SOME STUFF IN MY HEAD THAT I’VE BEEN DEALING WITH LATELY
I want to get something outta my head and maybe writing about it will help me. It has in the past when we were writing more than we have been doing lately. It’s nothing so bad I guess, just something that has been nagging at me for a while, especially after coming back home from being in Mexico for a long time. I mentioned last time that I’ve been doing some volunteering with my free time, like that’s all I have is free time I guess. I’m not working any longer, and that was Marcus too, but not anymore. He’s doing something he’s wanted to do for a long time, get back into teaching. Not art, no, just business courses online at the university. I’m happy for him, really, I am. But he is always busy now, since he writes all his lectures and gets them ready for being online. He’s in the office for hours every day, ya, the same office we both worked together in when I moved in with him during the Covid time.
I remember working in there with him, and how when I would look at him and smile, work stopped for a while and well, we got busy with each other. We wrote about that a lot of times, that special empty corner is still there, but we don’t use it like we did back then. Don’t think that we don’t get along or that sex is outta the picture with us because it’s not. Sometimes I get the idea to see if Marc’s desk drawer filled with condoms is still that way. Back years ago, we didn’t have much of a plan on being clean and ready to have sex whenever, no time for that, condoms worked best.
As I’m writing this, I’m thinking about when we knew that sex was gonna be a part of our lives no matter what gets in the way. That kinda happened way back when we had our first trip alone together in Northern California. How could it not! What we got into with each other at the cabin was so not what we were all about for so many years as best friends. If you’ve read any of the first chapters, you know what I’m talking about.
I don’t know if we’ve ever written about this, we wrote so much stuff that I can’t remember. Something came up when we were in Mexico which is making me think about this now. Sometimes guys ask questions that is none of their business, like who’s the top or bottom in our marriage. Why would it matter to them anyway? I don’t even remember what we said, we might have ignored the question. When I started writing about our time in Mexico, that came back to me again, but I started to think about years ago when sex got to be a big part of our secret lives together. I was married to Ellen for my whole adult life, I never thought about anyone else at all. I never met any guy I’d give two seconds thought to, well until I met Al, that’s how I knew him, not as Marcus until so many years later. I have no idea why he got to me like he did, I had to deal with that for years. Any guy I ever met or dealt with before, was just another guy, that’s it. And then I met Al and I got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, I didn’t want to think it had anything to do with how good looking he was, WTF, I never thought that about a guy before. Even if Ellen spotted a handsome guy and mentioned it to me in passing, it was easy to ignore as a “woman thing.”
Some of my memories of that day are still with me in my mind, like how easy it was to talk to him as a stranger, how he looked directly into my eyes when talking to me and I never wanted to look away. He had a great laugh, a deep voice, and a tan I’d never be able to get as a blond guy who can burn easily in the sun. I could go on, but I’m sure we wrote enough about that already. All this happened on day one of meeting, and we kept our feelings to ourselves for years. All I could come up with is if we ever said anything about our secret feelings we might lose our friendship.
Anyhow, back to tops and bottoms thing, if you knew anything about me back then, how could I ever be anything but a top. I was a straight-acting male with a hard dick most of the time trying to use it on my wife Ellen, sometimes it happened too, hahah. Thinking back to that time in the cabin, when Al and me got together for the first time, I don’t think there was a lot of thinking about anything other than getting naked and getting off somehow. That’s not really correct, we did care a lot about each other, but we had a lotta passion to deal with somehow. You gotta know that passion was gonna end up with fucking. And I really hate saying it that way because it was not just fucking it was real love making. Although today, if one of us is super horny, we might whisper, “I need to fuck you right now!” Or something like that always works.
