Tease me

My baby and I went out last night for a few beers, we stayed local and as per staying local we went to the Old Rectory, our favourite local pub - it's just kind of quiet, laid back and the perfect place to unwind and enjoy ourselves in a non party, non scene manner. Not that we could find a scene of a gay variety if we even tried in Stockport because there are no gay pubs or clubs to be found; and the Old Rectory is perhaps one of the only pubs in Stockport where we do feel comfortable together. I think if we went in any pub or club in Stockport and kissed or even held hands we'd be dragged outside and assaulted, seriously - and it hurts me to say that because we're both local guys but that's the way it is unfortunately. I guess there's many other towns and cities throughout the World that are similar, it's nothing new to be victimised because we're gay, but we count our blessings regardless. We talked about this last night whilst we were out, we're very fortunate that we live so close to Manchester and its thriving gay community - unbelievably fortunate, it provides us with all we need to go out and party with likeminded people and we can just be ourselves; without need to hold back or be reserved. It must be so sad, almost soul destroying if you're gay and live miles away from any kind of scene; to live your life closeted and not be able to go out, have fun and show the World you're gay and proud. We don't know what that really feels like but we don't envy anyone in that position and we're sure there must be many - our hearts go out to you xxxxxxxxxx.

Anyway going out gave my baby the perfect opportunity to tease me rotten, he really did, he's so mischievous at times; not in a bad way, I never take offence with him, I know he's only messing with me. Besides when he's in such a mood he still looks unbelievably cute - there's like a glint in his eye, a mischievous grin on his face and he makes me laugh so much; he makes me feel loved - it's the best feeling in the World. I went for the casual lounging look last night - a pair of dark grey fleece track pants, a dark grey with orange accents t-shirt and an orange check flannel shirt. I thought it matched real good together and my baby said I looked gorgeous and he was also quick to remind me that he was right regarding the comment of me being able to go a month without washing any of my clothes without wearing the same thing twice! Admittedly, everything I was wearing was new - they were a part of my Christmas present from my folks and it was the first opportunity I had to try them out; but it didn't stop there......

Now I swear that I didn't do this deliberately, I honestly didn't, but my baby was having none of it; he was sure I'd gone a step too far again in matching my outfit up. It didn't even occur to me until my baby pointed it out but when he did oh gosh did I know about it, you see I was wearing a pair of orange Bjorn Borg pants with a blue branded waistband; and not only that but it was the first time I'd wore them and they did kind of match the accent colours on my t-shirt and the colours within my shirt. My baby was like, that's why you saved wearing those pants so you could team them up with your new tops, that's why you wanted to go out for a few beers so you could dress them up and show the World (it was a joint decision to head out boys and girls and although my pants were on show above the waist of my track pants my t-shirt and shirt covered them!) and that's why you've got so many pants so you can find the perfect match - you're getting soooooo vain! It was never ending and it was so funny, my baby had me in fits of laughter, so much so that I couldn't answer him through laughing so much.

They are awesome pants though, even my baby agrees with me on that one, they really are a seriously bright orange and just so colourful. A blogger called the Insider commented on one of my previous posts this week and we're pretty sure they blog for Bjorn Borg - the company; they left the most beautiful comment too and it meant so much to the both of us. So we'd like to say a very big thank you to the Insider for taking the time, we hope you're still with us. You're pants have made it onto the blog again, if you want to send my baby and I some free pants feel free to get back in touch, we'll love you forever if you do!

In hindsight I should have really taken a coat with me last night because when we came out from the pub the cold hit us, it was seriously freezing. However, it was a wonderful excuse to cuddle up close together whilst we took the short walk home; gosh it was so divine - it's only like a five minute walk but still, the sky was clear, there was a full moon, the cold was biting and we held each other so close all the way back, keeping each other warm. We took a short cut, well what should have been a short cut - at the end of my street there's a small block of light industrial units set back, so we cut through the car park to cut out a short walk around them. There was no one about, it's set back out of the way, it was dimly lit and it was obvious my baby was horny. His hand slipped down the back of my track pants, we began kissing and the next thing I know I'm pushed up against the wall of one of the units with my baby pushed up against me snogging my face off. Gosh it was so horny, you've no idea how much it turns me on when my baby takes control and makes me feel so submissive; as we snogged his hand went from the back of my track pants to down the front and well, for a while I forgot all about the cold. I walked the rest of the way home with a more than evident bulge on show whilst my baby whispered in my ear, teasing me again about what he was going to do with me when we got there. It was worth it, he wasn't lying...............

Ooooh pink!

You wait day and days for one post and then two turn up at once, yes I know but there it is and more importantly here starts the second post. My folks visited me today at work, the first time I've seen them since I went up to see them just after New Year and as always it was just so good to see them. We had an awesomely good time together, seriously good fun and we all spent way too much money in the shops; oh my gosh I don't need an excuse to spend money shopping but it appears anytime I go shopping with my boyfriend or my folks I tend to spend way more than planned. Not that I complain of course, I adore shopping and spending money; it's almost as enjoyable as sex, almost............

Talking of which I've not posted about our sex life in the longest time, what's wrong with me? To be honest, now that I've led myself up the path here, the chilled out, relaxing life we've been leading of late has seeped into the bedroom or wherever else we take the opportunity to have sex. I guess we all know I love to be treated like a whore during sex, I love getting ragged around whilst being shagged mercilessly - it blows my mind each and every time. Lately though, well it's not been sex, it's been love making - so delicate, so slow, so subdued and so erotic. As a result it's been so intense, concentrating solely on pleasing each others bodies, feeling each and every movement both inside and out; and we've been closer than ever in body, spirit and mind. It really has been the ultimate feeling of two boyfriends coming together as one and being so intimate with each other - it's just been more than sex, it's been all encompassing and it's rocked both our worlds. Such joy should come with a health warning, seriously, despite the loving, gentle nature our orgasms have been anything but, in fact I think being so in sync with each other has elevated them to new heights.

But anyway, back to the story; my folks visited primarily to deliver my Christmas presents - we opened them together over New Year when I visited them but with the bad weather and the snowfall I had to leave them with them due to getting the train back home. At last a month later I have my Christmas presents - mostly more clothes, at least now I'll have something to wear! Like I haven't got enough clothes, seriously I'm pretty much out of wardrobe space and I don't horde clothes I don't wear either; my baby's just said I could probably wear a new outfit everyday for a month and never wear the same thing twice - he's laughing but he's not joking, he's witnessed the marvel that is the wardrobe. That said, he's not very far behind, in fact he could be ahead of me truth be told - yes that's you baby, you're not exactly shy in dispensing with cash for clothes - I know I have witnessed the marvel that is your wardrobe too; and we've been shopping together for nigh on a year now. As I said earlier putting shopping and us together is a match made in heaven, we're in our element when we go shopping.

