Azazel

What amounts to gay sex?

2011-09-01T02:16:00.004+05:00

An anonymous commentator posted this in response to my blogpost The Quirks of Maldivian Life:

The only sexual organ in our body is our brain, then. And does he think his penis is dirty enough to be dumped into a shitty place like an ass?

I don't usually like to criticize comments because those are visitors' personal opinions.

But when I feel that the comment is derogatory or insensitive to another human being I'm tempted to defend that person.

I briefly touched upon this issue in my blogpost I don't mean to stereotype but I guess that explanation wasn't sufficient so I feel obliged to explain more...

I may be wrong but the above comment seems to belittle the island dude I had sex with and still remains a good friend of mine to this day.

If you need to understand why Maldivians have "quirky" attitudes to gay sex you should understand that, as my friend Hilath explains on his personal blog, how during the past 30 years former president Maumoon Abdul Gayoom had made sure that Maldivians became so conservative that they started regarding sex (even straight sex) as something dirty.

In such extreme circumstances gays and the LGBT community have been driven further underground and because they are made to feel that something is "naturally wrong with them" they find any loophole available in order to justify their natural desires.

Therefore gay Maldivians are suffering from all sorts of unpleasant situations ranging from being repressed and being in denial to being closeted with very few daring to come out.

Hence as evident from my own experiences which I am sharing on this blog many Maldivian gay men or even those who are bi-curious tend to indulge in or experiment gay sex while treating it as not-gay sex.

Here's how an elderly raajjetherey (rural) man once explained to me and Hilath when I happened to travel with Hilath a few years back to a southern island:

"Foakaakee insaanaage amilla baaruga vaa eccheh noon. E ee amilla sikundi eh onna eccheh. Kolhu veema noonee heeli ereema dhen hadhaane ithuru gotheh nooannaane. Dhen beynun vaanee komme gotheh viyas veren. Mani hashigandu thereyga hifehetteyne gotheh nooannaane. E eba jehey ehenveema abadhuves dheythere dheytherein beyru kuran. Ehen veema vereykah vaki gotheh nooannaane. Godhadi ah viyas, baaleehakah viyas, anhenegge athun viyas adhi firihennege athun viyas adhi kakuni horakah jahaigen nama ves heeli ereemaa dhen beynun vaanee mani beyru kuran."

Meaning:

"The penis is not under the control of the human. It has a brain (mind) of its own. If you get an erection or get aroused there's nothing else you can do about it. Then your only need would be to ejaculate (or reach orgasm). There is no way to hold back the (excess) semen inside your body. Hence it (sperm) needs to be ejaculated every now and then. Therefore there's no particular way to ejaculate. Whether it's a mattress, pillow, or at the hands of a man or woman or even inserting it into a crab's hole (on the beach), if you get aroused then you want to get the semen out somehow."

The elderly man was explaining to us why homosexuality was rampant in his island because it was not really seen as homosexuality.

Same thing happens with nudity. Due to conservatism people yearn to find a vent to express their sexual frustrations and thus as Hilath pointed out in his interesting blogpost about Islamic disfiguring Muslims get themselves divided into groups, so different in the way they view "nudity" and "sex" though we believe in the same book - The Koran.

For instance extreme Wahhabi sects wouldn't even allow a woman's two eyes to be seen (which is why the one-eye slit in the burka is popular among them) while even their aiy thila (hands, not arms) are also covered along with their fai thila (feet, not legs).

Then there are the moderates who have no problems with showing their face, hands and feet. For them just a headscarf and dresses with long sleeves and pants that touch their feet are OK and decent enough. This group now seem the dominant group in Maldives' society.

On the other spectrum are the extreme liberal Muslim sects such as the Sufis who believe that God's creation is perfect and beautiful and therefore has to be revered and therefore they don't believe in social constructs like "nudity". Likewise they don't consider sex as disgusting and therefore they neither censor nor censure it because they regard it as God's natural way of bonding two humans together which may or may not result in reproduction.

There also are somewhat "moderately liberal" groups among the Sufis as well which gave rise to setting a "criteria" or "standard" by which "nudity" and "sex" is defined but I would say that once again this is giving into overwhelming Wahhabi pressure because with Saudi billions backing them they are the most powerful Islamic force throughout the world right now and therefore this so-called "criteria" is actually some Sufis coming to a "compromise" which both Hilath and I feel is not acceptable.

Thus as Hilath wrote in his blogpost on the Islamic action of disfiguring (a concept conceived in order to prevent humans from treating statues and figures as objects or idols of worship, and also to censor "nudity" and "sex"), some sects seem to rationalize and justify what amounts to nudity and what amounts to sex based on their personal interpretation of what makes a thing nude and what makes a thing a sexual object.

This kind of mentality, although many Maldivians do not recognize it, persists in Maldives and can be seen in our tolerance level to nudity and sex.

But it can be confusing too.

For instance some sects don't consider female breasts and nipples as sex organs because although men may enjoy sucking on them during sex their natural primary purpose seems to be to feed the woman's (and the husband's) infant baby.

The same attitude goes towards butts. Some sects see it not as a sex organ but only as an excretory organ and therefore bums and assholes are not considered to be sex organs.

But then comes the difficult issue of the penis and the vagina.

Let's take the penis first.

The penis consists of the glans (boagandu), the shaft (dhandi which you stroke up and down during athun helun or masturbation) and the scrotum which contains the testicles or obbondi (some Maldivians call the testes foah but generally most Maldivians understand foah to refer to the whole organ).

The Wahhabis consider the whole organ as a sex organ but the extremely liberal Muslim sects, as I said before, do not consider that it needs to be censored or censured because God naturally made the penis the means by which sex can occur and children can be reproduced.

An attitude of this sort seem to have convinced my raajjetherey friend that the penis and bum were not really sexual objects. He definitely viewed the penis as only a carrier of sperm.

And since he viewed semen as that which is responsible for producing babies, semen became the only sexual object to him and therefore he was unhappy I swallowed it. If this dude had his way I'm sure if he was the editor of a male nude magazine he would not censor the penis but only censor cum if it is seen. This in contrast to some videos where the penis is censored but cum is allowed to be shown. This kind of attitude also prevails in Hollywood (and they are not even Muslim) where in mainstream films you may not be able to show cocks but you are allowed to definitely show semen because it is just a liquid.

Now let's come to the vagina.

The male urinal pipe is used to discharge both urine and semen but the vagina's urinal pipe is separate and the hole where a penis has to be inserted directly leads to the womb. The vagina's sensual point is the clitoris or kulhandhili and therefore the arousal work mostly falls on the clitoris. So some sects consider only the clitoris as a sexual object while the other parts of the vagina may not be considered necessarily as sexual objects.

But then other sects consider the clitoris as only a "stimulator" through which a woman can be aroused to get ready for sex and reach orgasm which may result in reproduction. Hence they don't consider even the clitoris to be a sexual object by its nature but only as a "vessel" which paves the way for sex and reproduction.

Where do I stand?

Being the extreme Liberal Sufi I am like Hilath I don't believe that there's any such thing as nudity and sex in the way it is generally meant. What I think is that the very concept of "nudity" and the word "nude" is a human and social construct in order to make us feel awkward about our bodies and even disgusted at the organs on our body that are naturally engineered for reproduction. Likewise I believe that the concept and word "sex" - to replace the word "love" - was contrived by conservatives to make us humans feel disgusted about something as natural as sex without which God has willed the human race cannot survive.

