Larry's 27th Post: Our Big Date Night

Hi guys, it’s me, Larry this time.

I don’t have a lot of news, but I’ve got a couple of things I can talk about for you. Like after Pops birthday that Marc wrote about, I’ve got something you don’t know about yet. And Marc and me had a real date night for once! Ya, after all these years we actually called it a “date night.” Anyhow, I’ll tell you all about that. That’s all I’ve got in mind for now, but I know my brain better than that; something else will pop up later.

I gotta tell you about Pops and me first because, well just because, I don’t have a reason I can think of yet. Anyhow, it happened the next day after his birthday and I think it was super cool and I think maybe you will too. I hope I can tell the story like it happened.

I guess I should say that I was in what I call “Lisa’s Garden room” off our bedroom that morning. I still call it Lisa’s room but it’s mine now, I guess. Maybe you remember something we wrote about that outdoor room before. It was where Lisa liked to meditate and do yoga and a little gardening just for herself. The room is only connected to our bedroom, and you can’t get into it from outside because it has high walls on three sides. She made it all purple and pink and I thought that maybe I’d change the paint colors one day, but you know it’s really calming out there and I don’t mind the colors at all now. I thought they were kinda girly but that don’t matter anymore.

I go out there lots of times now that the weather is not so bad, and I put the flowerpots back out from under the roof cover so they can get some sun and rain. The cold hasn’t been too kind to some of the plants so I’m planting new flowering plants a little at a time. I’m not a gardener at all so I take my time and watch to see if they will die or live. It’s fun and it’s my alone time, I need that sometimes. Anyway, Marc needs his alone time too, I think that’s okay for us but don’t think we don’t like our time together though.

I guess that sets it up for you, other than I already got myself some coffee and Marcus told me he was gonna be writing his chapter in the office for quite a while. That was the chapter he posted last. I know how hard it is to take the time away to write so I told him to have fun and I’ll go do some gardening in Lisa’s room. Pops was still in his room, so I figured we’ll see him soon enough anyway. Somehow, I like having breakfast with someone than all by myself, I just grabbed some cookies from the pantry to go with my coffee and think about eating later and then headed to our bedroom. 

I remember having my back to the outside garden door and just plucking the damn weeds growing in the pots. I heard a voice call out to me; I thought it was just Marc, but it was Pops. That’s the first time I think he’s been in our room, at least when I was there. Kinda made me wonder how bad the room looked after all we are a couple of guys, well, Marc is not into picking up his clothes as often as I do. I don’t know how I got to be such a clean nut, but I like the bed to be made and even though we tend to drop our clothes wherever we take them off, I usually pick them up and put them in the hamper in the bathroom. Actually, the room was kinda clean looking. Anyhow, Pops never said anything about the room.

When I turned around and saw it was Pops, somehow I just said, “Hi dad.” And then I said, “Sorry I meant Pops, kinda got carried away I guess.” Pops was really cool and said I had nothing to apologize for at all, that he loved the way it sounded being called dad. I still was a little embarrassed though, it’s the way I think about him, and it just slipped out. I’m kinda glad it did because now I know he’s okay with that word. I thanked him and told him that I always think if I had a dad, he would be just like him. 

Pops told me that Marcus told him that it was my idea for his birthday and that he went along with the plan. He told me that he wanted to thank me personally for the best birthday he ever had, like ever. Imagine that at 83-years-old now and it was the best ever! Well, I didn’t really believe that since, you know, he’s such an important guy and all. But I liked hearing it though. I told him that I didn’t know what we could give him that he couldn’t get himself, so I thought we should give him ourselves instead. He told me that he didn’t get a year older yesterday, he got 30 years younger. Wow, I didn’t expect that though. I’m happy that he felt that way. I kinda had a hard time getting the words out but I did tell him I was happy he felt that way, and that we don’t think of him as an older guy at all, he’s a cool dude as far as I’m concerned.

Anyway, I noticed that he still had on the jeans and polo shirt we gave him to wear, so I asked him if he ever went to bed last night. He laughed and told me of course he did, but he loved wearing the clothes we bought him. He told me he was going “con something or other" too. I said, “You mean commando?” And he said, “Yes, that’s what you called it, and I loved how it made me feel, so guess what, I’m that way again.” We both had a good laugh at that, I don’t remember ever saying anything back to him about it though. Pops asked me if I’d take him shopping for some more shirts like the one he had on and maybe a few more jeans too. I had to tell him that shopping is really a Marcus thing, maybe I could ask him to join us. Pops said, “No, please don’t, I want to do it with you. Just a one-on-one with you.” And then he said, “If I had children, I’m sure we would do family stuff all the time, but there should be one-on-one stuff with each kid.” 

