered being the top guy in the scenario, but what I chose kept coming up in my head, so I went with it. (Do you have any idea how hard it is to find pictures that match my story? I didn't think so, but if you buy that's my dick flopping around, bless you sweet buddy!) 

My choice for Larry's ring.

I think I was as nervous as the first time I presented my dick to him almost three years ago in his truck on the way to the lake. I cleared my throat since the current sounds coming out were like nothing I’ve ever heard before. I’m thinking man, don’t fucking blow this. I recited some words we’ve both used on each other at times. “I love you to the moon and back, babe. I need you to be in my life forever, whether it’s my moon or your Mars. I love you and you love me, but I want more, I want you to be my husband. Will you marry me?” There I said it in one breath. I did and said everything I planned to do and now it’s wait time. And catch my breath and settle my nerves! And hope I didn’t shrink his dick out of me doing it this way. Not very romantic now that I’m writing about it, and wished I took more time to write something really beautiful to memorize, but its what I came up with at the time. I have a lifetime of rehearsals behind me, this time I wanted something contemporaneous, or less rehearsed sounding. 

Oh yes, maybe some of you figured that there would be tears or a moment of silence, there was. It seemed like an eternity waiting for the “Yes, of course I will.” But it didn’t come that way. The other guy in me not known as the Marcus you know, would be licking his wounds and just fade away into the shadows of the scene. I’d be trying to regain my lost dignity if the answer was anything other than, “Yes.” However, nothing went down that way at all. And he didn’t lose his erection either! The stud!

What happened next was accomplished through the best thing going between us; no, not the horny sex we are good for, (yes, I know I told you his dick was deep in me at the time, just not actively in me) or lots of dialog trying to map out the next steps. No, the best thing we’ve always have had together is our silent communication done with our eyes looking into each other’s soul. 

Larry’s eyes were glazing over before any words were spoken; I knew it would be this way. Seeing his non-verbal response got my eyes so blurry I hardly could see him clearly any longer, and I was just inches away. Not a word yet, but it didn’t stop him from reaching out both arms to pull me on top of him and with an adjustment of his legs made sure he never dropped out of me. However, he almost squeezed the fucking last breath out of my lungs.  A slight repositioning of my body allowed us the kiss that matched the hug, long and passionate enough that I almost gasped for my breath once again. After I caught my breath back I asked, “So, is that a yes?” “What do you think asshole! Of course, I will. Does that mean we are engaged for real?” “Not until you open your present.” “Where is it.” “Under my pillow for safe keeping.” I handed the little box nicely wrapped to him and like a little kid, he had the wrapper torn off in a couple of seconds and the box opened. But what came next truly showed me my purchase decision was correct. Again, no words, but this time his tears were real. Finally, when he composed himself, like I wasn’t a wreck myself, he tried to say it looked a lot like my ring. He got the words out in a staccato way, but I heard them, and I tried to quell my own emotions. Aw, forget holding back on the emotions, I let go of everything I had in me, too.

In case you are wondering if one, his dick is still hard; two, is it still in me; three, was there hot sex. Yes, yes, and do you know us at all, YES! Hang in there, I’ll get to it soon enough.

As I’ve stated, I’ve known how much he has admired my ring over the years, so, there was no way I wasn’t going to find a way to have something like it reproduced for him. I always thought it would be a great present for years but figured it would be too grand of a gesture for a best friends birthday or Christmas present. It had to be a more important event than those choices, a marriage proposal was the right choice.

However, (isn’t there always an ‘however’ in stories?) Larry has a simple white gold ring on his hand as a reminder he’s in a marriage that’s not working any longer. But married he is still, of course me, too. It’s not time to take off his marriage ring yet, so he slipped my ring on his finger up to the old one, and it fit perfectly. One day soon, mine will be the only one you’ll see on his hand. One day soon we will address the situation to our wives, it’s time to free everyone to live their lives accordingly. I don’t think we will have a fight on our hands at all. 

WAIT, IT’S NOT OVER YET. I DIDN’T GET MY GIFT YET

The dust hardly settled from the moment I put the ring on Larry's finger when I was told he had a gift for me too. Of course, I had to say, “Where is it, under your pillow?” “Nope, it’s a different kind of gift and I hope you like it.” “Of course, I will, so, where or what is it?” “I hope you are ready for it!” So goofy me asked and hoped it wasn’t a pony because I gave up that hope as a little kid. I got a laugh, my goal anyway. He said it’s very different from a pony or anything he ever gave anyone before. Man, he’s got my mind going in all directions. And to top it off asked if I’d like to have hot sex first. Well, he didn’t put it exactly like that, he’s just prolonging the agony of me knowing what the gift is.