Hilath recently told me that when he recently started putting artistic male nude photos on his blog he received an email from a Wahhabi Maldivian friend who told him that "I like how you revamped your blog. The nude pictures really look artistic. But please don't put any explicit sex photos."

Now why did this Wahhabi beg Hilath not to do that?

Quite interestingly from the mail's content it seemed that this particular Wahhabi was not as extreme as one might think and might even be leaning towards Sufi liberalism. And from what I have written above I think now we can make a close-enough guess as to why.

And what did Hilath reply? Hilath told me that this was his reply he sent to that guy: "One man's porn is another man's art -- just like one man's food is another man's poison."

Exactly!

Everything is relative. Everything is subjective. It's all in our heads. It's all in our minds.

So!

Just because you come across this blog and find that Maldivians have "weird" attitudes and tastes in sex please don't belittle them. Please understand the unique social circumstances through which we Maldivians try to grasp and understand conservative Wahhabi conspiracies like their invention of the concept of "nudity" and "sex."

Hence when you read through my blogposts you might at first find my experiences "quirky". But when you understand why that is so I am sure you would start appreciating Maldivians, especially the raajjetherey rural dudes who, confronted with the reality that there may be no relief for them any soon due to the overwhelming conservatism gripping the whole society, have developed attitudes and devised ways by which they can fulfill their natural sexual desires without feeling guilty about it afterwards.

I hope this clears up a lot of things. And I hope that you readers will now find my experiences more interesting and enlightening when understood through the above circumstances I have described.

In fact right now I am typing one such experience where I had sex with this rural Maldivian dude who is actually so comfortable with his heterosexuality that he doesn't mind going around having sex with men because he exactly knows that he's not gay and therefore he doesn't feel any danger about it because he knows he won't feel any guilt afterwards. Only when we are truly guilt-free can one even begin to experience pleasure in anything.

So being the horny person he is his only concern on any given day is how to empty out his foah and he doesn't really care whether it's at the hands of a woman or a man.

I'll be uploading this experience soon. Stay tuned.

And a belated Eid Mubarik to all! Better late than ever as they say.

I don't mean to stereotype

2011-08-27T02:00:00.004+05:00

Some readers have responded strongly that they feel that my blogposts so far demonstrate a distaste for "rural" Maldivian men.

I believe that the misconception is due to the fact that so far I've been talking about only the quirky side of the average Maldivian island dude. The fact is that I don't spend much time in Male' so my experiences are based mostly from remote atolls. So I hope that readers in future would not harbor the misconception that I'm projecting our rural islanders as stupid and sexually ignorant.

Rather my aim in describing my insights into the sexual encounters I have had so far in Maldives remote atolls is to underline the uniqueness of our culture and outlook about the Universe.

While I hope not to act apologist to the twisted logic that have arisen in situations like Afghanistan where -- due to a different interpretation of the Quran -- people think that fornication and adultery with women is more sinful than homosexuality and bestiality, my aim in sharing my rural sex adventures is to enlighten readers of the fact that religious and cultural restraints have forced Maldivian men - and women - to find loopholes to rationalize and justify the gratification of such a basic biological need such as sex in a restrictive environment where people of minority sexualities like gays are stigmatized and socially persecuted.

As I said before I was enlightened from my experiences on the various perspectives Maldivians have developed over time in order to satisfy a basic natural instinct -- and a very strong one at that -- like the sex drive.

What is most interesting is, like how many researchers have found, the Western categorizing and labeling of people into lumps like 'gay' somehow fails to address the various non-Western ways -- and more subtle and sometimes even sublime attitudes -- in how homosexuality is perceived and justified among rural Maldivians.

So my blogposts are not to stereotype Maldivian island dudes as stupid. Rather I think that the fact that they think about the issue and find loopholes and rationalize the gratification of such a basic desire shows that they think about it and make intelligent decisions and therefore is a cause for celebration and an insight that should be shared with anyone who is curious about Maldivian attitudes towards homosexuality. So I am real lucky and very happy to have met all these intelligent and unique Maldivian rural island dudes and I shall remain forever grateful to them for being friends with me and for having enlightened me.

I haven't been much of a Male' person. In other countries it is the urban populace that modernizes and Westernizes but here in the Maldives it seems that urbanization and globalization have resulted in Male' youth being apathetic and giving into Wahhabi pressure to conform to moral values dictated by the Adhaalath and their Wahhabi cahoots.

So I don't bother having sexual adventures with city-dwellers because I find island dudes more relaxed about their outlook and lifestyles - and more sexually liberated too. As this blogpost by my friend Hilath states, the fact that 10 lesbian Maldivian couples now live openly in a Maldives remote island demonstrates (at least) rural Maldivians' openness and tolerance in matters of lifestyle, including that of sex.

The quirks of Maldivian life

2011-08-21T07:46:00.010+05:00

NOTE:

As promised here’s the first of my recent sex adventures in Maldives’ remote islands.

This time I will be sharing my experiences that focus on a unique aspect of what a Westerner might term the 'Maldivian gay experience.' I'll explain.

I think I am inspired to do this as recently I got feedback from some readers that some of them enjoyed the ‘weird’ attitudes of some raajjetherey (rural) dudes I chanced upon which makes the ‘Maldivian gay experience’ – if there’s such a thing – so special, enjoyable and above all, risqué.

You remember your own teenage when meeting with your girlfriend secretly without her parents knowing it made it all the more exciting, dho? The chance of getting ‘busted’ likewise adds more to the fun. It may be exhibitionism and voyeurism on my part but still it does add to the excitement -- at least in the way my body reacts to these situations.

Along with this feedback I am also inspired by Hilath’s various blogposts which, if you can for once ignore the explicit pictures, you can get some insight in to the ideas about gender and sexuality when it comes to both straight and gay Maldivian men.

Specifically relevant to my current blogpost is the difference in view regarding what is sexual and what is not which interestingly leads to seemingly conflicting but exciting outcomes - like the ‘art’ of disfiguring to implement censorship on ‘explicit’ media, a point of contention as Hilath pointed out, because ‘one man’s porn is another man’s art’ just like ‘one man’s food is another man’s poison.’

In this instance I am going to share a recent experience which only could have happened because this particular island dude had a ‘quirky’ way of viewing human sexuality and thought that the penis was just a ‘carrier’ and that ‘semen’ was the ‘only sexual object in men’. I’ll come to that interesting observation, so read on and enjoy...

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I was in the island for two days.

Through one of my contacts I had arranged for a resident to show me around and a guy in his early 20s called Mussad (not his real name of course) was the dude who took up the job.

Upon arrival in the island in the morning Mussad offered to let me sleep in his room ‘because it will save me the money’ but just to be nice I offered to give him the money I had brought to rent a day room and he kindly accepted with a smile.

There was nothing ‘gay’ about him so I wasn’t expecting anything to happen that night as there was a lot of room on his king-sized bed and I figured that we could sleep peacefully both of us on opposite sides without ‘touching’ each other.

But perhaps I was secretly expecting something ‘naughty’ to happen because with island dudes, who are not cynical like Male’s somewhat uptight and abui urban dwellers, the fair amount of ‘surprises’ I get during my travels made me sense that this time too life will turn out exciting.

We hung around the whole time during the day so we got tired almost at the same time, around 3am, and my departure was at 8am.

I changed into my boxers and T-shirt and lay on the side of the bed that was closer to the wall.

