This years love

Good evening boys and girls, I trust you're all happy, well and continuing to enjoy the festive season? Why do people think that Christmas is over? Because it's not, it's still Christmas; admittedly it doesn't really feel like it - once you get past Boxing Day it does just feel like another day, particularly so if you're working. Talking of which is anyone still off work for Christmas? You're real lucky if you are, my baby and I were not so lucky and well, work has kept us apart the last two nights - early starts and late finishes are no good for our love life! Not that I complain, I mean we've been lucky in many respects for the past couple of weeks, we've seen each other lots, almost every night in fact and it's been great. A couple of nights apart won't dampen our spirits any, quite the opposite I imagine, not that we need any inspiration to light our fires, far from it..........

So I've not seen my baby since he left for work Tuesday morning and I won't see him again until tomorrow evening when we both finish work. If you need a reminder tomorrow being New Years Eve, it's scary isn't it? Not New Years Eve, we're both looking forward to it, to going out to the gay village partying and to just being together to see 2010 dawn upon us; oh my gosh a new decade, it's just hit me now. I get quite emotional when I think about, I am now, to think back from last year to this one; how times have changed, how I've changed - from being single, stuck in the closet and somewhat uneasy with my sexuality. And now, well I'm everything I wasn't - openly gay, happy, confident and no longer single, I'm in love with the most beautiful guy, my boyfriend; he has to take a great deal of credit for the change in me. I was going to say the year has just flown by but when I really think back it's been a long and winding to get me to this stage; the change has been momentous and it hasn't been without it's moments. But the good times most definitely outweigh the bad times and my baby he's just held my hand every step of the way; even during the times when I know I didn't really deserve his love he was there for me. Along the way I've learned a great deal about myself and how to treat others; and along the way I've learned to open up and let my baby into my heart and my soul; it made me uneasy at first to be so open and honest with all of my thoughts and all of my life. I'm not a brave person in respect of my private life but I'm so glad that I tried and so glad that I was encouraged to do so; I guess if I wasn't I wouldn't be writing this, I wouldn't be as happy and I wouldn't be so looking forward to tomorrow night. And I know I give too much attention to our sex life, way too much and you may tire of reading such intimate detail; but it's way more than that, it's posts like these that really tell it how it is.........

This is going to sound dumb, but still, it's just so apt that we'll be together to see in the New Year, that we'll be having fun drinking, dancing and partying from one decade into another. I think it will also help that we've not seen each other for a couple of nights, we don't take each other for granted but it just makes us realise even more what we've got; I wouldn't want to be anywhere else - hand on heart, nowhere else. All this and then a whole lot more condensed into one night - for those that don't know my baby or I personally some of the story's within the archive, you'll see how we've grown; but of course there's much more to the story than that, those are just the excerpts I decided to share. The rest of it, well, it's in our eyes - how I love staring into my baby's eyes; it's in our words - those sweet little nothings whispered to one another, the silly text messages and the late night phone calls; but most importantly it's in our hearts - you can't lie to your heart, it tells it's own story and it tells the truth regardlessly.

I may not get the chance to blog again this year, so we'll see you all safely on the other side of 2009; wishing you all a very happy 2010 - be safe and have fun whatever you find yourself doing. Lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

The song's for my baby and I - I hope this years love lasts and lasts. Thanks for everything, I love you to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Beadles about

The following tale is 100% true, I kid you not; you may not believe it because of the outlandish coincidence but hand on heart I've not made it up. You couldn't make it up, you couldn't script my life in this way, it's bizarreness is awe inspiring; that and the fact that my baby was crying with laughter when I told him..........

Today I was working and my mischievousness backfired with spectacular results; it was early afternoon and I popped into Claire's Accessories as they had a sale on and I thought I'd see what earrings they had in the sale whilst I had a spare moment. Not that I really need anymore earrings, I mean I've got loads of them and as I've only got one ear pierced - my right one of course, well I don't need that many. But still in I went and whilst perusing the sale stands I found a handbag, a pink handbag with Princess In Training embroidered in sparkling silver across the front of it; oh gosh I thought how glam and I know just the person who really wouldn't appreciate it. So I bought it, I was stood in the queue waiting to pay for it and talking to one of the sales assistants - I know all the girls in there because I'm a regular, along with the earrings they sell lots of accessories that appeal to my gay side; it's a great place for a gay-boy to shop!

So I was stood chatting away when this guy walks in, well he didn't walk in he minced in - I gauged him at 17 years old, he had bleached blonde hair and even before he opened his mouth it was a given that he was gay; and quite an effeminate one at that, you didn't need a gaydar to work his sexuality out. In fact he was so effeminate he made me look plausibly straight, seriously; I know, but I'm not mocking him here, each to their own and all, I mean the gayer the merrier. (I don't know what that remark means either, I just made it up - the gayer the merrier but it's made my baby laugh some more.) He was with a female friend and he walked up to the sales assistant I was talking to and asked if they sold sterling silver earrings; if you needed any further proof he was gay the brief sentence he spoke did the job. If you were sat in a dark room with a group of strangers and you had to pick the gay-boy out by voice alone, you'd pick him all the time, it was that easy; again I'm not mocking it's just a matter of fact. I don't understand the whole effeminately gay voice thing, seriously it escapes me; I mean those that speak in such tones are so obviously passive, you can just tell by their actions and mannerisms. But, I don't know, honestly and my baby doesn't either; how does having sex with another guy make you speak like that? We don't speak like that, I've been told there's a mistake there - my baby doesn't speak like that (it's not that funny, okay you can have that one, it is quite funny) and we see, hear and speak to lots of gay guys when we go to the village and the vast majority are regular. Anyway, I'm losing track here; and the voice thing is unimportant, I mean as long as he's happy who cares?

The gay-boy minces off to the earring section and I eventually get served; the cashier tells me they've only got huge carrier bags so do I mind not having it bagged, no problem at all I said, or so I thought. Whilst I'm paying the staff observe the gay-boy concealing earrings within his bag, they alert me to the fact so I make my way to the door and wait outside, ready to stop him if need be. A couple of minutes later he comes mincing out with two staff members following him whereupon I get the nod; I make my way over, stop the guy and ask him to return into the store due to allegations that he'd been shoplifting. Then it hit me, here I am stopping a gay-boy for shoplifting whilst holding a pink Princess In Training Handbag in my hand; I bet he was looking around for the hidden camera and waiting for Jeremy Beadle (is he still alive?) to come jumping out whilst the crowd shouted watch out Beadles about!

We took them back into the shop whilst I'm hurriedly trying to stuff the handbag into the pocket of my jacket. I read him the riot act, now listen luvvie I know us gay-boys love our earrings to make us look our best for our darling boyfriends but taking them without paying is very naughty; if you do it again I'll bitch slap you petal! (Sorry, I made that bit up, honestly I did; gosh it's funny though isn't it? I'm making a mockery of this blog with all the mickey taking but it keeps my baby and I entertained.) We went into the back office and were waiting on the Police to show but it was so hot in there that I had to take my jacket off, I was roasting. Unwittingly this showed off the gay pride bracelets that I was wearing, not that I try to hide them; I mean what's the use in wearing gay pride jewellery if you're not proud? It was simply because they didn't go unnoticed with the naughty gay-boy; I could see him telling the girl he was with. Can you imagine what was going through his mind, I've been stopped by the gay-boy clutching a pink Princess In Training handbag, how bad a day is that?

Eventually it all got sorted and I made my way out to give the handbag to it's intended recipient; I bought if for girlfriend, I know I'm very mischievous. But given time I think I could turn her into a Princess, not in looks I might add because she's gorgeous, real straight boy eye candy (I think I may avoid death by putting that in there! I'm only joking, honestly - she really is straight boy eye candy; she's taught me a thing or two on how to please a guy anyway!) but just turn her into a real girly kind of girl. I thought I got the last laugh out of it until I got a text message from girlfriend saying it will take a lot of training to get her to my standard; and I don't think she was being too hard on herself with that remark I think it was squarely aimed at me.

Manufacturers instructions

It was back to work today, for me anyway, after my brief respite over Boxing Day - it was gold dust actually; I'm just so grateful to have been able to take the day off, it was the best Christmas in many a year. We crammed so much fun, laughter and love into one day and a couple of nights; oh gosh we made the most of it, it was brilliant. My baby he's not back in work until tomorrow, which is the Bank Holiday Monday, I state that because my days are all mixed up - I thought it was Monday today, seriously, it's strange how public holidays play tricks with my mind.

