LARRY'S 33rd Post: Everyone loves a naked Joe story; I know I do!
Hi guys!
It’s me, Larry again. I needed a break from what I’ve been working on here for weeks now. Anyway, I miss talking to you guys a lot. We’ve been back home and both of us have been very busy after being gone for so long. I miss this place, but I hate the fucking heat we came back to though. Like, we’ve had about four weeks when it was over 100 outside and it started back in June too. It’s been a little cooler lately, but my iPhone says the 100’s are coming back in a few days! I think I’ll stop talking about the heat, it’s starting to make me sweat!
We promised each other that we wouldn’t talk much about our honeymoon until much later, actually, it was me who wanted that anyway. I kinda want to have something that was just for us, for now. Who knows maybe later we won’t stop yakking about it to you guys. I can tell you guys some stuff though.
SOME FEELINGS WERE HURT, LIKE MINE!
Being together 24/7 while we were away from home for such a long time, did bring up some areas of disagreements for us. Kinda a first for us since we’ve been married. Nothing killer, but I did get my feelings hurt sometimes. Yeah, I have feelings too. My bitch is mostly about being afraid of showing that we are a couple of guys, husbands, and in love with each other to others. In Mexico, well some parts of Mexico we could do that openly, and we even met some gay couples to hang with too. Talk about everything I wanted us to be able to do. Maybe one day we can talk about what it was like being married and accepted by guys just like us. Anyway, there were other places in Mexico that we had to become straight guy friends vacationing. That’s okay, I understand the danger. But it still annoys me to no end. And when it happens up here at home, I can really get hurt feelings from that.
I know to expect Marcus will have the hardest time coming out to so many people, fuck, I don’t want him to do that at all. But there should be some of his close friends that can know that we are husbands now and be my friends too. I also know that I never had a job that put me in front of so many people or associates. It’s always gonna be easier for me because of that. I guess that will take a very long time to change, that’s why we are planning on a second home where we can make new friends that will accept that we are a gay couple that is married now. At least, when it comes to meeting strangers, Marcus is just like me and that makes me feel we can do this one day together.
I guess being away from Pops so long even though he was with Bill and Tony most of the time, we missed him, and Marc was getting worried about him with us thousands of miles away. We were pretty isolated where we were and most of the time, we didn’t even have a cell signal to use. It was kinda exciting knowing that we had to depend upon each other for everything. I’m calling it a learning experience because we are planning on doing something like that again, only much closer to our home here. I’ll tell you more before I’m done writing.
I’ve been busy in the office designing our new second home, that’s not hard for me to do since my education and job gave me lots of experience. We will be off the grid as much as possible and will do some farming for some of our food. We are not going to go crazy doing this, but it sounds like fun, and we got a little experience doing that while we were away. Right now, it either will be high up in the Sierras and in the snow-belt or more down on the valley flat lands. We are not on the same page here at all, so that’s slowing it down. I like the snow, and Marc does not, especially after his hard fall on the ice in Colorado with my kids. I don’t blame him, but at least it might be cooler up there than it is down here in the valley. I don’t know that for a fact yet, but it kinda makes sense to me for now.
We will be looking for a lot of privacy with many acres to call our own. We both want a lotta trees which is not hard to do where we live. Marc is also concerned about being in a fire zone which is probably where I’d be looking for myself. I don’t want to think about fires but it’s a fact out here every year. Anyhow, that’s where my head has been for weeks now. Marcus has been trying to write a novel about Pops’ generation, he says while they are still alive with good memories, it’s time to do that. I agree with him. I’d love to know all about how they grew up and what being hippies was like. Ya, they were all long-haired hippies, even Marc’s parents. I didn’t have parents growing up, just a bunch of foster homes that I didn’t get to stay long with, but that’s a story I don’t like talking about, so I’m not gonna. I have a family here, and a great new relationship with my son Ryan and his wife Ashley, and my two grandsons Noah and Liam. They are four and two years old now. I can’t wait to see everyone again on Thanksgiving this year. My daughter has not forgotten how bad it was when I was a fucking drunk most of the time, and now that her mom and me aren’t married anymore too. I don’t even want to go to what she thinks about me marrying Marcus, so let’s not go there. I got a beautiful son who has forgiven me and who really wants a dad back. Good old Pops gets to be a part of my family too, he’s the grandfather my kids never had from my side, and Bill and Tony are like great uncles too. How could life not be so fucking beautiful now, I have the love of my life by my side and a whole new family that loves me as much as I love them. Hey, I should stop here while I’m ahead, huh! Nah, I got more stuff to tell you yet and I really need a break from my drafting table.
