Neither

Tonight has gone to any kind of plan at all - note to readers that's why my boyfriend and I rarely make any concrete arrangements. As hinted at last night we were hoping to go to Manchester Pride tonight to see Peter Andre depending on numerous variants; those variants being we could get hold of some free passes rather than paying full whack for the final couple of hours and I could get off work early. The passes did not come through, some friends of my boyfriend have been at Pride all weekend and we were hoping they didn't want to go again tonight so we could use their passes. They're back again (we don't blame them really) besides that plan may well have backfired anyway; you see the passes are wristbands which, back in the day, you could slip off and give to a friend to gain entry. This year we've learned they're checking the wristbands to see if they've been tampered with, cut or removed - if they have you don't get in without paying again; hence there was no need to get off work early anyway.

Obviously I was then hoping to fall back on plan B - for boyfriend to come around tonight and together we'd cure our collective horniness. Going off on a tangent, I'm sure we need some kind of therapy; I mean we last had sex on Saturday and it's all I ever think about and creeps into every conversation I have with my boyfriend which proves he's thinking about it too. We're both craving it so much at the moment despite us having copious amounts of it through the past week we still want more and more. I've just been so horny again today and I was even thinking of asking my boyfriend to visit me at work so we could sneak off and have sex in the car park or somewhere; anywhere.

Plan B fell through too, with me not finishing work until late and both of us back in work early in the morning it left little scope for us, which thinking on makes sense. I'm gutted I'm not getting laid but there is some good news; I should have been working until late tomorrow too but Ian's changed my shift so I can finish early. Now let's do the maths, I'm on an early start and finish tomorrow + my boyfriends on an early start and finish tomorrow = a great night in prospect. Good things come to those who wait boys and girls, it's true; even if I am over exaggerating the fact that we've been apart for two nights now and making it sound like an eternity. But that's what it feels like, honestly; I mean I'm starting to feel like a virgin again, dishonestly ...............

Night off

Tonight we're having a night off, tonight I find myself alone; I was working today, I left my boyfriend asleep in bed - I so love watching him sleeping, to see him so peaceful, restful and beautiful; gosh he's so beautiful. My boyfriend wasn't working today and he left for home late morning - he's got a fair bit of home stuff to do before he returns to work on Tuesday; I mean he hasn't seen his flat since Wednesday morning. Four nights together, it's been the most glorious time ever and I'm just so happy at this moment in time; more so than normal with all those memories we've made.

I'm kind of glad for the rest, well my bottom is anyway; I mean it's still tender as I write to you now but I wouldn't replace the feeling nor the acts that made it so; I wouldn't trade them nor my boyfriend for the World. I say kind of glad because it hasn't stopped me from feeling horny today and I wouldn't have declined if the opportunity to get laid again had occurred. I kid you not, I've no idea what's up with me at the moment; I've had sex for four consecutive nights and a couple of those occasions have been real rough and ready but still I feel horny and want more - I cannot get enough. But I guess you can never get enough of a good thing and good sex just makes you feel so alive.

Talking of which I'll be in bed soon, if nothing else I am tired, as I said good sex makes you feel so alive; and after our session last night I just couldn't sleep. I posted another blog and we then sat around drinking Brandy (I've taught my boyfriend the joys of Brandy - he always used to drink Bacardi) and talking until close on 1 am - I had to be up for work at 6! The lack of sleep was worth it and to be honest I didn't feel too bad on it until I got home and relaxed then it kind of hit me. I'll catch up on some shut eye tonight, a mug of hot chocolate and an early, empty bed should do the trick.

All being well we'll be seeing each other again tomorrow night and maybe even going to see Peter Andre at Manchester Pride although there are numerous variables that stand in our way; if we go we go, if we don't it will cure my horniness earlier! I've spent my downtime well tonight, I finally got round to replying to girlfriends email (apologies again girlfriend for taking so long) but I think I made up for it - it's so long it'll take a week to read!

In other news Damien Jurado is back blogging again, just top news, I've missed you Damien; although how long for is another question as he's touring again before getting ready to return to the studio to record his next album. Regardless of the fact I've placed him back in the blogs I read section to the left; I look forward to both the next post and the next album with baited breath. I've also just started following another blog, the name of which escapes me as I write but it's basically a music blog with a side of cookery to boot - I've not spent a great deal of time checking it out but from what I have seen it looks interesting; again it's listed to the left.

I'm sure there's other things I wanted to tell you but my mind is failing to work correctly and time is chasing me down tonight causing this post to be kind of rushed. Anyway I'm happy in every sense of the word that's all you need to know.

p.s. The picture in the blog is not for me......... xoxoxoxox.

Happy loser

I apologise in advance...

Referring back to my post last night, the hardcore sex and the lasting feeling thereafter; that feeling has been with me all day today. Ring of fire describes it so well, it's not been painful nor uncomfortable and doesn't really burn but it's there, I can feel it and it's a lasting reminder. The feeling only ever lingers after particularly rough and ready sex, when I've been banged hard; it's not the first time we've indulged in such a manner but it is the longest reminder I've ever known.

I love it, and I mean LOVE IT both the rough sex and that feeling afterwards; I have absolutely no idea why any guy would want to be straight, none at all. I guess they don't realise what they're missing out on; I mean all day today I've had that feeling - ALL DAY, it's the most fabulous feeling in the world. I'm certain it's rearranged various of my internal organs and I know I've been walking somewhat differently today but gosh have I been smiling, I've been like the cheshire cat - grinning from ear to ear. It was that good I confided in Ian, no joke, I told the guy I'd be fighting to keep the truth of my sexuality from for so long about my sex life and how it affected me. Someone needed to be told, everyone that reads this blog needs to be told, anyone that wants to listen to me will be told; and I'm not bragging I'm just celebrating the fact. How could I brag anyway - the majority of the credit goes to my boyfriend, he's a bona-fide porn star - he puts the majority of the effort into it and I just reap the rewards of his endeavour. Not that he doesn't enjoy it too and there's more than a degree of skill in being such a welcoming bottom but still, gosh I am so in love with my boyfriend, my sweetheart xo. And just when I thought I couldn't take another session tonight and even if I did it couldn't possibly get any better.................

Think again - that's why I'm in such a hyper mood, being very descriptive and late posting; I'm buzzing and I don't feel tired. But I honestly thought that I couldn't have sex tonight, I knew my boyfriend would be with me again (four nights in a row!) and all day it's been on my mind. We actually talked about it this evening and he was very understanding and empathetic, besides there are other ways than penetrative sex to pleasure a guy! But when it came down to it, when the kisses began to linger and the hands began to wander there was no other alternative, there was nothing else in the world I wanted to do other than get laid.

Last night we found out the joys of a different position and I mean serious joy. We've tried it in the past and I wasn't overly comfortable with it but last night we just kind of tumbled and rolled into it. We did it again tonight, it's now our favourite position - it allows us to be so close, to maintain eye contact and allows for maximum delivery (I'm trying my hardest not to push the envelope too far readers!) Something must have changed along the lines but now it just seems the most natural position to have sex and gosh does it pay off; dear, dear me the amount of pleasure it brings is beyond words. It wasn't as rough as last night but just as enjoyable, maybe I'm still tender and that's made me super sensitive but I was begging my boyfriend to make me cum; I thought I was going to internally combust and explode in flames!

