Not goodbye

It was girlfriends last day at work today, it's a day I've not been looking forward too for so long - we knew it was coming, we knew it was imminent and I thought I was prepared for it. My baby and I have talked about it in the days leading up to today - he's been my rock, as ever; because I've been trying to avoid talking about it, because it upsets me. When stuff affects me in a bad way that's my way of dealing with it, to bottle it up and suppress it; and although I know it doesn't help in any way, shape or form - it's just my way. My baby also knows how I operate and he's made me talk about it and made me get it out in the open - he knows how much girlfriend means to me and he knew I would struggle. My baby's helped, he's helped me so much and without wishing to sound like a drama queen; I would have struggled to some tune without him by my side, to give me love, support and an outlet. That's not an exaggeration of the truth by any means......

When we left for work this morning I promised my baby I wouldn't cry today, it was a silly promise to make; and although my baby didn't say anything at the time, he knew, he just knew - it wasn't a surprise for any of us. To be honest I was doing so well - laughing, joking and smiling until early afternoon when I got a call to go back to my office. Girlfriend had bought me some leaving gifts and well, the gravity of the situation, it's imminency and just the kindness, thoughtfulness and love they represented tore me up. Girlfriend found me sat in the office crying, I could do nothing else but cry and I could pretend to be the big tough guy but that's not me boys and girls, I wouldn't even know where to begin.

I guess that's where our friendship started - I didn't have to pretend to be anything but my true self with girlfriend, she just accepted me for who I was. I hadn't even come out as gay at work then but she gave me the confidence, support and love to make me realise that it wasn't such a big step to take; and if people didn't love me for who I was than they weren't a true friend anyway. We've stuck together through thick and thin ever since, sure there's been a few bad times but we've always come through it, mostly unscathed and still smiling; and the good times far outweigh the bad. It's a measure of true friendship boys and girls, often those you think are your friends will disappear during the bad times, it's the ones that are still standing by your side regardless of the situation that you should treasure. True friends don't come along too often in this life...........

My baby reminded me tonight that it should be a time of celebration and not of sadness, a celebration of all the fun times we've had, of all the happy memories we've made together. He's right and there are many happy memories, memories that wouldn't have been made without girlfriend, there are so many reasons to celebrate and be thankful for. This blog is littered with such memories, girlfriend lives and breathes through so many of the posts found on here, some quite obviously and others not so but she's there. These are memories of her, memories of us - a gay boyfriend and a straight girlfriend; who'd have thought we'd have lasted for nigh on a year and a half? And this is not the end, and this is not goodbye, and this is not the lasting memory on which our friendship will be judged because I don't want a day like today to be the finale, it was way too painful for that purpose. I'm worth more than that and girlfriend is worth more than that, our friendship is worth more than tears shed in sadness; here's to happier times and a new set of memories just waiting to be made.

For you girlfriend - from two boyfriends who love you very much. May your journeys always be safe and may the roads we travel cross often xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

"You stole my dreams and you made me see that I could walk into the sun and I could still be me............."

Sixty minutes

It seems like I'm forever playing catch up with this blog lately boys and girls, well certainly the past couple of days or so; how are we all by the way? Good I hope? There's a dear friend of mine who isn't so good at the moment, which is not good news, I hope better times go their way soon, keep my friend in your thoughts boys and girls, please. My baby and I are apart tonight, I was working until late and my baby he had some stuff to do back at his flat; but it's no great shakes, it should be the only night we're apart this week - I do not complain, it's all happy days. Now do you want to know the real reason why the blog hasn't received a great deal of attention this weekend? In one word - sex...............

Now I don't know what's up with me lately but I've been seriously horny and I don't use the word lightly, I mean it, I've been way worse than normal; and I was thinking of saying we've been so horny so I could blame my baby too but it's been mostly me. My baby's always risen to the occasion and has never complained nor turned down the opportunity but for the most part I've instigated and lead on throughout the weekend. It's all I've had on my mind, it's all I've wanted to do - to get dicked, laid, shagged rotten; it's like some kind of disorder taking over my life, I've got OCD for sex! From getting up in the morning until going to bed at night, that's right even early in the morning, it's been that bad. When I left my baby in bed to get ready for work over the weekend all I wanted to do was climb back in bed with him and have sex; no wonder my baby was so welcoming of the sleep in! Saturday night in particular I was insatiable, and man did I get it but soon after I wanted more; and soon after that I paid for it............

The clocks went forward one hour during the early hours of Sunday morning and to be honest sixty minutes really shouldn't make all that difference, but it did. I guess along with our late night sexual diversions it took its toll, and it took it big time because Sunday I was dead on my feet. I don't think I've ever been so tired in all my life, I was absolutely shattered and drained, it was an effort just to concentrate and walk it was that bad; and it certainly wasn't any good to find myself feeling like that whilst at work. The day dragged on and on, it was horrible and to say home time came as a welcome relief was somewhat of an understatement to say the least! I dragged my weary body home, walked in through the front door and well, I could have cried - not only was my baby there to welcome me with a smile, a kiss and a cuddle but tea was on the go. If that wasn't enough, in between my baby visiting his folks he'd taken advantage of the nice weather and done all the washing - clothes, bedding, towels the lot; everything was clean, fresh, ironed and put away. It blew me away, totally and utterly blew me away - my baby thought nothing of it, he said it was a nice day and decided to do the laundry. I guess he saw the look on my face because he asked if he'd done anything wrong, I couldn't answer him, I'd have choked on my tears if I'd have tried; instead I just took hold of him, cuddled and kissed him. It was his thoughtfulness that did me, not only to do all that he'd done but to then ask if he'd done anything wrong when he saw that I was kind of speechless; he's just so caring, kind and selfless, I don't know it still blows me away.

We had tea, we cuddled up on the sofa and I fell asleep in my baby's arms; I woke up around an hour later with my baby still cuddling me. I woke up to a smile and a kiss, I woke up feeling better, I woke up feeling so loved; I woke up in the arms of the guy I love - my baby he waited for me..............

Trade descriptions act

My baby's been off this weekend whilst I, as ever, have been working - or so it seems, it's only been a fortnight since our last weekend off together, my baby was working last Saturday so we've not really missed a great deal; but still it seems like a long time ago. Whatever, all that matters is that we've seen and continue to see each other almost every night; but still it kind of hurt a little knowing my baby was off and I couldn't spend the days with him, it wasn't envy it was just that I wanted to be with him so much, we adore whiling away our days together - laughing, smiling, kissing, cuddling and holding hands. Gosh I love my baby so much, sometimes the feeling is so bittersweet when we're apart that it hurts..............

I was up early Saturday morning for work whilst my baby was afforded the luxury of a sleep in; and as ever he looked so beautiful and so fragile whilst sleeping soundly - I've honestly never in my life seen a guy look so angelic whilst asleep. I went into the bathroom to get ready for work and upon my return to the bedroom I just stood there in silence watching him; it ripped my heart out, no joke, it's so easy to fall in love when there's a vision of pure beauty asleep in your bed - so very easy xoxoxoxoxoxoxox. I gently kissed him, it was so soft that my baby didn't move a muscle, he was a World away, if there are any benefits to being apart on a Saturday then that was it, to witness my baby at his most fragile. I headed off to work and left it a couple of hours before texting him to tell him just how beautiful he looked whilst sleeping and asked if he remembered me kissing him before I left. He told me he knew then why he woke up so happy, he thought he was dreaming, except it was too good to be a dream; he almost made me cry........

My baby spent the day with Rach, they went into Manchester together to do some shopping and have lunch; it was a beautiful day weather wise for them and the thought of them spending time together made me so happy. They're real good friends, seriously best mates and I appreciate that they don't see each other as much as they used to; but they take such good care of each other it just makes me smile - they're friendship is transparent, it's beautiful. Throughout the day my baby and Rach kept me updated on what they were doing, where they'd been and where they were heading to next. It was obvious they were having such fun and it made me feel that I was a part of it, like I was with them; I told them too - during my lunch break I phoned my baby up for a realtime update, so I could hear his voice and to tell him that I loved him. I thanked them both for brightening my day up with their text updates - it took me away from my work for a while and to a better place.

