LARRY'S 22nd POST: MARCUS' BIRTHDAY PLUS

Hi guys, it’s Larry this time and it’s about my buddy’s 60th birthday plus stuff you don’t know yet. Maybe that will get you to read all the way to the end, but it’s a long one this time. 

Well this year there was so much stuff going on it could make your head spin. Just read the last few chapters and you’ll know yourself. We are both looking forward to having the best Christmas ever! And I’m so happy that my kid took a liking to Marc like he did. Hell, I’m happy that he took a liking to me too! I was so scared that everything was going to be a beat up on me and I’d need Marcus to keep me from freaking out. Anyhow, it was really strange writing and reading about the two of us using our real names too. Well I’ve been using my real name for a while now, but I began to think that Marcus was never gonna tell you his real name. It feels a lot safer to write about the stuff we do with our journal names instead since we tell you everything! I get all nervous thinking what my son might think about us if he ever found BGR online and made the connections to us. Don’t even go there!

This year Marc’s birthday was not like the last couple we had together, you’ll see. He’s not that happy that his new age sounds like he’s way older than me since I’m still in my fifties. I will be 56 in December, I’m not that much younger, but it’s seems to be more important to him. Besides I like old farts. Yeah, way to go Larry, make it worse. You know he went through this before way back when we first met. He turned 50 right around the time we got to be friends; I think turning 50 was worse for him since I was in my middle 40’s.

Anyhow, I have the bigger problem, what do you give someone who doesn’t need anything or can get whatever he wants whenever he wants? I have to think beyond buying stuff, if I can get him all choked up, that’s worth more than money. You’d think that would be easy since all we seem to do lately is get all blurry eyed over everything. But none of that counts as gifts I think.

After we were neighbors and the four of us became great friends, the birthday fun got way better each time. For me the end of the party was the sad part, that we’d have to wait for the next birthday one of us had again. I know for a fact that after all the years together, I would rather have just me and Al doing the celebrating, that way we could keep it going way longer that what our wives would like.

Since I became seriously sober before I ever met Al, the chance of me getting high and pushing for something like we have now, just wasn’t gonna happen. Not unless it was him pushing for it and that thought makes me wonder how I’d act if he did. Nah, the old me would worry that I was just being set up. You guys that know how things changed for us three years ago might be thinking that there’s nothing like a little trip away together to change all of that huh.

The only sad thing that happened after that little trip was us trying to get more alone time together. That was so hard to do, and we lived right next door to each other too. I remember planning a boating trip to just be alone with him, and there was always the below deck fun to look forward to, Marc wrote that we were “green” when it came to having sex together, but it didn’t stop us from wanting to learn all we could. But that was then, and this is now, I don’t think “green” describes us any longer. And we don’t need to go find some place to have sex, we live in a sex wonderland every day. But that’s not helping me find a present for him.

I just want Marc to think my present is cool and that he could remember it like some of the birthdays we both had after our trip together. I did give him a table for the patio I made from some really cool walnut burl hardwood I had saved for something special. But he saw me working on that and I didn’t say it was gonna be a birthday present, just something for the patio.

Maybe we can blame Covid since we hardly ever think about traveling anymore. We will be traveling again but later this year, you’ll just have to wait to see where we go, mainly because it’s still up in the air right now. But I bet you know where it will be if you’ve been following the stuff we’ve been writing about. 

I really mean that I’ve been thinking about this for weeks maybe months now, and nothing is better than we already have. Well maybe I’m only thinking about myself and not him. I’m still like a kid in a candy store here, and guess who gets to be the “all-day-sucker” for me to suck on all day! Well, not all day that would be kinda pushing it.

At least Marc could draw the ribbon I couldn't find.

A few days before his birthday I came up with something, so don’t judge me because I couldn't wrap myself up. I guess I could have tied a bow around my dick and balls for him to untie, if I had some ribbon, and knew how to make a bow. Maybe I did, you’ll just need to wonder; that shouldn’t be too hard to imagine though, looking at the dick pic I posted. (Anyhow is that really me, well you know lots about me now, what I look like, and how I can act as Larry, what do you think? Sexy huh.) I remembered something Marc told me long ago and we never did anything with it. He likes going to antique stores to just poke around the stuff, and maybe find something to buy. I guess he and Lisa sometimes did that to find stuff to decorate the place. I don’t think they found much because we don’t have a lot of old junk in the house that I can tell. Like what do I know about old junk anyway, some of it could be right under my nose.

I’ll get to what we did in a minute, but before that I thought I’d write what I did just in case one day I want to read what a sweetheart I am. Hahah, I am you know! I’m not just a bag of muscles. I don’t know why I wrote that about myself, I’m not a bag of anything yet. I’m a lean mean muscle machine! Hahah, oh let me have that one while I still can try to believe it. Anyhow, back to the sweetheart I am I got up way earlier than Marc on his birthday. I was really quiet and didn’t even use our bathroom, I hiked all the way over to the office bathroom instead. That probably ranks as one of the stupidest things I’ve done to date. Like I really had to go but I didn’t want to wake him up until I wanted him up. I had to squeeze the fucking life outta my dick half way to the bathroom so I wouldn’t dribble before I got there! I’m fucking serious, I did that, I wouldn’t lie to you. It almost worked too; I should have realized what would happen once I let go of my grip on my dick. I only needed another foot or two, but I got it cleaned up and he’ll only know about it after he reads this. He better love me for the torture I put myself through too!

After I took care of the evidence, I headed back to the kitchen to make him his breakfast. I didn’t say this, but I was as naked as I was in bed, I guess you figured that out since I was squeezing my dick half way to the bathroom. It wasn’t cold in the house, so I stayed that way, I figured I was headed back to bed anyway, so why not. It’s Sunday morning one week before Father’s Day and it’s Marc’s birthday and I’m gonna be his present all day. I made him one of my special omelettes with all the veggies he likes in it, and fried-up some hash browns patties in my new air-fryer, toasted a blueberry bagel, and poured some orange juice and black coffee. I cooked more bacon than I should have first for me since he’s off the stuff once he started his weight loss program. See I coulda said diet, that’s a bad word around here, it’s not a diet it’s a life style. Okay, I can live with that, but between you and me, no bacon makes it a fucking diet. Believe it or not, it all fit on a bed tray, and I carried it a mile and a half over to our bedroom. Maybe we should buy a cart with wheels to use around here huh.

In case you are wondering, I would if I was reading this, I ate all the bacon in the kitchen, so I don’t have to hear about torturing him with the awesome smell or worse, eating some in front of him. See no clothes on means no bacon smell on them, I don’t know if my body picked up the smell, I hope not. Actually, I always make the bacon first, so I’d have the grease to cook the omelette, it’s probably why he loves my omelettes anyway. Well he did lose a bunch of weight, so I guess it’s okay that I still do that, right. Don’t worry about me not eating breakfast with him, I had enough bacon in me to last all day. Kinda bacon driven day for me. Can it get any better? You can bet your fucking ass it can. 

