Larry's 31st Post: Thanksgiving and a Surprise

 Hi guys, it’s me Larry and I just got old again!

Yup, another birthday and another year older, now 57 and I ain’t gett'n any younger. Ya, but you don’t need to believe everything you read, I could be lying about my age, hahah! I guess it has been talked about too much not to be true. Anyhow, I’m still the youngest guy around here anyway, and I don’t see that changing any day soon.

I started writing this chapter on my birthday, I know kinda stupid huh! Anyhow, I hope it doesn’t take like forever to finish it and get it posted for you guys. Other than spending some time writing, I am getting to do exactly what I wanted to do today, all except for the writing. I kinda felt guilty that we haven’t posted anything yet and we do have a lotta stuff to talk about this time. I know a couple of you badass guys like Charlie and Billy probably already know what I wanted to do today anyway. But if you can’t guess what, I’ll tell you next,

It’s been cold lately, but not as cold as it was in Colorado which I’ll write about in a little bit. I really miss the warm weather and then mostly hanging around the place kinda naked or just about naked because we can, and nobody cares. Pops is up in Auburn with his buddies right now because he knows I want to be with Marcus all day by myself, but all of them will be back tomorrow to celebrate my birthday. So today is just for me and Marcus. We cranked up the heat in the house, so we won’t freeze our asses off while we both can stay naked all day long. If you don’t know me that well, you might think that is a little strange, but it’s not really. But if you know me, man, I’m a fucking nudist around here. Funny thing, I’d never be caught dead hanging around someone naked before we had that trip to the lake years ago. Thankfully trust really works and we do trust each other. Even Pops and his buddies are included in that trust with us. 

I let it be known the only thing I wanted for my birthday was to be alone with my husband and act like it was summer and just stay as naked as if we were in bed all day long. Now if a few more rounds of sex got thrown into the day in or outta bed, I’m not gonna complain, hahah. Anyway, Marc got up first and it was kinda cold since we turn down the heat at night. But he didn’t get dressed, he just told Alexa to turn up the heat to 70 degrees and went to go pee before coming back to bed. He said I could stay in bed, and he’d bring me my coffee, so guess what I did. I stayed in bed and waited for my coffee. I ain’t stupid and it is my birthday, I deserve it. I did think about joining him in the kitchen since it was taking him so long, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. He made some avocado toast, he never makes avocado toast, but today he did. I don’t even make avocado toast, but maybe I might start doing that. That was good the way he made it. Of course, now we need to buy more avocados and use them before they get all weird inside. Anyway, the rest of my day is starting to look pretty fucking good as far as I’m concerned.

I guess I should say something about how good Marc looks at his new lower weight. He always looked sexy to me at any weight, but he really has done awesome on his weight loss program, and he’s been off of it for a long time now. Marc really learned how to maintain his weight where he wants it to be and he has started to tighten up some of that extra skin that we don’t talk about, and you didn’t hear about it here too. Losing weight was the best thing he ever did for himself, other than marrying me, hahah. No really, he feels so good about how he looks now, and I’m really happy for him. I guess you already know if you’ve been following us, that we both have had some problems with the way we looked or thought how we looked to others. That’s more like it I bet. I know for me when we first met and he was trying to get me into the pool with a lot less clothes on, I had one thing I knew for sure, one negative word or joke about how hairy I am all over, and it would be curtains for him. But I really fell for him on the first look, and I wasn’t sure if I’d follow through with my threat to dump him as a friend. He let me know how sexy he thought I looked, that I figured he was going outta his way to make me feel comfortable, but he really meant it and I was blown away for sure. I think he accepted why I love big guys from the stories I told him over the years. If you think because of the body shape I’m in that is what I expect from other guys, man, are you fucking wrong about me. I never knew the terms guys use like ‘bears’ and ‘muscle bears’ but I do now, and I love you guys think of me as a muscle bear. And I know there are a whole bunch of men who are into hairy bears and that is so fucking cool. Why didn’t I ever know that before. Don’t bother to answer that one, it’s complicated and a little stupid too.

