So Right, Yet So Wonderfully Wrong

I’m not much for travel. 

That said; I gave my honey the moon in deciding and planning our vacation.  When he came home, sat me down and told me our plans, I smiled on the outside but, inside, I secretly wanted to kill him.  I mean SERIOUSLY...?!?  Out in the middle of fucking NO WHERE!?!?  I wanted to scream at him, “What the FUCK is an overly hyper, stimuli obsessed gay boy going to do for 2 fucking weeks in the middle of FUCKING NO WHERE?!?”  I so had visions of us dancing and singing and being wonderfully GAY!  I wanted to flaunt my beautiful man to the entire fucking world!!!  How the FUCK was I going to do that in the middle of FUCKING NO WHERE?!?  Who the FUCK but me and a misplaced cannibal or two, out foraging for some meat (and I don’t mean dick) to bring home to boil in his wife’s cooking pot, were even going to FUCKING SEE US!?! 

SHIT, SHIT, TRIPLE SHIT!!!

Although I was right, it WAS in the middle of fucking no where, Bora Bora is quite possibly the most beautiful and wonderful no where I have ever laid foot in.  And if it wasn’t for Mark’s ass being such an effervescent, round mound of manly charms, it might be the most wonderful place I ever laid my dick in, as well.  

After a grueling trip from LAX and an even more grueling layover in Papeete, I was tired, sweaty, and feeling less than sexy.  My mood was such that, if I didn’t find Mark’s ass so damn attractive, I’d have DEFINITELY thrown him to the cannibals’ first chance I got.   The short flight from Papeete to Bora Bora (and what I was later told, luck of being on the left side of the plane) considerably brightened my mood, as seeing the island from airborne made the overpriced airfare worth every penny.  We quickly landed in what is called a “motu” or small islet, not really an airport, and were picked up and boated to our hotel. 

We were escorted to our over water bungalow by what natives call a “Rae Rae”, which by today’s standards are basically transvestites/cross dressers, but originally comes from a Tahitian/Polynesian tradition of a family without any girls to take and raise one of their boys as a girl.  It is rare, if at all, for a family to decide to do this now, but there are many boys that choose this lifestyle, and seem to flourish in Tahitian society, many of them working in service and tourism business, as well as entertaining in dance clubs etc.  There was one “boy” that looked at Mark with such hunger, if she(?) were a cannibal; Mark’s dick would definitely have ended up in her(?) cook pot.  My eyes made it quite clear; he and his dick were off limits.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to bore everyone with the minute details of our trip, so suffice it to say, each morning we awakened with the sunrise and our roosters cock-a-doodle-doodling in one or the others ass, and closed each night with a one final cock blowing doodle,  before falling soundlessly asleep in each other’s arms.   Being adventurous men, we spent each day to the fullest.  With climbing volcanic peaks, scuba diving in the clear, turquoise blue waters or snorkeling with the fishes, by the end of the day, we were so pooped out; there was nary a berry to be found in even the deepest, darkest corners of our most nether of regions.  With hitching posts a hollering, we mounted and fucked our way into hollowed ground as clean and pure as the lagoon we lay over.

Nights were mostly quite, as the nightlife is all but non-existent, but sweet and romantic.  On our third night on the island, we met another gay couple, a bit older, maybe in their mid-30’s, and we spent some fun evenings with them.  Try as they might, they just couldn’t keep up with our gay asses by day, though, and were quickly left in the lagoon to sun/relax as we skipped off like little kids to adventure and play.  By the end of the trip, though, my dick was chaffed, my ass was sore and I was sooooo ready for some alone time.  I love Mark, and miss him terribly when he’s gone for time on end, but 2-weeks of his ass in a bachelor sized bungalow sitting over a lagoon in the middle of fucking no where can get a might claustrophobic. 

In hind sight (ha ha, I do love looking at the world with my asshole hanging out, taking in the sights, as a cool breeze whispers past my ass hairs) I guess it was a good test for us.  When we’re 90 and too old/tired to leave the house, I know I’ll be crotchety and sour, so he might as well know it and get used to it NOW.

I’m just starting to get settled back into the swing of normal life, but I appreciate all the comments and e-mails that I received while I was gone.  Everyone’s good wishes have meant so much to me, and I will be getting back to everyone, personally, to thank them and wish goodness upon them and their lives.

I thought that with all the quiet, I’d have time to write and think, but there was such a lazy wonder about the place, I hardly wrote at all.  Lord knows, I’m full of more perverse thought than shit, so I’m sure I’ll come up with something arousing sooner than later.

In the mean time, grab you cock by its horn, your mouse with your most dexterous finger and SCROLL, BABY, SCROLL!!! 

(down, that is…)

RafaDe