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..........