Secondly my folks visited to buy my Birthday presents - that's right boys and girls my birthday is very much imminent! As ever I'm very lucky and my folks are just so generous - they bought me some wonderful things which we're seriously high on my most wanted list and as a result it's left my baby somewhat stumped. There was one thing in particular that my baby said he'd get me but my folks took care of that today, so it's back to the drawing board - although my baby is relishing the challenge, he wanted to surprise me anyway rather than ask me what I wanted, so all in all I guess it's worked out ok, my baby sure thinks so anyway! He has such good taste and knows my taste implicitly too (my baby's laughing now, he's making up rude jokes to go with the text - of course we know what each other tastes like, we're boyfriends, we turn each other on, we're horny, we suck, we f@%k, we swallow, we snowball! My baby's just said that I taste exactly the same as him because he's pumped so much of his own into me! Thinking on we might even share the same DNA profile as a result - you've filled me up with your own DNA babes! Sorry, we didn't mean to go on like that, well not in public anyway; I guess I could have stopped typing but I just love the banter we share so we shared it on) so I'm certain he'll buy me something that I'll absolutely adore; not that I really need any gifts, I mean my baby's the best birthday present I could ever hope to have. I mean that from my heart too, I honestly don't expect my baby to buy me anything - his love is more than enough xoxoxoxoxoxoxox. Not that it registers but still, as I said I'm very lucky.............

It's a weighty month or two regardless, I mean there's my birthday, Valentines Day, our first anniversary, my baby's birthday, Mothers Day and my stepdads birthday all coming up. That said I took care of Mothers Day and my stepdads birthday today, as ever it wasn't planned but take me shopping and watch me spend. Suffice to say Beaverbrooks had a bumper day today, oh my gosh and looking back upon it now and talking about it with my baby it must have looked so funny. The poor sales assistant probably didn't know whether she was coming or going by the end - what started off as one purchase turned into four; it was a case of that looks nice, can I have a look at that one, I'll buy that one and that one and that one! We eventually left the store only to return five minutes later to buy another one, when we walked in again the sales assistant thought there was something wrong - seriously, is there a problem she asked!

My gay tendencies showed through too, my Mum wanted a new hairdryer and I was picking up all the brightly coloured or floral patterned designs - aren't hairdryers super trendy these days? I was like you've got to buy this one, it's twice as expensive as the one you really need but it looks awesome, who cares how it works it looks gorgeous! My Mums pragmatic side won through in the end but it didn't go unnoticed that my feminine side was in full bloom - I can't help it if I'm drawn to pink, bright or floral patterns; my Mum said I wouldn't like to see you out on a Saturday night in the gay village. In more ways than one I don't think she would.........

Children at play

Good evening boys and girls, have you missed us? I don't know why I feel obliged to write a post simply to inform you all my baby and I are happy, well and still in love but I do; I guess because it is kind of unusual for us to be quiet for so long. I mean there's normally at least a post everyday and as soon as that scheme is broken people assume something is wrong or I'm upset or have taken offence at someone or something. I'm glad to report there's been nothing of that sort going on, in fact life has been treating us both so very kindly of late; both in our respective work and personal lives. We find ourselves on such a steady ship at the moment where life just slides by without incident and as a result we're both real chilled out and relaxed; it is kind of unusual to be honest because we both work amongst the public and as such, well there's normally someone who's unhappy or wants to upset the apple cart. We normally have horrible tales to tell each other after coming home from work or one of us have endured an impossibly bad day at work for whatever reason and that's when we lean on each other, help each other through and heal each other with our love. Admittedly I'm way worse than my baby, I let stuff like that affect me way too much and it does drag me down occasionally and I need his love and affection to see me through. My baby deals with that kind of stuff easier and tends to just shrug it off his shoulders and carry on with life; but there are times when he needs a kiss and cuddle from me to help him through. I've been corrected sorry - it's my kisses, cuddles and love that see my baby through everyday; whether it's a good or a bad day my baby always needs my kisses, cuddles and love. Bless you babes, you're the sweetest boyfriend and you can always count on my love xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

So my baby and I were apart Monday and Tuesday due to work getting in the way but since then we've been together every night and we'll continue to be throughout the weekend; despite me working all weekend again and my baby working today. As already mentioned the time we have spent together this week has just been so relaxing, it really has been glorious, there's been nothing on our minds but each other - no troubles, no worries, just us. We've not done a great deal either, each night has found us cuddled up together on the sofa listening to music or watching the television or a movie. It's been beautiful, just awesomely simple, lay in each others arms talking, laughing, kissing, cuddling and touching; I don't think we've been so chilled out in ages, if ever before. It just seems so right and so homely; and we talked about this earlier but we've both been so looking forward to getting home from work this week, dressing down and relaxing together - nothing more; seriously we've both been getting excited about doing nothing more than spending time with each other without distraction. And my baby called it quite true, he said the times spent doing nothing together are just as good as everything else we do; they really are, it's been a beautiful week.

Last night was just the perfect epitome of this, I was sat across my baby's lap, we were kissing and cuddling when, and I don't know why I did it, I pretended my right hand was a plane flying through the air complete with engine noises - I know! So my hand was winging through the air, twisting and turning when it landed on my baby's nose and I gently pinched it between two fingers; it was the silliest fun ever, seriously. I did it again and again - I let go of my baby's nose and recommenced the flight until it eventually reached it's destination once more; and I almost cried, no joke because it had my baby in fits of laughter - to see him smiling and giggling so much, almost uncontrollably, and to see him so very happy, it was a beautiful sight. It struck me right in the heart, I was appreciating the absolute stunning beauty of the moment right there and then, as I was living it; and I don't know this may sound dumb but the moment just showed my baby in all his naked glory. I'm not talking clothing wise either, it was a window into my baby's heart and soul, he was defenceless and everything he truly is just poured on through; I think it's the closest I've ever been in my life to purity, it's stayed with me all day today and made me smile when I thought on it. My baby has a beautiful nose too, I appreciate it's hardly the most important thing in life, but it is; he's got a small button nose (I don't know if that's even close to a correct description) that's perfectly in proportion to the rest of his facial features; beautiful in every single way, just like him................

I think the World and living through this life strips so much from us if we're not careful; it makes us hardened, afraid and as a result we lose sight of what's really important. It erodes our innocence, our hearts and souls to a degree; and I say this because I think I've felt this, I've been lost down way too many roads way too many times in my life, and it didn't make me a better person for it. But since being with my baby I've rediscovered the things that are important in life, he's helped me to focus, he's found the innocence of childhood within my heart and set it free.

So drive safe dear readers there's children at play and if you don't take your foot off the pedal once in a while everything that's beautiful in this life will just pass you by in a blur. It's good advice trust me I know xxxxxxxxxx.

For my baby, this is what you have made me - a better person. Love always xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Frames

Something happened after we left you last night; now I don't know what's up with me lately but as you've probably read if you've been keeping up with my posts the small things in life have just been standing out stark in my eyes. Not that I'm complaining, far from it, it's a beautiful place to find myself at - it's like I'm so finely tuned into the rhythm of life that the moments and feelings that really do matter to me have been around in abundance. Maybe it's love, it probably is, I mean I find myself in a place of such ease and comfort when I'm with my boyfriend; and being with him has helped me so much from a personal perspective - he's helped steady my ship and I've learned so much from him that, well, the difference is there for all to see.