I guess you guys know that all the surface stuff I’m talking about is not important to us, it’s what’s inside that really counts. I knew I was in trouble the first time I met Al as my next-door neighbor years ago. I thought he was handsome and sexy, and I never thought that about a man before, and it scared the shit outta me too. I know I never wrote much about the extra weight he was packing at the time, but I thought it made him even more sexy. I kinda knew he wasn’t happy about it after seeing me, I understood that, but I wasn’t looking for a copy of me as a friend, and I never would anyway. I was free of what I was addicted to and free from a bone skinny body and that was all that counted. I would have been happy to just have a gut, but I don’t gain weight, but after so many years of working out, I could gain muscle. Am I proud of my body, you bet I am now. That’s why I’m bringing it up again because I see Marcus finally happy about his body. He always tells me that he’ll catch up to me one day, and I don’t say anything negative about that. It’s a compliment he’s giving me, and I love him for it. I get the biggest kick outta hearing him talk about seeing his dick without looking in a mirror. That was never a problem for me, so I never gave it a second thought. Now he’s like a kid on Christmas morning sometimes. When he’s sitting on the edge of the bed getting up, sometimes he looks down into his lap and says, “Hello my dick, nice to meet you again.” I used to laugh to myself because it was funny, but when it really hit home for me, I get a little teary-eyed for him. Such a simple pleasure I never gave a thought to is making him so happy. I can get a little lump in my throat for him. I am so happy for him, all the hard work of losing weight is paying off, so I love his new trim body, and I hope I never see him unhappy about himself ever again. You might think this is silly to talk about, especially if you’ve never felt like him, but I know for a fact there are many men who do feel like him about that, so I wish you the same good fortune.

It wasn’t that long after he joined the NOOM program that I realized that soft and cuddly Marcus was gonna be sporting boney hips and a real rib cage. Too bad some of the lost weight didn’t go to his flat ass, hahah. One day if he follows my advice, but don’t hold your breath on that. I do swear his dick got longer after losing weight, I know he’s all happy about it. Surprising how a little extra lower belly fat can hide so much dick. I’ll tell you what I like about his dick, everything! I love that he feels great about what he has now, and all that talk about ‘shower and grower’ dicks is finally history. I guess you might be getting tired of reading about his weight loss but I’m not tired at all. That he is trying to make himself look like me, well that’s sweet to think about, but it’s not important to me unless it’s important to him. It is.

Okay back to me now, since my birthday started at midnight according to Marc, my presents had to start then. He didn’t tell me that sleep really wasn’t a gift he had in mind for me though. I was expecting at least some love making, maybe a couple of hours max, ya right. Maybe the couple of hours was the amount of sleep we got last night. I’m not complaining at all! I couldn’t be happier or more sore, hahah. It might take a few hours before my dick ever gets hard again! Actually, I think it shrunk way smaller than ever when I went pee this morning, maybe it was the cold, or maybe it was trying to climb back into my body, so I’d forget about it! The poor thing got a real workout! I can’t say that for old Marc, I swear he was sporting an almost hard-on when he left the room to make the coffee this morning.

I’ll admit that after the surprise breakfast in bed, we both dozed off for a couple of hours, I bet you knew that was gonna happen. That’s all it took for my dick to wake up and look for action. We headed to the shower room for a lot more than showering if you remember what usually goes on in there for us. Well, it was a lot warmer in the house now and we kinda spent a lotta time in there but at least my dick wasn’t sore, that oughta count for something. You’ll need to ask Marc how his dick feels now, hahah. Anyway, since the big part of my gift was to stay naked as long as we could, this was a good start. Just dry off and head to the kitchen or the family room. We decided kitchen since we wanted more coffee and then we could plan the rest of the day. We chose to watch a couple of movies and cuddle naked under a big soft blanket. We played “find the dick” often under the blanket, and I hope you don’t think it was only to just find and hold our dicks that took place, like it started that way but got a lot better as the movies kinda bored us. I think they call it blanket diving once we got into it. We moved on to the weight room for a while, but that only got us hungry, so it was off to the kitchen to plan on lunch and what’s for dinner and dessert, and then it was back to bed again. I know one day in the future what we did all day will be so boring sounding, I just know it, but you know what, it wasn’t boring at all!

WE ARE HUSBANDS NOW

I bet some of you caught me calling Marcus my husband huh? It’s true and I’ll tell you all about it before I’m done writing. It happened before we left for Colorado to celebrate Thanksgiving with my son and his family. We kinda thought it was gonna happen in December this year, but November got picked instead. I guess this is as good a spot to tell you. After Pops had his nasty fall and finally got over the hurt and pain, he suggested that it was time. Maybe he thought there might be future problems to deal with, IDK. Anyway, we had no plans for a ceremony or big wedding plans, we hardly know anyone that we would ask to join us for a wedding. It was a simple ceremony with Bill and Tony as our witnesses and Pops officiating for us. It was time, way past time to do it because our divorces were final some time ago. Our ex-wives are living downtown in their loft condo and just about old history for us. They’ve moved on and it was time for us to do as well. 