Mussad came out of the toilet in his boxers too but topless and I felt a weird sensation at the thought of sleeping so near to a naked chiseled island chest.

So I turned to face the wall and tried to sleep.

I sensed him climb into the bed and lie down on the other side.

I lay quietly, fearful of making any movements that might suggest to him that something was not ‘normal’ with me.

Soon I grew very relaxed and started falling asleep…

Suddenly I opened my eyes when I sensed that something had wrapped itself around me.

I realized that Mussad had wrapped his right leg around my right leg and I began to wonder whether it was deliberate or not.

I looked at the clock on the wall and it suggested that I was asleep not for more than 15 minutes.

I know some Maldivians who do this ‘trick’ to seduce you: it’s just a form of testing.

The idea works like this: he ‘accidentally’ wraps his leg around you and if it turns out you are not gay and that if you confront him, he will say it was an ‘accident’ and there’s nothing you can do about it and so he can easily get away with it be feigning innocence.

But if he finds you ‘accommodating’, that is, if you didn’t make it a big issue he might give another nudge until you openly consent to it; or if you want it’s your chance now to acknowledge his ‘hint’ and start doing ‘it’ because obviously he has taken the initiative and he expects you to ‘confirm’ it by a ‘positive’ act from your part.

I lay quietly and he still kept his leg wrapped around me.

I then sensed him move closer and soon I felt his breath on my neck as I felt his chest press on my back, and I then I felt his dick, very hard, pressing hard between my butt cheeks.

He then started rubbing it between my bums and then got more excited and began thrusting harder -- as if he wanted to enter me.

My anus started opening-and-closing in alternate succession as it grew excited itself and I thought, what the hell, I’ll let him enter, and if he later complained to me of ‘dragging him into a gay act’ I can get away like him too by claiming that I did it in sleep too and therefore I didn’t know what I was doing exactly.

So I felt safe as I dragged down my boxers and then I pulled my right arm over and pushed his boxers down as well and as I expected, he himself pushed down and got rid of his own boxers. Hmmm...

Now we were both completely naked and we were still lying in that position – my back to his front.

Now there was nothing blocking him from pushing his dick further and harder down along my anal area and the direct touch of his glans on my bared asshole and balls made me go into a frenzy.

But I caught myself and thought that I won’t have sex with a man who was pretending to sleep.

So I thought of blowing him, slowly, to work him into a frenzy too, so that at some point he would realize that I knew that he cannot be asleep anymore and therefore he can finally decide to act adult and accept what was happening.

In other words sex that is carried out with full acknowledgement is more satisfying than sex carried out in denial because even if the dude doesn’t view himself as gay, if he’s repressed he might act hostilely later but if he’s not repressed but closeted then at least his ‘opening’ up to you means that he is willing to share his ‘dirty’ secret with you and therefore the sex you have after that acknowledgement wouldn’t result in him acting confusedly later towards you.

I pushed my left hand down and caught the boagandu (glans) and began to squeeze it gently.

I felt it grow hard and full in my hands and then I squeezed it hard and that worked him into a frenzy again.

I did that a few times and then I felt him grab his penis in his right hand, guide it to my anus, and give a push.

It hurt a bit because I wasn’t naturally lubricated yet but I knew that the fact that he wanted to enter me without even the possibility of oral sex was a signal that he was wanting to cum. And soon.

So I got up immediately and bent over his cock and took it in my mouth.

I sucked on the glans only in order to keep him excited but not enough to make him cum. Not just yet.

Suddenly his left hand found my bum and his Shahaadath finger found its way down my kathi valhin jehi thann and to my utter pleasure that finger playfully caressed my exposed anus which began to open and close in alternate non-stop turns, indicating that I too was getting excited enough to be entered.

He then suddenly thrust in the tip of his Shahaadath finger, not unkindly, and began making rounding motions, feeling the inner walls of my rectum. I wondered whether it was his first time in getting to feel the warm, soft and ultra tight comfort of a male ass.

I knew that if he had continued that that I would cum before my own ‘plan’ became successful so I ‘politely’ moved away from his ‘fingering’ and moved around to face his crotch and with my two hands I lifted up his legs to expose the sweet dark opening that lay hidden down there.

I saw it alternately opening and closing, a clear and sure sign that it was obliging me.

I dived in.

He moaned.

And that made me lick him harder.

He gave out long gasps that went like a ‘ssssssssssssssss’ and my own erection went several notches higher.

But I wasn’t ready to ‘give in’ yet and as his body naturally tried to ‘withdraw’ from me, unable to take the onslaught on his asshole anymore, I held onto his legs in an iron grip and refused to let him go.

As I dug in into his ass, my tongue reaching inside his rectum, he moaned in pleasure and then I saw the telltale signs that he might cum when I sensed his balls acting ‘up’, a sure sign that the moment was imminent when he had to give up his sweet load, for Jesus’ sake.

So I stopped rimming and looked up.

His mouth was agape and he was breathing hard, as if he had been lifting heavy stones all day to build an Egyptian pyramid.

I could see that he was tired from all that excitement but he still did not open his eyes!

So time for another strategy I thought…

I slowly inserted my right Shahaadath finger (I hope God will forgive me one day for desecrating that holy finger uncontrollably so many times in my life) into his ass and began making ‘up and down’ motions.

His body began heaving up in pleasure.

He began to move his body up and down, accommodating my holy finger, and I felt the familiar warm, soft and yet tight comfort of his black hole of Calcutta.

At this point you might wonder, what trick?

Well the trick was this: I finger-fucked him yet at the same time I left his penis alone.

I continued finger-fucking him and soon I had the expected result...

He moved his right hand down and found his cock and began to stroke it.

He did it real hard and I knew he wanted to come no matter what.

So I firmly caught his right hand with my right hand and politely made him leave his cock alone.

He had no choice but to keep his right hand by his side on the bed because I knew that he knew that a ‘sleeping’ man was not supposed to make too vigorous ‘intentional’ moves and especially if he wanted to pretend that this sexual act was happening without his being aware of it.

I sensed him 'playing' with me so, in all my pride, I wasn’t about to give in too. Call it politics among males but I like to be treated equal and fair.

So I didn't stop. Not yet anyway.

Then quite predictably I saw his left hand finding its way to his penis and beginning to stroke it. Again!

Not real hard this time because I think he may have thought that if he didn’t make any vigorous movements in masturbating I might leave him alone to his devices thinking that he won’t be cumming any sooner.

But my concern then shifted to the possibility that if I let him play with his thing however gently, he was already ready to cum and therefore it was a matter of time before he shot up his load into the air whether he masturbated slowly or harder this time.

So once again I politely but firmly caught his hand, made him withdraw it from his penis, and let it rest by his side.

I continued finger-fucking him and from then on he obediently left his penis alone but I knew that deep down he was dying to cum.

But I had him.

The excitement of my finger pushing deep inside him made him naturally unable to make himself immune to the pleasure I was giving, and therefore with no choice, no hope and no free will, like an automated robot he continued his up-and-down body thrusts, my finger inside his hole keeping his arousal not only alive but building him up into a foreseeable frenzy.

Now that I had my total control over him for the moment (my finger was inside his body after all) his penis which had a mind of its own had no choice but to keep on 'dancing' to my every 'twist' as well.

Strategically then, I pushed my face into his crotch area and the telltale fee rubbudu smell drifted into my nostrils making me extra horny.