He was still in bed and maybe faking being asleep, I think he was just to see what I was up to for his birthday. Listen, I know how many times he’s up to go pee better than him. There’s no way he didn’t get up to pee and not see that I was missing from the bed. But that’s kinda sweet of him to let me have some fun on his birthday. I put the tray on the small bench at the foot of the bed and climbed back in bed only it was on top of him, he was going nowhere until I got off of him. I just knew he had been up to pee since he didn’t ask me to get off him so he could go. See I know him pretty damn good now. I know what I really wanted to do to wake him up, but I was thinking his breakfast was gonna get cold and who wants to eat cold omelette, not me. But I did tease him by taking his hands off my junk so I could feed him his breakfast.

We don’t usually go for eating in bed since we have the whole house to ourselves and who wants crumbs in the bed anyway. But that day was his birthday and why not. I fixed his pillows so he could sit up and then put the tray on his lap. I got back in bed on my side and just watched him eat his breakfast. Nothing gets past my buddy though, he asked me if I liked the bacon I made. I said, “What bacon?” And laughed, he said that he could taste it in the omelette and I kinda smelled like bacon. Well that answers that question, bodies can pick up cooked bacon smells. I thought you’d like to know that bit of trivia. Oh well, I’m guilty as charged.

Anyhow, I kinda wanted him to eat a little faster but said nothing. I just kept thinking of what my next moves were gonna be after I removed the tray. Then I remembered it’s his birthday, it should be his moves not mine. No matter what, I’m gonna be a big part of them so, whatever. 

Maybe I should have given more thought to how much food to bring him if I was expecting some hot sex right afterwards. Well I did say it was his birthday and his choice first; can I help it if he needed some down time first. Of course he can relax, nothing wrong with me taking charge, and I certainly was looking forward to that. I told him to relax and let me start the dessert course for him. For a guy who lost his nice soft belly, it looked plump and comfy for me after he ate everything. A great place to rest my head as I planned on what to do with what was facing me at the time. I asked him if he needed to go pee because what I planned was gonna be for a while. Nope, he’s fine, see I told you about that, nothing gets past me now.

Sometimes I wonder how I got this old without knowing how much I love a nice dick to play with, especially his or his smooth balls. He didn’t have a boner when I started, the way I kinda like it since I love feeling it grow. What else do I have to write about sucking dick, it’s what I love to do now. Thankfully, he does too. Can it get any better? Of course it can, always does. One thing I noticed that morning was someone’s balls could use a shave, it was time again. So I told him I wanted to do it for him. Like he was gonna say no to that. But he did add that only if he could return the favor for me. Like I’m gonna say no to that too. Hahah, two horny peas in a pod huh. We promised each other that once we were in the shower room that we’d do it there, although I did think that in bed would be fun, but I didn’t want to get the sheets wet before we changed them. So now you know, we both got to spend the rest of the day with freshly shaved balls. Too bad if it’s TMI, since when do we hold back anything from you? Anyway, you can blame Marcus for getting me to like shaving mine for him. It’s been about three years now that I’ve been doing that for him and for Ellen too, I was still with her back then. It’s scary using a razor down there, but we both love smooth balls to play with. Okay, TMI again. Sorry, not sorry at least he can see I have balls too after the weed whacking three years ago. Hahah!

I guess I could write about the fun we had in the shower room or how much fun it was shaving my best buddy’s balls for him, but I have so much more I want to write about. Like Marc says use your imagination, but don’t knock yourself out over it. We both wrote so much about having the best sex in that glass brick room that I don’t know what would be new that I could write about. If I think of something I’ll get back to you later. I used to be able to do hand stands, haven’t tried in years to do that though, that could be a new position, like I said I’ll get back to you. Right, hand stand fucking, good idea, not! Marc would need to stand on a ladder!

MARCUS FACES THE BIG 60

You shoulda seen his red mark, kinda looked like California!

After we finally got serious about starting our day outside of our bedroom, we headed to the office on the other side of the house to get dressed. If we are doing this together after a shower, you can bet we act like a couple of goofy kids getting there. If there’s a towel around our waist there’s a good bet it will be off soon, and someone’s butt is gonna get hit with a towel snap. Sometimes it fucking hurts too, like when the towel is damp. You don’t want to get hit with a damp towel, I’m just telling ya, it’s gonna hurt. It was Marc’s butt that got hurt on his birthday. I didn’t think it was gonna be that hard a snap though; it’s a good thing he didn’t turn around before the towel hit or we’d be nursing his balls the rest of the day. Hahah, hey birthday guys are supposed to get their butt whacked right? Don’t think my butt gets spared the snapping towel because it doesn’t. I think I’ve been on the receiving end of the snap a lot more than him.

I bet by now you are probably thinking why we don’t bring some or all of our clothes into the bedroom closet. Lisa must have finally emptied the closets some time ago, yup she did. IDK we could but walking naked through the house is kinda fun if we are doing it together, you do remember the towel snaps right, besides it’s something I never did in my own house, although I’m not sure if I ever thought about doing it anyway. Other than that, maybe we should move them. Anyhow, after I apologized over and over for making Marc’s right ass cheek get a big red mark and sting like an SOB, I did offer to balance him out with a matching set, laughed and then I moved far away from him because he grabbed the towel I dropped on the floor running away from him and threatened to use it on me. Since we were both still naked, moving far way was not a bad idea because he wasn’t giving up on the idea. I would have deserved it but I’m too fast for him. Anyhow, I didn’t mean to hurt him, I don’t know my own strength sometimes.

After we stopped messing around with each other and called a truce on butt snaps, I did tell him about moving our clothes to the bedroom. I said maybe we could leave our casual clothes in there and move our good clothes into our bedroom. I brought up the thing about walking in bath towels to get clothes when my son was here to remind him. He agreed with me that it was awkward and kinda stupid to need to explain to my kid why. Anyway it doesn’t mean we can’t still walk through the house naked as Jay birds though, because that’s just fucking fun to do, and I don’t want to give it up yet. 

Since we had our breakfast and a fun start to the day, we headed out of the house for the day. I told him what I had in mind for him and hoped he didn’t feel cheated because we didn’t go someplace really cool. There’s so much going on around the house right now, that leaving will only take us longer to get done. I don’t think that came out sounding like I meant it to sound. Marcus will understand I’m sure.

Fun to look at but don't know what to do with it though.

