Virgin Hero Week, Matty's 'Virginity' and a Contest



Click here to go there: Joyfully Jay.

One of the things we like to do when we can grab a little time is go through the "Followers" of our blog and see which people are attached to a blog they write. It's always fun to see what kind of things other people are doing out there in the blogosphere.

We first met the writer of the blog we're featuring today over at Goodreads and found out she keeps a blog where she reviews romance novels, "...along with all the other random thoughts spinning around in my head."

So we both did a double-take last week when we saw she was going to have this thing called "Virgin Hero Week."

"Virgin Hero Week"???? That's a new on for us! Never heard of books that feature a character who is a virgin. But, it certainly got our attention for some reason.

Then, get this, she said virgin hero stories are, ..."one of my all time favorite romance tropes!" Well... to be honest we were going to send her an email to let her know she misspelled "troops." We thought she meant to say she liked romance stories about virgin military troops.

So we had this image of stories about some Special Force military troop where all these hot, rugged virgin military men were loosing their virginity to each other when they were not on the battlefield! Seriously, that's what we thought!

Then Brad, being the ever practical one, decided to do a search on "trope" and discovered that it just meant, "... a common pattern, theme or motif in literature." Well, there went our original fantasy out the door! (But we will want to see "Virgin Special Force Military Men" as a trope! Some author(s) better get to work on that. We think there's a market for it, okay?)

Anyway, if you have any kind of interest in virgin heroes as characters in romance novels, you might want to head over to her blog to see what she's reviewing for the next 5 days. Here's the link: Joyfully Jay.

So, in addition to hopefully introducing more of our readers to Joyfully Jay's Blog, we also want to announce a "contest." And, as a side note, this "contest" involves Matty's so-called Virginity (or lack thereof), so read on:

Once Joyfully Jay ends her week of reviewing Virgin Heroes (which is November 5), we will be offering a prize to one lucky follower of her blog, as well as a treat for our readers. Here's how it works:

On November 6, if the "Followers" at Joyfully Jay's site are between 50-60, one of her followers will receive a gift of one book she reviews during the week.

If, on November 6, the number of "Followers" at her site are between 61 and 75, one of her followers will receive a gift of any 2 books she reviewed during the week.

If, on November 6, the number of "Followers" at her site is at least 76 (plus), one of her followers will receive a gift of any 3 books she reviewed during the week. And, Matty will write something on our blog about his own "deflowering."  

To be eligible, you have to be an official "Follower" of Joyfully Jay's site. If you're already a Follower, you're already eligible. Any "Follower" of Joyfully Jay is eligible. You do not have to be a "Follower" at this blog (even though that would be nice, it's just not a requirement). This contest is being sponsored solely by this blog and gifts are made by us.

So, in addition to having some fun reading about Virgin Heroes and possibily being eligible to receive a book, or books, we're still waiting for some stories about Special Force military men who are loosing their virginity with each other! Please?

How I Lost My Virginity, part 2

The post I'm putting up tomorrow is just about finished. It was actually a lot of fun to write about, so hope you tune in!

P.S. Please forgive me for these "teasers." I've never actually ever done this before. Oh, wait, that's what a virgin usually says! Geez......

How I Lost My Virginity

Yep. You read that right. I guess you could call this a "tease" to get you to check out the post this coming Monday.

It's still not completely written, so, in the meantime how about a little fun?

How many virgins does it take to "screw in" a light bulb?

Matt & Brad as Little Red Riding Hood & Big Bad Wolf

We're going to a Halloween Party this weekend and decided to go as two characters we sometimes pretend to be when we're feeling frisky and want go from vanilla sex to something more, well, imaginative or kinky.

Guess who's going as the Big Bad Wolf? It's a role just made for me (Matty)! 

The version of the story we found is pretty cool. Remember those lines in the fairy tale (see, it really is about being gay after all!) where the Big Bad Wolf gets to the grandmother's house and swallows her whole? I swear that's what the version we found says! 

Well, think about that line a minute! The Wolf swallows whole!! Just stop and think about that, will you?

Now come on, what does that remind you of, huh? I've gotten pretty good at the whole "swallowing whole" thing, just ask Brad! "Yummy, yummy, yummy," The Big Bad Wolf Says!

Then Little Red Riding Hood gets to her grandmother's house and sees what she thinks is her grandmother in bed, but is really the Big Bad Wolf. Now, who do we all know who would look so cute and sexy as Little Riding Hood? 

That's right. Brad. And just get a close look at that corset thing in that pic ------------------------------------>

In the fairy tale, Little Red Riding Hood  arrives and notices that her grandmother looks very strange. Little Red Riding Hood then says, "What big hands you have!" She then says,  "My, what big teeth you have!" to which the wolf replies, "The better to eat you with" and swallows her whole, too. 

Okay, did you get that? "Swallows her whole"! Think about that. And just imagine what might be happening as the Wolf struggles to get that corset thing untied. What might possibly be making it "hard" for him to get his fingers working right to untie that damn thing? Huh?  And what kind of position is Little Red Riding Hood in while the Wolf is trying to get things untied, huh?

