Tomorrow

Good evening boys and girls, I'm so happy to report today has been a much better day - a much, much better day; and I'm happiest for my baby because he's the one that always helps me through, be it through good or bad times and whether he's with me or not he always helps. So today is for him, the smiles and the happiness I've felt inside are all because of and for him; it's been a great day, much more like normal, regardless of the late shift and regardless of the fact that my baby and I are apart again as a result, I'm happy, my baby's happy, we're both happy.

It's shown too, my baby and I have been flirting all day by text, we've made each other laugh so much. I've learned that my baby likes my bed more than his own because he doesn't need to do any laundry - honestly my baby sent me that; and then he made amends by sending another text with the real reason why he likes my bed more than his, ending it by saying the more washing of bed linen the better. You may guess the rest, although it doesn't take much guessing and I know exactly what he means; the next text had me in absolute bits - he said his colleagues were pleading with me not to work late shifts any more because they've noticed he's been walking around gingerly today. Apparently my baby has a bad back from all the extra weight he's been carrying because he's that full and they haven't been emptied since Monday - in other words the lack of sex and the build up of cum as a result. This I could quite well believe because he does produce a lot, oh my gosh litres of the stuff and I replied by saying I hope it's true because I couldn't wait to feel him dump the mother of all loads in me tomorrow night. Damn, how I love his cum, in me or on me, I absolutely adore it - it's so beautiful, so loving and so dirty all at the same time; I look upon it as a sign of our love because that's what it is, you may think what you want but I honestly do believe it's such a loving experience wherever it lands!

We've missed each other and we're both so horny as a result; that's it in a nutshell and those nuts are going to be cracked open tomorrow boys and girls, you can put your mortgage, your life savings and even your life on that - it's such a certainty. Just one more day of work and that's it, the weekend starts, I've got a buzzing inside; tomorrows going to be a great day regardless of whatever happens, it could be the crappiest day known to man and I won't care, I've got one eye firmly on the weekend and nothing is going to dampen my spirits from here on in. I got paid yesterday, my baby gets paid tomorrow; we'll have time, we'll have nothing to get in the way and we'll have each other, there's nothing in this World that can stop us from having fun. Not even the weather, the forecast is terrible, it's going to rain, it's going to turn colder and when I spoke to my baby earlier he said it's the best possible weather for the weekend, which kind of threw me admittedly. Until he explained that it's the perfect excuse for him to cuddle up close to me even more, so we can keep each other warm; and you know what? I can live with that, I can live with that so happily - so bring on the rain and bring on the cold because it brings lots and lots of cuddles, I've missed my cuddles so much.

I was in Marks & Spencer's this afternoon, stocking up on provisions for the weekend, the fridge has looked so empty this week but tonight it's looking full again. Shopping for two is so much more fun than shopping for one, shopping for my baby and I makes me smile, how I enjoyed carrying the shopping bags home this evening................

Without saying anything at all

Late shifts lived up to their reputation today, I don't know why but it always seems whenever I work late shifts my days are always haunted, someone or something always spoils my day. It's like their cursed or something, if being apart from my baby isn't bad enough then there's a double whammy, it's beyond any kind of circumstance, it always happens; and I guess I should be used to it by now as a result but I'm not, I mean my baby has had a positive effect on my life because I do think more positively these days, I always try to think the best; besides who likes to have their day fractured?

It was going so well too, the morning and early afternoon sauntered along in smiles and happy thoughts; then come late afternoon the day hit a brick wall - nothing major admittedly but enough to throw me off track. Enough to blight my day, enough to wipe the smile from my face for a while and enough to have to phone my baby up for some comfort and support. My baby's so kind and helpful, I was feeling kind of upset but he never takes umbrage with me, he always gives me time and helps to put my mind at ease. I don't know but he just knows me, he knows I get upset easily and more often than not it's small, silly things that do it; he knows I need lots of care and attention, and yet he still loves me regardless. That's a very big marker to judge by, it says many things without saying anything at all..............

We just talked and talked, all the while drifting away from work and drifting towards a different, more happier place. My baby told me how he cooked for Rach last night, I sent him a text yesterday evening telling him not to waste such a glorious evening and he didn't; he spent it with Rach and by the sound of it they had a ball, as always they don't see each other as often as they should; man we don't see each other as often as we should. I spoke to them both tonight and we talked about it, as we always do - we never get together enough; we always talk about it but I don't know it just doesn't happen as often as we'd like. We've got a couple of weekends off together coming up, we're going to put that right at some stage; it's going to happen, all three of us promised. Rach cooked for my baby tonight, she returned the favour, I think my baby is one of the most loved and well looked after guys; and he deserves it, he never, ever takes such for granted and well, he loves and takes such good care of those close to him too. My heart smiled when my baby talked so vividly of their evening together, he paints pictures with his words, it was like I was with them and I could hear the sunshine in his voice. Rach loves my baby's flowers, he showed her the photos I've been sending to him for the past two nights; Rach is jealous of him too because a guy hasn't bought her flowers in the longest time, a fact my baby was only too willing to play upon; he's a mischievous boyfriend at times, I've no idea where he gets it from!

I was in Boots just before lunch, just before my day went kind of wrong and I noticed some of the photo frames were on sale and also on buy one get one free. I picked up four mock brown leather frames and when I got home I did something I've been promising myself I'd do for the longest time. I framed up four of the best photos of my baby and I; two for me and two for my baby, I printed some off a while ago and it was always at the back of the mind, today I got around to it. They look gorgeous all framed up, we look gorgeous all framed up - it was a secret I'd been keeping from my baby, a secret until tonight, I was planning to keep it as a surprise until my baby was back with me but I couldn't help myself, I had to let him know. He can't wait to see them and he can't wait to show Rach; memories, our memories captured and framed forever. It's funny what you remember, it's funny what you can't forget..............

Moon falling

I was hurting today boys and girls not in a physical sense but in an emotional sense, you see I started my late shifts today and remain on them for the rest of the week; and as comes with working late it means my baby and I are apart, and we'll probably remain that way until Friday, until weekend. I know at the very least I've got something to work towards, something to look forward to because we'll have all weekend together and to be honest I was doing so well.......

Late starts usually make me grouchy, not only because I know my baby and I will be apart, but also because by the time I get to work everyone else is in and the day's in full swing; there's normally no time for me to ease gently into the day, I need to ease gently into the day regardless of the time, I'm very, very delicate at that time! This morning though was cool, I had the time to ease gently into the swing of things and to find my feet, I couldn't believe my luck to be honest and it saw me in a good mood for the majority of the day. I say majority because my working day didn't end in the same vain unfortunately, no one upset me and nothing went wrong, in fact I wasn't really upset at all but I was hurting inside. You see come late afternoon the weather brightened up a treat, the clouds cleared, the sun shone and it really did get rather warm - it was a beautiful late afternoon, come early evening. I headed upstairs for my final break, at a time I'd have been heading home if I was on early's and it was then it hit me and I just couldn't get the thoughts out of my head. It was such a beautiful evening and there I was stuck in work, away from my baby; the things we could have done if I'd have been going home - it was a perfect evening to spend with my baby, a perfect evening for a stroll together or even just sat out in the garden together. It hurt, I kid you not it hurt so much, for a while I kind of despised my job for keeping my baby and I apart, for watching an evening so beautiful waste away and yes, it made me emotional.

I phoned my baby up, he'd just finished for the day and was making his way home; I told him not to waste the evening as it was so beautiful, I told him I loved him so much and that I missed him terribly. He kind of knew, sorry - he just knew that there was something wrong so I just told him whilst apologising at the same time, I didn't want to make him feel bad or anything, not that it's his fault that I found myself stuck in work. My baby he just understands me so well, even when silly things flip my world for good or bad; he understands, he empathises, he puts my mind at ease and he thinks so positively. My baby had me smiling and laughing come the end of the conversation, he helps me, no matter how silly I am, he takes my hand, picks me up and cheers me up; he also reminded me to send him a photo of his flowers...........