Wow, I’m this close to losing it with him, but I held the tears back the best I could. I told him I’d love to have a day shopping for clothes with him more than anything else. I was thinking Marc would understand and not get jealous at all. At least I hoped so. I guess you know by now that I can be a little silly when I feel comfortable enough to do it; I guess I was comfortable, so I asked him, “You gonna try on jeans for size going commando or what?” One thing about Pops, he can be just as silly around me, he said, “Why not! Sounds sexy enough to me.” And then I asked him to show me his ankles to see if he was wearing socks or not. It was not. Gotta love this guy. He told me that he has the right shoes for that now, thanks to us.

I asked him when he’d like to go shopping, and he said whenever you want to. I told him to let me finish my project and get dressed for going out, maybe around lunchtime if that was cool for him. He said, “That’s cool.” And then he told me that he’s never been back here in our room before. I had a hard time believing that, since he bought the house so long ago, maybe he forgot. Nope, he told me it was the great room that he wanted for entertainment, but he knew there were many bedrooms and a good-sized kitchen needed for the parties. I said, “So you never saw any of the rooms huh?” And he told me he saw what he wanted to know about, and he knew he didn’t want to live in the place himself. I thought about a few things when I heard that, but kept them to myself, I’m not that stupid you know. I asked him if he’d like to see the whole suite, but please forgive us for being a couple of guys doing the cleaning. Ya, he wanted to look around, and then I thought, the bathroom is gonna blow his fucking mind once he sees it. You know, he’s family now, he should be able to handle imagining what goes on in there, not that I’m gonna tell him anything. Once I opened the bathroom door, his mouth kinda dropped open, not kinda, it did drop open. Like he couldn’t figure out what to talk about first, so he talked about the double vanities and sinks and Lisa’s big soaking tub and then the only real male thing in there, the glass brick shower area.

Old Picture showing shower heads.

He walked right inside and noticed the dry area and the wet area, and said, “This is like a human car wash, for crying out loud! A little over-kill huh?” (Please don't think Marc was in the shower, this is only a picture we used once before.) I told him we can control what turns on and what to not turn on the hard way.” That got his attention, and I told him about the ball killer shower head that I fixed. I pointed out the one that I fixed after I had to see if Marc was telling the truth about it. I told him the real problem was figuring out how to point the shower heads, especially the one pointed at your balls. Pops laughed with me, but I could see he wasn’t buying any of this story. I didn’t want to get carried away about it and said maybe the last owner was over seven feet tall and it missed his balls and laughed it off. Anyhow, I told him to look up to the ceiling to the rain shower. He said, “I bet that’s the best shower head in here.” I told him it certainly was. 

I told Pops that Marc told me Lisa never used the shower area at all, just soaked in her tub, and since Marc didn’t like the way the shower hit his body, he used the shower in the office where his clothes were anyway. He asked me if Marcus uses it now that I fixed it. I told him, “Abso-fucking-lutely,” we use it together all the time. He just smiled back at me; I know what he’s thinking about big time now. Anyway, he just said, “I wonder what they were thinking when they built the bathroom.” I wanted to tell him, they were thinking about Marc and me, that’s what. Anyhow, I did say that so we could get another laugh in before we left the room, and we did. I laughed so hard I farted and didn’t apologize for it too. That’s what guys do, right? Hahah. I bet he is imagining a lot more about us now after the bathroom tour. I’m done hiding stuff about me; anyhow he’s gotta know by now that great sex could never be a stranger in a room like this. 

Anyhow, that’s what happened the next morning after Pops birthday. We did go out shopping at the Roseville Mall not much later. We had lunch together at the Food Court which wasn’t that good, but what do you expect at a Food Court anyway? We found some shirts at JCPenney's that he liked and some black jeans. He was looking at some really faded washed jeans, but I told him that I wouldn’t wear anything like that, too kid-like for me. Anyway, he put them down and went for the darker ones. But I did tell him if he wanted to buy some and wear them around the house and yard, that would be cool. He still didn’t buy them because I said I wouldn’t wear them myself. I wonder if I made a mistake on that, it’s easy to just think of him as this big business man who always wears a suit and tie even when he doesn’t need to do that. Anyhow, at least I got him to think differently on his birthday. Don’t think I forgot how easy it was to get him to let it all hang out with us in the pool last year; that ought to prove that he’s pretty okay with getting casual around us. Naked is casual, right? Hahah. 

A REAL DATE NIGHT FINALLY!

Guess what? Just checking to see if you read the headings, hahah. Yup, a real date night out, I mean, we go out lots of times, but nothing like this one. Okay, the four of us, you know with our wives, went out more times than I can remember since moving up here, but this was just me and Marc. And we got all dressed up in suits and ties, I bet you think that was Marc’s idea, nope, it was mine. Go figure huh?

