Eating Spotted Dick

I go with Brad sometimes to the grocery store, and as usual, my brain is all over the place. While he's on a mission and has his list of things to buy, I'm walking up and down all the aisles looking at all the different things on the shelves.

Well, the other night he wanted to pick up a few items he had forgotten last week and I went with him. I can't remember which aisle we were on, but my eyes zeroed in on a shelf that had some cans of "Spotted Dick." I'm serious. I'm not making this up. I mean, what will they think of next, right? 

I almost made a scene when I grabbed a can and went running to Brad to show him. I was laughing so hard and trying to think of some funny line about the can. Sometimes when I get like this, I forget there are other people around!

Me: "Brad! Look at this! I found some Spotted Dick!"

Brad: "What?"

Me: "Some Spotted Dick. I found some Spotted Dick. Look!"

Brad: "Will you keep it down?! What are you talking about?"

Me: "Look!"

Brad: "Oh My God!"

Me: "Let's get some, okay?"

Brad: "Not before I see what's in that can!"

Me: "It's right here on the label. Look. SPOTTED DICK. I want some!"

Brad: "Oh My God!"

Me: "I think it's some kind of pudding."

Brad: "I'm not eating anything called, 'Spotted Dick.' Go put it back."

Me: "Oh, you're being silly. Let's at least try it."

Brad: "Matty?"

Me: "Yeah?"

Brad: "Go put the Dick back where you found it."

Me: "But..."

Brad: "Will you lower your voice?"

Me: "Oh. Sorry. If you're not going to buy it, I am."

Brad: "Are you going through the checkout line with that can?"

Me: "Yeah."

Brad: "Will you please hide the label?"

Me: "Why? They have to scan it and people will get a kick out of it!"

Brad: "Let's get in separate lines then."

Me: "Why?"

Brad: "Matty?"

Me: "What?"

Brad: (*giving me the 'stern Bradley' look*)

Me: "Sometimes you are absolutely no fun!"

Brad: "No, that's not it. It's just that..."

Me: "What?"

Brad: (*speaking in a low voice*) "I prefer my dick unspotted."

Me: "Oh....... I think we might find some of that at home."

Brad: "Go pay for your spotted dick. But I want you to understand one thing."

Me: "What?"

Brad: (*with this sly grin*) "I don't pay for my dick."

Me: "Come on. Finish shopping and let's go home!"

The New Love Birds

Well, it looks like Brad and I can officially claim the title of "Matchmaker."

If you remember from our post a few days ago, we invited two of our friends to spend Thanksgiving Day with us. My friend, Mark, and Brad's friend, John, are now what my brother would call, "a hot ticket."

They had never met before but we thought they might hit it off, and boy is that an understatement!

My friend, Mark, has been about as happy as I've ever seen him in a long time. He's been calling me, texting me, emailing me, and I'm expecting to see one of those carrier pigeons with a note from him arrive at the front door any moment.

I'm really happy to see how happy he is. He's had some very difficult things to deal with in his life, beginning with being kicked out of his home when he was 16 after telling his parents he was gay.

He's also dated a few guys in the past who treated him badly and is understandably careful about how much he opens himself up to people. We've both been telling him to just take his time and not rush anything, which is always good advice to give, especially when you're first starting to date someone new. But, because you're all excited, it's not always easy advice to follow.

The guy he's dating, John, went to high school with Brad and I met him for the first time about a year ago. He's really sweet and a little shy and the first time I met him he was so nervous I wouldn't like him. He and Brad really understand each other in a lot of ways and have always been the tightest of friends.

Both of John's parents are heavy drinkers and there was a lot of chaos going on at home. He and Brad have always been so supportive of each other since Brad's father was a heavy drinker until about a year and a half ago. From what Brad has told me, when you grow up in that kind of situation at home, it makes you have second thoughts about being open and trusting with other people. We haven't written anything here in the blog about how that's affected our relationship, but Brad's thinking about sharing some of that at some point.

Anyway, all this has made Brad and I think a lot about how important family is. We're all born into a family of some sort, and if you're lucky that family accepts you and loves you and cares about you. No family is perfect, but you always hope there's enough maturity on the parent's part to know how to handle the problems. If that maturity is not there, at some point it's important to find people in your life who you can trust and maybe make your "chosen family."

It feels good to us to see both Mark and John so happy. It's been less than a week since they first met each other but it reminds the two of us how excited and nervous we were during that first week after we met.

It also makes us feel good that both Mark and John trust us enough to talk about their feelings, ask our advice, and want our support. It's an awesome responsibility to be someone's "chosen family," and we feel like ours has just expanded.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I just saw that carrier pigeon fly by the window. It probably has a note from Mark and I need to see what's up. Talk to you guys later. Have a nice day.

Dancing in the Rain



What on Earth Catalog site.

A few weeks ago, CherBella sent us an email with a link to a web-catalog site for a "Dance in the Rain" box sign. If you remember, I wrote something back on August 8 about our little excursion with some friends to a gay bar in Providence, Rhode Island. Afterwards, we spent the night with some friends of theirs and returned to Boston the next day.

Well, here's a little excerpt from that post:

But, hey, folks, that's not the end of the story. Our "bedroom" was actually the living room with a queen-size sleeper sofa. There's a sliding glass door that opens from that room onto a really nice deck overlooking the backyard and the wooded. So, when Matt woke me up the next morning (much too early I was thinking), he was dragging me out of bed and leading me by the hand outside to the deck. We just had our underwear on and it had been raining during the night. There was still a light rain falling and Matt got to do something he's been talking about for a long time. He's been wanting to slow dance with me in the rain.

Nobody was up yet, so there we were, all by ourselves, holding each other and actually slow dancing in the rain. And Matt was making up this really sweet, sexy melody and humming it in my ear. I won't go into all the details about what was happening to our bodies -- if you've read this far you get the picture.

The weather here in Boston is rather mild today (it's suppose to be in the mid-60s) and there's rain forecast for tomorrow night. We just have a small-size back porch but who knows what we might be doing on that porch tomorrow night.