Today, well work consisted mostly of checking the sales out, I know I've got a top job; it's such hard work but it was made for me, I mean a gay-boy with a serious shopping habit surrounded by shops, I couldn't ask for anything more. The hard work bit is a joke by the way, I just put it in there in case any of my bosses stumble upon this blog and seeming as I've now highlighted the fact I may well have not bothered in the first place. Anyway my concentration was so intense on trying to find a bargain, like I need any more clothes or anything else for that matter, that I forgot to get the basics. Whilst I'm on I did find a bargain, I bought a pink jumper from River Island, oh gosh it's beautiful and unmistakably gay; as soon as I saw the colour and found it in a size large the deal was done. But it is beautiful, I mean sometimes I'll just buy clothes because of the outlandish colour - I can't help it, I'm instantly attracted to bright, in your face, look at me I'm a screaming, mincing, gay-boy colour. Oh gosh, we're off laughing again, at least this time the laugh is about me, just give us a minute. I think my baby found that so funny because it is true, the colour bit and not the screaming, mincing gay-boy bit; although my baby is saying it is both, thanks! Seriously though, I'm indebted to my boyfriend because he's the one who sees beyond the colour and gives it a thumbs up or down when we're out shopping; and he's not afraid to say it as it is. I would have bought some real crap if it wasn't for his upfront advice, he's a star, I love going shopping with him, I love doing anything with him, I just love him xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo. So I bought the jumper without his advice but even my baby thinks it's beautiful, seriously it got the big thumbs up; it is the divinest of pinks, it's just gorgeous and is so me..............

One jumper to bring home with me but well it wasn't what I really needed because this morning we ran out of mouthwash; my baby said he'd pick some up whilst he was out and about today but as I work amongst shops I told him not to bother, it would be easier for me to get some. Which in practice is 100% true but in reality well, you know the story, my mind was elsewhere; talking of which. Sale shopping aside I've just been so happy today, seriously, stupidly happily; my thoughts have been all sunshine and happiness, all about my beautiful boyfriend and the time we've spent together; gosh it's such a wonderful feeling, one that emanates from my soul and dissipates throughout my whole being, it's the best feeling in the World, I'm so in love. I sent him a silly text this morning, it was just so sweet, I was sat at work having a coffee and he was so heavy in my thoughts that I just needed to tell him what I did within the text. I just love him for that alone, for allowing me to be so adorable with him, he encourages and loves such; and gives it back to me in equal measure. Of course he's so much more than that but I, I guess I'm impulsive or something - I don't know if that's really the correct word, but I don't feel the need to hide my feelings, if I'm thinking of my baby then I'll tell him and also tell him how much he means to me.

Hence, I'm just so glad that my baby's back with me tonight not only because I love him but because we're still out of mouthwash. (My baby's laughing already, he knows me too well, he knows what's coming - literally! If you're of a weak disposition now might be a good time to stop reading this post, sorry even I'm laughing now at what I'm yet to write.) Thankfully there's a natural alternative to the mouthwash you buy in the shops, I mean that stuff's got so much alcohol and abrasives in anyway I'm certain it does more harm than good; but as we both take our oral hygiene seriously (no-one really likes cum breath do they?) we have little choice. (Or cum farts for that matter. Don't blame me, that's my baby's call, oh gosh that's hilarious, unbelievably funny; oh gosh! I'm going to get barred from Blogger, but what a way to go talking about cum farts. On a good night I can emulsion the ceiling in one hit - oh man, stop it I can't type properly due to the tears in my eyes. We'll be back with you shortly.........)

Okay, we're composed now, no we're not - my baby's just said he should wear painters overalls when he's shagging me, oh dear it would be like one of those 70's porn movies - I can just picture my baby with a handle bar moustache coming into my bedroom unannounced and finding me naked. "I've come to paint your face, give you a facial frosting" he says in a dodgy overdubbed English accent out of synch with the actual movie whilst the crappy supermarket music soundtrack kicks in as I get onto bended knees in front of his paint stick. Oh dear, how on earth did we get from shopping in the post Christmas sales to 70's porn movies?

So tonight instead of the usual rinse and spit mouthwash routine after brushing my teeth - as per manufacturers instructions; it will be a case of rinse and swallow - once again as per manufacturers instructions....................

Collusion parts I-V

Good evening Blogger world, oh gosh we've had a great day today, it's been seriously good; in fact as soon as I finished work last night every single moment thereafter has been beautiful. I'm very fortunate, just so lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend and wonderful friends who I love very much. You know I don't think either of us have stopped smiling since we set eyes on each other last night, it's such a wholesome feeling, just one of bliss, it's been a perfect Christmas and it's not done yet; I've still got my second Christmas with my folks coming up in a weeks time - as I said I'm very fortunate.

Today we had our Christmas together, just me, my baby and a mountain of presents; oh gosh we've had such fun, both of us just so excited and the excitement was justified. I mean there's my Christmas wish list above, I don't think the stuff on there was much to ask for was it? Well, I got none of that, I got presents so much better than anything I could have dared to put on a wish list. Both of us in fact, we've made each other so happy, seriously, if nothing else we've got impeccably good taste, which you'd kind of expect with gay-boys; but still it's shown how we both know each other, our likes and dislikes and we were both blown away. Honestly there is not one thing we got that either of us could say I'm not sure I like that; which is a shame in reality because there's something I bought my baby that I so want, but he absolutely adores it and I'm green with envy. I'm only messing, I was over the moon when he opened the box and I saw his reaction and it suits him so well, oh gosh it looks absolutely awesome, just stunning; I got lots of hugs and kisses for that one, but damn I so want one myself.

However, it does appear there has been some serious collusion between friends over some of my gifts; not that I'm going to name and shame but it appears there are some subliminal messages being transferred via the process of gift buying. For starters I received the most gorgeous baby blue Adidas hooded top, I knew I was getting it actually and I so wanted it because I adore the colour, I adore the Adidas Originals range and I knew it would match up so well with a pair of track pants I already own. I wasn't wrong either, the track pants and the top compliment each other so well......

It's a perfect match isn't it? But my baby went one step further, I told him I was getting the top because I couldn't keep the excitement to myself when I knew I was getting it as a Christmas present. Now, a week or so ago do you remember how I told you my baby was laughing at me because he thought I chose my underwear for the day to match my t-shirt? If you don't remember, where have you been? You either pay full attention to this blog or none at all, I don't just do it for the fun of it you know? I do actually do it for fun, if there's something that takes the fancy of other readers that's just a bonus. Anyway, my baby bought me some Calvin Klein pants and he bought me them deliberately because of the colour way, because he knew they'd complete my look - matching track pants, matching top and matching pants.........

I kid you not, my baby was howling with laughter, as soon as I opened the top he begged me to open the gift from him that contained the pants. As soon as I saw them I understood why because they are a perfect match aren't they; not that I do match my pants to the rest of my outfit, but if I did I've now got the perfect combo. Whatever, I love the pants and they are a top colour regardless.

Next up someone bought me another pair of pants, do friends think I've got a fetish for pants? It's a rhetorical question boys and girls, boyfriend in particular, answers are not necessary! Saying that I don't know why my baby is going on, I mean he's not that far behind me in the ownership of pant stakes. Wait up, I'm getting the blame for his pant mountain, I'm a bad influence apparently, who me? It's a fair comment, as my baby's pointed out before we became boyfriends he didn't own that many pants and he had lots more disposable income as a result. Nowadays he's got no money but a wonderfully colourful and eclectic underwear drawer; and I've been told not to forget that he's got a beautiful boyfriend too - bless you babes, that's just so sweet, oh gosh - I love you to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo. Excuse us a moment, there's a hug and kiss due..........

So, a friend bought me a pair of pants and another friend bought me a pair of slippers; they're both safe bets right? Wrong, again it appears there's been some collusion going on because, well just look..........

What are people trying to say? A pair of Animal pants and a pair of humongous furry, clawed slippers, am I some kind of animal? Is that what we're getting at here? Again, it's a rhetorical question boys and girls, I guess they've read the blog and therefore know that I am a bit of an animal when my baby and I get horny. My baby's just said he's going to buy me an animal inspired t-shirt so I've got another matching outfit, oh gosh that's funny babes, well done; but please don't - honestly. He's that mischievous I wouldn't put it past him!

