Larry's 21 Posting: What's Next With My Son

Hi guys, sorry you’ll have to wait a bit longer to hear from Marcus. He said I better finish what I started at the end of my last chapter, or he would instead. Uh uh, not when it’s about my kid, at least not until I do it first. Nah, he wouldn’t do that, he’d just nag me to death until I did. That’s probably the truth too. I bet you thought you’d have to wait a long time for it too. Nope, if I waited I’d probably forget too much stuff. (I saw how long this got to be, so I’m sorry if you hate that.)

I guess the best place to start is where I left off. My son told us he’d go stay with his mom for the night so we could have the privacy he thought we needed. That’s kinda hard to say if it’s true because our bedroom is not close to the other bedrooms in the house. But it was sweet of him to say that. I guess Ellen put the fear of God into him if he didn’t spend more time with her during his visit. I don’t mind that, he did spend almost a week with me camping.

Actually, if you read my last chapter, I told you it got a little loud for us; okay, it was just Marcus. After a week of not getting off, I bet his dick was super sensitive. He can write about that if he wants to next time. He should, he wrote a ton about not cumming for a week I figure he owes it to us, we had to read a whole chapter on how horny he was. I bet he won’t do that again though.

Anyway, I don’t need to write about our Friday night together after he came back home, but you don’t know what happened on Saturday morning though. Everything I write, unless I get distracted like normal, will be from the morning after until my kid left for home on Sunday.

EARLY SATURDAY MORNING
By early I mean a lot later than you are thinking it was. Actually, I found out that Marcus didn’t set the house alarm because he thought my son might set it off if he came back before we were up. Good thinking buddy because what got me up was the sound of my kid calling, “Dad you up?” I got right up and headed to our bedroom door, unlocked it and just stuck my head out of the door since I was still buck naked. I told him, “I am now. Let me get some pants on and I’ll go make us some coffee.” He said he knew how, and he would do it for us. Cool. 

It’s kinda strange thinking about that now that I’m writing about it, why was I trying to hide my naked body from him. I’m so used to being naked around here anyway, even in front of our pool guy Joe. Why was I hiding from my own kid, haven’t got a fucking clue, I just did it automatically. But I got to thinking about it as I was taking a piss before getting my Levi’s on and kinda laughed a bit. Maybe I’m not so over being Mark yet or maybe dad’s don’t get naked in front of their kids. Ya right, I remember all of Marc’s stories about going to nude beaches with his parents and then the pool parties with naked band guys and their wives or girlfriends. Anyway, no biggie, it just popped into my head while writing this.

That morning I just put my Levi’s on, no shirt, socks, or shoes. (Just in case someone is wondering, the almost worn-out jeans were mine not Marc’s.) I’d never think he’d wear jeans and then I see he bought a couple recently and couldn’t wait to show them to me. Lisa wanted to see him in pressed shorts with creases and that’s what he owns.

Anyway, I needed a shower after last night and my jeans don’t give a shit if I haven’t had a shower yet. Maybe you didn’t need to know that. Too late I already wrote it. Hahah. I’m gonna get a shower later and I’ll have company in there you can count on that, and no, not my son. I bet there’s at least 5 of you horny guys hoping it would be my kid though. Really? Anyway, as I was heading out of the bedroom I told Marc to get his lazy ass up, my kid is here making coffee for us. I heard a grunt from him, and I have no hope he’ll be joining us any time soon. Actually I was wrong about that, he just put some pants on and told me to hold up and wait for him. Actually I kinda kept walking and he caught up with me in the hallway outside our bedroom as we headed to the kitchen. He asked me if I knew why he was here so early, I had no clue, maybe he missed us or something. I expected him back after lunch or later.

MEETING UP IN OUR KITCHEN FOR COFFEE AND BREAKFAST
My son was still at the coffee bar when we joined him, the coffee should be ready soon, good thing because I could use some like now. Maybe we all did. I was noticing that my kid seemed a little agitated or something was not right. I saw Marcus studying my kid and I knew right away I better say something before Marc does. I asked him if everything was okay because he didn’t look very happy. Okay, that was the best I could come up with, I’m not really great at this kinda stuff not like Marcus.

He said it was nothing don’t worry, but you know, Marc and me are old married guys, when the wife says it’s nothing, it’s something and we better get to the bottom of it soon or we won’t be sharing the bed for a while. Between Marc and myself we got him to open up to us a little bit. Man he does like to keep stuff to himself though. Maybe we all would when you don’t really know the people you are dealing with very well. The coffee was ready finally and we all got a cup and sat around the kitchen nook table to talk it out.

He unloaded some stuff I wasn’t expecting at all, and it had nothing to do with me, yay! For once It’s not my head on the chopping block. You know something else, the love of my life let me do all the talking, man that must have hurt so fucking bad for him. Marc always has something to add or say that makes sense, but maybe he thought I had this myself and was willing to just back me up if I needed it from him. Don’t think he was that quiet, he was a part of the conversation too, just not always the first to talk. I love that he respected me enough to try to do this myself. 

The problem as I saw it had to do with honesty or truthfulness from his mom and Lisa. Apparently there were a lot of words between them that didn’t sit well with him. Ellen was quick to tell him that his father was not as straight as he thought, and Al was his new love and partner. That was told to him before he even came out to visit. If you read my last chapter you know that he doesn’t have a problem with how people choose to love each other. From what I heard him tell us, Ellen and Lisa didn’t come clean to him about their living arrangements when he could tell it was something else. It was mostly a business arrangement that separated the four of us during the stay-at-home Covid thing.

I didn’t think there was a problem between our wives at all, they seem quite content to keep to themselves and we hardly ever see them anymore. Maybe Ellen is having second thoughts or just that she doesn’t like the idea of being out to anyone, especially our son. If that was so true why did she make sure my son knew all about Marc and myself? I didn’t tell him about them.

Anyhow, there was more than just that, I’m guessing she wasn’t so happy with his lifestyle philosophy and that pansexual thing he told me about. Maybe she’s worried that he’ll leave his wife and act like us. I guess she pushed a few too many of my kid’s buttons and he decided to end the visit and come back over to us sooner. Good for us, she blew it and will be sorry later I bet. My son asked if it was really okay with us that he came back so early and if we wanted to go back to our room, please do it. I just laughed and took a chance by telling him that we took care of what was missing for a week between us, we are cool don’t worry about it. This made Marcus laugh out loud and agree with me. And right in front of my kid Marc kissed me and it wasn’t on the cheek too. Got my kid to smile at us and made me think what’s going on in his head. He sure seems to be on board with us and isn’t all angry or hurt or something else that I don’t know what to think about. This is going great but why? I sure as fuck thought I’d be licking my wounds by now.

He did tell us without us asking why he seemed to be totally on board with us. It was us being honest with him and treating him as an adult and not covering up to save him from the truth. He said a lot more than that and trust me I’m trying really hard to remember everything, and I’m guessing old elephant brain living with me will write some stuff himself. I’m trying so hard to do this all on my own for you though.

