Safe

We had a great night last night boys and girls, in fact it was better than great, Tom blew us both away, seriously. As I said it's the first time either of us have seen him live, I love him and my baby well he just appreciated the music without going overboard about him. But all that has changed, my baby is now a converted bona fide fan and he thanked me so much last night - I got lots of kisses and cuddles, even more than normal and I'm officially the best boyfriend in the World. To say that makes me feel on top of the World is an understatement, all I ever want is to make my baby as happy as he makes me, I think I've achieved that. It was wondrous, to know my baby loved the gig as much as I did; I mean he just came along because I wanted to go, he'd never heard of Tom before we met but to just see him enjoying himself so much and to see him lost in the music and the moment, it filled my heart with love. I guess it made it all the more special for the both of us because it was such a surprise, I didn't expect my baby to truly enjoy it and truth be told he didn't either; but he went with an open mind and got it blown away.

It hindsight it shouldn't have been a surprise because it was an awe inspiring gig, we've never seen or felt so much love, pain, hope and grief through music before - his albums are one thing but the live performance is just something else completely. It was like watching a movie, the full range of human emotions worn on the sleeve for all to see; and you couldn't help but be transfixed by the performance. I kid you not it left us breathless, we were stood holding hands in complete silence and stillness, lost within the music and the lyrics of a little known guy called Tom McRae. There were times when it literally reduced me to tears, honestly, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I had to grasp my baby's hand real hard to help me through - my baby gave me a hug and a kiss at various stages and asked if I was okay. I guess the live performance of the songs I know so well just touched a nerve, they're full of emotion and rawness anyway, but live the songs just wrap you up in their melancholy and world weariness and tear your heart to shreds. Not that they're real sad songs or even depressing but they just reflect the World we live in and even in the darkest of songs there always shines a glimmer of hope; the thing is you can relate to the stories being told within the songs, that's the key and that's what I and now my baby can identify with. It's not radio friendly pop music for the masses but it is genuine, heartfelt and utterly spellbinding.

And it was just great to spend a night out with my baby, it's been a long time coming, how I've missed walking hand in hand with my baby through the streets, spending time together out and about, having a drink, a laugh, a kiss and a cuddle. We would have enjoyed the night anyway regardless of how good the gig was, in the end it was the icing on the cake; because that's what means the most to me - it's being able to go out and hold my baby's hand wherever we go and show the World that this is my boyfriend, he makes me so proud and I love him to bits. I told my baby that last night whilst we were walking home from the bus stop, despite it being so twee and kind of slushy I couldn't keep the thoughts to myself. Besides my baby encourages me to tell him everything so I do, we were walking along side by side and I just kind of let it slip out when I told him. My baby pulled my hand back to stop me and turned to face me before asking me to repeat what I'd just said - it made him smile so much, he told me I'm beautiful and he kissed me; I just remember the look in his eyes - so soft, so inviting, so in love, man he's got the most beautiful eyes...........

This is perhaps my favourite Tom McRae song and certainly the best performance of it I've seen, complete with a full orchestra - it just suits the song so much. I've been singing it all day today whilst thinking of my baby; there's a particular lyric that just makes me think of him. It goes, I'm safe inside a better World of hope and memory; I'm always safe inside a better World when I'm with my baby - with him there is always hope and together we make such beautiful memories. Deal the cards and hope that I can play the same hand next time................

I love you boyfriend xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

We only disappear

Not off the radar completely boys and girls, no we're not leaving you or anything like that, well not completely, it'll be just for tonight. And we've not really done that have we? Because, this is a post isn't it? So we've not left you at all, oh gosh what have we started? We will be leaving you shortly though, you'll have to go the rest of the night without us, I hope you all cope with this devastating news? If you're crying already give us a break, we've not been out together properly in weeks, my baby and I need to have a night out occasionally, we're boyfriends for goodness sake, we have to show the World that we love each other and more importantly that gay love is acceptable and the way forward. What do you think babes, you and me as gay ambassadors for Stockport? My baby's just said we could go partying with the Mayor, we could take him to a hip-hop club, he'd go down a storm with the major bling going on around his neck. We could be the same sex couple of Stockport 2010 - ladies and gentlemen Mr & Mr Stockport 2010, oh gosh could you imagine the fame? And the insults, and the prejudice, and the homophobia and the hatred - Stockport the gay capital of the World! It's not that bad actually boys and girls, I guess it's no worse than any other town or city - there's people who accept love in all its guises and people who don't; it's a shame the people who don't use bigoted hatred or violence to communicate. That's the World we live in, it's a travesty...............

But we're heading way off track here and this was only meant to be a quickie (oh matron....) because time is against us (the oh matron has really hit home with my baby, oh gosh such a simple and obvious comment but still, his laughing makes me laugh - he's so adorable when he laughs. Bless you babes, I've missed you today and I love you to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo.) His kisses are adorable too, trust me I've just been adorned with them, lots of kisses, do I get a kiss each time I say I love you? You don't need to know the reply boys and girls, but oh gosh it was just so sweet, my baby makes my heart aquiver, seriously he is the most beautiful guy in the World - we're so stupidly in love, just the best feeling to fall in love, so helplessly.

Tonight we're heading out, back to the Academy in Manchester - it's one of our regular haunts these days, to see Tom McRae; one of my musical heroes who's so criminally underrated it's untrue. He's one of my blogger heroes too, his blog is just so funny, it's a top read, you should check it out. But tonight it's all about the music, it's the first time I'll get to see him live, it's the first for my baby too - until we became boyfriends my baby had no idea who he was; since then he's grown to appreciate him, I wouldn't say love but he's looking forward to it all the same. That said we shouldn't really be going to the gig at all, we bought the tickets way back last year, seriously - I think it was around about July because the gig was scheduled for September. Then I went and booked a holiday during the week of the gig - sometimes I don't think too clearly and I was gutted. I told my baby to take both tickets and take a friend to the gig but he wasn't up for it, he told me that if I wasn't going with him then there was no point in going at all - it's strange how somethings remain wedged in your mind. I can still clearly recall that conversation like it was yesterday, I guess because my baby's words just hit me right in the heart, they struck me down with their beauty despite their being no apparent beauty - it was just a statement of fact but it was just beautiful, it reaffirmed our love. Oh gosh I'm rambling to some tune here, we're heading off at all angles, I'm sorry, it's just because I'm so excited about the gig that's all, my mind's in overdrive but at least I've not mentioned sex yet!

So we thought about selling the tickets but at £12 each it was hardly worth the effort, so we just put it down to experience and carried on shagging our innocence away. (I'm sorry, I did that purposely to mention sex in the post; we probably did anyway - I'm sorry I've wasted £24 of our hard earned money boyfriend is there anyway I can make it up to you? I'll take it out of your bottom thank you very much! The interest rates must be very high boys and girls because I'm still paying him back - HAPPY DAYS! It didn't go like that at all, it's a joke okay? I don't charge my baby and we don't need any kind of excuse to shag!) Then a miracle happened - Tom was signed up by a major record label, the new record and supporting tour were cancelled as a result and tonight is the rearranged date - all original tickets are still valid and we didn't throw them away. Hence, I'm stupidly excited, babbling on about anything and everything because of my excitement and my baby's finding it all very amusing; he's seen me like this on numerous occasions - The Big Pink and Bloc Party gigs in particular, he's used to it now but he still finds it very funny.

