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.