We did get off the mom and Lisa thing for a while and over to just us.  My son started asking Marcus lots of questions and most of the time he just called him Al. Marc gave him permission to call him either name and was good with whatever he chose. They talked about teaching school with the ups and downs and my kid was interested in learning what it was like teaching high school kids and Marc asked him about teaching elementary school. And guess what, I’m gonna spare you all of the boring chit chat about teaching, but I listened like a good boy that I am. Hahah, not really. I was thinking about how natural they seemed together.

The two of them had quite a long conversation which gave me the idea that I should get my ass over to the pantry and stove and make some breakfast for us. I chose pancakes because I make them good and I don’t need to follow directions, it’s second nature to me. Besides I want them to like each other, and they are sure chatting up a storm together. I remember smiling all by myself until my cheeks hurt. I’m so fucking happy right now, I really have a charmed life now, but it sure took a long fucking time to get here. 

I remember someone from AA telling me a long time ago, good stuff happens when you choose to get your life together, just wait and see. That was a good call and I’m glad I remembered and chose to get my life in order and not lose Ellen and maybe get my kids not to hate me. Ellen was happy with me, but the kids had other ideas, and I don’t blame them.

A couple of years later we moved next door to Al and Lisa. You know how attracted I was to him, but that was just for me to know about. I started to believe that my new buddy Al was the first real present that I got for keeping sober. He wouldn’t have known that though, but I loved finally having a real best friend, especially him, and I never took another drink again. I can’t imagine ever losing him, nothing ever got me to want to stay sober more than wanting him in my life. I never imagined we’d be like we are today, that would take a way better imagination than mine.

Once the pancake stacks were done and outta the warming oven, I told them to break it up, the grub was ready. My kid asked why we didn’t have pancakes while camping because these were so good. I have no idea; he should be glad I remembered to bring what I did because it happened so quickly. I did thank him and asked if he was just being polite. He said that sounded a little needy and laughed. He said they were the best he ever had and want’s the recipe. Cool, maybe I could do that for him; how do you write a little of this and a little of that though, I don’t measure anything I just do it. I even heated the maple syrup and melted some butter for them, maybe I was trying to be a little show-off, but I just want him to keep liking me. I think it’s working too.

I remember some of the breakfast conversation came from Marcus as he asked if my son would like to have dinner with at home or go out for something. I was surprised, he wanted to stay at home with us. He said, “I’d like to spend as much time getting to know both of you right here if you don’t mind.” He also said, “Maybe if it was okay with us, that he’d like to make dinner for us. I’m a pretty good cook, you’ll see because I do most of the cooking at home.” Of course Marcus was quick to tell him that he did more cooking than Lisa did when they were together, but now your dad and I share the cooking around here.

Marcus said he’d be honored to sample my son’s cooking and of course I did say so too. Maybe I should have reversed that so you’d think it was me saying that first, but it would be a lie. Man, I need to get a lot faster when it comes to getting compliments out. Marc said why don’t we all go shopping for whatever he wants to make for dinner, besides it would be fun to have a son to go shopping with. Man again I blew the timing, I gotta get better or I’m gonna blow it big time. My son said are you sure, and finally I got it out first, “Yes, I’d love to go shopping with you.” I almost bit my tongue getting it out there first though. No question I’ve got  to work on this.

He told us that he’d love to go shopping with us, but maybe you guys might consider getting dressed a little better though and laughed. Yup, not a bad idea and we both could use a shower. I told him give us a half hour to shower and dress. He came back with, “Maybe you guys should shower separately so you don’t go over the half hour okay.” It is a little strange hearing stuff like this from your own kid, but he sure is trying to let us know he’s okay with us just the way we are. What else could it be huh. Marcus couldn’t resist and said that we could save some water if we showered together but promised to keep his hands off of me too. He actually said that to him! Like TMI or something but the two of them laughed hard, so I did too. I didn’t mind being the last to laugh this time though. He said he’d clean up the kitchen while we were getting ready, what a kid!

On the way to our bedroom I punched him on his arm but not hard, he bruises, and told him,  “Maybe we are getting a little loose with what we say to my kid.” He looked at me and said, “Maybe I should notice my kid is a grown man that likes what he see in us and remember how much he didn’t like his mom not being honest with him.” Ya I guess Marc’s right. I hope you didn’t think we’d take my kids advice because well you know why. Maybe you remember there are many shower heads in the shower room to use if we want to, Marc didn’t lay a hand on me, but my kid didn’t say anything about me not touching though. Hahah, but we did lay off the rain shower for sure or we’d forget about my kid waiting in the kitchen. 

There was this itty-bitty problem we didn’t think about before heading to our bedroom, we don’t keep our clean clothes in the bedroom, just in the office closet. So guess what we had to do. Okay, remember now, it’s my kid I’m writing about, not Joe. We wrapped our damp towels around us and headed for our office closet which of course means going through the whole house and then the kitchen before we’d get there. For either of us, that’s always a naked hike through the house, like no big thing and who’s gonna see us or care anyway. But not today.

I bet from what I wrote about my son so far, you might have an idea of what my kid had to say about the two half-naked men walking through the kitchen. Well first he wanted to know why we weren’t dressed yet, and then said, “What’s with the towels, you guys too embarrassed to be seen naked by me, remember we all got pretty acquainted last night. Besides, why are you going through here anyway?”

Man, he must have bigger balls than me, (no I didn’t go looking to see), he’s been saying stuff like that all week. I told him our clothes are in the office closet which made him say, “Of course they are, why? Never mind I’d like to figure that one out myself.” And then he laughed, man, he sure likes laughing at us. I looked over to Marcus when my kid was laughing at us and it sure as fuck looked like he was about to drop his towel because of the kid’s challenge. I said, “Hey, don’t you do that!” Which got both of them saying, “Why not?” And belly laughs came out of both of them, I just shook my head like they were crazy and went onto the office, but I giggled to myself, they don’t need to know that though. This joking around they are doing feels a little strange, just a little bit, but it’s kinda fun doing it too.

Actually my son was done cleaning the kitchen when we arrived in towels. I kinda clean up as I cook, I’m trying to teach Marcus to do that too since I clean up when he cooks. Anyway, my kid followed us into the office, IDK why maybe he wanted to see for himself if we really did have them in there, and there’s the thing about wanting to just see this place which sprawls out in all directions. I was surprised to look back and see him follow us in there, but I didn’t think much about it until we needed to dress, and we are very naked under those damp towels. I just went for it and took off the towel and brought it over to my desk chair for now. And then I walked naked over to the closet to find something to wear. Seeing me that way Marc took his towel off and asked me if I’d put it over on top of mine. So I did which meant strolling over to my chair again and back. My kid just leaned on Marc’s desk and just watched without comments this time. I never felt more comfortable when I wouldn’t normally, and I have no idea why. Even Marc wasn’t showing he was concerned but he was mostly in the closet but very visible to my son’s position at his desk. I decided to just go commando maybe to see if I got a comment from the kid, Marc went to the dresser for some boxers and that meant he was half naked coming out to the closet, he had put on a shirt first. I’m not sure why that’s not how he normally dresses, maybe he thought it was covering his junk, sorry sweetbabes it didn’t. I searched though the closet for a shirt to match the pants and realized everything in there was not where they used to be. I guess Marcus got busy while I was gone.