My baby asked me last night to send him a photo of his flowers each day we're apart, so he could see how they're progressing and so he didn't miss them; it hit me hard when he asked me, I just thought it was such a beautiful sentiment - he absolutely adores them. He made me promise to look after them, water them (which I've done tonight baby) and I've even talked to them - I told them not to worry or miss my baby too much because he'll be back to look after them in no time. I owe it to my baby, it's what he would do, so I'm doing exactly the same; besides I want them to be as healthy and happy when my baby's back with me - they make him smile, I always want to see my baby smiling.

Talking of last night we sat outside in the garden until late again, it appears the best parts of the day weather wise of late are evening into night where it brightens up and warms up before fading into a mild night. It just felt so special probably because we both knew it was our last night together for a while and more than ever we savoured every moment; in particular I became real kind of emotional in a good way - I needed lots of hugs and kisses, I got lots of hugs and kisses and they made me go all girly. We sat drinking Brandy and watched a low moon, so bold and so bright crawl across the sky; it looked so big and so close. I told my baby it looked too heavy for the sky, like it would fall to the ground and it someways it did - it painted the ground in a ghostly light. Our evenings are filled with such magic, it's no wonder I miss them and they're not even remotely the same when I find myself alone. I miss the magic and I miss my baby because it's my baby that brings such times alive; I love to feel alive, I love to feel loved and I love my baby so much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Nighttime dreamtime

My baby and I were working yesterday - me because I had to and my baby by choice, you read it correctly my baby worked out of choice; a beautifully warm and sunny Saturday and we were both stuck in work. I was working all day and my baby worked until 2 o'clock so at least he had the afternoon free to enjoy the weather. I feel for my baby when the weather's good because he's stuck inside in the office all day; he can see how beautiful the day is but barring his breaks he can't get out and enjoy the weather, yesterday was no different. To be honest I felt a little guilty because my baby should have been off all this weekend, hence he could have been out enjoying the sunshine yesterday instead of being stuck in the office; but he managed to swap with one of his colleagues so he could get next weekend off because I'm off next weekend so we could be together. He's a sweetheart and I appreciate it benefits us both but still, my baby's so thoughtful, he swapped his weekend sift so we could be together, I don't know, it's just so selfless and it's the best news ever. In fact we've been talking about this tonight, I was working again today by the way, but when I got home my baby reminded me there's only five days to go before it's weekend again where we'll have it all to ourselves, to enjoy together. He's so positive and he thinks such beautiful thoughts that it's impossible not to feel great when I'm with him; I was happy anyway when I got home this evening but he just made me happier.

Back to yesterday, a wonderfully warm and sunny day, it was just divine and it faded into a beautiful evening too; my baby met me on the way home from work, this time it was planned, he let me know by text. I was a couple of minutes late getting away last night and as I got to Wellington Street I found my baby waiting for me on the opposite side of the road; waiting with a smile, a kiss and a cuddle. Oh gosh he's such eye candy, he was wearing a pair of shorts and a polo shirt, and he just looked divine - so cute, so cheeky, so summery and so gorgeous; as soon as I saw him my face lit up and my heart skipped a beat, as soon as I was in his arms my heart just melted. I love walking with my baby, wherever we go or find ourselves, even if it is just walking home from work together; just having someone so special to share my thoughts with, to share my day with and I find it so utterly romantic that my baby meets me from work and walks me safely home - once he takes hold of my hand he doesn't let go, I never want him to let go...............

As we walked back home we talked about heading out for a few beers later in the night, it was a beautiful evening for it but as it would have been in Straightville we decided against it, we really couldn't be bothered acting straight! So we took a detour to the corner shop and picked up some beers after deciding to stay in and stay gay! Once home I got washed and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and returned downstairs to find my baby had made some coffee and was sat outside in the garden waiting for me. We sat, talked, held hands and I could feel myself unwinding and relaxing; I could literally feel it as it was happening, not that I'd had a stressful day but still I could feel it. The late evening sun, the blue sky, the warmth, the birds busily flying and singing, not to mention the sexy boyfriend sat next to me holding my hand and keeping me entertained; everything came together and filled my heart and soul with joy.

We headed inside to make tea, I'd picked up Spaghetti Margarita from Marks & Spencer and we had it with a mixed leaf salad and a warm ciabatta. It wasn't exactly the most difficult tea in the World to cook but it was the most fun; we were both busy in the kitchen - laughing, joking and generally fooling around with the occasional bit of cooking, oh gosh we had such fun. Tea itself was awesome, the spaghetti dish was delicious - so simple yet so tasty and the mixed leaf salad and the ciabatta were the perfect side dishes for it; in fact it was the perfect dish for the evening because it tasted like Summer. The past couple of nights, once the sun has gone down, it's gone rather chilly but last night it remained warm throughout; after tea we went and sat outside again and that's where we remained. There was one point just as dusk descended when you could feel the heat of the day rising up from the ground, my baby and I were sat there and I could just feel it. I turned to my baby and asked if he'd noticed it, if he could feel the heat radiating around us despite the night closing in; we kind of sat in silence for a few minutes and just immersed ourselves in the moment. My baby broke the silence and said it was magical; and it was, it was nothing if not magical, it's a beautiful phenomenon to feel the heat of the day rising back up out of the earth.

We sat out until around 11 o'clock - we drank some beers and ended up snuggled so close together looking up at the sky; looking up at the moon as it traversed in and out of the clouds. I was thinking out loud, thinking of how the beauty of nature always blows me away, when I said to my baby, we're so lucky to be alive and I'm so lucky to be able to share these moments with someone like you, it's like a dream that doesn't end. I felt my baby's grip on my hand tighten followed by a kiss on my cheek, I turned to see him smiling and I knew I wasn't wrong..........

No words

My baby's flowers finally succumb this morning; my baby got up and got ready first - the alarm went off at stupid o'clock and we spent the first ten minutes thereafter coming around from a sleepy haze. I love that time of morning, despite the fact that I'm such a bad morning person, I honestly love that sleepy hazy feeling of lying awake in bed next to my baby; it's so quiet, peaceful and it just feels like I'm coming back into the World from another planet. My appreciation of how beautiful my baby is is at it's peak at that time of day too, it's kind of like I'd forgotten just how beautiful he is after a sleep and it's like waking up to the first morning together every morning. My heart skips a beat when I turn to see my baby next to me in bed and he is so unbelievably cute when he's just woken up; oh gosh he's stupidly cute and his sleepy smile is to die for. My baby leaned over and kissed me so softly and the sparks just ignited inside; oh gosh I told him his kisses were wonderful and I asked him ever so politely for some more, my baby kissed me again and again, I could have stayed there all day kissing my baby but work intervened quite rudely! As my baby was getting ready in the bathroom the last memory of last night before I fell to sleep came back to mind; I was lay on my side curled in the foetal position and my baby was on his side lay right up into my back with his hand stretched out over me. We were so close and I felt so safe and secure; we couldn't have been any closer and I could feel certain parts of his body pressed into me. It was the last thing I remembered, I must have slept well because I don't remember anything else until the alarm clock went off; it's no wonder I slept well........

My baby returned from the bathroom as naked as the day he was born, it was such a sight that I literally jumped out of bed in one motion and headed over to give him a kiss, a cuddle and a grope before allowing him to get ready in peace whilst I took over in the bathroom. By the time I'd finished and got ready, the bed was made and my baby was downstairs making coffee and pouring the cereal - he looks after me so much and my baby's disagreeing here saying it's me that looks after him most of the time. But he is such a kind and considerate soul, and so thoughtful, nothing's any trouble for him and he doesn't expect any praise for anything he does; he's as beautiful on the inside as he is on the outside. Have I told you recently that I love you baby? Oh gosh, I've gone all shy and bashful again; my baby makes me all giddy at times, oh I don't know but it's a nice feeling, sometimes I feel so innocent; and as my baby's just said it's such a good feeling to have - it's so true.