I have a feeling that I might be the one writing in the blog for a while, at least when I need a break from what I’m doing. Marcus is dead serious about writing his first novel and hopes he can pull it off. I know he can, just look at how much he has written here in the blog he never thought about doing. He took a break from writing recently and made a table of contents for the blog, THANK YOU MARC! I hated trying to go back and find something I wrote before so I wouldn’t bore the fuck outta you guys. I used to just give up and try to remember. Now I can go look at all the chapters, it’s so fucking cool!
I talk to Pops and what I call my uncles, Bill, and Tony lots of times, so I’m gonna put some of what I learned here too. Maybe it will help Marcus if he needs it. Bill is very close to me right after Pops, he’s always asking questions about stuff like I’m supposed to be an expert or something. I think it’s cool that he thinks that though. Tony is in love with Marcus, he can’t get enough of him, I mean it’s really obvious if you just watch him when he’s around Marc. I think he likes me too, but I think he just gives Bill a chance to hang around me more since he has Marc on his mind. I bet he would not agree with me on that, it’s a good thing I don’t havta be jealous of him, or it would be a different story, hahah.
I wrote the next part before I wrote this section. I don’t have a clue how to be a proper writer, so I write stuff that comes into my head and then put it away until the next time I have time to write. The hard part is trying to figure out where to put all the little things I write so it makes sense. Anyhow, you are now warned how I write, be kind to me, I have feelings you know, someplace inside me, yeah I think.
IT’S POOL-TIME FOR HORNY NAKED GUYS
We had so many weeks when it was over 100 degrees outside, sometimes over 110 degrees too. I gotta tell you about one of those days when Bill and Tony were here spending time with Pops and us, but mostly Pops. We were all in the pool just farting around, I think it was lunchtime when it’s not so hot here. Anyway, I guess I was in one of my moods, not a bad mood, just a kinda horny mood. I mean, there were five of us all naked dudes in the pool together, you know, one of those moods you can get in, well, I can get into. Like I said, anyway, back to the pool or getting outta the pool. I was the first one out and I grabbed my towel to dry off and then I was gonna watch everyone still in the pool, at least I thought so.
When I dried off good enough, I put my towel on the new rocking and swiveling chairs we bought for the patio this year, and I sat on it instead of wrapping it around me like we normally do when the guys are with us. Marc was the next to get outta the pool went to grab his towel and headed over to me. He gave me such a look that I just laughed, I knew what the look was for, and I told him don’t say it, just do the same thing as me. It’s funny, we all have been swimming naked for a very long time now, but when we all get out of the pool, we wrap the towels around ourselves and hang around and talk, and usually drink some wine. Not me though.
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| I could never forget those late nights! |
I told you I was in one of my horny moods and I missed the times when we all got together like that day in the pool. To tell you the truth now that I think about it, I didn’t have a nasty plan, I think I wanted to see who would follow what I was doing. That’s not normal for us when the guys are here, we usually just hang around the covered patio wrapped in our towels until we go in to get dressed. Could it get any more boring? Nope.
Anyhow, Tony followed Marcus coming outta the pool next, he grabbed his towel and walked over to where we were sitting, he took one long look at the way we looked and dropped his towel right in front of Marcus. If I remember right, Tony was the first of the three guys that got naked with us in the pool long ago. Probably because he’s the biggest horn-dog of the bunch of us; no, he’d come in a good second though, right after me, hahah.