We're out of here boys and girls, have a great Saturday night whatever you find yourself doing and if you're going to do someone make sure he's cute and sexy just like my baby; although you can't have him - he belongs to me. Lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Round and round

I'm posting early tonight boys and girls because if I post later, well it's just going to follow the same path that many of my previous posts have; that and the fact that this keeps my mind occupied - trust me my mind needs occupying. If you've not guessed my baby is due around shortly, we're back together after two nights of enforced separation and it's strange. You see the two nights we've spent apart, I was already aware that we wouldn't be together, so I was prepared for it and I just got on with life normally. Today though, knowing that I'd be seeing my baby tonight, I've been feeling so stupidly horny again and there's only been one thing on my mind - getting naked with my baby and getting shagged rotten (that's two things isn't it? But they both relate to the same thing - sex, so I guess it can be counted as one.)

I'm not joking, that's all that's been on my mind all day, along with tons of other dirty thoughts that I'm not going to share with you, I'll save them for later when I'm with my baby! It's that bad, I'm sure I need therapy, I'm sure I've got some kind of sex addiction - he's called my boyfriend, dear me he makes me so horny; but joking aside it's crazy. I mean I've never had so much sex in my life than I have with my baby - night after night after night but the more I get the more I seem to want. When I was single I sometimes used to survive for weeks without sex if I was working without a weekend off or I couldn't arrange a hook up on the internet and I wasn't as horny as I am now, when I literally get laid to my hearts content.

I guess it's because I adore my boyfriend - I love him to bits, I lust for him with a passion because he turns me on so much and we have the most heavenly sex life - he does things to me and makes me feel things that I don't even begin to understand; I've never had so much pleasure through sex in my life than with my baby. But still that doesn't explain why all I've wanted to do of late is to be treated like a whore and get shagged hard, rough and dirty; for some reason it just blows my mind to bits at the moment. There's no explanation for that, we've not been watching porn or anything like that where such thoughts may have emanated, it's just, I honestly don't know. Not that I complain nor does it worry me and nor does my baby complain - he's more than qualified and equipped to carry out the job with aplomb.

Perhaps we're just lucky, at the end of the day that's probably all it is; I mean we've been together almost a year now officially as boyfriends and we still lust and love each other so much that it makes us feel like this. I guess you could search for a lifetime and never find that special someone who fulfils all the ideals you hold as an individual; and maybe that's why people of all sexualities shag around so much? It's so easy to call them sluts, I've been called it on more than one occasion - sometimes in jest and sometimes not; but maybe they're just still searching for that special someone. My baby and I didn't fall on our feet overnight; and truth be told we both slept around and I certainly wasn't looking for a boyfriend but it just kind of happened, something clicked into place and we jumped off the merry go round. I thought I was happy on the merry go round, I was wrong..............

Cheese

It's been a beautiful day blogger friends, just beautiful - it's felt like Spring today and although it may only be a brief respite from Winter, it was very much welcome. The day started off overcast and cold but come the afternoon the clouds disappeared to reveal bright blue skies and brilliant sunshine. It warmed up too as the day went on and became really mild, if you were stood in the sunshine, as I was, it was just like a Spring day. Such weather just makes you feel better, it cheers up the heart and soul - to be blinded by a low sun or to look up and see nothing but blue, you cannot help but feel alive.

I phoned my baby up late afternoon whilst I was walking about because I just felt so alive and I needed to share the moment with someone; and he was the first person that sprang to mind, he was the only person I wanted to speak to. I didn't have a great deal to say but I just needed to share the moment - the warmth, the sunshine, the blue skies and the happiness inside; I love doing stuff like that when we're not together, it's just so twee to ring him up and share something so innocuous but so special. My baby knows the small things in life blow me away but regardless of that fact he just loves to listen to the things that are on my mind, however random or silly, he always takes time out, he always encourages me to tell him everything and it makes him happy to know that I'm happy - he said that today when I phoned him, I thought it was just so selfless of him, it was a beautiful sentiment.

My baby was on my mind anyway, I don't know but days like today when the weather is beautifully sunny always bring him to mind. I guess, as I said, sunny days and blue skies make me feel so alive and free - it's the same feeling I get when I'm with my baby, that's probably why. But I was walking around work with my baby at the forefront of my thoughts with a warm, fuzzy, lovey-dovey feeling deep inside; it really was terribly gay even by my standards but nonetheless it was beautiful, I don't mind being that gay with my baby, I love him to bits and I let it show. And the days are flying by so fast, at a crazy rate of knots, I don't even believe it's Thursday again tomorrow, it's beyond belief. Only a matter of days ago I was bemoaning the fact that there were still two weeks to go before my baby and I had a weekend off together - it seemed like it would take forever to come around, now, give or take a day or two, it's only a week away and closing in so fast; that makes me so happy too, spending time with my baby always makes me happy.

Because of all this and more today has been an awesomely good day; and it showed both whilst I was in work and when I got home, man did it show when I got home. Because tonight for the first time in a long, long time I partook in a guilty pleasure - a cheese-fest if you will; tonight I played some Bon Jovi. You know what it's like - a band you shouldn't really admit to liking because lots of their songs are either middle of the road or so schmaltzy. But I just felt so happy, so carefree and so lightheaded with love that I needed a schmaltz fix, forget the middle of the road stuff, I needed heart on the sleeve baby I love you so much music. Because that's just how I was feeling - baby I love you so much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Forever

My baby's not with me boys and girls, so you're quite safe reading the post tonight, there'll be no references to our sex life; admittedly we've been somewhat over the top with our sex fuelled postings of late, but trust us if your sex life was as good as ours you'd blog about it too! I'm not bragging either, it's not a case of our sex life is better than yours but it is a case of sex between me and my boyfriend is awesomely fantastic, like we we're meant for each other, that's all. I mean I hope that you all have extraordinary sex lives too, there's nothing more life affirming than good sex and whoever you do it with; as long as it's safe, consensual and legal then that's just fine with me. I take the mickey out of straight people a great deal on here, but it is just a joke, whatever floats your boat boys and girls; but a special mention to all the gay-boys out there - gay is never wrong, no matter what anyone says. I'm so lucky to be gay, I'm so glad I'm gay and I'd never want to be any different simply because making out with another guy, getting horny together, sharing a bed and having sex is the best experience in the World. Well, it's the second best experience in the World actually, the first being doing all that with a guy I love - my beautiful boyfriend; everything inclusive of sex is so much better if you have a boyfriend you love. I used to think promiscuity was the only way to have a healthy, varied and exciting sex life; it's incomparable to sharing your body with someone you genuinely love - honestly...........

Work keeps my baby and I apart tonight, as it will tomorrow night too but I'm not down spirited, far from it - my baby has left me in good spirits, with enough love and care to see me through until Thursday. If nothing else my neck, my right hip and my bum will be glad of the rest - it'll give them a couple of nights of rest and recuperation to fully recover after the hammering they've received. I'm kind of tired too so it'll be an early night tonight, going to bed to sleep will certainly make a change! Despite being apart my baby's been everywhere with me today, in spirit if nothing else - there's reminders of him everywhere; he's in my wallet, my pocket, my office, around my wrist and my finger - especially my finger, you've no idea how much it means and how comforting it is. To always have my baby and a piece of his love with me, well it just makes me feel so loved and so proud; and people have noticed and commented today - they all think it's beautiful and it is, in fact it's beyond beautiful, it's the perfect reminder...............

I told you forever, I'd love you forever xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Battered ring

I've been hurting today boys and girls with some aches and pains that I could so easily blame on sleeping funny last night but truth be told I didn't sleep funny, I slept wrapped up in my baby's arms, my baby cuddled me to sleep - his arms wrapped around my chest, my head resting on his chest and his body snuggled up so close into mine. I've never felt so warm, so comfortable, so loved and I slept like a baby, it was the most peaceful nights sleep, it was no surprise; and it makes me want to cry - to share a bed, to fall asleep and to wake up with the most beautiful guy, it's a gift, hand on heart my life is blessed, my boyfriend, I love him to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo. You know sometimes we all take things for granted but my baby he's not one of them, never and I guess that's what make makes me want to cry, to wake up next to him, I don't know, it's life affirming, life is beautiful - my baby's the sunshine in my world.