Anyway there was a moment of sheer and utter beauty last night; and it was such an ordinary moment that it made it all the more extraordinary. I don't know what time it was but it was close to bedtime, my baby he got up from the sofa, yawned and in doing so stretched his body out like he was reaching for the sky. As I said last night he was wearing a pair of fleece track pants and a t-shirt; and as he stretched out the sight that greeted me was just gorgeous. Now I've seen his body so many times that the moment shouldn't have struck me so hard; that's not to say I ever get bored of seeing his body or touching it or being close to it or indeed having parts of it inside me; and I doubt I ever will. But still, as he stretched out his t-shirt rode up his body to reveal his track pants sat low on his hips, the waistband of his pants beneath on show, his smooth flat stomach and his bulge neatly packaged and perfectly formed in the front of his track pants. It was a fleeting moment but it was like my eyes were taking photos, all in that second or two of absolute everydayness I witnessed something so beautiful; perfectly framed in the body of what the world sees as a regular guy. It was anything but regular, it was breathtaking, it was so special just like my baby; the most perfect form ever created. I love him so very much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Four words

I was working today, I left my baby in bed and had to get up at stupid o'clock this morning, I could have so easily stayed there with him, so easily, it was all I wanted to do. The alarm clock jolted me from a deep and silent sleep; and as I came to my senses my baby wrapped his arm across my chest, the bed was so warm - it was awesomely, toasty warm; I could feel the heat seeping up out of the top of the duvet. I know my baby and I are hot stuff when we're together but still, gosh the heat from our bodies trapped beneath the duvet, I don't know but it really did hit me during my groggy morning wake up call. I kissed my baby, the alarm kind of woke him too, which always makes me feel sorry for him when he doesn't have to get up, although that's not why I kissed him. I kissed him because he's the most beautiful sight I could ever hope to see in the dim light of mornings predawn, I kissed him because I love him to bits and I told him he was beautiful and I loved him too. And despite being a bad morning person my baby he just illuminates them, he makes me smile even at that time of day and puts happy thoughts in my heart and soul, it's impossible not to feel happy when we're together.

I headed to the bathroom and made myself clean, presentable and ready to face the day; and when I returned to the bedroom my baby was fast asleep again. I've never known any other guy that looked so natural, so angelic, so at peace and so beautiful whilst sleeping; seriously it's the most breathtaking sight I've witnessed. Not only that but he was kind of cuddling the pillow where I'd been sleeping, like he was missing me - at least that's what I like to think; my baby has just said he was missing me, even when he's asleep he misses me if I'm not with him, oh gosh........... His arms were stretched out from under the duvet and across the bed cuddling my pillow; and as such his chest was peeking out from under the duvet; my baby's chest - so toned, defined and smooth - damn he turns me on, every single inch of his body turns me on. Serious eye candy, but not only can I look, I can touch, kiss, taste and feel all the time; I'm the only guy in the World that can do that - just me, lucky me! Not that I did that this morning, I didn't want to disturb him again nor did I have the time unfortunately; I gently pulled the duvet up over his chest to keep him warm and gently kissed him - he looked so fragile, he melted my heart. It's a vision that stayed imprinted on my mind all day at work today, it accompanied me through the day and kept me smiling.

I returned home after a mind numbing day at work, it was a day of serious nothingness and it dragged, man did it drag. I guess because absolutely nothing happened and also because I just so wanted the day to end so I get back home and get back to my baby; when it did I just needed some mental stimulation - the day honestly did numb my mind. I wasn't disappointed, I returned home to be welcomed by my baby, a smile, lots of kisses and cuddles - the day was forgotten about in an instant. My baby had been busy - tea was on the go and well, it's just one of those small things in life, the things that always strike me the hardest; but to return home after a day at work - good, bad or indifferent it doesn't really matter - to a warm house, to the guy I love and to the smell of a cooked meal made with love, care and attention; it blew me away. Just such a kind and considerate gesture, beyond words - well there were some words spoken but they shall remain private; and my baby he wouldn't let me do a thing, he waited upon, took care and looked after me. The tea he made was awesome, he did chicken chasseur, I've not had that in the longest time and as usual when either of us cook for each other there was loads of it; and as usual when we eat together we finished it off too, all of it. We have awe inspiring appetites but it's difficult not to eat food when it tastes as good as my baby's chicken chasseur; it was a spectacular taste sensation - once again real warming, heartening winter food and perfect after a day spent in the cold and the rain.

And now, well we're sat together on the sofa, I'm perched in between my baby's legs and he's cuddling me from behind; so warm, so safe, so cosy and so loved. We've had sex, we've shared a bath and we're both dressed in fleece track pants and t-shirts; it's the only code of dress that suits such occasions. Because we've never felt so relaxed in the longest time, seriously we are so chilled out and carefree, I could quite happily fall asleep right now in my baby's arms. My baby's just called it so true - he's said it's like his mind is in neutral, with nothing to worry or concern him he can just concentrate on the things that matter the most - you, me, together, love. I couldn't have said it better myself and that's perhaps the most beautiful sentence ever spoken; life captured so perfectly, so vividly and so simply - encapsulated in four words.........

Wishing you all a peaceful and restful night blogger friends, until next time goodnight, with love xxxxxxxxx.

Desire

You've not missed anything boys and girls since my last post, but I have, oh gosh how I have.......

Work has kept my baby and I apart since Wednesday morning, late finishes followed by early starts and late finishes wiped us out on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday night. I appreciate it's easy for those that don't understand the dynamics to say surely we can see each other after work? Which we could, I mean it's not out of the question by any means, but what it does mean is that we'd have a couple of hours maximum with each other after getting home, showered, changed and having tea. It would all be a huge rush and effort for very little payback; which is not to say that it wouldn't be absolutely fantastic to see my baby, because any time spent with him is a delight but it just wouldn't be quality time. We wouldn't enjoy it the same, as soon as we got settled together the night would be gone; and besides my baby has to sort his own flat out occasionally, he needs some time to do his stuff.

Wednesday and Thursday was cool, I kept the hours I had to myself after work busy but come Friday, oh my gosh, it hit home so hard both day and night - I missed my baby so much. You'd have thought that the closer it got to us being back together the easier it would have been but it wasn't, not by any stretch of the imagination. I sent my baby a text during my lunch break at work on Friday afternoon and I cried, I kid you not, I was sat in the canteen (on my own mercifully) and I cried whilst texting him. It's a good job our breaks didn't match up because if we'd have been talking, well, I think I'd have been in floods of tears. I spent the remainder of my break just staring at his photos on my phone; he's such a beautiful guy and the photo of him on my wallpaper just captures him perfectly - so cute with a mischievous little grin and a glint in his eye. It made me so thankful for what I've got but gosh did it hurt; and perhaps that's the key to our relationship.

Thankfully we get to spend lots of time together and truth be told, work or other commitments do not keep us apart much or often. But when it does for any considerable length of time it does hurt and it makes us both realise what life would be like without each other, seriously it's horrible. That said, we think it's a double edged sword, we never take each other for granted and perhaps that's exactly why, because we cherish each other so much and we don't want to have that feeling of being apart for any longer than necessary. Admittedly, I'm slightly more prone to being emotional during such times and that's why I didn't blog about it until tonight. My baby knows I cry and he knows I'm emotional and sensitive; and he loves that side of me but he doesn't like me blogging about such when we're apart and when he can't be with me to help me through. It upsets him (oh gosh I'm crying - just the thought of my baby being upset has started me off. Just give us a minute.........) and as you've guessed, well there's no need to guess, I hate to see or know my baby is upset; and if the cause of his upset is me that just makes it a million times worse; I only want to see him happy, I only want him to be happy and I only want to protect him from any harm. I just love him to bits, I absolutely adore him xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Not that I hid it from him, we talked about it on the telephone and the text I sent that made me cry was about such feelings too; but then it's just between the two of us and my baby, well, just to hear his voice comforts me and puts me at ease.