Tony was mostly staring at the way Marc was sitting in the chair, and obviously loving what he was seeing, which made Marc quickly cross his leg trying to cover up a bit. Tony told me still looking at Marc, and said, “Tell Al that I can still see his wiener, you know.” I havta give Marc credit to make it even funnier, he uncrossed his leg and used both hands to cover his privates. Tony was on a roll and wasn’t about to stop, he told Marc, “You really didn’t need both hands to do that you know.” When Tony is in one of his horny moods, he can be hilarious to be around; I love it when it happens. Anyway, Marc was playing with him now and then tried to show Tony that only one hand just wasn’t enough to cover up what he has down there. I was so happy that Marc was going to have a good time with all the ribbing. By the time Pops joined us, Marcus was back to manspreading just like me, much to Tony’s delight, I’m sure. Anyway, I figured that I’d be hearing something about this day later on.
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| Tony's "Johnson" shelter |
Marcus told me a long time ago, that too many “straight” guys use “cock-sucker” to describe gay men. Too bad, those guys don’t know what they are missing, hahah. I heard my partners at work say all kinds of nasty things about gay men, I never knew why they had to do that. But I got into the habit of repeating what I heard them say, and I used a lot of that homophobic shit to cover what I was starting to feel about Al when I first met him a hundred years ago. I thought it worked until I read what Marcus wrote about what our wives suspected about me. Oh well, old news anyway.
Anyhow, you gotta know that was the next thing I had to ask the guys; do they have special names for their penises. You betta believe I did it too. I like learning all kinds of stuff I never got to learn when I was younger. I’ll tell you what they told me after I finish this little story. Anyway, I’m getting a lot like Marcus; my mind goes for a walk when I’m writing for the blog and what just got into my head, make think about other stuff to tell you about, try not to hate me.
Okay back to the game I was playing with the guys. I was really getting into seeing Tony, the naked chubby bear with a sheltered dick, just standing carefree sunning himself in front of us. I never told Marc the whole idea because I didn’t really know where it would go anyway, but he played along with me. The first thing to come outta Tony’s mouth was that he was cool with the view we were giving him, that we were “eye-candy” for him. I kinda figured that anyway, but he was only a part of the fun. I told him that he was a great looking bear himself and I was enjoying the view myself. Marc didn’t say a word, not yet.
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| That's our handsome Pops! |
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| Bill is the over 80 years-old stud! |
Tony spoke up first and said, “You notice what doesn’t look like the rest?” Bill said, “Yeah… so? I kinda figured that Tony was gonna come up with something to say next but go figure it was our Pops. He told Bill, “What are you trying to hide pal? A stiffy?” I wasn’t expecting that from him, but it was funny, and it really tickled Tony that Pops came up with that, so he gave him a high five which Pops gave him back. Not to be topped by his buddies, Bill answered back with, “Maybe I am, at least I still can get them you know!” Bill laughed the loudest, but we all joined in with him. Good for him, he was having fun at his own expense. Well, he did finally drop his towel and said, “Everybody, happy now?! You made it go away!” Yeah, sure that’s what made it go away, hahah.
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| Tony being Tony! What else can I say? |
I know it’s a silly story, but what made it cool for me was it happened at all. I had all these ideas of what older guys might be like, I guess. What did I know, Pops was the first older man I’ve ever known well, I haven’t been living under a rock as some might think, but I just never had anyone older than Marcus in my life. Seeing older men acting like us is so cool to see, and it gives me an idea that as we grow older, I hope we never forget how these men let us see a part of themselves we never expected to know about.
These wonderful men have let us see the future for ourselves if we don’t screw it up. I love thinking about them as horny dudes, just older than us. Marc and me have no problem in the horny department at all, and I will make sure that it never turns into what we both had before when we were married to our wives. If I was still married to Ellen, in September we would have been married for 38 years. Marc wasn’t married as long as that to Lisa but what we both shared was a sex life that we didn’t want to talk about. That’s not a problem for us anymore, and it’s gonna stay that way!