So back to my day, I've been struggling to some tune with the odd ache and pain; although I know it's got nothing to do with sleeping funny, it's got everything to do with the bed. I think I'm suffering from some sexual injuries and before you all start closing your web browsers in disgust it's got nothing to do with my bum, which is a surprise even for me. I mean it's took some serious hammering of late and I mean serious hammering, my baby and I have enjoyed gratuitous amounts of sex and well, it's been seriously hardcore; my baby's been shagging me like a whore, like the hardest banging I've ever endured. Not that I complain because it's been awesome and when we're seriously horny, as we have been, I love to be treated like a whore and my baby loves to treat me as such - it turns us on so much and just heightens the sexual tension between us, it's mind blowing; and that's something else I never take for granted, never!

My bum's never been happier, more satisfied and so full of cum in its life; that's right boys and girls my quality of life is judged solely on the intensity of the shagging my arse receives and how much cum it can hold! (That's the grossest joke ever, even by our standards, we're sorry - but it's funny isn't it? Or is it just our sense of humour? Well we think it's absolutely hilarious, my baby's just said maybe they can include it in the next national census? Oh man, stop it....) Instead I've been suffering all day with pain to my neck and to my right hip, no joke I had to take some pain killers at lunch, more for my neck ache; and it's not RSI from giving too much head - although that's a surprise too! You see whilst my baby's been shagging me like a whore he's been ragging me around the bed; and on numerous occasions my head and neck have been squashed up into the headboard and mattress at a variety of different angles and positions - at one point I was twisting my body to try and get free because the pleasure was so intense but my baby pushed my contorted body into the headboard and continued to bang me senseless. I was crushed up, my body twisted at an angle I don't even understand - certainly one we never learnt in trigonometry whilst at school, with my bodyweight kind of resting on my head and neck. It's been telling on me today but man was it worth it, dear me was it worth it.........

My right hip on the other hand is a strange one, my baby reckons I've strained it but I think he's being way too kind; I mean my legs are kind of used to being spread wide causing a bit of strain on my hips. When I'm with my baby my legs spend more time wide open then they do closed, I have to accommodate my baby in between them and they're so used to it that I don't think that's the problem; this time it could well be RSI, could you imagine going to the doctors - hello Mr Doctor I think I've got RSI in my hips because they spend so much time spread wide open so my boyfriend can shag the arse off me. That's one thing you'll probably never hear in a doctors surgery and you certainly won't hear it from me because can you imagine the cure - well, stop having sex Mr gay-boy, like WHAT? I'll live with the pain thank you very much! Joking aside I don't think it's that, I know exactly what it is - with shagging me hard and rough my baby's literally been bouncing off my outstretched legs and upturned bum; with all his weight and momentum crashing down on me at some speed it's taken its toll, it has to be that, he's been thrusting away like a boyfriend possessed! Have I learned my lesson........?

In a word - no, I was so horny again this afternoon that I couldn't wait to get home and get shagged like a whore again; why does hot, dirty sex always make you want more and more? I mean I was in a bit of pain but not that much pain; and as soon as we started kissing, touching and undressing each other the pain seemed to miraculously disappear. Which was a good job really because my baby didn't go any easier on me, it was a very good job, he always does a very job...........

Flirt

It's official boys and girls, well it's always been official truth be told, it's a very well known fact but as it was pointed out to me today I thought I'd make it official to the world and admit that I AM A FLIRT. Which is hardly ground breaking news to those that know me personally because it is a very well known fact, I'm terrible, honestly I can't help myself and every now and then it causes my baby to tell me off. Not that I flirt to upset my baby nor do I flirt in the hope of getting laid because I've no reason to do it for such reasons - I only want to make my baby happy and I don't need nor do I want to get laid by anyone else but him; I love my baby to bits. I don't know but I guess it's inbuilt into me and it's more mischievous than anything else but I honestly can't help it. I know my limits though, it's very rare I flirt with gay-boys (although my baby's disagreeing with me here, okay sometimes I do it for a laugh or sometimes if we're out at night in a club or bar my friendly advances may be mistaken by the other party. But in my defence whenever that happens, I'm always with my baby and we make sure that they know we're boyfriends) but I flirt all the time with straight boys and girls; I just find it so funny and that's all it is, my mischievousness. I mean that really is harmless fun, I've got nothing to gain by flirting with them, straight boys and girls are not my cup of tea, man I don't even drink tea!

So today was a boring Sunday at work but I brightened the day up by flirting via text messages with my boyfriend and girlfriend; gosh it was such fun and well it started off with my baby. In one of my messages I referred to him as boyfriend silky sexy pants, which I thought was just so cute and kind of funny too; so I tried it out on girlfriend - girlfriend silky sexy pants, I just love the terminology and it kind of stuck. Now I call my baby such because I know he wears silky sexy pants, I want him to wear silky sexy pants, I love him to wear silky sexy pants and I've bought him many a pair of silky sexy pants - you get the picture, right? But I've absolutely no idea what kind of pants girlfriend wears, she may wear silky sexy pants, she looks the type to wear silky sexy pants (I don't know what that statement means - oh, she looks the type to wear silky sexy pants; how can you tell? Perhaps it's a straight thing, perhaps straight guys can tell what kind of pants a girl's wearing, perhaps it's a straightdar? Excuse us a minute - straightdar, oh gosh that's funny, I'm going to use that again...) and despite my best attempts to flirt my way into her pants - it's just not happening. Girls do not appear to be as easy as boys in this respect, they're kind of hard work although my baby's just reminded me that I shouldn't judge others by my standards (and he's finding that statement very funny, funnier than it should be) like you needed dragging into bed when we first met babes? Like we never had sex on our first date babes? Like it was even a date? We met purely for sex and you instigated it if memory serves correct? Oh gosh my baby's gone quiet, I wonder why? He's not really we're laughing together now but I'm so glad that it's worked out the way it has, I still remember the first message he sent me, if it wasn't for that maybe we'd have never met. Oh gosh, I'm feeling all sentimental now...........

But today I almost cracked it, seriously, girlfriend succumb to my flirtations and wants me to see her off with a bang - I almost died; these are the dangers of flirting boys and girls, be warned! Not that there's anything up with her, she's a mighty fine sexy girlfriend, but me? Like what do you do? I mean she's got bits missing and bits extra (well at a guess!); and the bits that are missing are kind of important. That's what I'm interested in and truth be told she's a girl - girls don't make me horny; but there was a saving grace, I think she was only joking and besides there's a cure for such misunderstandings, you can get it from Boots! (Oh my gosh, that could be the funniest joke ever told and no one but my baby, my girlfriend and I will get it!) On the other hand the flirtations with my baby paid off and we're very real, he wasn't joking.............

He got me so horny, seriously and I spent the remainder of my afternoon with nothing but him and the promises he made me on my mind - all afternoon I was thinking of nothing more than getting laid, more than normal it was that bad! My baby picked me up from work and when we got home, well my baby gave me a helping hand in removing my work clothes - they ended up all over the bedroom floor. I kid you not when I say we make each other so ridiculously horny, we we're both so desperate for sex that it was like we'd been starved of it for months; it's like we're possessed, but man is it good. Dear me, I would love to go into so much detail but I'm going to practice some self control, suffice to say that I was teased and pleased with fingers and a vibrator before my baby shagged me into submission; oh my gosh my bottom has never been abused so much in it's life, it was beyond sex; and according to my baby it was the most beautiful sight in the world, it was certainly the best feeling in the world.