Anyway, I wanted to write about the naked dressing thing because it will make sense later. Things like that are easy to remember because it was the first time ever, maybe the next time it won’t be so easy to remember. What I can’t tell you is why I wasn’t embarrassed or shy or whatever else you want to call it. I knew my son was watching us getting dressed, it wasn’t such a strange feeling after all; it was like he was just waiting for us to get done and not get sidetracked so we could go shopping. I do remember thinking why the two of us didn’t seem to care that my kid was in there watching us. I doubt we’d tell him to just scram we’re gonna get naked and dress now. I thought about it for a long time that day, but I couldn’t or didn’t want to come up with a good reason why. It came to me later though and I’ll get to that soon,

FINALLY OUTTA THE HOUSE

Marcus thought we should just go to Raley’s it’s the closest grocery store to home, they would have whatever my son was going to make for dinner. On the way to the store Marcus asked my son if he ate fish or was it only vegetables, he told us to please don’t think he doesn’t eat everything because he does, it was his wife that got him eating more vegetables. But he does like fish very much. Oh well, he probably inherited that gene from Ellen. I just go fishing; I don’t eat them. Marc asked if salmon was a good choice for him, oh ya, a perfect choice. Like I said, oh well forget it. Maybe there’s a lonely little steak waiting for me to eat it in the freezer at home. The woe is me thing must have been picked up by Marc because he said, “Don’t worry, we’ll pick up a steak for you.” Yay! And then I immediately felt bad for not being a good sport eater, besides I don’t want me to look bad and Marcus to get all the credit for his support. Okay so I have a petty side sometimes. Anyhow, I told them both that I’m really looking forward to eating whatever both of them were making so don’t buy anything special for me. Marc gave me an assortment of looks, but he ended up with one look that kinda said, “Way to go babe.”

I had the bestest time watching my kid shopping in the big produce area, you know I do that too since I’ve actually been eating the rabbit food to please you know who. Actually it shuts him up on pushing the veggies are good for you thing. I guess it’s all about how you cook them and fresh is so much better than the can shit I had to eat growing up. Like I said, oh well. I’m trying to be a better person.

My kid tried to pay for the groceries he picked out and it was a race to see who had his wallet out first, me or Marc. I told my kid, not in my house he doesn’t pay for anything, that’s my rule. He said if he knew that he’d pick out more expensive shit instead. And then he laughed with us and gave me a big arm around the neck hug and bent over to kiss my cheek right there in the grocery check out line. Marcus had picked out the biggest salmon filet he could find (oh joy), [sarcasm] and said he’d use it on Sunday for brunch before we had to take him to the airport. I told myself, I better eat whatever the hell he’s gonna make with the thing, I don’t want my kid to think I’m chicken shit when it comes to strange food. Okay, salmon is not strange food, only to me and I don’t even know what the fuck it tastes like. I hate fish on principle and I’m not sure I know what that is anymore. I might even like the shit. I know Marc is gonna read this, but I don’t want to erase all this shit out so, oh well I’m screwed.

MY SON WAS THE CHEF TONIGHT

My son said we could watch him if we wanted because our kitchen is almost as big as his family room but be prepared to do stuff or get out of the way, the chef is about to work. I’m getting a charge outta the way he handles himself with us. He’s not the least bit shy, but I guess shy is the last thing a fourth-grade teacher needs to be. Probably explains the way he’s acting with us in the kitchen. He asked me if I was sure I liked Italian food, man do I ever. He’d know that if he read this blog. I better just tell him instead. “Yes I love everything Italian including my Italian Marcus!” He said that since I didn’t like the idea of ground turkey, (sounds yucky), that his sauce will be chunky marinara instead. I like that, I love meat sauce too, but I don’t think ground turkey meat, just cow meat. Marcus is just staying quiet and watching the kid and being smart.

My son bought stuff that was good for Marcus’s diet today, like the Barilla whole wheat wavy lasagne pasta (I read the label) because it’s healthier, whatever I guess, I never thought about pasta as diet food, just carbs. He also bought some ricotta and Parmesan cheese, sour dough bread, lots of garlic and fresh basil, stuff we didn’t have in the pantry. This ought to be good. I eat all that stuff anyway. He started mixing up the filling and boiling water and asked us if we’d like to help him assemble the roll ups. I thought we were having lasagne like in a big pan. My kid is creative, I can see how he and Marc are connecting now.

After he made the pasta soft in boiling water but not totally cooked yet we spread some of the ricotta mixture he made up with eggs, salt and pepper, Parmesan cheese and fresh basil. We rolled them up like he showed us and put them in a baking dish and covered them with his chunky sauce for the oven. Man that was fun to do together, and I was watching really good because if its good, maybe I’ll try that for dinner one day. Well if it tastes good especially with a ton of real meat sauce, that would be greater. I was thinking that as he was directing us what to do, I got to see him acting like a teacher, one with lot of patience too. I think we followed directions good though.

He asked if one of us would make some garlic bread while he cleaned up the mess he made. The kid has organization skills that’s for damn sure, and he’s not bossy like some one I know. I made the garlic bread because I’m not afraid of too much garlic and Marc made a salad for the green stuff. Everything was super good, I loved what my kid came up with, but he said it would have been better with ground turkey. I kept my mouth shut, thank you very much. But I thought ground cow would be better. (Yes I know it’s ground beef, but ground cow sounded funnier.) I ate the salad between bites of garlic bread, made it go down a lot easier. 😛

I over-ate no question, but Marc only had one roll up helping just like my son. No wonder my kid is thin, I could beef him up if he stayed with us though. Actually the lasagne roll ups were very filling, I think I was trying to show him how much I liked what he made, because I really, really did.

We could learn something about clean up duty from my son because everything we used to make the stuff was already in the dishwasher, just our dinner plates and utensils had to be cleaned. I told my son, just sit I’ll take care of it later, he said he was good with doing it. I insisted, just sit with us and talk for a while and let the roll ups find where they want to end up in my gut. I think pasta grows once it’s inside you. I made him laugh, that’s what I like to do, make Marc laugh and you guys too.

Between me and Marc we kept him talking about stuff he does at home, like cooking and taking care of his son when his wife is resting. Especially now that she is having a hard time with the pregnancy. I think we made it comfortable for him to unload what was bothering him at home and just listened and gave advice when he wanted it. Other than that if you think I remember everything we talked about and want me to write about it, you’ll probably need to wait for Marc’s version to be written. I remember the big stuff that gets stuck in my head because that’s what comes out when I sit down and write. I do remember stuff when Marc reminds me though. Maybe I drank that part of my brain away years ago because this is nothing new for me. Ask Ellen no don’t ask her she’d tell you everything.

