Foreign legion

Good evening boys and girls, you may have noticed a new edition to my blog in the form of a twitter feed because well, and this is difficult to say, I've finally decided to come out of the closet and admit that I use twitter; oh my gosh if being gay was not bad enough! Not that I've been keeping it a secret from you, I only started using it on Monday and this is the first real opportunity I've had to announce it to Blogger World. Rest assured this does not mean it's the end of our beautiful relationship on here, I mean how could I, we've been through so much together. You've witnessed me come out as gay; watched me turn from a man-whore into a very happy, very much in love and loved boyfriend; and as a result seen me grow into a more confident, happier and contented gay-boy. We've been through a truck load of stuff, so I'm not about to ditch you in favour of a twitter account; if nothing else it'll be used to compliment this here blog - a reading companion if you will..........

You see my baby, Rach and I talked about this over the weekend; we had all this stuff going on from all the wonderful things we were doing and our days and nights were that packed that we had no time to sit down and write a post. Rach suggested that I try twitter to capture all those moments that would end up otherwise sliding down the wayside; my baby and I dismissed her suggestion because I tried twitter last year for a couple of days and was less than impressed; so unimpressed that I deleted my account completely. I preferred Blogger, I mean I have a lot to say - gosh I can go on for hours, when my baby and I just sit, cuddle and talk our conversations lead to the most extraordinary places. I love that, I guess it's reflected within this blog, particularly so when my baby's with me because a post can lead to places that have no bearing on what the post is actually about; when I'm comfortable and relaxed my mind just wanders free. Still I couldn't get the idea of using twitter out of my mind, my baby and I talked about it again on Sunday night; and after the weekend where we had no time to post it suddenly seemed like a good idea again. As my baby said, it'll be like the first guy I ever had sex with - try it you might just like it; I had no reply to that one barring laughter because it's so true, I mean just look at me now..........

So I signed up Sunday night under the careful supervision of my baby and I kind of forgot about it - if nothing else it was there if I wanted to use it. Monday night found me on the train into Manchester to meet my baby to go and see Kiss; I was stupidly excited and I needed someone to tell. I could use twitter I thought, what a top idea, so I logged on via my mobile phone and the rest is there for you all to see. Hence, I must first apologise to Rach for dismissing her suggestion because twitter is a real handy little tool for those moments when I need to share something but either don't have the time to post on here or I'm not near a computer. I log on with my mobile phone and in a short burst tell whoever wants to know what's on my mind or what we're up to. It's great and it's kind of addictive; I mean I've kept myself in check but I can see it being used for the most inane thoughts that enter my mind, even more so when my baby is with me; and that's another handy feature of twitter.

Between Blogger and twitter it keeps my mind occupied when my baby's not with me; it stops me thinking about how horny I am, how much I need sex and how much I miss my beautiful boyfriend (I appreciate the irony here - it stops me thinking about it as I explain it to you and so think about it!) It doesn't stop me thinking how much I adore him though, I don't think anything could ever stop me from thinking those kind of thoughts. This is the second night without my baby and I need all the help I can get; it feels like I've been conscripted into the foreign legion.........

Crazy nights

Good evening boys and girls; and before you say it yes I know it's been a while but please rest assured that we've not been ignoring you. We've not found the time to post because we've not really been home the past couple of nights - home has just been a base to come home from work, wash, change, go out, come back and go to bed before doing it all over again. If you think that's kind of rough my baby's had it much worse - he's gone out to work early morning and not come back home until way late at night or early the following morning; no joke! But it's okay, in fact it's more than okay and as you may know it's rare we go out partying on a school night but sometimes there are exceptions to that rule; Monday and Tuesday nights were such exceptions...........

They have been a crazy couple of nights - I've finished work, got home, washed and changed before leaving again to catch a train into Manchester to meet my baby. I feel for my baby because he's got washed and changed at work - he took a wash bag and a change of clothes with him to work Monday morning in preparation for the preceding nights; after speaking to him today and tonight he said it's felt like he's not left work for 48 hours. But he has and neither of us complain because whatever we've been through was worth it, oh my gosh the past two nights have been nothing if not glorious and the fun and enjoyment we've had as a result has been beyond any kind of measure.

