Truthfully

I never wonder why but if I needed a reminder to see those eyes, that smile and hear those words again did the trick; how I adore my cute and sexy boyfriend. I smiled, I cried, I held him tight and never wanted to let him go; and that was even before I managed to shut the front door. It was his eyes and his smile, I don't know but they just kind of light up my world - I get lost within them and all my worries and fears seem to fade away at the sight of them; I couldn't help it they made me cry, out of sheer relief that my baby was back with me if nothing else. It's just so good to have him back, to see him, to touch him, to feel him and to kiss him; man he makes me so happy, stupidly happy - I love him to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

He arrived straight from work, looking gorgeous as ever in his formal wear and I didn't even notice he'd not brought his weekend bag with him - I was too busy looking below the waistband of his trousers, how they fit him so well, you'd have no idea and I've no idea how he isn't propositioned at least ten times a day by both girls and boys; it's a mystery. Not that I'm complaining, he's all mine, but still there must be some people out there with strange tastes in men - I find it bizarre, the cutest and sexiest gay-boy in Manchester can walk about without hinderance; except from me but that is acceptable! Not that he's ever gone short of a shag when he's gone out looking for it, except for the fact that most guys thought he was a bottom and not a top - I guess that's what being so cute does for peoples perceptions; but that's another story entirely and I've no idea why I'm sharing it with you. Thankfully those days are gone for the both of us, all the sex we could possibly want is found exclusively with each other, it's fantastic - I've never been happier with another guy in my life and to prove it................

Well, it had been close on a week since we last had sex and if you've took notice of my use of the past tense within that sentence you'll understand that a week for two horny boyfriends is a very long time. We didn't waste any time, in fact it's all I've been thinking of all day - to undress my baby, to touch and taste him before feeling him inside of me. Sometimes I feel guilty for thinking of him in such terms because despite it not being the truth I can't help it - I think of his cock, I've got cock on the brain and that's not just metaphorically speaking! But my baby takes it as a compliment and indeed he often thinks the same way about me - I'm a nice warm cock receptacle (not my words) apparently (and yes that is staying in babes); he's not as innocent as he looks! But he makes me laugh so and we have no need for innocence anyway, we'll take sex any day of the week thank you, it's way more fun and pleasurable.

Despite the time that has elapsed since we last had sex neither of us forgot how to do it, I think my baby made up for the time apart in one session - he's left me kind of sore as a result; man I didn't think he was going to stop. Not that I'm complaining because it was amazing, oh my gosh to get naked with my baby, to feel his skin against mine, his body heat and his body weight pressed up against my open legs whilst he looks into my eyes is a joy in itself; there's something just so horny about maintaining eye contact during sex - to see the joy and pleasure written across my baby's face. My baby tells me watching me go through the emotion of cumming through penetration alone is the best sight in the world and often sends him over the edge. I don't doubt him although I doubt I look my best ever during such; but it is the best feeling in the world or perhaps the second best feeling in the world. The best feeling is afterwards - hot, sweaty and short of breath; lay in my baby's arms whilst kissing, cuddling, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and gazing into his eyes. It's those moments that make me feel loved in every single way possible - physically, emotionally, spiritually and most important of all truthfully.