I hope I don't have to stop a pig in an entry tomorrow because I'll be onto a loser dear readers; but I'll be the happiest loser you've ever seen! Have a great night boys and girls; be safe, have fun and fill your lives with earth shattering, mind blowing unforgettable sex. I'll leave you with a song, sweet dreams............

Simplicity

We've both been working today - me with no choice in the matter and my boyfriend on overtime; as I wasn't off he decided to take the offer to work and earn some extra pennies. We'll save them for a rainy day or in other words until we're both next off again together and spend them irresponsibly!

Now we're both sat in the lounge, on separate sofas - but it's okay we've not fallen out or anything like that; I'm blogging and my boyfriends watching the television. He should be a judge on the X Factor, as I occasionally look up from my post and look over towards him, you would not believe the faces he pulls, the comments he makes on the acts or the fits of laughter he finds himself in because of some of the more outlandish efforts. Watching him is more entertaining than the actual programme itself, it's comedy gold, like I said he should be a judge - he's top entertainment and I'm sure the viewers would love him as I do.

It's a great night, we find ourselves doing absolutely nothing and it's great; just sitting back, relaxing and watching television/blogging, I guess it's what the vast majority of households are also doing right now. I never really understood the appeal of it before but now it makes perfect sense. Even when there's a major event going on in Manchester as I write, what's it called? Oh, that's right something called Pride Weekend - only the biggest event on the gay calendar in the North West, a single bus ride away from my house. We've both been there before but never together; it's a great weekend but it gets mega busy, we thought about going along but couldn't really muster the enthusiasm. Maybe Monday night, as sad as it is Peter Andre is playing then and well it would be fun if nothing else to go and see him; we'll see. But if you're a gay single guy who wants to get laid and can make it to Pride why are you reading this? Just go, trust us if you can't get laid then there's something seriously wrong, trust us we know!

Boyfriend's making a move to the kitchen, oh bless him he's washing the pots, fingers crossed my kitchen will look as neat and tidy as his when he's done. It's just struck me, I think this is the first ever time I've blogged in real time, just writing down things as they happen around me. And here we are doing nothing, there's a lot to be said about nothingness, judging by the length of this post anyway! We had a top tea tonight, I was in Marks & Spencer at lunchtime buying a sandwich for dinner and whilst there I perused the aisles for ideas for tea. They had a special offer on oven bake fish and chip meals - buy two for £3.00; it's basically a box containing a piece of breaded cod and oven chips, you chuck them in the oven for twenty odd minutes and hey presto, tea is served. It's lazy admittedly but as we've both been working it's an ideal, time saving solution and let me tell you it was fantastic. Fish, chips, peas, bread and butter; such a classic, so tasty and so simple - that's the key to everything I think, simplicity.

Boyfriends back, he's just given me a kiss in passing before sitting down; and now he's channel surfing. I've neglected him long enough I'll go sit with him a while, maybe hold hands or cuddle, besides that kiss was real nice. Maybe we'll kiss some more, like I said simplicity.........

Come play with me

Nice t-shirt don't you think? If you can't make it out it says "boy toy" and let me tell you now it's the truth, oh my gosh the whole truth and nothing but the truth. As you've probably gathered we've been very romantic these past couple of nights and it's been beautiful, it's left me with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. As a result our sex life has followed suit - it's been real gentle, delicate and emotional; which again is beautiful. So I don't know what happened earlier this evening but it was certainly a departure............

My boyfriend returned after a hard days work apparently possessed, I've no idea what he's been up to today but he was seriously horny. As soon as he walked in through the front door a welcome kiss turned into a full on snog. The full on snog turned into a heavy petting session which saw the majority of our clothes randomly deposited around the lounge; followed by a sentence uttered that I can't honestly repeat on here but left me in no doubt what was about to happen to me next.

He wasn't lying either, I was ragged around the bedroom like a boy toy and I mean tossed, turned and thrown around all whilst getting a seriously good boning. I kid you not it was borderline criminal activity - I've never had it so hard, so fast and so relentless in my life; and it was mind blowing. I've absolutely no idea what my boyfriends secret to his staying power is and I don't care, instead of questioning it I choose to praise and rejoice in it. We used every square inch of the bed and every position you could imagine; it was a frenzy of two blurred hot and sweaty bodies locked together in carnal desire.

My body was annihilated, there's no other word to describe it, absolutely shagged beyond recognition; so much so that I'm sure the feeling will remain with me for a very long time. It's the best feeling in the world to know beyond any shadow of doubt that you've been well and truly laid to some serious tune. Unless you're a submissive gay-boy you just wouldn't understand but I know where it counts!

Gosh, I love sex, I love being submissive and I love being used and abused; most of all I love my boyfriend - the guy who does all this and more to me. I'm his boy toy - come play with me........

No bull

What a wonderful night we had last night, just oh so perfect; I will never again complain about having rest days through the week. And what a thoughtful boyfriend I have too for suggesting we go out for a meal even though he had to work today, just so very kind and unselfish on his part. As perverse as this sounds I actually think it worked in our favour..........

You see we normally only visit the gay village at weekends when we're off together; and usually such occasions entail drinking, dancing and partying - in short being somewhat hedonistic. We go there to have fun, to let off some steam in an environment where we can be ourselves and not have to hide our true nature or feelings for each other. Hence we've never been there to just enjoy a meal and a few quiet drinks together; basically to just chill out and relax - it was a different approach to our regular jaunts to the gay side of town.

As I mentioned in my rushed post last night we booked a table at the Taurus Bar, we've been in there a fair few times for drinks - it's a wonderful bar with a slightly classier feel and a more relaxed and refined environment than some of the other bars and clubs on offer. As such it always attracts a real mixed crowd and in my mind is one of the more straight friendly establishments within the village. It's a great place to either start a night of partying or to just chill out away from the bright lights and loud music of other venues. We've always liked it in there and we always knew they had a restaurant upstairs but it took us a while to get round to sampling it's fares.......

In one word it's fantastic, classy but casual, welcoming but not overbearing and the food just awesome. As I said earlier the bar attracts a mixed clientele and it seemed to prove that last night, the restaurant was about three quarters full and appeared to have a mix of gay, lesbian and straight couples and parties. The bar downstairs was jammed full - we'd never seen it that packed even on a Saturday night; but as part of Manchester Pride week they were hosting a gay it's a knockout event; I'd love to tell you what it was like but we missed it, by the time we'd finished our meal it was all but over - I'm sure it would have been fun. Besides we weren't out to party.

We started with barbecue ribs and spring rolls; sharing each others food before I had chicken breast with mozzarella and pesto whilst my boyfriend had steak au poivre. Again we both tried each others food and it was delicious, sumptuous and tasty - my chicken dish in particular with the mozzarella and pesto, I've never had a combination like it, it was absolutely superb. We shared a dessert, one which had us both in fits of laughter when we saw it on the menu, such an obvious choice and with a major dose of irony for a gay bar/restaurant. Chocolate fudge cake with custard - is there any more that needs to be said on the matter? We spoon fed it to each other which was so twee, romantic and kind of girlie admittedly but was just so special and felt so right. It was a perfect night, so relaxing and it was romantic; just the two of us forgoing all that Manchester and the gay village has to offer choosing instead to spend a quiet night sharing small talk over a meal together.