Next up, well someone bought me a mug, someone who's sat very close to me at the moment, I wonder who that can be? It's an eeyore mug, I adore eeyore as you may know if you've been with me on this blog for a while now and all my friends definitely know of my love for him. Because my eeyore family has expanded by another two, three if you count the one girlfriend got for me a week or so ago or four if you also count the ornament I received. I'm overrun with eeyores, seriously, there's no room on the sofa for my baby and me anymore; I'll have to build an extension just to house my eeyore family if this continues, it's almost as bad as my pants collection - well, it's not that bad! Not that I complain, gosh how I adore them all and the two I received today are the biggest of the collection.........

The one in my right hand is just so adorable, he's wearing a pink snowflake jumper, a pink and white scarf and a pink fur trimmed hat - someone very special bought me that one too. The one in my left hand, well it's just the biggest eeyore in the World, I don't think you can actually buy one any bigger, it's almost full size. And I know, a 37 year old guy with a huge collection of eeyores, you don't have to say it, I'll say it for you; it kind of hints at gayness doesn't it? (Sorry, we shouldn't really be laughing at a joke like that but we are - his huge eeyore collection hinted he was homosexual, Miss Marple solves another case! Oh gosh, stop it!) It's a good job I am gay isn't it, otherwise I'd have a serious complex over my sexuality - a straight guy with a huge collection of eeyores, a fetish for pants, an insatiable appetite for cock and a boyfriend. My baby's gone, he's hurting because he's laughing so much; but it's true isn't it? I mean, you would have a complex if you were a straight guy and yet ticked all those boxes; it does hint at gayness.

Oh gosh, we shouldn't really be having this much fun over a blog post, then again why not, it's a shame I can't record a video of us doing this in real time; it really is so funny and is taking way too long to complete because I keep going off on tangents.

So the mug, the eeyore mug; my baby bought it me because I love eeyore and he loves me; and whilst I'm on I love him. But he said the mug just seemed perfect for me because it reminded him so much of me; not that I smell, look or am hung like a donkey (we're off again sorry. I mean if I was hung like a donkey, it would be a waste to be so submissive wouldn't it - all that cock going to waste when it could be giving another guy so much pleasure! I think my baby's just passed out through laughter exhaustion, oh gosh call the paramedics) it was simply because of the words printed on the mug..........

I appreciate it may be difficult to read, it says eeyore; endearing - I can live with that; adorable - yes, that's me; and moody - like what? Me moody, what are you trying to say? I'm never moody, that's it I'm not speaking to you ever again! I'm only messing, of course it's true as anyone knows me personally can vouch for I can be moody occasionally; and as I said at the beginning of this post my baby and I know each other real well. There was going to a final example, the real piece de resistance; the gift that topped all gifts in it's humour but it's going to have to wait for another day and another post.

You see all the photos were taken this afternoon, whilst it was still light but we never got around to the final one. The last photo we did was the one of me in the animal pants and well, the pose I struck kind of got my baby horny; there were no more photos after that, we ended up in the bedroom having a marathon shag fest. It was quite apt actually, thinking back, well except for the fact that my baby should have had the animal pants; gosh does he know how to shag me sore, it's immense! The bedroom smelt of semen afterwards, it was heavenly; I was covered in it, it's one thing I'll always gladly collude in!

To finish on a serious note, my baby and I would like to thank everyone that bought us Christmas presents; you know who you are and you're all very kind, particularly so in buying presents for my boyfriend - it was not expected in the least. So thank you from the bottom of our hearts, we wish you all a Very Merry Christmas, with love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Sssshhhhhhhhh!

Happy Boxing Day boys and girls, it is Boxing Day isn't it? We ask because we're not sure, is it today, is it Monday or is it both? Let's settle on both two Boxing Days - happy days, I mean my baby and I we're having two Christmases, so two Boxing Days are quite apt; our second Christmas Day is about to begin, we're going to open our presents from each other shortly, as soon as I've finished this post, we're so excited. I should really scrap this post and just dive into the present mountain with my baby but there's somethings I need to say.

I was working yesterday whilst my baby spent the day with his folks; that's where we all should be on Christmas Day - with family and loved ones; I hope you all spent Christmas Day in a similar vein if you had the opportunity? And I hope you had a wonderful day, filled with beautiful memories? There's been something I've been keeping from everyone; and I mean everyone barring my baby, since I got the good news that I was off today I was invited up to my boyfriends parents house for a Christmas night buffet and party. I mean, there was no need to get up early this morning and no work to go to as a result and well, I'd have been on my own and away from my baby if I had; so I would get to be with my baby on Christmas Day which is seriously fantastic, right? Yes, of course it is barring one thing; I've not met my boyfriends folks before, it's a daunting prospect regardless, so to meet them on Christmas Day amongst their friends and family, I was seriously crapping myself. You know, here's the guy their little baby boy is shagging; would I meet their expectations, would I be welcomed, would I get on with them? I don't mean that in a disrespectful way, far from it, but I had all these scenarios running through my mind, I got seriously hyped up about the whole affair. My baby and I talked and talked about it in the days running up to it; what do I wear, how do I act, do I need to behave myself, should I not drink too much. Hundreds of questions and my baby he told me not to worry and just be myself; that's all just be myself because that's why he loves me and why I make him happy and if he's happy then his folks will be happy. He made it sound so simple and truth be told it was, all that worry and all those questions for nothing; it was a great night.

I got a taxi because me baby had been drinking; and as I walked in the house and on into the living room it felt like time was going in slow motion, all these strangers turned to look at me and my heart was racing. My baby rushed over to me and bless him, he broke the ice, he knew I would be kind of uneasy with the situation; he said hi babes I didn't recognise you with your clothes on - we both started laughing. Then he kissed me like full on, in front of his parents, in front of everyone; and no one batted an eyelid, in fact most of them smiled and looked happy for us - it was like this is cool. My baby took me by the hand and we did the rounds meeting his folks, various family members and family friends; there were no awkward questions or uneasy silences, everyone was so sweet and friendly. You know how parents are so protective of their children and all; and for very good reason, I was expecting a full vetting procedure, a talk on how I should look after their Son and what I could expect if I didn't. There was none of it, it was real friendly and real chilled out - his Mum said this is the guy who's made my little boy so very happy, it was like oh my gosh, really? I don't know but I had this kind of vision we'd have to act real kind of straight - no holding hands, no kissing or cuddling so as not to offend anyone; but well my boyfriend's openly gay and they all accept him as such and so accepted me as such. We spent the night holding hands, kissing, cuddling and just being boyfriends; admittedly it was strange at first beneath the roof and the noses of his parents but after a while it was just like every other time we spend together.

The food was awesome, dear me; I mean I was seriously hungry, I didn't have a great deal to eat whilst at work - there were platters of hot and cold food; even pizza slices, his Mum said she did them especially for me, I believe you both like pizza. Under strict instructions to help myself, I did, I went back for seconds, thirds and fourths loading my plate up each and every time. My baby he wasn't far behind me, even though he'd had the full Christmas lunch earlier in the day, I honestly don't know anyone else who can eat so much; there were mince pies, Christmas cake and trifle for dessert - it was a serious feast. A few beers later I'd really loosened up and let myself go; my baby and I danced, smooched, kissed, cuddled and laughed the night away. I asked my baby if it would be okay if I asked his Mum for a dance, he said she'd love it and she did, telling her husband not to get jealous now. I replied it's okay Dad I'll waltz you around the living room straight after, I was hoping it would raise a laugh and it did; it was great.

I stayed the night, I was expecting to sleep in the spare room or on the sofa; I wouldn't have been offended if they didn't want us to share the same bed; and to be honest sleeping arrangements were the last thing on my mind. I got my boyfriends bedroom, complete with a double bed and my boyfriend; there's some serious kudos to his folks, they just treated us like any other couple, maybe as the generation gap shortens such issues disappear. We had the most horniest sex ever; and I mean ever, it just felt so naughty - having sex with their Son in their house, it really did add an edge. And we tried to be so quiet, have you ever tried to have silent sex? It's nigh on impossible, I mean we've done it outside and stuff before, but to go for it under the same roof as my boyfriends parents, oh my gosh; and of all nights to have mind blowing, extraordinary sex it was last night. I could have screamed the house down, I kid you not, I guess it was the circumstances that added to the horniness but still..........