After we'd finished breakfast my baby went into the lounge to open the curtains allowing the morning light to pour in and, as always, he went to check on his flowers and what remained of them were in a poor state. They'd lasted nigh on three weeks which we both said was nothing short of a miracle and they had brought so much colour and joy to our lives, my baby's in particular - gosh how he loved and cared for them, and how I loved to watch him; they were worth every single penny and then some. I didn't say anything to him as we headed out for work but it was always at the back of my mind from that moment on until I found myself in Marks & Spencer getting my lunch; until I found myself perusing through the flower section and walking out with lunch and two bunches of tulips............

This time I got home way before my baby, as I normally do on a weekday, and so had plenty of time to hide the tulips; the old flowers were still in the vase, so it appeared like nothing had changed. To be honest I had to fight myself from telling him at lunch time, I was sat eating my lunch and replying to a text my baby had sent me; and I was so excited that I'd bought him some more flowers that I wanted to tell him straightaway - I'm terrible at keeping things a secret, particularly if I know such secrets will bring so much happiness. My baby got home from work and I was trying my best to leave the surprise until he'd got washed, changed and settled down but it was killing me, somehow I managed to do it but only just. As soon as my baby returned downstairs I let it slip, I said I hope you don't mind but I bought you something today, before opening the back door and grabbing the flowers I'd placed out of view outside. Now I wasn't feeling sentimental and it was never in the plan for me to cry but as soon as my baby set his eyes on the flowers; one huge smile grew across his face - a smile so beautiful, that meant so much to me and connected straight to my heart, that, well the tears welled up in my eyes and began rolling down my cheeks.

Lots of hugs, kisses and kind words later my baby managed to dry my tears and then started to unwrap his flowers. I just sat in the kitchen watching him and as ever he was so careful with them - he washed the vase out, filled it up with fresh water, added the liquid food, trimmed the tulips down and took so much time arranging them. All the while he was talking out loud, saying how beautiful they were and talking to the flowers as he placed them in the vase; I just couldn't help but smile and feel so happy, it was so beautiful to watch. Eventually my baby finished, picked the vase up and asked me what I thought of his display; sometimes there are no words to describe such beauty.............

Sing your life

Good evening boys and girls, we're kind of late tonight checking in because we're late doing everything; we got sidetracked and took some time out for ourselves, it wasn't planned and we think the best things in life are often unplanned. Take my baby and me for example, a perfect example actually - neither of us we're looking for a boyfriend when we met, both of us for entirely different reasons, we were both looking to get laid, no strings sex that's all. It was a simple proposition, it worked and that's all it was; there was no denying I thought my baby was utterly cute but it was just sex. Yet here we are, way over a year down the line, together, in love, boyfriends; we just kind of fell into it to be honest, it wasn't planned and I think if it even was maybe it wouldn't have worked out as well as it has done. We don't know and more importantly we don't care because all that matters is the fact that somehow it did happen, it worked, continues to work and we're both so very happy as a result. How about another example? Say an off the cuff decision to go for a walk on a sunny evening after work.............

Upon my return home from work I got washed and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt; I made a coffee and sat outside in the back garden soaking up the evening sunshine - it was a beautiful end to a beautiful day, or so I thought. The silence was interrupted by my baby ringing me with a strange question; he asked if I'd started tea yet? Strange question indeed I told him, but I'd not started tea and I enquired as to why. He told me he really hadn't gotten much of a chance to get out of his office and enjoy the weather today and with it being such a wonderful evening he asked if I'd like to go out for a walk when he got home. I became all girly and enquired if he was asking me out on a date; the answer? Yes, he wanted to take his boyfriend out for a walk with him; oh gosh what else can a gay-boy do but say yes, so that's what I said, it was all I was going to say all along - an evening out with the cutest and sexiest guy I know, I'd have been foolish to say anything else. Besides it was a beautiful evening and as the regular readers may remember I posted on here not so long ago about how I couldn't wait for the long Summer evenings when we could get home from work and do exactly what we did tonight - head out for a walk together. It's not exactly Summer yet admittedly, but it's near enough.

I got so excited at the prospect, oh gosh I really did, I finished my coffee, headed upstairs to change into a pair of more respectable shorts (don't ask!), grabbed a shirt, my trainers and waited for my baby to get home. It seemed like I was waiting ages for my baby, time seemed to be going in slow motion and I found myself heading out into the back garden to smoke yet another cigarette. In reality he got home slightly earlier than normal, we kissed and cuddled before my baby headed upstairs to get washed and changed; he returned downstairs in a shorts and light jumper combo; and he looked awesome, no joke my baby looked like a million dollars. He took about ten minutes but looked so gorgeous, like he'd spent hours getting the exact perfect look, it suited him so well, it suited the evening so well and I couldn't help but tell him that he looked absolutely divine and I was so proud that he was my boyfriend. Some guys are just born so cute that no matter what they wear they still look beautiful - my baby he's one of those guys, gosh I love him so xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Now I thought we'd just be heading for a stroll around Stockport, head out and go wherever it took us; you see my baby didn't actually specify where we'd be going, so when he grabbed his car keys when were both ready to go I was admittedly confused. Not that I said anything because I didn't have to say anything due to the fact that my baby noticed straight off and asked me what was up. My baby wanted to take me to Woodbank Park for a walk, that's what was up, that was his master plan and did I mind? Not for one second, it was an even better surprise, such a good surprise that I grabbed him and gave him a big kiss and cuddle - any excuse I know but the only excuse I need to kiss and cuddle my baby is because I love him to bits and he's my sweetheart. It was a wonderful evening, walking hand in hand in the late evening sun, talking, laughing, joking and just having fun. Doing something we both love to do, taking time out for ourselves, for our own enjoyment, with no distractions; there was nothing else on our minds except the moment at hand. It's the most perfect way to unwind after a day at work; my baby called it and I guess it means more to him as he's cooped up in an office for the majority of the day and so misses such glorious weather. My baby said it was such a relief and it made such a difference - an hour or so ago he was escaping the confines of the office and fighting his way through the streets of Manchester. There he was dressed down in a pair of shorts, holding my hand and feeling a million miles away from the madness he had just escaped; and it showed, it showed in both of us, we were just so relaxed, carefree and happy.

We sat on the grass and watched the sun disappear, watched two dogs playing with each other and watched the birds flying by so freely above us. A distinct chill permeated the air once the sun disappeared so I cuddled up close to my baby; I commented on the birds flying by so freely above us, I told my baby that's probably why birds sing - because they're happy and free to go wherever they want. I told him they reminded me of us, my baby smiled and kissed me; he makes my heart sing.................

Birds

My baby and I have both had a wonderful day today, we've both been working and despite nothing of note really making it special, we've both had a great day. My baby texted me during his lunch break, a text I didn't pick up until way late because, well I was late getting my lunch; but I could just tell he was having a great day. Despite the fact that he stated the fact, I could just tell from the nature of his text - it was so sunny and happy, more than my baby normally is if that's possible. Even if I wasn't having such a good day to know my baby was having a great day would have cheered me up regardless, but I was, I was having a busy but a great day. The hours were flying by, my baby was in my thoughts and as a result such thoughts were beautiful; to be honest despite it being a great day I couldn't wait for it to end so I could get home and wait for my baby. It was just a warm fuzzy feeling that stayed with me through the day, I missed my baby today, I missed him in a good way; like I wasn't pining for him or miserable with it, it was just an I couldn't wait to be back with him feeling. My baby's beautiful, I love him to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

I texted my baby back over lunch and I just let it all go, I told him how much I'd been thinking of him, how cute and sexy he is, and how much I love him; it just needed to be said because it was exactly how I was feeling. I finished the text with a hope that it made him smile because I like to see him happy, it brightens up my World. It did and my baby did, he replied late afternoon and oh gosh, I just find it so lovely to know that my love has a heart and a home; and that's it's so readily received and appreciated. If the day wasn't good enough my baby managed to get out and about for lunch and he took his colleague Fiona on a date; he took her for lunch bless him. He told me all about it when he got home and once again I could just tell from the way he was talking about it that it meant so much, he's so transparent - all the beauty in him just comes pouring out; it's such a wonderful trait and he's such a sweetheart. Amongst other things they talked about us, our relationship, and as I've already said, my love has a heart and a home. I managed to spend some time with girlfriend today, we've both been so busy that we've hardly seen each other; thankfully I got to spend ten minutes catching up with her, it was way not enough time, but as always it was just so good to see her and share a laugh and a joke. I got cuddles from my replacement girlfriend H today - it's okay boys and girls I'm not cheating, girlfriend asked H to look after me when she left and she does; she always checks to make sure I'm okay. This afternoon I just fancied a cuddle so I asked H and she agreed, she gives nice cuddles bless her, I love cuddles...................