But, eventually, the central question is, "Will Little Red Riding Hood tame that Big Bad Wolf? Or will the Big Bad Wolf get that corset untied and start on his swallowing thing?"

So, now it's your turn! What are you doing on Halloween? Huh?

Video: You're My Lighthouse

Brad and I are so lucky to have the amazing friends we've met through our blog. We appreciate all the comments everyone leaves and we also appreciate the private messages people send us. It's always a treat when someone sends us a link to some music we've never heard of before.

We got a message from the other day from Becky who said she wanted to share this music from her favorite band, who, she said, "...happen to all be Irish hotties." She said she thought of us after that post (Matty in the Morning) the other day when I talked about how Brad put my ADHD meds out on the table in the morning so I wouldn't forget to take them.

We wanted to share it with you and hope you enjoy it as much as we have.

Is There a Dom in the House?

I thought it would be kinda fun to play off something Matt said in that second comment he made in the last post he wrote ("Matty in the Morning"). He was talking about how he wished he could be leaving more comments to what people were saying but that there was a "taskmaster" in the house, whom he playfully referred to as the Director of House Management (I'm pretty sure it was 'playful,' right Matty?).

Well, said "Director" has been located and is writing this post. We've been making really good progress in getting the house organized and clean and I'd say it's starting to look pretty nice. There's still a lot of things we'd like to do, but we're not killing ourselves to have everything look perfect.

One thing the "Director" is learning is that Matt had much rather be outdoors. The "Director" didn't realize this until after a few incidents where it was obvious Matt was feeling all closed in when assigned chores inside the house.

We sat down this weekend and talked about different things that needed attention, like the bathroom really needed a thorough cleaning, all the kitchen cabinets needed shelf paper, the closets needed organizing, the rooms that have carpeting needed vacuuming, etc., etc. Not insurmountable and really no big rush to get it all done in one day.

So, Matt agreed to do the vacuuming and clean the bathroom and the "Director" agreed to paper the kitchen cabinets and organize the closets.

So, Matt does the vacuuming first but had to keep calling the "Director" for help in moving pieces of furniture so he could get under things. Then the vacuum cleaner accidentally had a collision with this pole lamp we have in the living room and went crashing to the floor. He was trying really hard to do a good job, but accidents do happen sometimes.

After doing a really good job of cleaning up after the collision and completing all the vacuuming that needed to be done, he makes a suggestion that we take a break and I make us a little snack and relax with him. That relaxing break somehow got extended into a bunch of kissing and making out and what was meant to be just a brief period where we could catch our breath and talk, ended up leaving us, well, pretty drained! The "Director" wonders if Matt planned the whole thing so we would end up too drained to do anymore work! (Just kidding, Matty.)

Well, we get all cleaned up and map out what we're going to do next. The "Director" heads back to the kitchen to finish the cabinets and Matt heads to the bathroom to start cleaning there. The shower has seen a lot of use, believe me, and needed a lot of elbow grease used on it. Plus, there's the sink, the medicine cabinet, the mirror, the space under the sink and the tile floor.

The "Director" finishes with the kitchen cabinets and calls down the hall to Matt to see how he's doing. No answer. The "Director" calls again, this time a little louder. No answer. The "Director" heads down the hall to the bathroom and the door is closed. Okay. Probably just "taking care of business" or something. The "Director" returns to cleaning and organizing the closets.

After about half an hour, the "Director" goes back down the hall to see if Matt needs any help. The door is still closed and no sound is coming through the door, like the sound of scrubbing, water running, etc. The "Director" knocks and all of a sudden there's the sound of water running and what sounds like scrubbing. All quite in there one minute. All busy sounds the next minute.

Matt opens the door just a crack and smiles.

"Director:" Need any help?

Matt: Nope. I'm fine.

"Director:" Got all the supplies you need?

Matt: Yep.

"Director:" Well. Okay.

Matt: Okay.

"Director:" Can I come in?

Matt: Well... You need to use the bathroom?

"Director:" No.

Matt: Okay. I'll be finished in a few minutes.

"Director:" Okay. Call if you need any help.

Matt: Okay.

The door closes and the "Director" hears water running and all kinds of busy activity. A short while later, Matt comes out and finds the "Director" organizing the closet in the bedroom. He says something like, "Well, uh, can I just say I'm really hating cleaning the bathroom? Could we maybe switch or something?" Matty then "confesses" to being bored in there and was on his laptop checking email and chatting up a few friends.

The "Director" says, "Sure. No problem. What had you rather be doing?" Well, Matt smiles and says, "Can we take another break and talk about it?" Big grin on Matt's face and the "Director" knows exactly what kind of "talking" he has in mind. So, we take a break and it dawns on the "Director" that being inside on a nice day is the last thing on Matt's mind.

Before this "relaxing break" turns into another episode where our clothes find their way off our bodies and we end up even more drained that before, the "Director" says, "Hey, it's a really nice day outside. Do you want to rake leaves and maybe trim the hedges?" Without missing a beat, Matt says, "Yeah. Sure. I'd love to do that!" The "Director" breaks out in a huge grin and this grin is returned by Matt and he's got this major happy look breaking out on his face.

