LARRY'S 24th Post: Really Breaking News!

 Hi guys, it’s me Larry this time with some “Breaking News!”

Note: I almost got done writing this chapter before hurricane Ian became a life-threatening issue for thousands of people. Our favorite not-for-profit charity is José Andrés “World Central Kitchen.” If you don’t know what you can do to help consider how much good they do for people in dire need. Also, during the time I was writing this we had a big fire locally, the Mosquito Fire it's a big part of my chapter this time. 

Oh ya, one more big thing I gotta tell you, I’m a PapPap again, my son Ryan and his wife gave me another big bouncing grandson in early September. He’s 8 pounds and 21 inches long, and yup, has blond hair too, at least what you can see of it in pictures right now. I can’t wait to see them all here for Christmas. I am so happy, and PopPop Marcus is too. Pops is excited to be a GreatPop for the first time ever. I love that he feels that way for me. I just wanted to let you know that before I get going on my chapter. I’m almost afraid to know how much Santa Claus GreatPops will unload on them for Christmas presents. They’ll need to take them back home with them. Maybe the three of us should sit down and figure out what to buy them and how they’ll get back home with them. I better talk to Marc and Pops soon. Okay now on to my chapter.

ME AND MY SWEETBABES

I read what Marc wrote about us in his chapter and I hope you don’t think I’m gonna let him be the only one writing nice things about us. Ya, maybe that kinda makes me sound too needy. Well, needy ain’t so bad once in a while. Anyway I wish I could spell way better than I can, kinda payback for not paying attention in school. So if I use some fancy-ass words this time, I’m just trying to impress you. Now if I only knew how to look up words when you don’t know how to spell them in the first place. I used to just ask Marc how to you spell a word I was having trouble with, and he’d just spell it for me. You know after a while just needing to ask him was starting to piss me off. I hated to keep bothering him like that, and after a while he’d want to know what I was writing about, but I wanted to make it a surprise. At least he always knew how to spell anything I asked him. Still doesn’t make me feel good about myself though.

Anyhow, there’s a ton of stuff going on around here right now and I’ll do my best to let you know what I know. But before I get into that, I’m gonna write about how I feel being here with Marc and Pops and others that you’ll know about soon enough.

Marc wrote about waking up with me, I loved that he feels that way, but I’m gonna talk about going to bed with him. I know from what he told me, and he wrote about that Lisa always needed to have her night time routine before bed and that didn’t include him. Poor guy. Ya, well sometimes me-too buddy. At least I didn’t have to put up with Lisa’s long routine every night. Even if I did go to bed with Ellen, it didn’t mean I was gonna get lucky. Man that sounds kinda kid-like huh. If we did ever get it on it wasn’t often, but a lot more than poor Marcus. Anyway, back to me and Marc. It doesn’t take much on my part to get Marc to follow me to bed, especially if I tell him what I have in mind for us, hahah.

You know even on the first night we ever spent together at the lake years ago, I didn’t need to ask him for anything. And he didn’t need to ask me, we just seemed to know what to do. Of course nothing as good as now though. I guess you can figure that out by yourselves by now. Since I’m being that honest with you, just because we go to bed together doesn’t mean we are all over each other when we get in bed, sometimes we are tired and just cuddle a little and fall asleep. Usually when that happens, it’s Marc that’s all over me after his second pee trip during the night. Ask me if I care, go ahead I dare you! Hahah. Ya right, I’m gonna complain. Usually around 5 in the morning I’m sawing logs big time, but I love how he can get my dick awake before me. I bet you would too.

There was a time long after the lake trip and way before we started living together, my mind went off to wondering if I was gonna get another Ellen with him if we got together for real. After all he didn’t seem to mind not having sex all the time with Lisa. Of course I kinda figured that he took care of business by himself. Maybe because I was doing that a lot too. Our good friend Billy, you see him commenting on our chapters, said that he was kinda the over-sexed one in his marriage. When I read that I figured, that was gonna be me too. But it would still be better than begging for sex from Ellen, well he never got that way with me. You know I still wonder how he survived that long with her considering how horny he is with me. Maybe I don’t need to know stuff like that huh.

Sometimes when I’m awake at night and he’s not, and I know he still needs some sleep, I just lay there looking at the big dark lump next to me and think how lucky I am. Usually it ends up with me spooning him and I reach around and get a hold of his dick to hold. Ellen would usually push me away if I attempted to touch her breast, forget anything south of that unless I wanted an elbow into my ribs. At least with Marc he won’t elbow me in the ribs, half the time he’s the one spooning me with my balls or dick or both in his hand. But what I love even more than that is when he starts running his hand over my body. I know he loves my fur, and he made me love that I am that way. Sometimes it does tickle me, just a little bit, he avoids really tickling me because I tend to fight back; I hate the feeling I get that I’m not in control when tickled. Man there were times he’d really get into non-stop tickling me that I kinda peed a little bit; serve him right if I got him wet! Of course if he goes there with me, I will tickle him back big time. He says he’s not that ticklish, ya right! Probably said that so I wouldn’t pay him back. Too bad that I never got him to piddle doing it either. One day, Marc, you gotta know it’s gonna happen!

Since I’m sorta on a us kick right now, I guess I can tell you that Pops is always pushing us to get to bed earlier so we can have “our time” together. That’s so sweet, but he never gets too pushy with that. Marc told you Pops loves our deep soak tub in the bathroom he uses. I would too if it was big enough for Marc and me, but it’s not. Marc wrote that maybe we should do a little remodeling and make the bathroom a part of his bedroom instead of just hall bath. It would make it hard for the other bedrooms though. Maybe one day if he becomes a permanent member of the house with us. Or maybe we could do that when he is back in Mexico this Winter. Maybe, IDK.