I just remembered I was gonna tell you what the guys call their penises, sneaky way to make you read more of my stuff, huh. Well, I told you, Tony had a “Johnson,” to be polite, but loved “trouser snake” best. I can see him saying that, but it’s not true, sorry Tony. Bill said that his wife named it his “Willy,” I guess it was short for William which is his name anyway. Bill said he didn’t really have a regular name for it but used, “hose” sometimes and when he was hard, it was his “woody.” Pops said he used “dong” and “pecker” but he doesn’t use either of them anymore, he’s been using “dick” for years. Marcus says he’s always liked “dick” over any other name and used “penis” most of the time. Now for me, I’d love to tell you I had the best one of all. I could lie and tell you it was “pocket rocket” or “snake” but it was mostly “cock” the one word that Marc hates and I know why now, so I use “dick” just like him. Like Marc hates “cock,” I hate “junk.” My penis and balls are not “junk” they are way better than junk! Maybe most men needed a short word to use for their man parts? Ya, like “junk,” give me a break! Or a better word.
POPS LOVES ME BEST! I’M NEVER GONNA SAY SECOND BEST!
That little story made me think about writing something about Pops and me and how we can act at times. Now it’s been hot as hell around here for so long, but with the AC on almost all day and part of the night, it is easy to be more like our normal selves inside. Anyhow, I don’t know if any of that makes sense to the story yet, but sometimes Pops comes into the Family Room to watch TV by himself, or sometimes with us or me if Marc is writing in his office. We all have our own easy chairs that recline but we also have a matching small couch, a loveseat they call it, although it’s kinda small for our kind of lovemaking, hahah. Once in a while Pops likes to sit on that instead of his easy chair. Sometimes when I see that, I ask if I can join him on the loveseat; of course it’s okay with him. That’s when I snuggle up to him and lay my head on his shoulder which makes him put his arm around me and pulls me closer to him. When I get like that, it’s easy to call him “dad” for me instead of Pops. I don’t think it’s an accident, I really like thinking about him as my dad. Anyway, most of the time he calls us both “son.”
I remember one afternoon with him like that, I just needed some “dad-time,” with him and he gives us as much as we want. I was in the mood to talk, and I guess he was too, because we talked for a long time. I started out leaning on his huge shoulders at first and after he wrapped his arm around me, I just turned over a bit and laid my head on his belly looking up at the ceiling and sometimes trying to catch a look at his face to see if he was into that with me. Who am I trying to kid, he’s always into something like that with us. I asked him if he remembered the time me and Al met him at his office for lunch downtown. He told me he remembers everything about us, no fear. I said, so then you remember when you told your secretary me and Al were your handsome sons, huh. Of course, he remembered, he remembers everything like he told me. I’m not sure if I ever said much to him about that day, I hope I did, but I was gonna do it that afternoon. I told him he really melted my heart when I heard that come from him. I’ve never had anyone call me handsome or a son before. That’s kinda a lie that he doesn’t know much about, Marcus always calls me handsome, but it was so nice hearing it from someone who didn’t expect much back from me. At least I thought that at the time. He said he meant it and is always so proud of the two of us. I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but I’ll take it. I told him, I’ll always think of him as my dad, the best dad of all. Even though I’m not a kid anymore, hell, I’ll turn 58 this December, I’m so happy that I have a dad, and my kids love him as a grandfather or great grandfather.
I coulda just laid in his lap forever that afternoon, but I have so much I want to do yet. As I got up from his lap, I stopped and gave him a big kiss on the cheek and a hug even though it was kinda awkward in the position we were in. I always feel so good inside when I have my special time with Pops, it gives me what I need to get back to work.
Marc doesn’t need to worry about the relationship I have with our Pops, he’s always gonna be number one for Pops, I can live with being number two for him, I’m the youngest guy here anyway. I was thinking after I wrote this part, that Pops and his buddies have known Al since before he was born. Bill told me all about the band and that Marc’s mom was the first band wife pregnant and “Little Squirt” as they called him, was the only kid for a few years too. You gotta know I had to know why they picked that name for him, right? Marc told me he never knew that story until I told him about it. Anyhow, after Al was toilet trained, and that was when he was a little over one-years-old. That once he was outta diapers, if he had to pee when they were outside he’d just pick a spot and pee, just like the little garden marble water sculpture where the water pours outta his little marble dick. I think that story is so cute, and it ain’t going away from my mind any day soon! Remember his story on our first trip together, pissing off the porch of the cabin at night? Hahah, only that time he wasn’t a “little squirt” at all. I know, I was there doing the same thing, oh we had so much fun getting to know each other in a whole new way.