My baby spent an eternity on foreplay, he had me on boiling point before we even had sex; he teased, stroked, kissed and caressed every inch of body - my nipples in particular. Dear me, you've no idea how sensitive my nipples are; there must be nerves connected between them and my groin because each touch and kiss had the exact same effect down below. I was gagging for it and when my baby turned his attention to my rose, gently fingering it, well, it opened like a flower in bloom; I was gone under complete and utter control of my baby's touch - totally helpless. I got screwed, we ended up in the doggie position and I couldn't take the pleasure, it was excruciatingly good; so good that I tried to crawl away up the bed. My baby pushed me flat down on my stomach and just continued mercilessly, faster and harder; I was literally having to bite my tongue to keep my silence. My whole body orgasmed, I kid you not I thought I was going to explode in a fireball; from head to toe I was racked with the most intense orgasm, it blew me away. I just lay there on my stomach, unable to breath and unable to move with my baby still inside me; we must have lay there for at least five minutes, both of us devastated; we slept the sleep of the dead, I don't think either of us woke through the night, it wasn't surprising.

We woke up to a cooked breakfast, I know exactly where my baby gets his culinary skills from; Mums cooked breakfasts are always the best aren't they. It was just awesome; and there was no mention of anyone being kept awake last night so I think we got away with it. Now we're back home, I've just ordered my boyfriends Mum some flowers online, as a thank you for a wonderful night and well, it's time to delve into the present mountain. Enjoy the rest of your Christmas holidays dear readers, lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Christmas cums early

I appreciate it's still Christmas Eve and Santa isn't due for another couple of hours but it sure feels like Christmas has come early; I've just had the best Christmas present ever! And that's not to say we couldn't avoid temptation and we've opened all our presents early because they're still wrapped up and safely stowed beneath the Christmas tree. There's a mountain of them too, it's just brilliant although my baby he teased me dreadfully when he arrived this evening; I'd placed all his presents beneath the tree and when he arrived, well he arrived empty handed, I couldn't believe my eyes. I asked him if he'd forgotten anything and he replied no I don't think so why what's up? So when I hinted at the lack of presents (it wasn't exactly a hint to be honest) he told me I'd not been a good boy and Santa only brings presents to good boys. I guess it all depends on how you define good, I mean if good means being dirty and horny with my boyfriend whilst giving him as much as sex as he could possibly want (he possibly wants?) then I've been an impeccably good boy. If it means the polar opposite then I'm screwed, literally!

He then said he was only joking but he wasn't bringing my presents down until Boxing Day because I couldn't be trusted, it was like what? Eventually he came clean and returned to his car, oh my gosh - lots and lots of presents all for me; I wish I kept my mouth shut now because I felt a little guilty going on and on about it.

We can't wait now, we just keep glancing at the mountain of gifts beneath the tree, we're both so excited and the plan is we're supposed to be waiting until Boxing Day when we're together before we open them. We don't know if that's such a good idea now, it seemed like a good idea at the time - like two Christmases (for my baby anyway - my second Christmas will be in the New Year when I head up to see my folks - even longer to wait. All my gifts from my folks are with them so I have no choice but to wait, work is such a hinderance at times, but it's something to look forward to when everyone else is finished.) but time will tell; can we hang on? We are like two little children and it's the best felling in the World, for everything else my boyfriend is to me, he's also brought back the magic of Christmas; it's awesome - it's times like these that are the best to share.

My baby has got some gifts from girlfriend too, it was just so unexpected and so kind, thoughtful and generous on her part; it blew me away when she told me, seriously it just means so much. Because, well I saw my baby's face and reaction when I told him and showed him the gifts tonight; you'd have no idea how much that means to the both of us. To see his face light up, I don't know but I almost cried, he said he didn't know there were so many people who thought of him and loved him. It was just a moment of sincerity, so pure and so truthful; I mean that's my baby - the utter surprise said it all, he didn't expect any of it and would never ask such of anyone. It was beautiful, nothing else but beautiful; there are some very kind and loving friends we have in this World................

The one Christmas present I have been able to open tonight wasn't wrapped in fancy paper with a bow and a gift tag; this present was wrapped and beautifully presented in a pair of Ginch Gonch pants. I kid you not when I say it was beautifully presented, oh my gosh how I absolutely adore getting my hands into my baby's pants; and what a gift it was, it was worth every second I took in carefully unwrapping it. The excitement of Christmas most definitely transferred to other parts of my baby's anatomy - it was quite visible, but he wasn't that excited. I mean boy did he last, dear me he's like an orgasm machine - he doesn't stop until we're both well and truly satisfied; and tonight, well to say I'm satisfied is an understatement. I've not been shagged so hard and so incessantly for a while - we've had lots of sex recently but it just topped the lot; I have absolutely no idea where my baby gets his energy from, seriously. He tore me apart tonight, it was so dirty and the harder he went, the harder I begged for it; and to feel him pounding into me just drove me insane. I could do nothing more at one stage than just gaze into his eyes, barring that I was paralysed with pleasure, I could move nothing more than my eyes - that's no joke; and to see the look of pleasure in my baby's eyes, it just blew me away, literally.

I'm going to call my baby Santa from now on, I mean it's quite apt for the time of year anyway; because that's what Santa does on Christmas Eve - he cums in my chimney! But oh gosh does he make a mess, we've been without sex for one night and it felt like there was at least a months worth being dumped in me; and well I couldn't contain it all but man is it the most dirtiest, horniest and best feeling ever. It was magical, it must be Christmas.............

Magic kisses

I've been off work today, I've taken another rest day in the week, that's the second day off midweek within a week or so and as unusual as it is I'm grateful for it. Not that I've done a great deal today, I've done my housework and made everything clean and shipshape ready for Christmas; but it's been a good day regardless, I've just taken my time over all I needed to do and I've had some quiet time thereafter. As a result I'm feeling real chilled out and relaxed now, there's a sense of satisfaction inside; there's nothing left to do and Christmas is good to go.

My baby left me this morning for work - I woke up with him when the alarm went off and I just sat there in bed wrapped up in the duvet watching him get dressed and ready for work; gosh he's so cute. Even at that time of day he's still happy and smiling, it's very rare to see him anything but and it's infectious, he even made me smile through my early morning tiredness. He was getting dressed in the bedroom and when he finished he turned to me and asked if he looked presentable; it just made me smile so much and I felt such a warmness inside. I told him he looked as beautiful as ever to which he teased me by saying I was just saying that; I asked him to come close so I could prove it him. He did and we kissed, it was beautiful.................

That was the last time I saw him, my baby's not with me tonight, he headed back to his flat straight from work because like me he's got some stuff to do to get ready for Christmas. It was kind of strange, when he left me this morning it hit me all of a sudden that I won't see him again until Christmas Eve; it was like Christmas is here, staring me right in the face. I guess because we've both had Christmas pretty much sorted for weeks now; there's been no mad rush and we've kind of sauntered through the preceding weeks without care. All of a sudden bang, it's lurching over my shoulder and closing in fast; it's been on my mind most of the day and I spoke to my baby about it when he phoned me during his lunch break. I got really excited by the prospect, seriously, I felt like a child again with a big ball of excitement building up inside; it's good to be able to share such joy and to share this time of year with someone you love, I think that's what makes such a difference.

We've been very fortunate of late anyway, for the past two weeks or so we've seen each other almost every night, it's been great and I think more so because of the time of year. If to do nothing more than to cuddle up together on the sofa as the cold, the darkness and the snow descends outside we've been snuggly warm by the lights of the Christmas tree; it's felt more special than ever. My baby joked the other night that it was a waste of time putting his Christmas tree and decorations up because he's hardly seen them, before adding he was so glad it was a waste of time; I could do nothing more but agree with him.

The bruising on my right knee has not materialised from where I fell despite sharing a hot bath together as promised; I wore a pair of fleece shorts afterwards so we could both check up on it, I mean I was certain a major bruise would appear - there was nothing. My baby said it was because he gave it lots of kisses, which he did, he kept on kissing my knee saying his kisses were magic and had the power to heal; he had me laughing so much at his antics that I forgot about it anyway. But perhaps he's right, it's worked anyway and his kisses are most definitely magic, of that there is no doubt; the next time I'm going to say I fell on my penis, then again we do not need any excuses for that kind of behaviour.