Today has found us both working and texting each other throughout, counting down the hours and the minutes until we found ourselves back together again. Being apart maybe the most painful part of our relationship but that first cuddle and kiss when we see each other afterwards is the most sweetest feeling. I didn't want to let go of my baby, I didn't want to stop kissing him and I couldn't stop the tears from falling yet again. Tonight I have someone to hold me tight, tonight I have someone to kiss me, tonight I have someone to dry my tears and turn them into a smile. Tonight I'm with the most beautiful guy in the world, tonight I'm with my boyfriend. Goodnight xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Ethereal

Last night, the Laura Veirs gig, oh my gosh it was magical - that's the only word for it magical, all of it. Despite it not being the cheapest gig ever at £12 a ticket, which is quite expensive for the Academy, and as I paid for both my baby and me because it was my gig - it was me that wanted to go and see her, it was worth every single penny. She was brilliant and it was the perfect venue for her - the Academy 3 is such a small, intimate venue and as such if you got close enough to the stage, well it was like she was playing in your living room whilst you had a couple of hundred friends around. That doesn't really make sense does it? What I mean is if she was playing a venue any bigger, say the Apollo or something, or maybe even Academy 1 for that matter, the music would have been lost. That kind of music lives and breathes in such small venues, it's the attention to detail within the musicianship that counts here and not the volume level; whatever it was better than I imagined and my baby..............

He wasn't overly looking forward to it but he really did enjoy himself - he said she's much better live than on the records, which was a fair point; the songs really did come alive in front of us - they were a bit less clinical and a bit more rough around the edges. And Laura is such an awesome front woman and so sweet, in between songs she was telling tales of growing up and living in Portland, inspirations for her songs and her accounts of what it's like visiting different places whilst on tour. She really has that kind of homespun, innocent, eyes wide open kind of appeal to her and that's what really did come across last night; she wasn't doing the music to make loads of money and become famous, she was doing it to make connections. It was so refreshing and so heartening; and she did her job, she made some connections and new friends in Manchester last night - my baby included.

For me it really did hit home, there were times that I could have cried last night, seriously, she really did make a connection somewhere in my soul; not only with the music but with the tales she was telling, I don't know it just felt so real and so visceral. Like I said it was magical and ethereal, that's the word that describes it best - ethereal; like we were lost between the present and the past or halfway between home and somewhere else, somewhere not of this planet. The gig just took us away from the here and now for the best part of one and a half hours, whatever worries, thoughts or concerns you took in with you were soon forgotten about. Not that we had any such worries or concerns and as much as we may have been lost in the moment we certainly didn't forget about each other; throughout the gig we were either holding hands or had a hand in each others back pocket. It was a night to be close to one another as much as being so close to the music; it just felt right that if you were lucky enough to experience such a spectacle it should be done with someone you love close to hand. I guess my baby was right when he said he thought her music was best suited to chilled out late nights together because that's exactly what it was. We were just so lucky to have been there, together.............

Laura Veirs

We're heading on out tonight again boys and girls, gosh we have been living life to the full lately - it really has been treating us so very kind, it's wonderful! And before you start asking it's a week night why are you going out partying when we should be going to bed early to wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed ready for another work day; well we're not. We're heading out to Manchester Academy 3, my baby and I are back in the scene and going to a gig; it feels like it's been ages since we've been to a gig and thinking on that's because it has been ages - November I think, when we went to see Deep Purple at the Manchester Apollo. Tonight though is not about raucous rock 'n' roll, it's going to be a far more gentler, more relaxing, grounding affair; and I must say a very big thank you to my baby for accompanying me to the gig.

We're going to see Laura Veirs, have you heard of her? She's hardly a chart topping pop star and is so far off the mainstream musical radar that I wouldn't worry yourself if you're unfamiliar with her. She's an American left field, folksy, earthly, surreal singer-songwriter whom I've been listening to for many a year; I mean it's not folk per-se but it's heart is within that genre. Anyway, her music is fantastic, as I said it's a million miles from the sugar coated, overly produced crap that pretty much populates the charts these days; to me it's proper music - it's heritage is in the art of song writing and musical performance, it exists purely for that purpose. It's not populist and it's not meant to be, it's music for those who appreciate the art form, sadly we are few and far between. Besides I've never seen her live before and I think it's pretty rare that she tours the UK, so as soon as I saw the gig listed at the Academy in Manchester that was it, it could be a long time before she's back in this part of the World again.

I say thank you to my baby for coming along with me because he never heard of her before he met me; since then I've played a few of her albums whilst he's been with me and he's not overly struck with her. It is an acquired taste truth be told and it is somewhat low key for his taste, that said he does think it makes good nighttime music, when we're chilling out together at home and winding down for the night. So he's not a big fan but he's coming along anyway, I wouldn't have gone on my own so I would have missed it and my baby told me he wouldn't want me to go on my own anyway. I think that's a reflection of true love, seriously; and I think it's such a beautiful and selfless sentiment on his behalf - he said I'll be with you and that's all that matters; I should be used to his kind, caring and loving nature by now but it still blows me away. Just when I think I can't possibly love him anymore, oh gosh xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

What do you think of my outfit by the way? Because me baby loves it and truth be told so do I - I've dressed accordingly tonight, it's a folksy gig so I've dressed likewise. I'm just so full of confidence lately that it's kind of reflected in my bolder dress sense; I mean normally it would have been a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a jumper but tonight I've gone the whole hog. And I've done it whilst still being kind of reserved, it's not too in your face, outlandish or garish; I know I post way too many photos of myself on here which may make you think I'm some kind of exhibitionist or that I love myself too much, but I'm not and I don't. It was my baby's idea, like I said he absolutely loves my look and he advised on the finishing touches - the flat cap and the scarf was his idea; and it really does complete the finished artsy, folksy look I was aspiring to. He says I look like I should be teaching at the Academy and not be going to gigs there, which is a compliment, it was the kind of look I wanted.

Whatever, I'm talking way too much about nothing in particular because I'm excited; excuse my goings on, but I can't wait. Have a great night boys and girls, if by any stretch of the imagination you're heading on over to the gig keep an eye out for us - you know what I look like and what I'm wearing. Either that or just look out for the cutest, sexiest guy in the place - I'll be with him. With love xxxxxxxxxxx.

McDonalds

Last night my baby went to bed first and I followed him up shortly afterwards after he'd finished in the bathroom; I did my bathroom routine and joined him in bed. He looked so beautiful by the way, he was a wondrous sight - he was kind of half sat up, propped up against the headboard with the duvet wrapped around his waist and his hands resting on his stomach on top of the duvet. It was nothing special, it was an ordinary going to bed to sleep moment, but as soon as I walked in the bedroom and saw him, I don't know, but he smiled anyway and it lit the room up, it lit my heart up. I guess it was just the fact that he looked so cute and so innocent, it was the image of a guy that I couldn't help but love, seriously in that moment he just appeared so fragile, like he was bearing his soul to me. I told him too, of course I told him, I mean we tell each other whatever's on our mind anyway but he just needed to know that he was the most beautiful boyfriend in the world. He pulled the duvet back and I joined him in bed, we kissed, we cuddled, we shared some small talk and I just spent the longest time gazing into his eyes whilst caressing his face with my hand. My baby cuddled me to sleep, I've never felt so warm, so safe and so secure; and I slept soundly, I had no cause to dream because there is no dream that could eclipse the feeling of being safe and sound in my baby's arms, none. (Oh gosh, my baby has just said that's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said about him, particularly the dream bit. I think I've just made a happy boyfriend even happier and got lots of kisses and a big hug into the bargain too. It's true though, that's come straight from the heart, I love my baby so much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.)