We finished off with coffee and brandy to protect against the cold wind that was blowing hard outside; it kept us warm until we made it home.........

Table for two

We're heading out tonight boys and girls, I was due to spend tonight with my boyfriend anyway but he phoned just before 5 o'clock as he finished work and asked if I wanted to go out for a meal with him. How could I possibly refuse an offer like that - I didn't have a great deal in for tea anyway! So a lazy Thursday evening of sitting back, waiting for my boyfriend to come home and wondering what do for tea was transformed into a rush to clean myself up and make myself look presentable. The day just gets better and better, perhaps I should take more rest days through the week; then again I prefer to spend all day with my boyfriend too, so I'll stick to the weekends whenever possible.

But isn't it just great to do spur of the moment things? To just mix things up some and take advantage of a moment, as I said in the previous post last night was magical just for it's ordinariness. Tonight I imagine will be just as magical for a whole myriad of different circumstance; we both so love not making any concrete plans and this is the benefit of doing such. It came as a complete surprise to be honest, with my boyfriend working today and tomorrow I'd have been more than happy to spend the time with him watching a movie or something; I fully appreciate the fact that he has spent the day at work and has to return tomorrow.

So anyway enough of this idle chit-chat we've got a table for two booked for 8 o'clock - gosh how romantically gay! I've even made the effort tonight to get kind of dressed up, well I'm not wearing a pair of a jeans and a t-shirt for a change; a pair of cords, floral shirt and button up jumper. Remember boys and girls this is my fashion; I do not follow fashion, fashion follows me. Gosh, I'm starting to talk crap - anyway boyfriend thinks I look very presentable and that's all that really matters. If you want any fashion tips we'll be in the Taurus Bar - come on down and say hello.

Have a great night dear readers and whatever you do be safe and have fun. Oh and if girlfriend is reading this I promise I'm not ignoring you and I'll reply to your email at the soonest. Take care of each other out there in blogger land, love to you all xxxxxxx.

Sleep will now come

Good afternoon blogger world have you noticed something different? I'll give you a clue it's a weekday and I'm posting in the afternoon - now that is different! It's Thursday and I'm not working, I'm on rest days today and tomorrow; I've not had days off in the week since my boyfriends birthday in March. It feels seriously weird and I wasn't looking forward to it at all because my boyfriend's working so I'm left to my own devices through the day; that's why I normally only take my weekends off so we can be together, this time I had no choice in the matter.

It's not been that bad to be honest and no where near as bad as I imagined - it's been a nice day weather wise and I've been busy washing windows, gardening, doing the laundry and taking time out to enjoy the sunshine in the garden; I've enjoyed myself! But the real bonus came about last night - my boyfriend stayed with me, which in itself is nothing unusual but because I didn't have to worry about getting up early for work we had a few beers whilst watching Miami Vice (the series and not the movie.) It was my second time around watching it but my boyfriends first - I'm showing my age now aren't I? In my defence I was only young(ish) the first time around!

Anyway we were lay together on the sofa, watching the television, drinking beer, cuddling and just chilling out. It was the perfect night, just so relaxing, calming and it felt so homely - there was a warmth of familiarity that surrounded us; we were doing nothing special by any means but it felt anything but. I mean it was just so special because of the ordinariness, it's good to go out together drinking, dancing and living it up but we can also have just as good a time by being together at home - under different circumstances admittedly, but still just as much fun. I guess the key to it is togetherness, it encompasses another set of dynamics.......

I was lay up against the sofa and my boyfriend was sat between my legs and lay up against my chest; I had my arms wrapped across his chest holding him against me and his hands were holding onto my arms - just so close. Then something magical happened, I felt his hand slip from my arm, at first I didn't take much notice but after a couple of minutes I looked down upon him. His head was resting on my chest and his eyes were shut - he was sleeping; he looked so beautiful and so at peace with the world. I could feel his chest slowly rise and fall as he breathed gently; I lay there for the longest time watching, listening and holding him whilst he slept. I've never felt so close to him, to anyone or even my own heart and soul; everything within me just wanted to protect him and keep him safe until the morning. I kissed him lightly on the forehead and tried my best to not cry.............

Lesson

A comment, a sentence, a string of six words upset me today; maybe it shouldn't have done but the words should not have been spoken in the first place. It blighted my working day for many an hour, I've been struggling to get back into the rhythm of work all week anyway which has made me kind of subdued and not my normal, happy self; I don't know why but that's the way it goes occasionally I guess. I know it will soon pass - all it takes is a little time.

It got me to thinking there's a carelessness and a negativity within a lot of people these days, even those that know me - those I've worked with for many a year who should know that I'm a sensitive soul; and non more so than of late where work is concerned. I need to be treated with cotton gloves - there we go something I've been ashamed of admitting in the past; but I do and if that's the truth then why be ashamed of it? My boyfriend continues to teach me well in lessons of life and as a result I continue to grow into a more rounded human being. Which, if such a statement needs any proof, read on..........

I would have normally kept myself to myself for the rest of day, avoided human contact and conversation; but instead I tried to carry on regardless. And I succeeded, I was far from happy but I forced myself to interact, I got out there, made the effort and tried to banish the negative thoughts from my mind. It paid off and a couple of encounters thereafter made me realise that there are far more people in my life who do care, who think of me, look out for me and would never intentionally upset me than those inclined otherwise.

It made me smile - I love people who make me smile just by being themselves and doing nothing out of the ordinary. That probably wouldn't have happened unless, well you know the rest, thank you boyfriend and thanks to all those that made me smile today. Talking of which, it's time to go, I have a guest - it's time for my next lesson............

Still

There was a moment last night when we were making love (and I've changed to say making love rather than sex because it was) when, and it's going to be real hard to explain it, but it was the most most magical moment ever. I won't go into too much detail and I appreciate I blogged about it last night - I stayed up real late because I just couldn't sleep and I just had to note it down. But it's stayed with me throughout the day and I need to revisit the moment and it needs to be recorded.

I've never experienced anything like it before, like I said it was magical - totally and utterly; but I'm not just referring to the physical aspects. It was more than that, it was spiritual, soulful and greater than the sum of its parts; there was something, some feeling or emotion between us and shared by us that elevated it to the next level. And I'm not talking about love, I know I love my boyfriend and my boyfriend loves me; it was greater than that - greater than anything I know or have known. It's impossible to pinpoint and perhaps I shouldn't even try to explain it because it's inexplicable.

It was just a perfect moment in time, a moment when everything that binds us together made the most perfect sense and shone with such clarity it was blinding. In that moment two living breathing individuals merged together as one, I'm certain the clocks forgot to count time and nature took advantage. It was the way it was meant to be, one persons life imitating another persons life, a carbon copy so perfect I could not even tell the difference; I knew it was happening, I was living the moment as it occurred and was fully appreciative of it.

This probably doesn't make much sense to you dear readers, I don't know if I've done a good job here, but it's the truth as best as I can describe it. However, I do know it will make sense to the one person that matters and for this post that's all that really matters........