Cum dumpster

Baby's back! Oh my gosh, I'm back in the arms of my beautiful boyfriend, cuddled up on the sofa and smothered in kisses; whatever's been on my mind whilst we've been apart has been forgotten about. The only truth in this world and the only thing that matters is LOVE; and I see it every time I look into my baby's eyes, it's a reminder of everything that's good and no matter what anyone says or does they cannot take that away from us. I go on so much about his eyes but they're just so beautifully innocent, they speak so much truth, I can see my baby's soul within them, I can see a light guiding me back home to the safety, security and warmth of his arms. They're a reflection of everything my baby is and everything I want; it's just there looking back at me, I'm very fortunate - it's no wonder I miss him so, it's no wonder I love him so................

I get lost in his eyes, lost in his touch and lost in his kiss; everything and I mean everything slipped my mind when my baby walked on through the door. Not only that but he was wearing his slippery smooth nylon track pants - what a treat for tired eyes, what a treat for any eyes and what a treat for my hands. Dear me, they fit him so well, unbelievably well and the touch of the material pressed against my skin, pressed hard against my baby's body (you may guess which part of his body, trust me it doesn't take a mathematician to work this one out!) made me rue the fact that I'd already started cooking tea. There was only thing I wanted and it's not served on a plate, well it is figuratively speaking - I mean I don't exactly have to force my baby into bed at gun point or plead with him to take some paracetamol to cure his headache (straight people you know what I'm talking about here! And you fail to comprehend why gay is good, example one has just been served - lots of sex all the time, no pleading, no buying gifts, nothing! It's a case of a kiss turns to a snog, hands start wandering, clothes start disappearing, blood flows south, an erect penis disappears into a welcoming bottom and eventually makes it all wet and gooey inside. That's it gay sex in six easy to follow steps, we should write a beginners guide to gay sex book babes; well we will when we stop laughing............ It's the wet and gooey bit that got my baby but it's true, I'm not complaining because it's the best feeling after a good long hard shagging at the hands of my baby, to feel him dumping his cum deep inside me is just pure and utter bliss - it's dirty, sweaty, cheap, slutty and I LOVE IT. It brings us together too, seriously it makes us feel closer together, by having the trust, the love and the relationship that allows us to have bareback sex; there's nothing more intimate or personal that sharing bodily fluids - that was supposed to sound romantic and I've seriously ruined it. Stop laughing babes and help me out here, oh dear me. Not that my baby would know what it's like to have a wet and gooey bottom because we've not switched in months and months, seriously I've not topped my baby since we were tested and stopped using condoms and that was so long ago that even my baby doesn't even remember! But who would want to switch when your bottom gets the shagging of its life time after time? Not me! And who would want to switch when you get to shag a pert peachy bottom to ribbons time after time? Not my baby! Although I'm somewhat disappointed that he forgot to mention tight whilst describing my bottom - the less said the better but perhaps, no we'll leave that conversation offline! And is this the longest bracketed paragraph in the World? It's gone on for ages, we've go on for ages and it's all about sex - you should be ashamed of yourself babes, leading me astray like this!) and my baby never, ever has to do anything like that to coax me into bed or wherever we find ourselves shagging. But it would have ruined tea, so we had to wait; (yes we, my baby's trying to lay the blame squarely at my feet now, like the bulge in the front of your track pants wasn't alive? Like when Frankenstein gets zapped with lightening to bring him to life in the movie. Can you imagine it babes, me running around the living room shouting IT'S ALIVE-IT'S ALIVE because my groping has gotten you hard? Oh man, that's top quality even if I do say so myself, can you see the scene in your mind babes?) we had a top tea too - chicken jalfrazi, pilau rice, garlic and coriander naan bread. Now I'm not a big indian food lover but it was awesomely good and made a serious change, perhaps it's not the best tea to eat before you have anal sex and maybe that's why it was hotter than usual babes? (Sorry, that's so gross but it is a joke, I promise it's a joke! Not that it's stopped us from eating the carpet and that's not a joke, we've been in absolute bits here - why are the grossest jokes the funniest?) You know I've just read the post through again and it started off so heartfelt and innocent, how did it come to this? And more pointedly where will it end?

But the sex was worth waiting for; the waiting time and the time we've been apart this week made us both stupidly horny. To feel my baby's smooth nylon track pants between my outstretched thighs as I pressed him down onto me whilst we were making out was beyond belief; so what followed thereafter beggared belief. Trust me, I've never wanted cock so bad in my life, I was gagging for it and I got it, boy did I get it; my baby made an absolute mess of me, he literally shagged the arse of me it was that hard. But I needed it, we both needed it and there was one point, which I'm not even going to attempt to describe, that had me struggling for breath, seriously - it was relentless.

I love my baby - it's good to be back together again, it's good to be smiling, it's good to be laughing, it's good to be in love, it's good to have sex and it's good to be his cum dumpster. Goodnight xxxxxxxxxxx.

Hold on

We're getting there boy and girls, it's felt like much longer than it has been because it's only been three days, but three days is a long time to be apart from the guy I love, it feels like an eternity. Still good things come to those who wait and tomorrow the wait will be over, it's less than 24 hours now and I'll be back in the arms of my baby. Gosh how I've missed him, apart from the fact that work has been treating me indifferently and perhaps that's made me need him more than ever of late, life just isn't the same when he's not within it. I miss his smile, his eyes, his kisses, his cuddles, his words, his everything; I miss him more than you'll ever understand, but my baby understands - I told him, I tell him all the time when we're apart, each and every conversation or text message, I tell him. I never used to like doing that, telling him I missed him, not because I didn't want to show my weaknesses but I didn't want him to feel any pressure, like he had to be with me all the time, or respond to my every call. It's funny how time changes people and their perceptions and now I don't think twice about telling him how much I miss him, my baby says it's another way of telling someone you love them - it's so true and well, for him to think of it like that is so sweet.

With the light shining brightly at the end of the tunnel I'm feeling much better now, sometimes I'm guilty of letting the bigger picture take me over - it's another two weeks until our next weekend off together, it's been playing heavy on my mind, it's a long time, too long. I should just take one day at a time, life's easier to swallow in bite sized chunks - my baby reminded me of this tonight, it's easier to hold onto one day at a time; it's easier to hold onto the day when you know there's someone out there that loves you.............

For my boyfriend, I love you to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Sexorcist

And I'm not joking boys and girls - I need sex urgently, not because I'm overly horny, well no more than normal but because I've got way too much excess energy. Seriously, I've got way too much energy and it's been manifesting itself in ugly ways - I need my baby to rattle my bones to some tune to help calm me down; at times like these he's like the preacher from the Exorcist, except our movie would be kind of adult orientated - the Sexorcist. My beautiful boyfriend coming to save me from the evils of my own devilment and saving my soul by shagging the arse off me and filling me with holy semen! I know he'd do that for me because I've just finished speaking to him on the phone and it kind of wormed its way into our conversation but work, well it keeps us apart once more; my baby's told me to keep out of trouble until Saturday until we're back together again. It's fine advice actually because I know that if I continue with my current devilish ways I'll fall hard and get hurt - it always happens, I know that and my baby knows that; hence his words of wisdom.

I could plead it's not really my fault but it is - works just been winding me up again today; and as a result I have been somewhat aggressive and very much grumpy - I'm such a nice person to be around at the moment. It's the 9 o'clock starts that's the root of the problem - I come into work still with my very early morning head on, needing time and space but by that time everyone else is in work and it's full on right from the word go. That's not me boys and girls, I don't operate like that, it's rare I operate at all in the first hour or two after waking up; and even less so if I wake up alone because if I'm with my baby, he just eases me gently into the day with a kiss, a cuddle and some kind words - I miss that when he's not with me. Man, I just miss him period when he's not with me and that's the other reason why 9 o'clock starts are no good; late starts mean late finishes and late finishes often mean no boyfriend - you see they're evil!