Last night we went to see The Big Pink at Manchester Academy, it's the second time we've seen them live in a matter of months; and as ever they were just awesome. One of our favourite albums of 2009 and live they really do bring that kind of industrial sound to life and they seriously rock. There's a real edginess to them too, it's like there's a kind of buzz around them that you can feel, that takes over the crowd and the atmosphere it creates, well that's why we love going to gigs, for the atmosphere. Venues like the Academy especially, kind of small, intimate, standing only gigs create a real special atmosphere; it's hot, it's sweaty, it's crowded and kind of dirty. It's the grass roots of gigs in some respects and maintains the true ethics of live music; feelings that can get lost in vast arenas or open air gigs, such an atmosphere is lost because it doesn't translate well. The Big Pink could and should progress to such arenas; and if they do, well we can say we saw them when they were just starting out, when they played that little old venue called the Academy; all that energy and excitement so close you can almost touch it. The Big Pink would normally be the highlight of the week but on Monday night, we were blown away to different heights altogether; it was a different gig altogether and I appreciate I've just bemoaned the negative aspects of arena gigs but not all bands are the same. Some bands were made for massive arena gigs................

Many months ago I bought two tickets and for many months thereafter I kept it a secret because one of those tickets was part of my baby's birthday present; the other ticket was for me, I mean I wouldn't let my baby go on his own now, I wouldn't be a very good boyfriend if I did because that's what such occasions are for - for experiencing with someone you love. (Oh gosh I've gone all romantic, bless, look what you do to me baby! Love you baby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox) This being despite the fact that I'm no big fan of the band in question but as my baby is, well come his birthday I just happened to be the best boyfriend in the World; and come Monday night neither of us were really sure what to expect. Neither of us have seen them live before, I don't think they've toured for years and what we didn't realise until we got to the gig and talked to some other fans - the band are like 60 years old now. Have they still got it? Are they past it? Can they still rock and put on a show? We didn't know, but we were both so excited - my baby in particular; oh my gosh his eyes were alight, his smile was never ending and he kept kissing me, cuddling me and wouldn't let go of my hand (which is never, ever a bad thing boys and girls!) But he was so alive with energy, happiness and excitement that it was worth the price of the tickets alone; gosh how I love to see my baby so happy and we were both hoping it was going to be a great gig, maybe me even more so because it was after all for such a special occasion - my baby's Birthday treat, a couple of months late admittedly but you can't always schedule a gig on the day of your boyfriends birthday. I wanted it to be something that he'd never forget...............

We went to see KISS and whatever we were expecting, anticipating and hoping so desperately for, they delivered and went beyond it, they blew us and everyone else packed inside a sold out MEN Arena away. We have never seen another gig like it, we may never see anything like it ever again because they absolutely rocked Manchester to the foundations, forget the MEN Arena, they rocked the whole of Manchester. They just blitzed the City to smithereens, absolutely tore it apart - the costumes, the stage, the set, the fireworks, the special effects, the guitarist flying out over the crowd to a turntable plinth down the far end of the Arena - you just would not believe it because we didn't even believe it ourselves; it honestly took at least 24 hours to appreciate what we had witnessed. I find their music a bit kind of middle of the road but live it rocks, not in a real hard way but in a feel good, sing a long, dance, jump and wave your arms in the air way. We were sat in the lower tier, or should have been, because from the moment they hit the stage we were up dancing, singing, jumping, playing air guitar and punching the air throughout. Which may all sound slightly extreme and out of place, the kind of behaviour that may get you thrown out of such a venue; except for the fact that as far as we could see everyone else was doing the same, the place was absolutely bouncing. Young, old, male, female, straight or gay - it didn't matter because everyone was drawn together as one, to pay homage to rock n roll.

I've seen some serious heavyweights in the music world - Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young, Lou Reed - serious rock royalty; I've always thought I would never see anything more spectacular than the U2 Zoo TV tour which was awe inspiring but I may have to think again. KISS are right up there with them all, something I would never imagine myself saying until after Monday night, but it's true. One things for sure we've never had so much fun at a gig, it was pure, unadulterated fun; such a feel good factor, such a buzz and so life affirming. The Arena, although vast, was absolutely buzzing from start to finish; we've never felt an atmosphere so electric and the noise, dear me; not only were KISS loud but the crowd were screaming and shouting just about every word from every song. And when they played crazy, crazy nights the crowd went absolutely mental singing the chorus back so loud that it sent a shiver down my spine; you looked around and the whole Arena was on their feet, their voices lifting the roof off the place; we've honestly never witnessed anything like it before.

The highlight of my night had nothing to do with the band, the music or the atmosphere; despite it being one of the best. It was the look of absolute joy and happiness on my baby's face, to see the guy I adore having the time of his life with the biggest smile I've ever seen; and he honestly did have the time of his life, we both did, well it was the best feeling in the World, the best night in the World. I'm so blessed to have been able to witness it, to be a part of it and to love you, so very blessed; one hell of a crazy night for all the right reasons xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Shimmer

We've honestly no idea how to describe the weekend and do any kind of justice to it, just none at all; and there's so many things that we've done that there really is no way we could cover everything. It was just blissful, total and utter bliss from start to finish; and in particular from when we hooked up with Rach just before midday on Saturday. I don't think any of us have had so much fun and laughter - decent, honest and innocent fun and laughter; none of us had any other motive than to make each other happy. Oh gosh, we're just three regular people - two guys in love and a girl who loves to see my baby and I in love; a girl and a guy who are two of my best friends, who are best friends with each other and when you put us all together, well it's nothing short of magical.