After we really got relaxed after dinner and just talking Marcus said that he had something he wanted to show us outside. I’ll write about it next.

THE BIG SURPRISE FROM MARCUS

Marcus had a surprise for us, something he arranged before we came home from camping. He asked us to go out to the office deck, he had something to show us. It was kinda late and maybe we should put a coat or something warm on if it’s cold. I guess I was trying to be more of a mother hen than father by saying that. Marc said, it would be okay out for what he had to show us. I can handle the cold, but I wasn’t sure about my kid though. Marcus is a big boy he can figure out if he needs something on by himself.

We all headed to our office to go see what Marcus wanted us to show us. I missed it because I was looking for something on the deck that was new, maybe some new chairs or something. My son saw it first, he said, “There’s steam coming off the pool, is it heated?” Man I sure missed that, and when he turned on the pool lights it was even more visible. I’ve been on Marcus to not fire up the gas heater because it’s so expensive. I’m kinda tight when it comes to unnecessary bills, maybe I should back off once in a while and make him happy. 

Marcus invited all of us to get into the pool, thinking about my kid again, I said but it’s kinda cold out don’t you think. Marc said how does 84° in the pool sound to you. It sounds fucking awesome that’s what. My son told us that he didn’t bring a swimsuit and asked if we had something he could wear. I guess you might figure out what Marc had to say about that. “Absolutely if you want one, but around here we don’t use any, it’s very private.” 

That got my son asking if it was okay if he smoked a joint before going into the pool, that sure got Marc’s attention. Maybe his nerves needed a little something before he strips in front of us. I told him I guess so and he pulled his little box again and lit one up, he offered to pass the joint over to Marc and it caught him off guard.  Marc looked at me for what to do I guess, and I told him don’t worry about me if you think you can handle it, go for it. But make sure you don’t reek of pot when we go to bed later. Marc actually took a hit and another and they finished off the joint. That was a first to see him do in over 12 years as friends. I know he smoked for years but not since we became good buddies. That was Marc’s decision it didn’t come from me.

As soon as they finished smoking Marcus just started taking off his clothes and dived into the pool. I wasn’t expecting that in front of my kid, but we are talking about a stoned Marcus now. Okay I guess it’s now up to me to man up and do the same. I stripped the fastest I have ever before and dived into the pool to join Marc who was already swimming a lap. Maybe all this nakedness was a little too much too soon for my kid because he was still standing fully dressed on the deck. He watched us until Marc returned to the deep end to join me. I kinda felt bad for my kid just standing there, maybe we should have thought this out more before stripping. And then my kid made his move to join us.

Like maybe my kid finally figured what the fuck, why not and just go for it, it’s only us men here. I was hoping it was that until I saw what he did before diving in with us. He started to strip off his clothes taking his time to carefully placed them on one of the deck chairs. We just left our clothes on the deck floor where we stripped them off. We have bad habits I guess, like who’s gonna care huh. And then for some reason I couldn’t stop watching him as he was slowly stripping himself naked in front of us like it was a show he was performing for us or something. Maybe it was the pot he smoked that kinda loosen him up to try something like he was doing. And then my kid was able to do something Marc tried so hard to do and couldn’t pull off a couple of years ago for his pool birthday party with our wives. Of course Marc had more wine in him than he’s used to drinking that day. My braver than I’ll ever be kid did the helicopter spin with his dick in one hand and announced to us, “Look at me all naked in front of my two dads!” And then he did a perfect swan dive into the pool.

Just the Helicopter Spin Not My Kid's Dick!

Okay, that was weird and awesome and still kinda weird, but my kid was committed to making us pay attention to him, which he pulled off perfectly. Don’t think that Marc wasn’t watching to see how to do that trick the right way. Maybe I was still processing his nakedness and the hard to do spinning penis thing. (Please don’t think I could produce a kid with that big of a cock, it’s just a GIF I found to give you an idea. I’d like to say he was that big though,)

Anyway Marcus focused on the statement and grabbed me close to talk into my ear and said, “Did you hear him calling us his two dads?” Ya, I guess I did because I was so into what he was doing so naturally in front of us, how could I ever forget anything that he said. Once I got over the shock of how comfortable my kid was with us, I jokingly told Marc, “See I can make kids that are both Big and Tall.” and all I got was a groan from him. Man, I thought that was worth more than just a groan, maybe a little chuckle or something. I have a feeling Marc is gonna start practicing the helicopter spin now that he found an extra inch or two of soft dick to play with after losing so much weight. I doubt that he’ll ever be able to do it because I tried, and I can’t. You can totally forget everything I just wrote about everyone’s dicks now. Or just keep it to yourselves, okay.

After a couple of laps from each one of us, we all ended up at the deep end, we always end up at the deep end. And the deep end has our special seat, you gotta remember that seat from old chapters huh. Guess who’s sitting on our special seat, man if he only knew how special that seat is, he might just move away quickly. You know, he can’t ever read this blog now, he might get scarred for life if he knew what went on between us on that seat he using. The best times we had after the first trip we took were sneaking sex as often as we could, and that underwater seat was one of the best places we had. You should try having sex underwater and then cumming there and being very quiet about it too. Is it too weird that I’m thinking about what we did on that seat while my kid is still sitting there talking to us? I hope not.

Anyway, I need to stop distracting my thinking if I’ll ever get this written. Marc and my son got into more conversations about quiet places to work and think, and he told my kid that the pool was his quiet office for years and ask him if he had a quiet office space to use. Nope, not gonna happen in a two-bedroom house but sometimes after the 4th graders were excused for the day he could prep for the next day in his classroom. I’m gonna stop here because they could talk for hours and almost did. At least I got my exercise and swam more laps than I normally do with just Marc in the pool. You do remember what I told you about the underwater seat, right? You know, I’m happy they are getting along, I know my kid and me are gonna be great together. We learned so much about each other at the lake, not like I did with Mark at our lake trip though; but you gotta know what I mean. 

My son called me over to where they were talking and asked if there was something wrong. I was spending so much time swimming. No there was nothing wrong, I wanted them to have the conversation they were into, and I haven’t been in the pool for a long time that I was having a great time. Besides the pool is so warm. My son said, yes it’s like a hot tub tonight. Marcus asked if it was too warm, and my kid and I said together, “NO, it’s fucking great.” Okay I was the one who said, “fucking great”, but he got the idea. Marc told me that Joe had turned on the solar a while ago and it was starting to do it’s job, just not good enough yet so he turned on the gas heater for us.