I hope we did not disappoint anyone considering how little was done about the wedding. The most important people who support us were there and that’s what counts. Besides, I love saying husband now. I never called Marc my boyfriend or partner, he always was my best friend and or bro. Now we are husbands, and we couldn’t be happier. We had a little something we wrote for each other, but I kinda want that to be just for us. I don’t know if Marc will want to discuss what he wrote, I hope not. By now you probably know what we had to say to each other anyway. Nothing really changed, we’ve been living together as husbands for a long time, now it’s really legal.

WHAT’S BEEN KEEPING US BUSY LATELY

I’ve only told this to a couple of guys so, it’s new to most of you guys now. After how Pops fall affected Marcus, we all thought it was time to change things up big time around here. I’m not sure who gets the credit for the idea, but it has been working so we are doing it. Like it’s not something earth shaking just we had to get outta here more often, and part of that was Pops went to stay with Bill and Tony for at least half of the week. At first it was the whole week and then just part. Don’t think it was Pops’ fault or something like that, Marc was keeping watch on Pops like he was gonna fall if he took his eyes off of him for a minute. I think it even bugged Pops knowing how Marc was acting. I know he was only thinking about how he could make Pops safer around here, that’s all. 

Anyhow, what we did was just get outta the house, got into my truck or his car and we just left the place without knowing where we were going, it wasn’t important at all. Sometimes we just went down to Old Sacramento, sometimes further away, like Yuba City, or Marysville. If we went too far to get back, we stayed in a motel or whatever we could fine. We packed a couple of overnight bags and took them with us every day. I was surprised that Marc was okay with it, but he had his own plans, I guess. I’m a native of the area so that means I’ve never seen much of anyplace around here. Weird huh? Anyway, we’ve been doing that, sometimes it’s just find a park or something different about the area, or just an Ace Hardware or department store to go look around the place, sometimes we bought shit, sometimes we didn’t. I liked it when we would meet some old guys hanging around a store and we would stop and talk to them. Sometimes it took courage to do that, since we both were interested in being known as a couple now. It was surprising that so many older guys were not offended by that, can’t say the same about some of the older woman though. Especially the little church ladies we seem to run into at times. The young people were cool about it though, that’s a good sign for the future for people like us. It seems like we will always run into trouble with super religious people. Ya think they would be more forgiving, well think again.

Marcus is really turning the corner on coming out to people about being gay, well the corner really is with people we don’t know at all. Hey small steps, baby steps huh. I have no idea why I’m so comfortable about it, maybe because I hardly know anyone, not like Al and all his business connections. He only introduces himself as Marcus to people now, it’s like Al never existed until we get back home or hang around Sacramento. It’s pretty clear to me, that we gotta ‘get outta Dodge’, if we are ever gonna live a happy life as husbands. As much as I love our place, it’s pretty obvious that living someplace where no one knows him as Al is the answer. You should see how cool he acts when we are anyplace other than home. Yeah, cool for sure.

TRIP TO COLORADO

Ashley sent this to me

Man, this trip had a lotta changes before it happened for real. We were gonna rent a big RV and drive all over the western states and end up in Colorado for Thanksgiving with my son Ryan and his family. Then I got a picture from Ashley, Ryan’s wife showing all the snow they got recently and it kinda freaked us out. Like snow and ice is not what we are used to driving on at all. Like never for me. Anyhow, we kinda thought let’s make the RV thing happen but when it makes more sense for us. 

Westin Hotel at the Denver Airport

Well, we decided to fly to Denver from Sacramento instead and rent a car, but Ryan insisted that he pick us up at the airport instead. We could borrow one of their cars if we needed to do that. We did that and I guess I didn’t tell you we planned on staying two weeks there with them, or if needed we could go to a hotel or motel, but that was not what they wanted us to do. That’s my boy for you! From about a week before Thanksgiving we flew out to Colorado and stayed until the Tuesday following Thanksgiving. I thought it would be easier to fly with less people, but good old Marcus knew better. I never saw so many people at an airport before. You gotta take a train underground to get to where the planes are located. That airport made our Sacramento airport look like a tiny town airport instead of what it is really. Don’t even get me talking about how much walking it takes just to get to where you need to be, and all the great eating places and we weren’t even hungry. 