Putting in a full-size deck is one of the improvement projects Matt has in mind for this Spring. I think I might call it our Outside Dance Floor.

Family, Friends, New Traditions

Just a brief post today since it's still a holiday of sorts here in the U.S. 

Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, is a huge shopping day when some people start lining up at midnight (or for some chain stores, even earlier) shopping.

Thank God I hate going to malls because it always looks like total madness when you watch these people on TV rushing into stores, sometimes knocking each other aside, trying to get their shopping carts full with items that are sometimes 60 to 80% off the regular price. If you're one of these people, no offense, but I've never understood the appeal other than you can really get great discounts on lots of items. I think it was last year that one or two people were killed when a store opened it's doors at midnight and people rushed in and trampled on other shoppers. 

We had a really nice Thanksgiving yesterday. I had invited a friend from one of my classes, who's from Italy, to join me and Brad as we made the rounds at our parent's homes. Giovanni (not his real name, but I've always liked the sound of it) was just planning on eating lunch and dinner at the university cafeteria. He came over early yesterday and went with us to my parent's house around noon and then Brad's parent's house around 3:00 PM. He also joined us for desserts at our house, and we had invited him to spend the night with us if he liked.

Giovanni is a really nice person and he arrived bringing 3 bottles of Italian wine (the real stuff) he had gotten a friend of his to purchase. You have to be 21 to buy alcohol in Massachusetts. He brought one bottle for my parents, one bottle for Brad's parents and he gave one bottle to me and Brad.

I had also invited a friend of mine to come over around 6:00 PM for Brad's wonderful dessert buffet. This friend, Mark (not his real name), was kicked out of his parent's house when he was 16 when he told his parents he was gay. He lives now in an apartment with 4 other people and wanted to spend the day with them, but he came over at 6:00 to spend the rest of the evening with us. We had also invited him to spend the night.

Brad invited a friend of his (I'll call him John, which is not his real name) from high school, who also has a really strained relationship with his parents since coming out to them, to join us at 6:00. Brad told him he would be welcome to spend the night also, if he wanted to.

We ate a light dinner at my parents, since it was going to be just round one for the day. My family fell in love with Giovanni. He's 20, a little shy, about as cute as you can imagine, and completely straight. When he presented his gift bottle of Italian wine to my parents, I think they immediately fell in love with him. My dad used his wine, among some other bottles from his own collection, to make a toast to everyone, which is a family tradition we have before dinner.

My younger brother invited his new girlfriend, and I have to say I almost didn't recognize him! He's never put much effort into dressing up for anything. He's usually in jeans, a t-shirt and a baseball cap. Well, with his girlfriend there, the boy really outdid himself. I've never seen him in khaki pants before and he had this really nice emerald green sweater, and to top it off, he had gotten a hair cut and had obviously spent some time with jell to add some lift. I think for the first time I realized my little brother has grown up. In additon to obviously trying to impress his new girlfriend, he certainly impressed everybody in my family. My dad jokenly asked who he was and who had invited him to our home! LOL. He was a good sport and you could tell his girlfriend was loving it.

We went to Brad's parents later that afternoon and had an equally good time. If you remember from what Brad's written some time ago, he's always had a rocky relationship with his dad, until fairly recently. His dad had a problem with drinking and has been completely sober now for about a year-and-a half. Plus, thanks to some family counseling they've had, he and his dad seemed to have repaired their relationship quite a bit and his dad has even apologized for having called him some really hurtful names about Brad being gay when Brad was younger.

Around 6:00 PM, Brad, myself and Giovanni headed back to our house and were joined by my parents, Brad's parents and our two friends. It was really nice having nine guests to enjoy all the dessert baking Brad had done. Needless to say, the desserts were a huge hit!

After our parents left, it was just Brad, myself, Giovanni and our two friends. We were all so stuffed from two dinners and these unbelievably delicious desserts that we just sat around for a while talking and looking like five couch potatoes.

Giovanni volunteered to sleep on the sofa and John and Mark, who had never met each other before, took the guest bedroom. We both knew the two of them would hit it off and you could tell they were starting to crush on each other. We knew something was up when they were sitting beside each other all evening, and at one point were holding hands! These guys didn't waste any time! We had a sleeping bag ready and this inflatable mattress for one of them, and were going to offer the bed to the other. Well, they had other plans. They took the sleeping bag and inflatable mattress, but that bed looked too comfortable, I guess, because they ended up sleeping together.

So, today, we decided to start a new tradition for the day after Thanksgiving. We're going to be watching two movies, both classic in some way. We'll be watching the original Frankenstein in just a little while and then later on we'll be watching A Day at the Races with the Marx Brothers. Instead of popcorn, we've still got all these delicious desserts and Brad picked up some egg nog to top things off. I swear we're probably gonna gain 10 pounds from all this eating, but we know of some ways to lose it if that happens. They say vigorous exercise always helps, and you can probably guess what we have in mind! LOL.

Anyway, I started this off as a "brief post," but you know me! So, I'm gonna close now and get back to our guests. Thanksgiving has this new meaning for me now. Like the title I gave this post, it's all about Family, Friends and New Traditions. Hope everyone has a nice weekend. And, as Giovanni would say, buonasera!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving from both of us to you!

We're taking a few days off from posting to make last minute plans for the holiday.

Wherever you are in the world, we hope you'll take some time to think about what you have to be thankful for.

Probably everybody can come up with a list of things we're not thankful for, such as disappointments, things in our lives that cause us pain or make us sad.

Taking the time to make a "Things I'm Thankful For" list makes us think a little deeper about important people in our lives, important things that have happened to us, important things we do for others without expecting anything in return.

The two of us have written about many things we're thankful for. What are a few of the important things you have to be thankful for?

A Thanksgiving Update

Ha, Ha, Ha!! Matty found this pic somewhere and said that's how he wants me when I'm doing my Thanksgiving baking!

There's even a mixer in the background, which I don't have (hint, hint, Matty).

So, in spite of the fact that I do not look like that blond hottie, I try and have his smile when the Dessert Sneak (aka Matty) tries to sample everything that comes out of the oven. He really is like this little kid when he tries to distract me so he can lick the icing from the bowl or sneak some cookies.