I should go back in time and let you know why we did that I guess. We will have our fourth anniversary together coming up in March, I can’t believe how quickly that’s getting here. But you might wonder why the date night before March. Why not? Maybe we need a practice night first, hahah. Maybe I just wanted a night out with Marcus all to myself and all fancy-like too. You know I only have one dress-up suit to wear, not like Mr. Businessman Marc’s collection to choose from. Well he has a reason for that, I only have my wife Ellen for mine. She made sure I looked good when we went to her business parties, only I can’t wear clothes off-the-rack like Marc can. I had to have my suit tailored to fit my body better.

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The only other fancy clothes I own is my tux we bought for Lisa’s promotion party here at the house. Nah, that’s for when we get married, not a date night. Anyhow, we got compliments from Pops and a wish that we have a great time out that night. He understood why he wasn’t invited, we go out often with him, but this time it was just us. Sometimes I forget how good Marc looks in a suit, I like him naked better, but you know, the suit makes him the man. Speaking about naked, or going commando that night, ya, not gonna happen in my suit the way it fits me. I can’t even wear my sexy silk boxers, just briefs or you can see if I’m cut or not, I mean it too. Ever since Marc got into my head about going commando, I never had a problem with how my suit looked on me. One look in the mirror and I had a new problem, hahah. Not that Marc had a problem seeing me like that, well I hope he stays that way! And ya, I know I look pretty good or sexy in a fitted suit now. I never thought that way before living with Marc though. You know my wife Ellen never made me feel sexy around her, well if she thought I was, she didn’t think it was important enough to tell me that. Anyhow, it is kinda important because with Marc, he makes me feel all sexy and hot all the time. Or is it all hot and sexy. There’s a difference, right? I think one means I’m sweating, which I’m not, it’s Winter, hahah. 

Anyhow, I want to talk about Marcus and his white dress shirt right now. Well mainly because I’m gonna pat myself on the back for helping him big time. When we stopped fooling around with each other and were dressing to go out, I was looking at Marc buttoning up his shirt and I was thinking, no way you’re going out looking like that dude. I grabbed his arm and took him into the bathroom to see himself in the mirror. I told him to shoosh, I wanted him to see something. He looked and asked what he should see. I told him, “You don’t see anything wrong, really?” He actually told me he didn’t know what I was talking about; I showed him without saying anything. I got behind him and pulled a whole bunch of his shirt until it actually fit him. I mean he still has 2X dress shirts and he’s probably just a Large size now. Marc got it finally and said, “A little too loose, huh?”  Loose, my ass, it was a tent on him. I finally got it though, he really does see a heavy guy when he looks in the mirror, not what he looks like now. I told him to take off the tent and try on one of my shirts. Ya, I know, you think I don’t have any. I do have a couple that I never wear. Anyway, Marc put it on, and it fit his body better than anything he ever had before. 

Marcus and his sexy pecs.

He wanted to take it off and find something else that was a lot looser fitting. I asked him to trust me and if he sat down on the bed with it all buttoned up and the buttons looked like they were gonna bust open, I’d agree with him. I know he couldn’t wait to prove me wrong, but he couldn’t; he doesn’t have that kind of belly anymore. He just sat there looking down and didn’t say anything for a while. I asked him, “What’s wrong Sweetbabes?” He just shook his head like nothing’s wrong, but he had a tear coming down his cheek. I sat beside him and wiped the tear away with my finger and just put my arm around him for a while. I’m learning every day, in so many ways, how important it was for him to feel better about his appearance. My shirt was more than something to wear, it kinda proved everything he’s been doing to watch what he eats and when he eats, is paying off. I know the tear was a happy tear, but I don’t want our date night to start with a tear, no matter how happy it was. I told him to get his ass off the bed and stand up I want to see something. Like a good boy, he did, and I unbuttoned the top three buttons, and then one more, fixed the open collar a little better to show off his hairy pecs and big shoulders better, and then I dragged him back into the bathroom to show him what I was seeing. I told him, “Now, that is fucking sexy! And you better never go out looking like that without me!” I got the biggest and bestest hug ever, and a kiss that would start something we will need to hold off for a while or there would be no date night out! I’m fucking serious about that too! (I found this picture we used before to show how Marc has lost weight, it should give you a good idea of what he looks like now.)

Our date night driver picked us up.

