Friday Fantasy Part 4, Devil Down Under

Donnie drove the rental car from the Melbourne Airport to the Eltham Garden Retreat Bed & Breakfast where they were booked to stay for two nights. It wasn’t that far and he had driven in Australia before, as he had been here to collect snakes, and so was used to driving on the left side of the road.

They checked in and their bungalow and room was really quite lovely.

They were going to share a room with two beds. It was about 10:00 am and they were to settle in and wait for CSIRO (Commonwealth Sciences & Industrial Research Organization) Entomologist Dr. Nicholas Throckmorton to meet them for lunch.

They went out into the garden to look for butterflies while they waited. Donnie nearly gave Mr. Butterfly a heart attack when he swore he saw an Eltham Copper Butterfly, but when it flew, Mr. Butterfly was able to identify it correctly as only a Common Brown butterfly.

The two do look similar with closed wings. They also saw a monarch.

The garden did not contain the correct shrubbery to attract the Eltham Copper: sweet bursaria. Nor were nests of the night ants Notoncus enormis required to attend to the larvae noted. Mr. Butterfly was glad that they had not gotten the Inn’s owners hopeful as finding Eltham Coppers was very economically beneficial to properties in Eltham. Having these rare butterflies would attract business to the Inn and raise the value of the property.

Dr. Nicholas Throckmorton

Dr. Throckmorton showed up punctually at noon. He was extremely tall, not bad looking at all, and introduced himself as Nicholas. Dr. Aubrey introduced himself as Donnie and of course, Mr. Butterfly went as always plus with a wink and a smile. They lunched quickly at a fish and chips place where they discussed the life cycle of the Eltham Copper butterfly.

Since he wanted them to be on the same page, Nicholas told them that the butterfly presents a fascinating example of co-operation between two very different insect groups, sharing a host plant. Its eggs are laid on plants of a spiny dwarfed form of Sweet Bursaria (Bursaria spinosa), at the bases of which nest ants of the genus Notoncus.

The larvae (caterpillars) which hatch from the eggs are constantly tended by the ants, which accompany the larvae into the ant nest during daylight or during inclement weather.

The larva obtains both shelter and protection from the ants, while the ants probably harvest sugar and amino acid secretions from the larva. Larvae pupate in or near the ant nest, with adult emergence occurring from about late November to mid-January at Eltham. The adults feed on nectar of Bursaria flowers, and that of other species such as Hakea spp. A second wave of emergence occurs during March-April, possibly reflecting a Decemberegg-laying. Alternatively, this second generation may over winter as larvae until the next season, depending upon vegetation and climatic conditions during the summer months.

Eggs of the Eltham Copper Butterfly are laid near the base of a Sweet Bursaria plant a few centimeters above the ant nest. They may also be deposited amongst leaf litter.

At night ants Notoncus enormis attend an Eltham Copper larva feeding on Sweet Bursaria.

The largest colony at Eltham, occupying only a few hundred square meters, contained 300-500 larvae when estimated directly by nocturnal counts. Adult Eltham Coppers are fast flyers, defending a territory of perhaps 20 meter radius and, although small, are exquisitely marked, with the male hind-wing bearing a distinctively sharp patch of bright copper scales.

Of course, Mr. Butterfly already knew all of this, but it was good for Donnie to hear it from a local expert. So, done with their nutritious repast, they were off into the field to find the butterfly in question. First they visited Sweeney’s Flat.

Sweeney's Flat

What a great place for butterflies! There were flowering shrubs everywhere! Nicholas led them directly to the sweet bursaria and it didn’t take them long to spot an Eltham Copper amongst the other myriad butterflies dancing above the brightly colored flowers. Nicholas and Mr. Butterfly went to the base of the bush to look for the Notoncus ant nest. It was there along with the busy ants.

After a long day in the field, the three young men dined at the same fish and chips place and returned to the Inn. All were sweaty and dirty; it had been a pretty hot day. Nicholas said that he had really far to drive to get back to where he was staying so he had to leave right away. Donnie and Mr. Butterfly said their good byes and he left. Donnie and Mr. Butterfly took turns showering and then put their sweaty dirty clothes into the Inn’s laundry for washing. They watched some local TV and retired to bed. They were so jet lagged; both were out cold in no time at all.