These are the moments we can't describe but will stay with us for a real long time - they're imprinted in our smiles, they make our eyes shine and they make our hearts love. This song is our weekend, it's us...............

Threesome

Top of the morning boys and girls, we hope you're all happy and well; come on it's the weekend! I'm so excited, we're both so excited but I get kind of giddy and silly with it, whereas my baby he's way more level headed; we've both been looking forward to this point most of the week and all the planning has come together just perfectly. For the past couple of days it's been in all our conversations or text messages, it's always been there in our thoughts and it's made us both so happy - or should that read it's made us all so happy? Because there's more than two of us, or there will be shortly; you see for the rest of the weekend we'll be enjoying a threesome - that's right you read it correctly and it's not a typo a THREESOME! And that's why I'm giddy with excitement boys and girls, oh my gosh...............

Now a word of warning before we continue because we both know some of our readers have got very dirty minds and read more into a situation than there actually is - yes we know who you are and one in particular should be ashamed of himself; although that said my baby and I both think you've got a nice body, all of it! We should post the photos and really put you to shame but then again they're probably all over the internet already; and we doubt it would bring shame anyway! So a threesome but it's not what you're probably thinking boys and girls - I've not ground my baby down by my constant requests to get spit roasted, in fact I've stopped asking, I've not asked for the longest time because I've no need to ask. I love my baby, my baby loves me and our sex life continues to be fantastic; there's no need for anyone else and I don't want anyone else other than my baby - I love him and no one else. Besides I don't think my body could take any more pleasure, or pain come to think of it - I woke up with a pain in the neck this morning and I don't think it's got anything to do with sleeping funny. But it has got everything to do with my baby working me over to some tune last night, dear me he shagged me in just about every position you could think of and he did it hard. He's either banged my spine out of alignment (that's so gross I know, and funny, and the truth; it's not the truth - sorry) or it's due to the fact that my head was crushed into the headboard at one point during last nights manoeuvres whilst my baby was in some kind of sexual frenzy! Whatever, I don't care because it was worth it, is getting laid by someone you love to bits the best experience in the World? It's a rhetorical question boys and girls, for we already know the answer.

So I woke up this morning with a stiff and painful neck but it wasn't that painful and it wasn't the only thing that was stiff (oh gosh that is funny and this time very much the truth); my baby woke me up when he went to answer the call of nature at around about half past eight this morning. I looked at the clock (obviously - that's why I knew what the time was), I listened to him relieving himself, I watched him return to the bedroom as naked as the day he was born and the sight of his cock got me horny. My baby wished me a good morning and apologised for waking me up before getting back into bed; he gave me a kiss, I kissed him back and told him I was horny before my hand disappeared South - morning sex is just divine, the best way to start any day..............

We've had breakfast, drank coffee and eased ourselves into the day; we've packed our bags and as soon as we finish this post, if we ever do because of my meanderings, we'll be leaving for my baby's flat - we're relocating for the weekend. Not only that but we won't be alone for the weekend either, we're spending it all with Rach; hence the threesome and why you've all got very dirty minds because as the name suggests and if you're a regular reader you'll appreciate that Rach is a girl. My baby's girlfriend to be exact and a dearly loved friend to me; just one of the most loveliest friends anyone could ever hope to have, Rach keeps my baby company and looks after him when we can't be together, she's a star! We always say and we always promise that we should all get together more often than we do; and we always fail miserably and it's a shame because we all have great fun when we do seize the opportunity. We've not failed this weekend because we'll be together throughout - we're taking Rach to the Trafford Centre today, it's her Brothers Birthday next week; and despite him being straight well my baby and I were asked to help out on the Birthday gift hunt. Apparently he probably wouldn't appreciate PVC hot pants and some make up - I just don't understand straight guys, such a strange breed! Only joking, my baby and I have got some good taste, so I'm sure between us all we'll find something to make Birthday boy very happy. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to go shopping for ourselves too and we can go girly shopping too with Rach, how I adore girly shopping!

Tonight we'll be staying in, it's going to be one of our famous slouchy nights - take out food, alcohol, a couple of dvd's and lots of fun and laughter. Rach is staying over at my baby's flat, she normally goes home but tonight there'll be no worries about getting home so she can get as drunk as my baby and me. Tomorrow we're all going to go out together too, we don't know where yet, our plans haven't stretched that far - we'll see what time we get up, how we feel and what the weather's like. But that's all ahead of us, one step at a time boys and girls but it's the reason we've all so been looking forward to this weekend. Good friends make good times boys and girls, this weekend will be no exception to that rule............