It's starting to snow again outside dear readers, I hope it continues and my baby has just phoned up; and I'm just so happy. I'll leave you all in peace, have a great night wherever you find yourselves.

Born again virgin

Good evening Blogger friends, are we all excited yet? Christmas is just around the corner now, only a couple of more days to wait before you can open all those lovely gifts from friends, family and loved ones; you done your Christmas shopping haven't you? Tut, tut, tut - best of luck!

I'm tired tonight, physically not mentally, I think it's down to the snow - seriously; it sounds strange admittedly but that's what I'm putting it down to anyway. It's snowed again today, there was lots and lots of snow, it started late morning and came down real heavy and persistent for a couple of hours; it was beautiful to watch and to be out and about in. I phoned my baby up whilst I was walking about in it at work, pretty much just to tell him it was snowing heavy and I was out in it; it's childish I know but it was great fun, I only wished we'd have been out in it together. Maybe next time, we both hope so!

My baby said the roads were much better and much safer today which is a relief; and about time too, it's a shame the pavements weren't the same. They were still untreated and seriously icy during my walk into work this morning and for the first and hopefully the last time this Winter I slipped and fell. Man did it hurt and I say I slipped but in reality I just kind of lost my footing completely and went crashing down onto my right knee, I didn't even have the time to break my fall with my hands, I just went straight onto my knee and then onto my side. I ended up kind of splayed on my side halfway across the pavement and halfway across the road, I imagine I looked like a train wreck but luckily at least I fell on a quiet side street so I'm pretty sure there was no one that actually witnessed it. To make matters worse I was carrying girlfriends presents in a massive carrier bag, and I mean massive; gosh no wonder I'm gay, I mean aren't girlfriends so expensive? If I was straight I'm certain I'd be bankrupt by now. You'd have no idea the amount of money I've spent on her and I don't even get a shag out of it; not that I want a shag but still that's why boyfriends splash the cash on their girlfriends, for no other reason than to get laid. In the straight world it's a free shag ticket, there you go love I've bought you a Prada handbag now let's shag! Well, I think that's how it works anyway isn't it? The gay world has a different orbit, it's a case of I'm feeling horny tonight lets go into the Gay Village and find some random guy to shag; it's so much easier and cheaper. Or if, like me, you have a cute, sexy and horny boyfriend who you see almost every night of the week, well that's even better; you wait for him to come home from work, you feed him and he shags the arse off you. We only buy each other Christmas presents because we love each other, there's no other reason at all but love; I love you to bits babes xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

I'm way off track now - anyway when I slipped and fell the bag full of Christmas presents for girlfriend hit the ground as hard as me, the handles snapped off in my hands and my legs kind of crashed on top of the ripped bag. Of all the times to fall it had to be when I had a bag that contained a couple of hundred pounds worth of presents, I hope they all survived intact, they looked okay as I sat in the middle of the road at 7 o'clock on a freezing Winter morning transferring them into another carrier bag. The things you find yourself doing for love, that's right I love my girlfriend, not in the same way as I love my boyfriend but it's love all the same xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

I hobbled into work and I was thinking there must be a huge gash on my knee where I fell because it was hurting and stinging so much; I got into my office, pulled my trousers down and there was nothing, not even a mark. It's been giving me slight pain all day although there still isn't even any bruising, it's slightly swollen and my right ankle is stiffening up some too now I've stopped moving about so much. We'll see how it looks later on, my baby and I are going to have sex and then share a bath - the hot water may bring out the true colour of my fall; to be honest I'll be disappointed now if it doesn't bruise up - all that pain and nothing of note to show for it! My baby's laughing at the nonchalance of my last sentence - are going to have sex and then share a bath, like it's an everyday occurrence; who doesn't have a bath everyday ........? Whatever, my baby has promised to take care of me and nurse me back to full health; he's just said he'll massage my leg to ease the swelling (oh gosh, excuse us again, this one doesn't need explaining does it - we've laughed so much lately, it's top fun!) Seriously though he is very kind, considerate and caring; he's a beautiful guy in every respect, both inside and out - no wonder I fell in love with him.........

So back to the beginning, why has the snow made me so tired? I think it's because I've been paying so much attention and thought to where and how I'm walking to avoid slipping and falling that it tired me out, seriously. And you walk differently as a result, taking real careful diligent steps; it's not how I normally walk, it's not how anyone normally walks; I mean I think we all do it when walking on ice and snow - it takes it out of you. It was that bad that I don't think I minced that much today; I was like a born again virgin - it's a miracle, it must be Christmas................

Good news

My baby left for work extra early this work, with the state of the roads after the snowfall and the roller coaster ride he endured getting back to my house yesterday afternoon it was a wise move; I urged him to take it real slow and careful and to text me to let me know he got to work safely. Truth be told I was worried for him, up until last night the dangers of Winter driving never really crossed my mind; and that's not to push the blame onto my baby for telling me - far from it, I'm glad he did. I just worry for him because it is dangerous and I don't want my baby to have to face such danger because I care for him very much, I love him very much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

My walk to work didn't help to ease my mind any, I've only got a 7 minute walk, I'm very lucky in many respects that I live so close to work; this morning it was the hairiest 7 minute walk I've endured in a long time. I don't think it had snowed through the night but it had been cold; and the snow had compacted and frozen - it was like walking on glass. It was so slippy, I just couldn't get a foothold in it, I walked on the road when it was clear of traffic but it wasn't any easier, it was just as bad. All I could think about was my baby, hoping and praying that he'd make it safely to work; I've no idea why the roads hadn't been treated because it was so obvious that they hadn't. It was just so dangerous, I mean the worst Winter weather we've seen in a good while and nothing has been done to keep the roads and pavements as safe as possible; it's like we've all been left stranded to go about our daily business on a wing and a prayer - it's shocking.

I kept my phone with me at work, breaking many a cardinal sin but somethings are just way more important than petty rules and regulations; eventually the text came through - my baby was safe and sound, a wave of relief washed over me. Thereafter the rest of the day found me in real good form, I've been like that for a while now; just happy and content with life, I hope it continues in such vain for a while longer too. For the majority of the day I've been singing Christmas songs, I've been in a real mischievous mood and I've had fun - I've kept myself entertained. Big I came to see me late morning, as always it's good to see her but even more so today because she brought Christmas presents; and not just for me, she's bought a present for my baby. It blew me away, oh gosh I was taken aback by her thoughtfulness and kindness, I think it may have showed too, I was kind of left speechless; I mean what a wonderfully beautiful sentiment - to buy my boyfriend a Christmas present. He's over the moon Big I, seriously - I wish you'd have seen his face when I told him, he doesn't comprehend it, it escapes him but he's very grateful and astonished by your generosity. You've made my baby very happy and that makes me very happy too; thank you very much, have a great Christmas, have a wonderful holiday, we love you xxxxxxxxx.

The day then proceeded to get even better, I'm scheduled to work right through Christmas - not by choice I might add, it's just how it's fallen; and we've known about it and been geared up for it for a while now. Our first Christmas together and for the majority of it work will be keeping us apart; that was until early this afternoon. I was informed I'm still working Christmas day but I've been given Boxing day off - that's Saturday 26 December and not the Bank Holiday on the Monday. It's so perfect, I mean as I said we were geared up for the worst but just that single day makes such a difference, my baby's off that weekend too which means we'll be able to spend the whole day together. I phoned my baby up during my lunch break to tell him the news, oh gosh it's made us both so happy - he had to make me promise that I wasn't messing about before he believed it properly; like I'd joke about that kind thing. And just to hear my baby break into a joyous laughter down the phone, it means so much, all of it, to the both of us; I'm surprised I didn't cry. We've been talking about it tonight and we're going to leave our presents for each other until Boxing day; and treat it like another Christmas day, it's just brilliant news. I spent the rest of my lunch break sending mischievous text messages to girlfriend; she has to put with so much at times I don't know how she copes! But it's a good job she understands me and my sense of humour - I sent her a rather risque message which could have been misconstrued, the reply I got back had me in fits of laughter; gosh she's so funny and is the only person, barring my baby, that has a mind like mine, that works in dirty ways!