Anyway, as a result of this I was somewhat delicate upon my arrival at work; and I started the day by slamming doors in my office because someone had moved the mug my baby had bought for me. I cherish that mug, seriously, it's like an extension of my baby - I protect, care and love that mug as if it were my baby; so to find it had been moved seriously wound me up. It wasn't a good start and it only got worse when a colleague decided to wind me up over my ice watch I think, I think because I cannot honestly recall. As soon as the intention of his conversation had registered the red mist descended and the expletives fell from my mouth - it still winds me up actually, how I abhor with a passion those that judge me - narrow minded pieces of trash. It set me up for the day but instead of letting it drag me down I kind of fed off the nervous energy and I had some fun being grumpy and indifferent. It's not a good place to be, truth be told, as my baby says I need to calm down some otherwise I'll hit the ground hard..............

I'll try my very best to get through tomorrow unscathed because after that I'll be back on early starts and back with my baby. Besides if I do fall there's one guy that has to pick up the pieces and I don't want that because he doesn't deserve it; out of anyone in the World he's the one person that I wouldn't wish it on. It's a promise to my baby, I only want our time together to be filled with happiness and love, lots of love, I love my baby lots, I love him to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Shine

It always happens doesn't it? I mean you can always guarantee that when I need my baby after having a particularly bad day we won't be together because work keeps us apart. We were together for nigh on two weeks and those two weeks were so relaxing and blissful - everything both in and outside of work was pretty much perfect. The first night we're apart and it all falls to pieces, you really couldn't script it any better; not that either of us really want to script any bad times or unhappiness. That said, I am guilty of being somewhat of a drama queen in reference to it all falls apart, it really wasn't that bad..............

I don't know, work really wasn't that bad and no one in particular has upset me - I wasn't feeling upset; there just seemed to be a great deal of negativity in the air and I mean serious negativity. I guess it's the flip side of the coin in some respects because I am very sensitive to such feelings around me; thankfully for the most part I feel the positivity and I do genuinely feed off that positive energy. But today, it's been non stop negativity, like a heavy shroud hanging over my head and it's not my negativity but the air of it surrounding me - does that make sense? I could feel it, it was so heavy and I tried my best to fight it but eventually it got to me slightly - it kind of tainted my day a little and I ended up feeling negative myself; and it showed, I don't hide my feelings well at all.

There was lots of stuff going on that contributed to this, it wasn't any one major thing but lots of little things, still you add them up and they all equate the same. I guess what made it worse was the fact that I've been chained to my desk more than I like the past week or so - I abhor being chained down, I'm a free spirit and it just feels like my wings have been clipped. And with being stuck to my desk I was unable to get out and about, to find some breathing space and some time to clear my head and escape the negativity. I handled myself very well, I didn't let myself go too much and as soon as I felt I couldn't take any more I got up and went out, disregarding whatever crap that needed to be done in the office. Still it was a crap day and I was in desperate need of a familiar, friendly face to comfort me and more importantly someone with a positive outlook on life to help me forget all the negativity that surrounded me. Despite returning to an empty home my salvation was only a phone call away................

Gosh how I love my baby, within seconds of phoning him and as soon as I heard his voice all my troubles disappeared, seriously they melted away. It was all I needed - his familiar voice, his non judgemental ear and his words of comfort and advice; I just needed to get the negativity out of my system and it worked. As mentioned, I wasn't upset or anything like that, I guess I just needed re-energising, to have some distraction for my thoughts and feelings, and to have someone make me laugh. My baby did it all, we talked about my day and how it had affected me but within minutes we were talking about something completely different and we were laughing. It was like a breath of fresh air, like the sunshine breaking through the clouds on a grey overcast day and warming the soul - it was such a relief.

I said somewhere on here that if I shine brightly it's because of the love that has been bestowed upon me - it's nothing but the truth; but somehow today whilst away from my baby I lost that light. It's not a coincidence that tonight he made me shine again..........

Tosser

It's a cheap shot admittedly, an unbelievably cheap shot but I just couldn't help myself, when a situation arises where I can get away with using such a word you can count on me to use it! Anyway, it's okay boys and girls no one and nothing has upset me, you still find me in a super relaxed frame of mind, and I don't use the word in its derogatory term. In fact I use the word to describe my baby, and no we've not fallen out or had an argument, far from it because my baby is with me again tonight - we've spent almost two weeks together, although that will soon end, tomorrow will find us apart as work once again gets in the way. Not that we complain, we've had a blissful two weeks together, we've been very fortunate, it's just been great.........

I use the word because it's pancake day and it brings back so many memories for the both of us - of our Mum's homemade pancakes, of the utter excitement having pancakes on pancake day brings - it's kind of strange when you think on it because you can have pancakes at anytime of the year for any occasion; but for some unknown reason they're reserved solely for pancake day. Maybe that's where all the excitement came from, who knows? But it's been many a year since I've had homemade pancakes, in the past I've always cheated and got the ready made ones from the supermarket and it's just not the same - the taste, the smell of them cooking and the whole spectacle, it's lost. I should have paid more attention as a child, I should have learnt from my Mum and figured out how to make my own pancakes; to recreate the magic of pancake day. I didn't but someone did.............

Now I absolutely love my baby to bits for everything he is but if there was ever a reason needed to love him even more, if that's at all possible, it's because he has the knowledge to make homemade pancakes. I kid you not, my baby paid attention when his Mum was in the kitchen - not only is he cute, loving, caring, kind, considerate, funny, a sex-god, an orgasm machine and a million and one other things but he can also cook pancakes from scratch - am I the most fortunate boyfriend in the World? Boys and girls I think the answer to that is YES! Oh my gosh, I was sat in the kitchen transfixed, watching my baby mixing all the ingredients into a smooth mixture, I think it was one of the few times I've been silent for so long whilst with my baby. He was chatting away and I was just sat there listening and watching him concentrate so intently; I guess I was overly quiet because he turned and asked if I was alright, hand on heart I never felt better - it was one of those moments, a moment of pure beauty encapsulated in the everyday, it was astonishingly beautiful.

As were the pancakes, they were absolutely gorgeous, I honestly had forgotten how good homemade pancakes were. They were that good that, if my memory serves correct, they were as good as my Mums, and I don't use that comparison lightly - they were as good as any I've tasted. What a taste sensation, after I took my first bite my baby asked if they were good, I literally could have cried - all his time, effort and attention that had gone into making them and he still wanted to make sure I was satisfied. Not only that but all those memories from childhood really did come flooding back - hot pancakes, sugar and lemon; I guess they're sense memories or something but it's strange how certain foods hold such memories. And as ever when my baby or I cook for each other, there were way too many; well there wasn't really I don't think either of us could tire from eating pancakes. But we had them for dessert - we had bacon and mushroom tagliatelle with garlic bread for tea and I made loads of that too, either one of them would have sufficed but to have both has made us more than a little full.

Whatever, we're now well and truly refuelled; and I'm sure any extra calories we may have incurred this evening will be put to good use and duly burnt off. Because whilst my baby and I are together pancakes are the only things he has to worry about tossing, everything else takes care of itself.........

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I'm so relaxed Blogger friends, you wouldn't believe how relaxed a guy could be, seriously - I'm so relaxed I'm almost horizontal; and you may all be thinking that's not unusual to find me in the horizontal position, but even out of the bedroom, even walking around and even at work when I'm away from my baby I'm almost horizontal. I don't recall any other time when I've been this relaxed and comfortable, it is just the most beautiful frame of being to find myself in; well both of us really because when I'm in such a state it has a positive effect on my baby and our relationship. I know, even without my baby saying, that I'm good to be around during such times, it's me at my very best and without anything to bother or upset me, well the light comes shining through into my life but more importantly it shines through onto my baby. Times like these are my thank you, I love you message to him - spoken in silence because no words are needed, he only has to be around me to know; and he knows...................