I know what I have planned to do with him, and it made me think about how much I changed being with him from how I was with Ellen. Man, I really hated going shopping with her, it was never fun just fucking boring and I’d be thinking about doing other stuff all the time. But with Marcus I have so much fun going places with him, we always screw around, nothing serious just act like a couple of screwballs sometimes. Lisa or Ellen would have a shit fit if we ever acted like that around them. Oh we’d hear about it non-stop too. Another thing I get to do with Marcus is take my time looking at stuff, we never go out shopping when we are in a hurry to do something else. I like looking for stuff to eat that’s different when we are in the grocery store and Marcus never says put it back where you found it. Ellen always treated me like a kid, well if the shoe fits, wear it I guess. I like being a kid with Marc, I like laughing over silly shit, and I like to see how far I can go with him, so far there doesn’t seem to be any limits. So I don’t push for that any more, I think he won that one. This thing we have together works in other stores too. I just love being with him, I get to be me whoever that is I guess. So I thought about the antique store thing he talked about and thought I’d spring that on him for something to do. I looked on Google to see what was around and I found a place in Roseville called the “Antique Trove,” and it looked like it was enormous inside, so I picked it. I did tell him what I planned on doing with him in case he didn’t want to go. No, he was willing to go check it out with me. I told him maybe we could find something for the media room or some movie posters, whatever was fine with me.

The coolest find ever! Now it's ours!

Anyway we spent a long time in there, that place is so fucking huge. And there were so many aisles to walk up and down, and it had tons of little areas that people bring their stuff to sell. I’ve never been to an antique store before, or have I ever seen so much old shit in my life. It was cool just poking around the place. The picture of the old gas pump above was one of my favorite spots to look around and then I found a sign carved outta wood and tin with the words, “Welcome to the lake.” I bought that for the patio because it reminded me about us going to the lake cabin, and the fish that we never caught. Hahah. 

It was so fucking awesome checking everything out! Go figure I’d find something like that to buy. I found stuff I never knew existed and stuff I’d like to buy for myself. I did feel guilty for a minute though, it was supposed to be all about Marcus, and it ended up being about me too. Marc is the best buddy ever; I think he had more fun just watching me poking around the place. I found some cool stuff I could have bought for my desk, but I didn’t want to clutter it up, so I walked away before I bought it! I almost went back to buy it but found other stuff that got my attention. Like a kid huh!

Still not sure what to do with these.

I think we spend a few hours in there, at least they had a place to sit down and drink a cup of coffee or tea on the house. I really needed the time to rest after all the snooping around the place. Marc found some old pictures for the media room and some old Life magazines from the years we were born to put in the library that we don’t have anymore. I guess we’ll be seeing them in the family room coffee table. I also found out we both love looking at old glass bottles, like medicine bottles from the 49er gold rush time and early 1900’s milk bottles, the kind with a bubble to hold the cream that rises to the top. We bought a couple of those that were once available in Sacramento a long time ago, but I have no idea what to do with them. I figured they get put in the kitchen window; they did. It was the coolest store I ever went into, and I didn’t have to do it with Ellen, but she’ll never know I said that! I had way more fun doing it with Marcus. I did kinda wander off sometimes following my nose around the place just like he was doing. It was fun both ways, but it was nice to take my time looking at stuff and not worry about being boring. I know we will go back there some day to see what kind of new old shit arrives. That’s funny sounding, “new old shit.” The store didn’t make much money off of us considering how long we were there. They should be happy we bought some stuff anyway.

We spent so much time fooling around that morning at home and in the antique store it was time for dinner before we knew it and we noticed there was a restaurant right next to the antique store. It was the Claim Jumper Steakhouse and Bar, that’s someplace we never went to or even knew about. We didn’t even move the car, just walked over, and had dinner there. We had to wait in the bar, and I told Marcus to have a birthday drink on me. I ordered my club soda with lime, my usual drink. Marc just had a glass of Merlot wine, in his favorite brand. 

I bet you think you know what I was gonna order for dinner, but you’ll be wrong. I had exactly what Marc had, Southern Fried Chicken Breast with mashed potatoes and gravy. Hahah, I bet you thought I’d go for the Rib Eye Steak didn’t you. That’s usually my choice, the “manly one.” Hahah. IDK maybe because it was his birthday that I should try whatever he orders for a change, besides the fried chicken sounded kinda good, I can’t believe I just wrote that, since when does chicken sound better than steak! Maybe Marc has been brainwashing me at night when I’m asleep. I hear you can do that you know. I hope you don’t think I’m serious about that shit. Anyway we called it a day after spending almost a couple of hours in the restaurant. 

I had the best time on his birthday, and I know he did too. He took his car, which we usually do most of the time. I like and hate that it has bucket seats for everyone, because it’s hard to snuggle up close to anyone, but they are comfortable, that’s the like part. But I was being very affectionate on the way home, like I said not easy to snuggle up in them, but I found a way. I just wanted to kiss him and stroke his hair and I did, and my right hand found something to do as well. I think he got the idea that this day is no way over yet.

When we arrived home I told him let’s go for a swim because it was still very nice outside. Maybe we could sit out on the office deck afterwards and wait for the stars to come out. We’d just shut off all the lights except for the solar landscape lights, we don’t mess with them ever. We undressed in the office which is very normal for us since our clothes are there anyway and headed out to the deck. I told him maybe in the morning we could move some of our good clothes into our bedroom. I got a head shake agreement, good enough but I’ll probably need to remind him in the morning.

We usually just dive into the deep end of the pool from the deck because it’s easy and fun and safe to so. But not that night. Marcus just walked all the way down to the shallow end to use the stairs into the pool, so I followed him. That’s not right I didn’t follow, I walked with him and had my arm around his naked smaller waist, I also patted his butt because I wanted to. I’m waiting for the day that my hand bounces off his ass like his does on mine. It’s gonna happen one day, and he’ll be happy about it. Hahah.

We slowly swam the whole 40 feet to the deep end and stopped to talk for a while. I asked him if he was super tired and wasn’t up for this. No that wasn’t it, he brought up when my son was in the pool with us, and he sat on our underwater seat talking to us; our “world famous under water sex seat!” I can say “world famous” you know, we are read in over 120 countries now. Hahah. And if you read that chapter with my son, we were all naked too. My son was naked and sitting on our sex seat instead of us. Marcus asked me if I wanted to reclaim the sex seat for ourselves that night, you bet your fucking ass I did. Just who will be sitting first, I volunteered it was his birthday you know. It was great reclaiming our sex seat once again. 

I already used the good picture last time, too bad.