Well, back at the cabin when we actually got to that point, without thinking I was ready to be the top, it’s what I do, at least I thought so. I also knew from how Al was acting; he wanted that more than anything. It was not hard to notice how turned on Al was with me inside of him, I loved knowing I was making him feel that way. But it didn’t take long for me to start wondering just what he was feeling so strongly. We didn’t do a lot of talking back then, I think we were both afraid of what we might say or something. Anyhow, I did work up the courage to ask him what it felt like with me inside of him, especially cumming inside of him. For once, the guy who had all the words and was willing to use them, it wasn’t easy for him to let me know in so many words. He did offer me the chance to know exactly if I wanted him inside of me. I wanted that and I didn’t care if it was gonna hurt or feel weird, I had to know what it felt like. When we both had time to recover with a short nap, I asked him if he was up for it. One glance down at his dick, said he was more than up for it, hahah.
Compared to what we have today and for all the years since that first time for us, it’s so much better today, but I can remember my first time very well. Considering neither one of us thought about bringing condoms, it wasn’t supposed to be that kind of trip, we were lucky no unfortunate situations happened. Al made sure I was ready to accept him deeply inside of me, it didn’t take long and the first feeling was really strange, but I got over that fast. I had no idea what a good lover was like, I wish I was the first to be the bottom now, then I’d know how to be a better lover. Fortunately, I’m a fast learner and stopped being the old hard dick looking for a warm place to put it and be the kind of lover my best friend was. The only problem I could see for the future is that we both might be perfectly willing bottoms, hahah.
Okay, that was a long time ago now, it was a long time later that I decided to move in with Marcus during that Covid period, his office was all set up for being online, and I didn’t even have what was an office in my house next door. You might want to know how I pulled off the move to Al and Lisa’s place, it was mostly our wives' idea. We didn’t really know that they were having a long-time affair themselves. They were much better at hiding it than we ever were. Besides, we were only next door to each other anyway if anything was needed. Obviously, it wasn’t sex in either house.
We wrote lots about those months already, so I’ll try to write something different. I guess you gotta know that by then I knew all about the blog and how I became Larry and Al became Marcus in the stories. And I suspect that you know the two of us had the best sex ever together. And with the lights on too. I don’t think I ever wrote about how sex with Ellen had to be in the dark, no lights ever. It wasn’t her body that she was hiding, it was mine. Both of our ex-wives are gorgeous women. I mentioned that if I shaved most of my body, my wife would have been much happier. She tolerated some chest and belly hair, but the rest had to go. I did it a couple of times and promised myself never again. Too hard to do and hard to live with the itching as it grows back. I’m the guy who must shave twice a day if I want my cheeks and neck to look clean shaven. I’ll do that if we are going out someplace, but I don’t until I get the look from Marcus that says it’s time.
You know, sex in the dark of the night is not so bad, especially if I wake up and my dick is in a warm mouth. Marcus learned that trick from me if I couldn’t get back to sleep after a pee trip, there was always a lonely dick right next to me needing some warm love, hahah. To date neither one of us ever complained about waking up that way or what came up next. After all the stories I heard from Al about his almost sexless marriage to Lisa, I kinda thought maybe we would end up the same way, Nope, man, I guess all the sex he wasn’t having with Lisa he saved up just for me!
We’ve been pretty open about our sex lives over the years in the blog, I have no idea if it’s anything like other same sex partners, but I’m bringing it up because Marc’s teaching job is taking up so much of his time, or our time together, sounds like I’m a little too whiny, I hope not, I just miss our time together. I know him too well, I know he is a hard worker and he’s okay with that, me too. I know him better than I have ever, but I also know that he doesn’t need to be working to make money. Pops made sure that when Marcus retired, he’d never need to worry about money. I’m doing okay on my own, plus my share of the sale of my house with Ellen has been secured for me by Pops. I just think we can do stuff together more than we have been doing since our return from Mexico. I loved our time away from all the people who know him, all the ones who he can’t come out to yet. Maybe it will be never as long as we continue to live in the Sacramento area. Marc is so different away from here, he is so at peace with himself. We are so openly affectionate with each other and that makes me happy, but not here and that makes me feel sad.
I’m gonna write some stuff about our time in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, as long as it’s not about our honeymoon that he wants to keep private for now. He want’s it to be just ours and not public like our lives have been for years now. Anyway, I picked something to write that I know Marc won’t care that much about and it won’t spoil our private memories for us. But first I want to write a little about the camping trip with my son Ryan that I forgot to write about in my last posting.