"You hate working inside, don't you?" the "Director" asks.

"Oh, God, yes. You're not mad or anything, are you?"

The "Director" then makes the moves on Matt before anything else is said. Before either of us knows what's happening, we look down and notice there's all these clothes on the floor. Since we don't have any choice at that point, we just grin at each other, shrug our shoulders and go at it again.

Afterwards, Matt finds the rake and happily heads to the front yard. The "Director" watches him from the window and sees one happy guy working furiously on getting those leaves into piles. And what's this? That guy in the front yard looks like he's totally in his element. He only stops for a few minutes to talk to the next-door-neighbor, then he's back at work. So, we now have the best looking yard in the neighborhood!

Matt comes inside and asks the "Director" to come look. Matt puts his arms around the "Director's" shoulders, beaming, and says, "Whatddya think?" The "Director" smiles and says, "I think we might get 'Yard of the Month'." Matt says, "Think so, huh?" and gives the "Director" a kiss on the cheek. The "Director" says, "Hey. I think it's time for another 'break'."

Matt and the "Director" head inside for Break Number Three. Yeah, I think we've now found our groove.

Later that night, Matt says, "I think I'm gonna promote the 'Director of House Management' to 'House Dom.' The "Director" is going, "Huh?" Matt just smiles and says, "You were so patient with me today and I appreciate that. When it comes to doing stuff I hate doing, though, I think I might need a Dom to move me along." Big, big evil grin on Matt's face.

So there you have it. The little story of how Brad, the "Director of House Management" got promoted to "House Dom." Oh, boy. Now I gotta go reading up on  that job description! Somehow I think Matt has more in mind that just a playful title and a request for a little more assertiveness from me.

Guess we have some more talking to do. You know, just to clarify matters. Isn't that what you're suppose to do in a loving relationship? Talk. Communicate. Clarify. Make your lover happy? So, we'll see where this goes.

In the meantime, we're aiming for "Yard of the Month," thanks to Matt. And "House of the Month," thanks to the "Direc....", ummmm, I mean, "House Dom!" This oughta be interesting and fun. Stay tuned.

Matty in the Morning

I hope it's okay to do this, but there's a radio station here in Boston I listen to most mornings while I'm on my way to classes. The host is this guy named Matt and he goes by Matty, so what's not to like about him, right? The name of the program is "Matty in the Morning." I'm posting the show logo, and if I'm not suppose to do this, then I'll gladly take it down.

It got me and Brad to talking about what this Matty is like in the morning! Probably most everybody reading this (except maybe for some new readers) knows I have ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I've never wanted to dwell on this topic but I've always hoped if anybody reading our blog has ADHD and hears me talking about it openly, then maybe they won't feel bad about themselves. From my own personal experience, I got all kinds of negative reactions from teachers and other kids when I was little. It's true that I had a hard time sitting still and concentrating so teachers were always frustrated with me and other kids would sometimes avoid me and call me names. I mean, who wants to play with a kid who's always running his mouth and is annoying to be around? My parents got me evaluated fairly early and I've been on some meds that really helped me in school, and I still take them now, but at a lower dose.

Anyway. Back to this Matty in the morning. When I first wake up in the morning, my brain is all over the place. I mean, it's misfiring and I'm a little disoriented and have a really, really hard time getting myself organized and staying on track. Like, when I finally drop my legs out of bed, I know I have to head to the bathroom to pee. But, after that's done, then I'm looking around trying to figure out what to do next.

Okay, I need to put on my boxers, right? Then a t-shirt, right? Then, let's see, oh yeah, I need to head to the kitchen to grab a bit to eat. But, wait, what's going on outside the window? Are those some kids yelling at each other? Hmmmm. Gotta check that out. See what's happening. Okay, just some mom trying to get her kids into the van so they can go to school, but those kids are arguing about something. Hmmmm. Wonder what that's about? Oh wait, who cares?

Now what was I about to do? Oh yeah, head to the kitchen. On my way, I see some socks on the floor and think, "Man, I need to pick up those socks I threw down on the floor." Brad and I are trying to stay on top of keeping the place at least somewhat neat. I pick up the socks and head to the hamper. On the way I see my Kindle and wonder if I ever ordered that book that has the cover of those two hot, hunky, ripped studs. I pick up the Kindle with socks in hand, open the Kindle to my titles page, then realize I was on my way to the hamper. Put the Kindle down. Head to the hamper. On the way back, I don't notice the Kindle so it stays where I left it.

Okay, socks picked up. Now where was I? Ummmmmm. Let's see, what time's my first class? Uhhhhh. What day of the week is this? Is this Wednesday or Thursday? Where's my cell phone so I can see the date? Oh yeah, I remember. Yesterday was English and History, so today's Thursday. First class is at 10:00. Where's my backpack? "BRAD, you know where I put my backpack?"

So now I make sure my books and stuff are in the backpack. Check. Then I head to the front door so I can put it on the floor blocking the door so I won't forget it when I leave. On the way, what's that on the dining table? Is that some mail I forgot to read yesterday? Yeah. Gotta check and see if there's something I didn't open yesterday. I sit down and start going through the mail.