Anyhow back to Marc a little more. I love being with him more every day we are together. I love that he made me love my body instead of hating it. I love being naked with him too. I know I turn him on, and I never thought I could do that with anyone. I love seeing him all naked, and just being himself around me. I’ve always thought he was the hottest looking guy I ever saw, and I still feel that way. I’m kinda proud of myself for getting him to feel that way about himself. I guess we both helped each other and it’s behind us now. Sometimes I just stay in bed in the morning to watch him get out of bed and walk around the room all naked and pretty. I might even follow him into the bathroom to watch him in the mirror brushing his teeth, well I do get a good look at his hairless butt that way. Go figure he’d love a hairy ass and I’d love the opposite. Cool huh, man we were made for each other in lots of ways. I guess if I try hard enough I could find a lot more about him that I love, maybe next time.

Okay, I hope what I wrote lets you know how much I’m in love with him, and now I better get to some of the stuff going on around here before I forget what I want to write about.

MY GOOD BUDDY JOE AKA “THE POOL GUY”

You might be surprised by what I did, not that long ago. I called my new buddy Joe before he was to come over here. I love that he likes joining us in the pool and that he gives us the whole morning on Tuesday so he can be himself with us. If you have never read an old chapter about him you won’t know that he has no problem getting naked with us, and sometimes cleans the pool that way too. And I’m the one who got him to be like that with us too. Yay for me! Anyhow, most of the time he just comes up to the office door or knocks on the kitchen window to let us know he’s here. Other than Marc he’s the only real guy friend I have here at home. Or anyplace else except for you guys that like me. We really have a great friendship now and talk about all kinds of shit and I never get nervous or embarrassed with him. I never asked him if I’ve ever embarrassed him though, I don’t think I want to know if I ever did. I had a nice long conversation on the phone before he was to come over here. I told him all about Pops and how he will be here now probably until after Christmas. 

Joe was totally cool about everything I told him, and he asked if he should forget about the coffee time we have together. That really upset me, and I told him, “Fuck no! Your my friend and I’d miss that time we have together.” I told him to change nothing except probably cleaning the pool naked for now. And I bet he can still come into the pool with us naked since Pops knows we swim naked anyway. Joe just asked if I was sure about that. I was honest with him and said I wasn’t just yet. But I’ll work on it for sure and if we can’t I’d be really disappointed. I let Joe know that Pops hasn’t been naked in the pool, but I thought that would change soon. He wanted to know what made me think that. Joe doesn’t know about the naked pictures we have of young Pops at all. Maybe we should only be the ones to know about them.

To wrap up this part for now, I introduced Joe to Pops one Tuesday morning and I let Joe go about his business without anyone naked in the pool. But I did invite him in first to have coffee and get to meet Pops. Because Joe has been spending his Tuesday mornings with us, he was right at home at the kitchen table. I could see that Pops was comfortable with the new stranger sharing coffee with us. They talked a lot about caring for the pool, I hope that Pops wasn’t trying to take Joe’s job away for himself. Joe really knew how to handle himself with Pops, I bet next time he’ll be in the pool with us. Actually up to that visit, I had no idea if it would happen or not.

POPS AT THE POOL LATELY

Marc wrote some stuff about Pops and us in the pool last time and I will too. You ought to know by now that Pops knows we only swim naked and if he doesn’t want to see that, we’d let him know when we were gonna be in the pool. That didn’t bother him at all, I think he was a little offended that we thought he was an old prude or something. Well he isn’t at all, but he did wear some of his boxers instead and just walked down to the pool steps at the 3-foot section and then swim over to the deep end to join us. After he watched us dive off the office deck a few times I guess he thought that would be fun or something because he did it too. He seems to be a fairly good swimmer and maybe he has dived into a pool many times before. I think we told you that there’s 10 feet of water at the deep end of the pool, so he shouldn’t be afraid to hit the bottom at all. 

I’m glad I got to witness his first dive ever. It wasn’t a bad dive at all, in fact his dive looked perfect except for one little, teeny tiny problem that made me laugh my ass off watching it. By the time his butt hit the water I saw his boxers sliding off his butt ending up around his knees before he was totally under the water. When Pops bounced back up for air he had his boxers in his hand and he tossed them hard onto the deck yelling out, “Son of a bitch, that wasn’t supposed to happen.” After he caught me laughing at him he kinda laughed at himself and repeated to me that wasn’t supposed to happen and he was sorry. I told him he shouldn’t be sorry about that; shit happens all the time. I don’t know why I just said that without thinking, anyhow it must have made him feel better because he laughed a little harder before we both looked over to Marcus who looked a little stunned at the sight, or maybe he felt bad for Pops or something. Marc did get a little laugh out but nothing like Pops and me. I think my belly laughing got to Pops and before I knew it he was laughing just as hard as me. I’m so glad he took it that way.

If you ask me maybe Pops losing his boxers was the best thing for him, especially if he wanted to find a way to join us in the pool naked but didn’t know how to pull it off. I’m saying that because he didn’t get out of the pool to go get something to wear or ask us to do that for him. It was the first time he was ever naked with us that I can remember, but it wasn’t the last time too, nope. He hasn’t gone back to wearing boxers in the pool, he just takes them off on the office deck and dives into the deep end just like us. I love to dive off the deck lots of times when I go swimming, Marc always does that, so we are in and out of the pool from our special underwater seat which is also a step if you have long enough legs. So far Pops doesn’t parade around naked like us, he keeps a towel on the cool deck near the steps. I’m surprised he even goes that far with us, I bet he’ll be like us before the warm weather is over though.