Normally, we are fair about turns sitting on the seat; you know what I mean right? But that night was a play it by ear night, and Marc got to call the shots. The next shot was following through on my idea of waiting for the stars to come out while sitting on the office deck. It was a clear night, and the stars were easy to see once all the outside lights were off. We were in our pool towels the entire time outside. When it was time to go inside we just dropped our towels to pick up in the morning and make the long walk to our bedroom where we continued his birthday, and I got my turn. What can I tell you, we like having turns. All that resting we got waiting on the stars to come out certainly recharged our batteries for the rest of the night. Since we don’t have a Monday morning office routine anymore, who cares about how long we stay up. I know we both fell asleep sometime during the early morning because it wasn’t dark in the room anymore. I’m 100% sure he loved his birthday with me. I know I did. 😀

BACK TO NORMAL WEEK DAYS FOR US

Well his butt is kinda close to mine.

I was in the kitchen making our breakfast bare ass like normal. I guess I coulda walked a little further to the office closet to get dressed but why, I know how Marc acts when he sees me like that. I bet you can figure that one out by yourself. I hope you know I live to turn him on!

While I was at the coffee bar, I heard a knock on the kitchen window. Oh, oh, it’s Tuesday and Joe’s pool day for us, gotta be him out there and here I am in the altogether. I know from checking it out myself if you look into the kitchen window you can only see heads or sometimes a little more from anyone at the far side of the room. So if Joe saw me I know he couldn’t know I was naked. Anyway I had to let him in through the office door and right where I could get some boxers or shorts to put on first. But I didn’t at all. That sounds crazy huh? Don’t ask why I did that because I don’t really know, maybe I wanted to see how it felt or maybe I wanted to see how he handled seeing me naked in the house like I am lots of times, or maybe I was just fucking horny and being a jerk. Besides it’s not that we haven’t been all naked in the pool anyway, right. 

Joe went for the hug as usual, like it’s only head and chest hugs not like with Marcus and me. If that ever happens I’ll be in deep shit with Marcus. I wasn’t even afraid of getting a boner, the hugs between me and Marc would have though, always does, but not Joe, we are just good friends, almost buddies now. As we walked through the office I apologized for my lack of clothes and asked if it made him uncomfortable. All he said was “Why would it?” Great just what I wanted to hear from him. That made it easy to stay like I was, and we went into the kitchen to have our coffee. 

I know it must sound strange huh, where the fuck did this version of Larry come from? IDK, Joe just makes me feel comfortable with him just like Marcus does. I just sat down at the kitchen table with him, and we just talked until Marcus came into the room with us. At least he was dressed, well almost, sexy silky boxers count as dressed, right. I’m laughing right now writing this and thinking that Marc never buttons his boxer’s fly and anytime he gets a boner wearing them, it just pokes out of the fly. I’m not complaining, I love seeing that, besides he’s told you so much sexy stuff about me, I owe him back. I hope he doesn’t start buttoning the fly now though.

Anyhow, once Marc saw that I was sitting down all naked with Joe having coffee right there with me, I got such a look from him. Oh he’s gonna have “the talk” with me later, I know it. Like I said, I don’t know why I did it, I just felt like doing it I guess. It’s a lot of fun being Larry, so give me a break, okay. He’d hate it if I started acting like old Mark instead that’s for damn sure.

I did say there was gonna be a talk later with Marc, but he didn’t wait and just asked Joe if he was comfortable with me being all naked. That was fucking rude I thought, if I thought he was gonna be uncomfortable I’d put on some boxers or shorts or something before I let him in. Besides I asked him while we were headed for the kitchen, and if it made him uncomfortable I woulda told Joe to give me a second to put something on. I didn’t say anything to Marc until later, he could tell I was more than a little teed off at his comment. That’s about as close as we’ve come to having an argument so far, but I didn’t want to have one in front of my friend Joe. 

I cooled off some when Joe came to my defense and told Marcus he was very comfortable with the way I was and kinda wished naked wasn’t always such a big thing for everybody. So take that you old Marcus fart; see it was okay! Anyway, maybe I wasn’t all that cooled off just yet. He really pissed me off sticking his nose into my business. Of course Marcus said, go for it if you want, that he likes being naked around the place himself. Well Joe didn’t get naked while we were drinking coffee but once we were all out on the office deck ready to swim, he was naked before Marc was able to drop his boxers. Ya think maybe Joe is a little threatening for Marcus.

Really, that’s pretty much how it went down that morning. I think staying naked like I did got into Joe’s head that day and he got to tell us something personal that he might not be willing to tell others. I don’t think Joe’s gay though, I think he loves being free to do stuff with us that he wouldn’t do anyplace else. I bet he never tells his wife what he does here. Hahah. Anyhow, maybe it did take rude old Marcus to get him to say how he felt to us. I don’t think if it was the old me, that I could do that, I’m not even sure how I was able to do it now. Now that you know that about me, you are gonna have to wonder about what I’m gonna write next.

I’m sharing this next stuff because I’m comfortable writing about it in the journal now. It’s safe and I don’t get embarrassed so much anymore. Well, I really love that Joe likes being naked with us and it’s probably why I didn’t get dressed that morning. I love being naked with other naked guys too, not that I have a lot of experience yet. And I don’t mind telling you I like looking at naked men, especially Joe. Let’s not get into a sticky conversation right now about being naked in the pool with my own son for now, I’m not ready to figure that one out yet. But it didn’t seem wrong at all, and I liked that we both had nothing to hide from each other. Maybe that is why we are getting along so good now. Maybe that’s enough to explain it huh. But this is not everything yet.

I’m fascinated with Joe’s dick and I’m glad to get it outta my head and into print too. Don’t think for a minute that I’m bored with Marc’s dick because I’m writing this okay. That will never happen, it’s just that I’ve never seen an uncircumcised dick other than in a picture or a dick as big as his before. I said I’m fascinated with it, not that I want it so bad for myself. Joe couldn’t be cooler about the differences between us, and he was happy to show me something once that I couldn’t believe until I saw it with my own eyes. And I couldn’t be happier that Marcus is comfortable with Joe being naked around here or that he can be naked without the trauma he had at the gym showers before he lost weight. I guess that’s what helped because he has no problem getting naked with Joe or when my kid was in the pool with us.

THE STUFF THAT COMES OUTTA MY MOUTH SOMETIMES

You are gonna learn a lot more about me than you might want to know, but I’m gonna tell you anyway because, just because since I don’t know why, so don’t ask. Those are not extra words, it’s me stalling trying to figure out the best way to say something kinda weird for me.

Anyhow, after Joe made me feel everything was cool between us, I figured, what the fuck, tell him what’s been in my head lately about him and me. If he wasn’t cool with it, he’d find a way to tell me I bet, or maybe say that he better get busy with his work here. Whatever plan I had in my head to tell him this was gone, that was a bitch because whatever came outta my mouth, just came out without much thinking. I thanked him for trusting us and being cool enough to join us being naked sometimes. That was the easy part, the uneasy part is not out yet.