SOMETHING THAT I FORGOT TO WRITE ABOUT LAST TIME
If you have read my last chapter about the camping trip with my son Ryan, there was something that happened that kinda bothered me, but I didn’t know how to deal with it. I guess I should start over with this thing. I was happy to be home and be with my husband again, I mean, it was great having time with my kid camping, but there wasn’t my husband in bed with me for a few days. There haven’t been many days in the last few years where me and Marc haven’t shared a bed and all that goes with that.
I was happy to share what Ryan talked to me about and how much fun it is to have a son so kinda grown up and kinda out there on some of his ideas. I guess I wasn’t being all myself when I was telling Marc everything because he said, “what are you holding back about this trip babe?” I made believe I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I can’t pull that shit off with him, he knows me too well by now. Again, he asked me what was troubling me, and that it can stay only in our room and not to worry about whatever it was.
I took Marc’s hand in mine while we were seated on our bed and started to tell him about how Ryan loved the new large tent and equipment I bought, and that he reminded me of how uncomfortable it was for him to sleep in the small backpacking tent for two the last time, especially having to sleep in his clothes in a tight sleeping bag. He told me that he hoped I wouldn’t mind but he was gonna sleep naked like he always does and if it is a problem for me, I can look the other way. Marc said that at least he takes after his two dads, huh. I told Marc that I told Ryan no problem because I sleep the same way. Marc said like father like son and I kinda laughed a little bit. And then he said, “What’s the problem, so you both like to sleep naked, pretty typical behavior for guys.”
I told him what was bothering me didn’t happen there, it kinda hit me driving back home. I figured I better tell him everything, even if it was gonna make him laugh at me. I told Marc about the first morning when I woke up uncovered and all tied up in a sheet knot. Marcus laughed and said, “I could have told you that was going to happen, you know I should make a video of how you sleep in our bed.” I told Marc it wasn’t just about my tossing and turning and getting all tied up in a sheet knot, it was that I wasn’t as embarrassed as I should have been, I guess. Marcus said, “Why be embarrassed since my kid suggested the lack of attire for the night.” I told him it wasn’t only because I was all tied up in a knot, I also had a serious morning hard-on with the need to pee real bad. Again, with the laughing, Marc said, “At least your kid now knows you have a working dick.” And continued laughing big time. It was kinda funny I guess.
Okay, now I’m getting the feeling that I should have kept this all to myself. I guess my face was showing that so, Marc apologized for making fun of it. He said he was only trying to make me feel better about the situation. Anyhow, we got this far into the story, so I told him what Ryan said to me when he saw my boner, he said that he was surprised at the size of the thing considering. “Like considering what,” I asked him. He said that we, ya, that means you too Sweetbabes, we’re kinda on the smaller side, compared to himself. Marc must have thought all of this was just a hoot because he was laughing again and said that Ryan wasn’t the only one who got the huge boner show from you, kinda reminding me of the time in the backyard with Pops, Tony, and Bill. At least Marcus said that now my kid can be proud of his dad’s impressive dick size. Okay, that wasn’t one of the things I was thinking about at the time, too bad I didn’t. I guess it was more about how natural things are with my kid, he can just say and do things that I would need to think about for a long time before doing anything myself.
I told Marc that Ryan said he had been in a few same sex relationships himself but wasn’t bi-sexual, something else, pan-sexual. Marcus said he knew that part already since Ryan talked about it sometime ago. And that back when he first joined us in the pool, everything he did suggested that he was comfortable doing it with us watching him. Marc wanted to know what I was getting at, was I upset that my kid saw me with a boner, or that he was comfortable being naked with me? I told him that I don’t really know for sure. How is a father supposed to act around an adult kid, is it okay to think that is normal or something? Marc said that answer is up to me that he’d love to have his son even talk to him, let alone spend time in a tent with me, and sometimes naked together. That I have a great kid and stop worrying about stuff like that, Ryan wasn’t having a problem, right?
