Make love not war

Okay before I start I saw two gay-boys holding hands in Stockport today, I guess they were around about 20 years old, both fashion victims and both kind of looked the same. I mean they had the same hairstyle, both looked to be fake tanned up and they were both wearing almost identical clothes and shoes, seriously they were like identikit boyfriends. They were so alike it's a wonder they got on at all; and before you say perhaps they weren't boyfriends - they might have been brothers, I could just tell they were gay; even before they started holding hands I knew they were gay - my gaydar does work occasionally! Not only that but they were both pretty boys, not my cup of tea but still pretty boys and it was like who's the dominant boyfriend in the relationship? They both looked seriously submissive and I know it's incredibly wrong to judge people, after all I don't know them and it's none of my business anyway but still I couldn't help it. My judgemental side was soon put back in its rightful place because a colleague mentioned my relationship with my boyfriend - my baby's the younger, the shorter and the cuter of the two of us; hence many would think, including my colleague if he didn't know better, that I was the dominant boyfriend and my baby was the submissive one. He was right too, if we're out in the gay village and we get talking to whoever the majority of them think the same - me being dominant and my baby being submissive; it's happened so many times and it always make us laugh so much because it's so far from the truth. My baby often makes it worse by saying, my boyfriend the dominant one - I could never imagine him being all macho and aggressive, the next time he goes to the toilet or the bar just watch how he walks! I guess what I'm trying to say is we should never judge a book by its cover because regardless of what my boyfriend looks like I'm just so not dominant, there's very little male testosterone coursing through my veins! Anyway, watching the two gay-boys holding hands as they walked through Stockport made me smile, it was just so sweet, in fact it was beautiful to witness such tenderness between two guys, it was heart warming and it's a sight very rarely seen in Stockport. If nothing else it was a reminder that we are not alone and yes we see it every time we go to the gay village but to see it in everyday life, amongst the streets of Straightville is a good sign, a sign of better days to come for gay-boys and girls everywhere. They reminded me so much of my baby and I because we hold hands, kiss and cuddle pretty much wherever we go; and we both know how that feels inside - it's a beautiful feeling to show your love, so I hope it makes whoever sees us doing the same when were out and about smile.

Onto the main event, on Saturday whilst shopping we bought some new sex toys, or more pointedly we bought each other a new sex toy - it was my baby's idea. You see with our first anniversary as boyfriends imminent and amongst both our birthdays and valentines day we initially decided not to bother buying each other gifts. We'd planned to go out for a meal and party to celebrate and we both thought that was more than enough, that was until we found ourselves in the sex shop. We just went in for a nosey, we had nothing in mind to buy and to be honest we were going to check out the DVD section for any new porn movies. That was when my baby said we should buy each other an alternative anniversary gift, we should choose a sex toy for each other; my initial thought was how disgusting (I've just got shoved for that one because it's such a lie and been told to try again - this time incorporating the truth.) My initial thought was what an awesome idea followed by further thoughts of how lucky how I am to have such a horny, dirty boyfriend and why didn't I think of that idea; without any further hesitation I was diving into the toy section to find something suitable. I bought my baby a three way butt blast (don't they come up with some awesome names for sex toys?) which looks like this.......

It's basically an anal vibrator specifically designed to stimulate the P-spot (the male G-spot which incidentally you'll find up your bum, hence why being submissive in a gay relationship is so earth shattering) the main body of the vibrator is inserted in the recipients bum, the claw underneath stimulates the balls during insertion and the upright claw on top stimulates the spread bum cheeks. I guess that's where the name three way butt blast originates because it stimulates three separate areas at once, there's also a vibrator in the tip and the base for maximum blast off and the base of the main body is ridged for further stimulation. Incidentally why do sex shops charge a fortune for batteries? And why are they so secretive? Because the guy didn't even ask us if we wanted batteries, he just added them to the order and didn't even tell us the price; he didn't tell us because they're a rip off - I declined the offer, I said we've got lots of batteries already because we've got lots of sex toys thank you very much!