I bet Pops thinks staying in deep water and keeping some distance from us makes his nakedness kinda hard to see, I ain’t gonna burst his bubble, it’ll be my little secret, hahah. Anyway how he handled the situation with us made him the coolest dad I could ever think to have for us. He sure is changing every idea I ever had about older men and what it feels like having a dad who loves hanging around with us. I had a little talk with Marc the other day about Pops and how much fun it is having him here with us and I hoped he was feeling the same way.  Marc’s answer was exactly what I wanted to hear, and he told me that he never saw Pops so relaxed and happy. And he hoped that he’d consider living with us always. Wow are we ever on the same page about that. I never got so relaxed after hearing that from him, I want that so bad too.

I told Marc because of the dive that went so wrong for Pops, I found out that I’m not the only hairy-assed guy living here anymore, and that’s a fact jack! All Marc said was, “Yes I know.” And then he added, “That’s not such a bad thing for me you know.” Got a laugh outta me too, he was right, not a bad thing for either one of us.

THE MOSQUITO FIRE AFFECTS US TOO

This is what we've seen and smelled for days

There is a dangerous fire real close by us, not a threat to our house right now, but the smoke is bad sometimes. We live about 10 miles from Auburn, CA right off the Auburn Folsom Road that gets you there too, unless you take I-80 freeway instead. I guess if the winds go really wrong it could come down to us, there’s lots of old oak trees around here and it’s been super dry for a long time. Well, that’s not what I was gonna write about, even if the smoke sometimes keeps us inside the house too much. Somehow even with the windows all closed we can smell smoke inside the house, and it’s not a nice smell, not like a campfire is. I’m afraid that Pops will go outside and breathe that toxic air so I keep an eye on him when I can, or let’s say I keep him busy inside. He’d hate it if he thought I was treating him like a kid or something. 

Not long ago I just woke up earlier than normal with lots of stuff on my mind, like the fire and a lot of “what if’s” that I don’t have answers for yet. IDK why I didn’t just wake up Marc and let him do his magic on my mind like he does sometimes for me. I decided to go make coffee instead and bring some back, then I can wake him up with the smell of good coffee under his nose. Like I said, I just headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. Well before Pops got here, if it was warm in the house, I just head to the kitchen as naked as I was in bed, who’s gonna care.

Somehow I never thought about Pops being up, it was very early, and I’d be back in bed before you know it anyway. Well, that’s what I thought. But of course, that’s not what happened. When I got close to the kitchen area I saw the lights on, and stupid me thought our “Alexa routine” must have left them on last night, not that someone could have turned them on. As I got closer to the kitchen I smelled coffee in the air too. Okay some of you smarter guys out there reading this might be thinking, oh he’ll just go back and put some clothes on, well think again men. I sure as fuck didn’t, I’m so used to being naked around the house, I kinda forgot what I looked like. Well don’t worry that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was Pops was up and sitting at the kitchen table with his hand around a coffee mug, and I could see he looked super tired, and he was upset about something. Kinda looked like he’s been rubbing his eyes a lot because they were all red looking. He looked up at me in all my furry nakedness and never said boo about that, good. Now I need to see if I can help him, I forgot about my own problem and couldn’t give a shit about being naked anyway. I grabbed a cup of coffee for myself and went over to sit beside him at the table to see what the red eyes were for.

I didn’t need to push hard to find out what was bothering him at all. He was concerned about his buddies (You know them as the Band Guys.) and his lady friend Sarah at the same time. He got a text early in the morning from Sarah’s daughter that her mom wasn’t recovering from Covid very well and that she wants her to just live in North Carolina permanently. And then she told him if he had anything at the condo of his that was important to him to plan to get them because she was going to put the place up for rent as soon as she could. The weather down in San Jose del Cabo, Mexico can be nasty at this time of the year, that’s why he’s up here with us, damn it!

(I wasn’t sure exactly how to talk about Sarah and not screw it up, but I knew we all should discuss what he’s feeling about that. I’m gonna find a spot to let you know what Marc and I told him before I finish writing this chapter. But I think it’s important to talk about his buddies first. You can yell at me as a dipshit if I forget to write something after I told you I would.)

And then he told me about the phone call he got during the night from his buddies in Auburn. (I guess if you read Marc’s chapter you know it took a lot of effort for Pops to find these friends and then to find out they were living so close to us too. He just doesn’t want to lose them again.) He said they woke him up with a panic call. They told him about the toxic smoke outside and that the Mosquito fire was getting scary close to them, and they might have to evacuate soon. I told Pops we need to get them down here with us right away, there’s more than enough room here for them. Pops said he told them that he would get back to them as soon as he talked to us. You know it’s crazy, I woke up thinking I had a problem, and it was Pops with the problem. I’m glad I was up for him. I know Marc will support my decision, so I told Pops to call them right now and tell them to get their asses down here right away and that they can stay with us for as long as it takes. Besides, the house is way big enough. I reached out to Pops with my hand on his and told him to not go anywhere, just call them from the kitchen and I’ll be right back. And I’ll even put on some pants for you too and laughed. Pops didn’t say anything, not even a little laugh, he just shook his head okay. Not getting razzed over me being naked the entire time with him was a little strange, I really expected he’d say something. I’d like to tell you I was embarrassed, but I wasn’t, now that’s the strange thing! I fucking surprise myself almost daily around here.

I doubled-timed it back to the bedroom which seemed a mile of hallways away that morning to get Marcus out of bed, dressed and back into the kitchen with me in record time. All I said was, and maybe it was just a little mean, “It’s Pops, you gotta come.” I never saw Marc move his ass so fucking fast! Well it was the only way I could guarantee he’d get out of bed fast. We both put on some boxers, screw getting dressed. I didn’t give a shit about what Marc might do to me after the fact, uh-uh, I’ll deal with it later. You can relax, he never said shit to me about how I got him up and over to the kitchen.