I've had lots more cuddles and kisses tonight; I couldn't wait for my baby to get home and as soon as he walked through the door I told him I needed a cuddle. He cuddled me so close into his body, his arms wrapped safely around me and I just snuggled my head into his shoulder as I felt his kiss upon my cheek. I just needed it, I needed my baby's love; for every right reason I felt so fragile and so defenceless; I needed the comfort and security of my baby's arms - it was blissful. Whilst having tea my baby noticed through the kitchen window that there were loads of birds in the back garden; seriously there were way more than normal. After we'd finished I made some coffee and we sat on the back step, it was a pleasant evening but it was kind of chilly and not exactly sitting out weather. Regardless of the fact we managed to sit together on the back step, it was a tight squeeze but we managed it and didn't mind it because it meant we could cuddle up even closer and keep each other warm. We sat, we kissed, cuddled and drank coffee whilst watching all the birds come and go; there were so many and they were so busy - they kept us entertained for so long. I rested my hand on my baby's thigh and he placed his hand on mine, his fingers intertwined between mine; it's been a great day................

So beautiful.........

......... it made me cry.

My baby's just been tending to his flowers, as he does every night when we're together - each night without fail he takes a couple of minutes to check them, to pick out any dead ones, to rearrange them, to top up the water and to stand back and look at them. They've done incredibly well, he's had them over a fortnight and their longevity has surprised us both; but I guess when you lavish them with love, care and attention - as my baby does, it must help, they've been very happy flowers. As a further guess, this is also where my baby and I differ because I do like to look at them, they are beautiful and they brighten the house up but for me that's pretty much it, I don't really get involved in them beyond that; or I didn't until this evening. My baby, well he's the one who shows a true caring interest in them, he gets involved and gives them his time; and that's not just because they were a gift from me, he does it because that's the kind of guy he is, that's his nature. He treats them like, I don't know, but like they're more than flowers; he treats them like he would treat me or any other of his friends - like he treats any other living thing I guess. He doesn't know he's doing it and there's nothing wrong in it at all but he does treat them like they've got feelings, like they can appreciate the care and love he gives them - I guess they can, I'm certain they can.

They took a bad hit today, there were three or four flowers that had succumb and were far from looking their best. I was watching my baby as he went out about his evening ritual and when he noticed the dead flowers and began picking them out he was saying out loud, oh we've got a dead one babes, oh no here's another one too. He was stating fact, he wasn't getting emotional over it, unlike me; for some reason it just hit me - the flowers were fading away and dying; such beauty and it's never meant to last. I started to feel real upset, not only for my baby as his flowers declined in numbers but for the flowers themselves, after a couple of weeks of them brightening our lives up, we had to witness their decline. I appreciate it's a silly and an over sentimental train of thought but I couldn't help myself, it just hit me out of nowhere whilst watching my baby. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as my baby continued to pull out the remaining dead flowers and once complete he rearranged the remaining good ones within the vase. And then he started to talk to them, it was just the most beautiful moment I've ever witnessed, he was talking to them like they could hear and understand him - like he'd talk to me; just the purest sentiment I've ever seen. He talked to the flowers still in the vase and then thanked the dead flowers in his hand for bringing us so much colour and beauty; and the tears just rolled down my face - not just one or two, there were floods of tears..............

My baby turned around to face me and well, there I was, in a state of emotional abandonment; he rushed on over to comfort me whilst asking me what was wrong but I couldn't talk. He cuddled and kissed me whilst helping to dry my tears and pleading with me to tell him what was wrong. When I regained some self composure I told him there was nothing wrong, it was in fact quite the opposite; it was his caring, loving nature - so effortless, open and all encompassing that blew me completely away. My baby thought it was a compliment but it wasn't, it was nothing but the truth; a truth so beautiful it made me cry. For you baby, you make me feel like your flowers - so loved and so cared for; and just like your flowers you're beautiful. With love xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Perfect beginning

Er, hello, is there anybody still out there......?

Yes we know, it's been a while and we post like mad for months on end and then there's nothing, we go quiet, we disappear for a while and people think we've split as a result; no joke we were inundated with emails asking if everything's alright. Inundated is a slight exaggeration to be honest - here I am your drama queen, it doesn't translate well on here but trust us it's funny in person; you see you sing it to the tune of Rocket Queen by Guns n Roses - here I am your drama queen, I may be a little young but honey I ain't naive; you get the gist right? And as my baby has just reminded me a joke is not that funny when you have to explain it; and yes perhaps I shouldn't have even mentioned it in the first place either and I promise I'll stop with this train of thought baby, well soon anyway. You see the lyric doesn't reflect me personally, you see I am young and I am naive but it's close enough or something like that! Excuse me it appears someone has said something funny, my baby's laughing at something here, what's so funny Mr cutey boyfriend? I may have stretched the truth slightly with the young claim, are we happy now? Oh and the naive claim too, gosh you're such a spoil sport baby but I'll forgive you; still you're only halfway there baby, and why are we having a conversation via blogger? We're sat next to each other, in the same room and on the same sofa; I know that because my baby keeps giving me kisses and occasionally his hands wander, just like that - OH MY GOSH, right on cue, you'll have it turning into a cue if you don't stop baby! I've just retorted your claim to be naive baby, young - yes, naive - NO; I know the things you can do, dear me you do them well, I thank my lucky stars you're not naive baby, you make me see stars. I could go on, oh my last night was just immense, in the echelons of gay sex there was nothing like last night, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I mean we have awesome sex, stupidly fantastic but last night, I honestly can't even explain it; except for the fact that afterwards we couldn't move for at least ten minutes, no joke, we were lay on the bed breathless, exhausted, exasperated - we couldn't have moved if our lives had depended on it. When my baby regained his senses he asked me if I enjoyed it, it's a good job I was still lay down because the question had me in fits of laughter, I was in absolute tatters at his comic genius; just the funniest question ever asked. It was that good it kept me laughing throughout last night and today, each time I thought about it or when it drifted into my mind I had a little giggle to myself; if people were watching me walk round at work today they must have thought I was crazy laughing away to myself. There's another story from yesterday which I must get around to telling at some point, once again my baby had me in absolute fits of laughter - he's been on some serious form lately, he makes me laugh so much.

So where were we? I was working today whilst my baby had a day off, once again it was so difficult to leave him in bed and get up to go to work this morning; it was the last thing I wanted to do, gosh he looks so cute and fragile whilst he's sleeping - it honestly melts my heart; you're the most beautiful boyfriend in the World baby, damn I love you so much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox. It does boys and girls; and I'm sorry to go on but I just write as if I'm thinking aloud, I can't help it; he's so gorgeous, the most beautiful guy I could ever hope to wake up next to in a morning. Anyway my day at work was a slow, lifeless affair and I feel so much better for it, there was no complaining about boredom today because work's been so full on this week that I was glad of the lack of activity. I had lots of time to myself, lots of time to relax, lots of time to text and talk to my baby, and lots of time to enjoy the weather. Not that the weather was the best today, it was kind of overcast and slightly cooler as a result; but it was dry and come late afternoon the wind died down and it felt warm again. It was pleasant, real nice and as the clock ticked on towards home time those pleasant feelings grew and grew.