Late afternoon I received another text, my baby told me he'd bought me a gift; I sent one back to thank him, telling him there was no need and asking what it was. He said there was every need because he saw them and immediately thought of me, he could not pass them by without buying them; but he didn't tell me what he'd bought. I phoned him up, begged and pleaded whilst he teased me rotten until eventually he told me - he'd bought me a pair of shorts; oh my gosh they must be a pair of silky, smooth nylon shorts I enquired. They weren't, they were cotton I was informed, but despite the boring fabric I was assured that I'd love them when I saw them; and as my baby has got impeccably good taste I did not doubt it. Besides he said he couldn't wait to see me in them which made me think that they were a pair of shorts to get horny in; neither of us were wrong..............

To call them a pair of shorts is slightly misleading, so to sell them as a pair of shorts is surely contravening the Trade Description Act because to be a pair of shorts, well they've surely got to consist of some kind of material. And yes they're indeed made of cotton but very little of it, in fact they're the shortest pair of shorts either of us have ever seen in our life; to put it in perspective they're shorter than hot pants. We didn't think you could get any shorter than hot pants without going into underwear territory, but you can, quite evidently you can......

I fully understand why my baby had to buy them for me when he saw them because not only are they horny to wear but they make my baby so horny when I'm wearing them too; they leave very little to imagination. My baby says they're provocative and inviting, he doesn't need an invitation, he's always welcome and I always ensure the welcome is warm........

The closer the better.....

Good evening boys and girls, I trust you're all happy and well? My baby and I are fine, despite the complete lack of posts, we're just fine; I had a restful mind last night, just so relaxed that it didn't even occur to me to blog. I guess, it's been in the reflection of our posts lately - there's been few really funny posts where we trade our humour off one another and turn a seemingly innocent post into something completely different. Instead it's, for the most part, being real heartfelt, romantic, I love my baby and he loves me kind of posts; and we do, we love each other so much - it makes us both happy, relaxed and carefree. That's where the blog's been at because that's where our life is at, I don't know why we explain this to you but we do, perhaps so you can share in our love, maybe a little bit of our love will rub off onto you, we hope so - honestly we do........

Barring the obvious, last night we just cuddled up so close on the sofa and watched television; that's where my mind was lost, that's where I was lost - lost in my baby's warm, safe and loving arms. You know I was literally using him as a pillow, I was lay in between his legs and pretty much resting the rest of my body on his upper body; I just adore being so close to him. We watched television and talked, I'd tilt my head back to look up at my baby and he took such opportunities to kiss me, each time after he kissed me he smiled, and I could have cried; it was beautiful. To see the guy I love so happy and contented, it means so much; I guess that could be selfless love - as long as my baby's happy then so am I, but it's more than that because I'm so happy too, it fills my heart to the brim with love.

We were watching QVC last night, I mean if you couldn't tell we're gay already with being boyfriends, lay in each others arms whilst kissing and cuddling; then watching QVC together would surely do it. Who else watches QVC and has a membership other than housewives and gay-boys? My baby and I have both got memberships, honestly even my baby, although he's never bought anything for himself, he's bought gifts for his Mum and stuff on there. We don't watch it all the time, in fact we hardly ever watch any television but we tuned in at the right time last night. After a while Today's Special Value came on and from my half dreamlike state I suddenly came to life; oh my gosh look at that babes, do you think it's suitable for guys, do you think I need one, will it do a good job? I was asking my baby all sorts of questions, questions he obviously couldn't answer because he had the same amount of knowledge about the product as me - none! My baby dared me to phone through and speak to the presenters live on television so I could get my questions answered; he wanted me to do it so much and said he'd record it if I did, it could have been my sixty seconds of fame - the emphasis on could have been because I chickened out. I became all shy and bashful again................

We watched the presentation and the more I saw of it, the more I wanted it and the more my baby wanted me to have it; so much so that he said he'd buy it for me. It was an epilator....

If nothing else it looked quicker, easier and gave better results than our current method, and as my baby shaves me - it's him doing all the work, we bought one together. I couldn't let my baby pay for it all on his own despite him so kindly offering to, so we split it and paid half each; besides my baby may try it out too. We bought it more for the legs, arms and chest area rather than our intimate areas; as you may have read the last time we shaved my baby shaved my whole body. It was awesome, we both loved the results, my skin was so silky smooth and tactile; to touch and feel my baby's touch against it, it's like nothing else, incredibly horny. My baby's not gone that far yet and allowed me to shave him all over, I say yet because our new epilator may just swing the balance; all we have to do is wait for it to be delivered.

Fingers crossed it will deliver even better, longer lasting results than shaving alone; as soon as it arrives and we try it out we'll let you know. Hopefully it will let my baby and I get closer to each other whilst cuddling, even if it's only by a hairs width, it all counts - the closer together the better.........

Fishy fingers

It's so good to see my baby again, just wonderful to be back in his arms; I just love to be loved, to feel loved, to be kissed, cuddled and held tightly in my baby's arms - I've missed him so much. We were apart Monday and Tuesday with me working late shifts again and there's a common theme emerging when we're apart - I don't sleep well at all when I'm in bed on my own. I don't know why because I've always been a real good sleeper but lately I have noticed it when I'm alone, I can go to bed feeling tired but it takes me a long while to finally fall asleep. When we're together, there's not a problem, I don't know, maybe the bed is more inviting with my baby in it? I don't mean that sexually either, but the bed just feels so much more warm and inviting from my baby's body heat - he's seriously hot stuff; and I love the lack of space when he's in bed next to me, when there's not as much room to stretch out and toss and turn. I love feeling his body close to mine - brushing against each other, our legs intertwined or best of all when he cuddles me so close into him; I can't help but feel so safe and protected, it puts me immediately at ease. Besides I miss my goodnight kisses, I miss those so much, there's so much comfort to be found in a kiss goodnight.............

As you may have noticed I didn't post last night, with working late by the time I'd sorted myself out - got showered, changed and had something to eat the night had gone; I just couldn't find the time. But I did find the time to talk to my baby, we talked for ages on the telephone again, and once again it was about everything and nothing; or truth be told it was a conversation of sweet nothings, gosh how I love our late night telephone conversations when we we're apart and during such times I do tend to become so much more of a hopeless romantic, way more than usual. I mean we said nothing different than if we'd have been together it's just that we only had each other in voices connected by a telephone signal - in my mind it does just paint it as desperately romantic and I guess it influences my mind. Whatever, my baby said last night and has just reconfirmed it now - he said it was beautiful and he loves to listen to me speak without fear from the heart, I'm at my most beautiful then. Oh gosh that's so sweet babes, it's brought a tear to my eye, oh man just give me a minute, that really has hit home.........

I almost cried this morning at work, I was sat having a morning coffee with girlfriend and Gill; and I honestly can't recall what we were talking about - it was still early, but I guess some part of it must have concerned my baby because I said out loud, I love my baby. It was just an outburst of affection for him that came straight from the heart and as I said it I could feel my eyes filling up, it was nothing but the undiluted truth. My baby got offered a job yesterday by my Regional Manager too, it was indirect, but an offer of employment all the same. He came to visit site and whilst we were talking in the office he noticed the photo of my baby on the wall and asked who he was. I told him it was my boyfriend and he asked if he wanted a job with us, I texted my baby after he'd gone to ask him and at first he thought that I was winding him up, when it eventually sank in that it was the truth my baby thought about it for five seconds and then declined the offer. I don't blame him, he's better off where he is, he's treated better, paid better and he loves his job and is very good at it - he makes me very proud, honestly he really does make me proud. To see him all dressed up ready for work - so cute, so handsome and so confident; he not only looks the part but he walks it too and it always strikes me as some kind of contradiction because I look upon him as something so beautiful, fragile and loving. It's not a contradiction at all, it's just the subtle differences between work mode and boyfriend mode, I know him intimately as my boyfriend and the way my baby takes such loving care of me - I can't equate that to anything outside of our relationship. Whatever, he looks so hot when he's dressed for work and I know I've said it before but I'll say it again, I've absolutely no idea why my baby isn't hit on all the time whilst in and around Manchester; he's the best looking guy there, 100% drop dead gorgeous eye candy! Not that I complain about this, far from it boys and girls; and my baby's telling me I'm too kind with my appraisal of him but it's the other way around babes - it's an understatement. It's everybody else's loss and my gain anyway, I appreciate beauty is in the eye of the beholder but still, Manchester must be blind! My baby says it doesn't matter anyway, we've got each other and that's all that really matters; you can be anyone at all personally but when you're together with that special someone nothing else matters. That's nothing but pure poetry, that's beautiful, why does it take me a thousand words to convey what you say in a sentence babes?