I just mentioned Bill, one of the three men that we always talk about. Bill is kinda like having another dad or better, a really cool fun uncle. We get along really special together, he is always asking me relationship stuff all the time, like I’m supposed to know shit like that, or something. If I had to pick one of the three most like me, or the old me as Mark, that would be Bill. I don’t mean looks like me, other than for guy over 80 years old, he’s in damn good shape, and doesn’t look his age. Okay, before I get in trouble with anyone reading this and is over 80, compared to Pops and Tony, he just hasn’t aged the same way. God, I hope that gets me outta trouble!
I do the best I know how to do when I answer anything about loving another man after being married to a woman for so long. Bill and Tony have this thing that is hard to describe since we don’t get all the information from them. Knowing Tony, that old horn dog will hump anything in front of him! Man, I’m glad he’ll never read our blog, I don’t think he’d like the way I describe him to you guys. He’s a fucking cool dude, don’t think anything else, it’s just I never thought someone over 80 would be like that. He gives us great hope for the future, for sure.
From what Bill has told me in confidence, he is having kinda a hard time dealing with his feeling for Tony. Tony wants a lot more from him than he thinks he can give him. Bill said he never had sexual feelings for anyone but his wife, not even a little bit. But he loves his buddies, but not sexual and that’s what Tony wants more than anything else. I asked him straight out; did he ever give in and have some kind of sex with Tony? He said, “Yes, and that’s the trouble, he doesn’t understand why it was so easy to give in to Tony.” He also told me that Tony has not pushed him into anything that he didn’t want to try himself. And that was the problem, he doesn’t know why he wanted to try stuff like they’ve been doing for a while. Anyhow, I asked him if he enjoyed any of it or was it stressful for him. Nope, he liked the way he felt except for afterwards when he felt a little guilty. I asked him why he felt guilty, he’s been a widower for some time now, he shouldn’t feel like he’s cheating at all. He said he knew, but it kinda nags at him afterwards. Maybe Bill should see a therapist for a while so he can get on with his life without his late wife.
I did tell him about how me and old Al were cheating on our wives ourselves. But once we started it was impossible to quit. And when there would be a few weeks between our time together, it was a living hell for us. I also told him that during that time, our wives had this thing going on themselves, except for a much longer time than us. It would have been so much easier for us if we knew that from the start. At least I think so.
Bill wanted me to tell him how it all started between us so he could compare it to what he was going through himself. I’m not going to tell you stuff I told him that’s already been written in the blog; if you are new to us, you should go read the first chapters Marcus wrote about that time. To tell you the truth, there’s very little about our story that could help him with Tony. Other than them having a friendship that goes back decades and common careers, both were super-straight married men, Bill was married for his whole life, and Tony was married and divorced lotsa times since he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. I’d say the part about Bill and me that is the same, is that we were both married to our first loves and married forever, and that we both kept our dicks in our pants, well kinda. Okay, as far as I know, Bill kept his dick in his pants, I kinda didn’t, anyone reading our blog knows that. Ya, but it was only for Marcus, that oughta count for something, right?
I BET YOU GUYS NEVER EXPECTED TO READ ABOUT THIS
I don’t think we’ve told you guys about my old house next door after our ex-wives moved out and to their downtown loft in Sacramento. I can almost guess that some of you have figured out that our Pops has something to do with it too. You’d be right on the money there.