I wondered why I thoroughly enjoyed this somewhat stale smell that reminded me of rotten bottoms of dead coconut palm trunks and I guessed it was because we are all made up of the same material: the rotting clay of the decomposing earth.

How clever of Nature to 'trick' us into liking this smell, yet this is what all wars seem to have been fought for, for sex makes the world go round, as the cliche goes.

I began to lick his balls, taking one at a time fully into my mouth, and together with the finger-fucking he became really excited and almost thrust up into a sitting position.

But I strategically left his shaft and glans alone because I knew that a man can never feel fully satisfied, even if he came, if you didn’t directly play with the shaft and glans at the moment of orgasm.

And suddenly, but not surprisingly, I heard the familiar words: “Boala dheebala.”

I looked up and saw his eyes open.

But his eyelids were heavy and his breathing coming in gasps as if he couldn’t focus his mind on anything else now that my assault on his genitals had reached the critical point of no return.

He looked serious as he said those words, “(please) blow (me)”, and I knew that he was now almost pleading and that it would be pure torture if I didn’t give in immediately to his request and make him cum ASAP.

I dutifully took his glans into my mouth and with my left hand, I began to stroke his shaft, making sure my fingers also continued touching at least some part of his balls.

I made sure that my simultaneously playing with his ass, balls, shaft and glans would give him the time of his life.

Then suddenly, but not unexpectedly, I felt him firmly grab the back of my head, and I felt him trying to push my head away from his penis.

I looked up and he was looking at me and in a weak voice managed to give out a croak that sounded like: “Ey, veren eba ulhey,” meaning, “hey, I’m about to cum.”

Such ‘friendly caution’ comes sometimes when you have casual sex with dudes you just met.

It happens that some dudes don’t like to swallow cum although they are gay and this was a ‘courteous’ way of letting you know that you have a choice of swallowing it or not depending on your taste as all the groundwork (such as what we specifically like to do or not in bed) is not discussed beforehand as the encounter is casual after all. So you have no choice but to lay these little 'ground rules' while in the act itself.

But as it happens, when you have an erection, you don't generally give a damn about anything else. All you want is to reach orgasm, cum, whether in the hands of a man or woman not mattering at all at that moment.

There are only a few guys I came across who were completely against my swallowing their cum and during those times some of them told me that they thought that bodily fluids are “disgusting” and that it’s different from sucking a cock because a cock is just a “rubbery muscle with no fluids on its outer surface”.

Could this dude also have an attitude like that, I wondered...

Basically I couldn't care less because I find everything about the male body beautiful and delicious.

So as I said most guys I met after giving this ‘cautionary notice’ just let you suck on them if you insist on doing that and they are OK with you swallowing their cum.

I decided to take that risk with Mussad and I smiled at him to say that everything is cool and went down and continued blowing him.

But I managed only to take his glans into my mouth when suddenly, without warning, his whole body shot up in the air and into a sitting position, and his hard-as-a-rock cock found its way deep into my throat.

It was so sudden I almost choked.

He then grabbed the back of my head and forced my head down hard on him.

He couldn't control it, I guess.

I felt his fresh-smelling pubes pushing into my nose and my chin buried deep into his balls.

As he held onto me like that for a split second or too, I felt the telltale heaving of his balls.

His penis at last gave its final violent push and I felt the familiar but welcome warmth trickle down my throat.

And I was extremely glad at the same time that I didn’t choke.

I guess I had deepthroated so many times that even in unexpected moments like this I was ready for it though in early years I had to go at it slowly because I felt like choking and vomiting whenever I felt a cock ‘filling’ the deep inside of my throat.

I gratefully drank all the juice flowing out of him.

And when at last I felt the last of the hot droplets, I held onto him and didn’t immediately withdraw.

Then slowly I felt his hand release my head and I knew that he was fully satiated.

I squeezed the bottom of his shaft and slowly, tightly, I withdrew my mouth, managing to bring out all the remaining liquid in his urinal pipe.

As I took his glans out of my mouth, I licked clean the last few droplets and seeing the ‘mouth’ of his glans as if it was ‘smiling’ at me with pleasure, I planted a quick light kiss on it and I looked up and saw that he was smiling :)

“Let’s go and wash in the sea,” he then said quietly, and added, “naked” -- for emphasis I think.

I guess he was still horny so I didn’t mind.

It was around 5:30am and the sky was just lighting up but we didn’t feel afraid because his home was in a quiet falhu part of the island and it was just about 50 feet from the beach and there were bushes all around us right up to the beach that grew as tall as us and therefore would keep us hidden while we took the walk to the beach, naked.

We did some skinny dipping and after a few minutes of splashing around, came out of the water and still not spying anyone coming from either side of the beach, we decided to risk some more and sat on a patch of grass and relaxed.

He sat looking at the horizon as if in serious thought.

I sensed that something was troubling and that was not a good sign.

So I ask him: "Why? What's wrong?"

“You know,” he began, “you shouldn’t have swallowed my cum.”

Then he turned towards me but I didn’t know what to make of that look so I pretended to be innocent and raised my right eyebrow to sign to him to explain himself more...

“Nothing’s wrong,” he replied, still holding my eyes, “but I’m uncomfortable because I think dhari fani (sperm) is meant only for the pleasure of women since it’s a ‘sexual object’”.

I pretended to be indignant and asked him in a playful tone: “Well, your cock is also a ‘sexual object’, no? And yet you let me suck it.”

“That’s different,” he said, still holding my eyes.

“What’s different?” I pressed again.

“Well, the dick is just a muscular ‘ejaculator’ for the semen, hence, the penis is not a sexual object in itself. I think it’s a common error that people make because it acts as the medium by which the cum is delivered from the balls and out into the vagina or a woman’s mouth,” he elaborated, and then added, “So I don’t think a man should swallow another man’s cum although you may suck his cock.”

“I see,” I replied, my eyes also not letting him go.

Was it defiance?

I think it was more of confusion on my part and therefore I didn’t know what kind of a response would have been appropriate in that situation.

He didn’t say anything then so I thought I will say something to calm him down: “Alright, next time I won’t swallow your cum.”

Predictably he brightened up and smiled too.

Then, just on a hunch, I casually asked him: “Next time when you cum, where would you have it in?”

He immediately replied: “Your ass of course.”

“My ass?” I was dumbfounded.

Liwat or anal intercourse (also called sodomy) is haram (prohibited) as popularly taught in the Maldives though we know that Afghans believe that masturbation, gay sex and even bestiality with goats is halal (legal) in order to prevent oneself from going out of control and committing the "more graver sin" that is fornication with a woman.

Ironic but no two individual humans are alike in thinking and that's a fact however difficult it makes things for ordinary humans like us -- as far as staying within the so-called 'decent boundaries' are concerned when conducting our private sexual affairs.

Anyway I thought why the ass and not the mouth since the ass would be ‘more dirty’ than the mouth which will be relatively clean (because I also happened to brush my teeth before bedtime).

I didn't actually voice this thought but he then started explaining by himself: “The ass is for shitting and therefore you can dump anything dirty down there since it’s already a dirty place down there.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

But I thought I should take advantage when the opportunity had presented itself because who was I to judge another person’s opinion? After all when you really think about it he has a valid point of view because he has in his own way rationalized ‘gay’ sex purely on the criteria of what makes a ‘sexual object’ depending on its biological ‘function’ and ‘need.’

“But you’ll have to do it with a condom because I never fuck anybody or let myself be fucked without a rubber. It’s dangerous these times you know,” I told him.