Pops wasn’t totally outta the picture though, not that he was coming along, he’s batching it at home, but he thought we should have a driver for the night, and he called the driver he’s had for years to come pick us up and take us back home later. That way we could sit in the back seat and not deal with the drive to Sacramento. You know what, I liked the idea, Pops is a romantic at heart. And it’s so cool that he thinks about us all the time. Anyhow, that’s how we got ourselves downtown Sacramento for our date. We went to a really nice Italian restaurant that I’ve been to before with Marc and Pops, but Marc has a history of going there on business just like Pops. I think they have a picture of the two of them in the kitchen so they can recognize them, hahah. The restaurant is near the Capital Building downtown and the food is sooo good too. Marc got recognized as soon as we entered the place, but we did have reservations anyway. We got a really nice table, but I bet if we weren’t dressed as nice as we were, maybe the table might not be as nice. IDK, maybe it’s just the world I come from that I’d say that. 

The Italian restaurant downtown.

The waiter we had for the night welcomed Marc by his last name and said it was nice to see him again and wondered if he could bring him a bottle of his favorite Merlot wine to the table for us. Marc told him thanks for remembering but not tonight we will be having something else to drink from the bar. Our waiter said he’d be right back to tell us about the evening choices. That was good because I kinda wanted to just sit down and talk for a while; not like we didn’t talk in the limo all the way there anyway. Somehow I wanted to feel like a real couple out together, but we probably looked like a couple of business guys talking shop. Maybe Marc could have a cocktail and I’ll have my usual. If we just start eating it will be over before we know it. I wanted to just be out with him and feel like, you know, that we are a married couple. I know it’s the wrong place to feel like that, especially downtown Sacramento, but I can dream, right? Anyhow, that’s what we did, and for a long time and it made me damn happy too. Marcus had some Crown Royal with a float of Grand Mariner over the rocks. Not my kind of drink, but it sure is his. I had some San Pellegrino water instead of club soda, had to bring the class up a bit for the night, hahah. (The picture I put here is not from us, it’s from their Website. I didn’t want to take out my iPhone and spoil the night taking pictures. I hope it’s okay with you.)

 

I wish I could tell you the stuff we talked about, but it wouldn’t make a lot of sense to you, we just got back to being our old selves, joking around and laughing, not loud though. This is a classy place. I love being the guy I am with Marc, I do really. He makes me feel so relaxed, and I don’t need to feel like I’m acting, it’s just me and he is just him. That night was like the first time we got to meet each other and found out we liked each other so much. I hope by saying that you don’t think we have a problem at home or how we love each other because we don’t have any problems. It’s just that we are so ourselves at home, but when we go out it’s like we can’t let the world know we are in love with each other. Especially downtown, but I still wanted to see how we would handle it. Well it wasn’t very long that we got the chance to find out.

Our waiter finally came back to our table, but it wasn’t for the order, he was carrying a bottle of wine and two long-stemmed wine glasses. It happened to be the Merlot he loves too. But I remember him telling the waiter that we were skipping the wine that night.  Before we could say anything, he told us the wine was a gift from the party across the room and he pointed out the table to us. Seeing the group of people at the table kinda reminded me of the times that all four of us would go out for dinner in the past. There were two couples there and one of the men was waving at us from the table. After he got our attention, he got up to come visit us at our table. Great, I shoulda figured out something like this would happen if we went downtown. Anyhow, we both got up from our chairs to greet him standing up instead of staying in our seats. As he was walking over to us, Marc told me his name was James, but he likes to be called JD, and that he and his wife were at our house for Lisa’s promotion party, don’t worry he’s a cool guy.

JD reached out to shake both of our hands and said hi to Al and then told me that he certainly remembered seeing me at Lisa’s party and then tried to recall my name. He said, “You’re Mike, or Matt, right?” I said, “Close, it’s Mark.” He said he was sorry, that he’s horrible with names, but at least he had the first letter right. I told him I wasn’t much better myself with names. I was hoping that he was just trying to be nice saying he remembered me, but it came out as, “certainly remembered me”. You cannot believe how many different things went scrambling through my brain when I heard that! I kinda flashed on Lisa’s party for a second trying to remember something that I might have done or said, and then I remembered the battle-axe lady calling me everything under the sun for breaking up my marriage or whatever she thought was going on with us; and then there was the bleached blonde guy that called me over to join him with some guys at the bar. It didn’t take me long to think the dude was trying to get into my pants and it was beginning to piss me off because I didn’t know what the right thing was to do. Enter “My Hero” Marcus, as he came over to rescue me after he saw the dude with his hand on my bicep. Anyhow, those were the things that came to mind right away, and I also noticed that he hardly looked at Marcus when he was talking to us. I felt his eyes on me as he was coming over to meet us, like what’s he thinking about us. Anyway, I lied and said of course I remembered him too. Just being polite, I have no memory of him at all, anyhow there were a ton of people at the party anyway.

