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.