He knows but won't admit that I am what I am at this moment in time because of him, because of the positive input he has given my life, because of the love, the care and the tenderness he has given me; my life has been enriched by his presence within it. And yes, I know it takes two; and yes, I wouldn't have grown without some effort and trust on my behalf but first of all you have to find a boyfriend who's willing to invest the time and the effort. I've never said I was the easiest person in the world to get on with and get to know personally because that would have been a lie so it makes it all the more remarkable. I don't know and I don't care to analyse the situation because it doesn't matter; all that matters is the here and now, and right now I, sorry we, find ourselves in such a beautiful position - it's like the safest, most comfortable place you could imagine. My baby's reminding me that I've given so much to his life too, that it's not just a one-way road, and I know that to be true but without his initial time and patience none of this would have happened - that's all I'm trying to say, is that okay babes? Yes, that's okay boys and girls, trust me it's okay..........

I tell you all this not only because I want to and because my defences are down but because it's a perfect reflection of our weekend. We went out for a meal on Saturday night to the gay village, a kind of birthday/valentines joint celebration and it was just so blissful and so romantic. There were no drunken over the top antics to be found, we were impeccably well behaved - just my baby and I enjoying each others company, fine food, a few drinks and the nighttime; that was it, the most important thing was being together, nothing more. We didn't even party afterwards, we just stayed in the bar and relaxed together, we went home relatively sober and at a decent time. I bought my baby a rose on the way back home, a street vendor was selling them and I couldn't help myself; my baby took it to work today and placed it on his desk so it would remind him of me - that's just a beautiful sentiment. Sunday I returned from work to find my baby cooking a meal for us, a valentines meal; and despite having to spend our first Valentines Day apart, the nighttime more than made up for it. Once again it was just about us - a night filled with hushed tones, kisses and cuddles - the sweetest, most heartfelt things are often said in hushed tones, if they need to be said at all because love has no language. Te quiero novio xoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxox.

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I ♡ my boyfriend

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My boyfriend ♡ me

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Happy Valentines Day 2010

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Everyday is incomplete until you walk in the room......

More than

There's one golden rule when you're my personal friend boys and girls; and one that is widely accepted and well known - never, ever ring me or text me after I've had a drink. Not because I get aggressive or anything but because alcohol makes my tongue loose, very loose and the subjects that thus spurn from my mouth are far from child friendly to say the least. After a few beers there's a familiar trend to my conversations, they all revolve around sex and I'm not shy in dispensing with the details - admittedly it's normally what my baby and I perceive to be very funny, but to some I'm sure it could, would and has caused offence! To put it in perspective, if you find some of the stuff I post on here objectionable or somewhat offensive; then never speak to me if you see me in a pub or club - NEVER! As shameful as this may be my Mother has even found this out to her cost, I know there's some subjects you shouldn't share with your Mum - such as the awesome sex life my baby and I have; it's a good job my Mum has an open mind and attitude to my sexuality. That said, and this is going to make it sound even worse, I think you should be able to talk to your Mum about such things, seriously; I mean your Mum's you're best friend right? You should be able to talk to her about anything and share all the good moments of your life; perhaps with slightly less detail but let's not hide the truth - I have lots of top quality sex with my boyfriend, my Mum now knows this, it makes me happy so I'm sure it makes my Mum happy. My baby's just being mocking the situation at hand, in a high pitched kind of girly voice (he sounded like the Queen to be honest) he said, my son's just had his arse shagged to ribbons by his boyfriend - I'm so happy for him; it was monumentally funny and we've not even had a drink yet, you see what I mean?

So last night, my baby took me for a few beers to celebrate my birthday, it was nothing major because we we're both working today. Still it was a wonderful evening and I think it was even better because it was low key - despite finding ourselves in Straightville, we just felt so together, it really was a beautiful feeling. We went to the Old Rectory and it was real quiet, almost eerily so but it just made it all the better, there were no distractions and no over the top, silly drunken antics. And although we couldn't show our true feelings for one another as we would in the gay village, we still managed to hold hands most of the night and share a kiss or two or three or four. Towards the end of the night I received a text - you know where this is going now right? That's right down into the gutter! It started off innocently enough, an enquiry as to what I received for my birthday and it specifically stated barring the obvious - it was some one that knew me and knew what I'm like! Somehow, somewhere amongst the ensuing text exchange I propositioned a girl to join my baby and I for sex, propositioned a guy I don't even know to join my baby and I for sex, enthused over the joys of anal sex and told them to go get lots of cock.; as previously stated I'm nothing if not forthcoming after alcohol consumption! My baby thought I was taking it too far, he was telling me stop being so gross whilst he was laughing at my texts it has to be noted, but it was a fair point actually, I was becoming gross - until one of the reply texts stopped us both dead in our tracks. Now as said the pub was real quiet but all that changed upon receipt of this particular text, it had us in total and utter fits of laughter, we just weren't prepared in any way, shape or form for it; it was a shock and hit us both out of the blue. There was me getting told off by my baby for being too gross and well, it made my texts seem positively innocent but it was just so funny and my baby said the look on my face was an absolute picture. I don't doubt him for a second, it took the wind right out of my sails, we were still talking and laughing about it all the way home; and when we did get home we practiced what we were being preached for a second time. In more ways than one last night I got more than I bargained for............

Suit

I don't wear suits, I don't even own a suit, suits and me don't get on at all, we're not the best of friends; I mean I'm not a suit guy - they're way too formal and stuffy for my liking. I'm not just talking about my dress style here either, although admittedly I'm more at home in a pair of jeans and t-shirt or a pair of track pants and a hoodie or a pair of silky smooth shorts and nothing else! Barring the shorts fetish, (which both my baby and I share, and I guess you could call it a fetish because they do turn us on and make us so horny; and although I do wear such shorts whilst I'm out and about with my baby during the Summer months they see most of their action within the bedroom. It's the material that does it if you're wondering what all the fuss is about, that and the short cut style of the real vintage shorts - smooth, shiny, nylon material feels awesome next to the skin and to caress my baby or be caressed by him through the material, it's beyond description) the casual style I dress in is a reflection of my personality - laid back, relaxed and carefree; it's me in my comfort zone, well both of us really, my baby he dresses in a very similar fashion when he's not working. We're not stiff upper lipped, high browed kind of guys - we're just out for a laugh and some fun together, to go with the kisses, cuddles, love and sex we also share.

However, with today being a special day, I've broken this golden rule; for just once in my life I'm going to make the effort and get dressed up in a suit - it was my baby's idea actually, he said it's a day that should be celebrated in the best way possible. So I took his advice and............

That's right I'm wearing nothing - no pants, no socks, nothing; and it's the perfect outfit because today is my birthday - I'm wearing my birthday suit! What else were you expecting boys and girls? For me to be heading out in a tuxedo and top hat? If you've been reading this blog for a while then you should know better than that and your standards should be a whole lot lower than that too! 38 years old, oh my gosh; not that I care it's only a number - admittedly I sometimes play the drama queen about it but that's always in jest. As girlfriend always says, you're only as old as the guy you're feeling, how true girlfriend! But I honestly don't feel that old, I don't think like I'm that old and I certainly don't act like I'm that old - in my mind I'm still a loved up teenager, seriously and I'm in love with the most beautiful boyfriend in the World; I love you to bits boyfriend xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

My baby's just reminded me that I don't dress like I'm that old either, once again so true; my mindset doesn't think in such terms, that's the key fact here and a number that signifies your age should never be allowed to influence your true self. It horrifies me when people think just because they've reached a certain age in their life they then have to conform to what is thought of as the correct behaviour for that age bracket. I don't even begin to understand such thoughts and I genuinely feel sorry for anyone that lives under such terms; life doesn't have any rules per-se, you just go along for the ride and try and make the best of what it gives you! (My baby loves that statement, he says it's so true and it's a great way to live life by; and he's right, it's pretty much how we live, we take each day and try and make the best of it. Regardless of what people may think or say of us being a same sex couple, it's our life - we live it by our rules and no one else's!) Oh gosh, I best get down off my high horse now, I'm digressing to some tune and I didn't even mean to write all this; I best get a hurry on, my baby's taking me out for a few birthday beers tonight.