It wasn’t long before we both realized that all this walking to get to the luggage areas made us want to pee really bad, we both didn’t go pee on the plane, probably should have though considering how bad it got! Man, once we both talked about how bad we needed to pee, it got worse. All I could think about was not to start dripping before we got to the toilet area. I was wearing light blue jeans and there’s no hiding wet spots. I don’t know exactly when it started to happen for me, but if I wait too long to go pee, my faucet can drip, WTF is that all about! If I had an extra hand, it would have been in my pocket squeezing my dick to hold it in. Well, thankfully I didn’t drip this time. I didn’t realize how bad it was for Marc too, I was gonna have him stay with the suitcases so I could go pee, but that wasn’t gonna happen. Anyhow, so we needed to drag all the suitcases into the toilet with us and then find a urinal and not have the suitcases in the way. On the way home, I’m gonna go pee on the plane so I won’t havta do that again. It’s kinda funny writing about that now, but man it wasn’t at all when it was happening. I hated even bringing the suitcases into the bathroom in the first place. But they said don’t leave packages unattended, besides what if someone steals my stuff while I’m peeing.

Since my son will never read this Blog I bet, I can tell you that we got fucking lost just trying to find our way to the underground train. I wasn’t gonna tell him his dad couldn’t find his way around the place, but I did think about telling him our pee story, hahah. Nah I didn’t, figured you guys would get a bigger kick outta hearing that more than him. 

Denver Airport (check the new Vet lower left)

Ryan did meet us outside of the pickup area and then we walked over to where he parked his car. Wow, the Denver airport is ginormous, and it looks like it’s made from a whole bunch of teepees or something. And that’s just where you get dropped off or picked up. (The airport pictures were taking from inside the car's tinted windows, sorry about that.)

Man, it was so good to see him in person again, I didn’t want to stop hugging him, but I could see that Marcus couldn’t wait to hug him too. I got my second hug after we loaded the suitcases into the back of the car. I even gave him a big kiss on the cheek, and he gave me one too. I was so happy to see him again. I couldn’t wait to see my grandsons, but we did talk about them on the way to his house in Castle Rock which is about 45 miles south of Denver. The freeway had heavy traffic, so it took a long time to get to his house, but it didn’t seem like it because we were so happy to be in the car with him.

Fucking COLD! 

I guess I should tell you that there wasn’t any snow on the ground in Castle Rock, it had all melted, but not in the mountains, they were all white and pretty. And it wasn’t that cold out yet, it was almost the same temperature as it was in Sacramento when we left. Oh ya, one thing different, once that fucking sun goes down, it gets like fucking cold and drops about 40 or more degrees. That’s nothing like we are used to in California at this time of the year. I took a screen shot of the weather app to remind me how cold it did get in Castle Rock one morning.

MEETING MY FAMILY AGAIN

Man, I don’t know how long I will be able to write about this before the tears come and make it hard for me to type. This time both grandsons were standing at the door with their mom waiting to greet us. Noah will be four years old in February and Liam is around 15 months old and loves his big brother. I had a grandson attached to each of my legs in a big hug. Of course, I picked them both up and held them in each arm. For once, I realized exactly why I worked out so hard to get into the shape I’m in now. I shared Liam with Marc since he was leaning over to him to be held. I figured I’d get my hug from Ashley soon enough. She told us that the boys were looking so forward to seen PapPap and PopPop again. Noah was talking my ear off all the time he was hugging my neck with his little arms. He kissed me and of course I kissed him too. I asked him if he’d like to give PopPop a hug too, he did, but only from my arms. He didn’t want me to put him down for a long time. Wow, like I said, my eyes are getting all watery now, just remembering that moment. I need to take a break for a minute. Maybe I should go pee, it’s gonna be a long story.

We did get the tour of the house and the bedroom we will be using. What a nice guest bedroom that they fixed up for us. I know it was the kids' room, but they wanted us to stay with them and the kids moved into their bedroom. How great was it that we didn’t need to hide that we are a couple, of course they know about us and approve big time. We needed to tell them that we are husbands now, it was pretty evident that they wouldn’t have been able to come for the wedding since it wasn’t meant to be a big affair. The news was taken so great by them, and they insisted that they break out the champagne they intended to use later but now as a toast to us. We got toasted and big hugs and kisses from them; there go the tears again! How lucky can I be huh. They knew we were gonna get married, just not when. I think how we were treated by them gave Marc so much that he needed because he was so free with affection while we were there with them. We did meet a few of their friends and Ryan introduced us as his dads very proudly. I love the young people he introduced us to, they were so supportive and like it was nothing outta the ordinary. Men can and do fall in love with each other and get married. Wow, if only everyone felt like that, huh.