He gave out an extended “ooookkkkk” and I knew that he wasn’t totally happy about it but I wasn’t going to take any risks with a guy I had just come to know so he would have to settle only for the ‘tightness’ of my hole, foregoing the ‘warm’ and ‘soft’ part of it. At least on this trip.

We walked back to his place and it was almost 6am and we could see things clearly now.

I took out two condoms and we did each other in turn.

When he entered me, it was in the doggy position and he specifically requested that position and later told me that that position made him heskiyaafa kaafaru or really horny.

I applied the lubricant I always carried with me on my trips onto my ass and watched him put on the condom on his modest-sized cock. It always makes me damn horny to watch another guy put a condom on his hardened dick.

As he began to thrust up and down, I held onto his two butt cheeks in a tight grip, to prevent his cock accidentally popping out of my ass at a critical time.

And I felt him thrust harder, the added excitement driven by his balls hitting mine in turn with every deep thrust of his crotch into my anal area.

Then suddenly he gave a gasp and fell on to my back, his breathing heavy down the back of my neck, his saliva trickling down my shoulder blade.

He was spent.

We spent a few seconds like that and then I thought it was time to shower and get ready for breakfast and departure.

But he made no move to move away.

And that surprised me again.

He continued keeping his valhoa vefa oiy (flaccid) penis inside my buree loavalhu (asshole) and made no move at all to take it out which was strange.

Then he nibbled my ear and whispered: “When will you be back?”

And as he was saying that, I felt him hug me closer to him and as both our bodies wrapped around each other tighter, I felt him push his penis deeper into my ass. Again.

“I think I love you,” he then whispered in my ear.

I then realized what he was doing.

He was sort of, I emphasize, sort of emotionally blackmailing me to come back to him for some reason.

The fact that he still had his penis inside me sort of psychologically made me momentarily bound to him, bonded to him body and mind, and like how I had tricked him by that strategic finger-fucking, I think he had figured it out for himself too and was now keeping me ‘stimulated sexually’ until I gave in to his own demands as well.

But I had no answer for that.

I am a traveler and I don’t stay in one place for long.

I’ve fallen in love so many times I find it difficult to keep track of every bang I have had.

I guess I am sort of hoping that one day in Heaven I will be reunited with all those ‘lost loves’ and I would get my own eternal harem consisting of me and only the island dudes I have fucked around -- with nothing keeping us away from the constant pleasure of each other with our God-guaranteed eternal erections.

New adventures with island studs cumming up

2011-07-21T03:21:00.003+05:00

Been too damn lazy recently and been delaying sharing my new adventures with island studs. Soon I promise!

I will be sharing my personal adventures on this blog. I point out this because I recently set up another blog to explore and share my interest in male beauty and artistry of the male form. The name Lukewarm Pixels is purely cosmic coincidence and for all legal pretensions have nothing in common with Warm Pixels, the other gay Maldivian blogger.

I spent a lot of time pondering on this after my friend Ubaid recently got negative feedback about putting up naked pictures. Apparently it seems the written word is universally accepted, however cum-drenched the text, while visual and audio mediums are not socially acceptable.

Why? I ask. Seeing a dick visually or hearing a man orgasm is bad but not reading erotica?? Have you never experienced the magic of words? A good erotica should make you masturbate and cum.

Whatever the debate I am not here to get into any debates. I like what I like and I know why I like what I like and I know why I like to share what I like. So I'm going ahead with it. (By the way Ubaid's newest blog has been removed, again thanks to all those pretentious blabbermouth gay Wahhabi kids out there).

This blog is not with a specific mind to further a cause -- it's just a blog to share my visual tastes with my Maldivian and international LGBT friends.

Still, if this blog helps to forward the cause as Fan'diyaaru Kakuni may agree, then it's worth my time I guess ;)

Living in the moment

2011-05-08T23:58:00.006+05:00

One joint is fine. Takes me to the level where I still have stock of reality and a sense of control over myself.

But two bidis?

Too much. I feel giddy, I feel light, and I feel emotionally disoriented.

I wanted to get out. Somehow the jam session was bothering me. It was just the two of us.

I was playing a solo but Ali’s drumming was somehow unsettling me.

I suddenly stopped. Looked at him with kannei lolakun or faked ‘lazy’ eyes, to give the hint that I needed to hit the sack.

“I’m off,” I tell him. And get up.

Somehow his shirtless form caught my attention. Usually I am into skin as dark as black coral but Ali’s skin tone close to that of brown coral made me aroused.

I wanted to go quickly because Ali knowing that I am gay would find it inappropriate if he detected even a hint of odd behavior on my part which may make him uncomfortable and me unforgivable.

“Ok,” he says, and I thought that would be it.

But before I got to the door of his dimly lit room (pity there were no candles burning), I heard his voice, directed at behind my back: a “Good night” said in a mellow tone.

I didn't respond this time. I thought that his “Ok” said in response to my “I’m off” should suffice to seal our conversation for the night.

But apparently it hadn’t.

Had he found a reason?

Was it awkwardness? That moment of uneasy silence when two people are inexplicably bonded that words are not enough for them to express their awaited physical and spiritual binding which should then result in a universal explosion of ecstatic unity and oneness of being?

Maybe.

I didn’t say anything. I thought that if I had, it would signal to him that somehow I had caught the hint and had acquiesced myself to him.

Rather than become his slave by acknowledging his expression of interest, I played the ‘hard to get’ game, but it was also to make sure that he was serious enough in me to pursue me, and my decision not to acknowledge his “Good night” had more to do with trying to create an opportunity whereby if he had thought that I hadn’t got the hint, it should give him the urge to make a second effort, which would be the confirmation that I needed that indeed he was interested in me.

Was there a sexual awakening in him? I wondered about that, too.

I started walking on Majeedhee Magu. I was too stoned to do anything more than count the pavement bricks.

My mind was numb enough to block any real emotional feelings that would have been chemically triggered in my body ever since Ali showed out of character behavior towards me tonight.

But his thoughts were trying to creep its way into my mind.

Somehow I managed to block them. It was like keeping at a safe distance the unsolvable problem: how do I get into his mind and know his true feelings?

The effects of the marijuana did its part well. However unsolvable a problem appeared, my mind dismissed it as just another problem with the universe that you personally cannot set right.

All around me I only felt the men. Women didn’t exist in my world. They were like any other species.

I wondered whether that was what was like for straight men: would men not exist for them because being straight men their only sexual interest was in women?

Would men exist in a lesbian’s world?

And should a gay be happy if it came to pass that the majority of women turned into lesbians?

I couldn’t risk looking at anything. I kept my eyes firmly glued to the ground. One look up and my red eyes would give me away. Damn I had forgotten that effing Visine bottle.

My senses had also grown ultra sensitive. Suddenly I sensed a wisp of an animal smell and I realized that someone who was genetically in tune with me had just passed. Too bad I couldn’t lift my face up. My eyes were all puffy.

I went into a shop, regretting that I had not checked out that guy. I felt so horny.

It was a super mart. The kind where the sales ‘promoters’ do not know exactly what they sell on their shelves, while the queues to the cashier counters seem never to end, how many cashier terminals there are…

I bought a deodorant, sponges and a new brush to clean my toilet bowl.

I offered a Rf500 note to the female cashier who some straight men would have termed a MILF - I actually risked looking at her because somehow it just didn't bother me that a woman caught on that I was high.