Slow love

After a week away from my boyfriend I was seriously horny; a week is a long time to be without him and without sex. As soon as I saw him the fire inside re-ignited, I wanted to forgo tea and everything else that stood in the way and take him straight to bed; I was gagging for it. We didn't but I was willing time on until we did. Once we got there I thought we'd go at it like rabid dogs, I certainly wanted to but we didn't..........

My boyfriend took the lead, dictating the pace and slowing it to a crawl; taking his time, being very deliberate and very precise. We spent the longest time ever just kissing, snogging, touching and holding each other real close; building up and up and up. It was electric, the air was heavily charged and I can't recall a time that I've been hornier nor wanted sex so much; I thought I would burst into the flames.

The sex followed the same pattern as the foreplay - so slow, so sensual and so erotic. It was nothing like I had envisaged and it was all the better for it; it was better than anything I could ever envisage. I was helpless, paralysed with pleasure and at the total and utter mercy of my boyfriend; he took good care of me, I was in safe hands, I adore him xoxoxoxoxoxox.

Prince - Slow Love & Adore (Dortmund 88)
by glamslam

Put it in your mouth

I didn't cry...............

But still it was just so good to see my boyfriend again after a week apart - just the best feeling and the best sight ever to welcome him in through the front door. He brightens my world up by just being in it, a part of it; he makes the clouds disappear and the sun shine. To feel him in my arms, to touch him, to kiss him, to see his smile and the beauty in his eyes makes all those thoughts I had yesterday disappear; and also makes me realise why I have such thoughts from time to time. I miss him when we're apart for any length of time - plain and simple. Talking of lengths........

Gosh he makes me so horny, even though we've been together as boyfriends for over five months, the mere sight of him still turns me on; and when I've not seen him for a week that excitement is doubled. I mean look at the photo below.

We we're only snogging with a touch of light petting and look what he does to me; it's the biggest boner I've ever had in my life. Not that I'm complaining it's seriously huge, as solid as rock, pink and is aching to be used. Which is a shame with me being predominantly submissive and desperate for a good length myself but there are other means to an end, such as sucking it. Thankfully my boyfriend was more than happy to oblige and was soon sucking and licking with a feverish passion. I mean with a gift like that staring you in the face why waste it? He told me it tasted so good........

....... and minty too. Yes, I brought my boyfriend a gift back - some Blackpool Rock, and I appreciate it's a bit twee and childish to boot but I couldn't resist. I think it captures that air of innocence and invokes the childhood memories of day trips or holidays to Blackpool, in my mind it's the perfect gift. Perhaps you should all take a trip to Blackpool dear readers, to go and rediscover your own childhood innocence because I know what you were probably thinking whilst reading this post the first time right? Tut, tut, we have got dirty minds haven't we? Go on put it in your mouth you might just like it..........

Oh and what do you think of my pants by the way? I don't think you've seen them before - a pair of Bjorn Borg trunks to add to the I've no idea how many pairs of pants I now own. They're colourful aren't they.

Truths told

Truth be told Blogger world when I returned home yesterday from my week with the folks I felt lost and lonely. Returning home to an empty house without company really struck me, which is very unusual; I mean such times do not normally affect me at all, in fact I'm normally happy to get some solace and time alone after a week of incessant company. But it hurt, I kept myself busy for a while but once I'd done what I needed to do I kind of felt the silence and the loneliness; it was so bad I watched television!

I had it in mind to blog some more posts about my week away because there's one thing in particular I needed to share but I just wasn't in the right frame of mind; it would have been tainted by melancholy. I knew in advance my boyfriend was unable to visit me yesterday after I got home which is cool because we both have our own lives and commitments to fulfil. But what I would have given for him to be with me, I don't think there's any price you could care to name that I wouldn't have gladly paid. We spoke for the longest time on the telephone last night and truth be told he did cheer me up some - it was good to hear his voice and to feel connected again but I didn't tell him how I was truly feeling. Not because I wanted to hide it from him nor that he wouldn't understand but simply because I didn't want to appear selfish; here's me just returned from a week away leaving my boyfriend alone throughout and now I was back, alone and feeling lonely it wouldn't have been right to go on about it, to make him feel like he had to come around and save me. Does that make sense? It was strange...........

And I know that when he reads this he's not going to best pleased with me for bottling it up and not telling him but I thought it was for the best. Besides I survived and I'm now returning to some sense of normality with my feet planted firmly back in reality so there's no harm done. Anyway the wait is almost over, I may cry when I see him.........

Wesham

Hello there Blogger friends, do you remember me? It's been a while hasn't it but I'm back - both back at home and back posting; you see I've been away for the week visiting my folks up in Wesham. I appreciate I didn't tell you I was heading away for a while so please forgive me, sometimes I just don't have the time nor the inclination to tell you everything; but I'll try to capture the week that was in some fashion. And what a wonderful week it was, what a wonderful place Wesham is and where my folks live is just divine; you would not believe how beautiful it is and the residents are just so friendly. I mean I see them twice a year if I'm lucky and they all know me by name and take time out to come on over and talk to me; it is a community and something that's lacking in most towns and cities. It hits me hard each time I visit because it's just so beautiful and heart rendering, it strikes a chord with me and makes me realise that there are some serious old-school values of community spirit alive and well - it gives me hope.

On top of that it was just so good to spend some quality time with the folks; and although I fully appreciate the fact that I'm unconditionally loved by them it still made me feel so lucky. I mean some people don't have that for whatever reason and never have the opportunity to bask in the warm glow of parental love; I could feel it seriously, even without a word spoken I could feel their love and protection surrounding me. Whether it was doing ordinary things like sat around watching television or gardening to special things like going out together for the day it was always there; and I know I've mentioned these feelings before but they've never been so heavy in the ether for so long. I must have been tuned into the emotion of it all real good but it doesn't surprise me because being amongst such love and affection always brings out the best in me.

Here's to the peace, the quiet, the countryside, the fresh air, the wildlife and the community spirit of Wesham; to family, to togetherness, to laughter and to a very special week. I miss you almost as much as I love you, there will always be a special place in my heart and special memories to see me through until I can visit you again.

Wrong

Sometimes I'm wrong, sometimes my judgement of people is way off the mark and because of that sometimes such people surprise me - even when in my heart of hearts it really shouldn't have been a surprise at all because I should have known better due to the fact that I've known the person in this instance a very long time, 13 years to be exact. Like I said a very long time.........

The story started early this morning at work, it was a very bad start to the day to be honest because I was already tired and kind of grumpy. I wish there was something good to be tired about but I was alone last night, I just couldn't sleep and spent half the night tossing and turning. Add to that the lack of sleep from Thursday night when there was something good to be tired about and it all took it's toll. Hence, I lost my cool twice today with a couple of colleagues who deemed it both necessary and funny to joke about my sexuality. Now I like a laugh and joke over my sexuality as long as it's in good faith but this wasn't, I found it particularly offensive and distasteful; some people just don't know when to quit. Their taunts hurt me, I mean I'm openly gay and I expect a certain amount of abuse from random strangers; and I have endured very mild abuse from such in the past. But to endure such abuse from colleagues, people who know and work with me is a step too far, I just don't understand it. I appreciate they probably do not mean to cause any harm but no-one should ever have to endure such abuse regardless of its intention.