Whatever, it's my birthday, I've received lots of gifts and cards, I'm with my baby, we've had birthday sex - which is no different to normal sex other than the fact that when my baby shot his load deep in me after shagging the arse of me he screamed HAPPY BIRTHDAY rather than a load of indescribable grunts and groans - it was very romantic! I'm only joking, honestly although, oh gosh............ My baby and I have just been in absolute tatters over that, even if I say so myself that is top drawer funny, I was laughing more at my baby than at my own joke to be honest, he was in hysterics; that was until he mimicked the screaming happy birthday whilst in orgasm, and then I was gone too; oh gosh I've got carpet burns on my tongue through eating the carpet it was that funny. Oh dear to have a camcorder to hand, that was the funniest thing I think I've ever seen, my baby's an absolute star! But honestly he didn't really scream happy birthday whilst pumping me full of his cum (I'm sorry, I'm getting really gross now, I promise I'll stop) that was just my mischievous mind in motion.

I just want to say a very big thank you to everyone that made today so special, it has been a seriously humbling experience to know that I have so many friends out there that love and care for me; it has been such a special day. And the generosity and kindness shown with the cards and gifts I've received just blew me away, seriously, so I'd just like to say the following and this is nothing but the heartfelt truth:

"My dear friends I hope my friendship and whatever I bring to your lives with my friendship means as much to you as you all do to me. You're friendship is a gift, it's greater than any gift anyone could buy, it's worth more than any amount of money because true friendship has no price. It's priceless, just like every single person that thinks of me, cares for me and loves me for the person that I am. I'm nothing more than a man but I'm nothing less than the reflection of the love you have all bestowed upon me; and if I shine brightly it's because of you. You know who you are, may you all shine brightly tonight. With love xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"

- especially for my boyfriend, the brightest star that has ever shone down into my life. A life without love is a life not lived xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Goodnight boys and girls....................

Nothing & everything

My baby and I we've been so fortunate of late, seriously so - we've been together each night for about a week and a half straight, throw in the last weekend we both had off together and it's just been bliss. Work hasn't got in the way, life hasn't got in the way, nothing's got in the way or in between us; it's very comforting even if we do nothing more than come home, have tea, sit back, relax and cuddle up on the sofa. It's just something to look forward too, if either of us are having a bad day at work for whatever reason there's always the thought of spending the night together that brings us safely through to the other side. Perhaps that's the key - safety, we've never felt so safe, secure and comfortable with any other guy; from my point of view and although it's well documented on here, my baby he just looks after, cares for and loves me so much, and as a result I've never known a safer place than cuddled up in my baby's arms, never.........

I know, well we both know that out of the two of us I'm the more emotional one, in both its good and its bad traits, it's nothing to be ashamed of - I'm not ashamed to say that and my baby's attracted to that side of my personality, the good traits especially for reasons which do not require explanation! But when he came home from work tonight he told me the story of his day and one episode in particular, despite its ordinariness, it........... well it was just so beautiful that it took my breath away and truth be told it made the tears well up in my eyes. And I don't want to share this story because I find it way too personal but my baby he wants me to tell it because I share so many of my thoughts about him on here; which is a fair call.

Obviously since my baby has spent every night with me for the past week and a half I've been doing his washing for him; my baby needs clean clothes for work and for play, and despite him having a fair selection from his wardrobe here - it just wasn't enough to see him through. That and the fact that it's no hardship to chuck his stuff in with mine when I'm doing a wash; I mean I wouldn't want him to head back to his flat faced with a mountain of washing, it's way unfair and I would never allow my baby do such. Talking of which I was ironing some of his washing tonight before he got home and it just felt so lovely, I had a real homely feeling inside and I was taking such care and attention making sure his clothes were pressed as perfectly as possible - it just made me feel so proud of him, I don't know why but that was the overwhelming feeling.

Anyway my baby was having lunch today with Fiona, or Fi-fi if you're on personal terms apparently, one of his colleagues and she commented on how nice his shirt smelt and asked what fabric conditioner he used. It was one of the shirts I'd washed for my baby so obviously he didn't know - for all those that want to know it's Lenor barefoot through cut grass, I used to use Sainsburys own brand, I can't remember it's proper title but it smelt like watermelon, seriously, it was divine but they stopped doing it. Hence, I got this Lenor one and it does smell wonderful too but the smell really is strong, which is probably why Fiona noticed it - you can't help but notice it. Back to the tale, my baby says I've no idea because my boyfriend washed it for me; and to surmise the conversation he said my boyfriend cares for me so much and I love him silly. It's just an ordinary conversation between two workmates, a conversation about laundry products, as I said earlier it's very ordinary but it hit home when he told me tonight. I got the unedited conversation but it was the bit about telling Fiona that I care for him so much that I thought was just beautiful, and even though it's the truth - I love my baby to bits, it still blew me away. I guess because I just do what I do for my baby without a second thought sometimes it just doesn't register, after all it's only doing his washing in this instance; but to hear it brought up in conversation and to know that such everyday things mean so much to him, so much that he tells his workmates, well that's what got me.

It's nothing and everything all at once, it's just so sweet and I guess if may baby and I are taking care and doing a good job of the everyday things, then we're not doing too badly at all. Goodnight boys and girls, see you on the other side of 37; with love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Mission impossible

Seriously! I was talking to girlfriend today (which makes a change - sorry girlfriend, I hope it doesn't make it worse to mention that my baby finds that comment very funny? Sorry boyfriend for mentioning that bit - I'm sure we'll be fine! It was just a throw away comment that I put in there and it is remarkably funny, we're still giggling over that one, oh gosh the simple things....) and we decided, or it was decided for me, that we'd be indulging in buying each other gifts for Valentines Day. Which I thought was quite sweet to be honest, I mean I love my girlfriend and I think that she loves me; and although it's somewhat different to most girlfriend/boyfriend relationships - as in we have never consummated our relationship, (or is it? That's the deal with straight relationships - boyfriend and girlfriend say they love each other but never show it and hardly ever have sex. Perhaps we're the perfect boyfriend and girlfriend after all!) I don't think we've even kissed to be honest! Worse than that girlfriend hardly ever gives me a cuddle and she knows that I adore cuddles; that said she held my hand last week which was very sweet - I love holding hands. I'm only messing, my baby does all that for me, he gives me enough kisses and cuddles to last throughout the day until I see him again; to be honest I think I'm a bigger softie than girlfriend. Whatever, I just love girlfriend for who she is and she does mean a great deal to me; and I was more than willing to show her how much I love her with a Valentine gift.

Willing but also clueless, I've never bought a Valentines Gift for a girl in my life for obvious reasons and I was seriously stuck for ideas. If that wasn't bad enough, it had to be done and dusted by tomorrow and as I was working it had to be bought from Stockport; you see what I mean about mission impossible? What do you buy a girlfriend for Valentines? I asked my straight colleagues both male and female what would they buy or what would they like to be bought respectively but it didn't help. A fair few mentioned lingerie, which is a fair call if you're in a straight relationship; I mean I've bought sexy. silky, tactile pants as gifts for guys in the past which is just the same in my eyes. But I'm not in a straight relationship and if I bought girlfriend some sexy lingerie I'd probably want to keep it and wear it myself (my baby's almost had a fit, I'll take that as no go then. I was only trying to wind him and it worked, my baby doesn't like me cross dressing and I don't either truth be told. Besides you can buy guys pants which are just as silky and sexy as any girls lingerie these days - trust us!)