Getting to talk this out with Marc made me think more about what really was bothering me. Anyhow, I just blurted out to him, I really liked being naked with Ryan the entire time we were talking in the tent that morning. We just never bothered to get dressed until way later. Seeing him all bare ass naked just sitting on his bed so comfortable, expecting me to be just as comfortable, was kinda a turn on. Isn’t that kinda fucked up, like he’s my kid, that’s something stupid, right? I fought every urge I had to just cover up because I figured he would think I didn’t approve of him being that way around me. It wasn’t the naked thing as much as how much I liked being that way with him. He’s my kid, but I missed all the growing up kid stuff, and we connected as adults, I should get over this thing. I’m glad that Marcus dragged it outta me. He knew it wasn’t something to laugh about and let me keep talking about it until it made more sense to me. I don’t know if I should talk to Ryan about my feelings, but I am happy I talked to Marcus first, I might talk to Ryan about it one day, but not right now.
You know, I don’t have a fucking clue how to be a good dad, and I don’t want to screw it up all over again. Maybe my kid is trying to teach me how to be the dad he needs me to be. I trust him and I love that he is so comfortable around me, it’s a real gift that he has given me, and I want to deserve it.
Oh well, now it’s time to tell you about some of the trips we took to Mexico and why we haven’t been posting new chapters in a long time.
BEAR WEEK TIME IN PUERTO VALLARTA, MEXICO
I wrote a whole bunch of stuff about our honeymoon in Mexico, but when I told Marcus that I did that he wanted me to hold off posting it for a while longer. I asked him why he thought that and he said, it’s our honeymoon, maybe we can keep it to ourselves for a while longer. Now I felt bad thinking about writing it without asking him first. Anyway, he said that one day we could talk more about it, why not, but after a while. So, I saved everything I wrote for another chapter one day in the future. It was kinda long so, it won’t take much work to get it ready to post I guess. Anyhow, there was something that happened to me last year that I can write about that really doesn’t have anything to do with our honeymoon. Well, I don’t think so.
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| Zona Romántica of PV and the beach at Playa Los Muertos |
IT WAS JUST A FEW DAYS BEFORE THE ACTUAL 2025 BEAR WEEK IN PV
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| The Mantamar Beach Club at Playa Los Muertos as Bear Week Begins |
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| The Mantamar Beach Club at Playa Los Muertos During Bear Week |
The picture with less men was like the day I am writing about, however, by the time we left for the day, the pool looked more like the one with more men. You ought to see how it really looked during bear week, that picture is coming up below. And yes, we were not in that group!
I can’t say we didn’t know about the big bear party that goes on in late January and early February in Puerto Vallarta, because we’ve been told about checking it out since we were gonna be there during those months. I don’t even know how to start writing about seeing so many men having so much fun together, but I’ll try.
We were told about the Zona Romántica of PV and the beach at Playa Los Muertos and wanted to visit that area. We were not staying there, we were in a more private place with amazing views, but I’ll tell you more about that place when I post about the honeymoon someday. We managed to visit the Almar Resort before the Mantamar Bear Week started for real, but we were not the only guys there, lot’s of guys wanted to get a head start on the crowds that will be arriving. We were warned that the place would be like nothing we have ever seen before. Before you think we took the pictures I’m using, I found them when I Googled about the Bear Week down there. I didn’t even take my iPhone, where would I put it in my Speedo? Anyway, the pictures give you an idea of how many men were there for a week.
The day we were at the Almar Resort was beautiful, great weather just kinda balmy and the humidity was hardly noticeable. There were a lot fewer men in the pool area than I’m showing here, but still a lot of bears of all types.