Furthermore, my boyfriend once suffered something far worse from a homophobic piece of shit and it kind of came back to haunt me. I just couldn't let it ride, for the love of my boyfriend and his experience; and for the right to live our lives without fear or threat just because we are in a same sex relationship and do not wish to hide the fact. I'm proud of myself and I'm proud of my boyfriend, hence I'd be a hypocrite to have just stood there and took the abuse. So I didn't and I lost my cool over it but I found recompense and safe harbour in the most unlikely of places..........

I spoke to Ian about it, yes we finally talked about my sexuality! I know I haven't posted any details on here about this but our friendship became strained of late. He found out I was gay a couple of weeks back from other colleagues and was upset with me for not telling him personally. We didn't speak for a week thereafter, I knew he knew and he finally knew the truth about me but neither of us were willing to start the ball rolling; we were both waiting on each other. I wish our first conversation about it related to better times but still you've got to start somewhere and he surprised me. He was very understanding, empathetic and happy for me and my boyfriend; I would have told him more to be honest but with a tired and unhappy mind I wasn't overly forthcoming with the detail but it'll wait for another day.

He also addressed the issue of my sexuality within the workplace and the problems I may face as result; and even though I know it's his job to do so it was very kind of him. It's just very reassuring to have that support, understanding and care in place both from a colleague and a friend. I've been unkind to him in the past, I've spoke unkindly of him and I didn't trust him with the truth. Like I said I judged him and I was wrong; there followed a surprise that really shouldn't have been. I know he thinks a great deal of me and in my mind the biggest obstacle between us was my sexuality, the obstacle that could make or break our friendship. I thought it would break our friendship, I was wrong again........

Burning rubber

I need air conditioning in my bedroom - seriously; I mean it's been a nice day followed by a pleasant evening weather-wise, but it's not been overly hot. I don't think the problem is to do with the weather anyway and regardless of the fact I'm glad it's not that hot because one of us may have died.......

My boyfriend is with me again tonight and when we visited the bedroom department to let off some steam, well that's exactly what we did. You would not believe the amount of sweat produced, it was running off us in sheets - no joke, I don't think I've ever sweated so much in my life before. We were literally soaked from head to foot, the bed linen is probably ruined and I'm surprised the rest of the bedroom is not under water and the bed has not turned into some kind of life raft. But it was worth it.........

You would not believe what he's done to me tonight and how long it lasted because I wouldn't believe it myself except for the fact that it's left a lasting feeling where it counts! Oh my gosh, satisfied is an understatement and the kama sutra is like a children's book in comparison to what we've just achieved; I may never walk the same again and I don't care because I'm happy. If we'd have thought ahead and signed up an independent adjudicator I'm pretty certain we'd be famous now because we'd be World Record holders; if there is a world record for gay sex?

And I'm sat here now writing this after having a cold shower, wearing only a pair of shorts and I'm still sweating - my core temperature must be off the scale and the temperature of my bottom must be similar to the surface of the sun. I have no idea what the temperature of my boyfriends disco stick is (that's a terrible euphemism I know but we've been listening to Lady Gaga) but I'm surprised it didn't melt. In fact I'm sure I can smell burning rubber.......

Heaven starlit

At last, at long last - gosh it was so good to see him happy, well, alive and kicking with that oh so cute and cheeky smile back where it belonged. It's his smile that does it, that and his eyes - just so open, sparkling with energy, taking everything in including me; sometimes I get so lost in his eyes I think I could actually drown within their beauty. Put the the smile and the eyes together and I go weak at the knees - seriously, each and every time but particularly when we've been apart for a while. Add that to the rest of his physical, mental and spiritual make-up and he's pretty close to perfection; and I only say pretty close because I believe no-one is perfect but he's the closest I've known. Besides I'm sure he would agree with me, he's the most modest of guys and perhaps he even thinks the same of me? I hope so.

If you've not guessed I'm talking of my boyfriend who is with me tonight; it's the first time we've seen each other in a week - but if you've been keeping up with the blog you'd know that already! I guess it's because he's been ill but I really did notice his smile and his eyes tonight - the life and the energy radiating from them; every word I said about them above is the heartfelt truth. It was just so good to see him as always, but to see him back to his normal self made it twice as good, it filled my heart and soul with a delicate warmth.

The familiar touch of his hand in mine, the gentle brush of his lips against mine before the first kiss and the first embrace; always looking into his eyes, lost forever in that moment and never wanting that moment to end. There's talk of a cosmic storm tonight, if you look up to the skies in the UK you may just see shooting stars lighting up the heavens. I've already witnessed the starlit heavens, they're looking at me now.............

Closing in

Good evening Blogger world, I'm going to take care of two thoughts with this one post - would you call that multitasking? And if so there's the proof that guys CAN multitask, a gay guy admittedly so perhaps that means I've got more in common with girls? Oh gosh, where is this post heading; I'm taking care of three or four thoughts now and I've not even got to what I originally wanted to post about; would you call that idle gossip? And if so there's the proof that guys CAN gossip as well as girls, a gay guy admittedly so perhaps that means were heading in circles again! Somebody stop me.........

Anyway aren't the nights closing in? I'm sat here now writing this, it's just gone 9 pm and it's dark; I've noticed it the past couple of nights - going dark so early. I'm pretty certain it's quite unusual for early August, we're still what you'd call in mid-summer and it's very early in the year for such long nights. Not that I'm complaining I adore the long nights of Autumn and Winter, particularly when I'm sat at home in the warmth when it's cold outside; there's just something so utterly charming and heart warming about it all. It's even better if you've got a special someone to wile away the long nights, to keep you warm at night and the cold at bay. Talking of which.......

The most joyous news of the week so far - my boyfriend is now over his cold and feeling much better. He's sounding better too, more like the guy I know and love. He's been ill since Friday and hasn't been in work this week so far although he's heading back tomorrow. As I said in a previous post it's the first time I've known him ill since we've been together and it's not been a nice experience. I appreciate it was only a cold but when we've spoken he just sounded so different, I could tell he was far from well and far from his usual self; it just kind of hurt a little somewhere inside, you know? I mean no one likes to see their nearest and dearest suffering for whatever reason; to see them unhappy and unusually distant is a difficult situation to comprehend - for me anyway. So to hear him happy,well and chatting away like normal tonight has cheered me up no end, it's great!

Besides it's kept us apart for a week which is never any good but still we've managed to get through and truth be told with us both being ill we really didn't feel any sexual desires. However, tomorrow evening I'm sure that will change and I'm certain it will be worth the wait; yes I finally get to see my boyfriend. I'm smiling just thinking about it, there's a happy feeling running through my soul because everything I've been waiting for is closing in................

Words

I know I've written about this before on here but still I find it kind of spooky how when I find myself at a loose end something occurs to occupy my mind and take away the boredom. I don't understand it - it's like someone or something is looking down upon me, watching me and looking out for me. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, perhaps it's just coincidence but it's happened a fair few times now, it makes me wonder......