He must have lots of experience from when his mom would bake because he's really a pro at it. How can I be mad or irritated when he's got a little icing on his lips and pretends he's all innocent? Plus, when he leans over to kiss me, I get to taste his lips and some icing! LOL.

Like I mentioned in Saturday's post, I did all kinds of baking, but mainly concentrated on pumpkin pies and cookies. Our next door neighbors (this young married couple) invited us over later that evening and I brought two pies I made to share with them. Matty says when the wife and I get together it's like we're long-lost girlfriends! She's really nice and likes to cook also so we spent time together in her kitchen and I helped her with some things she's making for their Thanksgiving dinner. And, boy, does she love to talk! And gossip! She's a lot of fun, but I need to watch what I say unless I want our business broadcast to the neighborhood!

Matty has always liked talking to the husband ever since we moved in here. He's one of the guys Matty goes running with in the evenings and the weekends. While we were visiting on Saturday night, he took Matty outside to this small shed where he has this whole woodcarving workshop and showed him all the stuff he's carved. Well, Matty is always in heaven when it comes to building or making things with his hands. 

The guy spent some time showing Matty how to use the woodcarving tools (oh, no... sharp objects in Matty's hands can be dangerous). Thankfully, the guy insists on wearing this special glove on the hand that's holding the wood in case the sharp tool slips!

Well, now Matty's hooked on woodcarving. The neighbor has been showing him how to make these wood snowmen (similar to the ones in the pic to the left) as a beginner's project. He's almost finished with one and he's actually pretty good.

So, maybe if I get my mixer for Christmas, Matty might get a woodcarving kit (hint, hint!).

When we got home that night I was so unfairly accused of having "spiked" the pumpkin pies with some kind of ingredient that makes you more horny than usual. He asked if cinnamon or cloves were considered an aphrodisiac! Well, you know where this is headed, right? We had a very nice evening, thank you very much! And for the record, with Matty anything and everything could probably be classified as an aphrodisiac. And, no, I did not spike the pies with anything that makes you have a higher sex drive! LOL.

The next morning, Snowman Boy got out of bed really early without waking me up. When I started smelling coffee aroma I jumped out of bed faster than I ever have knowing he was probably doing something in the kitchen (aka "Off Limits" to him. He refers to it as my Holy Space!). 

He had this huge grin on his face when I saw he had made breakfast for the two of us. Well, after quickly taking a glance at the stove to see if anything was still on, he said, "Good morning. I didn't use the stove." He had bought some of those frozen waffles and a box of frozen sausage links you just zap in the microwave, so the house was safe from burning down! And we had orange juice, coffee and some fresh fruit, all sweetly laid out. So, so adorable that he did that.

Anyway, I'm busy today continuing to make more pies and other dessert goodies for Thursday. Matty's out on a long run with some of the neighbors and he's been invited next door this afternoon to finish his snowmen. I think I could get use to being a housewife if I didn't have to work or start school in January. Now I just have to find some places to hide those pies and cookies so we'll have something to take to our families on Thanksgiving!

Odds & Ends: The Yard Boy and Thanksgiving Plans

Just some odds and ends today.

Now that I've got the Yard Boy (aka Matty) outside raking leaves where he's most happy when we do house cleaning things, I'm taking a short break between getting the house clean and starting my Thanksgiving cooking.

If you remember for a while back, we both figured out that we make a pretty good partnership when it comes to the division of labor with house maintenance matters. I have absolutely no interest in cutting the grass, raking leaves, trimming the hedges, etc. And Matty has some kind of serious phobia about being cooped up inside to vacuum, dust, clean closets and cook.

I've made it clear I'm in total charge of anything having to do with the kitchen. He's pretty much mastered the art of boiling water without burning the kitchen down and he can also press a button on the microwave to make us popcorn when we watch a movie. But that's it!

He absolutely has to stay away from any sharp objects like the knives and if he gets anywhere within 10 feet of the blender, he knows I'm gonna tackle him to the floor. A few weeks ago he was trying to make himself some kind of energy drink in the blender by mixing in all sorts of really gross smelling protein things. When he got it all in and pressed the button to blend it all together, the plastic top flew off and all that gross smelling liquid went spewing all over the kitchen! So the blender is now a no, no!

We have some really cool neighbors and Matty's made friends with the guy next door and this other man across the street. They saw him going for a run after we first moved in and invited him to join them in the evenings and on the weekends. Both these guys also love working outdoors in their yards, so now Matty has some "playmates" he can commiserate with about hating indoor house work!

I'm spending the rest of this afternoon getting a head start on some Thanksgiving baking. All I'm doing is making different pies, cakes and some cookies. For Thanksgiving we're going to Matty's parent's house around 12 noon, since they tend to celebrate a little earlier than my family. Around 3:00 we'll head over to my parent's house to spend some time with them and finish eating what we have room for in our tummies!

Then, at 6:00 that evening, both Matty's parents and mine, along with 3 of our friends, will meet at our house for all those desserts I'm starting to bake today. Matty invited a fellow student from one of his classes to join us who's from Italy and would be alone that day. And we have 2 friends who have really strained relationships with their parents to also join us.

Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday of the year. I love the cooking that's involved and it's a chance to show off all the baking skills my mom taught me, and believe me, she's a pro with desserts!

Matty says Christmas is his favorite holiday, and can we all guess why? Yes, is someone raising their hand? Yes, that's right. He's like this little kid with excitement when he gets to open all the presents he gets. And, it's the only time he actually likes to go shopping to buy presents for other people.

Anyway, I need to go check on Yard Boy before I get back to my baking. He always beams when I look excited to see how nice he's gotten the yard. Positive reinforcement is a godsend! Plus, he really does an exceptional job on the yard and my excitement to see what he's done is completely genuine.

So, hope everyone is having a nice weekend! Talk to you later!

The Virgin Chronicles: A Pearl (part 3)

NOTICE: Just so everyone knows, this post includes sexually explicit and graphic language.

In today's post I decided to tell things a little differently from the past two. I think it was pretty obvious from what I wrote yesterday that both Brad and I lost our virginity that night.