I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN
I was hanging with Marcus on the side of the pool area; he had a conversation going on with two guys that looked a lot like him. They got into a conversation that I wasn’t interested in, that’s my way of saying, I couldn’t understand any of it, so I kinda turned away from them and started looking into the growing crowd of men in the shallow pool area. I could still hear them talking behind and totally ignoring me as well. Anyway, I noticed this kinda cute guy with a trimmed beard a lot like mine, and a belly not like mine at all, pointing over to my direction to the group he was with. I kinda thought he was pointing at me though. I looked around me to see if it was someone else, but it looked like it was gonna be me. Just in case I was wrong, I pointed to myself, and he shook his head as a big yes, it was me. Okay, now what do I do? He made that easy for me, he started to wave at me to come over to him, and then he made it easier by starting to walk over to meet me in the middle.
Well, I had nothing else to do for a while Marc was into his conversation, so I started walking towards him. I looked over my shoulder at Marc and waved at him to let him know I was moving away but was still gonna be in eye contact with him. When I reached the guy, he looked back at his group and gave them a thumbs-up, yeah, now I figured what did I just get myself into here. Well, whatever it is, it’s gonna be better than just standing around with no one to talk to for a while. He offered me his knuckles as a greeting, I thought that thing was over by now, but I returned the knuckle bump and we both said, “Hi!” It seemed to work good enough for us.
In the brief time that it took meeting each other, I sized him up as about my 5’ 8” height. Currently, I’m a little over 200 pounds with a Marcus approved, softer belly than I ever had before, but to be nice about it, this guy’s weight came from a lot softer body than mine. People might call him a little chubby, but not really that heavy. Anyhow, he certainly was the kind of guy I have always been comfortable hanging around with.
I asked him why he was pointing me out to his friends; I didn’t know what else to say at the time. He told me that it was not hard to notice the only blond-haired guy with muscles in the pool area, and the guys figured I was a bleached blond surfer-dude from California. I told him he was right about California, but any surfing days were long gone. And they were very wrong about the bleached part. He quickly said, oh there was no question that I was a natural blond, especially now that I was so close to him. He told me that everyone in the group he was with were also from California, but they all just met down in PV.
Once we got past the small talk, he said, “I can’t believe you actually came over to meet me!” I asked him why he would think that about me. He said, “Look at you, you’re fucking gorgeous and I’m a nothing burger!” I thought to myself, I gotta remember the ‘nothing burger’ thing to use one day. I told him he was super cute and why would he think I’d ignore him. He just shook his head in disbelief and asked me if he could hug me. Now I love hugs, but I didn’t answer him, I just gave him a bear hug which kinda blew his mind, I’m sure. When the hug ended his right hand kinda landed on my left bicep and stayed there for a while. I was not gonna ask him if he’d like to see me flex it like I have done in the past, I just wasn’t gonna do that! I looked at his hand, and it slipped away, but not before he complimented me with, “I still can’t believe I’m here talking to you yet.” I laughed a little bit and said something nice for him to remember. I told him without thinking it through, that I didn’t think I’d meet such a cute guy myself. I kinda meant it too because he really was. You guys might know me well enough that I don’t have much experience with being a really social guy, I say what I feel like is right, but it might not be. After writing this part the best that I remembered, I can see that maybe I was letting this cute guy think that the two of us were going to have some good times together.
I really don’t remember if I was paying that much attention to what I was saying to him at the time, I was happy to have met someone so nice to talk to, especially one that made me feel good about my choices that day, like wearing my brightly colored Speedo brief, or as Marcus refers to it as my “banana hammock.” You know, it took me years to come to terms with my body and self-image, in Mexico I was able to break through all the shit I put on myself over the years. Marcus is the only person I would not want to embarrass because of what I did or said. He knew what bathing suits we were packing for the trip, he has worn some of the Speedos we have, and I think he looks hot in them, he doesn’t though. He still sees the overweight guy he used to be in the mirror. He’s not ready to give that up as much as I am ready to give up my own crap. I put on the Speedo I planned on wearing at the beach that day, he said it made me look way too hot! Hahah, yay hot! He also said I better pray I don’t get a boner while wearing it too. He on the other hand picked one of the ‘old man’ swimsuits to wear, well no fear of turning anyone on with that thing. When I saw it on him, I remembered back years ago when I only used board shorts in the pool with him, and how much he hated that I did that. I just think that Marc is way hotter than he thinks he is and maybe one day he’ll know it too.