Anyway we had an awesome tea tonight, stupidly awesome and it was Dave's fault. I was speaking to Dave yesterday and he told me he was having a kiddies tea that night, it kind of threw me some, a kiddies tea? Like fish fingers, chips and beans - that's a kiddies tea; oh my gosh it hit me straight away, what a top tea; we've not had a tea like that in the longest of times, in fact since my baby and I have been together I don't think we've had such a tea like that. We have now, I was so looking forward to it, ever since my conversation about it yesterday I've been so looking forward to it. I talked to my baby about it last night when we spoke and he was the same, what a top idea; my baby texted me again today about it and a crazy level of excitement surrounded the whole thing. It was so bad my baby texted to tell me not to start tea until he got home so he could help because he wanted to be a part of it; no joke! Not that I minded, despite it being one of the easiest meals in the World to cook, I didn't mind the help; in fact I love it when we cook together in the kitchen. It's just such fun and it's another thing I find so romantic; tonight we had riotous fun - laughing, joking, kissing and cuddling as we went. If the cooking was the fun element then the sitting down to eat was the indulgent element; it was ridiculously tasty - I mean stupidly so, it was so good that it didn't make sense. We eat out in half decent restaurants quite a lot together, we can both cook reasonably well (excuse us we've been in bits here over a typo, absolute hysterics, I misspelt cook as cock - we can both cock reasonably well! I didn't notice it, it was my baby that burst out laughing and he made it much worse by his comments - he said he's got a reasonably good sized cock and I take cock reasonably well; not only that but the reason I didn't notice the typo is because I've got cock on the brain. I replied by saying I hope I physically have cock on the brain soon, the rest was just childish laughter) and we've both got seriously good appetites so why does fish fingers, chips and beans rock our World? The answer - fish fingers and beans in between two slices of bread and butter, it's the food of the gods, enough said!

Everything

As you may have noticed there was no post last night and there was no post for one very good reason, and that's because we were busy and to be perfectly honest I didn't want to spoil the moment. In fact blogging was the last thing on my mind, just about everything escaped my mind last night because everything was just blissful. And I'm not talking about sex either, although we did have sex and that in itself was indeed utterly blissful, you'd all get worried if we weren't having sex - we'd get worried if we weren't having sex. But it wasn't what made the night, it helped but it didn't make it............

It was, as always, the little things that made it - things they may sound silly to anyone outside of our relationship, things that don't really add up to much but their hidden meanings and messages, well, they just mean everything. My baby asked to shave my head last night, my hair needed shaving and I was going to do it myself as I always do and always have done for many years but last night my baby asked if he could do it. Of course I let him and this is going to sound so silly but it was just a beautiful experience, it was honestly so beautiful - I sat there whilst my baby went to work with the clippers. I guess what got me the most was the fact that he took such great care and attention whilst doing it, I was sat in a chair whilst he shaved away, whilst he talked and joked with me throughout - he made a mundane task such fun and so loving. He was talking about whatever came into his mind and I just sat there listening to him going on; my baby seems to talk more when he's either really concentrating on something or when he's totally relaxed and carefree - maybe last night it was both, but whatever it was it was just divine. I was smiling to myself until one point my baby said, this is good fun I think I'll do this for you every week babes, will you let me? I started laughing, not at my baby nor at his question, but it just tickled me; it was just so innocent and twee, right there in that moment everything I love about him just shone through. He was stood behind me but noticed me laughing and without saying another word he craned his neck around my shoulder so we met face to face before asking did I say something funny? So I told my baby I just love to listen to him talking on and that it could only be him that made cutting hair such a fun and loving experience. He smiled, he giggled, he kissed me and he disappeared from view as he continued shaving and talking; once complete he stood back to admire his handy work and I heard him say you look good babes, I love guys with baldy heads. That was it, I was sat there in fits of laughter and I swivelled in my chair to see my baby stood there with the clippers in his hand laughing too - it was the way he said it, you look good babes, I love guys with baldy heads. He grabbed my head from behind and placed a big wet, sloppy kiss right on top of it before he walked round to face me and kissed me properly. It wasn't meant to be a joke he said, I do love guys with baldy heads, I love you and he started giggling to himself again; then he came back for a second kiss, and a third kiss and a............... The kisses led to the bedroom and the bedroom led to sex.......................

Afterwards we shared a piping hot black pepper bubble bath, oh my gosh and it was so hot, my baby tried to get in first - he put a foot in and promptly took it out before bemoaning the fact that it was too hot. I told him to stand aside whilst a real man took the lead, it was the wrong statement in hindsight, I gingerly placed a foot in the bath before removing it at the speed of light a millisecond later whilst screaming like a big girl. My baby began laughing whilst telling me I told you it was hot and said you're so tough babes, we best find a real man because we're just too gay for the job - the bathroom filled to bursting point with the sound of our laughter! Eventually we both managed to slowly get in the bath, it was worth the time and the effort because it was awesomely relaxing to feel the piping hot water soak away any remnants of tension. We washed and scrubbed each other clean, we kissed, we caressed and we messed about blowing bubbles and splashing each other; it was glorious and I know as a matter of the fact that the smile that lit up my baby's face was an exact reflection of mine, just to see my baby smiling, happy and enjoying himself, it's everything.

We dried each other down which was once again a horny experience all on its own before applying black pepper body lotion to each other, which goes beyond horny in both respects. To feel my baby caressing my body with the light, smooth, silky lotion; it doesn't need any further explanation does it? And to feel my hands moist with body lotion caressing his sexy skin, well the same rules apply; we ended up snogging right there in the bathroom, both naked, both horny - we snogged and caressed for ages, absolutely ages, if we'd have gone any further it would have been a waste of time having a bath. Eventually we dressed and retired to the lounge - there were two large glasses of brandy on the coffee table, music softly playing on the stereo and two boyfriends cuddled up on the sofa. It was everything a Sunday night should be, it was everything a loving relationship should be and it was everything I've ever wanted to be........

Fertiliser

I've been so hungry today on two fronts, seriously hungry, it's felt like I've not eaten for days; right throughout the day just hungry - breakfast and dinner didn't cure my hunger pangs, even after both of them I was still hungry. I don't know but maybe we've invented a new diet regime, it's got nothing to do with eating less but everything to do with having a incredibly healthy and active sex life - we're going to call it shag yourself thin and we're sure it'll be way better, more fun and interesting than anything Paul McKenna can do. As a bonus it's a diet regime you can stick to, you aren't going to get bored of it after a couple of weeks (my baby's telling me not to judge others by my own standards here, but to correct him it should surely read - we should not judge others by our own standards, as in have you ever turned down sex with me babes? Do you not enjoy it as much as I do? I've been told that's a silly question and it is, it doesn't require an answer, I know you absolutely love it as much as I do and in vast quantities as I do! Not that we're telling everyone to partake in gay anal sex, we're not judging you by those standards, each to their own and all - if you're straight then, well you're stupid! It's a joke boys and girls, but we honestly don't get the benefits of being straight, it just doesn't register in our minds; then again I guess straight people don't get my baby and I. Oh whatever, I've gone so far off track again....) and it doesn't cost a thing! (I've just remembered the other thing I was going to say regarding judging others, it's surely not a bad thing to say everyone should get loads of sex - as long as it's safe, legal and consensual where's the big deal? I mean it's not judgemental to say every adult enjoys sex surely? And they want as much of it as possible? Maybe it's different for girls, perhaps they don't want as much sex as guys, we don't know; but when two guys are in love, well it's the most natural thing to do most of the time!)