"Okay, Brad! I'm coming!" He's calling me from the kitchen. I'm heading now to the kitchen and find Brad has coffee made and, what's this? He's made blueberry pancakes! Oh man! My favorite. He's already got the table set and he remembers I love a glass of orange juice with pancakes! Mmmmmm. I kiss him and compliment him on the pancakes. He sits down and we eat together. He doesn't say anything, but there's my prescription bottle sitting between the coffee cup and the OJ. Ahhh, yes. My "LAP," my Little Attention Pills. I pop one in and swallow it down.

We talk some about how much fun last night was! THAT kind of thing NEVER escapes my memory! Our little time in bed together. Man, that could have lasted all night, and sometimes it feels like it does! Cuddling, kissing, finding places on our bodies we never knew reacted like they do when touched or played with a certain way! Oh man, yeah!

Brad subtly asks about my schedule today. What classes I have, study groups I have to go to, things I need to do in the library, etc. It really helps to go over that stuff so I can get oriented to my day. Shortly, my LAP starts kicking in, and my mind slows down. I get a piece of paper and jot down what I need to remember for the day.

Okay, now I'm starting to think clearer. Every thing's falling into place. Everything is cool. After a few more minutes, hey, every thing's all in order. Piece of cake. Just another day, right?

After about 30 minutes, my brain is not revving. I'm completely oriented. I'm talking at a normal pace. I've finished breakfast. I head to the shower and Brad sometimes joins me, which slows everything down! Go get dressed. Check my hair. Another pee before I leave. I'm headed for the door to get my backpack (hey, how'd that get there???), kiss Brad goodbye. Oh, God. Kiss Brad goodbye! Mmmmmmmm. Kiss Brad some more!!! Mmmmmmmm. Damn he's a good kisser. Kiss him some more!

Okay, my mind is totally clear at this precise moment. I'm completely oriented to where I am, and know I'm standing in our living room, kissing. And kissing. And kissing. Then I forget about school and my schedule and my whole day. All that matters is that I'm kissing Brad. And getting hard. Again. I'm getting a little disoriented also. And a little disorganized. And a little forgetful. But this, my dear reader, has nothing to do with ADHD. This is all about what it's like to be in love with this beautiful man and not wanting to leave the house! Some days if we have a few extra minutes, I get treated to a morning blow-job. That combined with my LAP, releases my tension and I'm back to normal!

Brad very gently disentangles us. Says I'm gonna be late. Leads me to the door. We kiss one last time, and I'm out the door. Headed to school and my day ahead. Yeah. Matty in the morning, indeed!

Wear Purple on Spirit Day, Thursday, Oct. 20!

What is Spirit Day?

Millions of Americans wear purple on Spirit Day as a sign of support for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) youth and to speak out against bullying.

Spirit Day was started in 2010 by teenager Brittany McMillan as a response to the young people who had taken their own lives.

Observed annually on October 20, individuals, schools, organizations, corporations, media professionals and celebrities wear purple, which symbolizes spirit on the rainbow flag.

Getting involved is easy -- participants are asked to simply "go purple" on October 20 as we work to create a world in which LGBT teens are celebrated and accepted for who they are.

Learn more & go purple at www.glaad.org/spiritday.

A Little Lube in Every Room

I guess it's a pretty obvious understatement to say that having your own place is drastically different from living at home with parents and sibs running all over the place!

Since Brad and I moved in together about 2 weeks ago, it's been like living in Paradise, or what I think Paradise might be like. I'm still trying to get use to knowing there's no lock on our bedroom door. Why would there be? Duh!

We're just about getting use to running around nekkid. I know it may sound weird, but it's still is wonderfully amazing we can do this! Oh, and being in an ADHD state of mind, I've been doing all kinds of research on the difference between "naked"  and "nekkid." This is what the Urban Dictionary says about the difference between the two words: "Naked is natural; Nekkid is naughty." And we've been doing all kinds of "naughty." Naughty while nekkid. Well, you get the picture!

When I lived at home with my family, I had a night table next to my bed. It's something I actually built myself and I'm pretty proud of it. Well, it has a top drawer with a lock where I would keep a few things I wanted to keep out of the reach of a certain nosey little brother. He and I are really close but sometimes I would order him out of my room if he was starting to get on my nerves, ya know? When he and I would be talking in my bedroom, he had this really annoying habit of picking up things on my desk or opening and closing the drawers. Whenever he talks he likes to use his hands a lot, and I had to keep a careful watch on where those hands went.

Well, one night Brad had spent the night and I completely forgot to put the bottle of lube back in that top locked drawer. So there it was sitting on top of the night table in total public view. My brother was walking down the hall headed downstairs to the kitchen and stopped by my room. Well, you know where this is going, right?

He looked in my room and, being his usual nosey self, pointed at the bottle and said, "What's that?" I glanced to where his finger was pointed, turned all kinds of red, and ordered him the hell out! And does my little brother ever mind me? Not when he thinks he has something over on me! He, of course, saw I had this look on my face like I'd been caught or something. So, that made him all determined to see how far he could push things! Instead of leaving like I'd asked (or ordered) him to do, he started walking in my room and was headed for that bottle.