The woman actually smiled and I was taken aback!

This kind of courtesy you hardly come across these days as far as Maldivians’ personal interactions with other Maldivians are concerned. Maldivians are only internationally famous as the “friendliest people on earth” because unless you fake your smiles, you aren’t going to get the much needed dollars from that foreign tourist.

To us Maldivians, we are bitches.

I walked into an alley which took me to my home.

It seemed too long now.

I kept on walking. A second seemed like a minute.

It seemed that the alley was full of shady youth.

Suddenly I became quite self-conscious and I wondered what the testosterone-brimming young men would be thinking when they spied the stuff I was carrying, which unfortunately the MILF at the counter had wrapped in a see-through plastic bag. If only the shop had been carbon neutral...

But it was too late! I was caught on the street with shameful stuff.

Would they be wondering about the state of my toilet bowl?

Would they be thinking how unhygienic I am?

Would that suddenly make me unsexy in their view?

What a pity. The lost opportunities.

But here in Male’, life is what it is.

I felt a fear. They could be dangerous. But if ever one of these gangstas pointed a knife at my neck, I would sweetly lick on the steel, and ask him to grant me one final wish before my imminent death at his (sexy) hands: simply a warm wet kiss on his mouth.

That wisp of animal smell again...

Another man who appealed to my erotic tastes must have passed.

I entered my home, my heart racing a little.

I was excited. I need to cum.

No. I needed to orgasm, which was something different.

But I was too tired. And my current fuck buddy was out on the town on one of his nightly missions – to get the stuff we needed to keep ourselves high.

Around 2 o’clock in the morning, I woke up to an uncalled for SMS at that dead hour of the night. It was a message from Ali and it simply read: GOOD 9I8

Sweet, I thought.

But then apparently he had something on his mind!

Dare I find out? How? I had been having a friendship with him for 8 years and this is the first time an usual ‘spark’ occurred while the two of us were alone. Was the ganja to blame? I simply don’t know.

I can’t be too bothered to find out his real feelings but I am willing to put a little effort into it. If he does acquiesce, to me in the end, no harm done, no?

I Know What I Did Last Bodu Eid – Part 4 of 4

2010-12-30T04:08:00.004+05:00

As we approached the holhuashi I saw that S was bathed in droplets of sea water. He must have had taken a dip. All the better. Sex with a body that tastes brine does wonders to my receptors.

Checking that no one was around, S sat down.

I sit down too but then he touches my hand and says, “I wanna enter you.”

“I…” I began but didn’t know what to say further. I wasn’t ready to be anally penetrated during a short holiday by somebody I had met only a few days ago.

He took my silence as my consent and though that is a most dangerous precedent, I’m glad my curiosity got the better of me as was proven later!

He reached for my belt and began undoing it and I didn’t resist.

If he was confident and strong enough to face the risk, why spoil it for him I thought.

He obviously looked up to me as his mentor, his personal yoda, so there was no way I was going to pour cold water on his newfound excitement by showing any hesitance whatsoever on my part.

I had created a Sex Monster in order to address my own insecurities at sex, and I had no choice but to play along and continue the game.

So I had no choice but to give in to his desires - in order not to unmake the Sex Machine I had molded him into, just a few minutes ago.

But boy was I in trouble! I hadn’t had brought along my condoms or lubricants so I was wary of contacting STDs.

Of course nowadays if you can get the right free pharmaceutical cocktails from the WHO, you can continue to live a normal life with a normal life span even if you contact HIV. But as I said, it depends on the fact if you can afford these high-end medicines which is keeping people like Magic Johnson alive. Too bad it wasn’t in Freddy Mercury’s day.

So I considered… should I risk it? Should I let him penetrate me without a condom? And if he requested in turn, should I penetrate him too without a condom?

It was a difficult decision because I was always careful.

I weighed the pros and cons: if I got AIDS, I could beg Anni to assign me to the WHO and give me free treatment so that I can live past my grandpa’s ripe-old age of 90 (in some circles it is said that a man is sexually active at over 90 just as if he was below 30 though I don’t have proof of this!)

The virgin ass that I thought was S turned out to be not so innocent after all, at least according to V, and any such warnings I knew I should take seriously even if S was innocent, just to stay safe.

Then some kind of “bodu OK” overwhelmed me and I thought, what the heck, if I have to get AIDS I would rather get it from him than a less worthy son of a bitch.

But I didn’t know how I measured people’s “worthiness”.

Was it through my own personal sexometer? I mean, the more pleasure I get from a person, no matter his looks, the higher his “score.” Get it? Good.

So I let him take off my pants and my T-shirt.

We were both naked. Lying on a holhuashi. In the middle of nowhere.

It was an awesome feeling.

He showed no qualms when he briefly gave my cock the usual check-over and quickly moved on to eating my ass and then, started licking my butthole too. Boy was he a fast learner! And he didn't hesitate to act on it too!

When I felt my own rectum opening up, I told him to enter.

I was jolted by a shot of pain as he entered and immediately my back arched and his penis was automatically withdrawn as fast as it had come deliberately inside me.

He was hovering on top of me, ready to fuck again, but I touched his chest with a gesture as if to say, "Let me catch my breath before you bang me up again."

After the initial shot of pain died down in under less than a minute, I thought I should give it a second try.

It would have been so much easier if he was wearing a condom and my ass was properly lubricated with all those pharmaceutical over-the-counter gels.

But necessity is the mother of invention, so under trying circumstances like this, you would need to demonstrate your ingenuity and adapt yourself to discover innovative ways of feeling sexual pleasure.

To get naturally lubricated, it takes time, sure. The rectum needed to get really worked up in order for the body to naturally start producing mucus, lubricating the tunnel.

But his second thrust was less painful.

However, just to catch my breath, which I had held during the shot of pain at the point when he entered me again, I pushed him away and arched my back, letting his penis fall out again.

I felt my rectum tighten a bit but within seconds I felt it opening again, as if ready to welcome something into it, with open valves. Ah, finally, my ass was opening up!

“Ok, enter,” I told him simply as I prepared myself to take in his third thrust, “but after you enter, just hold it there without thrusting. Just let your dick rest inside my hole for a while until my ass feels comfortable. And when you do start thrusting, do it slowly at first and I will give you the indication when to speed up.”

That was the only way to prevent my voshi filaa from iraigen dhaning, meaning it was the only way for my rectum to be stimulated enough to produce its own mucus and naturally lubricate my lower bowels so that the vulnerable delicate skin and lining of my rectum and lower bowels will not be ruptured or torn, leaving me prone to infection.

He worked me up to such a frenzy that soon I felt as if a bog was coming but it was deception by the body itself because I knew that no bog was coming and that it was the rectum’s natural way of heaving itself to allow full wide access to S’s thrusting cock.

He made sounds which I guessed must have been “oooh oooh” but which I heard as a kukurun or growl in pain that went like “nnnn….nnnn…”

For a weird second my mind became distracted as I wondered whether this was the sound some chickens made as bestiality was performed on it by some Raajjetherey men who not only enter their thing into cocks but also rays and any other living soofi that has any orifice that could accommodate a human penis.

He gave one final “nnnn” and collapsed onto my shoulder.

I felt a spot of warmth spreading slowly deep inside me, no doubt the juice of his very being now filling the spiritual and physical void inside me, uninhibitedly drawing white fluidly graffiti patterns on the inner walls of my lower chambers. If I was a woman all that sperm would have immediately impregnated me with his baby.