Anyway I was on an early shift at work today although it wasn't as early a finish as my baby, so when I got home my baby was already in and once again he's just took care of me so much. Tea was on the go again and I didn't have to do a thing; once again tea was awesome, we had a fish and chips meal deal thing from Marks & Spencer; a complete meal for two for five pounds. For stuff you just shove in the oven for twenty minutes it was seriously tasty and despite it not being overly healthy it was still healthier than the deep fried alternative from the chip shop. As mentioned I was mega hungry so not only did we have fish, chips and mushy peas but between us we demolished a six pack of barm cakes too, the whole pack gone in one foul swoop. If nothing else our appetites for food are only matched by our appetites for each other (my baby just said he loves that statement, I guess it is kind of sweet, I just wrote it on the fly and didn't pay much attention, but he's right it is sweet and true!) But dear me, hot chips on freshly buttered barm cakes, is there anything else that's so simple but so heavenly? It's no wonder we have no barm cakes left; it did the trick anyway it's cured my hunger pangs, well it's cured both our hunger pangs, for food at least............

The second hunger pang, that's easy to figure out isn't it? I mean we've kind of spelt it out above and hinted about it on here in the past, you've got it right? Well, just in case you've not - I was on my final break at work before heading home and I found myself feeling horny; you can tell when I'm feeling horny because I start touching my cock (that's if I'm alone - I touch my baby's if he's with me, he usually gets the hint that I need shagging) not like wacking one off or anything but just like pressing it and rearranging it through my trousers and stuff (why am I telling you this? My baby's laughing at my attempts to tell you that I don't sit at work wanking all day! What do you do for a living? I'm a full time gay boyfriend and a part time professional wanker. Oh gosh - my baby's down, that's tickled him as that.) So I sent my baby a text message to tell him, amongst other things, that I was feeling horny; but to put a spin on it - the I'm horny baby has been seriously overused, almost to the point of extinction; and as I found myself in a frivolous mood I reinvented the phrase. Instead I told him that my ass needed fertilising, I know it's a cracker, even I was laughing when it popped into my head. Within seconds of sending it my baby phoned me up, I don't know why because he couldn't speak, all I could hear was the sound of him laughing whilst trying to ask me to explain the text message. As plain and as matter of fact as you like I simply said I'm horny - my ass needs fertilising, he began laughing again; and then when I said could you fertilise my ass for me please in a real innocent tone, well I didn't hear him speak for the next couple of minutes. My baby's laughing set me off and when all's said and done we used a phone call just to hear each other laughing, it was a top phone call too, it wasn't a waste at all.

So not only have we invented a new diet today we've also invented a new phrase, one that we can't stop using now and it still makes us laugh; laughter is the best medicine, well perhaps the second best behind getting your ass fertilised............

And this isn't a joke, we've just searched google after finishing the post to find a photo for it and we found the one that now adorns it. Seamungus, it's had us in absolute tatters, I've not written anything for the past five minutes because we've both been eating the carpet - oh my gosh, it contains fish, seaweed and humic acid; so that's where the taste comes from!! My baby's in absolute hysterics, I told you it's true - pump my ass full of seamungus; oh such top quality, just brilliant!

Rules......

sometimes you've just got to break them - I was on a late finish again today and late finishes usually mean a night on my own but tonight I'm not alone, tonight I have company, tonight I have my beautiful boyfriend sat by my side cuddling me whilst I write to you; it's so good, just the best feeling.............

I returned home from work, through the darkness and the rain; and to open the front door and be greeted by my baby, by his smile, by some tender words, a cuddle and a kiss it just, I don't know, he just turns a house into a home. You know, I've had a great day at work today - the weather was mighty fine, I had lots of time out and about to enjoy it, and time pretty much flew by; but still to know I'd be returning home to my baby at the end of it, it just made it so much better. It was like a little fuzzy feeling of excitement inside that grew and grew as my working day came to a close, it was just a wonderful feeling. My baby was showered and changed by the time I got home, he looked and smelt absolutely divine - the heady smell of black pepper body wash and lotion fuelled my senses whenever we got up close and personal, it really is the most wonderful smell. He was dressed down in loungewear but still he just managed to look so sexy, a pair of very light grey Brookhaven fleece track pants and a sky blue t-shirt, they just complimented each other so well and suited my baby so much - he just looked cuter than ever tonight, if that's at all possible. And the track pants oh my gosh, they're kind of slim fitting and fitted, most are kind of loose fitting but these are awesome, they've got like a wide flat waistband and a real straight cut down the leg. As a result they just flaunt what he's got front and back - his cute little butt perfectly framed and to the front, dear oh dear, it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination - just such a beautiful, horny sight; I count my blessings boys and girls - my baby's got the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, even when it's covered by his track pants, it's beautiful. I mean that too and not only because it brings me so much pleasure but because it really is beautiful to look at; but truth be told it does make me so horny, I had urges as soon as I set my eyes upon my baby and his track pants. My urges had to wait...........

I was asked to get showered and changed because my baby was making tea tonight, so whilst I was busy upstairs my baby was busy downstairs. It was whilst I was upstairs lots of little things hit me one after the other, maybe my senses were heightened or something, or perhaps it was because I wasn't used to coming home from a late shift to find my baby home, but whatever it was it was beautiful. To walk into the bedroom and find my baby's clothes already in the laundry basket, to walk into the bathroom and find the shower still wet and the smell of black pepper in the air; there were just little traces of him everywhere and as I stepped into the shower and felt the wetness beneath my feet, where my baby had stood and showered before me, I honestly don't know. I mean I'm used to all these things already, it's nothing new but it did just feel all new and exciting again; a cute and sexy guy, a guy that I love and a guy that loves me, had been here before me and I was walking in his footprints. Whatever caused such feelings doesn't matter all that matters is the fact that it was beautiful, nothing but beautiful. I showered, dried myself off, applied the black pepper body lotion and headed back into the bedroom to get dressed. It was then the final piece of beauty hit me, my baby calling upstairs to ask if I was ready because tea was ready to be served; it was nothing and everything all at once, it blew me away.

Tea was awesome, tremendously awesome - my baby did a fry up, something we very rarely do for anything except breakfast. Bacon, sausage, egg, tomato, mushroom and potato waffles - we can't even remember the last time we had potato waffles; whenever it was it was too long ago because they are fantastic with a fry up, the perfect accompaniment. My baby bought them on a whim, he saw then in Tesco whilst he was shopping for tea and thought hey why not, it was the best call and worth the big kiss and cuddle I gave him. In fact he deserves more than a kiss and a cuddle, way more, he deserves kisses and cuddles all night long; and it's not only for the potato waffles nor for tea as a whole, but for everything he brings. My baby deserves kisses and cuddles just because, no other reason or excuse is needed, it's just because................

The best gift

My baby's just had the best day today boys and girls, he honestly has and we've been texting and talking like mad, at every opportunity; from as soon as I got into work until leaving for home tonight, it was all about him. And so it should be, because as we mentioned last night, today is a very special - it's my baby's birthday and he's had a ball! He tries to book the day off work on his birthday but he was beaten to it this year, he was unable to book a days holiday, but still regardless of the fact that he found himself reluctantly in work, his colleagues more than made up for it. Gosh, they've treated him so well, with each and every text I got or phone call we made, it was just so evident and it meant so much, not only to my baby but to me too. To know he's happy, well and having a good day always means so much, but today in particular, well it meant the World.

The girls within his workplace absolutely love him and despite being gay he's a real ladies man in certain respects, I guess it's because he's so cute, happy and loveable - you just can't help but love him. He texted me to say he's never been kissed by so many girls in his life and it was so bad that it looked like his face was coming out in a rash with all the lipstick marks adorning it. They we're all asking what I'd bought him and he couldn't answer them because he didn't have a clue, all his presents are surprises and we didn't find the time to open them this morning. He's got a mountain of cards and I mean a serious mountain of them and as expected all the ones off his female colleagues are full of love and kisses, he's come home with a birthday cake, a bottle of brandy, aftershave, ties and socks but no pants; I mean he's got his pants on but he didn't get any new ones! Apparently they are all aware that we need no further supplies of pants, our pant collection is legendary and continues to grow - I know I couldn't help it, but it's my baby's birthday! So my baby arrived home laden with gifts and cards, it's a fine job he took the car to work today and didn't travel by train, he'd have struggled big time.