Over the past few weeks I've been thinking some about what is exactly involved when a gay guy looses his virginity. Did I technically lose my virginity at the exact moment when I fucked Brad? Most people would say it's pretty obvious that Brad lost his at that moment. But what about me? Was it when I penetrated him or was it when he penetrated me? And why does any of this matter? In the whole scheme of things it probably doesn't matter at all. I've just been thinking about it because of writing these posts.

Maybe I'm just over thinking everything (which I have a tendency to do anyway), but I don't think there's anything wrong in that. It's just been something kinda interesting to think about (at least to me).

If you think about straight guys losing their virginity, there's probably nothing to ponder, right? I guess most people would say it's when they fuck a girl, you know, when they have vaginal (or maybe anal) intercourse with a girl. When they penetrate.

But with gay guys, some are only tops and some are only bottoms. And some switch and do both. In talking to some of my gay friends three of them have 
said they have absolutely no desire to ever bottom. They've just never had any desire to be fucked (by which I mean to be the bottom). 

And I have two friends who only want to bottom. They have no desire to ever be the top. And I have some friends who say they just "go with the flow" and do whatever they're in the mood for at the moment.

For me, I had been dreaming and thinking about having sex with another guy ever since puberty started. Of course I never knew about all the different ways you could have sex. In the beginning all I was thinking about was wanting to look at naked guys, hold hands, kiss. I think that was all it meant to me. That's what I would fantasize about when I would jerk off.

When all those hormones started flowing it seemed like they never turned off. It was like I was horny at least 23 hours a day. I have no idea what it's like for girls so I don't know if it's the same for them as it is for guys. And to be truthful, I have no idea if being horny 23 hours a day is typical for other guys. All I can say is it was typical for me.

Of course, that whole "23 hour" thing is just a humorous exaggeration on my part to make the point that it felt like it was always on my mind around the clock. When I hit puberty I remember it never took much for me to get a hard-on. Sometimes I'd just be sitting at my desk in class trying to get ahead on my homework for the next day. I might be concentrating on trying to remember the date the Constitution was ratified and just like that, out of the blue, I would realize my dick was hard. I was never even aware it was starting to gradually get hard until after it was there. A full hard-on was sitting in my underwear! Just like that.

As I got older I started making up all these fantasies about what it would be like to kiss another guy and do other things. Then what it would be like to stand in front of a naked guy and just look at his body, front and back. Then what it would be like to touch him all over and do other things, like jerk him off and have him jerk me off.

When other guys at school would try to be "cool" (which should really be translated as "cruel"), they would sometimes make all these comments about how a particular boy (usually somebody skinny or shy or different in some way) really wanted to be fucked in the ass. Or how they really wanted to suck another boy's dick.

So naturally I began thinking about what all this meant. I mean, getting fucked in the ass, huh? Well, that got my attention (and interest). Then I started thinking about what it would be like to fuck another guy's ass. And that got me even more excited. So my fantasy life was really expanding. I remember thinking about some cute guys I'd love to fuck in the ass. That's what I started thinking about more than anything else. Why? I have no idea. All I know is thinking about fucking another guy's ass seemed to always play center stage for me.

That night in Newport I remember wanting so badly to fuck Brad, meaning be the top. When I got out of bed to get the lube that was still on the table, I returned to the bed and Brad was lying on his stomach. We hadn't talked about who would be the top or the bottom, but it was pretty obvious what Brad had in mind. And, to be honest, I couldn't have been more excited and turned on by that.

Needless to say, there was more to the whole thing than I had imagined. It was obvious that even with the lube, Brad was having a difficult time relaxing and the very last thing I ever wanted was to hurt him physically. In my earlier fantasies, going through puberty, I thought when I was able to finally fuck a guy, it would be a pretty simple thing. You just stuck your dick in the guy's ass and started fucking away. In the fantasies, you just kept doing that until you came in his ass.

Real life fucking for the first time was a lot more complicated. At first there was pain involved and you really had to take your time. This was not going to happen and be over with in 10 minutes. We both had to talk to each other while this was happening and I needed to be aware of how to make it easier for him and ultimately pleasurable. Whenever he would wince or tighten up or would make a sound that it was hurting or ask me to stop and rest, it just about killed me knowing it was hurting him. 

I've written before about how slowing myself down has always been difficult, especially when my brain is revving. That night, however, something different happened. It required no effort on my part to slow down. This was too special a night and my first concern was how to make this enjoyable for Brad.

I almost started crying when I heard how painful it was for him at the beginning. This became, however, one of those rare moments in my life when it took no effort on my part to slow myself down. I remember thinking we might have to delay the whole thing and try again at a later date. That would have been fine by me. Whenever this was going to happen, we both had to experience it as pleasurable and something really special and precious.

I think the first time getting fucked (or being the bottom) is probably the most difficult, or at least it gets a little easier each time. As you remember from yesterday's post, we took all the time we needed and it ended up being even better than I could have imagined.

After thinking about all this for a while, being the top means a couple of things to me. From a purely physical standpoint, there is this incredible  sensation that goes all through my body when I'm inside Brad. It's tight and is absolutely nothing like the feeling I get when using my hand to jerk myself off. I like being able to go fast, slow, gentle or even a little rougher. It's such a turn on waiting to see how Brad is responding. Or I can do this "teasing" thing by pulling out and waiting a few seconds before going back in. It not only gives me a physical high but it's also about seeing how he's experiencing pleasure that is such a turn on for me.

The other thing this all means to me is a little harder to describe. When I come inside him I know I'm giving him something my body has made and just knowing it's inside him is like an incredibly intimate thing. It's like even after I pull out, I'm still inside him. Just knowing I'm giving him that is so, so special to me. This may sound a little corny but it's almost like I'm giving him some of my masculine energy or masculinity.

During that night in Newport, without even giving it much thought, I knew right then I wanted to experience what Brad had. To be honest, I wasn't doing much "thinking" at the time and what you're reading here is me looking back on the whole night. All I remember is that I wanted Brad to fuck me.

