Blue Skies

Well, guys, there is nothing new to report, other than it looks like it is going to be another gorgeous Spring day. I've got another day all to myself with nothing lined up and Lord knows I'm trying to be a good boy and not get into any trouble but I could think of a few things I would rather be doing than having a late breakfast, on the deck, watching these crazy squirrels chase one another around and around, but "you're" not here. So I guess I will surf some blogs on the laptop as I enjoy these blue skies.

Day Off

Today started just like any other, no different than yesterday or the day before or even the day before that day. The alarm clock with its predetermined wake up call did not fail to arouse me from a night of dreams. Waking from the clutches of the darkness, I laid there half asleep, half awake, before I realized there was a difference, much like the difference between a 5" cock and a 10" cock, there was a big difference. Today was Stephen's day off, no work, no predetermined responsibilities, no obligations for Stephen to take care, today was mine. I don't have the slightest idea how I want to spend the day but the weather is too good to stay indoors. I only wish I had some of my blogging buddies here to enjoy it with me.

Enough

I need to feel your arms holding me, me holding you.
I need to feel the warmth from your body.
I need to feel your skin against my skin.
I need to see you breathe.
I need to feel alive.
I can not think of anything I would rather be doing.
I can not think of a place I would rather be.
Here with you, is enough.

WHY?

Long hours and long days all running together, seemingly with no beginning and no end, leaving me drained and questioning why? The promise of a life, a future, a world just beginning, ending all to soon. Why? What makes this day, any different than the day before? What is it that makes this day the last day? Life and death and all the what if's that go along with it. Never any answers only questions of why, but when you find yourself, holding in your hands the head of a dead teenager . . . how can there not be questions of why?

Escape

Sometimes, it seems the more I struggle against the bonds that bind, the tighter they become, struggling to escape the darkness, lost in a cavern with no light, cold, wet, I shiver in the darkness. Twisting and turning I fight to become free, struggling from the boa constrictor grip holding me captive.

To the outside world there is no visible signs of a struggle, no conflict, no raging war, but within there is bleeding, blood gushes from the open wounds. Half a person peering out into a world, an open book but with blank pages, no words written for the prisoner locked inside this darkness. Obligations and responsibilites for the person of light, dreams and hopes for the person of darkness. I struggle to break free of these bonds, I struggle to be free.


Ok, I know what you must be thinking but everything is alright. Stephen has not stepped off into the deep end of an empty pool and landed on his head. Everything can't always be roses and sunshine, everything can not always be simple, life is complicated, we all have our problems, we all have our demons and mine just reared it's ugly head and it took me a few days to kick it's ASS!

What Lies Hidden

How can three. . .little . . .simple. . .words cause so much anguish and pain. Come on, how hard can it be to get around three little simple words? Hidden inside this world of darkness, door locked, key on the outside, self imposed exile from happiness because of three little simple words. Will the beginning be the end? Will there be a day when everything will be a open book, where everyone will already know the ending of the story without ever having read the last line in the Book of Stephen? Will there ever be a day, my life will be an open pair of jeans, everything bared for the world to see?

A Day of Escape

A Monday afternoon in Savannah was just what the doctor ordered. Spring was in the air and I could not take being cooped up in doors another day, so when the opportunity came to get out and enjoy the day, how could I resist. It turned out to be a beautiful day spent in Savannah, lunch at Olive Garden, a visit to River Street (photo of Waving Girl), a little shopping and some eye candy watching at Lowe's, Home Depot, Best Buy, rounded the afternoon off, all in all it was a perfect afternoon escape.

Springtime

I was confined inside those walls of concrete and steel this weekend and was unable to enjoy Mother Nature's awakening of a new season. I know, Spring does not officially start for a few more days, but low and behold, it was here in all its warm sun shining glory this weekend, and there I was, locked inside but it will not happen today. Today I will be outside listening to the birds sing, looking at the flowers blooming, filling the rays of warm sun shine against my bare skin, and who knows I may be lucky enough to see the first season's shirtless man as he gets a early start on his yards, getting all hot and sweaty or perhaps a shirtless man washing his car getting all hot, wet, and soapy or for that matter, a shirtless man being all shirtless just because he can. May your week be full of sunshine and shirtless men:

Almost

I awoke yesterday morning to the smell of smoldering wires burning, ever so faint, but still enough to alert me as I made my way to the bathroom. Standing at the toilet with my piss hardened dick in hand taking care of the more important task at hand, the smell lingered in the air, but it would have to wait, first things first. Now with a smile on my face and Stephen Jr. tucked back in all snug and warm, I began the search much like a blood hound on the trail of its prey. I sniffed the air, roaming the house first one room then the other, until I discovered the smell was coming from the furnace, no heat radiated from the ducts only the smell of smoldering wires, just what I needed. This wasn't how I wanted to spend my day off but there wasn't anything I could do about it and the best I could hope for was I'd be able to get a repairman out on short notice. As soon as they opened for business, I was on the phone and it must have been my lucky day, the repairman would be able to come within the hour, I just didn't know how lucky I was until I opened the door. Standing in the doorway, was the most handsomest man I've seen in a long time. I was standing there thinking no way in hell was this the repairman. This wasn't what I was expecting but there he was, hand extended, introducing himself and explaining he was a little early, hoping it wouldn't be a problem. Problem, what the hell, if I had known this guy would have been the repairman I would have torn the furnace up myself. There has always been something about a man's hand that just does something for me, it is one of the first things I notice. Well, it goes without saying, this guy had just the right kind of hands and the grip of his handshake was all it took. I was in lust.

Most of the time I would politely show the repairman to the problem and go about doing other things around the house but not this time. As ***** (that was his name) worked on the furnace, we talked. The tone of the conversation was more than one of perfect strangers and yes, I knew if I made the first move even though there was a wedding band present, something could, would happen.




In my mind's eye I could already see what ***** had hidden underneath the plaid button down shirt and tight jeans he wore. I thought about it, I seriouly thought about it, I would be lying if I said the thought didn't cross my mind more than once, but I let the opportunity slip through my hands. Even when the job was over and he chose to sit next to me on the sofa instead of one of the other empty chairs in the room, I still let the opportunity slip by. . . now today, I'm thinking what the HELL!

Clean and Fresh: New Week Ahead!

Last week's war between the cousin twice removed of the Bird Flu Virus Clan and myself proved to be one hell of a week. At times, it was unsure of who would come "out on top" but after a few extra days of bed rest and laying low, I can now say with complete certainty, the foreign invader was conquered and sent back to the bowels of HELL from whence he came. Last week will be placed into the memory file folder of bad weeks. The only good thing, about last week, held in the "Heart of Stephen" locked away but not forgotten will be the love and care he received from his blogging friends. But now it is time to look ahead to a "Clean and Fresh" new week, one in which I look forward to sharing with you all. Have a good weekend and I will see you next week. ((((HUGS))))