We did so much while visiting them, I just need to pick stuff that was gonna be fun to do. We did take a walk downtown and went into a couple of unique stores and drank lots of coffee in different places while there. That was a good thing that Ryan remembered about us, I’m sure. We saw them light up this huge star at the top of a hill with big rocks on the top. That was the Saturday before Thanksgiving Day, and like I said, once that sun goes down, man, it got fucking cold outside. We did bring what we thought were warm clothes, but they weren’t at all. We gotta rethink that stuff out better next time. I loved all the people of the town especially how friendly they were that night. I know I felt like I was at home there. I didn’t notice anyone just staring at us like we were some kind of freaks or something, because we were very affectionate that night, well maybe we were just trying to stay warm with each other.

THANKSGIVING DAY

We had such a great day even though it ended up snowing big time later in the day. I guess you know I’m gonna tell you all about it. 

Risotto I made and Swiss Chard Marc made.

We were gonna have deep fried turkey, something that me and Marc never had before or even thought about making. That’s Ryan’s thing for now. Marc made Swiss Chard the Italian way according to him and I got to make risotto with Ashely. I think she likes me a lot. In the kitchen when she was talking to me, she always grabbed my upper arm to get my full attention or maybe she just likes checking out the feel of my biceps, hahah. Hey, I love it and I ain’t complaining about it. You probably know by now that I wasn’t much of a veggie lover before hanging around Al years ago. After Marc started the NOOM weight loss thing, he makes lots of veggies, like it’s almost impossible not to eat them. I actually don’t mind them as much as I did before though. Anyway, I do love Marc’s Italian Swiss Chard a lot, he lets me help him make it at home, I cut up the onions and garlic for him. Not this time though, I think I know how to make it now so someday I can surprise him with it. This time we bought organic Swiss Chard from a local grocery store; it was the only chard we could find. Marc takes the white stems off first and steams them to get them soft. And then he chops up the dark green leaves to steam later. He cuts up an onion and lots of garlic and cooks them to almost done before adding the white stems and cut up greens. He uses salt and pepper, extra virgin olive oil and lots of oregano too. But man, do the greens ever shrink up, talk about a real ‘shrinkage’ problem, hahah. He’s not done though he adds a couple of cans of stewed tomatoes and then cooks everything really low for a while, and then adds diced up chunks of Swiss cheese before serving. Man is that ever good and sweet tasting too, I thought all the dark green would be bitter, nope, it’s kinda sweet the way he makes it.

Ashley had me help her make something I had never made or even tasted before, risotto. Anyhow, I did all the stirring, like tons of stirring and she had me add more chicken stock when it was needed. It took a long time to make but it was fun being with her in the kitchen listening to all the stories about the kids and Ryan. I coulda done that for hours, until she told me there was another thing I had to add to the risotto, butternut squash chunks. I guess you figured out by now that I asked her if I could have a small dish of plain risotto instead. She laughed at me, but and said sure, but she bet I would love it her way too. Maybe another year, but not this year, hahah. Everyone loved the risotto with the squash, and I like mine too. It’s a good thing my grandsons are so young, I hate to have them think I was chicken about eating squash. I’m putting a picture of the two dishes that we both helped make for Thanksgiving dinner. I’m sorry that it looks like Marc’s Swiss Chard was in a small bowl, actually the pan with the risotto was really huge. You can see the small bowl of plain risotto that I got to eat in the same picture. Maybe I shouldn’t be so stubborn, I was starting to feel bad that I didn’t try her version, it didn’t look that bad.

What it looked like cooking the Turkey!

Ryan had a problem getting the 18-pound turkey started in the fryer. He lost the hook for the turkey so he can take it outta the oil to check it or when it’s done. It was only supposed to take one hour to cook it. Somehow the hook got separated from the rest of the equipment the last time he used it. But he found it finally, so we were gonna have turkey for sure. The only thing by the time everything was ready, and the oil was at the right temperature, it started snowing again and we were outside in the patio. Well thankfully they had a portable fire pit that he started a fire in to keep us warm. Well at least the part facing the fire, my ass-side was turning blue if I could see it, I’m sure. I turned around sometime to warm my ass up and then even more important parts of me were in danger of falling off, so I’d spin around again. I did that outta pure love for my son, Marcus was smarter and headed inside where you could keep both the front and back of you warm at the same time. 