Before I could block his path or tackle him, he had the bottle in his hand but I'm pretty quick on my feet, even first thing in the morning. Before he could read what was on the label, I grabbed it out his hands and shoved him out the door. But does nosey little brother mind his own business and head downstairs for breakfast? Not on your life. He said again, "Tell me what that bottle is and I'll leave!"

Before I could think of what to say, what comes out of my mouth? This is something I always have to be careful of first thing in the morning, especially before I take my LAP ("Little Attention Pill").

I was putting the bottle back in my drawer, and he asked once again, "Tell me what that bottle is and I'll leave." Do little brothers take some kind of class where they learn how to be really, really obnoxious and annoying?

I was locking the bottle in the drawer and just said, "It's after-shave lotion. Now get out! NOW!" He just said, "Yeah, right." But he left.

When I got downstairs to have a bowl of cereal, he continued being his usual annoying self. Little brothers also learn somewhere not to give up. He leaned in to my face and started sniffing! Can you believe this kid! I mean, that can be a dangerous thing to do to me first thing in the morning! He just smiled and said, "Hmmmmm. Not using any after-shave this morning, Matt?" Mom was in the kitchen and she knows when me and my brother are about to start a war. She stepped in and defused the situation and war was averted!

Well, now that Brad and I have our own place, we don't have to worry about some nosey little brother roaming around trying to make trouble. We can leave our "after-shave lotion" out in full view if we want to. No need for it to be under lock-and-key!

As a matter of fact, since we're being nekkid a lot (remember, nekkid is "naughty"), we've spent our hard-earned money on enough lube to keep every room well-stocked. No need to stop any "naughty play" to head for one central location for the bottle. I mean, who wants to stop when things are hot and heavy and go trotting off down the hall for supplies?? As a matter of fact, we actually have several bottles in strategic locations in the living room and the kitchen. Again, who wants to stop and go trotting across the room?

Anyway, Paradise is all the more enjoyable when it's well-stocked!

Stretching My Sexual Fantasies

This is a little freaky to write about, but, hey, it my (our) blog and we get to talk about freaky stuff if we want to, right? ;)

I've been talking to Matty about this a lot and he's been incredibly helpful (and I think it's been kinda turning him on, too, which is an added bonus for both of us!).

Since Matty and I moved in together, we've, well, been having lots of sex. I mean, lots. Lots! Lots more than when we were both living separately at home with our parents and sibs. I started having this worry that I'd loose all interest in books or at least not have any time to read anymore. You know, the real thing is always better than reading about other people having sex!

A while back I joined a group over at Goodreads called Kindle Smut. This is the first group I've joined that is not devoted exclusively to gay or MM interests. There's all kinds of books being discussed from MF to MMF to MFM to MMMMF to MMMMMMFFF -- well, you get the idea! and I like the fact that they also have discussions on MM and gay books, too. And the discussions over there are a lot of fun to read and and participate in and the people are incredibly friendly.

When I introduced myself, I said I was gay and have a boyfriend, etc. I'm always open about my sexual orientation because it's something I'm happy about and is an important part of who I am. I also wanted people in the group to know that from the beginning so they would understand where I was coming from when I talked about my tastes in books.

I got this really warm welcome and people were making all kinds of recommendations of books I might be interested in. I said I really liked to read about cowboys having sex and someone replied that she also liked reading about cowboys having sex, too, but liked there to be a girl involved, but she understood why I liked "...wanting the girl cooties out of the picture, lol."

I was a little bit surprised at myself when I replied, "...well, I'm slowly getting curious about those 'girl cooties.' Just haven't had the chance to read anything yet with girls in it to see if I might like it. But (for me) there absolutely has to have a guy or guys involved." Then they started making all these recommendations of books that were about MMF, in addition to some that were MM.

Like I said, I was surprised I made the reply that I was curious about books that involved sex with girls. It was one of those things that just popped in my brain and my fingers started typing it!! I mean, it's not like I've ever seriously thought about this. I think it was just their openness about sexual situations that were way different from what I'm use to thinking about.

So I started thinking about it some more and then I looked and noticed my Kindle started downloading some MMF books! How'd that happen? LOL. Well, since they were just sitting there on my Kindle, I thought maybe I'd just take a quick peek and do some research on what other people in the group were reading. I mean, I wanted to be a good member and have a good understanding of where other people were coming from, right?

Well. The book I took a peek at was these two bi guys who are married to each other. The sex they are having is incredibly hot and steamy and I liked reading about their lives together. It was not "all-sex all the time." I like reading books where there's a storyline that's interesting and has some depth to it. The careers of these two guys was interesting to read about and you could tell there was a lot of substance and love in their lives together.

Well, I won't give away the whole storyline, except to say they both fall in love with this woman who works for both of them. The woman is in an abusive and violent relationship with a man, and these two guys rescue her from that and invite her to live with them. They are so loving and caring with her and give her months and months to recover from the abuse that's been part of her life.