Anyhow, JD asked us where our better half’s were, because the table was certainly set for two. Marc told him that we were out on a date without them. I sure hoped my gulp wasn’t too loud, I didn’t expect that outta him for sure. And then he told him the better half’s were out on their own dates themselves. I could see the guy wasn’t sure if he was being told the truth but said, maybe he should give it a try himself one day. Somehow, the guy wasn’t getting the clue we were really on a date and please return to his own table now. Poor Marcus had to answer a lot of questions about retirement and dealing with how Lisa is handling her new position and him not working. You know what, Marcus was awesome, he answered the questions and got back to saying we were on a date away from the wives. That finally got him to return to his table, but not before saying all four of us should get together with them for a nice night out sometime soon. Hahah, ya that ain’t gonna happen any day soon! Someday people will havta know there’s no more wives, just us husbands. It’s a little scary thinking about how we will let people know that. Maybe we shouldn’t think so hard and let it happen. I don’t want it to scare me off from doing it.

When we both sat down because JD said we should, I felt Marc’s left leg shaking pretty bad. He didn’t need this, fuck, we both didn’t need this, but you know what, we got through it, and he did tell him we were on a date, even if the guy didn’t understand what that meant. I hardly know anyone in Marc’s circle, other than a few that stood out at one of the parties I attended with Ellen.  Marc knows a lot of people and if he doesn’t know them all personally, they certainly know him. It’s just a part of being who he was in business. Not for me though, my work world was way different than his. At least I’m a lot more comfortable when I’m around his people now, unless they expect me to get into their business conversations, that’s when I find a need to go pee, hahah.

After JD was gone, Marc said it was the tuxedos that made us stand out in the crowd, who wouldn’t have noticed us. Nice try Sweetbabes, but almost all the men were wearing tuxedos, Lisa wanted a formal night.

When our waiter came back with information about the dinner selections, he did ask us if we’d like him to uncork the wine since it was just sitting there. Marc told him that we appreciated the gift, but would he look for a suitable couple celebrating something together and regift them the wine. Our waiter thought Marc was being very generous, but I think it was more of not wanting to be seen carrying out a doggie bag filled with a bottle of wine, just not the image he has in mind for us. I don’t know though if it was a bottle of San Pellegrino water I’d take it. Besides that wouldn’t be such a good gift anyway.

When it came to dinner I think Marc forgot about his NOOM diet, he wanted me to try some pesto gnocchi in addition to our small filet mignon for dinner. (Yup, he picked what we were gonna eat. Cool.) That’s like two different meals, but we did it anyway, I guess I’ll see Marc in the weight room a lot more this week, hahah. Anyhow, since it was an Italian restaurant they had fancy names for the food, so I hope you don’t expect me to remember what they named them in Italian. Marc didn’t have a problem letting me know what we were ordering, I bet he’ll remember what they called them. I like Italian food so they can call it anything they want, and this place has great food.

Shared Tiramisu dessert.

We even had dessert, not exactly right, I had dessert. Tiramisu and he had a bite of mine. He remembered his diet finally. He’s serious about watching what he eats, and the gnocchi might not be the best food to order, so he left some on the plate, but he finished his steak. And no, he didn’t ask me if I wanted to finish the rest of his gnocchi, which I liked a lot! I would have if we were at home though. I know when not to cross the line.

We had some coffee to go with my dessert and talked for a while longer. You know, thinking about it now, it wasn’t very long after JD left our table that Marc settled into our date and I really think he tuned out the crowd and just was with me, his husband to be. We are gonna make this work for us. When we were having our second cop of coffee, Marc called the driver to pick us up. I don’t know what he was doing while we were in the restaurant, but it wasn’t long before our car was ready for us. When we got in, we told him to take the longest way home possible. He did too. Fortunately, it was dark in the rear of the limo and we kinda made out because we could. Well, not like we do in bed, but you know, made out, it was even more fun once our zippers were no longer a problem, or those briefs of mine without a fly. Bad choice! I had an easier time though; Marc skipped the boxers.

When we finally arrived back home, we entered the house the normal way for us, through the garage. The family room is the first room we head for, and we found Pops watching TV waiting up for us. Just like a parent would wait up for their teenager. He asked us if we would do it again, not even if we liked it. I guess our answer would let him know if we liked it anyway. You bet we loved it and I let him know by saying, “Goodnight Pops, we have some unfinished business to get to.” I laughed so he would know it’s nothing bad, and I looked at Marc and he put his hands up in the air, like what could he do but follow directions. They were both cool with my decision, but I told Pops I’d tell him everything in the morning over coffee. Pops laughed and said, “Everything?! You can keep some of it to yourselves you know.” I told him, “No, every little fucking detail, even on the way home too.” That’s when Marc finally said something, “No, nothing about the way home, off limits.” And then he laughed as he said, “Not everything,” I let Pops read my lips as I mouthed, everything! And I smiled big time but told him I wanted my hug goodnight before we left the room. Of course we got the hug and kisses, and Pops whispered in my ear, “I’m glad you guys had a good time, you should do it more often.” I thought to myself, sure especially if it’s in a limo! That was over the top cool.