By the time I found myself walking home, I was where I wanted to be, super chilled out; and the walk home was beautiful too, the streets and the roads were quiet and it did feel like a lazy Sunday evening - so peaceful and calming. I was stood at the crossing on Wellington Street waiting for the odd car that was around to pass and as I started walking across the road I noticed a guy walk around the corner, I looked, looked away and then it registered or I think it did; I had to look again to make sure. I was right, dressed in a pair of fleece shorts - a very well fitting pair of fleece shorts and a t-shirt; looking so Summery, so sexy and with a smile to match was my baby. I could feel a smile grow across my face and I just starting laughing inanely as I negated the road and found myself safe in my baby's arms. Oh my gosh just the best surprise, my baby had come to meet me from work and walk me home, a fact that was quite obvious but it didn't stop me from asking him the stupidest question, what are you doing here? Yes, I know...............

Such a sweet gesture, oh my such a sweetheart; we walked round the corner away from the main road and we stopped for a kiss which kind of turned into a snog and my hands kind of found there way to the front of my baby's shorts. I couldn't keep my hands off, it was impossible, it was the first thing that struck me when I saw him wearing them - they do fit him so well! We walked the rest of the way home hand in hand, talking and sharing our respective days with each other; it was just beautiful. It wasn't the perfect ending to the day, it was better than that, it was the perfect beginning to the evening; an evening that's only just begun.

Far

Oh gosh what a day boys and girls and I don't use that statement positively, not that anything bad happened but still it wasn't exactly ideal. It was just one of those days where I couldn't escape the office or my desk, one of those days where the whole World and his dog wanted everything from me at the same time and as a result one of those days where I couldn't find any time or space. It's the time and space that does me every time, I mean I appreciate the fact that by the very nature of work it can be busy and get hectic at times, and I can live with that - that's where I really earn my money. But I do need time and space, if I don't I feel restricted and weighted down, and I abhor feeling restricted - it upsets me; I'm a free-spirited guy in many respects, if nothing else it's one the traits of being an Aquarian and for me that trait is so true. But I'm not that much of a free-spirit..............

Come late afternoon I felt exhausted, not from my workload but from the restrictiveness of the day, I couldn't even think straight (no pun intended boys and girls!) and my mind was just messed up. Truth be told it dragged me down some and it did upset me; and I got to thinking why do the bad days always come around when my baby and I are apart? That's right my baby and I apart tonight for the first time in a long while, late finishes boy and girls, late finishes! Not that I complain, I mean when all's said and done my baby and I are very fortunate because we see each other so often, we almost live together these days; besides my baby needs to go check on his flat occasionally and make sure it's still standing. He needs to see his friends too, particularly Rach, my baby misses Rach when they've been apart for a while which is more than understandable - they're the best of friends. It fills my heart with love, when my baby and Rach get together after spending any length of time apart the next time Rach phones me she always says my baby can't stop talking about what we've been up to together since the last time they saw each other. Despite the fact they speak or text every other day or so, and I speak to Rach at least once a week, so she knows what we've been up to anyway; my baby gives her a full run down in person. I just think it's such a beautiful trait my baby possesses, it's so twee and just lovely, seriously lovely; as I said it fills my heart with a love so warm - my baby is such a sweetheart xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

So I got to thinking why do such bad days strike when my baby and I are apart? But do they? I mean perhaps it's the fact that when I know I'll be going home to my baby then such bad days don't feel that bad at all. Because I know come the end of it I'll see my baby's smile and eyes, feel his warmth and touch and have his caring love - it's a major reason to forget all the worries and smile. Tonight I didn't have that luxury, not in person anyway but my baby was only a phone call away; and that's where I've been for the past forty odd minutes - talking to my baby. Gosh he's cheered me up so much, not that I really went on about nor complained over my bad day, I kept the drama queen touch firmly aside. I just talked and talked, it's all I needed - a friendly and understanding ear, an outlet, a place where I could just talk without hesitation or without even thinking. And to hear my baby's voice, even if we can't be together, it helps so much, it's such a comfort; it closes down the distance that parts us and puts me at ease. My baby on the other hand had enjoyed a mighty fine day and he shared the highlights with me; and I could feel the sunshine in his voice, it comes through all the time and it's a joyous experience. It's like I can see the tales he's telling in my mind, he brings everything to life and it shines so brightly and so vividly - my baby often says I do that with this blog and through my poetry, and he says it's a gift. I don't doubt him for one second but he does the exact same thing just through speaking and talking, through his descriptions of the day and thats more than a gift. My baby he's much more than a gift..............

Towards the end of our conversation my baby began giggling to himself, straight out of the blue he just started off giggling. When I asked him what was up he told me he just thought it was so funny - through the first few months after we became boyfriends he was always encouraging me not to bottle stuff up inside and to phone him whenever I needed to get something out of my mind. Occasionally I still do fall foul of myself but my baby knows me so well now that he just steps in and interrupts the process when he sees the signs. He said all the effort he initially put in hadn't gone to waste - admittedly I was very hard work; and it just made him so happy to know that there I was phoning him up to talk to him even when I'd had a difficult day. He wasn't laughing at me, he was laughing at how far we'd come; after we hung up I found myself smiling again, I'm not that much of a free sprit, we've come very far...........

Painted blue

Good evening boys and girls, where've you all been? It's been so long and we used to be such good friends but now you don't post for days on end, what's up with you? I don't know what I'm on about either, my baby's looking at me puzzled which means he's no idea what I'm going on about and as my baby understands me better than I do (no joke) well, what is going on? I'm just being mischievous, that's all, just putting a spin on the fact that we've not posted since Friday and laying blame elsewhere whilst I'm at it. Not that there's any blame to lay, why lay blame when it's much more fun to get laid myself by Mr cute and sexy boyfriend? Gosh he knows how to shag, he knows how to make a guy delirious with pleasure and all that pleasure belongs to me; along with everything else because there is everything else..........

You know when you're looking forward to something so much, say for example a weekend off together, and you hype it up so much that sometimes it doesn't live up to those expectations because such expectations are impossibly high? It's fair to say we were both in that boat with the weekend looming down upon us, we were both so stupidly excited and we had big ideas about what we wanted to get up to and how much fun we'd have together, basically because it had been so long. Those expectations were exceeded, we kid you not, it was the most beautiful weekend you could dare to imagine; and I say you because we dared not imagine it would be so good. It was staggeringly beautiful, from start to finish - as soon as my baby got home Friday evening to us leaving for work this morning; just beyond any kind of belief. I don't think I've ever been so happy, carefree and in love in my life, just so relaxed and that was part of the problem, part of the reason why there's been no posts. Blogging was the last thing on my mind, to be honest it didn't even register, nothing registered barring me, my baby and the sunshine; and I appreciate many things may be lost on here as a result, many wonderful memories will not see the light but they're safe regardless, safe in mine and my baby's heart and soul, and that is all that truly matters - time spent together making memories to cherish, memories that will stay with us for a long, long time.............

My baby's just given me a big hug and an even bigger kiss for that last sentence; he said it's so true and it's kept him smiling all day at work, just thinking back to the last two days spent together - I know how you feel baby, it's etched into us, days like those are impossible to forget for every right reason. I hope we look back upon them when we're sat together during the cold, dark nights of Winter, they'll provide the light and the warmth, Summer may have faded away by then but it will be forever Summer in our hearts; nothing can take that away from us, nothing at all. Life is a wondrous thing boys and girls, you should always try to live each day like it matters because it does, it matters so very much; and when you find someone to share those days, it just gets better and it matters even more. Hand on heart that is nothing but the truth and I'm starting to get somewhat emotional now but it just fills my heart and soul with everything that's good in life, there are so many things that are good, just so many.........