Taking out the Turkey

There were times outside in the snow when my dick started tingling to tell you how fucking cold it got at times. I coulda used some electric long-johns or something. Ryan does drink but he knows I don’t anymore, so I had warm coffee instead. But I did hang out there for as long as he did, and we had some nice conversations. About what I can’t tell you for sure, most of the time my teeth were chattering. But as much as I hated the cold, I wouldn’t have missed one minute hanging with my son. I know our time together will be short and I wanted as much time as I could get with him. We have so much life to catch up on and I’m so lucky that he has forgiven me for not being the father he needed at the time. I’m doing everything in my power to make up for being a drunk and useless father. 

You might remember that when I knew that I was gonna get married to Marcus I thought about changing my last name to Marcs. Ryan told me that he wanted a father and grandfather to point to and it was important to keep my name Janssen for him. However, I will hyphenate my last name with Marc’s real last name legally soon. As you might also remember that I don’t really know if Janssen is my real name or one they gave me for protection when I was very young and put into foster care. Ryan is also grateful that our Pops is delighted to be thought of as the grandfather on record. It’s okay that he keeps his real last name as far as everyone is concerned. It seems like everything good in my life started the moment I set eyes on Al when we moved in next door to him. It’s like I have no history before that moment, of course that’s not true, but it sure as fuck seems that way.

SOME SIGHTSEEING TIME TOO

Red Rocks at the top of the Amphitheater 

We got to go see Red Rocks which is just outside of Denver up in the mountains. Like the coolest red boulders and giant rocks that I’ve ever seen. And they have live concerts there too, but not when we were there. I put a picture of Red Rocks, CO. I took lots of pics because it was such a cool area. It was hard picking just one picture to use though. I have better photos, but I wanted one that said Red Rocks to put here. There was a lotta walking we did while we were there, and it put a lot of pressure on Marc’s knee, so we stopped and rested often. I made a rookie mistake when I was taking pictures on my iPhone. I had “Live Photos” on, and I don’t know how to make that stop moving. I was afraid the picture might get blurry or look weird. I guess I accidentally moved it to Live Photo while we were walking around the place. We stayed until it got dusk out and the skies got very colorful. Like I said, I had lots of photos and I want to post about 12 to be happy, hahah.

We had dinner out that night and it was a really great choice that Ryan made for us. He wasn’t with us that day, he teaches school, but he gave us directions and ideas to have fun out there.

Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs

Near the end of our stay in Colorado, we did run into a lot more snowy days and while we were off sightseeing in Colorado Springs, we did get to the Gardens of the Gods, more red rocks only really gorgeous. We did some walking, but something happened that made us do more driving around instead. I feel so bad about it for Marcus, I kinda laughed at first but changed my mind really fast. Marc fell on the slippery path that had some ice under the snow, I guess. IDK why I wanted to laugh at first when I saw how silly Marc looked when he started to fall, his body kinda started jerking around and I thought he had this and wouldn’t fall; like it would only be embarrassing if I was recording a video. But I wasn’t and I didn’t laugh when I realized this was gonna be a real fall and I wasn’t close enough to help him stop the fall. And down he went really hard, the poor guy.

I guess some of you know that Marc had his right knee replaced three years ago, not long after I moved in with him. Anyhow, it’s all healed and working perfectly but he was not to go kneeling down on it or do stressful sports with it. Anyhow, he fell forward instead of backwards and landed on his knee, ya, the metal one and he hurt his right arm and hand. Even his new glasses went flying off his face and I had to get them for him. Marc tried to laugh off the way he fell, but kinda stopped that when he couldn’t get up on the icy ground without my help. He was trying though. There were some flat rocks not too far from where he fell, so I helped him walk over to sit down to catch his breath. I quickly brushed off the snow the best I could so he wouldn’t need to sit down on the snow.

After he rested for a few minutes, he said he was ready to get up and walk back to the car, because he was through with walking on ice and snow; I don’t blame him and I’m not a big fan of that myself. Marc used me to get up off the rock I set him on. When he was having a hard time, I just put both of my arms under his armpits and lifted him up on his feet. Ya, that made him know that his knee wasn’t happy with him at all. I set him back down carefully and sat with him for a while. He wasn’t getting any better with the rest and it was going to get cold soon. I asked him if he thought he could just sit there while I walked back to get the car and bring it to him instead. Ya, he said that was gonna be best for him. Now all I needed to do was walk carefully back to where we parked the car and not fall myself. 