My son said how nice the garden lighting looked and that he never had seen our backyard at night before. And then he said it’s been so many years since he’s been here that the landscaping is making it very private looking. We did talk for a while before getting out of the pool, but don’t think I can remember anything we talked about. Just stuff I guess. The only thing I remembered about getting out of a warm pool when it’s cold out, that you can’t get dressed fast enough. Especially if there’s a breeze, you never want a breeze and we had one that night. Not a wind, just enough to get you goosebumps where you don’t need them. And I promise not to talk about dick shrinkage in front of my kid who can do a helicopter spin with his. Marcus said a warm cup of coffee sure sounded good to him and my kid and me seconded that

Mark had big towels already out on the deck for us, he certainly had planned this part of the visit all by himself. Thanks sweetbabes, that was so cool. We all wrapped in a towel and brought our clothes into the office where we got dressed again. You know I kinda liked that we were all so comfortable with each other tonight. I’d never think Marcus would have acted the way he did, or me I guess. Maybe it was my kid who made us so comfortable being ourselves, nothing fake about us, just a bunch of guys having fun. I liked that very much; I guess I’m a lot more Larry than ever lately. Maybe that goes for Marcus too huh.

BACK INSIDE FOR OUR COFFEE

My son said he should have made a dessert for us, and it was me who said, nah, we don’t need any, just having you here with us is dessert enough. Marc gave me an “Awe that’s sweet”, but it was more about not tempting him with a dessert after dinner while he’s watching his weight. We don’t have desserts in the house anymore, sometimes some fruit like an orange or apple, or a sugar-free Jell-O cup. What I do for him sometimes huh. So far I can still get away with having a dessert without gaining weight, but Marc did remind me about a certain softness I was showing with my belly a while ago. I took care of that, but it’s a warning I guess at my age now. What I didn’t think about was them having the munchies after the swim. Well it’s the price you pay for smoking weed.

With coffee in hand the conversation went to how much my son was enjoying his visit with us and thanked Marcus for accepting him like he was. Oh I know Marc’s gonna be writing about that soon enough. I can’t wait to see how he writes about his visit 

My son told us he thought carefully about the comment he made about having two dads after the camping trip and spending time with the both of us. And he wanted to make sure it didn’t freak us out. You know it takes a lot to stop Marcus from talking too much, but that comment sure as fuck did the job. We both could see that Marcus was moved because his eyes got all watery and he knew it was gonna be hard to talk for a minute. I talked for him instead while he was getting himself together. I told my son there was nothing I’d love more than for him to accept Marcus or Al whatever he wanted to call him, as another dad. I love Marcus so much and you will too if you want to. He said he’d love to have two dads as long as I knew I was his real dad. Marcus finally got it together, but his voice was broken a little bit as he told him how special he thought he was. And he couldn’t wait to meet his kids and wife one day. I agreed on that with him.

Of course Marcus got his voice back and used it for a while, but it was all good, super good stuff coming out of him. He never asked me because he knows me better than I know myself. Marc almost begged him to spend Christmas with us instead of his in-laws, maybe they could do Thanksgiving with them since neither one of us can cook a turkey worth a shit. That made all of us laugh, and it gave him a minute to think about it. Before my kid could talk, old Marc kept going with they should drive out since they’ll need a car to carry back all the kids presents. Flying might be hard with a newborn baby boy too. I just looked at Marcus without saying a word, just smiled at him for doing this for me. Of course I told my son he should think about it for us. Marc wasn’t done yet though, he said there’s never been a family Christmas in this house, there’s been work parties but never a real Christmas tree with real presents, everything was fake including empty wrapped presents under a fake tree.

I joined in with my approval when Marc said it would be wonderful waking up Christmas morning with them and the little boys even though they might be a little young yet. I took a chance at humor at Marc’s expense and said that there’s enough time for him to gain back the 60 pounds he lost to pad the Santa Claus suit for real. I said I took a chance and it got me a punch on my left bicep which did hurt just in case you think it doesn’t hurt to get punch there for me. Just kidding about gaining weight back but he’s gonna be Santa Claus whether he knows it or not, I’m gonna be the PapPap. I feel it in my bones, this is gonna happen I just know it.

All this talk kinda brought up stuff my kid wanted to say too. He told us, but it was for Marcus mostly because we did talk at night in the tent. We talked a lot! Anyway, he said the reason he was here mostly was because he wanted his two sons to have a grandfather with Janssen as his last name, but I’m going back with a father, maybe two fathers, if it was okay with us. Like if it’s okay with us, of course it is okay. Then he said he was sorry that he didn’t have a grandfather and grandmother, he wished he did, and he missed his wife’s grandparents now that they are gone. It would have been nice if his kids could have had great-grandparents, it’s sad but understandable.

Have no fear Marcus is here. Hahah, I’ve always wanted to write that, anyhow, he told my kid about his Pops who took over as his father when he died long ago. Marcus said that maybe one day he could meet Pops and that he’d like him. That’s when I took over and said, Pops likes me better. Guess which bicep got the second punch, that hurt too. At least he spread the pain for me. Hahah. It didn’t hurt that bad anyway. I told him that Pops was Marc’s boss and his God Father and mentor and a bunch of other things, but he does like me better, and you should have seen me move fast to get away from Marc before he found something else to punch.

My son said he knew a better name for Marcus to use than Grandpa like I told him he wanted to be called at the campsite. He said they would call him PopPop in honor of Pops and it would sound good together as “PapPap and PopPop.” Ya, you should have seen Marc’s eyes after that little talk! Like I was any better.

After we finished our coffee but not our conversations, it got late enough to think about going to bed. My son asked to be excused for the night and couldn’t help himself with another joke about us and asked if he should put on his noise canceling ear buds in case we want to get loud. Marcus told him not to worry his room is far enough away to not be bothered but if he wanted to keep his door open maybe he’d hear something. These two guys are a trip, like they don’t get embarrassed. Maybe it’s not too hard to notice that we both have a wicked sense of humor, I just never used it on anyone but Marcus. It’s cool having a kid old enough to do that with I think. Ellen would freak if she heard what we’ve been joking about this week. 

When Marcus was walking with me to our bedroom he asked if I’d like to get a little extra loud tonight. I said, “NO. And not YOU either”. We could wait until after he’s on the plane back home, that would be a proper time to let go. I laughed so he knew I wasn’t very serious, just a little serious. I locked our fucking bedroom door too, so there’s still a little bit Mark left in me yet.

SUNDAY OUR LAST MORNING TOGETHER

The heading tells it all, and I’m feeling sad and lost. My kid found the father he wanted, and I found out how to be a real dad, at least my version. And now he’s gonna be gone with only a maybe he can come back for a visit at Christmas. Who knows if his wife will want to leave her parents alone on Christmas week. And my new grandson will be only a few months old too. I gotta get off this subject because it’s bumming me out too much. I didn’t know I get this way besides I kinda thought it might be a bad visit. But it wasn’t at all. You all know how much I love Marcus and how I can’t imagine living without him, I didn’t know I’d fall in love with my son, but I did and it’s gonna leave a hole in my heart tonight when he leaves us for home.