I went to Sainsburys on the way home tonight to stock up the fridge, the freezer and the cupboards; my walk home with bags full of shopping was interesting. The roads and pavements had not got any safer since the morning nor had they been treated or cleared; it took me 15 minutes - double the time to get back home; I was treading gingerly and carefully to avoid any embarrassing slips or falls. I made it safely back home without incident and I wasn't the only one who was struggling to get home; my baby sent me a text saying he'd be later than normal because the traffic was horrendous. He wasn't kidding either but he got here in the end and that's all that matters; he's safe, well and cuddled up next to me.

We had sausages again for tea, how we both love the Taste The Difference sausages - they're awesome; tonight we had them with wholegrain mustard mash. If we didn't have so much sex we'd be real fatties by now, in fact sausages share a great deal with our sex life when you think about it; but whereas Sainsburys sausages go into my mouth and come out of my bum, my baby's sausages goes into my bum and cums in my mouth. I'm sorry, I've just made that joke up on the fly, it just came into my mind and I appreciate it's gross in its information overload but damn, it's made us laugh so much. My baby's dying on the carpet, I kid you not, he's doubled up in pain through laughing so much; oh gosh I'll have to go check and make sure he's okay. How I love to see him happy, how I just love him.................

Goodnight blogger friends, if you're venturing out anytime soon, drive safe and take your time. We wish you a safe journey to wherever you may be going, I hope it's into the arms of a loved one xxxxxxxxxxxx.

Snow

Oh my gosh, how I wished I was off today, despite it being a good day at work, I just wanted to be with my baby - which in itself is nothing new, I'd always rather be with him than at work. But today and a Sunday of all days - a day when we normally go for walk or chill out and relax together, it was snowing. I'm not talking just a few snowflakes falling here either, it was snowing big time, sticking and mounting up; it was brilliant, I've not witnessed snowfall like it in Stockport for many a year.

As I said in my post yesterday, my baby and I both love snow and I can only imagine the fun and enjoyment we could have had if we'd gone for a walk in it together; it would have been perfect. It's our favourite weather, to see it falling all around, changing the perception of the surroundings and just adding a different atmosphere; it doesn't snow like this often and it chose a day when work kept us apart. All I wanted to do was to be with my baby, to hold his hand and go walking through the snow; we could have built a snowman and even had a snowball fight or a play fight together. Oh gosh, I so wanted to be with him and to be honest I was kind of gutted to find myself walking around at work watching all the snow go to waste. My baby sent me a text which I picked up whilst I was on my lunch and it just confirmed my desire, amongst other things he was also wishing we were out together enjoying the snowfall; weather like that is made for guys like us, seriously, we'd have had so much fun. Alas, it wasn't to be but fingers crossed that we are blessed with some more before Winter ends and on a day when we're off together.

Saying that, I don't know how far we'd have got if we had been off, my baby returned to his flat whilst I was working and the drive back to me was horrendous late afternoon. The roads were treacherous and it appeared they hadn't been treated so the snow was accumulating and compacting down to ice; my baby has never encountered driving conditions like it before. I've never thought about it like that before, I mean I don't drive so I don't fully understand the dynamics and dangers of navigating a car; I got scared for him, even though he returned safely to me. I just don't want my baby to face any undue danger that's all, because I love him...........

We shared a piping hot bath tonight, it was just divine; I just couldn't get my feet warm after I got home from work, I guess the cold really penetrated today. I've never enjoyed bath time so much, oh my gosh it did the trick and warmed me right through and now we both just feel so relaxed; how I hot bath just wiles away the aches and pains, it's a wonderful feeling on a cold Winters night. It's even better when it's shared with my baby, he just makes bath time so much fun - washing and massaging each other down is always such horny fun; drying each other off afterwards is always even better, my baby has such a gentle, erotic touch.

Now we're cuddled up on the sofa, I'm feeling toasty warm snuggled up close to my baby and we're enjoying a nightcap of Brandy to send us safely to bedtime. This post is being interrupted at regular intervals by further cuddles and kisses and I'm just so happy, sorry - we're both so happy. I'm sure we'll sleep well tonight, we have done all week in fact we were talking about it earlier; we've both slept so soundly of late - real, serious deep sleeps and we've woken so bright and refreshed as a result. Perhaps it's the recent cold weather, I think the cold tires you out anyway if for no other reason than for the fact your body is working harder to keep you warm. That and the fact that we both love going to bed, for sleeping as well as sex, although sex should never just be sanctioned to the bedroom. So I guess when it's cold you just look forward to going to bed even more, it's a place of warmth, comfort and sanctuary from the elements at play outside. It's even more welcoming when you get to share that bed with your boyfriend, he's my very own hot water bottle, he keeps me safe and warm through the cold, dark nights. I love him so much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Goodnight blogger friends, sleep well, loving wishes from us xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Someone

Today someone made my day and it had more to do than with the Christmas card they gave me, much more, but it was the crowning glory. I had so much fun and at times it reminded me of how me and my baby are; just having fun for the sake of it and trying to make the day the best we possibly can, whilst being slightly mischievous to boot. And I appreciate I can be camp at times but that's just the real me coming through, it says a great deal that I was able to show that side of me, that I was comfortable enough to let my guard down.............

This may sound horrible but it's not meant to and is in no way a reflection of the person I'm speaking about; but it surprised me in the nicest possible way. I just wasn't expecting it, any of it and in particular the card and the sentiment within; I mean it wasn't just an ordinary run of the mill card and it was addressed to both my baby and I. It was special, very special and it honestly did make my day; in fact it made our day, I couldn't wait to show it to my baby when I got home. He thinks it's beautiful and it made us both smile; it was one of the kindest sentiments we could ever hope to receive - we'd both like to say thank you very much, you're very sweet xx.

I could go on and name names but this person deserves their privacy just like everyone else; I don't wish to cause any undue embarrassment or anything like that. I don't know if they read this blog or even know about it but others do and some of them know this person, hence my unwillingness to delve into too much detail. Whatever, today you made two gay-boys very happy, Merry Christmas to you and yours xxx.

Gareth Thomas

If you're not up to speed with the latest news then you may not know that Welsh rugby star Gareth Thomas has come out as gay; why it has to be news is a sad reflection on the world - I appreciate it's easier than ever to be openly gay these days but still, why is sexuality such an issue to an overwhelming amount of people? Why do people find it so abhorrent or so difficult to understand that people of the same sex can be attracted to each other? Does it do those that find it such any harm? And why do they care? If a guy or a girl finds happiness and love with the same sex it should be celebrated, that's what this thing that we call life is all about surely? Whatever, the fact that it is news only highlights the fact that homophobia is alive and well; but by coming out Mr Thomas is taking a stance and I for one and my baby for two applaud and thank him. Not that we, as individuals and as a same sex couple, have anything to gain from this; I mean my boyfriend and I are both openly gay, both as individuals and when we're together - we hold hands, kiss, cuddle and generally show our love and affection for each other in most public places, we are not ashamed because there is no reason to be ashamed.

I guess that's the point of the matter at hand, by coming out Mr Thomas, as a person within the public eye, a national sportsman is saying there is nothing to be ashamed of in being gay. I believe he's the first professional sportsman that's come out whilst he's still active within the sport - it's a brave move and reading the story to it, it's been a struggle to admit his sexuality; the story is quite sad, he felt he had to hide his sexuality which I guess most gay guys can relate to. He's done the right thing, we're sure of that, my baby and I both know the relief you feel from coming out, of not hiding your true feelings, of living your life as you see fit and not as dictated by many a religion or the general consensus of the populous. We are all individuals, we do not all fit into the same pigeonhole and no amount of religious hatred or rightwing propaganda can change how someone feels within their heart.

I hope Mr Thomas will change the lives of many more gay guys who still hide within the closet, who are too afraid to admit they are gay, who feel they have to live a lie because of something they cannot help. I hope it gives those the strength and the courage to come out; I mean if a gay guy in a male contact sport long seen as the preserve of male machoism can do it whilst within the public glare, surely ordinary, everyday guys can do it too. I also hope it gives other professional sports players the courage to come out as gay, the more the merrier; and I say that not as homosexual propaganda but because such people are looked upon by many as their heroes. All our heroes do not have to be straight and as is proven, being gay does not necessarily make you any less talented or less of a man; and it certainly does not make you any different from the next guy.