We walked down the hallway to our room with arms around each other’s backs. But once the double doors were closed behind us, I was the first to start stripping the clothes off of Marc. Well, he wasn’t wasting any time on my clothes himself. I almost hated seeing my suit land on the floor, like I said, almost hated. I hope it doesn’t get too wrinkled. You know we weren’t in the bed yet and I had a dick in my hand, and it wasn’t mine too. I think the last time I was that horny was when we started messing around almost four years ago. The best part, it was almost a contest seeing who was the horniest, way cool. I know one thing for damn sure, it was never like this with Ellen, and it damn sure wasn’t like this for him and Lisa. Having some condoms in each bed-side table, certainly paid off that night. No time to get ready for each other. I don’t think we gave a shit about sleep that night, if it happens, it happens. I think when we did doze off we can call them little “cat naps.” And back to business again. I think I remember my dick hurting once during the night, hahah.

I know we don’t always write as often about our sex lives as Marc did years ago when he started the blog; please don’t think we have any problems in the bedroom, because we don’t. But the date night just gave us something to build on, and then getting caught being ourselves kinda helped. Oh ya, the long dark way home in the back of the limo, priceless! 

I can tell ya for sure, that we both entered the shower room to get clean the next morning, no funny business; we had to give our dicks some recovery time! (Yay, funny business though!) I also figured if we didn’t hit the kitchen soon, Pop might send a search party out for us! Oh ya, in case you wondered, I didn’t lie to Pops, I told him everything he wanted to know about dinner and some stuff about the ride home too. You know, I still sleep in the same bed with Marcus, I did PG’d the back of the limo stuff up a lot for Pops. I think he has a good idea what I left out of the story anyway. Like he doesn’t know what could happen in the dark back seat of a limo anyway, even I could figure that out myself. Anyhow, I think that about covers our date night out, if I missed something, Marcus can write about it if he wants to.

MY TALK WITH LISA

You know they say if you watch a pot waiting to boil, it never boils. That’s what it’s been like waiting on the wives to get their act together. I guess that’s more Ellen I’m talking about. I know she is scared about the future, and maybe she might want us to work it out. I think it’s way passed that date for us, we coulda done something years ago if it was important. I guess she was into Lisa but not sure if it would end one day. I could say the same about Marc and me back then, but after our trips together, I didn’t want it to change, just get better and better. And it did for us.

Pops was gonna help us and he is with the legal stuff, but he can’t do the stuff we all need to do ourselves. Marc and Lisa are not even in the same universe as me and Ellen, I can’t look to them for help. They have a whole different relationship from us. I decided long ago it was gonna be up to me to make this happen, but I just needed to figure out how not to make it a big magillah for us. I know I need to talk to Ellen privately, but I thought I’d talk to Lisa first, alone and away from the house and Ellen. First of all I know Lisa likes me, even thinks I have a sexy ass, she told me that day we all got naked in the pool. I wouldn’t forget something like that you know. 

I texted her asking if we could go get coffee and talk one day soon, just the two of us. I hoped she didn’t think I was trying to come on to her. Nah, she knows how much I want to be with Al. I guess you guys know we will always be Mark and Al to them, they have no idea of our other names for each other. I was surprised to get a text right back, saying “Date, time, and place.”  Well there’s no time like the present, so I told her ASAP, you pick the date and time, I’ll pick the place. This time she said she’ll get back to me soon and made me wait a couple of days before getting back to me. But it was gonna happen, and it did, that’s why I’m gonna tell you about it here.

I know she likes dessert as much as me, and she works downtown Sacramento just like Ellen, so I told her to meet me at Rick’s Dessert Diner on ‘J’ Street at 2:00pm the time she picked. I figured, I’m not working, and it will be a lot easier to meet if it’s where she works, than having her travel far and then go back to work. See I’m a nice guy! I know exactly what I want to talk to her about, trust me, every hour I’m awake at night while Marc is sleeping, I’ve been working out in my mind what I want to say to her. I think it keeps me up more than anything. I’m not scared it will be bad, I just want them to not hate us, or us to hate them. If the two of them love each other as much as we love each other, then why the hate, right? Besides, she’s the only woman who told me I was sexy, I kinda want to hear it again sometime. Is that weird, wanting to be told that once in a while from a woman? I know Marc thinks I’m sexy; too needy? You can blame Marcus for writing a whole chapter about being sexy now! Hahah.

AT THE DESSERT DINER

Rick's Dessert Diner downtown Sacramento.