I tried it out on my baby last night, I didn't need to ask if it was any good, trust us the butt blast is the correct description. I butt blasted my baby whilst I was giving him head, it was so horny to raise and lower the speed and gently twist and turn it whilst it was inside of him. I don't think I've ever heard him orgasm so wildly before, seriously he was out of his mind with pleasure for at least ten minutes before he eventually shot his load and when he did he almost groaned the house down. It made me so hot, I was stupidly horny just watching him in the throes of sheer ecstasy and there was no chance of him warning me that he was about to cum and I had no choice in the matter of whether I wanted to swallow or not. He exploded and well, he almost shot the back of my throat out he came so powerfully, there was no chance of spitting because it had already disappeared, not that I minded and nor did I complain. It's definitely a toy that I'll be trying myself and one that I want my baby to use whilst we're having sex, with orgasms like that I may drown in my baby's semen, I know I'm gross - sorry!

My baby's choice of sex toy caused some debate whilst in the sex shop, we didn't argue - we rarely do, but we debated. Well it wasn't really a debate to be honest because we were both in fits of laughter, initially I thought my baby was joking but he wasn't and we had each other in bits. My baby was like, I really want to buy this for you and I was like, there's no way on earth that it'll fit inside of me; to which my baby replied I bet it would. I played the antagonist (a polite term for drama queen) by asking if he really thought I was that much of a slut and so loose that I could take it? You've had lots of experience and we've got plenty of lube was his reply, a very polite reply considering; but it was just the look on his face, now I don't know how this works considering we were stood in a sex shop choosing each other a sex toy, but he looked so cute and innocent, and when he gave me a kiss and said please in such a sweet voice what could I do? He bought me an anal grenade............

Which is kind of like the biggest, meanest looking butt plug we've ever seen! Now the thing with butt plugs is the girth of it - that's the be all and all because that's it's job and I hope you can tell from the photo that this has indeed got some serious girth; it's beyond huge. Not only that but it's made from solid rubber and so has no flexibility to it - if it goes in it goes in as is; and it's got deep ridges cut into it so it resembles a grenade, hence the name, and those ridges are going to make the rites of passage (that's a quality statement considering, oh gosh that's funny) stimulating to say the least. To be honest it kind of scared me, enthralled me and made me horny all at the same time; it just made my baby horny he so wanted to work my hole with it. So after I finished butt blasting and blowing my baby last night he proceeded with his attempts to make the grenade fit, I was seriously horny anyway after finishing with my baby and maybe that helped but still at the risk of sounding like a complete whore..................

My baby was right, the anal grenade, by some miracle did indeed fit inside of me! But in my defence it took some time, plenty of lube and a truck load of trust; truth be told it was worth the effort (and I'm going to sound like a complete whore now) and I'm so glad my baby talked me into allowing him to buy it because I've never felt so full in my entire life. I've never taken anything so big in my entire life, but dear me it was so horny, I felt like I was going to explode it stretched me to the limit; and man did it make my baby horny to see me taking it all - I can't even repeat what he said! Going in is one thing but coming out - I now know what it's like to give birth, no joke; OH MY GOSH I thought my bum would never look, feel or work the same again. I didn't need my baby to tell me what it looked like, I mean I could feel what it had done to me without touching it; it was like the awesome post sex feeling after I've just been shagged rotten when I know I've had it long and hard - it's a beautiful feeling; (I'm trying so hard not to overelaborate here boys and girls - and my baby's laughing at my futile efforts but trust me I'm doing well here) this was like the same feeling multiplied infinitely and my baby told me anyway. My baby let me recover some whilst marvelling at the sight and the second time it went in a whole lot easier, thankfully there was no third time.................

Thankfully, the whole experience had gotten my baby so worked up that he recovered from his earlier butt blasting and was ready to go again; thankfully the third time solid rubber was replaced by solid flesh and muscle. I was so gagging it for it and man did I get it!