The fact that Pops wasn’t looking like he needed Paramedics and was quietly sipping some coffee at the kitchen table, should have got Marcus to asking me what it was about Pops that was so earth-shaking bad that he had to get out of bed so fast. But he didn’t, he asked Pops what was wrong. See even I don’t always know how my Sweetbabes will act until he does. But I bet his blood pressure returned to normal as soon as he sat down. I went to grab us some coffee and a reheat for Pops’ coffee.

The brave Placer County firefighers at the Mosquito Fire

Anyway, Pops told Marcus that he was worried about his buddies living in Auburn. He said that they live really close to Foresthill Road where the fire is a big danger, and they are scared for their lives and what property they have. Marc told Pops to get them on the phone and tell them to pack a bag and get their asses outta there and stay with us. Pops had to tell him that I already told him to do that, and he just did, they will be here soon. Marc said great, thanks babe for telling Pops to do that. Pops just said he was blessed to have two great sons to count on. And then Pops told us that they could have his room and he could sleep on the couch. The fuck he will! Well, Marc didn’t say it that way, but I bet he was thinking it. He told him there’s a room not far from the office with twin beds, they could use that one and there was a bathroom in that hallway as well. And then he asked Pops if he thought we should all go up there to help them if they needed us. He said he didn’t know but he’d ask them if they would like some help.

What Pops did after that was perfect in my book. He got up from his chair and asked us both to get up too. And then he grabbed both of us in his open arms and hugged us hard and kissed us both and said that he felt so blessed to have two beautiful caring sons. And then to get a laugh, he told us to go get your showers so you could smell better for our house guests. That sounded just like I imagined a parent would say. Man if he only knew what we do in that big-ass shower of ours! Maybe he does.

There’s no question in my mind now that Pops always wanted kids, and now he has two middle-aged men acting like kids for him. It’s cool for me too, I always wanted to know what having a dad would be like and now I know. Pops is the best dad in the whole fucking world and I’m never gonna let him forget I feel that way. Anyhow I don’t want him to ever leave us to go back to Mexico unless it’s just a short vacation with us.

WHAT’S IT LIKE LIVING WITH TWO OLDER “UNCLES” AND A POPS

We were not needed to help Pops buddies to get important stuff safe and down here with us. Although we all were willing to help if they wanted. Maybe they didn’t want to put us out too much. It was a few hours later, and we had two guys at the front door with a car packed full. Of course we offered to help with their stuff, that was something they didn’t refuse. 

I should stop here for a minute and say that Pops told us, but not in front of them, that he really was willing to give them his room and he could easily use the twin bed room. Marc had a lot to say about that, “nope!” That was the “a lot” he had to say. Pops room was Pops period. Marc only said, “Nope.” The room he selected for them is the last bedroom we have that we didn’t convert to something else, and it was going to be perfect because it was in a private wing of the house even if it was close to our office that we don’t really use that often any longer. All Pops said was, “Are you sure”, but I bet he was thinking thanks son.

We offered to store some of their belongings in the garage and if it meant one of us would give up a parking spot, so what. Actually, we had more than enough room behind the sports car for their stuff and we hardly ever take it out on the road any more. The rest of their stuff we all trucked over to their new bedroom, two and half fucking miles on the other side of the house! Man we need to buy some carts with wheels if we are gonna have people stay here with us. I mean it too. My son and his family will be here for Christmas, we gotta do something for them.

I asked Marc when we were alone if we should have put the two beds together instead of leaving them apart. I’m pretty sure they are a couple not just roommates. Marc said that when it comes time to change the sheets we could ask them if they’d like it that way, besides after living with them for a while we’ll know more about them. Then he reminded me about how long it took us to let people know we were a couple for real.

GETTING TO KNOW THE MEN

I probably need to leave some stuff for Marc to write about, otherwise this could end up a very long chapter. I hope I do okay with this part. At least we had a chance to meet them not long ago and they loved our dinner for them, I think they even liked us a lot too. Anyhow, we got right down to business, giving them a comfortable place to stay until it was time to go back home. We got great hugs from them at the front door and non-stop thanks for helping them over this danger. This time the hugs didn’t seem to come from strangers, just family members. At least I felt that from them. Maybe I’m putting too much into having them here, but I’m glad they came. I could see how much Pops got relaxed when they showed up, he was worrying so much about their safety. I never had to worry about a forest fire, so this is new for me. I guess one of us told you that the cabin we used three years ago was burnt to the ground in last year’s fire near Mt. Shasta. Kinda worries me about staying so far off the fucking road next time too.

I got to find out what it’s like having guys old enough to be our fathers or uncles living with us very fast. It was nice! Really they treated us so nice. Way better than I expected. Between Pops and them we could just sit on our butts and be treated like some really lazy-ass royalty. Everyone wanted to do something for us like we couldn’t do it ourselves. We did work out a plan so that everyone could do something and feel good about themselves. That goes for us too. Somehow we ended up with a house full of “good cooks” that wanted to help and of course pay for everything. Marc set them straight on that, and I agreed with him. But if they want to go shopping for something for themselves, we told them feel free. Marc told them that they were our guests but if they want to help with making dinner sometime let us know.

I did get a request for my pasta sauce and recipe that we fed them on their visit not long ago. I never had anyone ask me for a recipe, it’s kinda in my head not on paper, but I told them if they get a pencil and paper I’d try to give it to them. And that’s what they did too. Kinda makes me feel proud about my cooking skills. They asked a lot of questions though; I think I faked a lot of it for them. I just do it, a little this, a little that, and don’t think about it very much. It was cool to hear them tell me how great it tasted and that I was such a good cook. Well I wouldn’t go that far, but I do make a mean omelette though. I figured I better make one for them so they can make me feel good about that too. After that, it’s my BBQ skills and that’s it. Time to talk to the real cook around here, Marcus.