I'm talking specifically about last night - a Saturday night when I'm usually with my boyfriend; if you've been keeping up with my posts you'll understand he's ill at the moment with a cold. Hence I found myself alone and slightly downhearted because of it all which also caused a slightly melancholic post last night. I was at a very loose end, still feeling ill myself and bored; then the phone rang it was girlfriend. She was ringing to see if I was feeling any better before we digressed and talked, laughed and talked some more, about 30 minutes more to be exact. The end result was that she cheered me up, picked me out of the doldrums and put a smile back upon my face. So much so that when we finished talking I immediately phoned my boyfriend to see if he was okay; unfortunately he wasn't but I tried my best to cheer his world up and I got a ghost of a laugh from him. It was just nice to hear his voice, regardless as to whether he didn't sound his normal, happy self; and we still managed the small talk if nothing else. I hope sending loving thoughts, hugs and kisses through satellites work.

After finishing up on that conversation my Mum phoned me to check I was okay; and we began talking about my brother before moving onto my boyfriend. When she found out he was ill too, oh my gosh I cannot repeat what she said to me, or can I? She said, "you two shouldn't be dicking each other all the time!" I kid you not, those were my Mums words, which to to be honest are true, to the point and hilariously funny - so cool; I was laughing and coughing so much I thought I was going to pass out.

It was now getting late and I headed into the kitchen for a cigarette and a drink of water before going to bed. (Note to self smoking whilst I have a cough and cold is not beneficial!) Can you guess the next occurrence? If it involves a ringing phone you guessed correctly because my brother rings me - twice in two days; so we talk and he's making further enquiries about my boyfriend, life, work and everything in between. Figuring it was open season I turn the tables and start firing questions right back at him - he spent the day with his new love in the famous sand dunes near Corralejo under blue sunny skies and temperatures hitting 36C; as I said earlier in the week it appears luck is finally shining down upon him.

In total I spent about two hours on the phone, I didn't know I could talk so much nor have that much to say; and after thinking I was just going to be stuck at a loose end all night and going to bed early, time had flown. I looked at the clock it was closing in on midnight, I'd spoken to many of the people I hold nearest and dearest to my heart; together we laughed, bridged gaps, healed wounds and cheered ourselves up.

As I said I'm certain it's more than coincidence but whatever it may or may not have been one thing's for sure; it was time well spent. Words they make a world of difference.........

Coughs & sneezes......

........ spread diseases, so the old saying goes, unfortunately it's true boys and girls. I've been suffering from a cold since Thursday, it's laid me low, it's made me a tad grumpy and uncommunicative - when I'm feeling under the weather I always retract back into my shell. I don't like being ill nor not feeling 100%, it's not me, it taxes my energy and my brain - it just drains me. So I've just been stumbling through my work days as best as I can; clock watching until home time and trying to summon the energy to see me through, for the most part it's worked although there were times over the past couple of days when I did feel like death warmed up. But I made it through, got home, did as little as possible and went to bed early and alone. Since this afternoon I've been feeling a little better and I hope the worst is over and I make a speedy recovery from hereon in, I'm sure I will.

In case you've not noticed it's the weekend, Saturday night to be exact and although I'm working this weekend I normally have company through the evening and night in the form of my boyfriend. Tonight I find myself alone because it appears when we last saw each other on Wednesday night we shared more than just our love and passion for one another. My boyfriend is also suffering from a cold and it's laid him out, he's home alone too. His cold manifested itself on Friday and whilst speaking to him a couple of times since then on the telephone, he does sound ill. Since we've been together I've never known him ill, it's a first for me and I don't like it; to be honest it kind of upset me some. I didn't cry or anything like that but not to hear him his normal, happy self was a new experience; an experience that I didn't like, that unsettled me; and I felt kind of hopeless too - here's me not feeling too good and I know my boyfriend is ill too but there's nothing I can do to help him. I'd love to go around and look after him, to nurse him back to health but whilst I'm ill and working too there's nothing I can do - it's frustrating. He'll survive and all but still I feel I should be doing something more, I don't know........

I feel guilty too because I know he caught the cold off me; I felt it coming on Wednesday night - it was there in the background and despite hoping for the best, hoping it was a false alarm, I was wrong. When I woke up on Thursday morning I knew I was going to suffer, unfortunately I wasn't going to suffer alone because I'd shared more than just my love. So I'm sorry babes and I hope you get better real quick; I don't like to hear you in such a state - it doesn't suit you. Besides I miss you xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Building bridges

I've just been speaking to my brother on the telephone, have I ever told you anything about my brother? Probably not, those I care for in my life do not get much ink on here because I'm extremely protective of them. Anyway he's four years older than me and moved away from home when he was 17 to the Lake District, we kept in touch and saw each other occasionally but we kind of drifted. We always got on, it's not like there was any bad blood or anything between us, but still looking back it's far from ideal. I'm sure there have been lots of missed opportunities as a result, sometimes I am far from ideal and don't always make an effort.......

He moved to Fuertventura earlier this year to live, he knew a guy over there who offered him a job and a place to live and he went for it - it was a brave move. It's the first time I've spoken to him since. It was good to hear from him, very good in fact - he's settled in fine, work is going well and he's found a new love, a local person; he sounded very happy. My brother deserves some good luck and happiness, he didn't find much of that in the UK, sometimes it was of his own doing other times just circumstance dealing a bad hand. I guess we all get times like that but it seemed to dog my brother some; perhaps he's broken that spell with the move abroad.

Most of the talk then moved to me, playing catch up with my coming out as gay, my boyfriend and all the exploits that entailed, there was plenty to talk about - it was like a sound bite of the whole of this blog but with some more personal details added; as I said a lot to talk about, to share, to laugh and cry about - we shared the odd tear.

It's made my night, it was wonderful to reconnect without any hidden agenda, to be truthful and open about my sexuality with him; and to just talk. And just to hear him happy, lucky and lucky in love, it filled my heart with joy - it's been a long time coming. I guess it's what we all search for in this life, some may have to wait longer than others and some it may elude completely. It appears happiness, good luck and love have found my brother; I can think of no other person in my life that's more deserving. Long may it last..................

For my brother with love - distance may keep us apart but love will always be the bridge. May you forever be happy and lucky in love and life xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Subliminal messages

Good evening dear readers, let me take you upon a time trip; a trip back in time to last week to where this story began. I didn't want to post this story until last night became history due to circumstance that will soon become evident. You see last week I was innocently surfing the internet, just killing some downtime whilst I was alone and for some reason I decided to check out asos. com; I'd been told they sell fashion clothing at reasonable prices. So I clicked on over simply to check it out and to see what all the fuss was about; it was never in my mind to purchase anything - I've got way too many clothes and I've been spending money like it's going out of style anyway. But I found an item that I'd never seen anywhere before, that was so perfect and made me laugh so much that I had no choice but to abuse my credit card a little bit more. I did all of this in secret, I didn't tell my boyfriend, not because I thought he'd moan at me for spending more money but simply because I wanted it to be a surprise. On Monday of this week my order was delivered.........