I lay breathing heavily, feeling his cock full in my asshole. It was a nice sensation. I wanted it there for some more moments so I let him lie on my shoulder, him breathing heavily too.

He then lifted himself up and treating with utmost care, withdrew his cock gradually from my ass, being careful not to cause me any unnecessary pain.

He then turned playful and playfully fingered my ass and commented, “Hey, the stuff is coming out.” You know what he means.

He picked up a hirundhu leaf nearby and helped clean my ass. How nice.

When he began rubbing the hirundhu leaf carefully on my rectum, I felt it hardening again, and I knew that I was ready for another round.

But though my body was getting ready, my mind was not and I knew that it was time to take a rest before I had to go to the 3am breakfast with the Councilor just before my flight back to Male’.

I still had not cum but what the heck, I could service myself a nice hand-job while in the shower.

There’s nothing like a good old jerk and this was one of the reasons why I let him stroke his cock to climax because as I mentioned earlier, the only thing a person usually remembers is how good his cumming was – the quality of his climax -- and you are the only one who knows what really ticks you and turns you on.

It doesn’t matter how you pleasure him. What is important to keep in mind is that you should find out what he wants even if it means asking him directly how he wants it done.

You never know. A “traditional stroke” of the penis may not work on some guys even though you may stereotypically think that that kind of style will work on all guys. Be my guest but that is simply not true. The real world doesn’t work that way.

So in order to make sure that both I (for my ego reasons) and my partners find our respective climaxes equally pleasurable, I always make sure my man, quite literally, have a hand of his in his own cummings!

And to date, it has never failed me. Or any of my partners! You should be considerate. Give and take.

Affter turning and checking towards the mosque again, he slowly lies down next to me and then says, “Magey buri ah ves aruvaala bala”, meaning quite bluntly “why don’t you thrust your thing into me too.” That’s why I like the straightforward and honest language of Raajjetherey youth.

I did the same operation on him but I found that I came too fast. Maybe because I was anxious to go. I didn’t really know.

I caught a madhu-gas leaf nearby and helped clean his ass too. “Faibanee dho,” he made a statement, meaning “Coming out, eh”, and I guessed this must be awkward for him although sex seems so natural. I guess you have to deal with the aftermath of sex too and that means cleaning up. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about it. Whatever fluids his body has, your body has them too. So deal with it!

I admit I got quite a kick watching my white goo coming out of his own black ass.

We then went for a quick dip. Nothing naughty. There was no time for it. It was just a quick dip in the lagoon because we had to come out and clothe fast lest anyone walk by when we were both not watching out for any risks!

We parted from the bodu magu (the main road of the island) and after taking a fresh water shower I made my way to the Councilor’s home because I knew he would be up and readying for my departure.

THE AFTERMATH

True enough around 3am I found the Councilor lying on a joali in his garden.

I decided against letting the Councilor know that I actually had gay sex on his island and thereby somehow desecrated his land. So I thought I would ask only a general question as the Councilor knew I was gay even though I know he will keep my secret.

“How is the gay situation in the island. Should I be careful?” I ask directly.

“Well, it’s actually like the rest of the Subcontinent,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Appearances are important. If you show you are married and have children, even if people later come to know you have homosexual tendencies, they tend to think of it as foibles like in Afghanistan and do not necessarily think you are gay. Maybe even the fact that they may be gay doesn’t even occur to them! It’s the same with Afghans and Maldivians I think. They think it’s a ‘quirk’ taking over you because women are forbidden to you.”

The Councilor told me that the futtaru faraaiy was where all the notoriety happened.

“If you are gay, you go to futtaru faraaiy and you will find potential partners also on the lookout. They will make sure they are not seen doing it. Though when they emerge onto the road together, everybody knows they had (gay) sex, but they don’t talk about it and live in denial because as I said as long as you are not seen to be doing it, people treat it as if it’s not occurring. It’s a weird concept, I know, but that’s one thing inexplicable about Maldivians’ mentality,” he concluded.

Well, I don’t know whether that kind of sick mentality is healthy for anyone, Maldivian or not!

But my guess is that, if you are a gay sex predator, luck is on your side if you happen to be in Maldives or Afghanistan.

Until next time with a new sex adventure, Happy New Year everyone! Enjoy!

Love and Peace to All. Amen!

I Know What I Did Last Bodu Eid – Part 3 of 4

2010-12-30T03:37:00.011+05:00

S was still not in sight so I stayed calm and said “hi” when I saw that it was a man in his 40s who worked as an assistant to the Island Councilor.

Before I could say anything more, the man who I will call V, came over and sat down next to me on my side of the holhuashi.

He smoked Camel Light too and said: “Hey I thought I spotted a lit cigarette from afar and thought I would come and join.”

“No problem,” I said and offered him my pack.

I started becoming wary, knowing that S may come back any time soon.

So I thought I wouldn’t make much conversation and that if it appeared as if V was here to stay, I will go off home immediately, hinting him to come along with me to the early breakfast that was waiting for me at the Councilor's residence.

S would of course later discover that I was gone but then his clothes were there so he could safely return to his own home.

V took a Camel Light from me and lighted up and all the time I was wondering how he would react to see S’s pants and shirt neatly folded on the holhuashi. But I knew what I would say to him if he discovered it. I was ready. I had it meticulously planned all along.

But I fervently hoped that S would also realize the excuse he should invoke should he accidentally come near the holhuashi and be discovered in his full nakedness by V.

As if Nature is some evil woman concocting devilish plans, I saw S come into view but still way down the beach.

He was leisurely strolling, naked of course.

If he looked towards us, he would definitely have seen us.

But it was as if he was oblivious to everything. So relaxed was my guess.

As he strolled and passed directly in our line of sight, I saw to my shock that S still had his erection going strong and V would have definitely seen it!

I turned and saw that V also had seen S and was now sitting stock still.

I prepared to make some embarrassing comment but then V looked at me and then he looked over his shoulder and for the first time he noticed S’s clothes.

He looked quizzically at me and I was ready with my ready-made answer that was the most appropriate excuse acceptable to that particular island community in that particular context: “E lhai dhiya ee bog eh jahan”, meaning S had gone to take a crap because the English word ‘bog’ has become naturalized into Maldivian and any young Maldivian now understands the word ‘bog’ for what it stands in English and Dhivehi as well.

In some rural islands, this tradition of shitting on the beach is usually on the futtaru faraaiy where people rarely loiter around unless to answer a Call of Nature or take part in a secret sexcapade.

This gondu-dhoh as handas-buri tradition persists in some rural islands, stemming from the fact that earlier Maldivians did not have any knowledge of the existence of modern sewage systems.

V understood. I knew that V knew that it was natural for men at this time of dark night to go to the futtaru faraaiy to take a crap.

It was also understood that you may naturally take all your clothes off in order not to get them wet in case you are splashed with a wave while you are wiping your ass in the sea water.

So I knew that V would think it perfectly normal for S to have taken off all his clothes, kept them on the holhuashi under my watchful eye, and gone off to the beach to find a spot to release his crap.

But then I was wary too that V may start wondering why S was not making any attempt to relieve his hard loaded shit and instead kept strolling on the beach, naked and erect.

And I perfectly understood that it was odd for me to actually say out loud that “S had gone to take a crap” just as he crossed our direct line of sight without a care in the whole wide world.