Anyway, I didn’t fall and I kinda slipped a lot, but I wasn’t gonna be the next problem for sure. I bet it seemed like forever before I got the car over to where he was sitting, at least it did for me. I found a spot to turn the car around to get the car door close to him, and I just had him lean on me to take the weight off his knee. Marc was all apologizing about his fall, but I told him to stop, it coulda been me instead, it was an accident that we weren’t ready for. I kinda kept an eye on him while driving back to Castle Rock, which seemed like a zillion miles away, and I saw him rubbing his right knee a lot and then kinda wimping about how his right arm was hurting just rubbing the knee. You know there’s sometimes you just want to cry for the pain someone you love is feeling, but I got it together and told him use your left arm instead. I think it came out like, “Use your fucking left arm instead, and don’t be stupid!” I didn’t say that at all, but I thought he might have thought that was what I was saying. I think I was stressed; you think maybe.

We finally did get back to my son’s house and it was almost dark outside. I called Ryan and asked him to come outside and help me get Marcus inside without letting him use his right leg. That worked out great until we got to the stairs, but we figured it out the best we could. Poor Marc was saying he was sorry for everything, and Ryan said, don’t be silly, people fall on icy walks all the time. I didn’t say anything, I might have said too much in the car already. 

Marc suggested that he would get much better after resting and getting some aspirin or whatever they might have in the house. But it didn’t take long before I noticed that his hand had swollen and when I saw his knee that was swollen too. It wasn’t much longer when the rest of his leg down to his ankle started to swell up too. I didn’t see any bruises but maybe it takes longer for that to happen.

We knew there was a Kaiser Hospital in Denver which is about 45 miles away from Castle Rock if we needed to go there. Marc insisted that it was only a fall not something for the ER but if it turns out that something is really wrong or broken, he promised that he would go to the hospital, so let him rest for now. Anyhow, we all accepted that, but I knew I can be the pain in his ass the next morning if anything got worse. Ashley was like a little nurse around him, tending to all his needs. I kinda think he loved that a lot! I’d draw the line if she said she’d help him go pee if he needed that from her, hahah. Hey, not a problem for me guys, I’ve had to help him when he got his knee replaced, I got this! Actually, I did need to walk him over to the bathroom a couple of times, no walkers, or crutches in the house. Probably too much information, TMI, since his right hand was swelling up and he’s right-handed, I did help him a little bit getting his dick out of his pants. What’s the word for being able to use both hands for anything, whatever it is called, Marc is not that kinda guy. Talk about an almost useless left hand! Or maybe, I was being a little scammed? I knew one thing for sure, I wasn’t gonna get lucky tonight! So at least I got a little dick action, hahah.  Oh, ya, I should write a little bit about trying to not sound like someone was getting lucky in bed not too far from your son’s bedroom. That took some imagination. I’ll try to remember to write about that before I end this chapter.

(Actually I almost forgot I said I’d write something about sex in a small house. Maybe I should let Marc write something since he was getting to be the pro doing that. Maybe since we didn’t havta hide anything it made it easier, but we were quiet, and that is not easy for us! Hahah.)

Anyhow, it was close to the time we were gonna be flying back to Sacramento that Marc fell. We never did go to the Kaiser in Denver, he insisted that there was nothing broken or so bad that it couldn’t wait until we got back home, and he could see his own doctor. There was a little something that I haven’t written about yet, the fact that he couldn’t lay down without hurting his upper back, so he said he’d just fall asleep in the soft chair in the family room. Of course, I did the same, I hope you didn’t think I’d leave him all alone, that would be a piss-poor husband in my book. Besides what if he had to go pee during the night? Like that doesn’t happen a couple of times even when he isn’t hurting. He’s gonna need to lean on something, might as well be his husband. You know what, he fell asleep pretty fast, guess who didn’t fall asleep fast or otherwise? Me! I just sat there watching him and the TV with the volume almost not on to disturb him. After the second night, I kinda caught up some sleep until I heard, “Hey babe, gotta pee.” I must be a light sleeper or someone not wanting to clean up the mess before the kids are up. Oh, ya something else that was a big change for us, sleeping with clothes on. At home, it’s never that cold that some covers keep us warm; besides, we both put out a lotta body heat anyway. I’m glad we don’t live in a cold climate for sure, sleeping in clothes like PJ’s gets me all strangled up after all the tossing and turning. That goes for Marc too. If I’m not waking up to go pee, I’m waking up to free my balls from being all twisted up in my pants! That is not a fun way to wake up, however, Marc playing with my balls to wake me up, is a lot more fun! Haven’t grumbled at him yet, got no plans too!