Saturday morning we woke to bright sunshine and blue skies, we had breakfast and then sat out in the garden drinking coffee; it was so warm and it was so blissful. We sat, relaxed, talked, laughed and joked whilst waking up fully; I love that hazy early morning feeling, I absolutely adore it. It's like our brains haven't fully engaged properly and we're kind of running on memory or something, it's difficult to explain, but it did strike me so hard and true Saturday morning. It's like our words and actions are just said and done without thinking, and there's such a purity and innocence about them; and my baby made me feel like a child again, just laughing because things were funny, saying things because they were so true and loving because there was a guy sat next to me that I could do nothing but love. It was such a beautiful moment in time and it was a precursor to what would follow.

We went shopping into Manchester both dressed in shorts and t-shirts; it was the most beautiful day, it was seriously busy but it didn't matter. Walking around feeling my baby's hand in mine, the blue skies above us, the sun and its warmth shining down upon us; oh gosh I don't think we ever stopped smiling - each time I looked at my baby his face was aglow with a brilliant smile, just the cutest, cheekiest, sunniest smile. It was impossible not to kiss his happy face, and we kissed and kissed, and our smiles grew broader, it was blissful. We spent obscene amounts of money in Fatface, we had a serious blowout but they've got an awesome range of clothing at the moment, the best we've seen in there in a long time. I bought a blueberry and pink striped polo shirt, a pair of bright blue canvas trainers and a striped belt but my baby outdid me to some tune. He bought a green and blue bold check short sleeved shirt, an orange check hooded shirt and a pair of grey with green side stripe fleece track pants; everything and I mean everything we bought is beautiful, and was worth every single penny. I so wanted the track pants my baby bought but I resisted temptation, I've got so many pairs or I did have until we went into size. Where I saw a pair of Adidas Originals shiny blue/green with red stripes track pants, I just knew as soon as I saw them, resistance was futile, so I now have another pair to add to my collection. Talking of adding to our collection we bought some new pants too, and we know we've got so many pairs of pants, too many to be honest but we've never seen pants like them before. We kid you not the most beautiful pants the World has ever seen, they literally took our breath away, they're from the new limited edition Hom range and dear me I can't even describe them to you because it wouldn't do them justice; photo's will follow at some stage. We had a late lunch at Pizza Express we shared garlic bread, tomato and mozzarella salad and a spicy sausage pizza; we sat outside with shopping bags strewn around our feet watching the World go by. Manchester came alive around us, we sat, ate lunch - often feeding each other, and the sunshine just transformed her, more than ever Manchester felt very cosmopolitan with a real European chic and swagger, it's amazing what the sun can do and it was beautiful to be a part of it. We we're in love with the day, with the surroundings and with each other; we could feel it and it showed......

My baby wore his new hooded shirt Saturday night, gosh he looked so gorgeous; the night saw us back in Manchester, in the gay village and at Spirit to be precise. Spirit because they've got a roof terrace where you can sit outside and chill out; and that's exactly what we did. It was magical, as the night closed in and cooled down we sat, talked and kissed; at one point I got lost gazing into my baby's eyes in complete silence. I was completely and utterly gone until my baby offered a penny for my thoughts, I didn't take a penny but I told him my thoughts; oh my I'm such a hopeless romantic. I even asked my baby for a dance, it was getting a bit chilly outside so I asked him formally if he'd like to accompany me inside and perhaps dance with me if he didn't mind; and then for some unknown reason I became a little bashful and shy. I don't know I just came over all coy, it was kind of silly to be honest and my baby picked up on it straight away but he didn't mock me; instead he said it was beautiful and gave me a kiss and a cuddle. And just in case you're wondering my baby took up the offer of dancing with me - we danced, it took away the chill and made the night into morning. A rather cool morning, we certainly felt it when we eventually departed, so much so that we had to cuddle up real close to keep each other warm, so close that despite the alcohol consumption it became apparent that it had not affected our ability or desire to get horny with each other; but not enough alcohol consumption to go about such business in the back streets, we waited until we got home, we're nothing if not classy (for a change)! My baby pulled his hood up on the way home and did the funniest and drunkest ET impression ever seen, it was absolutely hilarious and I kid you not I collapsed on the floor through laughing so much, I was in bits. You could pay a million pounds and see every comedian in the World but I promise you would never witness anything so funny as my baby doing a drunk ET impression; it was beyond funny.

A late and rather hazy Sunday morning found us making sandwiches and packing pork pies, crisps and drinks (of the non alcoholic variety) before we headed out to Lyme Park for a picnic. It was my baby's idea as we once again took coffee out in the garden after breakfast; it was a beautiful day for it - a day made for a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and a picnic in the park. It was the perfect wind down after a day and a long night of indulgence, time more than ever just for us, of laying back in the grass and staring up. Everywhere we looked it was painted blue.............

Scream

Today of all days it should have been a day of winding down, slipping out of work mode and slipping into weekend off with my cute and sexy boyfriend mode; the passing of one phase into another, of thoughts of my baby, me, sunshine and lots of time to spend together. It's no secret we've been looking forward to this weekend, it's pretty much been in all our posts during this week and just when you get to the finishing line, and think you're home and dry, you get a day that didn't go as intended.

It was another beautiful day weather wise, absolutely awesome, a day to be out and about, to be daydreaming of my baby under the warmth of the sun. Instead my day was stupidly busy, and I mean stupidly so - just as I'm in wind down mode the whole World and his dog wants something from me. I kid you not, I hardly had a minute to myself all day, I hardly got anytime to go out and enjoy the sunshine, and most importantly I missed my baby's texts and phone calls. That upset me the most, it hurt, I adore our little text exchanges and phone calls through the day and over lunch and break times but my day was so messed up that I pretty much missed them all; and I did miss them, I missed them so much and I missed my baby so much as a result.

I went out for lunch today with girlfriend and H - even that was way later than planned, we should have gone out at 1.30 but we eventually got out at 2.15; that's how bad it was. I was in such a rush that I forgot my phone and I so needed to speak to or text my baby that well, I really wasn't on the best form ever over lunch. It was wonderful to see girlfriend and H, and spend some time with them - girlfriend even paid for lunch, how rich is she? Or was until she paid for lunch! But it couldn't save my day, I was a bit distant and irksome regardless, I think it may showed some, I don't know? I mean work comes in between my baby and I a great deal already, it's been four weeks since we've enjoyed a weekend off together, but it's a bit much when I can't find five or ten minutes in my day to speak to him or exchange texts; it did upset me. I got back to my office after lunch and my baby had called, he'd texted and left a beautiful voicemail - he'd been out for lunch enjoying the sunshine and I could hear the sunshine in his voice, no joke; even if I had no idea what the weather was like, I could just tell his part of the World was sunny. It's amazing what some good weather can do, and my baby was having a much better day than I was, and he was counting down the hours and minutes until home time. It cheered me up and pissed me off all at the same time - it was so comforting to hear my baby's voice and know he was having a great day but I should have been there to speak to him, to share that moment because that moment had, by that time, gone.

Anyway, it's over now and my baby is on his way to me; there's only good times ahead boys and girls, I've been through the wringer some today but it's been worth it just to get to this point - waiting for my baby and waiting for the weekend to begin. There's beers cooling in the fridge and I just want to kick back, relax into my baby's arms and forget everything; tomorrows a new day with a new set of happy memories just waiting to be made, it's a wonderful thought and it's come just at the right time. I just want to feel like a normal couple again, as two guys in love should do - spending some quality time together without anything else getting in the way; it's been a long time coming and sometimes the frustration just makes me want to scream. Right now though there's only one thing I want to scream and if I scream loudly enough I think my baby might just here me, it can't come quickly enough.........

So close.....

