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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!

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!
 

Speedos & How I Almost Became a Nudist

Most people who know me are aware that I LOVE Speedos, you know, those itsy-bitsy swim suits. Or rather I should say, I LOVE  the guys who wear them! Well, that's not what I meant to say. I mean I LOVE how the guys look who wear Speedos. Brad is the only guy I love!!

I can't wait for Summer to get here. I practically grew up in Speedos. My parents said I took to water like a fish right after I was born. They said when I turned two years old and they would take me swimming I would have these huge temper tantrums when I took my clothes off and they tried to put on my swim suit. They said I would yell something like, "But I'm a fish! I'm a fish!" And you can bet no amount of reasoning or threats would make me willingly agree to wear anything.

They finally bought me one of those Speedos for little kids (probably had maybe 5 square inches of material). When they showed it to me, they said I lit up and just said, "Okay." They think I liked 'em because they were brightly colored. In my fantasy I like to think that maybe I saw this really hot guy at the pool wearing Speedos and wanted to be just like him! Well, I've been wearing 'em ever since.

So, all through elementary school, middle school and high school, when I would go swimming, that's all you would ever find me in. I got into competative swimming during middle school and high school, and, of course, Speedos were what you wore.

I'm thinking that if my parents hadn't bought me those brightly colored Speedos when I was two years old, maybe I'd still think I was a fish and would have become a total nudist!

I'm still trying to get Brad to buy one, but so far I haven't been able to convince him. I think he would look sexy, but I'm not gonna push it, of course. After all, it really doesn't matter 'cause he looks sexy in whatever he wears (or, uh, doesn't wear!).
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