I'd be repeating myself to describe the whole thing over again. My getting fucked happened in a very similar way that it did for Brad. How he got my ass ready. How painful it was at first. How it became less painful the more I relaxed. You can reread what I wrote yesterday and you'll get the idea.

Since we've been together, Brad prefers to bottom probably 95% of the time. I guess you can figure out where that leaves me. And you know what? It couldn't be a more perfect arrangement for us.

I have no memory of what time it was when we finally drifted off to sleep that night (or rather morning). Before we fell asleep, Brad remembered that bottle of non-alcoholic wine he picked up at the pharmacy. He got out of bed to get the bottle and two of those cheap, clear plastic cups they give you in motels. The bottle was room temperature and he added a few cubes of ice to the cups and poured us both a glass.

My parents had let me take sips of real wine at dinner before but this non-alcoholic stuff was, well, I hate to spoil the moment, but it was like what I imagine sewage tasting like. Did either of us say that or make a disgusting face when we took a sip? Nope. Not on your life. I think we were both thinking the exact same thing because we took just one really tiny sip and put the plastic cups back on the table. When we woke up the next morning, whatever was in that bottle went down the drain!

Oh, what was the toast we made? It was just something simple like, "To us. Forever." I remember at the time thinking those words were the most original and creative toast ever made in the history of the world!

Before we fell asleep, Brad decided to give me a name like I had done for him earlier. Again, I'll put it in dialogue form:

Brad: "So, I have a new name for you."

Me: "What's that?"

Brad: "My Pearl. You're my Pearl."

Me: "Nice. Why 'Pearl'?"

Brad: "Well, if a pearl comes out right, it's something that's perfect and lasts forever. And it's a thing of real beauty."

Me: "That's sweet. You're my Dove and I'm your Pearl."

Brad: "You don't think that's silly, do you?"

Me: "No. Not silly at all. A Dove means 'peace' and a Pearl means "forever.' That's not silly at all."

Brad: "You forgot to say a pearl is perfect and beautiful."

Me: "Okay. Forever... perfect... and beautiful."

Brad: "I like that."

Me: "Me too."

Brad: "Good night."

Me: "Good night."

I hope you guys enjoyed this. It gave Brad and I a chance to remember and relive a very special night.

The Virgin Chronicles: A Dove (part 2)

NOTICE: Just so everyone knows, this post includes sexually explicit and graphic language.

I have to be honest and say that when we finally got in the room and it was just the two of us, I had this weird feeling I never remembered having before. Neither one of us was very talkative at first. We just looked around the room for a second and I think I said something corny like, "It's nice."

We shut the door, and Brad put our bag of goodies on this round table and we just looked around the room for a second. Brad had this slight grin on his face and neither of us was saying a thing until he finally just looked at me like this little boy and said, "Hi."

Well, that broke the ice and we both started laughing. We then held each other, and if I remember right, started swaying a little bit, kind of like we were doing this slow dance.

I held him out from me a little ways so I could face him and just take in his sweet face. In some ways it felt so familiar but in another way it was really awkward. I think I said something really unromantic like, "So... Here we are."

There was no doubt about the fact that I was really nervous. Again, Brad saved the day. He took my hand and said, "Matty, why don't we just sit down on the bed a minute."

As soon as that happened, we started kissing and, of course, fell over on the mattress while we kissed and held each other for a while.

We then decided to take a shower, but not together. I think we both knew what would happen if we showered together. In spite of how nervous and awkward I was feeling, I was also super horny. We both were. That was pretty obvious while we were on the bed kissing. We had been doing some pretty heavy kissing and groping and I swear I was harder than I'd ever been before. At least that's how it felt. I was really worried about one of those spontaneous orgasms happening before I was ready. I wanted to save that for a little later.

And you know what else I was thinking? Before we did anything I wanted the chance to read the "instructions" on the lube box. I know. I know. My brain was going from the romantic to the practical and back again. So, yeah. I was nervous. But I thought there might be one of those instruction sheets you find sometimes like inside a box of cough medication.  I know. I know. Don't say it. And quit laughing! It ought to be pretty obvious that you just squirt some of that stuff where you want it and do your thing. But I was already nervous about things going right and wanted everything to be just right, you know?

Plus, it was getting late and my LAP meds ("Little Attention Pills" for any new readers) start wearing off in the evening. So this was another worry I had. I mean, I can look back now and see the humor in all this. But, hey, I had never had full-on sex and ADHD at the same time! Like, I didn't want my brain to start spazzing out because there was too much going on. I really, really wanted to focus. I wanted this night to be special.

So, I suggested that Brad take his shower first and this would give me the chance to study the lube box or that instruction sheet that must be inside.

When he came out of the shower, he had a towel around his waist and was using another towel to dry his hair. He looked so beautiful and I know my mouth went completely dry because I couldn't say a word. And I swear to God I thought I was going to cream my pants right then! Right then and there. Sitting at that table with the lube instructions in my hands. Not a pretty sight, right?

I just got up, went over to him, and gave him a kiss. He turned me toward the bathroom and just said, "Okay. Your turn." I smiled back and said, "I'll be right out. Just stay here, okay?" I swear to God I actually said that! "Just stay here, okay?" Like he was planning on going anywhere. So, yeah, my mind was already revving. But he didn't embarrass me by pointing how I was stumbling over my words and saying silly stuff. He just smiled and said, "Go take your shower."

When I got out of the shower he had his boxers on and was lying on the bed with his arms clasped behind his head. He was looking at me and all he said was, "I'm still here." I grinned when I saw the bulge in his boxers and just said, "Yeah, I can see that."

He already had all the lights turned off except for the one lamp by the bed and it was one of those that has a dimmer, so the room had gone from this bright commercial motel room to something that was a lot more relaxed.

Before I hit the bed, Brad motioned me over and undid the towel around my waist. I reached over and slid his boxers down and joined him in the bed. It's always fun to see how our dicks somehow point out in different directions. His points straight up against his tummy and mine points out straight ahead. 

Well, I was on top of him before I knew it and we were kissing and making out like it was our very first time. I mean, totally enjoying every second. It was the first time I felt this incredible freedom to see all his body and kiss and taste every inch of him.