He told me, “No! Thank you guys for letting me have so much fun while I’m here, maybe too much fun sometimes. I really like that we are friends Larry, I want you to know that, okay.” I didn’t know what the best thing to say after he said that, so I offered him a knuckle-punch which he gave back. I guess it worked. After that, the weird part came outta my mouth non-stop until I ran outta words. I told him that I was really fascinated with his dick in more ways that I knew how to tell him. I didn’t want to say it turned me on because that would mean something way different, although in a way it does kinda turn me on. A little bit, anyway.

Joe told me that he was cool with us sharing thoughts with each other because he has a few himself that he wasn’t sure he could tell me, so don’t worry about it. You know I never thought he’d have stuff to share with me at all, I don’t know why I didn’t. We don’t keep any secrets around here after so many years keeping everything to ourselves. I love not feeling all bottled up inside and that was starting to happen for me with Joe. I really loved having him as a friend and that he could just be himself with me or Marcus and I guess he feels like he can tell me anything and not be afraid now. That’s so fucking cool and a big change for all of us.

One thing I didn’t expect to hear from him was he wanted us to be friends with me right from the first time we met. My head wasn’t into that yet back then; I had issues I was working on before that could happen. I thanked him and lied that I felt the same way too, but that only came later, he doesn’t need to know that. I know that’s a secret, but it’s for his own good, right.

Joe reminded me of that first time he got invited to join us naked in the pool, and how afterwards I told him if he wanted he could just let the sun dry him off instead of getting dressed back up while he was brushing down the pool. He said there were a couple of reasons why he did it. The first reason was he thought it would be fun to do and something he never gets to do anywhere including his own pool because of his kids. He told me that he knew that day I was always trying to catch a look at him while he was cleaning the pool because I would always look away real fast when he looked back at me. Whoops! I told him that I was sorry if it offended him, and I’m embarrassed that I got caught. He told me, “Be serious, I loved that you were doing that.” And then he told me the second reason, he knew I was looking because he was trying to check me out himself and not get caught. Okay, awkward time, or TMI because we both laughed, but it wasn’t a belly laugh. And then he said, “Funny, huh?” 

This should give you the slapping idea.

Since we were being so fucking honest with each other, I decided to tell him the real reason why I was getting caught by him. I was fascinated by how his dick was swinging side to side slapping his thighs and then bouncing off as he walked around the pool. I told him that I guess he might have noticed that our dicks can’t do that, maybe a little flopping around, but no thigh slapping. That made him laugh and me too, I guess we aren’t embarrassing each other yet. So far so good, I was having fun with our conversation and told him if the dick talk is getting a little too weird I could stop. He laughed again and said, “Nope. But if you are into big swinging dicks, I’ll be sure to make it swing really good for you.” You know I had to say, “You mean you can do that for me!” That got a good laugh, I’m so happy that he’s like Marcus that way, now I know we can say stuff to make us laugh.

Joe was having as much fun as me talking about stuff we never have before, maybe he was just horny or something. He said since I was so honest with him, that maybe he should be honest with me if I didn’t mind hearing about it; like I’m gonna mind hearing considering the topic. Joe told me the thing that gets his attention the most are low hanging balls, not dicks. I wonder why, Hahah. He said that was one of the things he liked checking out on me, and also said that Al wasn’t so bad himself. I would have loved a dick compliment but considering who I’m talking to, I'll be happy with what he gave me. I never thought ours were that low but maybe they are, cool that he thinks they are I guess. And then he made a joke about himself, saying considering the size of his dick his poor balls never had a chance. That one was funny especially the way he said it.

Actually Joe was with me in the deep end of the pool when we got into talking about all this stuff. That’s when he told me the real reason he liked looking at me was his fascination with my furry body. He said he’s been fascinated with it from day one. 

Oh ya I remember better than he thinks, but not because I thought he was fascinated with me. My head was way into figuring out when and if I was gonna freak out or not. I had a plan and somehow I got the nerve to do it with Joe. By that time in my life Marcus did all he could do to convince me that I was perfect the way I was. But I always figured he was mostly a horndog like me and would say that anyway. Sorry Marc. But that’s not a bad thing anyway, horny are us! Hahah.

I really wanted to believe Marc and believe in myself, we stopped hiding our feelings from each other long ago, but I was still hiding my body most of the time. I wanted to change so bad, I had to. Anyway, if you read that chapter you know I sucked it up, took my shirt off and met Joe out on the deck to see how brave I’d be I guess. Mostly I was waiting to see what if anything Joe would say about how I looked. Especially if he said anything I didn’t want to hear. Nothing, I could have been dressed. I didn’t ask him what he was feeling though, not that I didn’t care, I was happy nothing was said, maybe Marcus was right, it’s all in my head.

You know what never got into my head, that under this fur of mine is a pretty damn good-looking body, you’d think I’d be all into that instead. Nope. That’s how bad it got for me. Anyway, since I didn’t ask him long ago how he felt, maybe this was the time to get it done. So I did. I found out that Joe like some guys including Marcus, would be happier if they were a little hairier than they are. I think Marcus is gorgeous, he is fine just the way he is, better than fine. But I could see that Joe was a little light in the hairy chest department. That’s what he told me too, that when he saw me that first time he felt a little less manly I guess, those are my words because I don’t exactly remember his, but I get it. I did tell him that he helped me get over some of my insecurities that day and was very grateful it worked out in my favor. Joe said that he knew that because Al told him how happy I made you that day. Yeah, that was cool I guess.

Anyhow, I brought it up and he decided to run with it. He told me the first thing he wanted to do was to touch it and see how it felt. Like I haven’t heard those words before from Marcus. I told him I owed him back a favor since he educated me on small pee holes, and we both laughed hard at that. Joe asked me if I’m a real believer now that he showed me. Ya, big time believer. I suggested that maybe he’d rather check out what my fur felt like dry and not all wet so when we get out of the pool and dry off, that he could check it out for himself.

The three of us got back to swimming laps for a while before Joe said he better get busy with the pool and that we could stay in the pool until he told us that we should let him take care of the chemicals. Of course he stayed naked while he was cleaning the pool, that’s the new normal around here now. Besides he knows I’m gonna be looking to see if that big tool of his is slapping his thighs loudly for us. It was! Ha! I filled Marc in with what Joe was doing later in the day.

I need to end this section with Joe soon, but there is something else I’m gonna tell you. The thigh slapping dick and low hangers stuff is fluff compared to what some of you guys have put into my head in your email letters. After being so free and kinda horny with how we were talking to each other in the pool. Now I’m imagining what a hot jack-off session would be like between the three of us one day. I bet you must think I hit my head at the bottom of the pool when I dove in, huh. I told that to Marc, no secrets any more, and all he said was, “Really?!” TMI, too soon, I did say the three of us not just Joe and me. Maybe I found a line I shouldn’t have crossed. Whoops!