If we find the time or have the inkling we may post again from my baby's flat but until then we wish you all a weekend filled with fun, laughter, smiles and love. Go make some happy memories boys and girls, it cheers the World; with love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Alstroemeria

Good evening boys and girls, we were going to post last night but we didn't get round to it because there was a problem, nothing major - there's nothing to worry yourselves over, in fact you probably couldn't class it as a problem at all. You see I fell asleep in my baby's arms on the sofa, I was kind of tired and we were lay together on the sofa, cuddled up and listening to music; it wasn't my intention to fall asleep but I did. I guess it was because I just felt so safe, so warm, so secure and so loved in my baby's arms that I drifted off, I didn't even remember the heavy eyed bit - where you're eyes are so heavy you can't keep them open, I must have just gone. I felt kind of guilty when I woke up because it's no way to spend an evening with my baby is it? To fall asleep in his arms? Not that he minded or complained, to the contrary in fact, he told me that it meant so much and he also felt so relaxed holding, cuddling and watching me whilst I slept; I asked my baby how long I'd been out for and I was gone for just over an hour, and there was my baby he didn't move or disturb me, he cuddled me throughout. It says so much and I don't know but I got kind of emotional when my baby told me he cuddled and watched over me whilst I slept, yes - it says so very much...............

But hey we're back now and I'm feeling anything but tired, I'm feeling kind of horny to be honest and my baby's just said that's nothing new, which I assume means you think I get too much sex? Lest we forget that you're my boyfriend, a beautiful, cute, sexy and loving boyfriend may I say, so if I get too much sex what does that say about you, um I wonder? My baby's says he's very lucky to have found a boyfriend as horny as he is, that's what! I guess it's a polite way of putting it and if noting else it is the truth. Or is it? You see I think the reason I was feeling so tired yesterday was the fact that I'm not getting enough protein in my diet, we discussed this last night when I woke up. My baby thought I was being serious when I mentioned it until I said the lack of protein must mean he's not shagging me enough; he asked an open question about how much cock does one guy need before pushing a cushion in my face. The answer came later, literally, it's only one and quite a tasty big one it is too! If I wasn't tired before I was shagged out afterwards, once again quite literally, oh my gosh, we both slept well last night........

We had a magical text exchange through the day today, discussing our plans for the weekend and oh gosh it left me so excited at the prospect; I had such a warm, fuzzy feeling inside for the remainder of the day. I told my baby how it made me feel when he got home tonight and he said pretty much the same thing - it left him being unable to wait for tomorrow evening when work ends and the weekend begins. It does sound so special, not that we're planning on doing anything extraordinary or different, there's a subtle change that's all; but still it fills our hearts with happiness and that's a very good feeling to have. It makes my baby smile and that's just the finest vision in the World because that makes not one but two very happy, smiley boyfriends; here's to all the happy, smiley boyfriends in the World. Go tell your boyfriend you love him, make him smile - I love you baby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox. It works, trust me it works and it works both ways too!

I did the honest thing this evening, the only thing a gay-boy in love with his boyfriend could do, (well not the only thing but you know) I bought my baby some more flowers. His tulips had seen much better days and to be honest they weren't exactly as we'd have hoped for, or certainly as I hoped for when I bought them. They weren't exactly the most beautiful flowers in the World, they looked like they had such promise when I bought them and sure they lasted for nigh on two weeks but they didn't really capture the imagination; but still we live and learn. Anyway we hope my baby's latest flowers fare better, I mean they sound awesome, isn't buying or receiving flowers an education in itself? We can't even pronounce the name of them, but as soon as I saw them I thought they look different, then I read the description and I knew they were the ones. They're called Alstroemeria and the description reads - native to South America the Peruvian lilies flourish in the cool mountainous regions of the Andes. Originally introduced to Europe in 1754 these long pasting flowers come in a range of vibrant colours. Don't they just sound so exotic? My baby adores them, he was taken aback by the leaf formation on them, masses of dark green angular leaves with a flash of colour from the flower head; and even though the heads have yet to open the contrast between the flower and the leaves looks extraordinary. Oh my gosh, he seriously enjoyed preparing and arranging them in the vase; and as ever it took my breath away watching him take so much care, so much time and give them so much love whilst doing so. He's done a stellar job with them and they do look awesomely beautiful arranged in the vase; and the smile on my baby's face after he'd finished and stood back to admire them - there are no words to describe it or do it justice, none at all.