Today, well it was back to work for us, but I guess the feelings from last night, the weekend and every single moment we spend together just stayed with me today. I don't think I've ever felt so relaxed, carefree and happy at work than I have today; seriously I've just coasted through the day and felt so incredibly happy both inside and out - it's been a glorious day and it flew by in a flash. In reality nothing happened, it was another none eventful day but I don't think most of the day even registered, it just floated on by in an instant. My baby was just heavy in my thoughts, he was everywhere, just everywhere; even in my pants..............

The shave job my baby did on me last night continues to grow on me, it feels awesome even when fully clothed and on my own at work. I was walking around today and it just felt different, I could feel my hairless sac cradled in my pants and the sensation of the cotton/lycra blend on my balls is something I've never experienced before. Not that it was getting me horny or anything but it just felt so different and so much better - it's like it's made them more sensitive or something; I guess because they're so smooth now everything that comes into contact with them just kind of glides across the skin without any resistance. My baby's agreeing with me here, his feel exactly the same, it is remarkable and we recommend it to any guy thinking of doing it - we promise you it's like nothing else. And the feel of them now whilst touching or being touched, oh my gosh it's divine; they're so silky smooth and it translates so easily into feelings of arousal. Talking of which we've not experienced the sensation of feeling each other up whilst wearing satin or nylon shorts, why have we not done that yet? My baby's putting it on the agenda but can you imagine the feeling of the smooth silky fabric gliding over smooth silky skin? My baby's just brought the agenda forward some more, he's just flagged it as requiring urgent attention (that's funny but he's not kidding, well at least I hope he's not!) I'm lucky because I feel exactly the same front and back; it's okay I'm not going to go into detail about that one, suffice to say that it wasn't exactly hairy in the first place so it shouldn't really make that much of a difference - but it does. Not so much whilst I'm alone and doing normal things but when it comes down to sex, well, and my baby adores the new look and feel too.................

We were in fits of laughter earlier tonight, I did some washing yesterday and along with the duvet cover I washed some of our pants - it was a good combination wash load anyway, I mean the same stuff that was on the duvet you can also find traces of in our pants (that's so gross and so true; oh gosh that's not what we were laughing at earlier but we are now. Hang on a minute my baby's just made it worse - he said you can find traces of his in the front of his pants and in the back of mine; that's top - beyond funny, oh gosh I can't see for tears of laughter.....) My baby's still laughing, oh my gosh, hang on we'll be back with you shortly............ Oh dear, I'm hurting through laughing now, honestly, where was I? I washed some of our pants and when I got home from work tonight, I was folding them up and putting them away - note I've stopped ironing our expensive pants, with the prints and patterns that adorn them it's too risky, it could ruin them; I've been cured of my ironing pants fetish! There's too many of them anyway and we go through so many that I could spend the majority of my time doing nothing more than ironing pants! Anyway, whilst folding them up something occurred to me, particularly with the Bjorn Borg pants; now I don't know whether it's because of the cotton/lycra blend they're made from but they do kind of mould to your body whilst we wear them. What I didn't expect was for them to still be kind of moulded to that shape after washing, seriously the pouch front was still kind of distended where our respective bulges had been; not that you could trace any particular features or anything but they were holding their kind of bulge shape in the pouch. I showed my baby when he got in from work and it's true; not only that but as we both have some pants of the same design we can now tell who's pants are who's if they go in the same wash - all we have to do is compare the bulge size. As they say in McDonalds - do you want to go large with that? Oh, they must be my baby's pants; whatever I'm still lovin' it!

Gary Glitter

I wasn't going to post again tonight but, well here we are again cuddled up on the sofa, having an end of weekend beer and both smelling gorgeous - we've just shared a black pepper shower and applied black pepper body lotion to each other. It's the most gorgeous smelling body lotion in the world, you should all try it, it's made by Molton Brown, just buy some, trust a couple of gay-boys with good taste. It's the most horniest experience too, rubbing the body lotion into each others body's and tonight it was hornier than ever...........

A few months back my baby and I found the joys of shaving each other's nether regions, again that's another horny experience and one that every couple should try. You need complete trust in your partner for obvious reasons and a steady hand to boot, I mean the last thing I want to do is cut my baby down there and run the risk of putting him out action for a while - what would I do? And more pointedly what would we do? Because my baby is just as highly sexed as I am, could you even begin to imagine the sexual frustration? Thankfully that hasn't occurred although truth be told the results have varied; we're both so careful and I guess, that kind of puts us off from really doing a proper job sometimes. But practice makes perfect and tonight we've done an awesome job on each other, I thought I did a terrific job on my baby but he just raised the bar by some tune when he shaved me. It's that good that should he ever find himself out of work he could open a salon, I kid you not; I could not believe my eyes when I took a look after he'd finished his handy work.

Oh my gosh, I'm smooth as I was before I hit puberty, seriously, there's not a hair left anywhere; my pubic area, my sac, crack and stomach, it's all gone. My sac in particular is just so impressive (I mean the shave job and not my sac per-se!) and unless you've tried it you'll have no idea how difficult it is to do a good job on and around it. It looks awesome now and we both love a trimmed or shaven pubic area, it just looks so clean and really does make a guys cock and balls look divine (like we need an excuse anyway!) Besides that I don't get a mouth full of pubes when I'm deep throating or sucking on my baby's juicy balls (as gross as that sounds we're both in fits of laughter, oh come on who cares? We're gay and we suck each others cock and balls, what else were you expecting - for us to sit around drinking afternoon tea and eating a cream scone? My baby's off again, oh gosh I love to see him laughing so much - one lump or two darling? Oh gosh, the sexual innuendo.......) Man we're funny together, besides the love we share for each other, the fantastic sex and everything else that comes from being boyfriends; we make each other laugh so much; love, sex and laughter that's a perfect combination.

Then we went one step further, I've been thinking and we've been talking about shaving my chest too. Normally we only go up North as far as the stomach and this came to a head tonight, we shaved each other down South and I was so delighted with the job that I brought up the chest area again; neither my baby or I have got a real hairy chest - it puts us off anyway if a guys got a real jungle going on, it looks horrible. So my baby said he'd let me shave his chest if I let him do mine; we bit the bullet and are we so glad we did, it is fantastic. I mean I love the chest on my baby anyway, it's so defined and strong when I rest my head upon it it makes me feel so safe and secure. But now, oh my gosh, to run my hands over his smooth flesh, it's so horny it shouldn't be allowed! And to be on the receiving end is even better, to feel my baby's touch upon my smooth skin and in particular when he's kissing and teasing my nipples it just blows me away. I've always loved having my nipples touched, kissed and teased but now minus any chest hair around them it, I don't know, it shouldn't really make that much of a difference but it does; it's made us both so horny, hornier than ever if that's possible.