Mr. Butterfly had the most interesting dream. He dreamt that Nicholas had stayed. Their loggings had a large tub that was filled to the brim with a hot bath water. Nicholas was in there soaking and called for the other two men to join him. Donnie and he entered the foggy room and could just see Nicholas’ head bent back in pleasure and the bright red head of his long erect cock rising above the water as he stroked it. Donnie shed his terry cloth bath robe and got into the tub. Kneeling in the bath, Donnie put his hand over Nicholas’ and took over the stroking. Nicholas stood to his full height and slapped Donnie in the face with his long, thin cock. It had to be 10 inches at least! Donnie opened his mouth to accept the organ. He could hardly take any of its length into his mouth at all. But Nicholas seemed to enjoy Donnie’s efforts nonetheless.

The young explorer stood in befuddlement. How could he join this duo? Should he join this duo? He was perplexed to the max, but could not take his eyes from the scene unfolding before him. Nicholas bent before Donnie and Donnie shoved his face into the man’s ass. Nicholas had a pretty asshole. It was pale in complexion and resembled fine white porcelain tinged with pink in the throat and was and begging to be eaten. Donnie jerked furiously as he did this. Then Donnie stood and Nicholas took his turn eating Donnie’s tanned ass which had soaked in the tub a while. What a beautiful ass it was! He had such firm and muscular cheeks and it was pretty much hairless as he was. Nicholas had to forcibly part Donnie’s cheeks with his hands to get to his tight little hole with his tongue. Donnie squirmed with pleasure.

From somewhere, Nicholas produced a condom and donned it. He had Donnie kneel in the tub and grab the siderail while he entered him from behind. His cock was so long that it was going to be painful to get it all in. But Donnie was quite the trooper and bore it well until the final two inches when he squealed like a pig as Nicholas forced his way in. Then Nicholas fucked him good and hard. Donnie’s head bent down with the pleasure of it and he moaned endlessly. The young explorer stared fixedly at the scene before him.

Suddenly he woke in a cold sweat. His bedclothes were soaked through. He looked at his watch and it was 3:00 am. He just had to get some sleep tonight. He changed the bed linen from the supplies in the closet. Thankfully there was a full set of extra sheets. He lay down on his newly made bed to try and get some rest. How was he going to face Nicholas and Donnie in the morning after a dream like that?

Photo & text credit: Eltham Copper Butterfly

Photo credit Dr. Nicholas Throckmorton: So Slowly

Pleasant Dreams

Three lovely boys to choose from this evening to lull you to sleep. Or whatever you happen to think of that you could be doing right now. Click to enlarge. Oh and that does enlarge everything.




Photo credit: So Slowly

Movie Reviews: The Bubble & Walk on Water

Both of these movies were superbly directed by Eytan Fox. In The Bubble Noam, played by Ohad Knoller, serves in the reserve forces at a checkpoint where he meets a young Palestinian man. Noam loses his I.D. card and the young man, Ashraf, played by Yousef Joe Sweid, returns it to him where he lives in an apartment in Tel Aviv. The movie continues to follow Noam, Ashraf and the other roommates which include a gay man, Yelli (Alon Friedman) and a straight woman, Lulu (Daniella Wircer) as they go about their lives in Tel Aviv. Yousef also plays the gay Palestinian man in the movie Walk on Water.

Every day they hear about bombings and deaths and they contact each other to make sure they are not affected. They protest the political and religious violence until one day it touches them and their bubble bursts. The conclusion of the movie is how they deal with violence when it touches their group. It is unforgettable and a must see. Here is the trailer:

I gave this movie

**** of five stars

In Walk on Water Eyal, played by Lior Ashkenazi, is an Israeli Mossad agent (read ruthless assassin), who after his wife’s suicide is given the mission to be tour guide to Axel, played by Knut Berger, who is visiting his sister Pia, played by Caroline Peters, at her Kibbutz from Sweden. The reason for this undercover mission is to find out if Axel’s grandfather, Alfred Himmelman (Ernest Lenart) and ex Nazi officer is still alive. Eyal resents the mission because he feels that he is babysitting and moreover it turns out that Axel is gay and tends to befriend Palestinians both of which rub him the wrong way. He expresses this to his Mossad chief Menachem (Gideon Shemer), but it was explained that this new type of work is a break since his wife’s death. Ultimately it is discovered that the old Nazi is alive and Eyal must head to Berlin and meet up with Axel by chance.