I don’t know how much stuff to write about them and not get Marc all pissed off on me for blabbing everything for myself. It was so cool to see the three of them all working together on stuff and insisting that we just let them take care of us. We did sometimes, I can’t lie about that. For me it was so special, I never had anyone older than me to look up to, well I have Marc but he’s only a few years older. I know Pops loves me because he says so, and it kinda melts me when I hear him say it. I tell him that I love him all the time too because I do. And now there’s two more older guys trying hard to please us so much. I started thinking about them as my uncles, I don’t have any real uncles that I know of though. Marcus will have to tell you how he feels about them, I know how I feel and it’s like the best present I ever got, and I promise to take really good care of it too. 

I remember once that Marc told me that a restaurant we were taking our wives too early in the afternoon would have lots of older people there. And I remember hoping there would be nothing but older people there, like old enough to be parents and grandparents. That was missing in my life, and I so want it for myself. Now when I see the three of them, it’s what I think about and I get a big ass smile on my face, I know that because my cheeks hurt afterwards from smiling so much.

IT’S SEXY SENIORS WEDNESDAY IN THE POOL

The weather got back to good enough to be outside and free of the nasty smoke and over the 100° temperatures too. If you remember about Pops and his boxers accident on his first dive into the pool, you should know that’s behind him now and he just drops his boxers on the deck and jumps in the pool. I kinda figured even without his boxers accident that he’d be into that soon enough with us, especially with us two naked jaybirds in the pool anyway.

Now that his two old buddies are living here with us for a while, would Pops decide to go buy a swimsuit for himself since he didn’t bring one. I’m sure what we have here would not be suitable for an 82-year-old guy; I can’t even imagine him in one of our tiny Speedos anyway. The fact that I got Marcus to try one on for me was a big win. Hey, he can pull it off just fine now, but naked is still better! 

You gotta know that after meeting Pops buddies not long ago and having so much fun looking at the old naked album pictures with them, I’m not gonna be one bit surprised if I see some naked assed older guys swimming in our pool, just saying. I hope so because I’ll have no problem joining them, I bet Marcus will too.

We have hit the pool with them in it a couple of times when it was nice out. They were being polite and not naked, not like the two of us at all. Naked is the fucking pool rules here; well, Marc’s pool rules but I approve big time. Like I’m way over being embarrassed over my body after living with Marcus, maybe I should say, thanks to Marcus for working on my head non-stop for years. Hell, I’ve been fucking naked in front of Lisa and Ellen in the pool, I’m not gonna have a problem in front of these guys.

Our pool can handle five guys swimming together any time, but these men were mostly kinda soaking in the pool you know, floating around not swimming. We are the real swimmers here I guess, except when we have horny ideas that are way more fun. Our “sexy underwater bench” seems to get used by everyone who gets into the pool. If they only knew what went on there by the two of us, they might find someplace different to hang around, hahah. 

You gotta know things change sometimes, right? Anyhow, I can’t figure out the best or polite way of describing what I saw the other day once I got out on the office deck. I made double sure I wouldn’t laugh because I’d hate that if it was me being laughed at. It was such a nice day and there were three men, Pops and his two still kinda hippie-looking buddies, acting like kids in the pool. Did I forget to say three naked men acting like kids? Good for them, I don’t know who suggested ditching the clothes, bet it was not Pops. Maybe? Don’t care who, I’m just glad they were.

I figured I’d join them in the pool some time but not right away. I wanted to soak up some sun on my body after being stuck inside for so fucking long because of the smoke. I headed over to one of the deck chairs, put a big towel on it and off came my shorts and then I stretched out all “naked and not afraid.” (I’m still a fan of that reality TV show Marc got me hooked on.) Hey, fair is fair, if they can be all naked, they can deal with me naked too. 

If you know me, then you know I can’t wait to ask Pops how the fuck he got them convinced to strip naked in the pool. Maybe it wasn’t him, maybe seeing us that way being all natural brought back old memories. I’m so tempted to just ask them, nah not cool I won’t. Anyhow, I bet it’s the best fun they’ve had together in years. I’m really happy for them, but I’m just gonna soak up some sun for a while and hope I don’t screw up their fun. One of the guys called out to me to join them in the pool, I told them don’t worry I’m planning on it after a little bit. I did too.

It wasn’t too long before Marcus joined me on the deck, took one long good look at me and shook his head. I told him don’t shake your head on me, pull up a deck chair and strip for me. I need to see your naked body near mine. Marc said, “So I could turn you on?” I just laughed; he knows me too well. Yes, if you are wondering, that is what I wanted from him.

You'd watch me right? Too needy huh!

We love to dive into the pool, at least I do, don’t know why other than it’s fun and I can, and I do often. I know that’s how Marc gets into the pool; I just made it more fun to dive in and get out to dive in again. Well that’s until I get too much water in my ears or just get bored doing it. When the guys are in the pool where we dive in, we tell them to move away if they don’t want to be splashed. They usually move over to the waterfall area about half way down the pool from the deck and watch us. They have been rating our dives and have given Marc the best scores a lot, okay so I found that to be a challenge to beat, Marc usually swims over to the guys to hang out with them. Somehow, someway I was gonna get the best score today from them. Don’t even ask yourself why, it’s me remember, and I like to win. Well the only way I was gonna win was to get out of the pool and try again, and again. The guys started rating my dives each time. I can’t say that I recognized Marc’s voice, I should have if he was rating me. If anything he knew I was gonna make a fool of myself showing off for them, but I didn’t care, I was having fun. I can act like a silly kid sometimes if it gets me a laugh.

Guess who! Almost can't see me on white.