Pops bought the place and plans on it being a guest house for any of us, and a sometimes place he can call his own. I’m not sure why he’d do that since it’s way too big for a single guy. Well, there’s his buddies and my old house has three master-like bedrooms, you know each with its own bathroom. Plus, there is another bedroom downstairs that I used as my “Man Cave” until they destroyed it for a home office, and then fourth bathroom off the living room area; that’s a lotta bathroom cleaning if you are counting. Anyway, it would work for him and his buddies as a second place to hang out though. Not that they don’t hang out here lots of times too. I know Pops is concerned that they don’t give me and Marc enough time to be alone when they are here. Fuck, I enjoy their company and if we want private time, this fucking house is huge with a lotta hiding places. Besides, we have this great bedroom and bathroom with our own hallway and wing of the house. You can’t get more private than that. You know how I feel about having older guys around me by now, but I guess if they want their own place near us, it’s only next door and a short walk from the garage. Pops says that my kid and his family can stay there for any of their visits, especially when Thanksgiving comes up in November. Pops is flying everyone out here for the holiday and our first wedding anniversary. I bet he tries to convince them to hang around until Christmas too. Knowing Pops, he could pull that off better than anyone else I know.
Since our ex’s emptied their house into their new loft, Pops hired a decorator to fill the place with furniture and is working on upgrading anything that needs upgrading. Yeah, he’ll find a lotta stuff in that category. I was struggling just to get everything Ellen wanted me to do to the place when I was living there. I know the kitchen could be helped if they just gut the whole thing and start from scratch. I kinda hope he does that, after seeing our kitchen here, that should be the first thing to go.
There have been sometimes when the three men have stayed in that house overnight planning on what to do with it and the backyard which is big and mostly large boulders and oak trees that were not destroyed building the place. I bet Pops puts in a pool too. I wanted a pool until I saw what Al had next door and we became such great friends. Me and Ellen spent more time at Al and Lisa’s place than our own, at least we got invited a lot.
EVERYONE LOVES A NAKED JOE STORY; I KNOW I DO!
Yeah, it was a long time gone and not seeing our old buddy, Joe. He still comes to work on the pool every week, and Pops took care of business while we were out of the country for so long. Anyway, we’ve been back home working on our new projects but that didn’t stop us from spending time with Joe in the morning. When the weather wasn’t hot enough to fry an egg on the cool deck, we did get to spend a little time in the pool with him when it was only the three of us here.
You should know by now that if you're in the pool at our place, you better be naked, it’s the rules! I think Joe might not be cool with Pops seeing him in the pool with us that way when he’s supposed to be working here. Joe set it up with us long ago that he would book us more time together in case we all wanted to just sit and talk or jump into the pool. If Pops is not around the kitchen for coffee and donuts on Tuesday mornings with us, Joe will ask if he’s here or will come outside if we are in the pool. Actually, it’s a kinda silly question since Pops is always in the kitchen when Joe comes over, if he is not in the kitchen, he’s at the other house with Bill and Tony. I asked him if he was kinda afraid of what Pops might say or think, that’s when I heard him say he wanted to be professional in our Pops eyes. I guess, being a good friend of ours who’s cool with the naked thing with us is not professional enough.
Anyway, we have had a few times this summer in the pool with him, but sometimes it’s been just me and Joe. Marc is serious about wanting to write a book and he’s been trying so hard to come up with just the right words. I know it’s driving him crazy getting it just right. If he was writing this on a typewriter with paper, the room would be full of crunched up paper. It’s a good thing he can use a digital typewriter. Anyway, back to me and Joe.
When it’s just Joe and me in the pool, he kinda likes being touchy-feely with me. I kinda figured that was gonna be a thing one day a long time ago. Like sometimes after we compete against each other with laps, which he always wins, no, I don’t let him win, I try hard, but I’m not built like a swimmer, I guess. It was this summer when Joe started putting his arm around my neck or back and then pulls me in for a big hug for having a good lap competition. Maybe he feels guilty always winning, no problem, I’ve never been that good of a swimmer anyway. It was just the last time he was here that something new happened when he went in for the hug. I should say that I like hugs so I don’t push him away, maybe I should because of what happened the last time.
If you remember something I’ve written in the past about my balls being poked by Marc’s towel-hanger boner when we hugged sometimes, it happened again, only this time it was from Joe. That was a first ever and it fucking scared me to tell you the truth. I shoulda figured one day I was gonna see him with a boner, I just knew it. I love this guy as my friend and buddy, but I get everything I’ll ever need from Marcus. What kinda scares me more than Joe getting a boner with me, is that I didn’t push him away when it poked me like it did. And Joe didn’t freak out about it at all, in fact when we broke from that hug, his hand was down where it shouldn’t have been, on my dick. Maybe he wanted to see if I was hard or not, I was not, at least not yet. I mean he wasn’t like trying to jack me off or something, but his hand kinda stayed down there a lot longer than I expected. Maybe if I tried to grab his dick, who knows what would happen next, right? Don’t worry Marc, it would never happen.