We both went from some really incredible kissing to sucking each other's cock and back to the mouth.  Judging from all the moaning going on and how our bodies were grinding against each other, it was pretty obvious we were both about ready to come. I don't know who was the first, but it seemed like we both came at the same time. Brad was on his back and I was on top of him. Our kissing was pretty intense and almost rough and our hands were all over each other. Then it happened that our cocks emptied out all the cum there was inside while we were still grinding against each other.

We just kept holding each other really tight for a while, and then I raised up a little and straddled him. All the cum that was on our chests and stomachs was obviously all mixed together. I used my fingers to take some of the cum, both mine and Brad's together, and tasted it. Then I took some more with my fingers and Brad got his taste. Then we kissed each other for a while and enjoyed this incredibly new taste. It's hard to describe but it felt like we were sharing each other's body in a completely new way.

Well, since things were pretty sticky all over, I went to the bathroom and came back with some warm water wash cloths and towels so we could clean up.

It was one of those times when neither of us had a whole lot of words to say to each other. We just held each other for a while, kissed some more, and went back to holding on to each other. Any kind of sex, or I guess I should say, any kind of sexual release, always makes me feel drained and sleepy. I think under ordinary circumstances we both would have probably just fallen asleep at this point, in each other's arms, and had the most restful sleep in our lives. But we both knew there was more to come and there was no way we were going to sleep at this point.

We took a break to not only enjoy what had just happened but also to give our bodies time to do their thing in getting ready for what was to come. It's not like we were just counting the minutes before we were able to come again, but more like we were just enjoying not talking with words and letting our embrace and kisses say everything there was to say. I had never communicated with another person like this before, and I wanted to savor every bit of it.

It might have been maybe 20 or 30 minutes later since I wasn't watching the clock, but at some point I got out of bed and walked over to the table to get one of the tubes of lube. I also picked up the towel that was on the floor beside the bed.

When I got back under the covers, Brad was already on his tummy and I just softly ran my hands from his hair, his neck, his shoulders, down his spine and rested for a while on both cheeks of his beautiful, full, ripe ass. I think I may have run my hands down each of his legs, but they kept coming back to his ass. So, so smooth. So, so full. Just beautiful.

He lifted up a few inches and I was able to reach under between his legs and play with his balls and then his cock. It was obvious he was going to lose his virginity first. And, believe me, that was what I was hoping for.

I spread his ass cheeks and the light was bright enough that I could see his hole. I swear I think I could have had one of those spontaneous orgasms right then and there.

I got the lube and remembered all the complicated instructions about how to use this stuff. I still remember the entire step-by-step instructions: "Apply desired amount of lubricant to your intimate areas. Reapply as needed." That was it. Duh!

So, since I'm pretty good at following instructions, I followed those directions to a T. I knew my fingers were going to become an "intimate area" when they went inside Brad's hole to get him ready. And I knew his hole was definitely an "intimate area." Oh, and I knew my cock was an "intimate area," but that could wait for a while. First things first, right?

I got him ready using one finger. When I tried two fingers I could tell it was hurting him some, so I just took my time and continued using one finger. I used some more lube on my finger and his hole and eventually tried a second finger and I could tell by how he was responding that he was relaxing more. It was almost like he was wanting my fingers to be a lot longer than they were because he kept pushing back against my hand when I went inside him further. As I was doing this, he raised his ass and I moved my fingers around the rim and did some light finger-wiggling inside him. I could tell he was relaxing more and more and when he said, "Matty, I want you to fuck me," I knew he was ready.

I got some more lube and put a little more just inside him and then put a good bit on my cock. I wasn't sure if there was enough on either place, but I wanted to take my time and get it right. Plus, the instructions said to "Reapply as needed."

I  turned Brad over on his back and took a pillow to prop his ass up a little, being careful that the lube he had down there didn't get wiped away on the sheets. I wanted to see his face and be able to kiss him while I was fucking him. I didn't just want to make love to his body, but I wanted to make love to him and I wanted to see him while this was happening.

I knew enough from some reading I had done and pictures I had seen that his legs would need to be up some, so I spread his legs apart and got between them and got him to rest one leg on one of my shoulders and the other leg on the other.

Now it was time for applying some lube to the last remaining "intimate area," my cock. What happened next was a little more complicated that I had thought. Sure, the lube helped things but this was going to go a little slower than I thought. Which was fine by me because I wanted to do this right and I wanted both of us to enjoy what was happening.

My cock is somewhat thick and I was so scared of hurting him and this whole thing turning into a major disaster. I used some more lube on his hole and my cock and then entered him very slowly, just going in a half-inch, then an inch, taking my time until he got use to how it felt. He asked me to stop a couple of times so he could relax. I just massaged him a little more until he was ready. 

When I knew he was ready for more, I started slowly, very slowly, going in and out maybe an inch or two at a time. Several times he asked me to stop and hold things like they were. He whispered, "Let me just relax a minute." I leaned down to kiss him and we just enjoyed each other that way for a while.

When he was ready, I started going inside just a little ways, then stopping, then coming out some, then going back inside a little further. Trying each time to go in a little more. It took a while before I was finally able to go in all the way. Then I just stopped when I was all the way inside him. I wanted to enjoy what that was feeling like and to make sure Brad was okay.

Then when he started moving into my cock this time he seemed so relaxed and ready. There seemed no hesitation at all on his part and I started fucking him at a steady pace, slowly at first, but then going a little faster.

I was amazed that I could lean down and look into his face and kiss him while still fucking him. Amazing feeling. Totally amazing.

Well, things eventually really shifted into gear, and it wasn't long before I realized I was ready to cum. I had been afraid to play with his cock and balls while all this had been going on, because I wanted us both to come at the same time. But, hey, whatever was going to happen would happen and I'd be happy with it all. 

Right before I came, I started stroking his cock and could tell this is exactly what he wanted. He was thrusting back into my cock and I was stroking his cock and we both started making these sounds that were really amazing. It didn't take long before I came inside him and he started coming all over his tummy and chest and a little of his cum hit him on his chin.