I used the underwater bench as a step, so I didn’t need to walk far to dive again. Anyhow, I kinda “got caught up in the moment”, something like Marcus would say. I was really eating up the attention I was getting, completely forgetting that with a body like mine, I might just attract some attention. Good, I couldn’t care less, and it seemed like the guys were having fun watching me and I loved it. I was the “Rising Star” of the pool that day and I was eating it up. Then I got this idea, why not give them a show along with my dives. I’d swim further down to where the water is only bellybutton high and leap outta the pool and do a silly walk over to the deck and dive-in again. I got a few, “GO FOR IT!” comments and some loud “hoots” from someone as I headed back to the deck, so you gotta know I’m gonna keep doing it too. I have my fans here now, hahah. I’d look over to Marc and sometimes I could see him roll his eyes like he couldn’t believe me, maybe I was turning him on, could be you know. Anyway I know how to handle him later if I need to. The cheers were so cool, I was eating it all up and I figured, I’m always getting all these great comments about my ass, so give them a good look, like they didn’t get a big enough look every time I sprung outta the pool anyway. 

ME AND MY CHUBBY

Like I said, I loved it while it lasted, somehow being the center so much attention, kinda worked its way downstairs a bit. Trust me when I say that I am not paying one bit of attention to that. Okay, if that is not specific enough for you, my dick was getting a chubby. That’s a new term I discovered recently. That’s the point where if I’m not careful, my dick springs up to my belly just like I was springing outta the pool and then plasters itself there for a while. Like I said, I wasn’t paying any attention to that, I was enjoying all the attention I was getting, talk about being “Larry” and not so “Mark!” Anyway I wasn’t aware until I looked over to my Sweetbabes and he was doing the slit your throat sign with his hand and then looking down to where his dick would be. He didn’t say a word, not even laughing or a smile on his face, but his sign language finally got through to me. 

Normally, as if anything about me is normal anymore, I have no experience walking around with a raging hard-on unless it’s Marc doing that to me, for me around here that’s more normal than not. But not with other guys. Once I saw what was happening, instead of losing my erection I just got the biggest boner yet. Wonderful, now what do I do with it. At least it’s not like Marc’s big towel-hanging flagpole, there’s no hiding his boner ever!

Great shot too bad it ain't me, look at those feet! Big feet big dick?

Well since I was the “STAR of the pool” why not give them a show. I know, please just go with me on this okay. I made a big thing outta trying to hide my boner by using both hands to cover myself, but I made sure they knew I was just clowning around with them. And then I turned to face the house only to hear someone call out a “Booo.” Okay, they are having a lotta fun with this and making it easy for me to deal with it. Anyway, I caused this to happen all by myself, so I better handle it myself too. I immediately thought about

I do love a smooth ass!

Joe and his little dick swinging show he gave us one day and thought, go for it dude, they seem to want it. I know I’ll have to deal with Marcus soon enough anyway. Well, Joe has the equipment to pull off the big swing thing, I don’t. Besides, my boner points to the sky not down to the ground, so swinging it like Joe ain’t gonna happen. Ya gotta work with what you got sometimes. I got it to swing back and forth for them only it looked like that thing that keeps the beat for musicians, what’s it called, a “metronome” I think. I did it and I don’t even want to look over to Marcus anymore because, well because, he’s probably having a shitfit over my fucking around with the guys. I finally got over to the deck to dive and I heard lots of “Ten’s” from them, and I haven’t even dived in yet!

When I hit the water I decided to swim over to them totally underwater and pop up right in front of Marcus. I figured I’d recognize his dick underwater, seen it that way plenty of times by now. Then I thought I better not screw up on that because I don’t want to think about the conversation I was about to have with him later if I was wrong. Anyway, I was more than sure I had the right dick even though it was a little “chubbier” than normal, and I used it as a handle to get up out of the water. I bet he didn’t think that I’d do that to him right in front of the guys, but I did, and I’d do it again because it was fun being sexy that day. Well I wasn’t done being sexy, I didn’t get any complaints from my sweetheart, so I reached around his body and grabbed an ass cheek of his in each hand and gave him a long hard kiss, you know the kind you do together alone. I was so happy he wasn’t mad at me, maybe being with the other guys he was holding off. After the kiss I whispered in his ear that I bet he was “too chicken” to give himself a boner to match mine. Hey, I’m fucking horny now, what did you expect from me. I hoped he wouldn’t chicken out on me, gotta come back and check it myself. 

Uncle Ponytail is still cool with naked pictures.

I guess I’m giving you an idea of what I’m like when I’m horny, besides I have a naked Marcus close by. Anyway from what I could tell, no one looked upset with me at all. I think I was the only guy upset with me. As I left Marc to decide what to do with that dick getting a little chubby on him, I was swim walking by my new “uncles” with their arms holding themselves close together, I had my focus on Pops and wasn’t looking at them when one said to me, “Great dives Larry, really nice!” (Uncle ponytail was still cool about being in naked photos, Uncle tattoos not so much anymore. Too bad he's in great shape for his age!) I turned to them and said thanks guys, and then looking back at Marcus I told them, “I love that man so fucking much!“ I wanted everyone including Marc to hear me say that and hoped to catch him with his dick in his hand. What do you think I saw, come on you gotta know. But I wasn’t done by a long shot yet, I kept swim walking over to where Pops was standing all by himself. I reached both of my hands out and put them on each side of his head so I could pull him up close to me and then I kissed him hard right on the mouth, like I

Great body for almost 80 Uncle Tattoo!

meant it too! He probably was shocked outta his skull, but he didn’t fight me off either, but he did say, “What was that for?” I moved my head over to his ear away from the others and said, “Because you kept giving me the best fucking score every time, I can recognize your voice you know.” As I moved away from him a little bit I said, “Come on race me over to the fucking deep end. I’ll help you with a one-minute handicap.” He said loud enough so the guys could hear him, “I don’t need a fucking handicap son, so get your ass to swimming. I’ll be the one giving you a one-minute handicap.”