Carrots

I said last night how the Bank Holiday hadn't messed up the week in my head as they normally do - a Bank Holiday Monday normally puts me a day behind because they feel like Sundays to me; you know the score so I won't go on any more about it but if you don't know the score then read last nights post for goodness sake! On second thoughts don't, well do because it was a beautiful post and that's not self praise, that's my baby who said so and as he knows me kind of well, or intimately truth be told, I guess it's kind of true. Actually there's no kind of to it, even I'll admit it's a beautiful post and it was a reflection of the day and the people that made it beautiful, such people remain beautiful in their own right - one such person sat right by my side is the most beautiful guy I've ever had in my life; I love you baby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

So read last nights post but don't pay too much attention to the Bank Holiday not messing up my week bit because it appears I spoke too soon; in hindsight it may have messed up my week to some serious tune because today felt like Friday and not just any old Friday but like a Friday before I've got a weekend off to look forward to with my baby. Seriously, I'm sure we all know how it feels to have the buzzing inside and the extra spring in your step when you get to Friday and you've got the weekend to party away after a week of work. That's how I've felt, I mean it normally makes me all giddy and mischievous - that's exactly how I've been, gosh I've had such great fun - silly, stupid, mischievous fun and it all started quite innocuously. I sent my baby a text telling him amongst other things that I'd be popping into Sainsburys on my way home and would he like me to get him anything whilst I was there. He texted me back a while later and asked me to go to the in store butcher and ask for a spit roast - my baby fancied a spit roast for tea, I was sat alone in the canteen in fits of laughter - it was so left field, so unexpected and so funny; it descended into the depths of mischievousness and silliness from there...........

Over the course of the day we talked about such diverse subjects as Bear Grylls, being called Ken, fat people and guys with ginger pubes; don't ask because we won't be able to print a great deal regarding any of it. But have you ever seen a guy with ginger pubes? Neither my baby or I have been with a guy with ginger pubes, ginger hair is kind of okay; I mean I've seen a few guys with ginger hair that I've quite fancied in my time but I've never gone to bed with them. My baby's making gagging noises because he says guys with ginger hair simply make him gag and not in a good way - it's a joke boys and girls don't write in to complain, it's honestly a joke; it's funny though it has to be said! So we searched the internet earlier to find photos of guys with ginger pubes; oh my gosh it's not a good look, can you ever imagine going down on a guy with ginger pubes? A big bush of wiry ginger looking you in the eye, it's like hang on a minute let me put my sunglasses on love, your pubes are blinding me (my baby's gone, oh dear he almost fell off the sofa, that's just top quality, so funny and so wrong all at the same time!) It's just got worse or better or whatever way you want to look at it - my baby's just said I bet their cum tastes of carrots; holy crap batman that is the most funniest comment in the World, oh my gosh that's beyond just about anything ever. My baby's crying with laughter, oh dear, I so need to swear to put it into some kind of context because it's just so fu?*ing funny!

We're sorry, we hope we've not offended anyone, neither of us are prejudice in any way, shape or form; I mean we know more than most how it can feel to be cast as different because we're gay. But we laugh at ourselves and we can take a good natured joke regarding our sexuality too; our humour is meant in good nature, you should never take yourself too seriously boys and girls. Back to the texts............

Come late afternoon girlfriend got in on the act, well she didn't really she just picked a bad time if she wanted a straight reply. She simply enquired how I was and it somehow found it's way to shoes that come in matchboxes, spanking, if she was a guy I'd let her shag me, a whole host of flirting on my part and ended, thanks to inspiration from my baby, by asking her if she fancied a spit roast for tea. I bet she was real glad she asked if I was okay, but that's what girlfriends are for, to flirt with; although she never got back to me regarding tea, I guess that's a bridge too far. If nothing else I think I cheered her up some, which is good because that's what friends do, they look out for each other and pick them up when they're down; I hope I helped, we love you girlfriend xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

It's been a great day, filled with fun, laughter and silliness; and somehow, somewhere along the way we helped someone out too. Maybe last nights post wasn't so wrong after all, smile and the World smiles with you.............

Smile.....

...... and the World smiles with you - there's never been a truer sentence spoken or more to the point sometimes the World just makes you smile, today it's certainly made me smile because it's been filled with pure innocence and utter beauty. I didn't witness it first hand but I know it's the truth, I just know.........