I probably shouldn’t leave you hanging on what happened after I dried off on the office deck. Joe didn’t tell me what area he wanted to touch, and I didn’t ask him either. Turns out it was my forearm hair and that kinda led his touching hand all the way up to my bicep. Don’t blame him for checking out my nice guns, I worked hard to get them. I asked him if he wanted me to flex my bicep for him, all I got was big eyes and a head shake, it was a “You bet your ass!” head shake, so I flexed for him, just like I do for Marc all the time when he wants a little show for himself. See I got another gotcha back at Marc again. Ask me if it bothers me that the two of them want to see me flex; that’s a stupid question, I love doing it for them. Hahah. Ellen never asked me to do that, although I had a feeling my son was heading in that direction himself when he was here, probably gonna happen one day though. I’ll do it, you know that!

BTW, I almost forgot to tell you something else nice about Joe, he rescheduled the client he sees after us in our neighborhood to another day so he could spend more time with us. He said his favorite day of the week was Tuesday because he was coming here, and then he said he better watch out for how long he stays naked because he’s getting kinda tan where he never did before and doesn’t want to explain himself to his wife. Oh, oh! Maybe it’s good that he comes here in the morning before the sun gets to be a real problem. I understand big time trying to hide getting a tanned ass from the wife though, poor guy.

THE FACETIME SECTION

Maybe I should write something about my kid and FaceTime before you think I forgot about doing that. You bet I’m happy that my kid asked me if we could FaceTime each other once in a while. I jumped on that without even thinking, I told him that I sure would don’t worry about that. But in my head I didn’t have a clue what we would talk about. I didn’t tell him that though, we’d figure that out later. And I didn’t want him to be the first one to call too, I called him after I thought he’d be done at school. Actually, he was still in his classroom planning stuff and the kids were all home. We just talked about what he was doing and his visit with us and if he was as glad as I was that he came here. That was a silly question, but I didn’t know how to start the conversation I guess. I don’t remember much of anything after he said that he couldn’t be happier that he went camping with me and we should do it again. And then he reminded me about maybe renting a bigger tent next time too. Hahah, I remembered don’t worry. That was the best camp out trip I’ve ever been on! I can’t wait to do it again.

One of the FaceTime calls I had with my son was a little interesting, to say the least. Maybe you remember my kid told me he was “pansexual,” like that meant something to me. He tried to help me understand it but sometimes, too much is too much, and I kinda shutdown before my brain explodes. I’m fucking serious! Not that I didn’t want to understand it though, I kinda figured I’d Google it afterwards since Google knows everything, right. Anyhow, I did Google it and I think I understand what it means now, and I thought I’d tell him about what I learned. Maybe my kid will know that I’m not the guy he used to hate anymore. He was surprised that I did that and said he’d tell me more if I wanted. I asked him if I could tell him first what I found out and then he could correct anything that was wrong or stupid, since I haven’t a clue about shit like that. Don’t think I said “shit like that” to him okay because that would be the stupid part.

I started with the word “Pan” and told him it was Greek for “All,” I thought that would sound like I really looked into it. I did you know, or how would I know it’s Greek? Anyway, I told him that I read that gender really doesn’t matter, it depends upon if there is a connection or not with someone. Anyway that sounds kinda normal to me. My son said it does sound that way, but it could be with anyone, man, or woman. Then I tried to sound smart and said, “Isn’t that just bi-sexual anyway?” He said it was very close to that but there was a difference. He told me that being bi-sexual might mean there were boundaries or exceptions as to whom they may be attracted to. Well that didn’t help much, and I told him I was back to confused again. I know I read a lot of stuff and I really thought I had a handle on it until I brought up the bi thing.

He tried to straighten out my thinking by telling me more about how it affects him and his wife who just happens to be pansexual too. Great, I want to know everything about them and I’m gonna accept whatever he tells me, period. He said that when he was a teenager that he found he was attracted to both guys and girls and thought maybe he was bi. But it wasn’t all the guys or all the girls, there were some guys he felt connected to and some girls too. It wasn’t like he only liked blond people because he was blond, that didn’t matter, it was what was inside the person that attracted him. You gotta know I’m thinking so what’s new about that, I was attracted to Al because of how he was inside first. All the other stuff came later, I think, but I thought he was fucking hot looking too. I told him some of that, not the fucking hot part though and he gave me another word to look up. He said that I was probably a “Demisexual.” Of course I am, WTF is that! It sounds like something little, doesn’t demi mean little? I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

He said that since I formed a strong emotional connection with Al instead of just a physical attraction, that “demisexual” might be what we both are. I just kept my thoughts to myself for now, and glad I didn’t mention the “fucking hot part” to him. And I didn’t mention that we don’t like labels and try to avoid them. I don’t need another fucking headache figuring out Demisexual. Yes I have a big emotional connection with Marcus, and he does with me, but we both have this huge physical attraction too. One look at naked Marcus and he hasn’t a snowball chance in Hell keeping my hands off of him! Hahah. Anyway, he doesn’t havta be naked though, just so you know. That’s probably the most you’ll ever hear about our sexuality, I think. But I think it’s amazing that my kid is okay with how his old man is gonna have a husband soon. Forget soon, I already have one.

FATHER’S DAY FACETIME

The next Sunday after Marc’s birthday was Father’s Day. I wanted to FaceTime my son to wish him a Happy Father’s Day and I got rewarded too because I got to see his wife on my iPhone for the first time. My kid moved the camera down so I could see her belly with my second grandson, man, it looks like there’s gonna be twins coming! That would be so cool, but they said it’s just one boy. It looks like he’s coming out as a linebacker! I’m gonna like my daughter-in-law for sure, she was so nice when she was talking to me. The best part of the call was I got to see my grandson for the first time on my iPhone, and I heard him try to say, “Hi PapPap” to me and waved his little hand. What a beautiful little boy. I just fucking lost it! I was a fucking wreck for the rest of the call. My son said that they were trying to teach him to say that for me on Father’s Day. And then he told me that he was gonna cry if I didn’t stop myself. Man, I love him so much, I can’t wait to hug all of them this year.

Marcus was with me on the FaceTime call and got to say hello to them too. He knew it was my call and just hung close by me but wasn’t seen on my camera. But once I kinda lost it and was shaking, he came over to hold me and then he was in the shot with me. That made my kid say, “Hi again Al, happy Father’s Day!” And then told him not to go away so his wife could say hi too. They had a little conversation that I think Marc should write about, so I won’t step on his story. We are gonna have a little family waiting for us when we get married later this year. Sometimes I think we are leading a charmed life, but maybe it’s my reward for me getting my shit together and keeping it that way. I know I won’t do anything to fuck up my life or Marc’s life with me. I know after the call that I just wanted to be there and hold and kiss my little grandson so bad, and I can’t wait for that day. It’s gonna be so hard seeing them go home after their visit at Christmas. Maybe they would like us to visit them sometime, I know he said their place is too small for any company, but we could always stay in a hotel. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to see the time to go faster in my life, I can’t wait for that time to come.