Anyway, back to my pool story, he quickly grabbed my hand before I knew what was going on and asked me to follow him back to over where his group of guys was. By this time, I was sure he had proved he could take a dare and now was going back with his prize to show me off to them. Yeah, I was good with that, it probably took a lot of guts to do what he did, I’m proud of him for being brave enough to do it.
When we got to the group of guys, maybe seven or eight of them, mostly middle-aged like me I’d say. They all seemed like nice guys, I’m assuming mostly gay because of the bear party, but I was told, a lot of straight guys show up too. The way these guys were acting around me, I figured a couple were trying too hard to sound super straight, and the rest had no problem acting openly gay, much like the cute guy that came to get me there. One thing for sure, every one of them qualified to be called a bear in my book. Some of those guys were pretty hairy themselves, but not as much as me. No one in the group was wearing a Speedo, but there were some in the pool close by that maybe shouldn’t have been wearing one. However, I did get some complements on the Speedo and quite a few comments about my physical shape. One of the guys said, “You are amazing looking” and another guy said, "It must have taken a lot of workout time to get that way.” I told them it took a long time to go from stick-skinny to the body I have now. One voice in the group said, “Kinda figures that you were never fat like us.” I said back, “It’s all in what you want the most for yourself, you can get it if you really want it.” I don’t think there were any believers in the group though.
Sometimes I surprise myself with what comes outta my mouth at times. As far as I’m concerned, these guys are all hot looking bears. And I think most of them are okay with that, a couple may not feel that way and I understand that too. I told them I have always been attracted to bear type men, but not to those who look like me. Ya, I could see no one was buying that I wasn’t attracted to muscle bears. I think I am a little bit, but I didn’t want to admit that to them.
I told them a short version of why I have a soft spot in my heart for the heavier guys, and they all listened quietly. One guy said that he couldn’t imagine me as a skinny kid ever and all the bullying I had to deal with. A couple of guys said they were bullied too as fat kids, and it was hard to deal with. I guess I should tell you that the guy who brought me over to the group of men, still had his arm around my back and was sticking close to me, like I was his prize and he wasn’t gonna lose it to anyone. I was now getting a little afraid that maybe I gave him the feeling I was single and ready to mingle with him. I have a habit of looking people directly into their eyes when I talk to them, it’s something I have done for years, and I don’t trust anyone who won’t look back at me when they are speaking to me. If I see them looking at the floor or around the room, I automatically think that they are not telling me the truth or are trying to cover up something.
I have read someplace recently, that gay guys check eye contact as a clue to know if someone else is gay or not. I’ve been looking into everyone’s eyes that I’ve talked to, as far as I’m concerned, I’m as gay as they come now and have a sexy husband to prove it too.
I did spend a little more time than I figured I was gonna with them, there’s nothing really to write about except that after the stories about bullying, someone called out, “Group hug everyone!” I do like me some hugs, but a group hug was gonna be a new one for me. No question where my new friend was, he was attached to my left side and never released his arm from around my back side. I put my arm around his neck as my part of the group hug and got a little kiss on my left cheek from him. And then everyone moved in much closer to make it happen.
There were a couple of guys hugging from behind me and then I felt a hand reach around to my stomach and began to flat-hand rub the hair on my belly up and down, that’s one of Marcus’ moves that I love, I almost thought it was him behind me. Actually, I really hoped it was because that hand stopped rubbing my belly and reached down to grab my Speedo hammock of goodies. That really pissed me off, what the fuck! At least take me out for dinner or something! I’m joking now about it, but I was more than pissed off at the time. I didn’t say anything out loud, but I quickly pushed his arm away from me. I didn’t want to start something with them, and who knows, maybe that’s something they do with each other sometimes. I don’t give a fuck what they do with each other, but leave my junk alone, that belongs only to me and Marcus. I didn’t turn around to look at which one was the guilty guy, I didn’t want to know, but I know it wasn’t my new friend.