Another Bank Holiday Monday found me back at work, somethings never change in that respect, meanwhile my baby has enjoyed a long weekend - he's been off today and has only got a short working week of four days before he's off again. Which is kind of handy, well awesomely perfect truth be told because I'm off again this weekend too, happy days boys and girls; only four days to go, four days of early shifts for me, so we should be together every night this week and all weekend to boot. But if there was any consolation of having to get up early this morning to go to work leaving my baby asleep in bed and leaving him for the remainder of the day it was just the fact that I could witness him asleep in bed. I appreciate I've mentioned this on at least one other occasion but it's worth mentioning again; he is just so beautiful whilst he's asleep, oh my gosh - so cute, so fragile and like an image of absolute purity. I kid you not, I've never seen another guy look like that whilst asleep ever, in fact I've never seen anyone or anything that looks like that whilst asleep period. It crushes my heart each and every time; there's so much beauty that lights up the bedroom and I look upon him in silence, I study my baby and I get lost in the moment. He's beautiful - my beautiful, sleep head baby, I love you so much, you've no idea how absolutely gorgeous you are, even when you're asleep you are nothing but gorgeous, sexy and cute xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

My day was a usual Bank Holiday Monday, it felt like a Sunday, just in the tone and nature of the day and they normally tend to me throw me some because I do kind of lose a day in my mind; I do think the Monday is the Sunday, the Tuesday is the Monday and so on but today I didn't. Perhaps it's because I'd just had the weekend off so it was clear in my mind, today is Monday - a non eventful Bank Holiday; and then the World just kind of lit up. I was texting my baby over breakfast, just sending mostly silly texts back and to; and mostly concerning how utterly gorgeous he looks whilst he's asleep. That and the cold, dear me it was so cold today, the wind seriously cut through you; I warned my baby to wrap up real warm when he was ready to head out. He texted back to tell me he already knew it was cold outside because he'd done some washing and had hung it out; he's such a sweetheart, I didn't ask him to do any washing or anything but he did it anyway - he told me he had to use all the pegs to prevent the washing from blowing away in the wind, bless him. Our text exchange was interrupted by my Mum phoning me, my folks were heading out for the day to Fleetwood, to do a bit of shopping and to get some sea air and she sounded so enthused by the prospect. It illuminated me, to get some sea air, it just kind of made a connection deep inside; I absolutely adore British coast resorts out of season, there's just something so melancholic about them - the cold, the grey, the damp and the emptiness; I appreciate it all sounds real sad and not much fun but it does speak to me. And to stand on a windswept, deserted promenade with the wind and sea spray pummelling your face whilst watching the sea crash onto the shore; it just engages all my senses at once, I guess it makes me feel so close to nature, oh man, all that sea air...........

My baby and I have been talking about this this evening; it's something I miss even though it's rare I get to experience it barring when I head out to see the folks, so it's never at the forefront of my thoughts but when something triggers it. My baby he just sat and listened to me as I went on to some tune about it; gosh I do get very lyrical and poetic over such things and I take it for granted that everyone feels the same kind of connection or can see the arresting beauty within the apparent melancholy. I don't expect everyone to think in the same terms but surely because it's so vivid in my soul then it must affect everyone who's been touched by it - it's not. My baby told me I was beautiful after I'd finished, I thought his silence meant he didn't really grasp the interest but it did, he just didn't want to speak or ruin the moment. I just take it for granted that because I feel something so strong even if it is very subtle then we all must feel it, I guess I'm wrong; my baby said, as he's said many times before, I'm sensitive and it's a special gift; and it's special for him to be around someone like that, someone like me. My baby's just reiterated this fact so who am I to say any different, particularly when reiteration comes with kisses and cuddles..........

My baby's day was already planned he was taking his Mum for a walk around the shops and for lunch in Wilmslow; we talked about it last night and once again it just struck me right in the heart. It's just so sweet, my baby taking his Mum shopping and for lunch, it lights up my soul; just the unconditional love between Mother and Son; and just doing it for no other reason than because. Because my baby loves his Mum and because it's not everyday they get to spend some quality time together; besides my baby loves shopping. I guess once again it's the beauty in the unspoken detail, its silence speaks to me in volumes, whilst talking about it last night it just blew me away; I was just so happy for my baby to be able to look forward to something like it and that he gained so much joy from the prospect. I finished my text exchange with my baby by wishing him a great day and sending him enough kisses and cuddles to last until I saw him again before I headed back to work.

Come lunch time, I found my baby had texted me to say they were having a fantastic day and he wished that I was with them. They'd taken lunch in a coffee shop called Rise and sat over freshly made sandwiches, coffee and scones; it sounded perfect, I texted my baby back and pleaded with him to tell me they had a window seat. My baby knows my love of window seats, whenever we go out for a meal or have lunch whilst we're out and about I always try and get a table by the window because I love people watching. Some of the best times we spend together are those spent chatting over coffee whilst looking out onto the World; the very best times are those spent doing it on a rainy day in Manchester. Sat warm and dry with a hot coffee whilst looking out onto the grey, rainy streets; oh my gosh it's poetry, pure poetry. My baby texted back shortly afterwards, they had a window seat, he thought of me and got a window seat; I sat there and smiled..........