People need their heroes to be truthful with them because they are role models, their behaviour can often shape the lives of the people that look up to them for inspiration. Mr Thomas you are indeed a true hero and I hope you become the inspiration and the leading light for many more by doing nothing more than telling the truth.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/dec/19/gay-groups-applaud-gareth-thomas?CMP=AFCYAH

Quantative maths

Good evening Blogger World, how's your Saturday been? Good I hope? I'm back after last nights no post, I wasn't too busy or anything like that, I was on a late finish at work and by the time I got home, fed myself and got settled the night had pretty much gone. I was alone last night too, I had no boyfriend to keep me company, as is the norm when I'm working late; not that I'm complaining and besides my baby had some stuff to do back at his flat. All in all we've been very lucky this week so far - we've seen each other every night barring last night and it's been great, Wednesday night in particular and the trip to the Christmas Markets remains at the forefront of my mind. I'm very fortunate and tonight we're back on track, my baby's due around shortly and tea's on the go; we're having a real staple of comfort food tonight - mince beef pie with mashed potato. It's a real Winter warmer and it's needed because today has been so cold, we've seen snow in Stockport and early afternoon it was coming down quite heavy until it turned to rain! Go figure because I don't know, please let it snow some more - we both love it.

We're staying in tonight, my baby and I have both been working today; and with the weather closing in and the fact that we imagine it will be stupidly busy in the gay village due to it being the last weekend before Christmas, we're going to give it a miss. We'll make our own entertainment, I'm sure and maybe even watch a film afterwards..........

My folks were down again today, they came to visit me at work and as always it was just wonderful to see them; they picked up their presents as it's the last time I'll see them until after Christmas - hasn't it come around so fast? Whilst they were with me they did some last minute Christmas shopping and, well I was amazed to be honest; I thought my baby and I could shop but they put us both to shame. I mean my baby and I take our time when we go out shopping, we make a day of it and probably do more browsing than buying, not that either of us are scared of splashing the cash - far from it! I guess it was the precision and ruthlessness of my folks that was unbelievable; within an hour they'd amassed 10 bags of shopping - no joke, I was gobsmacked. It was a case of in the shop buy the goods, leave and onto the next shop with military precision; they didn't really browse, they didn't go into any shops they weren't buying from and my head was spinning, it was like an edition of Supermarket Sweep, all that was missing was Dale Winton! To be honest I didn't really dig it, I much prefer our way of shopping - relaxed and carefree but it was great to witness; it was busy too, why people leave their Christmas shopping to the last minute escapes me - but that's my stepdad for you!

There was one moment that struck me quite hard in its sheer and utter reason to be thankful to be gay kind of way; I'm nothing but so comfortable and happy with my sexuality anyway - how I absolutely adore guys, one guy in particular and I could never want to be any different. I went into the lingerie section of Marks & Spencer with my Mum, she wanted to buy a new bra; she's of that age now where Marks is all she needs, I guess it's more of the comfort factor than the foxy factor! But isn't it so difficult to choose a bra? I never bought a bra for anyone in my life, I've never had the need to for obvious reasons and gosh am I so thankful of the fact; all those different numbers and letters that somehow correspond to the correct size, it's like what? You need a masters degree in quantative maths to actually understand it and get the correct size, I don't even begin to understand it. It's like when straight male friends brag about the women they've been with and say she must have had 44FF breasts - it means absolutely nothing to me, I cannot relate that to anything, is that good, bad, big or small? Give us a break here! Why don't they take a tip from the gay community - that guy I went with last night his cock must have been at least 8 inches long, I feel like John Wayne this morning! It's much easier isn't it, I know what 8 inches long is (I should rephrase that comment, it makes me sound like a cock jockey!) so why not measure breasts the same way?

And the amount of guys in there looking rather perplexed by it all told the story, I guess they were straight and buying lingerie for their girlfriends or wives; and being straight I'm sure they're familiar with breasts and the approximate size of their respective girlfriend or wife. I mean you can't walk up to an assistant and ask what size is this whilst holding your hands out from your chest can you? Although if they were caring, loving and sensitive like lots of gay-boys they'd surely take a look at the size label (if bras have size labels?) of a bra their wife or girlfriend already own. You see girls you should all get yourselves a nice gay boyfriend, they're so much better than the straight variety; and admittedly there'd be no sexual contact but after a while that always happens in straight relationships anyway doesn't it? So you lose out on nothing, just don't ask me I've already got a girlfriend and ones more than enough (it's a joke girlfriend!) I love her really...............

These guys that I saw browsing the lingerie section, I guess they were like 30 years old or something, so why were they in Marks in the first place? I guess their girlfriends or wives were around the same age and surely they'd appreciate something a bit more sexy and flattering? I mean Marks isn't exactly the raciest shop on the high street, well not from what I saw today; for form and function it's a thumbs up but if you want to feel sexy and sultry it fails miserably. It's just so boring, even my baby and I love silk, satin and other tactile fabrics, (mansilk do a particularly fine selection) they just add a different element to our intimate encounters; although most of the time he just rips the pants off my back and shags the arse off me (it's a joke, a vulgar joke admittedly, but a joke all the same!) I mean were they embarrassed to shop elsewhere? And if so what's the big deal? Even my baby and I love to go in Ann Summers and the like, we go in together despite them not really catering for gay-boys and we're not embarrassed.

I love going shopping for underwear with and for my baby, thinking about the joy and pleasure we'll both get from whatever we purchase; and maybe it's easier to buy for a boyfriend with the sizing and selection processes? But still it's always done with care, love and attention to detail regardlessly; perhaps straight guys are just to straight for their own good. Reasons to be gay ♯ 736................

PS The photo does absolutely nothing to me, I'm sure if I have any straight male readers they'll all be drooling (or worse) over them now, like what for? Enjoy them guys because it's probably the only time you'll see such a photo on this here blog! And I appreciate I have a laugh at your expense occasionally but that's all it is - a laugh; I just don't understand your fascination with women that's all. I'm sure you feel the same way about me and other gay-boys, so we'll call it even; even if you choose not to blog about it!

12 inches of meaty goodness

Oh my gosh what an awesome tea we've just had, seriously it was just fantastic and that's not just me praising myself boys and girls; my boyfriend said exactly the same. In fact it was that good I got a big cuddle and lots of kisses from him - the way to a boyfriends heart? He asked me how I come up with such ideas and to be honest I don't know; I mean when I left you after my previous post I had absolutely nothing in mind for tea. I walked into the kitchen and I found myself struggling for inspiration, it didn't help that I spent an eternity on the phone so when I did finally get around to starting tea time was already against me. So I just stood there staring into the fridge and freezer waiting for some inspiration to hit me and thankfully it did; it was one of those I bet that would taste so good moments, not that it was anything exotic, far from it but it got me excited.

I had a couple of part-cooked baguettes, you know the ones you chuck into the oven for a freshly baked kind of experience without the hassle? Well I did them, grilled some Taste The Difference pork sausages from Sainsburys and fried up some mushrooms and tomatoes that were looking lonely and forlorn in the bottom of my fridge. My baby got home whilst I was about halfway through cooking and asked what we were having? I told him it was hotdog surprise and I knew as soon as I said it that I should have come up with another name for my creation; you can make your own jokes up here boys and girls because my baby did just the same. Just the thing to warm two gay-boys up on a winters night was one of his less risque attempts, you may guess the rest, trust me, it's for the best. If nothing else we started our night off laughing and my baby has promised me a hotdog surprise of his own later, I can't wait..........

Anyway, I cut open the oven hot baguettes straight down the middle and spread the inside of them with wholegrain mustard before piling in the fried tomatoes, mushrooms and grilled sausages. Now these weren't your small baguettes, these were like your feeds a family of four baguettes, I guess they were coming on 12 inches long (I knew as soon as I typed that comment that we'd start laughing and we've yet to stop - my baby's asking me if I've ever taken a 12 incher before; oh gosh just give us a minute. 12 inches of premium sausage meat - that's more than a mouthful, oh gosh I'm crying with laughter and my baby's about to fall off the sofa, oh happy days. We're sorry, we're just having a private moment here which probably makes no sense to you all; my baby's going to find a tape measure now...........) and we had one each crammed full with a side of potato wedges.

I'm not joking, they looked absolutely awesome, seriously hunger inducing and they tasted even better. The sausages were so tasty, if you've not tried the Taste The Difference range you should, they cost a bit more but you can tell the difference. With the mustard, mushrooms and tomatoes soaking and blending into the freshly baked bread it was heavenly, it was orgasm inducing and it's such a seriously good combination; and it's so stupidly simple to cook, that's the bonus - how something so simple can taste so good, it almost felt like cheating. It's the perfect, homely, comforting and heartening food for a cold Winters night; admittedly it probably isn't the healthiest of foods ever but who cares?