........we can almost touch it! Good evening boys and girls, you find us both so excited tonight, in fact we've been excited about it all day; we've been like two little boys waiting for the sweet shop to open. Honestly, it's entered into all our conversations and texts, as the hours passed by we became almost giddy with each other, the texts got sillier and sillier and I became more and more mischievous; a fact not only my baby can account for but girlfriend too. That's right it was the wrong time to be a busy girlfriend and have a mischievous boyfriend with your number; gosh I am naughty at times. I showed my baby the texts when he got home, even he was kind of shocked, I say kind of because he was laughing away at the same time too; it was funny from my point of view at the very least! I don't know what girlfriend thinks, she's not been in contact since my barrage of ill timed texts, perhaps that tells its own story................

Anyway the reason we've been and continue to be so excited is the fact that the weekend is almost upon us, just one more day of work to go and then we're free - my baby, me and a whole weekend to spend together. To share fun, laughter, hugs, kisses and whatever else we can find to fill our time; one thing's for sure the time will be filled - we've so much catching up to do. Despite seeing each other almost every night it's been four weeks since we've spent a full weekend together, four weeks since we've been shopping together, four weeks since we've been partying and not had to curb ourselves or worry about getting up for work the next morning, four weeks is a damn long time. It's too long, it's stupid - work has a great deal to answer for, but we've made our way through happy, well and most importantly together; if nothing else with all those hours of work under our belts and no real time to spend it, well we're guaranteed a good time now. The shackles will soon be off and we'll be let loose; and we talked about this last night, we've missed spending days together so much, even if those days are spent doing nothing more than walking around Manchester together - which we'll probably do, they're just so special when we're together. It transforms the day and you all know how much we love holding hands; and that's the crux of the matter, we've missed holding each others hand. Although it isn't as simple as that, holding hands just symbolises everything else - the love, the companionship, the friendship, the safety and the security; oh man I'm getting all emotional now, I didn't mean to but I can't help it, I can't help but miss days spent with my baby.

Hence our excitement and we're not going to apologise because it's well and truly justified, well and truly deserved; we act like silly schoolboys occasionally and act like silly lovesick schoolboys all the time. It's great you should all try it, there's no need to keep such feelings inside so go out and tell the World, scream at the top of your voice, I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND!

Twice

If yesterday was good then today is even better, or to be more precise this evening - what an unbelievably beautiful evening; it's just absolutely stunning. We are so blessed, just blessed to be alive, to be a human being, to be able to witness, to be a part of and hopefully to appreciate evenings like these; they're beyond beautiful. The skies are a perfect shade of unbroken blue, the sun is shining, it's relatively mild as a result and it just makes my heart sing.

I couldn't believe it when I left work to head home because the day's been slightly hit and miss weather wise but the evening has more than made up for it. There's always a relief to be heading home from work anyway but when I'm walking home on an evening like this it's all the better. If knowing I'd be with my baby again tonight is not enough on its own, to feel the sunshine on my body and the blue sky above me, well it's bonus time in the feel good factor stakes. It does make you feel better, I honestly could feel myself winding down as I walked home, I thought I was pretty relaxed anyway but if there was any negativity in my body it was well and truly banished by the time I made it to my front door - I could have floated inside when I got there.

About halfway home I figured my baby should just be finishing work himself, so I phoned him up before he started the journey back home, my timing was perfect. He kept me company for the remainder of my walk and I just talked and talked to him, which is unusual because my baby is normally the one who inspires conversation; he didn't really get much of a chance but when he did he made it count. I mean I can go on some and go around the houses to get to what I really want to say, I guess it's similar to this blog, I get easily sidetracked or I just let my mind and spirit wander free to find its own way back home. So what I say in hundreds of words my baby condenses into a sentence; not that he can't talk for England but if there's something specific he wants to say he just says it; it was no different this evening and it's always beautiful, as beautiful as the weather.........

My baby got so excited when I told him what we were having for tea, I was going to keep it a surprise until he got home but I just couldn't help myself. I bought some fresh beef burgers from Marks & Spencer - the weather yesterday afternoon inspired me, it just made me associate the mildness and the promise of Spring with beef burgers; don't ask me why because I can't explain it, I just do. Anyway, I told my baby we were having cheese burgers topped with battered onion rings and a side of chips; the news went down well! Oh gosh, he really did get excited about it, so much that he began giggling to himself and it was about the only time throughout our conversation that I kept quiet. I stopped walking and just listened to him, listened to the joyful sound of my baby so happy and a smile grew across my face, I could feel it growing, it was the most beautiful feeling.

It took me twice as long to walk home this evening, not that I minded, in fact I enjoyed every second of it. With the sun shining down from a sky of blue whilst talking to the guy I adore on the phone, knowing he was so happy and knowing he would be with me soon, well what is there to be anything but grateful for? There's nothing boys and girls, absolutely nothing - it's a good time to be alive and it's a good time to be in love; life may never be perfect but on an evening like this it could be as close as ever.

For my boyfriend xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Springtime

Good evening boys and girls, I trust you're all happy and well; me? Well, I'm just fine thank you for asking but I find myself alone, oh my gosh no baby, but fear not because it's only for the fact that I'm posting early - he's not back from work yet but he'll be here soon, he's just texted to tell me he's on his way and to tell me other things too, he's the sweetest boyfriend, just the best; and I, I love him so much..............

I've had a fabulous day today and that's why I'm on here already, I just cannot contain it to myself; it really has been wonderful and it's made me feel so alive and so happy. To be honest I don't know why because nothing out of the ordinary has happened, in truth it's been a run of the mill day but still there was something that just elevated it. Maybe it's the fact that the weekend is closing in fast on us, neither my baby or I can wait, it's been four weeks since we've had a weekend off together and the weather forecast for the weekend is looking awesome for us; it appears the sun is going to shine and it's going to warm up nicely. It may have been a long time coming but if the weather is correct we sure know how to pick the right time to be off together; how I hope the sun shines, it will make everything just perfect I'm sure.

The weather this afternoon was great too, after a cool, overcast, windy morning the day brightened up - it was hardly sunny but the wind dropped and it warmed up a treat as a result; it felt wonderful, I was feeling wonderful anyway but it made me feel even better. It was a feeling echoed by my baby - he phoned me as he was finishing his lunch and caught me as I was starting mine; he'd got out of the office during his break as he often does when it's nice and he just thought he'd share the moment with me. It was a beautiful sentiment, so heartwarmingly beautiful, to just share the moment with me and he wished that I was there with him because such moments are better shared together; it hit home, damn it hit home, I'm so glad I left the canteen when he called me............

I bought a vase today to put my baby's flowers in; they look lovely in the presentation box but they look too cramped up - my baby and I talked about it last night, so I took it upon myself to rectify the matter. My baby loves his flowers, every night since he always takes time out to check upon them, to touch, smell and look at them; I just sit back and watch him quietly, it's the most gentle, caring, loving sight I've ever seen, honestly. Which is no surprise to be honest, it's just a reflection of my baby - he's so gentle, caring and loving; but it really does fill my heart with love to know that the flowers mean so much to him. He always comments on them afterwards - saying how beautiful they are, they always make him smile, he always thanks me for buying them for him and he always kisses me; it nearly always brings me close to tears, I don't know, it's just so translucent and so pure. As soon as I got home from work I took the flowers from the presentation box, trimmed them and placed them in the new vase; and they do look lovely and it shows them off better. They're all good and ready for when my baby gets home, I'm sure he'll love them even more now they've got a proper home; and I'm sure he'll check to make sure they're all happy in their new home too.

I've put away my autumn spice potpourri this evening too; with it feeling like spring both inside my heart and soul and outside too it was time to bring a little springtime home. I've replaced it with lime blossom potpourri which is just awesome, it's so sharp and citrusy it just awakens the senses and really does remind me of sunny days. Along with the flowers it looks and feels as it was intended to, all I need now is some sunshine - my baby will be home soon.........