I know Marc really liked him and will miss him just as much, but I couldn’t stay in bed any longer I just kept tossing and turning and couldn’t get comfortable in any position and if I didn’t get out of bed I’d probably just wake him up before he wants to get up. We kinda put ourselves to sleep with a little sweaty workout in bed, I really don’t want to write about it right now. Besides what don’t you already know about sweaty workouts anyway.

If it was kinda warm in the house, I think we forgot to shut off the heat last night. Normally I’d just go to make coffee the way I get out of bed. Who’s gonna look right. Well there is somebody in the house who will eventually get up and look, so I thought maybe I should cover up before leaving the bedroom. Then I remembered the naked swimming last night, but that was then not now. Besides I didn’t feel like dressing yet and I didn’t have any boxers in the room, so I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around me again before I left our room.

When I got to the kitchen I wasn’t alone anymore, my kid was up and said he couldn’t sleep and got up and made the coffee for us, funny I didn’t smell it walking to the kitchen. I guess he’s thinking about leaving later today too. I walked over to him and said I’d like a big hug if he’s up for it. I forgot I only had a bath towel on, but it didn’t fall off me, that’s good. It was the kind of hug you don’t want to ever end, which I think he felt too. Because he was sobbing before we broke the hold. That’s all I needed to see and I’m no better lately, so I started crying myself without us ever saying a word to each other. We didn’t have to; we knew why and just kept holding each other until it seemed right to just sit down again. I pulled a chair up close to him and just held his hand in mine and we didn’t talk. I never even got a cup of coffee yet. That could wait.

We were only sitting like that for a few minutes which felt right to me, and I looked up and saw Marcus was in the room with us, only he took the time to get dressed first. He started to ask what’s up but saw the red eyes on both of us and that was it for him. He came behind our chairs and gave us a standing over us hug and said he was so sorry that this was coming to an end so soon. He’s not insensitive, he knew the pain we were feeling. He asked my son if he could have a real hug and he got up and gave him one that was as real as the one he gave me.

I knew what he was feeling, it had to be just the same as me. He finally got to spend some time with his father after so many years and now it was going to be over without knowing when it can happen again. He’s a school teacher, with almost two babies and bills and inflation and a wife who can’t help much because she’s having a hard time. I know my kid said he’s not here for money, he’s okay, don’t worry. Marc said he knows all about how difficult it is to make it today and don’t feel bad if we offer to help, it’s not charity, it’s just two dads who want to help him out. My kid said he’s okay don’t worry, talk about stubborn pride, that’s good, he’s got a backbone, but he’s getting help one way or the other.

If you remember, the three of us were in a very emotional state at the time this conversation happened. Marcus just took over like he’s good at doing. He asked him what kind of car he had, mostly how big it was, was it a sedan or suv, those kinds of questions. It was a compact car, kinda what I thought a teacher would own, but he’s gonna have another kid to carry around soon. Marc also asked him if he thought it was safe for a new mom to fly with a new baby. At this point the questions are just flying over the poor kids head. Maybe Marc was making him think about stuff he didn’t want to think about just yet. Marcus told him don’t go anywhere I want to talk to your dad for a minute in our office. We’ll be right back okay.

I had this feeling I knew exactly what Marc was up to as we headed to the office down the hallway off the kitchen. When we got in the office and the door was closed behind us, I was told to just listen before I said anything. Marcus said he wanted to buy them a bigger car something they could afford to operate and big enough to carry a couple of babies safely. He told me to just shush, he wasn’t through yet. And I want them to come out and stay with us for Christmas, we have nothing but space and the house never had a family for a whole week at Christmas it would be so perfect for us. If they want to fly we’ll send them the tickets. Now you can talk. I didn’t I just gave him a big hug and said I want to help too. Marc said we’d talk later we need to go back and talk to the kid and be prepared for a fight.

I told my son we had something to tell him and please let us finish before he says anything. I turned to Marc and told him he’s on go for it. He said you can help you know. We got some strange looks from my kid; I don’t think he had a clue where this was going.

Marcus told him that he is in a position to do stuff he never could do as a high school teacher or while he was in college. And please let do this for you, and your father is in on this too. My son got a chance to say, okay what is it you are talking about, and Marc got right into it without stopping to hear a complaint. He told him about the bigger car, and they could pick it up back home, it’s important to have a car that’s safe for you and the babies and one that doesn’t break the bank at the gas station. And if you want an electric car, even better, it’s yours.

I’ll leave it here for a minute because the Christmas trip came again before the kid could say no or anything else. Marc gave him the same talk I got and a kinda repeat of something said earlier. It was accepted in a second without question. I’m gonna have a son, daughter-in-law and two grandsons with us for Christmas and I just couldn’t help but start crying tears of joy. I’m so fucking happy. My kid came over and put his arm around me and said you really want this don’t you. I couldn’t talk but I gave him a kiss on on both cheeks like I was some foreign guy or something. Ya I want this more than anything. 

My kid said this car thing, you really mean it, why would you do that? Marcus said do I really have to answer that? My kid said no, it was rhetorical. Like I have two educated guys to deal with now. My son said it was the most generous thing ever done for him and his family and could he think about it for a while. Marc said no, it’s from us and you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and laughed. There was three-way hug going on for a while, no more dialog until later.

Marc suggested a light breakfast because he had plans for a nice early dinner around lunch time before my son had to go to the airport. Actually, my kid said could he skip breakfast for a swim instead because he doesn’t have a pool at home. Marcus told him absolutely as long as he remembers how it went down last night. Now that I’m writing that, maybe it was me thinking that instead.

My kid said, “Oooh, I don’t know about doing that in the daylight.” As he headed off to our office to go outside, he just pulled off his T-shirt and just dropped it on the floor. I guess he didn’t miss how we kinda stripped ourselves last night. I remember looking at Marc and shrugged my shoulders and started to follow my kid outside. I was right about him picking up bad habits, because the rest of his clothes were found along the way outside. I looked behind me and saw Marcus laughing as he followed me outside. I knew why too. I heard the splash before I got outta the office and found ‘nature boy’ swimming a lap. I know someone who’s having the time of his life when I see it now.

Again, Not My Kid or Marcus, But He Has a Nice Ass Though!

We just stood on the deck watching him swim and until he got back to the deep water near the deck, and asked us, “Aren’t you guys going to come in too?” I said, “Do you want us to?” He just said, “Of course.” I was gonna get in anyway, I don’t really know why I asked him, maybe it was a good excuse to just watch my kid being free to be himself with us. Marcus almost whispered to me, “Follow my lead; just do it.” Okay, whatever. Remember how my kid did a slow strip for us last night like he was giving us a show? That’s what Marc had in mind for us too. I didn’t know until I watched him slowly take of his shirt and carefully place it on a deck chair. Now I get it, give the kid a show right back. Don’t think I’m gonna let Marc skunk me on that, I started doing the same thing. I just hope he doesn’t try to do the helicopter spin trick with his dick again though. I know my limitations. Anyhow, the strip was the longest we ever took to do, like I do mean EVER! Our clothes never have been treated so nicely, but I was really into it because, well just because.