I was completely captivated by this movie. You could just fall into Lior’s blue eyes and he plays the Mossad tough guy with such panache; I was swooning in my seat! Yet at the same time he is vulnerable and you wonder just how far he will go with Knut Berger. You just have to see it for yourself. I was hoping it would never end. There are no loose ends by the end of this movie though. All questions are answered.

I gave this movie

**** of five stars

The final Eytan Fox movie I must see is Yossi & Jagger, but fear not, it is in my Netflix queue.

Wake Up Call

Here is hottie Ryan LeBar posing for you in various states of undress for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!






Photo credit: GreekBrazilianBoy

Pleasant Dreams

Cleanliness is close to godliness. Let's all remember that as we drift off to sleep tonight.



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Honduran Hooky - Part 13, Coxen's Hole

Our last full day in Roatan the water was much smoother, but we couldn’t dive because we were going to fly the following day. My last massage was scheduled with David for first thing in the morning.

He showed up on time and we decided to do it outside on the second floor porch. He got the table ready and I got naked. I walked out in my sheet and got onto the table face down. Sean went for breakfast. David worked me hard and I groaned with the pain and pleasure of his talented hands. Man, he really knew what he was doing. Shortly, Sean came back and heard me groaning in pain,

“Is he hurting you Susie?”, he said with concern.

I moaned “Hurts so good.”

And he said “Oh. I see.”

No kidding, I tried to figure out a way for David to come to the US with us. But it just wouldn’t work out.

After my massage, I decided to go for one more snorkel in Spooky Channel. I walked down the wooden dive ladder and began to just look around and see what there was to be seen. I discovered the most amazing thing. Tiny schools of baby fish were seeking shelter under the ladder. There were all kinds of fry. Sergeant major fish, butterfly fish, needle nose gar and many more were there. They looked like exact miniatures of the adults at about an inch long.

They would have made the prettiest charms for a bracelet. I was fascinated and stayed for at least an hour gazing at them. At their size I could hardly blame them for being shy. They had quick meal written all over them. I’ll never forget seeing them.

After lunch, we gathered with most of the Dive group to go tour Coxen’s Hole. We piled into our vehicles and drove the short distance there. It was mobbed with traffic and people. Although part of the main street down by the water front was paved, there were potholes, monster puddles and uneven places everywhere. There were many tourist shops crammed together and we went to many of them. But there was really nothing new there to buy.

Idle men stood in doorways and gave the place a seedy look. We walked up a hill away from the waterfront to see what the residential areas were like. The residential areas were a bit nicer than the waterfront, but that wasn’t saying much. We noticed that we were being followed at a distance by a gentleman in his 40’s and at one point Sean lost his patience and asked him what he wanted. It turned out he wanted to give us a "guided tour”. Sean told him to get lost and thankfully he did.

Back down along the waterfront, we continued to walk along the now dirt street to the dock where the cruise ships moor.

We saw one couple dressed in their linen suits as if they were in Fort Lauderdale. They looked completely lost. We really were not that impressed with Coxen’s Hole at least as far as the waterfront goes. We joked about rich cruise folks arriving here with nothing to do or buy or see. The town needed a total revamp of roads and services just looking at it. The infrastructure was just a mess. Electric services looked cobbed together. One could only guess what else it needed if one took the trouble to ask around. If there was any charm here once now apparent in other towns, such as West End, it was long gone. We wondered where all the tourist dollars were going and whether the government was corrupt and how the money was being siphoned away from the people.

We returned to our hotel for dinner. Tomorrow we were flying home.

This trip is the last one we have taken. So I hope you enjoyed my summary and until our next great adventure, happy trails to you! Until we meet again!

François Sagat Interview

In this YouTube clip, François Sagat is interviewed and briefly discusses his career in porn that he mentions has lasted 3 years so far. He expresses what he does during his striptease at clubs. He dresses as a character and uses video backgrounds and music to further define the mood for the character.

Arrumako: Special New Link

Beni

Every now and then I check where my referrals come from and reciprocate the links. Recently, I found that Beni, a blogger from Galicia, Spain, is a large referrer. So I checked out his blog, Arrumako. It was a wonderful surprise to find that he has a wealth of Oliver Frey art work, much of it that I had not seen anywhere before! I will post some samples here and then you can go visit his blog to see his collection of Oliver Frey. He also has a fine collection of other comics such as Teasy Meat (black & white), Bike Boy (full color sheets), Tender Bait (full color sheets), Funfair Surprise (full color sheets), and Champ’s Party (full color sheets).