Afterwards, we were so horny we had sex, it was unbelievable; then we showered together. Again that was beyond belief, washing each others smooth bodies down and getting real hands on and if that wasn't enough rubbing body lotion into each other was orgasmic, utterly orgasmic. Oh my gosh, we ended up snogging naked in the bathroom it was so hot and I will never forget the feeling of caressing my baby's smooth chest, it was an experience all on it's own.

My baby made the grossest joke ever shortly afterwards, one that was so wrong we couldn't help but laugh and laugh ourselves silly; I was on the floor crying, I kid you not, I think it had more to do with the casual delivery of the joke rather than its content, that and the fact that it just came out of nowhere - he just mentioned it in passing. I'm not going to repeat it in full for fear of getting the crap sued out of us, but he said I know how Gary Glitter feels now - referring to the lack of hair around a certain hole. We're still laughing about it now, isn't that just the best off the cuff joke ever?

Goodnight boys and girls, see you somewhere on the other side of another working week, with love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Manchester tart

My baby gives away too many secrets, just look at the last post, I mean there's way too much information about what we got up to last night. You didn't need to know we we're snogging on the dance floor and I got somewhat excited, worst of all my Nike track pants are kind of close fitting so it was so obvious that I was excited and not only to my baby. Either that or everyone that saw me in my state of arousal thought I was king dong or something (here we go again......) which as it happens I'm not, there you go I'm nothing if not truthful; it would be a complete waste if I was anyway, I mean I'm a submissive bottom boy - it doesn't need any further explanation does it? That's why my baby's the active top and that doesn't need any further explanation really does it! Barring the fact that he was born to make bottom boys squirm in delight and thankfully that just happens to be lucky me; oh my gosh what every other gay-boy is missing out on because of me!

You also didn't need to know my dexterity was not up to my usual standards due to consuming too much alcohol. I should be able to get into a guys pants in my sleep I've done it so many times but last night it escaped me completely; how I despised button fly jeans for a while. I was so stupidly horny and I so wanted to get my hands on and into my baby's Bjorn Borg satin pants but it just wasn't happening. Maybe it was for the best anyway, I joked last night about getting arrested for public indecency and if I'd have managed to get my baby's jeans down it may have come true. Whatever, if nothing else we saw the funny side of it and I was literally on my knees I was laughing that much, I was clinging onto my baby to keep me off the floor but I was dragging him down with me too; it was just so funny. That's what I had in mind anyway - to be on my knees in front of my baby, but it wasn't meant to be through laughter.............

We made up for it when we got home, I guess the air cleared my mind some and I didn't have any further problems in unbuttoning my baby's jeans thereafter. I don't think my neighbours will talk to us ever again though because I'm sure we must have woken them up in the early hours of the morning. (My baby's trying to play his get out jail free card here, he's saying it was me that was making all the noise, which admittedly I was. But I wouldn't have been making such a racket if he hadn't have been screwing the arse off me! Fair comment?) But gosh, it was good and I was loud, I think it sounds louder anyway at that time of the morning because it's so quiet everywhere else; but still. In my defence, if you were on the receiving end of so much pleasure as I was, you wouldn't be able to keep quiet during it, trust me it's impossible. My baby doesn't need to ask if it was good for me after we've had sex, that question has been made redundant because it's blatantly obvious; and truths told here it turns my baby on - he loves to hear me in so much ecstasy during sex. Oh gosh, and there was me at the beginning of the post complaining that my baby gives too many secrets away and look at me now; talking about our sex life - show me mercy!

Anyway we went to Salford Quays today, it was my baby's call because he wanted to check out the Nike outlet store and I was more than happy with his suggestion; shopping again? But of course! We had a walk around the quays first, gosh how we love that place, we promised ourselves we'd head out there last Summer to check out the nightlife but we never got around to it; maybe this year? I mentioned this the last time we went but there's just something so calming and magical about being close to water, we don't know what it is but it put us both in real peaceful frame of mind. It was just beautiful anyway, strolling around hand in hand without a care in the world, we laughed at how we'd changed since we were there last year. Last time we were stealing kisses when we thought no one was watching, this time if we felt like a hug or a kiss we just did; and that's not to say we're exhibitionists or anything like that, but it does say that our relationship has grown, that we love each other and that two people in love should be able to show their love for each other. I found it all quite romantic truth be told, I got slightly emotional - I didn't cry but it just hit home right in the heart, like I said it was beautiful..........

My baby bought a pair of trainers and me, well I bought another pair of track pants - I know my track pant collection is going the same way as my pants collection; but if we see something we like we buy it, that's why we work - to earn money and to enjoy ourselves. They're not fleece track pants anyway which is a change, they're a pair of Nike Air shell pants and it was just the material that drew us in. They're made from the smoothest, softest nylon and are awesomely tactile to touch - they're seriously horny; I bought my baby a pair of Nike shell pants last year for that reason alone, I just love how he looks in them and I love to get hands on whilst he's wearing them. Besides, you can dress them up, my baby he dresses his up (whilst I pull them down) and as I did with my old-school Nike track pants last night you can create a mish-mash of styles; they're just not reserved for scallies. Which is a good job really because I think I'm a bit too effeminate to be hanging around street corners drinking white lightning cider with my crew, can you imagine it - I'd have the housing estates of Wythenshawe in lock down! All the bad boys running for cover, look out here comes the gay scally; but instead of shoving my hands down my own shell pants I'd be shoving them down other guys shell pants. Perhaps that's why they'd be running away from me.............

Then we took an unscheduled late lunch/early tea, it wasn't planned, we just headed over to the Lime Bar & Restaurant for a drink (of a non-alcoholic variety - my baby was driving and we'd both had more than enough the night before anyway!) We checked out the menu and they were serving Sunday lunch, a table for two was duly found and we were soon tucking into a roast beef lunch. It was awesome, seriously awesome - proper thick slices of roast beef, yorkshire pudding, fresh vegetables and roast potatoes to die for; there was none of this frozen, ready to cook stuff. It really was in a league of it's own, we've been out for Sunday lunch in the past to pubs or pub chains and they normally serve frozen vegetables and the like; it's nice and all but this just blew them all away. It was so good we shared a manchester tart for dessert (my baby's laughing, it's not supposed to be funny but he's making his own jokes up. Yes, we were that impressed we picked up a local rent boy to celebrate! Hang on the jokes on me apparently - my baby's laughing because he gets a manchester tart for dessert almost every night of the week - ME! If that wasn't so funny and I didn't know you better I could take offence at that but you can have that one, it's a fair comment and it is funny, it's a top comment actually!) which was just as good as the lunch and left us both feeling more than a little full.