It thrilled me to see him, to know he's thought of so much and I could just tell in his face that he'd really had a brilliant day - it made me so happy to know that my baby was happy. The tales he was telling me when we eventually settled down, he said he couldn't wait to get home to tell me and he was just excited and enthralled by it all, it was magic - just pure and absolute innocence. But the best was yet to come, if I thought he was excited, enthralled and happy before, when he opened one particular gift I bought him, well it reduced me to tears - an absolute flood of tears. I've just never seen anyone so genuinely happy and grateful in my life; and as it happened to be the guy I love it took me straight over the edge; just the look on his face, his words and the broadest smile I've ever seen. It hit me so hard right in the heart and man, I'm crying about it again now just thinking about it - I've seen some beautiful things in my life but that will take some beating.

To round my baby's day off I'm taking him out for a meal tonight, this bit wasn't a surprise, the tables booked, my baby's busying himself in the bathroom, making sure he's clean and presentable then we're out of here. It's rare, if ever, I indulge in what we buy each other for special occasions - I just find that way too personal and private, it's not for public knowledge; but today, the best gift I gave my baby was happiness. Just to see him so happy and know that he's happy with me and I'm an integral part of that happiness; that's just the best gift anyone could ever bestow upon another person. Happy Birthday baby, may all our days be as happy as today - I love you to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

If sex wasn't as good already..........

........... now I get nipples! (Although to be honest I've always had nipples, but it will make sense we promise, just read on)

Here goes the grace, beauty and innocence of the previous posts and we're back on familiar ground, sorry to shatter the illusion boys and girls, were you really expecting us to talk about the weather from hereon in? When we have lots of sex and that sex is earth shatteringly good would you expect us, or anyone else for that matter not to talk about it? Saying all that my baby's just called it and once again he's so true - sex is graceful, beautiful and innocent; it's what comes naturally when two guys are in love. That's a beautiful statement babes, seriously poetic and it appears I may not be the only one who's a hopeless romantic? Would you like to share any further truths with class? Oh bless you babes, although I'm not sharing that, it was meant just for me, oh gosh I feel all girly now, I shouldn't have teased and asked. Then again I should, I love to feel loved. To continue with my baby's thoughts, the innocence of sex is the fact that it comes from a shared bond of love and there's surely no more transparent feeling than love?

Anyway, that's a photo of my nipples above, inclusive of my chest and my midriff; and there'll all super smooth and hair free. I didn't tell you did I? On Sunday my baby shaved me, all of me - arms, legs, stomach, chest, crack and sack; for the first time in the longest time the only hair I've got is on my head, oh and armpits, they'd get seriously sticky and sweaty if you shaved them! He did an awesome job too, my body is seriously smooth and boy does it turn my baby on, it turns me on too, to feel his touch and kiss across my smooth flesh - such an horny feeling! But there's something up with my nipples - they've become super sensitive, no joke; I mean I've always loved having my nipples kissed, sucked, caressed and tweaked during foreplay and sex but lately it's beyond description the pleasure I get from them. We found out by accident on Sunday morning when we indulged in some morning sex at my baby's flat; we tried for it Saturday night but we were too drunk, seriously and it proved we're human after all. I don't think we've ever had a problem having sex after alcohol before but we did, we ended up in bed messing around and that's all it was - messing around, we just ended up fooling with each other and making ourselves giddy with laughter; sex went out of the window. Mind we were particularly drunk, more so than if we'd have gone out partying, I guess it's cheaper and easier to get drunk at home? I think what normally helps when we've been out, there's the fresh air on the way home that clears the head some, gets the blood pumping through the body and eventually it pumps its way South. Hence, we get home and have drunken sex, shag away into the early hours of the morning! Whilst I'm talking about Saturday night, my left shoulder is in bits, seriously it's hurting real bad, even if I just lift my left arm it pains me; I first noticed it Sunday and it's been getting progressively worse since then. We both think I hurt it during our drunkard wrestling match on the sofa that night, after I pinched my baby's cock (I know it's a dirty trick, I never fight fair, I'm gay - which is a poor excuse seeing as though the guy I was wrestling with was my boyfriend which makes him gay too but he was fighting fair! Then again he is the aggressive top in the relationship and I'm the submissive bottom - I don't know what I'm on about either now babes, shall I stop? Okay, I've stopped! Honestly! Sorry, I'm teasing again! Love you baby xoxoxoxoxo) we ended up falling off the sofa and I guess I hurt it then, I didn't feel it at the time, but hey even a submissive gay-boy turns into Superman after a few beers! My baby's disputing this fact, in fact he's telling the truth - this submissive gay-boy turns even more gay after beer. But I've felt it since, I thought injuries were supposed to get better with time and not get worse? Still it could have been worse, I may have injured my legs and been left unable to open them, worst injury in the World or what? You would have been reading about the weather on here all the time then, in fact the weather may have started to make me horny after a while (my baby's laughing at that one, oh gosh, I love it when he laughs.)

So we woke up Sunday morning, slightly hungover and delicate but horny all the same; and as is the case when we're horny, already in bed together and naked we had sex. Now as you all know our sex life is just phenomenal, it's better than good, it leaves us both very much fulfilled and more often than not on another planet; and Sunday was no different. In fact I found it hornier just for the fact that it was in my baby's bed, I don't know why but getting laid in my baby's bed rather than mine just adds an extra dimension, like I said I've no idea why but it always does, each and every time. In fact the last time we switched was in my baby's bed, can you remember that far back babes? (We don't switch that often, why fix something that's not broken?) And I guess that had something to do with it, topping my baby in his own bed, it just makes it more horny in my mind and it was, so I bowed out on a high! Anyway my baby was giving me a real good shagging Sunday morning and we found ourselves in as close to the missionary position as two guys can be. With my baby in between my legs he stopped whilst he was inside me and we kissed before he started to play with my nipples with his fingers and thumbs. Just really gently teasing, caressing and stroking them and it drove me out of my mind, within minutes I was in tatters, gasping for air; and I blew my load in the most frenzied orgasm - it went everywhere. Just the most divine sensation to be so full of my baby whilst my nipples were being teased, it felt like there was electricity coursing through them and it spread throughout my body. We were both suitably impressed afterwards (how gentlemanly - I was suitably impressed by the way you shagged me and brought me to orgasm boyfriend! Oh gosh, just give us both a minute......) but we both put it down to circumstance or a one off or something beyond our control.

But it's not, dear me it's not, because my baby tried it again tonight with exactly the same results, he drove me out of my mind again. Except this time it was better, because (and this may get gross - you have been warned) my baby shagged the arse of me as always but this time he shot his load first, and he shot it deep inside me. So I've still got my baby inside me and he's still hard, I can feel his cum inside me and I'm in the land of bliss; then he starts with the nipple teasing again and I almost lost consciousness. Hand on heart, I swear I blacked out when I orgasmed, if I didn't it sure felt like I did and according to my baby it sure looked like I did, just beyond any kind of explanation anyone could ever hope to offer. Just beyond any kind of pleasure anyone could ever hope for, it was like a full hit of everything I could ever hope for in one go. Anyway, if you're still interested and for those who've read all this and are feeling a little disappointed that there's no weather report - it looks clear and still feels quite mild tonight. Inside I'm still warm and quite wet................

Never let them pass you by

What a perfectly beautiful evening boys and girls; and I truly mean beautiful, like the same way I use the word to describe my baby - it really is that beautiful! The day's been a bit hit and miss weather wise, it was mostly cloudy with just glimpses of sunshine and a cool breeze blowing. However, when I left work and started my walk home the wind had dropped, the sky had cleared and although the sun had kind of set, it was real warm and pleasant; but more than that it was like everything was so still and peaceful. That's what hit me the peacefulness that surrounded me, it made the walk home such a pleasure, it's times like these that I wished I lived slightly further away from work so I could carry on walking some more. I also wished my baby didn't work so far away so he would have been home when I got home, if he did I swear we'd have gone for a walk this evening, it's a beautiful evening for a romantic stroll even if it's just a stroll through the streets of Stockport. Evenings like these should be enjoyed, they're just full of grace and beauty, take someone you love and get out and enjoy it, these days are just so beautiful don't let them pass you by - never let them pass you by. Hopefully there'll be plenty more of these evenings throughout the Summer, long hazy evenings, where we can finish work and my baby and I can get out, about and enjoy them - I'm hopelessly romantic but it really does hit me where it counts, right in the heart and soul. Fuck, I love my baby so much; and I'm sorry for swearing but trust me it needs it to emphasise the fact - I just adore being all cosy and cuddly with him; and he just makes me feel so happy, carefree and loved.