It's difficult, trust me you don't appreciate how difficult it is; perhaps if I had a week or two I'd have gone shopping with my baby into Manchester and found something perfect; which makes me rue the chance I passed on buying the pink floral print frock we saw last Saturday, damn you live and learn. And you may all be thinking that it's just as difficult for girlfriend to get me something but I don't think it is; she's straight after all and so has previous experience of buying Valentines gifts for guys (no wonder her credit card bill is so high at this time of year! I'm dead aren't I? I maybe okay actually I don't think girlfriend is a regular reader anymore; if you're reading I'm sorry - very,very sorry!!!) and despite me being gay and somewhat effeminate I'm still a guy; I still like things straight guys like and some more things beside, the same things that girlfriend likes. That's just reminded me, and I'm not trying to wind my baby up here - girlfriend wants to know if you'll go round to her house and shave her legs please? She was so impressed with the job you did on mine that she wants you to do hers, honestly. If you do decide to go take a rape alarm babes, she knows how hot you are in the bedroom department, (what? My baby likes to set fire to the bedding department at Westgate! What a stupid statement!) and well you're cute to boot and she's only human - please be careful! You may get a Valentines gift too if you go before Sunday though! (I'm sorry for being giddy and mischievous but as promised my baby took me to bed; and spunktastic sex always makes me feel so alive. Gosh, it was so spunktastic, I don't know how my baby continues to produce so much but he did, he filled me to the (b)rim. And we're not condoning sex without condoms boys and girls, whether you're straight or gay the risks remain the same (well apart from getting pregnant if you're gay!) but we became monogamous and were both tested before we even thought about losing the condoms but it's so much better. Dear me, to feel my baby filling me with his cum has got to be one of the best feelings in the World; so dirty, so horny, so in love - gosh how I love sex and how I love my baby, it's a perfect combination xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Anyway, I did it, I found girlfriend a Valentines gift or two; and although I think they're far from perfect it was the best I could do. If I had more time, more choice and more of a clue I may have found something just perfect, I don't like buying gifts in a rush that's what I'm trying to say. I guess at the end of the day it's the thought that counts and well, the gifts were bought with love, a love for my first and only girlfriend xxxxxxxxxxxx.

Shorn like a.....

........ SHEEP!

My baby and I were busy last night, very busy, because it was that time of the month or more to the point it had been about a month. A month since we last shaved each other and our bodily hair was starting to grow back, since we've been doing this, well we both love the smooth sleek look and feel it gives; and there's no going back for either of us to the more natural state. It really is an awesome feeling to be shaved of your bodily hair, last time we both did it from the below the waist up, including our chests and the difference it makes. Oh my gosh, it makes us both so horny to caress each others smooth bodies, my baby's chest in particular just feels orgasmic to touch and kiss - it's mind blowing. I mean sex was mind blowing before, but it takes it to the next level when there's smooth skin writhing against smooth skin; and it just looks so much better too, so clean, so neat and so tidy. Trust us on this one guys, maybe it's a different game plan for straight guys we don't know, but just try it, it really makes a difference. Not only that but if you let you're boyfriend/girlfriend shave you, assuming they've got a steady pair of hands, the whole process is just stupidly horny, seriously horny. One of the best experiences a couple can have without having sex, to submit your naked body in such a way to your lover, dear me, if you've not tried it you've no idea, you've not truly lived.

Last night, well my baby went the whole nine yards on my body, not only did he go from below the waist North but he went below the waist South too - my baby shaved my legs! It was his idea, I was kind of unsure about it to be honest but my baby loves my legs - he says I've got an awesome pair and well, he wanted to shave them and he talked me into it. I'm so glad he did, they look fantastic now and even if I say so myself - seriously sexy, not only to look at but to feel too, so smooth. Like every other part of my body, they're so much better without the hair, so much better in every aspect and not just from a sexual point of view. Although it does help! The whole process made us both horny and once we'd finished well, we were naked already, we were in the bedroom and it would have been such a waste. We didn't let the moment go to waste.............

I kid you not to feel my baby caressing my smooth, hairless thighs was beyond description, totally and utterly unbelievable; but if that wasn't good enough (and I'll try and keep this as clean as possible) when I wrapped my legs around his body whilst we were making love, dear me, to feel his body in motion against my shaved skin - FANTASTIC! It was so unbelievably good that my baby and I are going to have sex again tonight just to make sure, there's an excuse if ever we needed one! Neither of us had really hairy bodies, for the most part it was real fine wispy hair - we weren't born to be bears, talking of which why do certain guys get so turned on by bears? My baby and I don't understand it, I mean we've seen a fair few whilst out and about in the gay village; thick bushy hair that we imagine covers their whole body (we imagine because we've never been with a bear and so haven't seen one naked) and it's gross, you could gag on hair whilst kissing your lovers body, hang on a minute big-boy I've got a fur ball! The biggest turn off we could ever imagine, there could be a family of rats living in the undergrowth - masses and masses of thick body hair, it makes me want to turn straight! Only joking boys and girls about the turning straight bit, despite my girlfriend trying to turn me at every available opportunity!

Anyway where was I? My baby and I didn't have real hairy bodies by any stretch of the imagination so to get rid of a bit of bodily hair really shouldn't make that much of a difference. But it does, it just makes the skin so much more sensitive to touch, I guess because there's nothing between to interfere and although my baby may not like this and he certainly didn't do it because of this - it makes me feel more feminine. That may not be the correct terminology but I am the submissive guy in our relationship and it just feels so appropriate, my baby knows what I mean anyway. Whatever, it's just awesome, for the both of us; my legs in particular, I'm so glad my baby talked me into having them shaved and I'm so glad he suggested it - it's a revelation. It's been so good that my girlfriend couldn't resist copping a feel of them today when I told her what we'd been up to - my baby's just said he warned me that the text girlfriend sent the other night was true; but it's okay, despite having the sexiest girlfriend in the world it did nothing for me. She said it felt weird anyway to feel shaved legs on a guy - straight people so strange! That said I bet it would feel awesome if girlfriend dragged her fingernails lightly over my shaved skin, oh my gosh, and I've been pleading with my baby for so long to buy some false nails, not to wear outside but to wear to bed, when we have sex. Because I must admit the feel of long finger nails over my skin is divine and I can only imagine what it would feel like if my baby was able to claw my body whilst he was shagging me; I reckon it would drive me insane. That said I think foreplay may bit somewhat painful, when my baby fingers my hole, long fingernails and such a sensitive area of my body probably don't mix too well. I appreciate it's an odd request and it will probably just remain a fantasy, but one day I may grind my baby into submission, who knows? Perhaps I'll stop having sex with him until he does it, my baby's laughing now, like what's so funny? There's no need to explain but I will - me going without sex, that's what's funny, I'd be pleading with him to do me after a couple of days even if it was my idea in the first place.

One thing I really do need to explain though, which thankfully my baby has pointed out is the whole girlfriend running her fingernails over my skin episode - we don't want anyone getting the wrong impression here. I don't know how it first occurred but every now and then girlfriend gets her nails done; and one time she ran them over the skin on my arm, I think I initiated the whole thing. I just wanted to know what it felt like because obviously I didn't know what it felt like and it does feel awesome, so if I've been a good boyfriend girlfriend rewards me by running her fingernails over my arm or hand - that's all, it's perfectly innocent. And as I've been a very good boyfriend today maybe girlfriend will run her fingernails over my shaved legs tomorrow? I hope so...........