Creme egg

Happy Easter boys and girls, we hope you're all not over indulging on Easter eggs - all that chocolate, it's very bad for you; gosh you're all so very naughty! We appreciate it's a day late with our greetings but it's better late than never; besides I've been working again today, whilst my baby has enjoyed a leisurely day off, and as always on a Bank Holiday Monday it's messed my head up. Because when working such days they are just like Sundays and all day I've been thinking it is Sunday so I'm no really late at all with my Easter greetings; so what's your excuse baby? It's one I can't publish, trust me, my baby is so crude at times I've no idea where he gets it from? Although I'm being forced to admit that I love him when he's crude, which is true but more to the point I love him all the time and for everything that he is - he's so beautiful, just the most gorgeous boyfriend I could wish for, honestly. I love you baby, I absolutely love you to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Oh gosh, it doesn't take much for me to go all emotional and romantic does it? Then again it's nothing but the truth, seriously I absolutely adore my baby with a passion, gosh I could drown him in kisses and as my baby's just said I often do and he wouldn't want it any other way; oh gosh you're just so sweet - you melt my heart baby always. I've missed my baby today, I've missed him so much, he's been on my mind all the time; I often get days like these - I mean we've seen each other so much but still I just want him more, I couldn't wait for the day to finish so I could get home and be with him. I've been feeling horny with it too, just thinking about my baby's cock and the things I want to do to it before it does things to me; my baby says I'm possessed and I think he's right. Once again it's seen some serious action but I just want more and more, I cannot get enough; besides he really has got the most beautiful cock, it really is good enough to eat! (That's hit the mark, my baby's just encountering a fit of laughter at the moment so I'll have to continue on my own, he's so funny when he laughs, it makes me heart sing and it's infectious. It's true though, his cock is good enough to eat, trust me boys and girls, it looks so appetising that I can't keep it out of my mouth! I'm sorry, I'm getting gross now but it's funny, come on - if you can't talk about sex then there's something seriously wrong with you.)

Foreplay tonight was painful because we tried out the epilator we bought for the first time proper, it wasn't foreplay really but it seemed like it. I was just so horny and my baby undressed me and kissed me before he started shaving me; and then to feel his hands and his touch upon my skin, oh my gosh I needed it so bad. I was brought down to earth by the epilator, dear me did it hurt, like seriously painful - my baby started off on the bottom of my leg and it soon became apparent that it really wasn't doing much hair removal. Nonetheless he moved up my leg to my thigh and that's when the pain kicked it, like serious swearing pain and still it wasn't removing much hair, it hurt like hell without getting any results. I had to tell my baby to stop, he said it can't hurt that much so we swapped places and I advised him before I started that it would hurt that much. I started on my baby's thigh too, I didn't get any further, my baby came to the same conclusion that I did - a bucket load of pain for very little gain. We sat on the bed looking at the offending tool, (that's the epilator and nothing else, honestly - well not really honestly - I can't help myself, hang on we can't help ourselves; naughty, horny, one track mind baby) we checked our legs and found no difference barring red pinpricks in the skin and decided it was going back. We then started laughing and joking about how it must feel to epilate around the groin area - we couldn't even begin to imagine the pain, it must be like torture; we have ways of making you talk - you get your pants pulled down and a gloved mad doctor walks towards you with the epilator buzzing in his hand. We'll tell you all you need to know!

We were about to give up when my baby said let's try the shaver head - the epilator has got a changeable head to turn it into a shaver, what a mighty fine call. Now perhaps, as girlfriend mentioned admittedly, our body hair is not long enough to use the epilator on (that's so gay isn't it? Two guys with shorter body hair than girls!) but that begs the question it must hurt more to epilate longer hair surely? Not that we'll ever know because to keep it in trim we'll just use the shaver head regularly because we won't be sending it back now; even though the epilator head is useless and painful, the shaver head is worth the money all on its own. It does an awesome job, seriously awesome - so quick, so painless and such quality results; it's left us both with seriously smooth skin, absolutely flawless. Oh my gosh, just awe inspiring results, both of us were impressed to some tune with the results, it was that good that we couldn't keep our hands off each other once we'd finished.

The whole process made us both so horny anyway, it always does; naked and at the submission of one another, and it's left us with such silky smooth kissable skin that we couldn't resist kissing each other bodies. Some parts got more attention than others admittedly but still and my baby teased me until I thought I was going to explode; if that wasn't bad enough he made me beg him to shag me, which truth be told turns us both on so much. It was worth begging for anyway, oh my gosh and he made me feel like a creme egg - full of thick, gooey liquid inside. It must be Easter..............

First

We're back playing catch up again, there was no post last night because my baby and I were busy; we were both working yesterday and after tea we decided to go for a few beers out in Straightville - it wasn't planned, it was completely off the cuff and it was great, even for Straightville it was great. It seems its all been work, work, work lately; perhaps because it has on my part at the very least, although my baby he's been working a fair few Saturdays of late too. My baby's enjoying a couple of days off now, he was working Good Friday and yesterday but he's not back in work until Tuesday and then it's a short week until our first weekend off together in four weeks - my first days off in four weeks, yes I'm working straight through Easter - no rest for the wicked; I must have been particularly wicked! My baby says I'm only wicked in the bedroom, in everything else I'm as good as gold, just one big softie; and he's right, although I'm unsure of the good as gold bit, I am one big soft hearted gay-boy, there's no doubt about that.........

Now we don't normally share on here what we buy each other for personal gifts, that's just way too personal, but we're going to break that code this time; with Easter we decided to not go mad, just buy each other an egg or something and have done with it - it's hardly at the top of the major gift list; besides we buy each other little gifts throughout the year, if we see something whilst we're out and about either on our own or together and think it would suit then we treat each other. It just keeps our love alive and our relationship strong, a surprise gift every now and then, a gift for no reason other than to say I love you, well it's just so romantic, utterly romantic. I was in Marks and Spencer yesterday buying a sandwich for lunch and I saw one such gift for my baby; admittedly it was kind of left field and I wasn't at all sure what his reaction would be but I just couldn't help myself - it just hit me as so romantic. So I bought it, as an extra Easter gift for my baby, and despite our agreement to not go mad, as already mentioned I couldn't help myself.

I was hoping to get home first last night, so I could hide it away, so it would be a surprise for today because if my baby was home there was no way I could possibly sneak it into the house; I'd no idea how or where I could hide it because that would have been kind of difficult truth be told, but in the end it didn't matter, my baby was home first. His car was parked outside as I approached, hoping against hope my baby may have been upstairs so I could get in and make good the hide, I opened the front door and my baby walked through from the kitchen; I was caught red handed! My baby immediately noticed what I was carrying and proclaimed they were beautiful before asking if they were for my Mum and enquired as to why I didn't tell him they were due for a visit. He took them from me to take a closer look and said once again they were beautiful, before asking again who they were for? I just stood there watching my baby holding this gift, obviously enthralled by it with a big smile lighting up his face and I just knew, I just knew I'd made the right choice. It was a beautiful moment that caught me right in the heart, time seem to slide by in slow motion and a tear fell and trailed down my cheek, followed by another and another.............

I'd bought my baby some flowers, he put the flowers down and proceeded to wipe away my tears whilst asking me what was up; I told him the flowers weren't for my Mum or for anyone else apart from him, I'd bought them for him. There followed a look on my baby's face, one I can't even describe apart from the fact it was like when the truth doesn't really sink in, you bought them for me he asked, no one's ever bought me flowers, they're beautiful. That was it, the tears just flooded from my eyes whilst my baby kissed and cuddled me, all the while trying to help stop and dry my tears, but each time he said something about how much he loved me and the flowers, I started again. We kissed and cuddled until my tears were replaced by a smile, a smile that grew and grew as I watched the care and attention my baby took in taking the flowers from the carrier bag, making sure they were watered and fed, and how he gently touched and handled them before placing them in the lounge. I confessed it was the first time I'd ever bought flowers for a guy and I wasn't sure how my baby would react, then again I've never loved any other guy as much I love my boyfriend; and it was just the most beautiful sight to know they were received as I hoped they would be - as a token of my love and affection, I'm so happy they meant so much.

I love you to bits baby, Happy Easter xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.