My baby will be home soon, it's bonus time really because I should have been on a late finish and so we probably wouldn't have been together tonight; that said tomorrow is a very special day so we may well have been anyway, so we could wake up together. It doesn't matter anyway, the problem has been negated and I'll be using my time well - I'm cooking properly for my baby and I tonight, nothing overly glamorous just Spaghetti Bolognese, but still. I just love cooking for my baby, I enjoy it so much, I guess it's another way of showing my love for him but it does fill me with a warm, fuzzy feeling whilst I'm busy in the kitchen. And I just get so excited when I hear his key in the door, to know he's home safe and well, when he walks in wearing his shirt and pants with a smile lighting up his face - I swear my eyes take photographs of these moments; they're so simple and so everyday but there's beauty in the simple and the everyday, uninhibited beauty. Those photographs are stored in my mind, so vivid and so colourful; I guess that's one of the reasons why our relationship continues to grow strong because we never take a moment for granted.

Never lose sight of the beauty in the simple and everyday things boys and girls because if you do you'll lose focus on what's important in life, you may lose yourself, you may lose others and you may lose your love. There's beauty everywhere..............

Opportunities

I've been told by my baby tonight, but told off in a good way, probably the best way to get told off in the World, in fact it was just so sweet, oh gosh it was beautiful - the sentiment, the words, the feeling, everything; sometimes I'm just so glad that I do stuff because it turns out to bring even greater results, even when I'm not looking for results from my doings because it's just the truth. You know my beautiful baby boy, you know it's the truth even if you won't admit it because you're way too modest - modesty's a wonderful trait to possess anyway along with being super cute, super sexy, super loving, super caring and an all round super boyfriend; and if you've not guessed it yet I kind of fancy you! That's the biggest understatement in the World boys and girls; sure I fancy him but I fancy him big time, I fancy the pants off him, he makes me so hot; but more than that I love, cherish and adore him to smithereens.

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

But before that (it's the Worlds longest intro to a post and the longest I love you boyfriend eulogy to boot) hasn't today been a wonderful day, a seriously beautiful warm, sunny, Spring day - just gorgeous. Not that I've seen much of it, I mean today of all days to have a day of training on new software in the office, I spent all afternoon from one until six o'clock holed up in my office; I didn't even have time for lunch. The day just passed me by, the weather just passed me by, everything barring a computer screen, some new software and a heaped load of boredom passed me by - you've got absolutely no idea how poor my attention span is boys and girls. I sat there for five hours and I don't think 90% of what I was told even managed to register, I mean if it fails to grab my attention within the first ten minutes or so then that's it, it's doomed. Just ask my baby, how bad I am at watching movies or something that requires me to sit still and concentrate for any length of time, I am so, so bad! Which says even more about my baby, I've never ever got bored of his company, he always grabs my attention span and we always have so much fun when we're together, be it staying in or going out. And the other thing I never have any problems with my attention span is sex; and trust me that can go on for some serious length of time, but I've never ever lost interest in that - that's probably due to being transported to a different World by my baby, he could shag me for days on end and I'd never get bored. I'd probably be sore and wouldn't be able to walk for weeks on end but I wouldn't be bored, never! What am I going on about.............?

So come six o'clock I managed to escape, I escaped the office and I escaped work completely, which was a bit of a bonus because I should have been working until late; but as I'd forgone my lunch and afternoon breaks I decided to claim them back in time owed right there and then. If only the thought had come to me earlier because as I was leaving work I thought oh my gosh my baby could come around now, if he's not made any other plans or already got home and settled in. I grabbed my phone and I'd got three text messages, two missed calls and two voicemail messages - mostly from my baby and a couple from my Mum; I'd not had time to check my phone since 1 o'clock and I'd missed a great deal. My baby's texts were just so sweet - one of them relating to the fact that I was going to get told off, the other asking where I was and why hadn't I replied and his voicemail, well I should have saved it, oh gosh he's such a sweetheart - it cheered me up so much and made me feel so loved all over again. I phoned him back, or I tried to anyway but as is always the way when there's something urgent it went to voicemail; and how I love leaving voicemail, I just go on and on and on for like five minutes or until the voicemail cuts me off.

My baby had been in the shower, he called me back about twenty minutes later and I told him about my day, where I'd been and why I couldn't reply to his texts or calls; I asked him if he wanted to come around due to being able to get off work earlier but it was a missed opportunity. He said he'd love to and he would have jumped at the chance but Rach was due around; they'd made plans to meet up and have tea together which was fair enough, we knew we weren't due to see each other, besides my baby hasn't spent much time with Rach of late and it would have been so unfair to break the date so abruptly. Still, there was some good news to share, I've been able to work my magic and get the early finish tomorrow - I should have been working late's again; so guess where my baby will be tomorrow night? Right here with me, that's where, oh happy days my friends, happy days! Then my baby proceeded to tell me off (which I've edited to its core principle and left out all the lovey stuff) ..........

Why didn't you tell me about the post you did last night? Because it was late. Why didn't you tell me when you texted me this morning? Because I wanted it to be a surprise, why what's up with it? Because I've never read anything so beautiful and if I'd known about it sooner it would have made my day and I would have been able to tell you earlier that I think you're the best boyfriend ever. Like I said it was the best telling off I've ever received in my life, it was just beautiful. It may not have made my baby's day but it sure made his night, it made both our nights. Goodnight xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Three words.........

I've had a great day at work today boys and girls but it really had nothing to do with work, in fact it had everything to do with someone who wasn't with me, well not physically anyway, but he was with me in spirit and in my thoughts all day long - I'm talking about my baby; my beautiful, my sexy, my cute boyfriend. Until meeting him I never thought it was possible to love someone so much, but it is possible and it's beautiful and life affirming. He makes me so gay, and I'm not talking about our sexual antics here, I'm talking about how he makes me feel inside - so loved, so cared for and so cherished but more pointedly how he lets me smother him with love; pure, sickly sweet, hopelessly romantic love. That's me when I'm in love, it's the real me, it's how I communicate my love - so openly, so honestly and so soppily; if we're together it's the kisses, the cuddles, the tender words and moments shared. It's difficult to find a guy that appreciates and enjoys being loved so much and who reciprocates such love in a gay relationship, well I've found it difficult anyway, it's left me blunted in the past - lost and confused. And here's where your illusions get shattered because love is way more important than sex - my baby and I wouldn't enjoy sex so much if it wasn't for the love we share; and it's no irony either, sure we have lots of sex but it's only a reflection of our love for each other, we love each other very much.

But when we're apart all we have to share are the tender words and that's exactly what we've done all day today. I started as soon as I got into work, I sent my baby such a hopelessly romantic text message wishing him a good day and telling him exactly how much I loved him because he was so heavy in my thoughts. It set me up for the day, it left me feeling all fuzzy and warm inside and just so in love - it was in the way I walked and the way I talked, it infiltrated my whole being; such a wonderful feeling. Over the course of the day and the course of our breaks at work we read and replied to each other; and it just kept me on a high throughout right up until my final break by which time my baby was heading home to his flat - work keeps us apart tonight with me being on late shifts. I headed back into my office and just gazed at the photo of my baby on the wall whilst thinking about the texts we'd just exchanged; he's just so beautiful and even though I didn't need a reminder he was there looking back at me. I texted him again to tell him just that - that I'd been gazing at his photo and that he was beautiful, I couldn't help myself besides it was nothing but the truth.

Hence why I'm late posting tonight, I've spoken to my baby for so long on the phone, we didn't have a great deal to say admittedly because we've only been apart just over twelve hours or so but still we talked for so long. But through everything, three words kept on reoccurring; through every text message and on numerous occasions throughout our telephone call the same three words. Three little words that mean nothing on there own but when you put them together and in the right order, well they mean everything...........

How gay?