Before I pulled out, I leaned in again to kiss him and tell him how much I loved him. It was also my chance to taste that little bit of cum on his chin.

I can look back now and realize how I was aware that I had just given him something my body had made. Just knowing my cum was inside him made me feel what had happened was incredibly intimate. Even after I pulled out, I was still inside him.

We held each other for a while and didn't say much. After cleaning up we continued holding each other for a while longer. We were facing each other and I told him what I was thinking. I can probably write this best by putting it in dialogue form:

Me: "I have a new name for you."

Brad: "What?"

Me: "My Dove. You're my little Dove."

Brad: (smiling) "I like that. Why did you pick 'Dove'?"

Me: "You know how those white Doves are like symbols for peace?"

Brad: "Yeah."

Me: "That's what I think you do for me. You give me all this peace inside."

Brad: "I like that." (He waited a few minutes and then continued)
           "I have a name for you, too."

Me: "What?"

Brad: "My little Virgin."

Me: "Hmmm. You mind if that's just a temporary name?"

Brad: "Yeah, but we have to use names that apply. You're still my little Virgin."

Me: "I'd really like to lose that name. You know anybody with experience who knows how to do that?"

Brad: (laughing) Yeah. Turn over and hand me that lube."

Tune in tomorrow for the final installment.

The Virgin Chronicles: Newport (part 1)

After Brad and I had been dating for maybe 3 or 4 months, I began thinking about whether we could consider ourselves a "couple." I know that may sound strange because we had never actually said we didn't want to see other people. There was just this unspoken understanding that we were boyfriends and it seemed obvious that neither of us wanted to date anybody else. And even though we had never said the word "love" to each other, it was pretty clear to both of us that we were beginning to fall in love, or had fallen in love.

At some point in the following weeks and months, we began having these serious talks about where we wanted our relationship to go. Looking back on it now it's kinda funny to see how we were avoiding using the "love" word. Even though I had never been in love with anyone before, I felt certain I was in love with Brad. I guess saying that word out loud meant we were making everything official and it also felt like we were moving into some kind of unknown territory. It felt so right and at the same time felt scary.

Well, we eventually said "I love you" to each other and for me there was this almost overwhelming feeling of joy and hope and excitement. There was also this overwhelming sense of seriousness mixed in with everything else. I felt like this little kid and also felt like a mature adult. It was exciting and fun but also pretty daunting.

Like we've written before, we started having these really serious talks about sex. We both were pretty aware of all the information out there about HIV and other infections you could get under certain circumstances when you were sexually active. So, this led to the whole talk we had about whether we were going to use condoms when we decided to have full-on sex.

We also had this talk with each other about whether we had slept with anybody before and what kinds of things we had each done sexually with anybody else. I'm not going into all that again here since we just recently wrote about that. The bottom line was that neither of us had ever had anal sex with anybody. This is what I meant in the last paragraph about "full-on sex." Both of us had given each other blow jobs, but that's as close to "full-on sex" as we had come (no pun intended!). We weren't even totally naked when those blow jobs happened.

Well, we had never really talked about planning a time to have anal sex. I know I had been thinking about how it might happen. If you know anything about how my brain works, you already know I was planning something that involved dressing up and going out to dinner at a really classy restaurant and then going to a fancy hotel. There would be candles (even though hotels have those sprinkler systems and we would probably have an indoor shower that would mess everything up and end up getting arrested for having "fire" in the room!), really romantic music, imported chocolate, whipped cream, a hot tub or jacuzzi in the bathroom and all sorts of similar things.

I think, however, we just knew it would happen whenever it did and regardless of all the trappings, it would somehow be the way it should.

In the meantime we were just going to continue spending time with each other and let things unfold naturally.

Anyway, one of the things I knew about Brad was that he really loved jazz music. There was this jazz band in his high school and they use to have these concerts after school and that's how he developed his interest. He had already told me he had this dream about one day going to the Newport Jazz Festival in Newport, Rhode Island. The Festival has a reputation for having all the major jazz musicians and singers and if you are serious about jazz, then you've probably heard about the Newport Festival. Two of Brad's favorites (he calls them his "jazz gods"), John Coltrane and Miles Davis, had performed there, along with Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong and tons of other jazz legends. The Festival is always scheduled for some time in August each year, so the one for this year had already happened.

I began thinking about taking him to Newport on just a day trip one weekend. It's probably about an hour and a half, two hours at the most, from where we were to Newport. I thought it would be nice to show him Fort Adams (this Civil War fort) where the Festival was held and some other places I knew about in Newport. He had never been there before and I had been three or four times with my family. So, we planned a day trip one weekend.

When we were driving over the Newport Bridge onto the island, Brad looked totally dazed at the spectacular view of the harbor. I was trying to point out some things to him but he was turned with his back to me just staring out the window. I decided to stop talking and just let him take in all the beauty.

We went to the Cliff Walk (that's a picture of it to the left and up a little), which is a pedestrian trail on some high cliffs overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.

Then we had lunch at this restaurant on Thames street in the historic district. It's called Salas' Restaurant and even though it's not a fancy place, it has the best seafood I've ever eaten (in addition to superb Italian food). There's one part of the restaurant that overlooks Newport Harbor and that's where I told our server we wanted to sit. Luckily they had a table open with a spectacular view of the water.

We then went to a lot of other really cool places, but toward the late afternoon, we got in the car and I took him along Ocean Drive. It's one of my favorite places in Newport. The Drive eventually curves around and goes along the opening of Narragansett Bay. I remember watching the sunsets there when our family visited.

We got out of the car and were sitting together on the bank, with my arm around Brad. We were hardly talking since the beauty of the place was so spectacular. After a while, since it was getting a little late in the afternoon, I suggested we get ready to leave and head back to Boston. Brad didn't say anything but just snuggled up closer to me. He leaned in further and I had both my arms around him, just cuddling.

When I said, "Baby, it's beautiful here, but maybe we better start heading back," he didn't say anything but I could tell something was wrong. He put his hand on his face and it seemed like he wiping away some tears.

I turned him around to look at him and saw he had some tears coming down. "Brad, what's the matter? What's wrong?"