Boy from Borstal (Click any image to enlarge)

Warrior Boy

Porn Director’s Low Down

Danger Boy

And miscellaneous drawings

In addition to their art work, he also has a photo of the artist, and a short biography. This is a feature I have never seen on a blog before. But it makes perfect sense to have it.

Oliver Frey

Beni also has a compilation of Etienne drawings which I am over time becoming partial to.

Etienne

But there is so much more than just art in this blog. There is also gay porn, movie reviews, and poetry to name but a few. The blog is entirely in Spanish, but computer translation to other languages is available. While not perfect, I still wish I had that capability. So go check my newest link and enjoy!

Francesco D'Macho Into Twinks

Today on his blog, Francesco D'Macho said that he has a crush on GAYVN Award winner Best Newcomer Blake Riley and wonders how he would feel about "being raped"! Yowza! How hot is that? You have to admit, young Blake is a hottie and has a cute butt.




If it were me, I would be on the next plane to Madrid. Just sayin'.

(Hat tip to Doug at Unnatural Devotions)

Friday Fantasy - Part 3, Devil Down Under

Mr. Butterfly stretched and tried to get comfortable. But the seats in this Boeing 757 would not allow it. After 20 hours in the air, it was just not going to happen. He looked next to him at Donnie, Dr. Aubrey, sleeping peacefully. How jealous was he of him! Able to get sleep on this interminable flight to Australia! Surely that was a gift. There were still 4 hours to go.

At least they had better seats than others in this plane. They were seated behind the exit towards the rear of the jet, so the row in front of them had no seats and then there was the lavatory. So they could stretch out their legs. The sunlight from the window next to Donnie was falling on and illuminating the little hairs on Donnie’s arm. How pretty they were. When they met at the Baltimore Airport, He was wearing a black leather jacket over a western cut denim button down shirt with faux mother of pearl snaps and a revealing white tank top underneath with jeans.

Both the jacket and shirt were open so that Mr. Butterfly could see Donnie’s well developed chest. He looked completely edible in the ensemble. Mr. Butterfly’s heartbeat quickened and he almost swooned. He couldn’t wait to go anywhere with Donnie and the thought that they were going to Australia for 2 weeks together was almost too much to bear. He tried to contain his excitement and act bored while they boarded the plane for their first stop, LAX.

But now, 20 hours later, he felt terrible. His muscles were cramping and he had had the worst dream ever when he had managed to doze off for a moment. Of course the dream was about Donnie and they were at work in the dream.

In the dream, the young explorer was walking back to his cubicle well after hours. When he got there, Donnie was on his desk, in his naked glory, all smooth lines and muscles. He said to the young explorer “Come on in. You know you want me. Come on over here and touch me.” Then Donnie began moving seductively for him. He began stretching out his legs one by one, flexing those muscles and wiggling his toes. Who would have thought that could be so seductive? Then he stroked his own arms and flexed them a bit. He did a crunch or two on the desk and afterwards tilted his head back. Then he turned to face the young explorer and his full package and neatly trimmed bush could be seen as he sat naked on the desk. “Come here and give us a kiss, shy boy.”, he said as he smiled and showed his pearly white teeth. The young explorer could not resist and walked slowly forward into the kiss.

Donnie placed his hands on the young explorer’s shoulders and they kissed long and deep. The young explorer stroked Donnie’s shoulders and then moved down to his ample chest, tweaking his nipples as he passed them. He brushed Donnie’s arms. Already the young explorer was erect, hard as rock to be more precise. Next thing he knew, he was naked too. Dreams are like that sometimes. “What do you want me to do to you?”, whispered Donnie into the young explorer’s ear.

“Fuck me please.”, answered the young explorer eagerly. So Donnie got off the desk and the young explorer bent over it to get ready to be fucked. He felt Donnie put his hands on his hips and the young explorer parted his own butt cheeks and said “Yeah man, fuck me now!” Suddenly, Donnie had vanished.