It's been another great day, it's been another fabulous weekend, until later xxxxxxxxxx.

breakfast

my boyfriend is such a tease. even when he doesnt mean to be he is. even when he isnt trying to be sexy he is. hes sexy all the time. even after waking up and having sex he still makes me horny after. hes a naughty boyfriend. i love him when hes naughty. i love him all the time :-D xoxoxoxoxoxox. he was bending down in the cupboard whilst making breakfast. there was only one breakfast i wanted. it was looking right at me lol.

we had great fun last night it was top fun. we got horny on the dance floor at the via club. i love the new nike pants i got my boyfriend. theyre easy to get my hands down lol. when we were dancing together i slid my hands down the back to feel up his bum. i pulled him up close to me and we were snogging our faces off. he got a bit horny i could feel the bulge in his pants growing lol. it felt nice ;-)

we were laughing at all the single boys trying to cop off aswell. single boys are so obvious. we were watching one boy go round the bar from guy to guy. in the end we think he found a willing guy. 10 minutes later they were dancing and snogging aswell. he didnt look to be choosy about who he went with lol. we talked about it loads thats how we were like before we met. my boyfriend more than me lol. he said he used to think it was fun going out on the pull getting drunk and going home with a random guy. but looking back and looking at all the boys doing the same thing its a heartless affair. he said there was nothing like having a boyfriend like me. my boyfriend says the most beautiful things. he made me smile and i gave him a big kiss after he said it. i love being with him hes the best boyfriend ever :-) xoxoxoxoxoxox.

ive been banned from wearing jeans with button up flys when we go out again. after we came out from the club we got horny in a fire exit. my boyfriend was trying his best to get into my pants but he was so drunk he couldnt undo my jeans. i wasnt having any kind of problems getting into his lol. in the end he gave up and said here i am feeling horny with the sexiest boyfriend in the world and i cant even get into his pants. he said ive never had any trouble getting into a guys pants before and hes never going to drink so much again. we both collapsed in a fit of laughter it was so funny. i dont think he meant it to sound so funny but it was.

he woke up this morning with a sore head. it wasn't the only thing that was sore lol. and the duvet needs washing again. its a good job its not raining lol.

Noen nights

Just a quickie Blogger friends, my baby and I have had a quick tea, we've showered, changed and now we're getting ready to head back out into Manchester; we're going to taste the bright lights of the big city - or the gay village to be precise. Today has just been so packed with good times, from the moment we got up right through until now and I'm sure it will continue in a similar vein until our heads hit the pillow at whatever time we return. We're just so looking forward to getting out, having a few beers and having some fun; the only problem is it's been such a busy day we've not had sex - no time for sex, what is going on? I'm sure we'll make up for it and truth be told we've hardly gone short lately anyway; that said my baby has decided to wear his new Bjorn Borg satin pants tonight, like I need any further enticement, oh my gosh there's a chance we could get arrested for public indecency tonight, if you get a phone call from me asking to bail us out, please help us!

The day has been full of compliments too, my baby's just complimented me again on my dress sense, he's very kind - not only to mention it but to appreciate the fact that sometimes my style is flamboyant and slightly off the wall; I think there would be lots of guys that would find it all a bit too much. It's just a reflection of my mood, I'm feeling real confident, sassy and sexy - hence the mish-mash of bright colours and styles going on; my baby says it works very well and it's unique, it's certainly unique. Sometimes I just love to colour clash, wear things that really shouldn't go together but kind of do to a degree; I just wanted to make a statement and be different, to stand out from the crowd, whatever my baby and I love the results and that's all that matters.

I'm wearing the navy blue with orange trim old-school Nike track pants that my baby bought me for Christmas - aren't they the most fabulous colour? And what you can't really tell but my baby can is that they fit so well, they kind of hug the contours front and back and I've turned the waistband over so they're a closer fit than they should be. I've teamed it with a blue and green floral shirt that I've had a good while - every gay-boy should have at least one floral shirt in his wardrobe! And to finish the look I'm wearing my new jumper I bought in the sale at River Island, a bright pink argyle knit -which needs no explanation does it? It was bright, it was pink, it was in the sale and I saw it, it was job done! Put them all together and hey presto you get me ready to go out with my baby on my arm, ready to paint the town in neon colour ways.

Anything but pants

Oh gosh, what a great day blogger friends, we've had seriously good fun in Manchester and how we've missed going shopping together; we both adore spending time with each other and we both adore shopping so put the two together, add in a considerable break since we last did it and you get today. I don't know but perhaps it's the best fun you can have with your clothes on, it's just been awesome; walking around holding my baby's hand, sharing our thoughts, jokes and laughter; and kissing and cuddling at every opportunity. It's times like these that make us both so grateful that we found each other because shopping on your own can be a dull and lifeless experience no matter how much you love shopping; but together it just takes it to another level, it injects fun and laughter into proceedings. Those are the times, when we're just doing the ordinary, everyday stuff; forget sex, going out partying and getting drunk; it's the mundane stuff that comes alive when we're together, that's what being boyfriends is all about, it's the truest essence of our relationship and love.

And a smile is infectious, in fact we both mentioned it to each other today - how we both love to see each other happy and smiling; if my baby's happy and smiling it makes me happy and smile; my baby thinks in exactly the same way. Sure we can be a bad influence on each other at times when we're in mischievous, frivolous moods; but most of the time we help each other through life by doing nothing more than spending time together and bringing a smile and laughter to each others lives. That's a very special thing to share, very special - we care so deeply for and love each other so much; it's the most beautiful feeling in the world to be able to love a guy so much and know that he loves me just the same. That's been the real story of today, if we hadn't have bought anything at all it would have been just as good a day, perhaps it would have been even better because then my credit card bill wouldn't be as high next month..........

As always we made a day of it, just taking our time and not worrying about time; in fact not worrying about anything at all. It was like we were the only two in Manchester, the hordes of people that actually surrounded us didn't even register most of the time, it was just my baby and I; no longer do we worry about showing our love for each other out in public, we kiss and cuddle as and whenever it takes us. In fact when my baby wasn't holding my hand you could find his hand cradling my bum as we walked along; and a couple of times his hand slipped down the back of my track pants to give my bum a real good caress. Gosh it made me so horny, it's a shame I couldn't conjure up a way to do the same down the front of my baby's track pants, but I think it's nigh on impossible to do it whilst walking side by side. As a result of my baby's wandering hands I'm pretty sure Manchester did manage to see my new Bjorn Borg pants, it may have ruined my edgy urban look but it brightened an otherwise grey, cloudy day up!

So what did we spend our money on I hear you ask and more pointedly did we buy any more pants? Well, in a word, and it's a three letter word to give you a clue - YES! I know, in fact we both know - because my baby bought some more pants too, we already own a veritable wardrobe of different pants but if a pair or two or three takes our fancy then why not? Come on, people may spend hundreds if not thousands of pounds a year on clothes to look good, buying pants is exactly the same principle - a nice pair of pants makes you feel good, makes you feel confident and sexy - underwear has the same feel good factor as outerwear. We never understand why a great deal of guys do not take more pride in their pants, I mean they'll buy a 6 pack of shabby, non-descript pants from a supermarket and that's it; we're not talking about being designer label savvy here either although all the pants we own are and as a result are also somewhat more expensive. But such designer pants just have a better cut, offer better comfort and support and they have that certain wow factor with the myriad of different colours and prints; the extra money they cost is worth it. That said if I happened to be getting horny with my baby and I undressed him to find he was wearing an ill fitting pair of boring George by Asda pants (and they'd have to be ill fitting for him not to fill them!) it wouldn't turn me off, I wouldn't not let him shag me. Oh gosh what am I on about?

Anyway, back to the subject in hand, I bought a pair of Replay pants in the most gorgeous flowery pattern; it's the first pair of Replay pants I've owned and as my baby mentioned when he took the photo - boy, do they fit well! Haven't they got the most awesome print, that's what drew me to them, they we're reduced from £30 to £15 in the sale and my baby says they're worth every penny.

