Saturday, August 27, 2011

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


















Thursday, August 11, 2011

Moon Over My Honey


For those that don't already know, this past spring, Mark and I exchanged rings  (see "With This Ring...) and made some personal vows to one another. Due to schedules and some health concerns, we've pushed out our honeymoon until now.  Finally, though, our day has drawn near, and tomorrow we are off to Tahiti, mainly Bora Bora, but, will visit some of the smaller islands, as well.  In the short few months we've been "married", we've certainly had some unforeseen hiccups in our relationship, but in the 7 plus years I've known him, he's been my first boy, first ex, best friend, mentor, fuck buddy, boyfriend and now, simply mine, and MINE FOREVER! 


Ol' Green Eyes, with his sparkling, laughing eyes and sweet, bubbled butt, can kiss my ass early and often!!

Anyway, in not being sure exactly how to leave things until I return, I bounced a few ideas around my noggin, until finally landing on the thought of creating a list of links to some of my past favorite posts.For those of you that enjoy my writing, this will give you a chance to easily read some of my past stuff and for those just in it for the visuals, each post has it's very own variety pack of hot pics of dudes all sexed up just for you.

If you're not finding one of your personal faves, or want to read more, of course, you can just scroll through the archives, and tap into anything that looks interesting or funny.  

Well, here goes, RAFA'S LIST OF FAVES (oldest to newest):


Sorry, not much of an editor...

For those of you that believe, Seen IT, Done IT, NO FUCKING THANKS, there are billions of great blogs out there.  Here's a short list of some of my faves...

Corey Jo (I know, I know...a girl), certainly knows how to roast some nuts and get the penis popping.
Flip Flops Boy, with his two blogs, Flops Boy Reborn & Poses Reborn, has an incredible flair for headlining a great assortment of pics.
Some newer friends are Deep Blue (not xxx, but hilarious), Queer Heaven, Sex At Noon Taxes, and although I here he is closing down shop, Homo Eroticus has some incredible poetry that you should go back and read.

My the eye of a man's apple forever wink in your favor... 

Hasta La Vista EVERYBODY!!!
























Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Sharing

I was reading on Queer Heaven's blog earlier today, and saw that he was doing a post to acquaint himself to some of his newer readers.  I liked the idea so much, that I have decided to do the same.  Here’s what I’ve come up with so far…

Cut or uncut, doesn't matter, I love the diversity of cock.  I'm not a size king, but I do love a challenge...and more than a mouthful is fighting words in my house.

I love rough housing with Mark and just about anything that pushes my limits, physically or mentally or, perhaps best of all, both.  (I love no longer having to listen to my Mom tell me the living room is NOT a gymnasium).

I love men in unders, but especially jocks.  They have an unbelievable ability to show off a cock, lift and protect a pair of balls and frame a perfectly apple'd ass to its absolute most roundness.

I'm not much for liver and onions(that’s for QH)...more of a sausage and eggs kinda guy, but I can sit down with a good bottle of wine and a plate of pasta with spicy red sauce and shoot the shit for days on end.

Charles Bukowski is my all time favorite writer, and would give an inch off my cock to have had the opportunity to hear him do a poetry reading.  (no worries, guys, I got plenty to spare)

I probably imagine myself as a top, consider myself versatile, and would NEVER let a man fuck me if, for that split second before he finally takes me as his, I don't writhe and moan like the bottom bitch I know I was born to be.

I love when Mark bites at my eraser’d nubbins that sit atop my pecs as he fucks the living shit outta me.

ANYTHING naked...soft dick bouncing/hard cock throbbing...solo/company...IT’S ALL GOOD!

I'd love to hear a tidbit or two, so let me know...

Rafa