Just before heading home my Mum phoned again, if she was enthused at the prospect of her day out then it lived up to and beyond expectation. As she was telling me about her day I could hear the sunshine in her voice, she sounded so happy and so pleased with the day - they'd been to Fleetwood, onwards to Freeport and then into Blackpool. They'd bought stuff in the Marks & Spencer outlet, the Regatta outlet, met friends along the way and all took lunch together in Uncle Toms Cabin. It was the happiness that struck me, it blew me away; it sounded like such a wonderful day - a day that had promised much and delivered even more. A day that just got better for me when I got home because my baby was waiting for me with a smile, a kiss and a cuddle. I got washed and changed before sitting down with my baby over coffee whilst he told me about his day; there was sunshine and happiness in his voice too, and a smile to match.

I'd not been anywhere apart from work and I'd not done anything as exciting as those that had touched me today but they touched me all the same. They touched me with their happiness and touched me with their love for thinking of me, sharing their days with me and ultimately making me a part of their day. My baby was not alone whilst he was smiling, it's been a desperately beautiful day, a day the World smiled with us all..........

Pornstar

We went shopping into Manchester on Saturday and bought lots of lovely things, my baby bought a pair of pink and blue checked shorts which are just divine, awesomely beautiful; a new shirt and I bought him a new pair of pants. I got an awesome t-shirt, just the funniest t-shirt we've ever seen and so apt; and my baby bought me another t-shirt which had him in bits with laughter when he saw it and once again is allegedly so apt for me, my baby had to buy it me! We'll post some photos some time and you'll be able to judge for yourself, they're both very funny to be honest and I can understand why my baby felt compelled to buy it me.

That aside we also found ourselves in a sex shop, we were just in there browsing and being very well behaved for a change, well that was until I happened upon (I almost wrote came upon, that would have opened up a real can of worms wouldn't it. A gay-boy was arrested in Manchester on Saturday for masturbating whilst in a sex shop, oh my gosh front page headline on the Manchester Evening News!) a dvd - a gay porn dvd, for obvious reasons - we're gay and it's a sex shop! My baby was looking at the toy section at the time trying to find something humongous to split me in two as is his want (that's a joke boys and girls, well kind of, naughty boyfriend......) so he wasn't by my side but it didn't stop him hearing me. Because I burst out laughing, whilst looking at the cover of the dvd, so much so that my baby walked on over to see what was so funny. As he approached I asked him, is this you whilst showing him the cover of the dvd because the guy on the cover kind of looked vaguely like my baby, (point of caution here boys and girls - whenever I say someone looks like someone else, I always make such judgements in the vaguest ways possible and in reality they look nothing like my reference point) you never told me you were a pornstar and look at all the guys you've been shagging. You see the dvd was about a guy called Jason who gets kidnapped and shagged by four guys, one after the other (lucky bastard) before they all cum in his face (I'm proper jealous now, he'd have got paid for that too, isn't that just the best job in the World). Now my baby's not called Jason and he's not a bottom either and to be honest he doesn't really look anything like the guy on the cover, my baby's way more cute and sexy but I kind of made a similarity somehow; oh and my baby's never done porn either which is crazy because he can shag like the best of them. But still regardless of all that it's the nearest guy I've seen that looks like my baby in a porn movie, hence my point.

My baby confirmed it looked nothing like him but said it reminded him more of me even though the guy looked even less like me because Jason sounded like a man whore and it would be something I'd do given the chance. As you may guess from my earlier comments, my baby's not wrong, in fact it's the kind of crazy stuff we talk about occasionally; oh my gosh I'd love to get gang banged, seriously, to get shagged by a gang of men and have them all cum in my face - that's like dreamland. As my baby said it's man whore territory but I don't care, call me what you want; not that I'd ever do it, not whilst I'm with my baby anyway but a gay-boy can dream. I ended up buying the dvd, it was only £15.00, we've not got round to watching it yet but it does sound proper horny. So this is not my baby, he's not officially a pornstar (note careful placement of fingers to keep the scene clean)

But these are my baby's new pants, the ones I bought him yesterday, a pair of grey floral Bjorn Borg with a pink waistband, aren't they just divine? And don't they fit him so well? Or more to the point doesn't he fit them so well? It may be unofficial but in my eyes and in my bed my baby is most definitely a pornstar

I love you baby, you make me horny xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Sorry

Good evening boys and girls, where've you all been? Here's my baby and I enjoying a fantastic weekend after spending most of the week apart and you're nowhere to be seen; oh gosh all the fun and laughter you've missed out on, it's your loss! That's the first apology out of the way then, admittedly I turned it around to make it look like anyones fault but ours, it worked though didn't it? Yes, we've neglected you again Blogger friends, instead of giving you some of our time we've concentrated all our time solely on each other and left you out of the loop, but that's the deal sometimes, we're not under contract to post everything we do every single day. Besides, sometimes we don't have the urge to post, despite lots happening this weekend and having lots to talk about, there was just no desire to post. This weekend we enjoyed every second and we just kind of let it wash over us and wash away any cares we may have had; as a result we've been so relaxed all weekend, we've not really thought about anything other than the moment at hand; it's been beautiful, just so carefree and well, the blog didn't even come to mind until this evening.