Next up is a pair of 2-xist pants, again it's the first pair of 2-xist pants I've owned; I wasn't exactly sure of them to be honest because they looked a bit plain. I loved the contrast of the purple with the orange waistband but barring that they struck me as kind of boring. But as they were reduced from £20 to £7 I thought I'd give them a go and they may be the most colourful pair of pants I own but once again they fit really well. They look much better on to be honest and they're starting to grow on me actually, the fit is perfect and they're just so comfortable, pretty much like a second skin.

Then I saw these, we both already own a fair collection of Bjorn Borg pants but it was the colour that got me, these were a must have. It's the most beautiful shade of pink ever.

My baby bought three pairs of Bjorn Borg pants and I bought him another pair too; he got the stretch satin ones. We already own a pair each in a bright green shade and they're the silkiest, clingiest, horniest and most tactile pants ever; we saw them in the sale in different colours - some colours we've never seen before in the range. All they had though were size small, I was kind of gutted because I'd have bought them too if they had them in a medium; my baby was kind of reticent to get them in a size small in case they didn't fit him either but because they've got some stretch to them and we we're told we could take them back if they didn't fit, we went for it. Oh my gosh do they fit, my baby's a 32 waist so thankfully they turned out comfortable in the waist for him but that's not where they fit so well; the sight of his bits all tucked up in the clingy, shiny material; it leaves absolutely nothing at all to the imagination. The other pair in the range he had were a size medium, the small fit him even better; dear, dear me it's a sight for sore eyes. I was going to post a photo of my baby wearing them but because of the close fit, well you're going to have to do without and make do with this instead.

My baby bought me a t-shirt, as soon as he saw it he knew there was only one person in his life that it was meant for - me, bless him. And he's right, it's the most beautiful t-shirt ever and the slogan is just perfect; it's a perfect way to live life in general and it's a perfect reflection of my life. How I love my hugs and I gave my baby a big hug and kiss when he bought it me.

I bought a pair of seriously old-school Adidas Originals track pants, so old-school they're almost ancient, with the creases down the front of each leg and the stirrup things that you hook underneath your feet, no joke! We've never seen a pair like them before, either in a shop or out on the street and the colour way is just top - black with navy blue stripes, in fact they match perfectly with my new t-shirt; my collection of track pants is now getting on the same par as my pants collection as a result.

Of course, the right time to find a pair of shorts at a bargain price is in the winter sales and today was no different. We were in Selfridges and, well we both saw a pair of baby blue nylon shorts, however they're not really sports shorts they're more kind of formal shorts with a zip fly, button waist and belt loops. They were proper retro cool and the nylon fabric was so smooth and tactile, we've never seen a pair of shorts like it before and we've never heard of the make either. They're made by Henrik Vibskov - yes exactly but we kind of guessed he must be a designer name of some sorts because the shorts were originally £95, I kid you not! I would have never paid that kind of money for them but as they were reduced to £25, well I bought them. We both think they look awesome on and there's something about them - like a mix of old and new that really does make them stand apart; besides that my baby loves the smooth, slinky material and the fact that they're kind of see through too. To be honest I love them for the same reasons too; all we need now is some Summer sunshine so I can get out and about wearing them; and maybe get horny with my boyfriend whilst wearing them too.

My spending spree ended with another pair of shorts, a pair of swim shorts this time, well we guess they are because they've got an inner mesh brief. These ones are made by XTG - again it means nothing to us but the trend that is familiar is that they're horny shorts. Once again they're made from a thin, tactile material and they've got a wet look sheen to them even when they're dry. I imagine they'll probably see more action in the bedroom than they do swimming but that's the exact reason why my baby wanted me to buy them and why I did. I was trying to tempt my baby into buying a pair too, he'd look seriously horny in a pair of these, in fact he does - he tried mine on and they fit him so well and he feels so good through them! Instead he bought a gio-gio jacket, so it looks like we'll have to share the shorts, I don't mind.

Urban edge

Good morning boys and girls, it's Saturday morning, I'm with my baby and we've got the weekend off together again. My central heating's working fine, there's no other household disaster and my baby and I are both happy and well; so let the day begin. The weather's warmed up some too, it was real dark when we got up this morning, we were up early today - for us anyway, it was just before 9 o'clock but even at that time it was still dark. The answer was the fact that it was overcast and raining but any remaining snow and ice that was remaining on the ground has disappeared, we both thought it was kind of strange as we looked out onto the back garden and we could see the lawn - it's the first time we've seen it in weeks.

There was a moment of sheer beauty this morning too, I kind of half woke and glanced at the clock to find it was 7.30, my baby was asleep on his side facing away from me, figuring it was way too early to get up I rolled over onto my side to go back to sleep, I cuddled right up into my baby's back and placed my arm over him. Now he says he doesn't remember doing this and he was as far as I'm aware fast asleep but as I placed my arm over him he pulled it in close to him and let out a kind of real contented, happy sigh. I guess it was involuntary or a sense memory or something but it was just a moment of absolute pure innocence, the sound he made was just so beautiful and to know he wanted me to be closer to him by pulling my arm into him, well it was just divine; he's such a beautiful guy and such a perfect boyfriend. In that moment all the love we share just burst right out into the open, there were no words or actions, nothing, just a feeling of being so in love...........

We've had breakfast, the rain has stopped and we're just about ready to head on out into Manchester as soon as my baby has finished getting ready - it's not his fault I was kind of hogging the bathroom some this morning. But it was worth it, my baby thinks I look seriously cool today and loves what I'm wearing; he says it's a real urban look - kind of rough around the edges, it is a compliment and it's very much appreciated. I mean, I don't try too hard and neither of us are real hardcore fashion followers; we dress as we want, to suit our mood and as long as we're comfortable with it then that's all that matters. But anyway, an edgy urban look sounds just fine to go walking around the streets of Manchester, it suits the occasion well. It's been so long since we've been out shopping into Manchester, we're both seriously looking forward to the day ahead, there's been lots of smiles, laughter and kisses this morning, it tells its own story. How we love going shopping together, we love it almost as much as we love each other and almost as much as we love sex; there you go, that's the story told!

I'm sporting a pair of my new pants from Bjorn Borg today, I did tell you we recently ordered some more from Figleaves during their sale didn't I? I'm sure I did and before you start being judgemental, gay-boys need lots of nice pants, well the two in question today do anyway. But they do look awesome, come on you've got to admit it, I mean how could a feminine gay-boy resist a colour combination like that? Exactly, I couldn't, although that should read we couldn't because my baby ordered some in the same colour way too, yes we've got matching pants, it's sweet isn't it? Oh and my baby he's not feminine, I just thought I'd get that in there to avoid any confusion; he's sweet, kind, loving, loveable, sexy, gorgeous and cute as sin but he's not feminine.

Perhaps my choice of pants kind of distracts from my overall edgy look truth be told, I mean they're hardly urban are they? But you've got to be true to your roots at the same time so in respect they do the job - they hint at gayness! Not that the public of Manchester will probably see them to appreciate this fact and even if they were on show I think cuddling, kissing and holding onto my boyfriends hand would give the game away anyway. But for you, my faithful readers, you get to see what they don't; that's right the public of Manchester may not get to see my pants in all their glory but the rest of the World with an internet connection and a passing interest in this blog will. Have you ever known me to be shy in getting my kit off? It's a rhetorical question boys and girls, there's no need to answer something that is already public knowledge!

Wishing you all a great day, we'll check in with you later on; until then here's some loving wishes from my baby and I just for you xxxxxxxxxx.