He just looked up at me and stared in my face for a second and said, "I love you so much. I don't want to leave here. I want to stay here with you."

I asked him if he wanted to stay a little later and have dinner and then leave after it was dark. He just looked back and said, "Yeah. I'd like to have dinner. But I want to spend the night with you here. Can we?"

We checked how much cash we had and figured we'd have to find a place just outside Newport since it's a big tourist spot and rooms would be extremely expensive. We found a really nice small motel in Middletown which is just over the Newport town limits.

After getting the room, Brad was being all shy and couldn't seem to keep from holding on to me the whole time. I asked him what he had in mind (I can be so clueless sometimes). He just said, "Do you want to drive down the street to that pharmacy we saw and get some things?" We hadn't brought anything like a toothbrush or toothpaste or other things, since we were just planning on this being a day trip. It was a good idea so off we went.

On the way to the pharmacy, he leaned over and asked if we could get some other things, too. I said, "Sure. Like what?" He said, "Well, maybe like some snacks, some soda, some lube, some shampoo. Whatever else we need when we get there."

The only word I heard was "lube." I swear this is the truth, but I almost ran off the road. He grabbed the steering wheel to keep us from having a wreck. Luckily the pharmacy was just another block away.

Before we got out of the car we just looked at each other. He said, "I know. I sorta slipped the lube in there. Guess you noticed?" I just said, "Yeah. I heard that." He waited and then said, "Well?" I said, "Yeah, let's get some lube. Some on."

Brad grabbed one of those plastic shopping things you put your stuff in and sent me to get the lube while he got some toothbrushes and all the other stuff.

I finally found the aisle where the "feminine products" (as they're called) and the condoms were. Next to the condoms were several different boxes containing tubes of "lubrication" (as they're called!). I grabbed a box and then thought maybe I should get two. I mean, who knows how this works? When I grabbed the second box, they both accidentally slipped out of my hand and went crashing to the floor. Tell me I wasn't nervous! Those things hit the floor in such a way that it sounded like a small gun had shot and, of course, people were turning to look and I was pretty sure a store manager was headed my way to check things out. I picked up both boxes and was walking away to find Brad but decided to turn around to get a third tube. Okay, stop laughing. I had never bought "lubrication" before so what did I know?

I found Brad waiting for me close to the checkout. He had found everything, including a bottle of this non-alcoholic wine. I put all three tubes of lube in the basket and his eyes zeroed in on those three boxes, then looked at me with this look that said, "Huh?" I just said, "I just want to make sure we have enough." He said, "Okay." He was still smiling and I said, "Well, if we don't need all this we can donate it to a food pantry or something." He said, "A food pantry?" I said, "Yeah. Or a homeless shelter or something." He almost started laughing and I just said, "Come on. Let's pay for this stuff and leave, okay? Please?"

I don't think either of us said a word on the way back to the room, other than, "Today was nice." "Yeah. I had a good time." "Me, too." "Yeah."

When we walked in, we both looked around like we had never seen this room before. It was a little disorienting. And awkward. And I knew my heart was beating faster than usual. My mouth was really dry. I tried to say something but wasn't really sure what to say.

I just looked at Brad and he was looking at me. I finally said, "Well. Why don't we close the door?" He smiled and said, "Oh. Yeah. Okay."

So the door was closed. We were alone together. Brad was still holding the bag from the pharmacy. I figured I needed to say something, but what came out next was totally unexpected. I'll pick up here tomorrow.

NOTICE: Just so everyone knows, tomorrow's post is going to include sexually explicit and graphic language. Just saying.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Brad!

Guess who turned 19 today?

Happy Birthday, my love! You're getting two dozen red roses today and I'm sending your mom a dozen white roses since she was responsible for giving birth to the man I love.

Love you,

Matty

A Technical Delay

Just a brief update on the blog. I've been trying to get today's post published, but have had one problem after another. All kinds of weird technical things have been happening. Once I thought I had lost everything, then it reappeared, then some other strange technical things started happening. I have no clue what caused this but it appears things are hopefully back to normal. We'll see.

So, I'm making an important announcement in Tuesday's post. I hope you'll check it out. It's a pretty big deal, at least to Brad and I.

Then on Wednesday (ta da!) I'll put up "The Virgin Chronicle" as promised! I'm actually proud of how it turned out, and I hope you enjoy it.

Thanks for your patience and understanding.

Some Pics For Your Visual Enjoyment

I'm planning on finishing the last post on losing my virginity over the weekend. In the meantime, I thought I'd share some pics I've gotten from various sites on the web. Hope you enjoy them!

And last, but certainly not least:

Taking My Time

I was planning today on finishing the series about how I lost my virginity. The two posts I've already done we're pretty easy to write, but the one I was going to put up today is taking a little longer.

The one I'm writing now is special to me. Very special. I've been working on it for about four days and still can't get it just like I want. It's going to be a lot about my feelings and I've also decided to go into more explicit sexual details than I thought I would. And I'm comfortable with both the feelings part and the sexual description part.

What I've written so far  just hasn't come out like I wanted. Parts of it sounded like what you might read in a Hallmark greeting card and the words just sound empty. I don't know how that happened but I do know that what I'm trying to write is very special to me and when I post it, I want to be proud of it. It just doesn't seem ready yet.

Secondly, I've gone back and forth with whether I want to be more explicit with the sexual piece of it. I don't want it to sound like I'm writing a script to a porn movie (do those things even have scripts?). What I mean is, I don't want it to come out sounding like, "And then I took his cock in my mouth and then I played with his balls and then I pinched his nipples and then I kissed his lips and then I put my tongue in his mouth and then I put one finger in his ass and then I...." I'm not writing a porn script. I'm writing about something that's very personal and meaningful to me. I want to describe what happened, why it happened like it did and what I was feeling about it.

I'm trusting you will all understand because I've read the comments people have left in other posts about how I should take my time and post things when I'm ready. I put too much pressure on myself sometimes and I'm going to do this differently. I'm determined to just slow myself down until I get it like I want. For me, it's worth the wait.

Thanks for understanding.