Monday, August 27, 2012

I Do NOT Love Dick

For my first post back from vacation, I was originally planning to give a quick re-cap of things and perhaps delve into a hot happening or two.  Instead, I feel the need to share a poem I wrote over the weekend about a long lost flame from my college days.



The other day an ugly brute
Sneered, then called me, "Faggot"
Cupping at his package
He thought I'd pay him homage
When I did not move, rooted in my place
His meaty hand clasped round my neck
Tried to force me down
Moving face to mine, he spat with all contempt
"I know that you're a faggot
I see it in your eyes
Faggot is what faggot loves
All of you the same
Faggots all love Dick
Git down; give me a lick"

I looked into his eyes
Saw nothing there of interest
Pussy is what pussy gets, had no claws in me
Cat without my tongue, I could surely speak
"Sorry, but I don't love Dick;
It's really not my thing
I do not love the way Dick smells
I do not love the way Dick tastes
I do not love the way Dick feels;
So slippery when it's wet"
I said this with my straightest face;
For I would never lie
"Dick is dick, and nothing more
Without a face or care"
This brute, he was a Dick
For him, I had no love
But if he'd said the same of Man;
A man who is worth knowing
I'd have to change my story, quick
For I LOVE the way Man smells
I LOVE the way Man tastes
And sure as shit comes tumbling down
Kerplunk, kerplop, kerploop
I love, Love, LOVE the way Man feels 
So slippery when he's wet
Deeper, harder, reaching far
Ever tapping at my core
Heats me from the inside out
Cum spurts to the fore

Locked together, eye to eye
I saw a bit of glimmer;
Sparkling dark to light
Softened as he hardened
He grew from brute to man
Slapped with realization
That he was faggot too
A mouth was not just any mouth
He yearned it's touch be male
Unwilling to be a means,
to his frothy end
I, his deep desire;
Compelled him ever near
Closing eyes, he took the plunge
Reached out for my lips
Took him full inside me
Intertwined his soul with mine
Striking whilst the griddle's hot;
(That's what us faggots do)
Gently pushed him to his knees
Introduced him to my Dick



So the story went
Like any love affair
We grappled with our pants down low
Cocks out thick and thorny
We fucked until the cows came home
Mooed our act disgusting
Before I even had a chance
To wrap my self about him;
Shielding 'way their angst
The brute was back with thicker skin
Facade a perfect fit
Lost to me forever
Was the man behind the brute
Who stood before his woman
Line toed tight to hearth
                                                                 RafaDe



He was straight, dumped by my ever fickle twin sister and drunk/horny to beat the bear.  Coming over, looking for Ang, he found me at home instead.  He didn't like "fags", and 'though not many knew of my sexuality at that time, dating my sister gave him a certain bit of inside scoop.  At first he started saying some pretty nasty shit to me, and I was about to throw his drunk ass right out the door.  As we stared each other down, things started to get a little physical, and I found myself in a situation where he was trying to push me to my knees and we both were sporting a bit of blood.  I hated to admit it, but grappling with this asshole (who I happened to find super cute) was producing major wood action.  Regardless,  I stood my ground, standing  tall and strong, unwilling to let him put me in any sort of vulnerable position.  Each trying to out stare/out maneuver the other, we eventually met in the middle; each of our lips touching that of the other's.

For almost three months, we fooled around, and, with time, he opened up about his hidden desires and his fear of actually being gay.  Not much further ahead than him, I could totally relate.  I'd already had a couple failed attempts at riding the straight train, and had only recently admitted to myself that I needed to come out; that I could no longer push down my feelings for wanting to be with a guy.  Slowly things were starting to mesh for him, and each time we were together, parts of his wall would come down.  Still hidden, still somewhat uncomfortable after fruition, but always a little bit better.  That is until the one fateful day, sweet sis came home unexpectedly to find us nekked with our cocks out and our throats full.  Bad on many levels (I still think Ang harbors a bit of hate against me for blowing an ex boyfriend), but, overall,  worse for my "friend".  I never spoke to him again.  I'd see him around campus, but there was only rage and hate in his eyes.  I never ventured forth to try and make amends.

Life goes on, right?  Well, for me it does.  Nothing's perfect, I have good days and bad, just like everyone, right?  Well, everyone but my lost flame.  Through the grapevine, I've learned that while I was on vacation, he was killed in a car accident.  I don't know many details, but I can't help but be saddened for what he could have been.  Too young to die and once past his rough exterior, he was a sweet, smart, funny guy that happened to have more baggage than an mule with a 2x4 shoved up its ass for good measure.

Since, I've had plenty of relationships, but through everything, he's always been special to me.  There was something about the way we frolicked about that gets me warm just thinking about him.  For all his cocky manliness (so hot...), he had such a soft, questioning touch, that I will never forget.  I can only hope he died with peace in his heart and love in his spirit.