Even though they fell in love with her before she moved in with them, they never, ever take advantage of how vulnerable she is. They comfort her and help her regain her self-esteem. They convince her to go get medical care after all the physical abuse she's been through.

The woman is finally getting her feet back on the ground and realizes that she's falling in love with both of these men. She had always made the assumption they were gay and is convinced the closest she will ever get to anything sexual with them is when she sometimes listens to them having sex in their bedroom.  It's not until almost halfway into the book that one thing leads to another and the guys tell her they are bi. Well, they all three eventually confess their love for each other and we come to the first sexual scene.

Oh. My. God. The sex is about the hottest I've read about in a while. There is so much love, compassion, tenderness and regard for each other that my "horny meter" went to maximum capacity. And I have to say that I got about as horny as you can get not only from reading about the actual sex between these three, but also from imagining I was there as the fourth partner!

And that's the freaky part I was referring to in the first sentence of this post. And not freaky in a bad way. Not at all. Just freaky in the sense that I never in my wildest dreams or fantasies imagined I would be turned on -- I mean really turned on -- imagining myself being right in the middle of this kind of scene! There's also some mild "dom/sub" going on, too, and yes, I was turned on by that also. Imagine!

So, am I really all gay, like I thought? Am in bi? Am I gay/bi, or bi/gay? It's a lot to think about. And fun to think about. And the answer to the question about whether I'm "really gay" is "YES." I have no doubt about that. Nothing about that has changed and I haven't had any sudden "awakening" that I'm really bi. And no, I have no intention of wanting to change anything about my relationship with Matty. None of this is any threat to what we have. Absolutely no threat at all. I'm just having a blast stretching my sexual fantasies.

Kinda freaky. Kinda fun. And when "freaky" and "fun" are combined, well, my "horny meter" goes wild! Which means Matty and I are having even more sex than usual. And it's more wild. And more hot. And more..... well, you get the picture. 

Oh, in case you're interested, the book is:

Off to College!

"We are pleased to inform you..." With those words, I begin my full-time college career!

So much has been happening over the past month, why not add one more major thing to the list?! Earlier this week I was officially informed that I was accepted as a full-time student! So, beginning in January I'll be joing Matty on the road to getting a college degree!

We're planning something big this weekend to celebrate, and Matty's in charge! He won't tell me what we're going to do at this point, but whatever it is will be very special, I'm sure!

Just wanted all of you to know how excited I am about this.

Ten Ways to Say 'I Love You'

Dear Matty,

I'm glad we both decided to just take this day off and stay home. (I like the way that sounds, "home," can you believe this is really happening?) Plus, with the rain, it's a good day anyway to play hooky!

While you're still sleeping, I'm thinking that all the unpacking and getting the furniture just right can wait.

I was thinking about what you wrote in the 'comment' section of yesterday's post. When you wake up, I want you to read what I'm writing here. I think you forget sometimes how amazing you really are. Sometimes you get locked in on certain things that you think are wrong and for some reason can't let go of that stuff. So, I'm here to remind you of just a few things you need to remember.

1. Remember that day this summer when those tornadoes were touching down in the western part of the state and everybody on TV was getting hysterical? My family was out of town that day and I was at home by myself having all kinds of panic attacks. You came over and stayed with me that night. Somehow you knew exactly what to do. After making sure we had flashlights, radios, batteries, water and other supplies, you led me to the basement and we watched TV there. We sat there on the couch and you kept whispering to me that it was going to be alright. Remember how you put the TV on "mute" so you could watch the weather reports, but where I couldn't see it? Then out of the blue you started calmly telling me this story from your childhood about when your grandparents came to visit when you were 6 years old. You went on and on and I learned some things about your childhood you had never told me before. You had this incredibly calm and soothing voice and it was putting me to sleep, but I wanted to hear it all. I finally drifted off to sleep and woke up later in the night and realized you had undressed me and had me tucked away on the sleeper-sofa with blankets all around me and you were lying there with your body cuddling me. Your cuddling was so loving and gentle and sweet. I felt so cared for that night. I knew you were there for me and I had nothing to worry about. 

2. Remember when I got my summer job as a waiter? You organized your entire family -- your parents, both your brothers and your brother's  fiancé -- to cook and serve me, just me, that really special gourmet dinner at your house. I loved how you got them all to dress up in formal ware (except for your younger brother who came the closest he's ever gonna get to formal wear: jeans, sneakers and a white shirt!). I felt so special that night. Special and loved by you and your family.

3. I loved watching you this past weekend while we were moving. You were so funny when you were acting like a total goof. It was like you were the ring master at this circus keeping everybody in a good mood even when those boxes went crashing. The guys loved how you were saying they couldn't leave until the bedroom was "perfect." It was like the rest of the house didn't matter, but, man oh man, that bedroom had to be done right. Then, when they left around 10 PM, and we were finally in bed, you had told them to sing, "Good Night, Irene" while standing outside our bedroom window! It's a wonder the neighbors didn't call the police!