I left home letting Marcus know exactly what I was up to doing with his wife Lisa. He wanted to know if I wanted him to be there with me, nope, this is up to me to do. I got into my truck and left a lot earlier than I needed because parking is a bitch downtown, and I have a wide-ass dually pickup to park. I eventually found a spot on ‘H’ Street and walked to the diner. Lisa is a VP now and had a driver take her there, one of the perks I guess. Anyway, I like walking. I was a little surprised to see her so quickly, no waiting at all. No hand shakes, we hugged and got cheek kisses; I told you she likes me, hahah.

We picked out desserts to eat, and coffee and headed for a table away from the others in there. She told me she knew exactly what I wanted to talk about, I guess her new job came with a crystal ball. She was right, it was about her and if she was looking for another job or willing to stay the course with the one she has. She assured me, that she will stay with the company at least two more years, but if she reached the ceiling, she’d be looking again. Marc told me to expect that from her, and he was right. She will not stop until she is the CEO or President of a company. More power to her, I understand more about her than she thinks I do after living with Marcus now. But that doesn’t solve the Ellen problem.

I asked her straight out, where is their relationship going, are they interested in marriage one day. At least I got something back on that question. Yes, she sees them together but not married, not for now. Well half way there. She came straight out and asked me if we were considering marriage, maybe she saw the different ring on my finger. I kinda forgot about that. We were being civil and straight with each other, so I told her that we are planning on getting married, hopefully this year. Lisa told me that she kinda figured that was coming a long, long time ago. She said she knew how much Al was into me, but they never talked about it. She also said that she was sorry that they weren’t more open about their relationship because it’s been many years in the closet for them. Wow, I’m not that surprised anymore, but Lisa just admitted to “many years,” and I had no idea exactly how long. Well, we weren’t much better I guess.

I know Marc is concerned about how Ellen will react if Lisa takes a job in another state. Me too, I don’t want to see Ellen unhappy or dumped, I do care a lot about her. We’ve been married for a lifetime, it’s not  gonna be easy doing this. I got a lot of stuff from Lisa, and I hoped I wouldn’t forget anything to tell Marc. She told me that they have discussed this possibility often and have worked out a plan. Yes, Ellen will follow her to where ever that happens to be. Ellen will never need to worry about her job, Lisa will always find a position for her, so don’t worry about her. But theres much more yet.

I bet Marc never saw this coming, I sure as fuck never did. Lisa told me they are seriously thinking about selling the house and moving into a loft downtown, it will be more into the lifestyle they like and close to work, no more commuting. She told me, that she wants to buy my share of the house at fair value, but Ellen wants her share of the cost of my boat. Well at least she’s not asking me to sell the boat, just give her half of what it’s worth. But I’ll get half of the sale of the house so it’s doable. You know, I’m kinda glad this is their plan, I’ve never been that comfortable knowing they were both next door and could just pop in anytime. Of course, they never have done that unless they were invited. But there’s also the feeling that if they move out of state, I may never see either of them again. I think my stomach is doing flip flops right now. 

Divorce is not going to be the problem I thought it was gonna be if Lisa is telling the truth about them. It’s not gonna be contested, just a business deal and Pops legal guys will help. It’s starting to look like marriage is getting closer and closer. It’s kinda silly thinking that way, I mean we couldn’t be more married than we are already. It just that we will be husband and husband this time, and we can grow old together. After talking to Lisa that day, I’m even more on board with Marc’s idea of living on an island as beachcombers growing long beards and never wearing clothes while cracking open coconuts. Of course, we could do that right here anyway. We might need to get Pops a boyfriend, hahah. I sometimes wonder if he’d go that way or find a lady friend. And sometimes I think he is fine just the way he is.

Anyway back to Lisa and me, our meeting was only about an hour so she could go back to work. She promised me that she would talk to Ellen and that maybe we should go out and have the same talk so I will know for myself. That sounded strange to hear coming from her, but I could handle that I’m sure. At that we ended our dessert meeting with a warm hug and more cheek kisses, and a thank you for asking her for the meeting. I slowly walked back to my truck and headed home the long way, no freeways, it’s a lot nicer and it gave me lots of time to let everything sink in before I got home. 

While I was driving home on Fair Oaks Blvd, just not in a big hurry, I kinda flashed on who might buy my house, new neighbors to deal with. He better not be a blue-eyed blond, or I might be in trouble, hahah. No what I really thought was wouldn’t it be cool if a couple of gay guys moved in, and we could have some gay friends. As much as I like our private life together, I’m also loving the times that Bill and Tony are here and of course Pops. Speaking about Pops again, he sure spends a lot of time up in Auburn with Bill and Tony, you know he gets Tony’s old bedroom to sleep in when he stays there. Like there’s this little strange fantasy in my head about those three guys. They probably only play poker and smoke cigars and drink beer, oh that was me long ago. Anyhow, I know they smoke a lot of pot, always have I guess, now they can call it help for arthritis or whatever ails them. I imagine Tony, getting the three of them all loaded and then, you know, doing stuff they won’t talk about. Did that ever cross your mind? And then I sometimes wonder about my friend Joe, you know him as our pool guy, is he leaning towards being gay when he’s around us; I just get the feeling more all the time, or maybe it’s something I want to see happen. Now you know more about where my head goes sometimes, sad huh?