TIME TO GO BACK TO SUNNY CALIFORNIA

It looks like I will need to write a book to get all of this told to you, I’ll try not to, but at least my typing is getting a lot of practice this time. Getting him on the plane took a little help from Marc since he’s the old pro at traveling and I’m not. He got a wheelchair to take him to the airplane which was good since it’s like a really long way from being dropped off and boarding the plane. They had a wheelchair waiting on him in Sacramento when we got back, good old Southwest Air was great for us, and it was a direct flight like only a couple of hours long. Marc did a great job not showing any pain while we were traveling, but I know he wasn’t feeling that great. Just Tony picked us up at the airport, Bill and Pops were waiting for us at home to give them all the good stuff to hear. We didn’t tell them about the fall since it was near the end of the trip, and we could tell them when we got home. I guess they got an earful they weren’t expecting. I covered a lot of it to Tony in the car in case Marc wants to rest up from the flight.

To tell you the truth, I don’t think I can remember all the stuff that we said when we got back home, and they found out about the fall. Of course, they wanted to take him to the hospital as soon as they heard, but Marc talked them out of it until he got a better idea of how he handles the pain. I think he thinks it’s just gonna go away once he wakes up from a nap or something. We will see, maybe before I finish writing you will too.

For the first couple of days back home, Marc couldn’t sleep in our bed because it hurt his back too much, so he slept in the reclining chair in the family room, the same one Pops used when he wasn’t able to sleep in his bed as well. Anyhow, I did the same thing for a few nights. Sometimes we were able to use the loveseat couch and we could cuddle under the blankets. He would lay his head on my chest and fall asleep pretty fast. That makes me feel good inside knowing he can trust me to be there for him and watch over him too. Well anyway, I can’t leave him out there by himself, that way I can get stuff for him if he wants anything. I help him up to go to the bathroom too, but he does have the cane I bought him for his knee operation, and he can use that instead of leaning on me. Hey, I don’t mind being there for him, he can lean on me anytime. But I was glad that he was able to feel much better, and the aches are not so painful any longer. He did promise that he’d go to the hospital for X-rays if he didn’t get better. He didn’t need to go, just some serious strains I guess.

ANYHOW, BACK HOME AGAIN MAY NOT BE SO NORMAL NOW

It’s a little different around here now that we are back home. Not a bad thing though. Pops was spending more time with Bill and Tony than with us before we left for Colorado. Now all three of them are hanging around here to try and help Marc the best they can. I got this guys! Well, the help is nice. It’s also why you are reading this chapter now instead of later. I just tell them I’m gonna go to the office to write in my private journal. It’s like they can’t wait to see me go away! I could get jealous, but really, jealous?! 

You know I don’t mean any of that, just me trying to be funny sometimes. I love those guys so much, I love being around them, and I love that they care so much about us. I kinda gobble it all up and sometimes wonder if my life would have turned out different if I had men like these in my life when I really needed them. In a way, I don’t want to change anything in the past because I might not ever have met Al and Pops, even Lisa too, she thinks I’m sexy! Too bad Ellen never did. This place has tons of room for everyone, and our bedroom is way off on it’s own side of the house. Very private even with them staying here and they always are helping with stuff. If I wasn’t so in love with Marcus or I never met him, I’d fall in love with those guys for sure. There’s a lotta years between us, but I never feel that way around them. And I don’t think they think of the age difference too. I even heard some of them say once when we were all naked in the pool, that the oldest anyone felt inside was around 40 or so. Hell, I’m way older than 40 now and sometimes I feel 70 inside. Man I hope that changes soon, hahah! Hey, if I need to take lessons from them, I’m ready! Another thing I don’t really understand yet, but I’m afraid to ask them, is how it’s so easy for them to accept us as married to each other guys, husbands. Maybe they can see how much we love each other, and they are happy for us. I guess I can end this long chapter by telling you how easy it was for Marcus to be open with me while we were away from home. He actually told a guy in a coffeehouse that he was my husband. Maybe he thought the guy was trying to hit on me at the time, hahah. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before you know. I bet that sounds like I’m bragging huh, maybe I am. I’m not sure how I would have handled that before I fell in love with Marc, kinda weird even thinking about it now. Well, as far as I’m concerned, Marcus is the handsome one between us and the real catch!

Alright guys, I hope I covered all the stuff since the last time we posted something. I know our future is just beginning and it is gonna be awesome!

Love you guys,

Larry

Here is a link to the next posting by Marcus:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2024/01/ch-92-marcus-finally-off-his-ass.html