To say we're full now is something of an understatement, I guess one baguette would have done between the two of us or we could have lost the potato wedges; anyway there was no waste, we both cleared our plates. I don't think either of us have been crammed so full of sausage in our lives....................

It's a wrap

Before I begin let me just tell you about last night and the perfect ending to a perfect night. I went to bed at around about 12.30 after having more than one beer, we were both so tired anyway; I mean we were both working all day and the night just continued straight through, and all the walking about in the cold winter air must have took its toll. We didn't stop from getting up at 6.00 in the morning until we went to bed, not that my baby nor I complained about it because it was just so magical and worth every waking hour of the day. My baby went to bed at around 11.30 last night and when I retired an hour or so later I was greeted by the most beautiful sight; as I went upstairs and opened the bedroom door the light from the landing gently lit the room. There in the dim light was my baby fast asleep, he was sleeping on his side facing the door; I just stood there in the doorway kind of transfixed in silence, I don't think I could have moved if I wanted to. He just looked so at peace, so beautiful and so angelic, I kid you not my heart just melted at the sight of him, I just felt so hopelessly in love; I rested my shoulder up against the doorframe and lost myself in his beauty. Never in my life have I seen such a beautiful guy, hand on heart that's nothing but the truth; an image of such pureness lay fast asleep in my bed - my beautiful boyfriend.....................

Today has continued in the same vein from last night, it's been a great day and I know I usually bemoan having days off in the week due to my baby being at work but not this time; I mean it would have been great if he'd have been off too but I've spent the time wisely regardlessly, this afternoon in particular. I spent the best part of 3 hours this afternoon wrapping Christmas gifts and writing out Christmas cards; there's been filter coffee and mince pies to keep me going, and Christmas music playing throughout - I've had a ball. Whilst my baby's away at work, boyfriend will play - wrapping up his gifts and everyone else's; and they're know safely stowed away from inquisitive hands. As you may know I get told off by my baby for quizzing him on what he's bought me for Christmas but I'm not alone in this, my baby he's almost as bad as me but I play along and throw some curve balls into the equation to throw him off the scent. I think he does it on purpose truth be told because he usually tries to tickle me into submission whereupon I end up on the floor with him on top of me and well, we do what comes naturally; not that I'm complaining far from it - long may my baby continue to question me!

My baby's just phoned me up, he's so excited because it's snowing and I love to hear him so happy and alive. I must admit I love snow too, as I was finishing wrapping the presents I looked out of the window and noticed the skies darkening to some tune; the next time I looked out it was snowing - it wasn't much but it was enough to make me stop what I was doing and go stand out in the back garden to watch it fall. I hope it continues to snow and snow, if there's one thing I'd love to do it's to go walking with my baby hand in hand whilst the snow falls all around us; oh gosh that would be so good, if I wasn't typing I'd have my fingers crossed.

I'll leave you in peace for a while boys and girls, my baby will be back soon and I'll have to start thinking of what to make for tea; I'm going to cook properly tonight, I've got the time and I love cooking for the two of us. I may check back in with you all later on xxxxxxxxx.

Night divine

It's late and my baby he's gone to bed - he's got work in the morning, I don't normally like to let my baby go to bed on his own when he's with me; and it's got nothing to do with sex, I just find it feels somewhat uncaring. I much prefer to go to bed with him, to kiss him goodnight, to tell him I love him and fall asleep with him but I just needed to do this post. I don't normally blog this late on but I'm not in work tomorrow, I've got a rest day, so I'm sat drinking a beer whilst talking to you or whoever is up this late too.

We've just had the best night tonight, it's been absolutely awesome and it's got nothing to do with going out, getting drunk and being silly; it's way more simpler and innocent than that. I finished work this evening, rushed home, got changed and headed straight back out of the door; it was so fast I didn't know whether I was coming or going! I had a date with my baby, we'd made plans to meet in Manchester and as he works there and I finished earlier than him it just made more sense to meet him from work. I got the train from Stockport and I talked to my baby throughout the journey on the phone, it helped to able to speak to him because I dislike travelling alone, it's just not any fun without my baby; but it was worth it.

My baby met me at the station and despite being with him every night this week it was just so good to see him; one huge smile broke across my face when I spotted him in the crowd. To find a familiar, loving, smiling face within the faceless crowds, oh gosh the joy and relief to know I'd made it safe and sound to him; and it showed - I gave him a big hug and kiss right there as people rushed and brushed past us. He looked so sexy too, he'd come straight from work and so hadn't changed; his work clothes do it to me every time, I just feel so proud of him and so proud to say and show that he's my boyfriend.

We headed off together into the night to take a look around the Christmas Markets and to check out the Christmas lights; it was magical, beautiful and just perfect. What made it even better was the fact that we weren't even looking to buy anything so we weren't rushing around in a blind panic trying to find that last minute gift; all our Christmas shopping is done. Unlike a great deal of people so it seemed, it was busy - in fact it surprised me, I thought it would be kind of quiet on a late weeknight, I was wrong! It wasn't mad by any means but still, I can only imagine what it would be like during the weekend, it's probably the least amount of fun you could ever have shopping if you're heading out over this time.

The weather was so kind to us too, it stopped raining and was dry and cold; we were hoping for some snow, it would have been the stuff of fairytales but it wasn't to be. We just took our time, strolling around the various different Markets enjoying the sights, the smells, the sounds, the lights and the whole atmosphere; always hand in hand or cuddled up close together. It was magical in every possible way - the combination of a cold winters night, the Christmas Markets, the Christmas lights and my baby and I strolling around without a care in the world; just soaking up the atmosphere and enjoying it for what it was. I don't think I've ever felt so in love with just about everything that surrounded me and particularly the cute and sexy guy that held my hand so tightly - there's a loving, caring, warming spirit there, it's beauty is untold for there are no words that can describe it.

The markets were beautiful, all filled with lots of unique, special Christmas bits and bobs; and the nighttime made it, with the lights shining, brightening up the darkness, the cold biting the air and everywhere you looked it was Christmas. My baby bought some hand carved and painted decorations for his Christmas tree - they were absolutely gorgeous, just so traditional and it made me kind of envious; it just wanted to make me put my old Christmas tree up and fill it with all the special decorations we saw. They're the kind of decorations you just can't buy in the shops, you just don't see anywhere else and will be treasured year after year; each time they're placed on the Christmas tree it will just bring back the memories of tonight, they're worth every single penny, they're priceless. I bought my baby some crystal decorations to compliment the ones he bought, again just so beautiful and unique; and the smile on his face, well, it was matched only by the kiss and the hug he gave me. How we love Manchester and its people for allowing two guys to walk around hand in hand, kissing, cuddling and showing their love for each other without any hinderance; it's how it should be everywhere within the World, Manchester makes us so proud.

We went to Burger King for tea, oh my gosh it was so busy in there, people laden down with bags, stressed looking parents, upset children and there we were without a care in the World - we felt guilty for a second, only a second then we laughed about when we sat down to eat, why do people leave it so late to do their Christmas shopping? Get it all done early, so like us you can just enjoy the sights and sounds of Christmas without any of the hassle; it makes such a difference, where's the fun in rushing around in a blind panic? We both had double whopper with cheese large meals; just awesome, we were both so hungry and did it hit the spot - it killed off the hunger pangs, refuelled and refreshed us; I don't think I've ever enjoyed it so much. My baby paid for tea and he also bought me a Boofle key ring, oh my gosh it's gorgeous, just so sweet, I'll treasure him forever. I could have cried when he gave it to me but instead I gave him the biggest, sloppiest kiss ever; there's a photo of Boofle below - it's the sentiment that blew me away, he'll go everywhere I go and when I'm apart from my baby he'll be a reminder that he's waiting for me, that he loves me.............

We got back home at around 10.30 and it was just so welcoming to come in out of the cold to a nice warm house, my baby had a Brandy and I cracked open a beer. It's one of those nights where we could have stayed up until the early hours of the morning just drinking and talking about the night we've spent together; it's such a shame my baby has to go to work in the morning. But the only thing that truly matters is that we've been able to spend such a magical evening together; it's been exactly as it should be, it's felt just like Christmas.