Okay maybe that was kinda stupid or just silly thing to do, but we do silly shit all the time for each other because it’s fun, why not be silly with my kid, he’s already shown us he’s up for it. Well it didn’t take long at all before I heard my kid laughing his ass off at us. He got the joke and loved it. I told him he better move away from the deep end, we were diving in. He didn’t and paid the price for it because we both dived in together. A major splash zone happened.

The three of us decided to have a race to see how many laps we could do before pooping out. I’d like to say I won and if Marcus never wrote in the journal, you’d never know I was lying. I lost, and not on purpose because I tried, my arms are better for speed but not for long. My kid came in second and we both just watched Marcus do a few more laps. He was like that battery bunny in the commercials. Well maybe he’s had way more practice it’s his pool and like he said his quiet office for years. 

Better than watching Marcus beat our asses doing his laps, was just hanging with my kid in the pool like we were. It was like we’ve been doing that our whole lives together. I gotta give it to my kid because he’s the one making it so easy for me, like I wasn’t embarrassed being naked in the pool right next to him like we were. Sure as fuck his old dad Mark could never do that with him. Every day I feel the old Mark is more of a bad memory that I’d like to forget along with all the other shit I’ve buried in my head that can’t get out anymore.

THE LAST MEAL TOGETHER

I never thought about this as a last meal together until I started writing this section and it kinda got to me. I don’t know when we’ll see each other again, I know we invited them for Christmas, but this is May and that’s December a long time from now. And if he comes with his wife and family it will be great to meet them, but it won’t be the same as it was the week we spent together. I’m gonna miss that big time, maybe we can do that again once in a while, I’d like that so much.

I know what Marc is making for dinner and I’m gonna man up and eat it if it kills me. I don’t do fish, I just like to fish, you know catch and release them. Don’t pay attention to Marcus when he says that’s gross and unfair to the fish. Let’s just talk about smelling cooked fish in the house instead if you want to talk about gross. Anyway he’s gonna bake the salmon so maybe it won’t stink up the house this time.

My son asked if he could help in the kitchen and was told maybe later. Why don’t you and your dad go do something together for a while. I’ll let you guys know if I need help later. Dinner should be ready in less than an hour, so you know that. Now go have fun for a while. 

I had fun for longer than a while in the pool with him, and I don’t know what we could do for fun for less than an hour. I didn’t want to watch TV with him, that’s not fun, but I did want to show him the media room we are building because my part is done now. Just waiting on slowpoke Marcus to get his part done. My kid hasn’t seen this whole place yet and I figured that could be interesting maybe. He seems to be the curious type anyway. I asked him if he’d like a tour of the place and he said absolutely. Maybe he’d like to see Marc’s present to me, my wood workshop outside first. Kinda wowed my boy with that, ya it’s kinda impressive with all the equipment I picked up over the years since he’s been around. But he’s not into that kind of stuff so I could see it was time to show off the rest of the place and went back inside through the office.

There’s a lotta house here and we don’t begin to use it, so I didn’t bore him with everything. I showed off the media room and the stuff I did and kinda explained what Marcus will do, and that Art Deco thing that I still don’t have a real handle on, but not my kid, he knew about it and thought it would be awesome looking. You know if he didn’t look so much like me, I’d wonder why he was so much like Marcus. I’m only kidding my boy is just fucking smart. I brought him over to the room we use for exercise with all the stuff I brought over a little at a time from my garage. I told him Al wants to put up mirrors to make it more like a gym in there. I don’t care if he wants to do that, but he always takes his time doing stuff like that, so we’ll see.

I opened the great room and bar doors where the big parties happen and my kid just looked at me kinda funny, so I said, “Fucking big huh?” Got one-word outta him, “Yeah.” Enough said this room is outta our league. I told him that I’ve been at some of his parties though, it was great for his business and gets the job done but let’s move on. I thought all the way over to our bedroom wing of the house if I really wanted him to see any of that. Oh fuck it, just go and show him.

He said you sure can get your exercise just walking around the place and asked how many square feet we had. I told him I estimate it at just over 6,000 but Marc would know for sure. As the hallway turned in the direction of our bedroom I hoped I didn’t make a mistake doing this. Well today the bed wasn’t made, it normally is before we leave so I apologized and took him directly to Lisa’s Garden room that I took over. It’s open to the sky but totally walled in and private. I take care of the watering of the plants and sometimes I enjoy being quiet in there when I need it. He liked it as much as I do and asked if I was gonna keep the pink and purple colors that probably were from Lisa or make it more like a man’s place. I told him at first I didn’t know if Lisa was coming back so I left it alone. Maybe he’d like to come back and help me make it more like me. We’ll see I guess. I knew that the bathroom was gonna be next and I hoped it was clean and not all cluttered like it is sometimes. I just told myself go for it, you’ve already been naked together, how much harder could this be to do.

I told him the bathroom was all that was left if he wanted to see it. You know if I never lived here and never had incredible sex in there, I’d want to show off the room first thing. But I have done all that in there and somehow he’s gonna know everything as soon as I open the double doors to the room. I pushed both doors open and waited for it and man did I get it. This is what I heard from him, “Holy fucking shit, this bathroom is bigger than a fucking house! Excuse my language, I’m sorry.” There’s the big soaking tub and the long vanity with double sinks and a mirrored wall, and then his jaw about dropped when he took in the huge glass brick part of the room and just shook his head in disbelief. He walked right over to the entrance in the middle of the glass brick wall and saw the dry dressing area and what looks like a party room full of shower heads. I told him look up and he saw the huge rain shower. “My God dad, you guys really use all this?” I told him, “Yeah, pretty grand huh?” He just said, “I don’t know if grand is the word, but I guess, until I think of one.” Thankfully he never said anything about what sex might be like in there, but I bet he was thinking about it. I know it was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw the room the first time. Nothing new with that for you guys though.

We walked over to the family room we do use, and I heard Marcus calling us to eat from one of the Echo Dots scattered around the house. I think from the swimming and house tour our appetites were ready for him. He never did ask for help from us and had everything laid out for us on the island to make up our own dishes. He probably did that because he knows how I feel about fish.

Marcus used capers, fresh dill, and butter when he baked the salmon, which if you don’t tell him, it was pretty good. I never even tried salmon before and I kinda almost liked it. I didn’t hate it, but I do love butter and I like dill and never had a caper before, kinda salty but I love salt. What was not to love. I know what I loved better, was how much my kid loved it and asked Al how he could make it at home himself. I don’t know for sure, but I think my kid likes having two dads big time. Marcus actually made me some mac ‘n cheese, you know the kind outta the box because I love it so much. So I had some, but I did eat everything he made and figured mac ‘n cheese for lunch tomorrow. Besides I don’t want my kid going back home thinking his dad is a big fucking chicken when it comes to food.