Wishing everyone safe, happy and full of life's sweet breath--

Rafa






















12 comments:

  1. Rafa Wonderful post. It is good tho have a little more incite into the you who you used to be.
    Oh yeah, thanks for the comments on my blog!

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  2. what a beautiful post and i get to know a little more about what makes you so amazing. Thank you for sharing and welcome back sweetie I missed you. XOXO

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  3. What a strange thing is this thing called life! What's the purpose of it all? I guess that question is irrelevent anyways. Fate. Destiny. What part of it all is my own making? Do I have a choice?

    Too many questions again. Yet I can't help it. I've been asking those questions for as far as I can remember and I always will.

    ;)
    Hugs
    Jon

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  4. @QH:
    Oh, my sweet Prince of the tighy-whitey burst'n at the seams, ALL my posts have incite into who I was, who I am and who I'm gonna BE!!! A little bit naughty, a little bit nice and a WHOLE LOTTA HORNY!!!

    And you're welcome...LOVE, LOVE, LOVE your blog and love give'n you a shout every now and again...

    @Becca:
    Incite into what? That I made another man hate me for loving him long time as I fucked at his cherry'd asshole? Right, I'm a real sweetheart... so sweet I can rot teeth with a single kiss. Sorry, being a bit of an ass....I'm glad you liked. It felt good to let a little of my past out, now I gotta make sure not to suck it all back in. Wish me luck...

    @Jon:
    Shiver your timber as you fuck at my ass
    Don't worry 'bout fate
    Or why there is hate
    Ask me no questions
    I'll tell you no lies
    Just point your erection
    Right in my direction
    I'll show you life's purpose
    As you fill me with seed
    A choice? MY ASS!!
    You are the maker
    That stirs at my pot
    But I am the baker
    That gasses 'em HOT
    A shout and a spout
    Life ends where it starts
    Poor little Jonnies
    Herded like cows
    Deep into my cavern
    Doom's at my end
    Marching along
    Right round the bend
    Death by suffocation
    Is destiny earned

    Just kidding...never stop asking and I'll never stop skirting the issue!!

    Be blessed everyone--

    Rafa







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  5. I think we've all had a lover that remains in our hearts, heads and loins. ;D
    Thank you for sharing such a lover with us! =)
    I hope you had a WONDERFUL vacation darl .... you were missed!

    xxx

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  6. Wonderful post Rafa.

    I agree with Blaze, there's always one, or two, that stay with us always for one reason or another.

    Glad to have you back Darling

    CoreyJo

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  7. @Blaz'ng?

    Oooooopies with Pooooopies staining at my ass; I think I fucked up on my last comment to you, and didn't change my moniker. I guess better you than "Aunty" (Think she's really all that pure or ya reckon she goes all wild hyena on Uncle's pig in a blanket when the doors done be closed)? I assume you guessed it anyways, but now you know it's true; I'm just a silly, cock slop'n asshole wet with cum and mewling for MORE. Oh well, based on your comment, sounds like your ok with that. =D

    When not being a complete ass, he was a pretty special dude. Just wish I could have been a better friend...funny how sex fucks that right out the damn window.

    @CoreyJo:
    I think maybe because he was the first boy I was ever with where I was the more experienced of the coupling, it was extra exciting to sorta "show" someone the ways of being gay and all the yummyness it entailed. I have to admit, it sorta broke my heart a little to be thrown away so easily, as if I was some sort of malice disease, and is probably another reason his memory stays with me so. Looking back now, I mostly feel sorry for him if he never allowed himself to act on his desires and be who he was. His life, his journey...

    Glad to know I've been so missed, and sorry for my lateness and lack of posting. I'm finding it hard (haha, hard...) to get back into any kind of rhythm.

    May both of y'all's weekend be more naughty than a two bit whore caught in a gunny sack with a couple a randy toms scratch'n at your puss--

    Rafa

    P.S. Now I gotta go wash my ass out with soap...can't let the mister have at me if I'm all stinky and gross from crap'n in my pantaloons!

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  8. amaizing post! lovely poem! and pics...

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  9. @Lolis:
    THANKS! I find the "pics...." make for a wonderful carrot to stimulate a bit of "reader"ship. I'm sure I get my share of those that spin the dial right down to the meat of the post, but glad to know you are one that enjoys the full carrot, right down to its fruity end.

    Be blessed with a SMILE--

    Rafa

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  10. @FFB:
    Thanks, my friend... you're the king's tit beg'n for a nip'n!

    HaHa...better late than never...RIGHT?!?!?

    @Rex:
    That's mighty sweet of you... no matter how old the post, a little spit and shine from a new comer rousts the beast within!!

    No promises boys (and gals, if you're still out there)...I'm start'n to feel my cock again and searching high and low for the cheekiness of it all. If found, watch out, I might just spurt all the fuck over ma damn self and lap it up; pearly dew by pearly dew. (YUMMY!!)

    SMILES--

    Rafa

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