4. I also remember about this time last year, you got a call from a friend of yours who said he just found out a guy he had slept with just tested positive for HIV. He said you were the only person he felt he could talk to about what to do. You helped him think about his options and whether he wanted to get tested. I remember you would call him every day to see how he was doing. When he decided to get tested, he asked if you would go with him to doctor's office as some support. You didn't hesitate one second. You took off from work that day and were there for him. They went ahead and did one of those quick tests but told him he would have to wait a few more weeks since he hadn't waited long enough for the test to be really reliable. You took off another day when he was out of that "window" period and were there for him when he got retested. To this day you are the only person in his life who knew he went through all that stress. Even after he tested "negative," you kept calling him for weeks later just to check on him. I remember you cancelled a few dates with me so you could spend time with him. I learned a lot about what being a friend is by watching how concerned you were for him. He was lucky to have you as a friend.

5. I love how you pretend to love going to the mall with me when I'm on a shopping mission! I know you hate shopping more than anything, but you put up with my excitement when I seem to take forever trying on this shirt, then that shirt, then this pair of pants, then that pair of pants, then this belt, then that pair of shoes. Then when I change my mind and seem to have to start all over again, you just smile and say, "Take your time," when I know you're probably thinking, "Please dear God, get me out of this mall or make me die right now!"  And you know I'm right that you're really thinking that!

6. About a year ago, your younger brother, (and his friends at school), went through a really hard time after a friend of theirs drowned. He called you around 10:00 at night to see if you would come pick him up from one of his friend's house where they had gotten together to talk and support each other. You told me you got to talk to him some in the car on the way home, and this is somebody who rarely talks about sensitive stuff. When you two got home, he said he was so tired he didn't want to talk anymore, but he asked if you would go running with him. He said he was feeling all tense inside and thought maybe a good run might help. This was probably like about 11:00 by this time, and you two changed and went running together. You said after the run, he took a shower and went to bed. After you took a shower, you said you looked in his bedroom to see if he was okay, and he was sound asleep. I'll always remember what you said about him the next day, that you hoped if you ever had to go through loosing a friend, you would have the strength he did. You're both lucky to have each other.

7. You made me so happy and proud when you were my date at my high school Senior Prom. I remember agonizing about whether to go or not, and you helped me think about all my feelings and the pros and cons. You never told me what your opinion was until after I decided what I wanted to do. You just listened to me and gave me all kinds of ways to think about it. I really believed you when you said you would be proud of me whether I decided to go or not. I keep hearing you say something like, "What's important is for you to make the decision you're ready to make." When I decided to go, I was so happy you were there with me. You made me feel safe and eventually helped me relax into the celebration. Plus, you looked so handsome in your tux! I was proud to introduce you, finally, to a lot of my friends. I'm glad you were there.

8. You already know how I love watching you when you're around children. I don't know how you do it, but kids always gravitate to you. Remember that time in the restaurant when that little boy was being loud and his parents were so embarrassed? You started making these really funny faces at him and he started calming down. He was so fascinated watching you. When we got up to leave, the little boy got upset and started crying. So, on the way out you went over to counter and bought a pair of children's plastic sunglasses and took it over to him. He looked so serious when you told him they were special sunglasses that helped little boys mind their parents. He just looked at you with this face that said, Are you serious? Then he broke out in this huge smile and his parents had to remind him to say thank you. As we were leaving, you and the boy were waving goodbye to each other.

9. I love it when you call me your Prince. It never comes out sounding corny. I can tell by your eyes and that smile you get when you're feeling something really intimate.

10. Lastly, you have shown me that dancing with you outside in the rain is about as close to God as I'll probably ever get.

I love you,
Brad

Two Guys on a King-Size Bed!

We Moved!

Two Guys on a King-Size Bed.
Then Running Naked Thru the House.

Does it Get Any Better than This?

Well, we're in! So many fun (and stressful) things have happened since we last posted. The good news is that we're finally in our new house!

It's been the middle of last month that I posted anything, so I'm giving Brad a break today. So, I have to say a few things. I thought it would be more fun to start where we are right now and sorta tell what happened backwards. First things first, right? Or is it, last things first? Oh, who the hell cares!

So this is what I was like ALL night long Saturday and last night while we took a little break from breaking in our new King Size Bed! I could NOT shut my eyes no matter how hard I tried! Usually after 4 or 5 rounds of hot sex, I'm ready for a nap or sleep. Did that happen? No! I think I may have dozed a little bit but the hot guy in the bed who goes by the name of Wildcat Bradley was determined to see how many times we could enjoy each other's bodies from the time we hit the mattress until the time the sun came up. Not that I was objecting! It's just so totally different from having sex in our bedrooms at our parent's house. Well, duh. That was a complete understatement if ever there was one!

So, what were we doing in between those very rare intervals of dozing? Okay, you twisted our arms. Here's what we looked like when one of us would start to doze off. And it went like that back and forth, all night long! We were so cruel to each other, not letting the other one get a little shut-eye! It was funny how one of us would get tired and start drifting off and the other would be all ready for more play! Then it would go back and forth all night long. You would think we had never had sex before or were trying for some kind of world-record!