We stayed in last night, not at my house but at my baby's flat - we were due to meet Rach there, order some pizzas, drink some beers, watch a movie and slouch out on the sofa. I look forward to such nights so much, we all do because we have such great fun together - eating, drinking, talking and laughing; there's always mountains of laughter and it's always so relaxed, just three friends and time it's a wonderful combination. Talking of time, as ever despite our promises we've not seen each other in too long, it's always too long - even my baby hasn't seen her much lately due to spending the majority of time with me; we really should fix that problem, we all said that last night. We said that when we eventually got there anyway..................

We were kind of late in leaving because, well we'd not seen each other for the majority of the day, we missed each other and we were horny. We eventually left at around 8 o'clock and by this time we may not have been horny but we were starving and we still had to get to my baby's and order the food - it was a major drama for the both of us; oh my gosh we're eating late tonight and we're hungry already! Rach was waiting for us when we got there, she had been waiting a while, where've you been she asked, I thought we were meeting at 7? I looked at my baby, my baby looked at me and we both started laughing, silly question she said; don't you guys ever get bored of sex? That was it, my baby and I were in absolute fits of laughter; silly question again she said, I'll take that as a no! Thankfully a smile grew across her face and her smile turned to laughter before she admitted that she should have known better and before she asked for a hug and a kiss and where I'd been for so long. Before I could even answer she stopped me and said on second thoughts I know exactly where you've been for so long - in bed with this cheeky little monkey, whilst pointing at my baby. Cheeky little monkey, I've not heard that saying in ages and truth be told it suits my baby, it had me in fits of laughter again; just the look on my baby's face, like who me? Awesomely funny!

We settled in for the night, ordered the food and cracked open a few beers; and I've said this so many times before but still it was a magical night - I could feel so much love and friendship in the room with us, it blows me away each time. It's a special place amongst special people; my baby's lounge must have soaked up so many good memories, so much happiness and laughter that it's reflected back upon us, it's otherworldly in it's beauty. We ate, the beer flowed and we caught up on what we'd all done since we last saw each other; we watched a movie (Straw Dogs if you're interested, a good movie but it didn't justify the hype - the most notorious film in British history, banned for 30 years or something) but most of all we laughed. After the film had finished we sat around talking some more and as the beer continued to flow my baby and I became silly until we ended up kind of wrestling on the sofa; I managed to pinch my baby's cock and we ended up falling off the sofa, my baby clutching his nether regions and us both in hysterics. Our laughter was cut short by Rach shouting I don't believe it, we both turned around to face her thinking something was wrong, the laughter stopped and my baby asked her what's up? Tell me he's not wearing a thong she said, like what? During the wrestling my track pants must have slipped down or been pulled down revealing the pink triangular flash of silky material of my new string my baby had bought me. She started laughing, you are aren't you, you're wearing a thong? Not exactly it's more a g-string, you shouldn't be looking anyway, I replied; if it wasn't pink and so far up your arse I wouldn't have noticed but as it is I couldn't help it! That's so gay even for you she said, and looking at my baby she said you didn't buy them did you? My baby started laughing, you did didn't you she asked, I don't believe it you're both so gay, I knew it you're both so gay! We ended up in bits, I was literally dying on the floor with laughter and my baby took his revenge for the cock pinching by pulling my track pants down even further to reveal my string in all its glory. I couldn't do a thing about it, I was curled up on the floor hurting so much through laughing, my baby eventually had to help pull my track pants back up and help me to my feet.

So it's finally official we are both so gay which is a good job really taking everything into consideration - it's not often you see two straight guys so in love with each other is it............?

The best laid plans.......

No post since Friday and we've both had the weekend off so what's going on? We've been very busy, stupidly busy in fact and we couldn't find anytime to post anything up here; but now we're back home and on an even keel we'll try our best to fill you in on the best bits from the weekend - we might succeed or we might fail, time will tell boys and girls!

Yesterday was somewhat fractured truth be told - my folks were due down to visit but as of Friday night they couldn't get anyone to look after their cat so it looked like the visit was cancelled. Which was a shame truth be told, I always enjoy seeing and spending time with my folks; normally they come down whilst I'm working so the time we spend is somewhat restricted; so with a weekend off it would have been perfect timing - alas it wasn't to be or was it? With this in mind my baby asked me if I'd like to join him and his Mum on a shopping trip to the Trafford Centre, he was taking her shopping for Mother's Day, to pick up some gifts. My baby had already asked his Mum if she minded me tagging along and she said if it made her son happy then it made her happy; besides she was reliably informed that I have a good eye for womenswear. Which is true, I don't wear it myself - well not anymore anyway, my baby he doesn't like me to be that feminine, he loves me because I'm a guy and he's gay, I mean he wants a guy as a boyfriend and not a guy masquerading as a girl - if he fancied girls he'd be straight; thankfully he's not! Whatever, it was just a phase I went through, it was mostly confined to the bedroom and for a guy that that kind of stuff made horny; I don't miss those days, I've moved on to bigger and better things, I fell in love with the most beautiful guy in the World and there's no comparison xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

But I do love shopping with and for girls; maybe it is my strong feminine side, I don't really know but it really is great fun. Whether it's with my Mum, with girlfriend, with Rach or whoever I have an absolute ball; I've even been known to dish out comments to girls I don't even know. When I'm out shopping with my baby, if we're walking through the ladies section of a store and I see a girl looking at a particularly nice piece of womenswear I'll head on over an tell them, seriously - there's me dragging my baby by the hand to tell some girl that looks lovely you should buy it. If I get a good response I'll go one step further and tell them I think I'l buy it myself have they got my size - whereupon I usually get pushed by my baby and told to move on! But I love choosing clothes and shopping for girls, they seem to have a much wider choice and more colourful prints and fabrics then they do for guys; besides I like to know how girls minds work and I honestly think I share a great deal in common with the opposite sex - I get on so well with straight girls, they're so much better than straight boys but not as good as gay-boys and one gay boy in particular, my super cute and super sexy gay boyfriend - I love you babes xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox. Oh gosh, I'm feeling so gay and so loved, just so loved - there's lots of kisses and cuddles coming my way at the moment; but I do I absolutely love my baby to bits, do you love me babes? I was only messing about honestly, but he does, oh gosh he does - thank you, you're so very sweet and kind...............

So we were getting ready to head out shopping Saturday morning when my Mum phones up, they'd managed to find a cat sitter and she asked if was still okay to come down. There followed a long pause, followed by a can you ring you back in a minute - plans were been rearranged hastily and on the fly. I spoke to my baby and he was fine, he'd take his Mum shopping on his own, he'd sooner have me with them but he understood and appreciated the fact that I don't see my folks that often; I told him to pass on my apologies to his Mum and that I was kind of gutted because I was really looking forward to shopping with Mother and Son, I imagine it would have been serious fun! Just after midday my folks arrived and despite my disappointment of not being able to go shopping with my baby and his Mum, it was fantastic to see them, it more than made up for any disappointment. We had some lunch, talked, joked and laughed before heading into Stockport to do some shopping; whereupon we talked, joked and laughed some more. I also indulged in my girly shopping spree after all, helping my Mum pick a top, a pair of crop pants and a couple of t-shirts; it was fantastic. We sat and had a coffee and I got told off for texting my baby all the time; my Mum asked can't you two ever leave each other alone for five minutes? The answer, well it was self evident - of course not!

We returned home late afternoon and I surprised my Mum with a mountain of Mother's Day presents, much more than she was expecting or knew about, but being a Mum's a difficult job - a job I do not envy. I mean it's hard enough work all on its own but being Mum to a sensitive gay-boy, that just makes it twice as difficult, not that it doesn't have its benefits too - a loving, caring, open hearted son with a keen eye for Women's fashion and a lust for shopping and guys, we share a lot in common and we get on so well as a result. I share a great deal with her, perhaps more than I should, but that's what Mums are for, to tell them everything - even if that includes the fantastic sex life with my baby or the latest sex toys or porn movies we've bought; she hears about it all. Like I said it's a difficult job.............