Fast forward to last night when my boyfriend was with me and as usual when my boyfriend and I are together we indulged in sex. Now I like to think our sex life is varied, interesting and above all brings great joy, satisfaction and happiness to us both. It's fun too as sex should be, so to keep those elements alive and well, paying particular attention to the fun element, I wore my new purchase. When the time came we went upstairs to the bedroom and began kissing, touching and fondling each other whilst our bodies became increasingly intertwined. It was around this point that I completely forgot about my new purchase; to be honest I completely forgot just about everything as my mind became completely focused upon the cute guy that was in my arms and making me so hot. As the action heated up my boyfriend began to undress me, first went the t-shirt, second I felt a tug on the waistband of my track pants and before they'd even reached my knees third came the.................

LAUGHTER! I kid you not my boyfriend was in fits of laughter - it startled me, to be honest it unnerved me and I thought there was something seriously wrong. Then it hit me, my new purchase..........

I know - like I need anymore underwear? But as I said I just couldn't resist, they are just perfect though and I've never seen anything like them before. To be honest it kind of spoiled the moment, one minute we were getting all hot and bothered, the next minute we were rolling around laughing. But once we'd both got over the surprise and the laughter we soon resumed where we left off and continued from there to heaven.

The small talk afterwards consisted mostly of questions about and mocking of my new pants - where did you buy them from? Why did you buy them? When did you buy them? How much did they cost? They look so tacky, so cheap etc. Followed by a major contradiction - did you get me any? Yes, they look so tacky and cheap in my boyfriends eyes but he still craved some; it's a good job I'm a kind, loving and thoughtful boyfriend.......

Big cock

Another thing I failed to do over the weekend was blog about our sex - how unusual is that? It's a rhetorical question because I know the answer - it's very unusual. That's probably because we didn't have sex, not once, after all sex isn't everything right? There's many more things our relationship is based upon other than sex and we can both survive quite happily without it; now how unusual is that? That is the BIG question!

Or not as the case maybe because it's an out and out lie I'm glad to report; I mean how many gay guys do you know that don't like sex? It's two guys together, is there anything else that needs to be said on the subject? NO! But if you don't know any gay guys, if you don't have any gay friends you should get some, we're great fun to be around trust me. We'll enrich your sulky, boring, straight lives with fun and laughter; and show you how it could have been if you'd have walked the right path. No more I've got a headache tonight darling, it's that time of the month or I'd rather have a bar of chocolate; does that sound familiar? Replace all that nonsense with sex, sex and more sex every step of the way - oh happy days!!

Anyway you'll be glad to hear that I'm going to make up for my complete lack of sexual activity posting over the weekend, come on I know it's the only reason why you bother to check in on this blog boys and girls! I'm not going to try and recollect our sexual encounters because I think it would seem somewhat contrived to do it so long after the event (you see two days without sex and I'm referring to it as so long!) I prefer to blog about sex when it's still fresh in my mind and other areas of my anatomy and whilst I'm still on that high; I feel no shame in sharing such details when I'm feeling that way.

Instead I'm going to post a photo of my boyfriends cock and before you all feel compelled to email me and complain about it; remember it's my blog, he's my boyfriend and he has a beautiful cock, so why not? I appreciate some cocks are horrible to look at and kind of put you off - I've seen a few in my time but that said I was never THAT put off; I mean I've gone that far so I'm not going to stop just because it looks ugly - as long as it works correctly and for a decent length of time who cares? But my boyfriends cock is genuinely beautiful to look at, to touch, to........ (you can guess the rest!)

And it's big too - massive in fact, I've never seen a bigger cock in my life before and at the business end of things it works. Boy does it work - it does everything and more a cock should do. My friends often wonder why I pretty much always have a smile upon my face and why my boyfriend makes me so happy, well wonder no more.........

Be honest what were you all thinking of................? And just to clear up any misunderstandings the man in the photo is NOT my boyfriend; furthermore my boyfriend does NOT have any pets of any kind.

Good enough to eat

One thing I forgot to tell you about the weekend that just was; if you have a boyfriend, whether he's straight or gay and whether you're straight or gay (I just hope you're both of the same persuasion otherwise that would make for an interesting relationship) buy him some Black Pepper body wash and body lotion from Molton Brown.

Trust me, just buy it as gift for his birthday, anniversary, christmas (it will soon be here) or just because you love him; because not only is it a gift for him it's a gift for you too! Seriously it smells absolutely divine; I mean I've used the body wash before but I've never used the matching body lotion. Used together they are simply gorgeous, there's no other way to describe the scent, it is just beautiful, subtle and not at all overpowering. You now how some body products for guys are so powerful they smell artificial and you can smell the scent from 100 yards this isn't. And going off on a tangent why do some guys seem to soak themselves in fragrance? When I was single I met a few and it's the biggest turn off (for me anyway) - they may look outrageously cute but when you try to get up close and personal to them you start choking and your eyes start stinging because of the aftershave overload. It's a case of I would love to take you home and spend some time with you but my desire to breathe is slightly higher on the agenda tonight. Maybe that's where the phrase "it's a crying shame" originates?

Anyway my boyfriend used his body wash and body lotion over the weekend - in my eyes he doesn't need anything else to make him anymore gorgeous but still it's a killer. Oh my gosh, the scent suits him so well and makes him one hell of a boy magnet - seriously attractive; I'm just glad that boy magnet is polarised in my direction! He smelt good enough to eat boys and girls; which was a good job because the combination of gorgeously cute and sexy boyfriend and the Black Pepper made me feel dizzy and had me falling to my knees in no time.........

fred astaire

my boyfriend who writes this blog is in the shower. and whilst hes gone im going to surprise him. i normally write to girlfriend at this time but tonight is different. hello girlfriend i hope youre ok and had a nice weekend. we were listening to this cd whilst driving to marple today. we were singing along too. i love james almost as much as i love my boyfriend :-). he writes lots of beautiful things about me and i dont get a chance to write things about him except when writing comments.

watching him last night dancing and having the time of his life made me very happy. hes a good dancer too dont believe what he wrote. i love to see him happy and not thinking about things. he is a different person when he lets his guard down and he does most of the time now. hes changed me aswell for the better. i think im a better person since weve been together and i know im happier. my friends told me so and theyre the ones that can see the change.

all the time we spend together is beautiful. i love spending time with him he gives me something to look forward to. when we talk he says the most beautiful things and hes my best friend aswell as my boyfriend. each time i think of him makes me smile.

last night when we were dancing together and today when cuddling him reminded me of this song. it made sense to me when we listened to it today. when im with him i feel like a millionaire. thats how much he means to me. im glad youre my boyfriend babes. you make me feel like fred astaire. i love you very much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

So alive

What a great day dear readers and I can think of no better way to finish off a weekend. Gosh, these days are treating me so very kind - from watching a movie with my boyfriend Friday night, to seeing my folks Saturday, to going out dancing with my boyfriend last night and onto today - just wonderful. It honestly blows me away, totally and utterly; how I adore my life, every single part of it, I wouldn't change a thing right now - I think it's pretty close to perfection.

There's something about being close to water that is so endearing and attractive, maybe it's the fact that we, as human beings, are made up of whatever percentage of the stuff (that's not a scientific term in case you're wondering!) I'm not alone in this love, I know many friends, including my boyfriend who love it too. Be it by the sea, a river, a waterfall or wherever there is a flow or movement of water it just attracts humans with its sound, rhythm and endless movement. I find it quite haunting, hypnotic and lyrical, I could stand and watch the moving water for endless hours, get lost within its flow and lost within myself.