“Mr. Butterfly! Please explain your behavior!”, yelled Dr. Gutekunde. The young explorer turned and his cubicle was filled with office staff and an angry Dr. Gutekunde. There he was completely naked standing bent over his desk spreading his ass cheeks in front of the whole office staff. Of course they were appalled and some were laughing.

That was when he woke up with a start. What a horrible dream! He was so glad to wake up from that one. But, he woke up with a woody and had to cover himself for the short walk to the airplane lavatory to rub one out.

He felt sheepish now as he recalled it. How could he ever look at Donnie the same way? He glanced over again at the angelic sleeping Donnie who now had his own woody. Mr. Butterfly rolled his eyes and threw an airline blanket over Donnie’s crotch to hide the errant erection. I just hope he is dreaming of me, thought Mr. Butterfly. Fat chance of that, was the ready retort thought.

Eventually they landed without incident at the Melbourne Airport.

* * *

I rolled over and was so warm and comfortable next to Pete. My pussy was sore from all of our fucking but I was so satisfied. He breathed regularly and was still asleep. I sighed deeply and remembered what had transpired since he walked into my place last night.

I insisted that he let me blow him first. He gave in to that request pretty easily. We both stripped and went to my bedroom, kissing the whole way there. I kissed my way down to his cock which was already at full mast and ready for anything. What a beautiful piece of meat it was! I did my best with the blow job that I could and had him moaning and groaning with pleasure, and then I slipped a finger into his ass. His moaning got louder and deeper. I throated him but since he was pretty large, it was difficult. I have suppressed my gag reflex, and now I only tear when throating, which I cannot stop. So it looks like I am crying, but it is just a reflex.

Suddenly, he motioned for me to stop. “Hey hon, you’d better stop, unless you want me to come this way. You’re a bit too good at this.” He wiped the tears from my face.

“Go for it Pete! Enjoy yourself!”

“Are you sure?” I just nodded as put my mouth back on his dick and looked up at him with smiling eyes and shoved my finger back up his ass.

“Ohhhhh!”, he moaned, as I continued. He began to writhe and in no time he was spasming with his release. I tried to swallow it all, but some leaked out of my mouth. When he was done, he lifted me up with him on the bed. “Give me a moment to recover and I will make it up to you.”, he said tenderly. Then we kissed again. He licked the rest of his cum off of my face and some of my tears as well.

We must have dozed off because the next thing I remember was him mounting me. “No Pete, roll over.” He did and I got on top of him. I had wanted to ride him for the longest time and now was my chance. His eyes shone with excitement as I got on top of him. I put his condom covered erection inside of me and it filled me right up. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I moved just a bit and he moaned. I laughed at that. I was in control, or in the driver’s seat. So I began posting as if I were on a horse. Ride ‘em cowboy! Ye ha! His face was lost in ecstasy in no time at all. It felt pretty good to me as well. As I kept at it, I began to lose my concentration too. I got a bit too into it and couldn’t keep up my pace as I got close to my first orgasm. I had to rely on his “help” with my rhythm.

He was so strong, he held onto my hips and lifted me up and down as was needed to keep up the pace of our fucking so that I could climax. I lost all control of my body when I came and fell across his chest whimpering, but I rallied and got up and continued fucking him afterwards. What a trooper I am! But he had something else in mind. We separated and moved to standing. He wanted me up against a wall. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist he grabbed my hips and fucked me up against a wall. What a stud! I came repeatedly; it was so hot. He grunted and groaned as he fucked me. I love it when my lovers make noise; it is such a turn on. Then he plunged his tongue into my mouth and with a final powerful thrust of his cock came into the condom. Then he gently stroked his cum into me with his pelvis. We stayed linked like that for a few moments before we turned it into just a standing hug.

We screwed a couple more times last night. That is why my pussy was so sore. But it was great! Pete began to stir and wake. “Morning hon! How are you doin’?”

“I am okay. How are you Sweetheart?”

“Fine.”

We hugged and he kissed me. He grabbed my breast and my ass and gave them a squeeze too. I giggled. He smiled.

“So have you decided what you are going to do with your time off from work?”, he asked.

“I thought we could just stay here and fuck for weeks on end.”

He just laughed. “No seriously. Isn’t there anything you have ever dreamt of doing but never have?” I gave that some thought. “Let me make a dream come true for you.”

“I have always wanted to swim with whale sharks and never have.”

“Great! Consider it done. I’ll book us a trip to La Paz pronto!”