It's a suitably relaxed Sunday evening, we've settled down for the night after a weekend of top fun, I'm lay in my baby's arms on the sofa and he's cuddling me whilst peering over my shoulder whilst we write to you. My baby's just said it's a proper Sunday evening because it feels just like a Sunday evening, the calm after the storm, and he remembers how I used to do this lots when we first kind of started going together but before we became boyfriends - that's some memory baby and it's so true. I'm just thinking back now, as I write and it is exactly the same feeling, my baby would head back to his flat after a weekend together and I'd sit and talk to you boys and girls about how good it was and how great it made me feel. These days we talk to you together and those weekends together have kind of merged into every day and night we get chance; but that feeling never fades and the times we spend together are still as good, if not better and my baby always makes me great - he makes me feel like the only boyfriend in the World..... Oh gosh, the emotion hit me out of nowhere then, as soon as I started typing the last sentence the tears welled up in my eyes; but it's true my baby makes me feel like the only boyfriend in the World - I love you so much baby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

The real reason I want to say sorry is because some of you, or quite a lot of you - if I've got your mobile number may have received a strange text from me Friday evening. You see I sent a fair few people a photo of the new toaster I bought, I was kind of excited about the fact to be honest and I needed to tell someone. At first I just told my baby, I sent him the photo and told him what a bargain it was - £12.00 for a four slice, all singing, all dancing toaster; maybe I went a little over the top because my baby although happy for me didn't kind of get the need to be excited over it. However he did dare me to send the photo to everyone else in my contacts, well most of them, I mean the bank, doctors, dentist and a select few others probably wouldn't appreciate it at all; so I did, I mean a dare's a dare. My baby couldn't believe it when I got home and showed him who I'd sent it to, we were both in absolute bits through laughter; and some of those who I sent it to obviously didn't believe it either. I got some strange replies, a fair few siding with my baby, like what's the big deal - it's a four slice toaster and it cost £12.oo, WOW! Some thought I'd lost the plot, some thought I needed to get a life (I've got a wonderful life thank you very much, I wouldn't swap it for anything and as long as my baby is a part of it then my life is perfect) and one person probably called it correctly, it was Rach. She said it sounded like I'd spent too much time apart from my baby and it was a good job we'd be back together that night - it worries her when I start sending normal photo's like toasters instead of my baby and I in various stages of undress or various states of drunkenness or mischief because she knows something is wrong! It is quite a true statement to be honest, Rach receives lots of crazy photos from us, me in particular; and it's very rare that we send her anything that could be deemed as normal. We made up for it this weekend, normal service resumed and amongst other things she received a photo of my baby's new pants with him in them! She replied by saying she wasn't shocked because she's seen my baby in his pants and less on numerous occasions - it shocked me! Like what? It didn't really, my drama queen moment was negated by Rach ending the text by saying and before you start remember I've seen you au natural too sexy pants! If nothing else Rach knows me too well, in more ways than one - though not in that way, I mean we both love her to bits but not in that way (my baby's finding this hole I'm relentlessly digging for myself very funny, it really has tickled him and he's telling me to just say it how it is!) Okay, so Rach has seen a couple of gay-boys naked, that's all I'm trying to say - she's a very lucky girl, barring the fact that there's all that cock and none of it for her! Oh gosh, that's the funniest thing ever, if my baby was tickled before he's just been in bits, we've both been in bits - it was another dare, I said the none of it for her bit out loud, it was never meant to go in the post until my baby dared me; oh man what top quality, that's just proper funny. We're going to get battered the next time we see Rach, my baby's said he's never going back to his flat he's going to stay here forever and the worst part of it? We've arranged to meet up with Rach next weekend, she can batter us both at the same time; my baby's doing a top impersonation of Rach - in a girly voice he said, I'll castrate the pair of you then you know how I feel! OH MY GOSH, that's just the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life, hand on heart that was top drawer funny, oh dear, excuse us a minute......... We're sorry Rach, if you're reading this at any point, we're very sorry; it's just a joke - please, please, pretty please don't castrate us, we love you.

Anyway the toaster worked fantastically well, four slices at once with dual browning control so my baby can have his toast slightly darker than mine; it really did make breakfast so much easier and made it taste so much better...............