On our date night when he told JD we were on a date together, I was surprised but it really turned me on that night, ask him if you want to, hearing him say that made me horny for hours and hours and hours, hahah. No really! He got me to change and be free, now I’m trying so hard to get him to do the same.

MY TALK WITH ELLEN

Oh this part is gonna be strange to write about but I’ll try my best. I did get a call off to Ellen, no text, I figured she’d be telling everyone how lame I was if I did. I waited a couple of days first, maybe I figured they needed to talk a little first before I got my chance. I did get her to tell me that she wondered when I was gonna call her. I guess I coulda done it sooner. At least we didn’t raise our voices or act all hurt or something. Maybe now that she’s been living with Lisa for as long as I’ve been with Marcus, she’s kinda settled into what kind of life she wants for herself too. I don’t see me asking any personal questions about their sex life and I sure as fuck don’t want her to do the same with me. That’s off the table!

I guess if I was paying more attention to the two of them when I was so into Al back year’s ago, I’d notice they had a lot in common. Mostly their work I guess, but I know for a fact that Ellen is not looking to be the company president, just be happy in the kind of work she does. I know she makes good money at her level, but I bet Lisa is doing a lot better as Vice President. Well Lisa and Al are the “Power Couple” you might expect them to be, and it’s gonna hit a lot of people hard when they find out they are not any longer. I know there’s gonna be a lot of talk if everyone finds out about how the four of us ended up. Or maybe not, I hope not. Ya, maybe I ought to start writing about my talk with Ellen, huh?

I guess I could cut a lot of this short by only talking about them wanting to sell the house and move downtown. Why should I care anyway, I love living here with Marc, who wouldn’t. Well don’t get any ideas living with us, I’d be a bitch to live with, hahah! I’m not, just messing with ya. I think it’s a stupid time to be selling the place with the economy the way it is, and who knows if it will ever go back the way it was before. Maybe having Lisa buy me out, is a blessing in disguise. I don’t even know how much the place is worth right now, I figured it was gonna be my forever house, who cares what it’s worth. Now I wonder. And at least she doesn’t want me to sell the boat, but I know one thing for sure, if Al and Lisa weren’t in the picture, I’d havta sell it so she’d get her share.

Maybe you read it recently, Pops got into my head about me being the captain of a bigger boat he might want to buy, one with living arrangements onboard. My boat is for river cruising, and there’s a cramped bed and head below. That’s about it, plus a lot of fine mahogany to protect and polish. But a big boat sure sounds like fun to pilot for him. Yeah, but Ellen will never know about that! Anyway, money doesn’t seem to be at the top of the list as I thought it might be. 

Maybe Lisa has been working on Ellen’s mind all these years and maybe she’s thinking career over marriage now. I’m the opposite, screw work, I’d rather screw Marc! Okay, just having fun with words, don’t believe everything I write. Or should you? Nope, still messing with your mind. Maybe?

Actually, we seem to be on the same page finally. I will miss her if she moves like to New York or Chicago, like Lisa has mentioned in the past. And I know if it was me, and Marc was gonna move away from here, he better believe I’m tagging along with him for life! Anyhow, if Ellen really loves Lisa, she should do the same. IDK, but I think I’m gonna sleep a lot better knowing that at night soon.

This was the first time I can remember that both of us were more relaxed, we weren’t there to fight, just to see where our heads were at for now. She knows that I’m attached to Al for good, and she probably can figure out why, if not… well I think she’s a lot smarter than that. Maybe she feels more safe now with Lisa and that she doesn’t need to worry about her future being all alone.

As much as I love living in this house with Marcus and now with Pops too, maybe one day down the road we’ll want to find a much smaller place to care for. But I gotta tell ya, it better be by water, and it better be water that’s warm, even if it’s a lake or ocean, just saying that’s gonna be very important to me. There should be a waterfall, a big waterfall, one that you can go under or behind. Not like our waterfall in the pool, that’s for sound effects and looks. I think I’m getting carried away now. I also think I should think about ending this chapter and let Marc have something to write about too.

I bet I covered everything I wanted to write about and some more too. I hope you guys that follow us can see that things are coming together really good now. And thank you for reading my stuff, and putting up with my silliness at times. 

Love you guys big time!

Larry

itslarrybro@gmail.com

Here is a link to my next chapter for you:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2023/04/larrys-28th-post-taking-charge-now.html#more