My baby got home just before six o'clock, seriously spent up but seriously happy - he'd had a great day with his Mum too; and he'd also bought me a present. He bought me some pants, well I say pants but there's hardly anything of them, so to be more specific it was a two pack of Hom strings in the most lightest, softest, silkiest fabric you could ever imagine; and as a result they're just so horny. When I told him there was no need to buy me a gift he said there was - he bought them because he could, because he was thinking of me and because he loves me; he's just the most kindest, thoughtful, loving boyfriend and he almost made me cry again. I asked if his Mum was with him when he bought them - like hang on a minute Mum I'm just buying my boyfriend some sexy, silky string pants; it doesn't happen does it? It does, my baby's Mum was there and he even asked her opinion; hand on heart that's not a joke but then again his Mum is so cool so it shouldn't surprise. Whatever, I thanked my baby for his kind gesture, I thanked him so much it almost threw the plans for Saturday night into disarray..........

The right reasons

What a great day boys and girls - today I've had an absolutely faultless day, it's been absolutely perfect; from the moment I got up to right here and right now - a beautiful day! There's a contradiction already, a break from the norm if you like - from the moment I got up; I mean I'm so not a morning person but today, I don't know why, but I was bright eyed and bushy tailed from the start. The alarm woke us and my baby got up first, he headed into the bathroom to do his morning business whilst I lay in bed listening to him and usually I can doze back off or just lay there staring at the ceiling or something; and sometimes my baby has to wake me again when he's finished. This morning there was none of it, whilst my baby was finishing off I got up, headed downstairs to put the kettle on and upon my return upstairs my baby was just drying himself off from the shower. Oh my gosh what a sight, even at that time of day, my baby's body naked and still slightly damp; now I've seen him naked and we've bathed and showered together on so many occasions but still to see him in such a state of undress turns me on so much. I just stood on the landing watching him in silence, my baby noticed me stood there and asked if I was okay? I told him I was better than okay before telling him he was beautiful, he made me so horny and I'd love to take him back to bed - the smile on my baby's face, well he is nothing short of beautiful. I walked into the bathroom and kissed him whilst my hand went South and caressed him, someones got up feeling horny today my baby said before he slapped my bum cheek and kissed me again. I kid you not all I wanted was to get shagged right there in the bathroom and if time had been on our side it would have happened (I was going to say may have happened but my baby has just said it would have without a doubt - damn work!) Suffice to say as we headed off to work we were both happy, smiling and horny; our goodbye kiss lasted for ages and involved more groping and caressing - my baby's parting words were I love you babes, I can't wait to get home tonight; I couldn't have said it better myself!

My workday went the same way as my early morning; it was perfect and I took it upon myself to indulge in a little harmless flirting with a Police Officer - that's right boys and girls my flirting knows no bounds. He was a new recruit assigned to the Town Centre for five weeks which means the next five weeks of my life I'm blessed with eye candy both in and outside of work; that's if my baby lets me go back to work on Monday morning. He says he's going to phone up work and tell them I can't come in for the next five weeks because I may get arrested for lewd conduct if I do. He's only joking boys and girls, he knows as well as I do that I won't do anything other than look and harmlessly flirt; I wouldn't do a thing to jeopardise our relationship, there's no guy that could ever come close to my baby, no one. But the Police Officer was young and cute and I wasn't the only one who thought so because I had to fight off girlfriend and lock her in the office when he walked through - she was literally ripping the door of it's hinges like a woman possessed! And as he was stood talking to me he was toying with his handcuffs - proper cock tease; and I did perhaps make it too obvious that I thought he was hot. Because when I went for a walk later on it was the talk of the Town Centre, what's this you scared off the new Police Officer this morning was one of the comments - no joke! Whatever, I've got the best boyfriend in the World, Mr Police Officer would be out of luck even if he did want to slap the cuffs on me in a sexually suggestive and aggressive manner; besides we've got our own handcuffs.................

If any more proof was needed how much I love my baby, well it came pretty much out of the blue during my lunch break. I was talking with girlfriend over lunch and we got round to talking about my baby - how kind, caring and thoughtful he is. Girlfriend mentioned the ring he bought me for Valentines Day, told me I've got a good boyfriend and it all became too much for me. I was sat staring at the ring on my finger, thinking of the kind words girlfriend had just spoken and how true they were whilst thinking of my baby; and the tears just welled up in my eyes. I couldn't help it, I came over all emotional and I had to wipe away a tear, truth be told for a moment I thought I wouldn't be able to stop the tears once they started. I wouldn't have cared if I'd have been sat opposite girlfriend in a flood of tears because some guys are worth crying over and sometimes those tears are not of sadness. There's one guy in my life who just makes me so happy and as girlfriend said is so kind, caring and thoughtful amongst many other things - he's my boyfriend, I love him to bits, so much that sometimes it makes me cry for all the right reasons xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Like hand in glove?

References made within this post may not make sense at this moment in time boys and girls; and for those with an eagle eye you may notice there was no post last night but within a couple of hours one may appear. If it does don't worry, you're not going mad; you see we started a post last night and then we got distracted by our inherent horniness - we are so stupidly horny, you've probably already gathered that much but still it's fantastic to be so horny all the time when we're together. We make each other so hot and as last night it's awesome how a simple kiss can lead to full on sex - that's all that happened, my baby gave me a kiss, I didn't let the kiss go so it became a snog, my hand disappeared down my baby's pants and before you know it my arse was getting shagged rotten. It's just fantastic to have tons of sex and top quality sex at that; we could never tire of sex or get enough of it - it's the best experience two boyfriends could ever have - sex, sex, sex - dirty, horny, hard sex. I love to feel my baby inside of me and my baby loves to feel himself inside of me; it's so good we've not switched for months and we have no plans to either - we are so damn happy.

But still I've got to finish last nights post at some point because you have to know about the three way butt blaster and the anal grenade - I bet you all can't wait now I've whet you're appetites! I can hear the questions going through your mind - what's an anal grenade? Stay tuned boys and girls all may be revealed, that's unless you're under the age of consent in which case what are you doing reading this blog? Stop right now or I'll tell your parents! You may not have to worry anyway because if the choice between a blog entry and sex with my baby rears it's head again, the blog's going to lose out, no question! Anyway I'm sure I mentioned in last nights missing post (you see this is turning difficult already) that I so wanted my baby to try his three way butt blaster on me, if I did (and you ever see the post) it's a lie, a total and utter lie. I don't need it, I've not yet tried it but I know I don't need it because there is no way on this earth that it can be any better than the real thing - better than my baby's cock, it has to be impossible. But if I'm proven wrong and it is better then there'll be no more posts on here because there'll be no more me - I'll be dead. Seriously, I don't think I could take any more pleasure than I get from my baby, I don't even think anything more pleasurable has even been invented and even if it has I don't want any part of it - I'm not joking I think it would kill me. Besides I wouldn't trade my baby for anything in the World - if someone offered me, I don't know, a million pounds to leave my baby and never see or speak to him again I wouldn't take it; hand on heart not a chance. Sure the money would set me up for the rest of my life and I'd probably never have to worry about anything ever again; but what's the point in living a life without love? Love brings happiness and contentment, love has no price - it can't be bought or sold, love can't be found everywhere - sometimes it's a long and lonesome search; I'd take my baby everyday of the week without hesitation. I love him to bits, my beautiful boyfriend xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

So, sex last night - there were no butt blasters, anal grenades or any other sex toys involved; it was just my baby and I, skin against skin, lots of foreplay followed by a long, hard shagging and it was spectacular. My baby worked me into a fever, honestly I was convulsing with pleasure whilst getting laid, absolutely in bits - my baby's mentioned on many occasions that he's never seen a guy get so much pleasure with him, a fact I find hard to believe because he is an orgasm machine; he gives me anal orgasms pretty much on demand and they are the most earth shattering orgasms. He mentioned it again last night after we'd finally recovered and in hindsight it honestly makes us both laugh about it because it does absolutely devastate me, I become delirious with pleasure; whatever it turns my baby on even more to see me in such a state and he's learned not to stop and ask if I'm okay - instead he ploughs away even harder and faster.

So we don't know but we guess maybe we're just made for each other both in and out of the bedroom. Sure sex is not everything in a relationship but it's very important for us at least, we both love lots of it and if it's top drawer quality then it does make us want more and more. Perhaps we're just the perfect fit for each other, say like hand in glove or more pointedly cock in bottom............?