I planned on letting him win but just by a nose because I like to win. Well that was a bust; he gave me a race that showed me up! The only lame excuse I have now is my biceps aren’t built for swimming races; Marcus has the real arm muscles for that. Anyway, when I met him at the deep end I told him, “Dad, great race! You’re a fucking stud!” And he said, “You bet your fucking ass son, and don’t forget it too!” Right after he said that I got those weird goosebumps. Two things flashed by my mind, I used the F bomb a few times without thinking to him, but then he did too, and then I called him “Dad” not “Pops” like I do normally. I figured this was a good time to kinda apologize for my language in front of him, at least outta respect for him anyway. Oh ya, kinda got a boner in front of everyone, that’s gonna be awkward to explain away too.

I just blurted out that I was sorry if letting loose with the F-bomb with him was offensive, I was kinda on a roll and not thinking at the time. He asked me what made me think that the word “fuck” would be so offensive to him or any other man around here. I said it was a word I use maybe too much myself, but maybe it’s not right to use it in front of a parent. He told me to forget it because now he won’t worry about letting loose with a few himself in front of me. And then said, “Parent huh, that sounds nice.”

I figured since I was on a roll explaining myself, maybe I should clear the boner I never thought would happen in a zillion years that way. And thanks goes to old Marcus for pointing it out to me, I think he made it happen even faster. I gotta blame somebody right? Hahah. It couldn’t have anything to do with little old me farting around and giving them a show to never forget. Anyhow, Pops attitude about my F-bombs gave me courage to kinda apologize about the boner show I gave everyone. I didn’t have a fucking clue on how to do that except for just coming out and saying, I never expected what I was doing would give me a boner and I didn’t know what to do except to laugh it off and hope everyone would forget it happened to me. Got to love Pops, I’m just saying it again, he set me straight on that too.

Pops asked me if I even looked over to everyone watching me, including him, because we were having a lot of fun watching you. Then he said, “Guess who said “boo” when you turned around from us.” I told him I didn’t recognize the voice at all; besides I was having a major panic moment myself at the time. Pops said maybe he shouldn’t tell me and let me guess. I didn’t want to relive the moment at that time, so I didn’t guess, but I did wonder since he brought it up to me. Anyhow, he wasn’t done with that subject yet. He told me that he knew two men that certainly will not need the little blue pill tonight after my performance. I said, “Little blue pills?” Okay, I’m not stupid I know what the blue pills can do, but not when he said it; I was still embarrassed that I even had to bring up the subject at the time with him. I just wanted to know that I could face the men again and not be so embarrassed about what happened.

The only picture I have of Pops right now

Pops said, “Come here closer to me you big lug.” And then gave me a big hug again and said, “I love that you think of me as your parent, that’s a great honor you put on me! So know that will cover any “F-bombs” or any of your big “boners” that will show up on you!” I bet you think I took that as a “get outta jail free thing” and get back to swimming again. Nah, not before I asked him if sometimes if I could call him “Dad” because I never got to say that before. He told me of course I could, as long as he could call me “son” anytime he wanted to. You know my voice got kinda lost after hearing that from him and my vision was getting too blurry and it’s not from the pool chemicals, I just shook my head yes and I tried to get outta my mouth a “I love you dad!” I hope he could read my lips because I think I only heard it in my head. He had to know how much I loved him as I gave him a big smile and swam back to the other men. My heart keeps getting so full every time I get to talk to him like that, I could fucking cry he makes me so happy. Sometimes I wonder if other men get to feel that way about their fathers, for me I hope it’s always gonna be that way for us.

I was about half way to the other men when I just turned around and headed back to Pops still in the deep end probably thinking about everything we just said to each other. When I got to him I said, “Pops, please don’t ever leave us, live here with us forever, I don’t want you to go live anywhere but here with us.” I didn’t wait to hear one word or sign from him, I just turned around and continued on my swim to the other guys. I couldn’t handle anything but a yes from him right then. I know it’s asking a lot from him, but we’d give him all the room he might want here and the two sons who would always love him so much.

I’m going to stop writing about this for now, it’s upsetting me thinking about it not happening for us. Maybe the next chapter I’ll get to write there will be something firm to tell you. Anyhow, there’s more stuff to talk about yet, so I better get to it.

DINNER OUT ON THE PATIO

Pops and his friends had gone shopping at the grocery store earlier and brought home some meat they wanted to make for our dinner. Marc figured no more telling them it’s not necessary to do that, let them do whatever they want for us. Anyhow, earlier in the day they asked if they could use the barbecue grill to make dinner. Sure they could but I’m really great on the grill, just ask Marcus. And then they said they bought chicken to BBQ tonight, oh no, I don’t do chicken, just ask Marcus about that, I can kill chicken really dead and crispy on the grill. I’m afraid of raw chicken because Ellen drilled into my brain long ago, no medium rare chicken allowed! Marcus can BBQ chicken way better than me. So my “BIG STAR” got to be a “little star” finally but that’s okay, it’s about time Marcus gets his star to shine around here today.

We didn’t have to do shit for dinner, they did it all, except when it came time to grill the chicken. I made sure everyone had something to drink. Because I’m a “beer-a-holic” doesn’t mean I don’t know how to mix a mean drink for the guys. I took their orders and thankfully no one asked for a Manhattan because that’s Pops drink to make. Actually, everyone wanted some of Marc’s merlot wine, that was too easy. Everyone was seated in the patio and talking by the time I came back with the wine. I asked what they were talking about, and they all said together, nothing much. Ya right, nothing much huh. I’ll get it outta Marcus tonight one way or the other. Just in case I forget to tell you what Marc told me later, just remember my little show I put on for them. I didn’t need to know much more, nothing like a little time to pass to get all embarrassed about what I did out there. That’ll teach me, maybe, or maybe not, we’ll see.