I can tell you one thing during dinner I thought about more than food, that my son will be leaving us soon and I’m getting that thing that happens in your gut when things are about to go wrong. I feel I’m gonna need Marcus to help me over this if he’s not a wreck himself. He is having such a good time with my kid himself. This house is gonna feel so fucking empty soon.

DRIVE TO THE AIRPORT

The drive to Sacramento was probably the quietest ride we ever had. I know If I even try to talk I’m gonna blubber everything out. And I know my buddy better than anyone ever has, and I know he’s in the same boat as me. My kid was quiet in the back seat not like when he came here a week ago. It’s not that we ran out of words, we ran out of keeping it together and we all knew it. I think I wanted to just put it out there and scream don’t go, I’m not ready for you to leave us yet. I had over a half hour to think about what I’m gonna say and I couldn’t get over don’t go, stay longer. But I can’t, it’s not fair to him and his family and I want to care but that’s hard to do right now.

Well eventually you get to the airport, and you can only drop passengers off, not hang around and chat some more. You get time for a quick hug and a kiss and it’s goodbye and have a good flight and get your ass outta there because there’s a parade of cars behind you wanting to do the same thing. I knew that was coming soon and it’s gonna kill me if I don’t say something now.

I had to come up with the best words I ever used in my life, and then I think maybe Marcus would be more qualified, he has all the words. No sir, not this time. I had to do this myself and make it stick. Of course we were using my kids name the entire time he was with us as well as now, but I’m keeping his name outta here for now. So I’ll use son instead. I said, “Son, I was so scared how this visit would go for us, I didn’t want you to hate me or Marcus, just give me a chance to try and get you to know me better. I’m not the same guy I was when you were growing up and I’m so proud of myself now. I just wanted you to know that and hopefully forgive me and give me a chance to learn how to be a real dad for once in my life. I’m so proud of you that my chest is about to break open with so much love. I never once thought you were acting around me or Al, that you were being just you and I’m so sad I had to wait so long to know how fucking cool you are. I’m gonna miss you so much it’s gonna hurt forever. Do you think we can FaceTime together; I’d love to just look at your face and remember how perfect this week has been for us.”

Well I think those were the words to the best of my memory, but I do remember not stopping to let anyone speak until I was done talking myself. I stopped because my voice was cracking up and my nose was running as bad as my eyes were. It’s a good fucking thing I wasn’t driving. Anyway, I’m glad I didn’t let him go with just a hug at the departure area of the airport. Marcus said his words too, but if you think I remember them, think again. He will need to tell you himself next time he writes if he wants to. 

My kid gave me his heart and his desire to be son and father again for real. His words are in my head forever and I kinda want to keep them there just for me if you don’t mind. If I write them here I’m gonna lose it forever. I’ll be a fucking basket case for sure. I’m so looking forward to talking to him, even texting will be good if he’s too busy to talk. But Christmas will be so special, and I guess we’ll have to let the wives come over here too. IDK, maybe they can have their own visit at their house instead. But Christmas morning is gonna be ours and we’ll have the biggest fucking tree we can find too! You know our ceilings are two stories high in some rooms, we can get a 14-foot tree in here if we want to or maybe we’ll go cut it down ourselves. And then we’ll decorate every inch of it and have a ton of presents below. I can’t wait, maybe we should start shopping right now. I always wanted a train for under a Christmas tree and I never got one, not this time though, we are gonna have a fucking train with puffs of smoke and train sounds, it’s gonna be the most awesome Christmas ever!

THE SAD TRIP BACK TO GRANITE BAY

I so wanna say we had a happy trip back home, but that’s just fucking stupid to say, we both were bummed out so bad. I think Marc loved the visit as much as me. Oh I know that he did, no thinking there. Marc said he could use a drink and he never says that. Not in front of me. It’s been hours since we last ate so maybe we could find a place still open. We never go to bars, but he wants a drink. Maybe we can find a full-service restaurant that could take care of his drinking problem.

You know looking for an open restaurant with a bar is not the easiest thing to find on a late Sunday night. I thought about the Asian restaurant we both love but they only have wine and Saki. He wants something stronger, go for it buddy you don’t know how close I could come to doing the same thing. At least I’m gonna be the designated driver for us. Besides I drive his crossover all the time anyway.

Our favorite Mexican restaurant was still open, and they have a full bar too. I rarely see him drinking but tonight was a good reason. I stuck with my club soda with lime because tonight was a test of how committed I am at being a sober guy. Don’t even go there with wondering how I pulled this off except I have Marcus in my life, and I wanted to make sure he was going to be okay. I’ll be sure to limit him to just 2 drinks, but he stopped at only one drink. He cares about me too you know.

We played it smart when we ordered only from the appetizer menu. I don’t want to see him crying in the morning after he steps on the scale and sees himself a few pounds heavier. After finishing we headed home which was still close to a half hour away. The food and booze seemed to calm him down, but club soda doesn’t have that ability, oh well I still have my best buddy to help. I asked him if he thought he’d start smoking weed again since he did with my kid a couple of times. To be honest, he didn’t know, maybe with my kid again but didn’t think he’d go looking for it for himself. I thought to myself, good answer sweetbabes, that’s cool.

When we got home it was right to our bedroom, no coffee, no nothing, just strip naked and get into bed and hug each other until we fell asleep. For once I headed to bed for rest and there wasn’t a horny bone in my body, not even my dick. I just wanted to hug him that night, it was more like glue myself to him though. I must have fallen asleep super fast because I’m not sure how it was for Marcus until we woke up without my kid in the house. I don’t even remember getting up to pee, probably did it in my sleep. But I can tell you for real when we got up it was the emptiest the house ever felt to me, and Marcus was sitting right beside me having his coffee and toast.

I don’t know if Marcus has anything to add to this story, he might want to, but you gotta know in December my birthday present will be my kid and his family will be with us for Christmas, and you can bet your ass you’ll hear all about it too!

I’m done for now. I haven’t gotten a call or text from my kid since. But he’s back to work and I’m sure his wife needs care from him too. I’ll text him this week to see how it’s going for him.

I did what Marcus asked me to do, finish the story about my kids visit. I hope you got to know what a joy it was for me and how much I loved writing about it for you. I might just keep a copy of these two chapters in my night table to read over, and over, and over again.

Lasagne Roll Ups

BTW, I have a picture of the lasagne roll ups but didn't want to use it where I was writing about it because it would show up at the top of the blog as the picture for the posting. I didn't think anyone would appreciate that, so I'm putting it here and because it was sooo good!

Love you guys and don’t be afraid to tell me what you think, it’s the only pay we get for putting our hearts out there for you.

M. Larry

Here is a link to Marcus’ Chapter 84, the next BGR chapter:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2022/05/ch-84-alone-once-again-and-missing-kid.html?zx=89a51a0f014601df