I hope you realize at this point I’m trying to remember lots of dialog and emotions, let alone the ‘hot sex’ that hasn’t happened yet. Before he told me, he suggested that we reverse our positions because I’ve got to be hurting my knees by now. See even when he’s teasing me on my gift, at least he’s thinking about my comfort. Tell me marriage is wrong for us, huh? So, we switched, and I could almost hear my knees saying thank you and it’s about fucking time!

Now in the much more comfortable position, he told me my gift was not something he could wrap. Of course, I asked if it was too big and where is it. Just like a bratty kid, huh? Haha. Man, he was stalling for some reason, it was like he thought I might not like his gift choice. That would never happen, really! “Okay Larry spill the beans, what’s my present?” He started out like he was stalling again with, “You know how much I love working here with you, right” “Of course I do.” “Well, I’m not going to be working here starting next week.” “Really, that’s my fucking gift, you are going back to the office again, that’s not a gift, that’s torture for me.” He continued on with, “Settle down dude, I’m not working here because I’m on a leave for several months.” So, I asked, “Did your partners ask you to do this?” “No, I took a sabba-something like you can do at the university.” “You mean a sabbatical.” “Ya, a sabba-thingie, just like you.” “Okay then this is a really great gift for me, so, what’s your plan, stay in bed with me for hours?” And then he told me finally, he had been thinking for a very long time about retiring early but knew what I went through and wasn’t sure how he’d handle it himself. But the real reason was for all the things we wanted to do around the place. His birthday present is still not completed yet. The structure its up, but all the other things needed to be done are still waiting. And then the media room hasn’t even started beyond the sketchbook idea. But most of all, he wanted to be free to be with me whenever we wanted. I don’t think there could be a better gift that his, except for my proposal. I think that might trump his, just thinking to myself of course.

PREVIEW OF COMING ATTRACTIONS

Lisa and I have had a prenup working for us since we both came to our marriage with considerable private property. Actually, Lisa was doing much better with her money, while much of my earnings were redirected to my first family. She was able to hold on to her earnings and collect more from her ex-husband. There’s something terribly wrong with that picture. However, I was doing okay and living within my means. I was single and already living here in my house before I married Lisa. She wasn’t the only fair lady that I entertained here in my single years. I used so little of the house for myself. It really was something my Pops concocted for the firm; I was the caretaker and not the owner just yet.

Pops designed the prenup and legal briefs needed so that I was the sole owner after the talk of marriage kept coming up. There was no way the home would be taken from me in the event of a divorce. He had a lot of interest in my place being available for business needs as well as a reward for doing as he asked of me for years. As to anything Lisa has purchased for this house and there is quite a bit, she can have it anytime she wishes. Personally, I’d love to see the rest of the closets emptied of her clothes. There’s some fine furniture she might like, maybe Ellen would agree. Go for it, I cherish nothing other than the 5’8” blonde naked furry hunk that sleeps next to me every night. I can buy furniture, screw that, we can pick out furniture we both like if she takes it all. It’s not important to me at all. Just leave our coffee station alone!

Larry is in a more normal legal position with the community property laws of California. I won’t speak for him here and let him decide what kind of information he is willing to share with us. However, (there it is again), I will support his decisions whatever they might be. Here I am speaking for him after I told myself I wouldn’t. If I were him I’d give everything over to Ellen; we have plans to get all of his important stuff over here now. All but the boat, but I have some ideas on that as well for him. I am willing to share everything I own right down the middle; we’ve been doing that for months anyway right down to the silky underwear and clothes that fit him; I’m that much in love with him. I don’t think I’m wrong thinking this way, but if I am, I don’t need this grand lifestyle I’ve had to live any longer. I was ready to give it up some time ago.

So, guys, those of you who might care somewhat, 2022 has a new engaged couple headed for a marriage one day. Amazing what taking my dick out of my pants has led up to in almost three years. I’m letting that thought sink in for a while. How could such a cheap ass trick go so far. Maybe everything was meant to be, we just were a couple of goofy guys attached to the timeline.

To wrap up this chapter, I’ll wish you all a safe and healthy new year, stay away from Covid the best you can and thank you for sticking with us for so long. Thank you for helping me come to terms with who I really am and being a sounding board for my silliness at times. Oh yeah and putting up with the horny Marcus and for loving my best friend in the world and future husband, Larry. Oh, I love the sound of that.

Love you all.

Marcus

Larry’s Chapter 18 can be found here:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2022/01/larrys-18th-post-i-put-it-out-there.html#more