Just writing about them got my gut to start rumbling, not hunger, just can’t wait to experience something I want so bad I guess. Since I think I’ll be writing about him a lot, I’m gonna tell you his name, it just feels strange always referring to him just as my son or kid when he has a name, and very nice name. I’m sure I picked it out for him too. Ellen picked out our daughters name, I know that. The chance that my kid will ever read any chapter of this blog is about like never, he better not, I don’t want to explain anything we wrote about, whatever. Like someone told us, the blog is for just us and you guys, I think it was Joey, we get to tell you stuff about ourselves and sometimes we get to learn how to become better partners and lovers from you guys. Well, his name is Ryan, it’s a cool name right. He looks like the perfect Ryan to me, and he doesn’t need a nickname, just plain old Ryan. I figure you’ll be reading a lot more about Ryan in the months to come anyway. I don’t think I’ll be telling anyone his wife’s or boy’s names though. I’ll know one day if I need to do that.

I guess this is a good place to say that Ryan wasn’t comfortable with Marcus wanting to give him a car or SUV so that hasn’t happened yet. But don’t count out Marcus when he has bug up his butt to do something nice that he wants to do, it might become a Christmas thing. I can tell you they will be flying out here, but I don’t have the dates yet, but it will be during the school break. Since Marc has been pushing for them to fly out instead of driving lets me think he’s gonna get them to drive back in a new SUV. Just a feeling and even if I knew for sure, that’s something he will have to write about himself. But he better think carefully about how Ryan and his wife will feel about that. I don’t have any worry about him though. I’ve watched him tackle really sticky shit at work to come out smelling like a rose, he can do anything he puts his mind to doing. You need an example, just check me out!

POPS ON FACETIME TOO

I’ve been using FaceTime way more than ever now; I’ve been talking to Pops a lot and most of the time it’s him calling me. I gotta work on that before he thinks I don’t want to call him. Don’t think that Pops ignores Al in his calls though because he asks if he’s around so he could talk to him too. (Don’t forget that Pops knows Marcus as Al, he knows both of my names though.) They both call each other anyway. All this is kinda funny or maybe a little strange for me since Marc was the only guy I ever used FaceTime with before. Especially after our trip to Big Sur we knew exactly what we wanted from each other, big time! Anyway, not much later I was sent away to Texas for some scouting my company was doing at the time. We used FaceTime to do a lot more than just talk to each other! I hope that FaceTime is private because we were making some serious porn for each other back then!  Now I don’t think I’d care so much if anyone was watching as long as they weren’t taping us and putting it on the Internet. Back then we were finding out just how big sex was gonna be for us, that was scary enough, but it didn’t stop us from trying to find out! 

I sometimes wonder what would happen if I was the one doing the horny joking around on FaceTime instead of Pops. I should sometime but I’m afraid I’d be expected to do that all the time with him. He’s probably just trying to get a rise outta me, hopefully not my dick though. I can picture me trying to explain my boner to Marc afterwards, Hahah. You know I’m kinda getting used to the sexy compliments and if he stopped I’d wonder what happened. He’s always saying something nice about my body and how good I’ve kept it looking. One time he told me he wished he did the same with his body when he was younger. And then I heard the same kind of story I heard from Marc about how work got into the way of health. IDK, I think Pops looks great for someone in his 80’s, not that I have lots of examples to judge him by. Like zero. Besides, he never lost any hair on his head, I think that’s cool and better than we are doing right now.

Maybe when I FaceTime him one day I can be outside on the deck without a shirt on and let him see what he’s always complimenting me on, except it’s mostly my ass that gets most of the compliments. Or I could try doing it when I’m bare-ass naked, but it would be my luck I’d move my iPhone down by accident and Tada, “Larry on the Half Shell.” And then explain myself to Marcus for the rest of the day. But at least he’d get to see my naked ass for once. Ya that’s gonna work!

I think about our Pops more now than ever before, maybe because we get to FaceTime each other lots of times, but it’s because he has made me feel like I’m a real part of his family, not just a friend of his Godson Al and former COO of his company for so long. That he knows Al is my life partner now and not just a roommate, and that he still wants to be a part of our lives, is amazing to me. I’d expect it to go way bad if I didn’t know better. Like after he told us about the relationship he had with his buddy when they were younger and single and were friends until his buddy died. Maybe some of you don’t remember that Pop’s lady friend that he is living with in Mexico was the widow of his best friend. They must have all had a great close friendship.

I really don’t have much experience dealing with people in their senior years other than what I have with Pops today. Ellen’s parents hate me, always have and I don’t blame them for how I was, but that was years ago and I’m not anything like that now, but they still don’t want anything to do with me. They only deal with Ellen and our kids, at least I don’t have lots of in-law stories to tell. Hahah. I’ve never met any older people in Marc’s world other than Pops, and no one from Lisa’s family at all. But I’ve met Marc’s kids long ago when we were just good neighbor friends. I know Lisa likes me, or used to like me, IDK, maybe she will always like me now that she’s got my Ellen all for herself. I don’t know how I’d feel about that if Marcus wasn’t a part of the deal. I don’t want to go there and think about that. I think I’m rambling now and writing everything that gets into my head. Yup, I am.

Anyway, back to my Pops. I like thinking about him as “my Pops,” that’s something I never had or got to say before him, and he likes when I call him “Pops” because he told me so.

I know you are gonna hate me if I don’t tell you some of the stuff he says. Like I said if it was just me and Marc it would be just normal shit. I know I have the kind of butt Marcus wants for himself, and I can make slacks look hot. Okay, just go with me on that one, between Marc and Pops, I hear it a lot! And then he goes off the deep end when it comes to the color of my eyes, you know the kind that can put Marcus into a trance, really! I’m not kidding. I had to wait my whole fucking life until Marcus was okay telling me about what my eyes did to him. Not even Ellen talked about them. Actually, I read it from one of his chapters first and then asked him if any of it was true. Anyway, maybe it’s a little weird hearing some of the stuff, but it is a compliment right. It’s only been a few years hearing them and it’s kinda nice. I guess I’m not used to getting compliments from guys or Ellen, Lisa has been another story though! Hahah.

Back to Pops some more, he told me that his lady friend Sarah is not very well, probably got the Covid even though they had their shots. He said they won’t be traveling until she gets better but he’d love to come up here and stay with us if they could. Yeah he could! I’d love to see his girlfriend and see how he acts around her. That would be a first for me, horny seniors in love, I guess that makes us juniors in love huh. The jokes don’t get any better, sorry. Pops told me if I came down there we definitely would go deep-sea fishing and he’d show us a good time. I bet he would! Or try! I’m fucking bad huh! He said there are a lot of fun bars to go to and then he remembered that I don’t drink anymore, and he apologized. I told him to forget about it, Marcus drinks and I don’t have a problem anymore, I’m under control. Anyway, Pops doesn’t hide that he really likes me a lot. Ya, I do like him a lot too, I’d love to see him again and just feel what it’s like having a father, even a sexy senior citizen father.