At that point, I wanted out of there and back to my husband, I blurted out, “My husband must be wondering where I am, so I better get back to him now.” I didn’t think this out too well, I just wanted to get the fuck outta there, but my new pointing finger friend looked almost depressed, nah, he looked depressed. He never looked at my hand; there’s a ring on my finger for a reason. I bet he was making plans for the night with me; I don’t know what he was thinking, but I knew my being married was not it. His hand slipped away from my back finally, but I felt so bad for not being up front with him, that as I left the group, I gave him a kiss on his cheek and said it was nice to meet him. And then I told him that he was not a ‘nothing burger,’ he was a ‘something burger’ worth having. He smiled back at me, but couldn’t say anything, I think I understand how he might have felt hearing that from me.
I looked up to the direction of where I left Marcus and the guys he was talking to were, but he was alone now. He said later that he had been watching me all the time I was away from him. Now as he was walking over to me, I pointed him out to the group as my husband. One of the guys said loudly, “He’s fucking hot looking too! Figures!” I just ignored the comment because he was right. Marcus has always been very sexy to me, even my ex-wife Ellen said so often, but now he’s my sexy ‘silver fox’ that can get me rock hard fast with just a look. But please not while I’m in this tiny brightly colored Speedo brief, hahah.
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| The Incredible Bear Week Crowd is Gigantic! |
THE BEAR CROWD CONTINUES TO GROW IN SIZE, TIME TO LEAVE!
I gave Marcus a look that he has seen before, it was the one that said, let’s get the fuck outta here! He only got to wave off to the group behind us now. I told him it’s getting way too crowded here and let’s go back to where we were staying because I wanted him more than he thinks. I didn’t tell him right away about my junk getting grabbed by someone in the group until much later. I really got over it by the time I told him, so it kinda became a joke for us. He reminded me of why he didn’t want to wear tiny swim trunks himself, and what I was thinking about by wearing the Speedo brief anyway. He laughed and said if it was him behind me, my junk would not be safe from him at all, that his hand would have been inside the brief instead of outside like that perv. He didn’t stop there; he told me I should have known better what a tiny Speedo could do to a horny guy who sees me in one. That’s when I told him that I kinda knew. He just repeated back, “Kinda knew?! Yet you were going to wear it, no matter what!” I told him, I just wanted to enjoy being someone who was finally not ashamed of his body any longer. Then I told him, “Who knows, maybe next time, I could be like one of those totally naked guys that were in the pool that day.” Marc just looked at me in disbelief and said, “Who the hell is this sexy fucker in the room with me?” I answered him with, “Why the fuck are there still clothes on your sexy body?” I didn’t need to tell him twice. Nope!
I have used “the guy with the pointing finger” and my “new friend” a lot because we never got to the point of telling each other what our names were, that being from California seemed to be good enough. I have never forgotten meeting him and the disappointed face I saw when he learned I was not going to be the man he was meant to have. But I do think it was a positive thing for him to try and do for himself, even if it was only because the guys that were around him pushed him to do it.
SAD UPDATE ON OUR SECOND HOME PROJECT
We did mention in older posts that we were considering building a second home, far away from the current area we live in. That’s where we are discovering the differences between us. I don’t mind the cold and snow that much; I do like spending time at the beach though. I’m okay with where we live and the privacy we have here. I’m not a big fan of weather over 100 degrees though and last June we had more than our share of that shit! I like living in a woodsy area, a lot like the area that started this whole blog years ago. Marcus on the other hand has been talking about off-the-grid island life forever! I could see us there for a vacation but not as a forever house. He also hates the cold, snow, and ice that he fell on in Colorado. So, the Sierra’s are off-limits. We both agree on hating excessive heat, so there’s no reason to build in the valley even if it’s a hundred miles away from here. Anyhow, that project is on the back burner as they say sometimes. We do love our time in Mexico during the winter months, so I can see us doing that more often and we might just buy a house down there instead of renting a house for the season.
I hope you liked my story this time, maybe one day I’ll get to post some more stuff from our time in Mexico.
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