How do you like the after NOOM Marcus?

Marcus was a pro again that night on the grill, at least with chicken, I’m the steak and ribs guy around here. The men really tried to impress us with their skills and appreciation for staying with us. I think we could have fed the neighborhood with the amount of food. Poor Marc thinking about watching his weight and not making it a subject. Man if we didn’t try something they made for us, they made sure we would. I’m not worried about myself, I don’t gain weight easily, but not my Sweetbabes. I think I was more worried about him than he was. But he did good, a little taste of the stuff not good for him and he drank a ton of water. Good thinking buddy! I can’t even remember all the different things they made right now, but everything tasted great. I had to unbutton my pants that night. Well I wasn’t the only one, all except Marcus, his pants stayed buttoned, that’s my sweetheart. He so wants to prove he can look like me, I understand how it must feel to work so hard. It took years to gain the bulk I have now, I was so fucking skinny. Take a look at how great Marc looks now after the NOOM weight loss program. Now that’s fucking sexy to me!

Anyhow, the weather was really great the whole day and night, no smoke in the air at all, and it was warm enough at night too. It was dark enough after dinner for the solar lights to turn on in the backyard. Marc did a great job lighting the landscape and pool area, and the guys were really impressed by what they saw, and they let him know it too. We had the pool lights on that night because there were no insects bugging us anywhere outside. I had a flash back memory about those nights I came over for a “swim” with Marcus behind our wives backs, and how we never turn on the pool lights so we wouldn’t get caught. Too bad it had to be that way because it’s so beautiful with the pool lights on, especially around the waterfall area too.

I was wondering how long we should stay outside with them; they might like some “old guy time” themselves. I’m sorry for saying it that way if it offends anyone reading. I know we love our “middle-aged time” ourselves, hope that helps a bit. Well it wasn’t Marcus or me that answered that for us. One of the “uncles” thought that maybe us young studs would like some alone time away from them. And then told us, “Don’t worry about anything, we’ll clean everything up before you get up in the morning.” What could we say other than, “Thanks guys!” And we went off through the patio French doors to our bedroom for the night.

AFTER THE BEDROOM DOOR WAS CLOSED

I wasn’t afraid anymore after all the talking we did out in the pool. I didn’t want Marc to be upset with me, I had no idea that I’d get a boner parading around for the guys because if I did, I wouldn’t have done anything like that. Well he had some things to say about it but not what I thought. Sorry Sweetbabes, don’t be embarrassed with what I’m gonna write here, because you shouldn’t. He wanted to know how I felt once I knew I had a raging hard-on in front of the guys. He said, he didn’t think he could handle it himself like I did or think about clowning around and not covering it up.

I told him that was the easy part especially since it wasn’t going any where soon on it’s own. I was doing everything just for him and forgot about the other guys, especially Pops, that scared me the most. I still can’t imagine sporting a big-ass boner in front of him! Wow that was so stupid! Marc said he knew I was doing it for him because it wasn’t a new routine, that I often did that for him when we were alone out in the backyard. Really, I wasn’t even original huh. Nope, not according to Marcus. I asked him what he thought the other guys were thinking about me. He said that was an easy question, just remember what I’m built like and then make me all naked with a big boner, and then ask me that question again. Okay I didn’t need to hear that at all! What a fucking show-off moron I was! Maybe I was the “Magic Mike” for the day.

I admitted to Marc that every ass wiggle I did was for him, I was thinking about how much I wanted him in me, and I still do, maybe even more now that I know how he feels. Well the guys wanted us to have some alone time, let’s not waste one minute of it! I have no plans on leaving our room until brunch time tomorrow!

UPDATES: STUFF THAT I BETTER LEAVE FOR MARCUS TO WRITE ABOUT OR ELSE!

I’m gonna struggle to just give you a little sneak peek at what Marc might want to write about. 

Pops and Sarah, are they a real couple, like lovers?

If you don’t want me to spoil it for you, look the other way. No they are not. Awesomeness. and you should know why!

How are our Divorces moving along?

Not going fast enough, we may not get married this year if we don’t solve a couple of problems that keep coming from next door!! Grrrr!!!

Will the two of us get a romantic trip away from the house soon?

Oh fucking YES you can bet your ass we are! And not fucking soon enough for me! Not that we are having a problem with the house guests because we are not at all. I just want Marc to act like my husband in public, I am not facing the same problems he’s dealing with. I started wearing the ring he gave me now; I took off my old wedding ring and put it away. I can’t wait to walk holding hands or have his arm around my waist in public. And one more thing I’m thinking about, I might take his last name once we are married. I don’t know if Janssen is my real name or one they gave me when I was a kid. Al hasn’t used he real last name here, but it is Italian and you gotta know how I am about Italians by now. I’ve been thinking about my son, he uses Janssen, and he might not like me changing my name. Well we have time to talk about it. Maybe some of you guys who like me enough to write me can give me some ideas to think about.

Okay, I think Marcus has more than enough to write about, I hope. As far as I’m concerned we are in this together, what affects him, affects me too. I love sharing everything with him especially the guys I wrote about this time. What do you think about my pool side show, would you cheer or boo what I did. Remember, I can act very silly sometimes.

Love all you guys, even the ones that don’t write me; you should you know! Really. Bye,

M. Larry

In case you wonder how to write me: 

itslarrybro@gmail.com

Here is the next chapter link to Marc's story:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2022/11/ch-87-more-naked-pool-time-stories.html#more