Oh yeah, before I forget to say something about what Marc wrote about, Pops insists that he marry us, and he’s so looking forward to doing it too. I figured we’d just go to a judge to get married; we don’t have a church that we belong to, and I don’t think a Catholic Church would marry two guys anyway, we are both non-practicing Catholics for a reason. That’s cool I guess, I wonder what he would say at the wedding and then I thought, I’m gonna need to write something to say too. I think I just started sweating over that. You know old Marcus will make me bawl with his words. Maybe I should start working on mine now and he better bawl over them too. Hahah, no Hahah, he better! Actually to be real with you, the last time I FaceTime Pops he didn’t get all sexy on me, we got pretty serious since his Sarah got so sick. Now I’m finally done with the Pops part of the chapter.

JUST THINKING ABOUT ME, OLD LARRY FOR A BIT

I hope those of you who are our old BGR friends won’t mind what I want to write about now. I guess you can skip to the end if you do. Marc and I know that a lot of our newest readers start with the latest chapter because it’s on the top. If either of us writes something that they like, maybe they will go and read some of the older chapters. Blogger lets us see which chapters are being read every hour of every day, and which country too. I’m kinda hooked on checking that out sometimes myself since I’ve written lots of chapters too. I love it when I see one of my chapters being read when I check it out.

I thought maybe I should write something about us since we are living like we are already married. We are almost the same guys as we were three years ago except that we don’t hide anything from each other anymore. And because we live together doesn’t mean that we are always in each other’s face too. There are plenty of places to get lost in this house if we want to. We do have things we like to do by ourselves, and I think it just makes our time together even better. I know I don’t always feel that I have to tell Marc everything I think about, and I bet he’s the same too. But I don’t like having secrets to keep from him; I don’t let anything get to be a secret anymore.

The thing that is the most difficult for me writing a new chapter is trying not to write what I wrote before and bore you guys. It’s hard for me to keep track and I only have 22 chapters written, Marcus has a ton of chapters, and I don’t know how he keeps anything straight. It takes a lot of time to go back and read the old chapters and see if we wrote something before. Anyhow, like I said above please don’t mind if you read any of this before, I thought maybe some of the new guys should know this stuff. Okay, here goes…

I met and married the first girl I fell in love with 35 years ago when we were very young, I’ve never wanted anyone other than Ellen and I don’t think I’ve ever had sex with another woman in my life. If I did, it was when I was drunk as a skunk, and I bet a boner was the last thing my body could make at the time or remember it anyway. I’ve never loved or had sex with a man other than Marcus and it took us years to even get there. I don’t even remember being naked around other men, even in the Coast Guard. I think I’d remember that. I know there’s big gaps in my memory from my later drug abuse, and I don’t even try to go there to fix that anymore. 

I was so young when I was taken into child protection, and I never got to go back to my family, and I don’t think anyone tried to find me too. I had lots of foster parents, mostly women that I kinda remember, not any men come to my mind. Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m not alone in the world I’m sure. I guess I’m trying to say that I don’t have a history of a loving family, being wanted by one anyway, and I guess I struck out against my world with stuff I couldn’t control. Ellen was always there for me, she put up with so much of my shit, I guess she saw the real me under the asshole I could be when I was drunk or high. I do love and respect her, probably always will, but that’s a different kind of love now, not like with Marcus.

When you read that when I was in my 40’s, Al became my first and only best friend in the world, you gotta think, who is this dude that he never had someone to love hanging with all the time. If you think I have the answer to that, think again. Maybe I didn’t trust anyone, why should I anyway, but don’t think it was because I was too skinny or too hairy like I used to write about, at least I don’t think so. There were plenty of men in my life that I worked with or served with in the Coast Guard, but no guy that I could call a best buddy that I remember. Let’s just say it was all my fault and get over it. 

I guess this is not new stuff to know about me, but now I have two men, no that’s three men in my life. Ryan has given me so much to look forward to now. And Pops, I love having a man old enough to be my father to talk to, even if it is kinda awkward at times. He certainly changed my mind about older guys being horny. Hahah, really I’m serious about being embarrassed sometimes with what comes outta his mouth on the calls. I know I’m working on that. But I see how he laughs when he says stuff about me, and I know it’s okay and natural for men of any age. And now I have the one and only guy I’ll ever love forever. I try to think back a dozen years ago to see if I had any of these feelings about him back then. Maybe I did but didn’t understand why it was affecting me though. There were some really scary early years as friends. I don’t mean I was worried about him trying anything with me, it was me that I worried about, that I’d do something stupid to lose him as a best friend. Fuck, I don’t even know what best friends did together, other than having coffee time and joking around and spending time together. I loved all of that and didn’t want to lose it for something stupid.

Now I have three guys I can’t live without, and you guys too, that take the time to write me. Not all the time, but sometimes. I think of you as my friends you know. I don’t know if any of the changes would have happened without the BGR journal blog that Al started as Marcus and his best friend Mark as Larry. If we never had that trip three years ago, I don’t think anything would be like it is now. Marc might tell you that some other time in our life we would have done what we did three years ago, because we were meant to be together like we are today and forever.

I wanna say living my life as Larry has been the best fucking thing that ever happened to me, and it is. But Ellen was too, and my kids, especially with my son Ryan right now. My daughter will take time just like Marc with his kids, but we won’t give up on them. I love you guys that read about us so much, the list of guys I’ve talked to is long but recently it’s been, Joey, Billy, Charlie, and Michael, and I miss talking to Joao, the young father from Portugal. I understand, you guys get busy and I’m just this guy from California in a journal blog you found to read or follow. But I do love talking to you guys just like Marcus does, that was contagious I guess. (You gotta love the little mic you get in MS Word, when I can’t spell a word, I just say it and it gets written for me. You just gotta remember to shut it off or not have the TV on when you do that, or you’ll need to erase a whole bunch of shit you never wanted to write. It’s cool anyway, huh.)

I think this is a good spot to end this chapter. I love writing for you guys, look at me, 22 chapters done now! I didn’t know I had that many words in me. Hahah. BTW, I hope you liked the photos I picked out for you; some were taken by Marc for me to use. He also helped me by drawing the bow on my dick picture, my guy really knows how to draw stuff!

Be safe out there, cuz we need you.

M. Larry

Here is a link to the next chapter by Marcus, his CH 85: 

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2022/07/ch-85-larry-is-having-meltdown.html#more