Today we took a trip to Marple Locks, it was my boyfriends idea, I've never been there before today which is a crying shame on my part. If like me you've never been there before I urge you to go, just do it and soon, you won't regret it. It's the most beautiful place you could ever imagine, just magical and so close to Stockport it's untrue because it feels like its a world away. If you're unfamiliar it's basically part of the Macclesfield canal network with pathways to the side where you can walk and follow its route; which is what we did.

We walked, talked, held hands, took in the scenery, sat down, watched the canal boats glide leisurely by, walked some more and enjoyed the peace and quiet together. You can literally walk for miles and I think we covered a few today even though it didn't feel like it; it was the perfect antidote to refresh our mind, body and soul after the excesses of the previous late night. We stopped for lunch at The Ring o 'Bells a pub perched on the canal side with a patio area that looks straight over the canal; the Sunday roast is to die for, absolutely awesome and the perfect way to refuel whilst watching life pass idyllically by.

We lost ourselves in its charm, there were times when we both fell silent and I guess kind of drifted away; I would turn to my boyfriend and he looked so at ease with the world that it made me smile from the inside out. Occasionally he'd catch me peering into his world and turn to catch my eye before smiling and kissing me; his eyes just told the story. I've never felt so alive.......

When I look in your eyes.....

Top of the morning Blogger friends, the sun is shining in Stockport today! It's been a while since I've seen the sun and I almost forgot what it looked like but now I remember - it's beautiful, just like someone else I know...........

Talking of it's been a while my boyfriend and I went out into Manchester last night for the first time in absolutely ages; and I mean weeks and weeks, just too long. But we made up for our hiatus in some style and I'm not talking of getting overly drunk nor of indulging in overly lewd acts in public places. No, we just had a fantastically innocent time - just two guys out together, enjoying each others company, having fun together, enjoying the surroundings, enjoying the City and enjoying the music.

Oh gosh the music, now I'm not a big dancer because I don't think I'm a good dancer, I'm not blessed with a great deal of rhythm; however I love the slow, smoochy tracks where I can get up close and personal with my boyfriend. Where we can hold each other in our arms and kiss and touch - I find such times just utterly romantic. But last night, I don't know, I guess I was possessed by the spirit of John Travolta or something, it was like a gay version of Saturday Night Fever, seriously. I've never danced so much in my life and as a result we've never had so much fun, just fantastic; regardless as to whether I'm any good I just didn't care and went for it. And what a workout, we pretty much tired ourselves out and worked up one hell of a sweat but it felt so good; and it was so good, just dancing the night away together. I just felt so free, I don't know how better to describe it, there were no thoughts in my mind it was just so clear and my eyes were transfixed on my boyfriend - smiling, laughing and singing back at me.

The highlights of the night were............

Obviously and with a huge dose of irony, you'll hear it being played in just about every gay bar or club you care to visit. But just a top song and we were singing the chorus back to one another at the top of our voices whilst throwing our hands in the air. Later on, seldom heard but just a fantastic track.........

It had me dancing like something not right but the music took me over completely. However I took time out to place my hands upon my boyfriends shoulders and look him directly in the eyes whilst singing "sometimes when I look in your eyes I can see your soul." There's never been a truer lyric sung..........

Think again

It's been a busy old day blogger friends despite it being a day which threatened obscurity with my boyfriend at work and me left home alone to do the housework. Which is exactly as it began, my boyfriend left for work at 8 o'clock and I kind of lay in bed restless for an hour before deciding to get up.

After breakfast I started dusting, hoovering and cleaning to get the house back into some kind of respectable condition; all the time thinking how much better the time could be spent if work had not intervened, but you've got to go with the flow and I appreciate there are plenty of times when the roles are reversed, when my boyfriend is off work and I'm not. But we cope and we kind of like it, despite my complaining here, it makes the quality time we do spend together all the more special and enjoyable; and stops it becoming stale, boring and run of the mill. That may sound like a contradiction but I hope you understand what I'm trying to highlight?

Anyway I think someone somewhere upon a higher plain is looking out for me because at around elevenish my folks phoned me and asked if I was busy today. I gave them the low down and they asked if they could pay a visit; my potentially obscure day had just been transformed. A couple of hours later they were knocking upon my front door, we had lunch and coffee before taking a trip into Stockport - my folks adore shopping in Stockport. We spent many a happy hour wandering around the shops, checking out the sales and taking time out to drink the odd cup of coffee (like I need to spend anymore money and need anymore clothes!) As always just great to see them and spend some time with them, particularly as it wasn't planned nor expected. Before they left I got some motherly advice, my mum told me the boyfriend tags I was displaying upon my neck did not become me. I didn't think she noticed to be honest and as soon as they phoned up this morning I rushed to the bathroom to apply a copious amount of Savlon to them in the hope they may miraculously disappear. It appears miracles do not happen so quickly boys and girls and there was me thinking the weekend meant it would be safe to allow my boyfriend to chew passionately upon my neck.

Like everything that's happened so far this weekend I guess it's time to think again......

Man has forgotten.......

......... how to listen; and so began the movie we watched last night. As previously posted we stayed in last night and after me choosing which movies to watch over the past couple of weeks I left the choice to my boyfriend. It's one of his favourite movies, he brought it with him and urged me to sit and watch it despite me being put off by the reviews I read regarding it upon its release.

We watched "Lady In The Water" by M. Night Shyamalan, I'm familiar with his movies and particularly enjoyed "Sixth Sense", "Signs" and "The Village" - the former makes me cry so much, if you want to see me cry put that movie on and it's guaranteed. But I lost interest with him after watching "Unbreakable" and never returned to the fold again.

So I sat down in trepidation last night and truth be told I would have never watched the movie except for the insistence of my boyfriend. It was a revelation - what a wonderful movie; it's pretty much a fairy tale in every aspect; from the story, to the script, to the way it's filmed. It maintains that innocence of movie making to simply tell a story; that's its sole purpose and it's done so delicately and honestly it achieves its goal wonderfully well. Without violence and only moderately scary moments, it's part character study through the ensemble cast, part fantasy but 100 % recommended. It's just so pure and refreshing to encounter something so different, that probably wasn't produced to entertain critical acclaim and success but was just produced because it could be.

We learned from the special features after the movie that the story started its life as a bedtime story that M. Night Shyamalan told to his children. He simply made the story up to entertain his children and over time he added to to it and fleshed it out and it was eventually published as a children's book. The movie version maintains that feeling - it's far from a childish tale and I'm sure will appeal to a vast audience. It kept me quiet and utterly transfixed for its entirety I was intertwined within the tale - it is a beautiful and unique film; and one which I think is best viewed in the company of someone you hold close to your heart. Forget films filled with blood, gore, horror, violence and never ending action sequences; revisit what movie making was initially made to achieve - to simply tell a story.

I should have known better than to doubt my boyfriends taste and judgement; perhaps I myself was forgetting how to listen. Last night proved that it's never too late to learn how to listen again.........