Well, my dick kinda did start to spring to life on its own, and I couldn’t stop it from happening. I never tried to stop a boner from happening in my life, so how was I gonna figure out how to stop it now. You know, part of me was kinda okay with me getting hard, at least we both had something in common now. Maybe we could just laugh it off, but all the laughing we did, did not make them go away at all!
I can’t say for a sure, but I was thinking that Joe might have been thinking that he was in trouble for what happened to the both of us, I mean both of us still had boners that weren’t going anywhere soon. I figured it was gonna need to be me to make it better for him, I’m not gonna lose a good friend over something that just sorta happened without planning it. Anyhow, I figured maybe I could break the ice a bit by telling him that I always wondered how big his dick got when it was hard, and now I know. Yes, I did say something like that to him, why not, something had to make us feel better about that soon. He didn’t say anything, but I got a big-ass grin from him, that counts as a saying something in my book.
When he finally did say something to me, it was about how he wondered about guys like Al and me when we got hard, he kinda figured that we would get a lot bigger than what we looked like soft. It’s a good thing that I was the one hearing that and not Marcus, or we’d be back to the old grower/shower shit again! Yes Joe, we get a lot bigger than what you normally see us looking like in the pool. I did not tell him that, but I was thinking it at the time. What I did tell him was, “You ought to see how small it can get when we hit icy water! It still gets ginormous!” And I laughed my ass off. I like our dicks just fine the way they are. But I can appreciate looking at a huge dick sometimes, doesn’t mean I want one for myself.
Anyway, I could see Joe was digging an even deeper hole for himself the more he tried to say, so I started laughing and said, “I bet you never saw a boner pointing to the sky like mine does, huh?” He laughed and thanked me for saying that since he wanted to say something but knew he was in big trouble already. I told him to forget about it, what trouble, we are both just guys, besides we both got an education today. Yeah, but then there was that hand checking out my dick that we never talk about, I don’t think it will ever happen again though.
It came to the time that Joe needed to get his pool work done around here before going to the rest of his customers. Anyway, Joe went to get the pool brush to start working and he wasn’t let’s say, all the way to normal size for him yet. I went to sit down on one of the new swivel chairs we bought and was watching him until my own dick settled down. He was very aware of me watching him, okay so I was staring at him, and that big dick of his was back to life and let’s say not just dangling down as it would normally. I started laughing and he knew why, so he started to wiggle his hips a bit to swing that big bat of his back and forth. We both broke up laughing, and I told him he better quit that, or I’ll make Al come out here and make him watch the show. Joe’s laugh stopped and he got a dead serious look on his face, so I told him I was just kidding, relax. Ya, the mention of Al’s name worked well on his problem, I bet he never lost a boner that fast in his life! He nodded his head back to me that he was okay now and carried on with his cleaning chores. While I was watching him for a few minutes more, I wondered how Marcus would have handled this if it was him in the pool with Joe. Well, at least I was able to get back into the house boner-free myself.
I should really watch what I write about with Joe, so I don’t give Marc a feeling he has to worry about me. Sometimes I almost wish that Joe could be more comfortable around Marcus, but I understand why he doesn’t. Maybe it’s Marc that should make it easier for Joe to not be so concerned about his job here. I mean he’s been here for years; Marc says he’s watched Joe grow up in this job. I hope that doesn’t sound like I want to have an open relationship with Joe and Marcus because I don’t. If Joe did try for that, we’d havta figure out what to do about it. I know one thing for sure, me and Marc don’t need more than what we already have together, besides, I’m not that young myself, you know, hahah.
I think it’s time to get back to my drafting table, got a lot more to design yet. Love you guys and I hope you liked my little story’s today. And I hope it won't be too long before one of us writes another post.
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