Now, don't think I'm complaining. I'm not. Not by a long shot, believe me. It's just another example of how different this whole experience is from living in our parent's house. Again, duh! We don't even have to shut and lock our bedroom door like at home. Oh wait, I don't think there's even a lock on our bedroom door here! Guess there's no reason for one, huh? Oh, God, this is so much fun!

So, we're also wondering (or, at least I am) how long these monster mattresses are suppose to last? The saleswoman said "years," but I honestly don't think they has us in mind when they were doing the calculations. I mean, there's no way we can keep buying a new king-size mattress every 4 to 6 months! Maybe we should go ahead and start saving for a spare one and just prop it up in the guest bedroom or something. Jeez, always something!

The other thing is that we don't even have to worry about keeping the noise down, like at home! All the moaning, groaning, growling, sighing, blasts of "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!, and to vary that chant, we would try out, YES! YES! YES!, and then move on to, Oh, yeah! Do that some more! My God, yes!, Oh, yeah! Do that some more! My God, yes!, Oh, yeah! Do that some more! My God, yes! {clearing my throat and adjusting myself down there}.

And you know what? We can even walk around NAKED throughout the whole house! How cool is that? It's so freaking cool is the answer. So, let me say it again, We can even walk around NAKED throughout the whole house! We can even walk around NAKED throughout the whole house! We can even walk around NAKED throughout the whole house! We've been having a blast just staying completely naked all the time. It's kinda fun to see "Mr. Hard Cocks" bouncing all over the place. They like it here, too!

Then when we finally manage to get just a wee bit of sleep (not the restful kind, mind you), the sun is coming up and you know what happens then, right?

That's right! Sweet Morning Wood! I mean, how are we suppose to get the rest we need for school and all the other things we have to do? Sweet Morning Wood! Then it's all over again. Okay, so maybe I need to drop out of school for another semester. Right? No way I'm gonna keep my grades "up" when other things are always "up!" But, being the responsible adult I am (hey, just when does the "adult" thing kick in? Am I there yet or does that begin at 21? Jeez, I need to Google that when I get a chance), I have absolutely no intention of dropping out of school, just for the record! I never thought I would ever say, "Hey, we gotta slow this train down, Brad." But here I am saying it. We're not gonna STOP the train, just slow it down. OMG can we do that? Whew, I'm sweating already!

Okay, so I'm rambling again, but this time I AM NOT APOLOGIZING! Do you hear that? I AM NOT APOLOGIZING. I'm entitled to some rambling right now. There's so much to ramble about, and for once I'm not going to freaking apologize for it!

I feel like a little kid in so many ways, but again, that is NOT a put-down! I'm letting myself totally enjoy this. We've never had a whole house to ourselves before. And neither of us has ever had a hot guy in the bed EVERY freaking night! And we've NEVER been able to get out of bed completely naked with said Morning Wood and walk wherever we want without having to worry about putting on our boxers or sweats!

Oh damn, I got to get moving. Got to get to classes. Things to do. Things to accomplish. Things to learn. Okay, slow down. Let's see..... I've got to take a shower and get out of here. But, oh dear God, I know what will happen in the shower! Said Sweet Morning Wood changes over to Sweet Shower Wood! When, oh when, will said Wood of ANY variety ever give me peace?

Oh, wait, am I complaining? Not on your life. I am RAMBLING JOYFULLY! and loving every freaking minute of it! Okay, that's all I can handle for today. I'm heading for the shower so I can get to class.

And that hot guy who's going to be sleeping in the bed EVERY NIGHT next to me, or under me, or on top of me, or...... whatever? He gets to have some real sleep for a while longer. He's gonna need his sleep when I rush back from classes today. He's going to need every ounce of energy to keep up with me this afternoon, and this night, and tomorrow morning. And we know what happens every morning? Sweet Morning Wood.

Hey, when are we suppose to eat? Or unpack? Or sweep the porch? Or clean the toilet? Or vacuum? Or............. Well, that will come, won't it? But for right now, first things first!

Wait, the Wildcat just woke up. He's ordering me to the shower so I can get to school. He said when I get out of the shower and get dressed, he'll meet me at the front door to give me a little "good-bye blow job." He said that should hold me till I get home later today! Little does he know (or maybe he does) that Mr. Horny only takes short naps.

Well, I'm gonna have to do something to keep Mr. Horny asleep while I'm at school. I'll have to wake up Mr. Scholar and order him to be in charge till classes are over. But I know Mr. Horny is going to wake up and scream bloody murder. This is going to be a real test of my will power. Maybe I can bargain with Mr. Horny and remind him of all the treats he'll get when we get home. And I'll promise him he can stay awake as long as he likes -- just let Mr. Scholar be in charge for 7 hours, you can do that can't you, honey? Hmmm?

Okay, during the week we'll fill everybody in on all the other things that happened before all this, like what the move was like, the hot gay guys who helped us move, the scrumptious spaghetti dinner Brad made, etc., etc.

Okay, I'm headed for the shower, then getting dressed, then meeting Wildcat at the front door for my good-bye blow. Wish me luck today!