But then I comforted myself that V would be sympathetic towards me, me who was alien to their particular island culture and island lifestyle, and perhaps come to view my awkward attempt in stating the obvious as an embarrassed but respectful attempt to cloak the awkwardity of S’s most vulnerable moment bared to both of us.

I consequently felt my embarrassment going down a notch.

“Ha hah!” V suddenly gave an abrupt laugh. “S is not going there for a crap, my man, rather he’s going to bang his newest girlfriend.”

I of course had no way to know of these side dishes that S was supposedly keeping. I was only a mehmaan, a pardesi in that island for a few days after all.

And therefore no way was I bothered about S having secret sex partners, female or male.

It sufficed that he was ready to do it with me. I mean have sex.

“I see,” I replied and waited for a few minutes and thought of changing the subject. The whole situation was making me uncomfortable. In fact it was getting on my nerves.

“So how is our friend Anni doing?” I tried to steer the topic to politics, a safe subject, unlike sex.

He looked at me, as if questioning, then chuckled and said, “Balaa eh, dho?”, meaning “What a curse, eh?”

But he didn’t elaborate. And he didn’t continue talking either, much to my relief.

I thought of feigning going home but before I could do that he stood up and said that he was going home: “Very tiring day man. Let’s go to breakfast (at 3am) with the (Island) Councilor shall we?”

I nodded and told him, "I'll join you after another fag drag" and he went off by himself.

I turned around and watched him walk off. I wanted to see if he was a Hypocrite.

I saw him turn around and take a look towards me.

I was proven right. He was interested.

At least in something. But I didn’t know what. Was he gay? I didn’t particularly sense that about him. But then you never know.

After making sure V had really gone off, I scanned the beach for any sign of S.

He was still nowhere in sight. Was he really doing it with a woman?

My curiosity got the better of me.

I decided to take a walk of my own to find out.

I wasn’t being nosy. I mean, I wouldn’t mind it even if I discovered him doing it with a woman. All I wanted to do was to know him more. See what he likes. Feel what he enjoys.

So I had perfect reason to find him. And anyways, I felt like I was being stood up right in the middle of a good sex match! So I had every reason to hunt for him. And he surely should understand that!

So I walked down the beach, first to the east a bit, then to the west.

I spotted him a bit far; he was alone and it was dark but the shadowy figure definitely confirmed it was him as he drew closer.

As he approached, surprisingly I saw that his erection was still on. My god what could this guy be up to I thought!

But I took comfort in that his erection confirmed to me that I still had the comfort of looking forward to making him cum heavenly.

All the better. The longer it takes, the more exciting the cumming will turn out to be.

He walked quite comfortably, as if it was natural for a naked man with a full-blown erection to walk alongside a clothed man as if there was nothing unusual happening there!

The fact that he had become so comfortable definitely meant that I had succeeded in my mission. I had helped him overcome his fear of tearing down his Final Frontier. Now he is equipped with the courage to face anyone anytime anywhere in the world because he is the Ultimate Sex Machine and he has no fear whatsoever of anything or anyone anymore.

It was getting late and I thought I should just give him a quickie and head home before my fathis time departure from the island.

But as things usually turn out, I spent another one hour in a very precarious situation.

Health-wise. It had something to do with condoms. Or the lack of it.

To be continued…

I Know What I Did Last Bodu Eid – Part 2 of 4

2010-12-30T02:15:00.036+05:00

I wanted to choose a time that will not be either too safe but not too risky as well - just the right touch of risk that will titillate you into sexual arousal and discover that sex is not just doing it with another partner physically but that there’s much to be enjoyed by voyeurism and exhibitionism as well.

So I settled for the time immediately after Esha prayer - when most people stay indoors for family dinners - and before 10pm which is the time when most people come out to hang out after settling their stomachs or “bandu hama jassaalaigen.”

Because it was not daytime like the earlier Hukuru prayer time on that Friday, there would be less risk of being discovered because it would be dark in just the right amounts.

The walk from the old mosque to the holhuashi after Esha prayers was exciting enough.

He kept looking at me and smiling all the time and I knew that he himself was thinking the same thing: what kind of new game I would play to make him reach new heights of sexual pleasure.

The anticipation was killing him. I sensed it.

And I somehow felt that because it was the evening I would say farewell to that island, he would do anything I asked him of that night without question.

There was nobody of course.

We sat silently for a minute and surveyed the area just to make sure that nobody was in the vicinity. If we saw anybody coming while we were doing it, I wanted him to have the window of time to put on his clothes.

I didn’t plan to take off any of my clothes.

Well, that was the original plan anyway. But as this Cosmos is all about Anarchy, Nihilism, Chaos and Disorder, I couldn’t control all the External Factors that later came to render me “bottom-less” - by that I mean my pants were off but I kept on wearing my T-shirt and boy that would have been a sight! I was reminded of an incident a friend earlier told me about one when one of his male hetero friends fucked a buruga-wearing girl on a beach.

The amusing thing was she had taken all her clothes off except her buruga! The buruga, she had supposedly said, made her “look like her.”

Let me explain: Like Ali Rameez projecting a Wahhabi image and Mezzo Mohamed trying to project a black Goth image, so our buruga-girl also thought that if she removed her buruga, she would lose the image she wanted the outside world to have of her.

So they fucked all through the night without anything except the buruga on!

What a sight that would have been. keke.

I put my hands and felt his crotch. That is usually my signal to say ‘let’s get it started oh yeah.’

I unbelted him and unzipped him.

His full-bodied snake lay sleeping peacefully.

But I noticed there was no grass.

I looked questioningly at him.

“I shaved it before going to mendhuru namaadhu (noon prayer) today. My friends say that if you don’t shave your kes once every 40 days your namaadhu would not be gaboolable to Allah.”

What stupid reasoning. Your prayer not accepted by God because you failed to shave your pubes? Pretty amazing logic coming from Paradise, isn’t it.

Anyway I liked him shaven. Though his shaven skin proved rough, none of the sublime earthly smell given off by the lost pubic hair was lost at all.

In fact surprisingly his manly body smell hit me full blast in the face.

I folded his pants in a way that if he had to wear it in a flash, he could find the ‘opening’ without a split second’s hesitance.

Then he made a motion to lie down but before he could lower his upper body onto the hard holhuashi, I reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning him.

He shot a questioning look at me but then immediately began looking down, deep in thought.

I couldn’t detect any smiles but then as I started exposing his hard abs, I found them becoming taut and I sensed him taking deep breaths.

I think he was, inside his mind, weighing the risks, and maybe wondering how much I was confident in my plan because if anybody got busted it would be him not me!

He didn’t resist as his shirt finally parted with him and I folded it carefully and laid it next to his pants in a way, again, that he can put it on if there was an emergency.

Then he lay back, on his own, without my asking.

I didn’t do anything immediately.

I wanted him to lie down and just relax so that when he was really relaxed, he would feel more bold and his insecurities (at the risk of getting discovered) will become minimal.

That was how my original plan was going to work: Dare him and in fact make him do things he otherwise would never have thought he was capable of doing - sexual-wise at the least.

For around a minute or two, I let him just lie there.

It was an exciting sight. He folded his arms behind his head and lay there, his legs spread wide, quite the professional I should say he had become in just a matter of minutes, but to my disappointment I could see that his cock was still at rest.

He made no effort to play with it.

I got the message; I was supposed to be the one doing it to him.

If you can make sense of all those italics.

Either he was really relaxed or he had masturbated earlier I had no way to know.

So I thought of exciting him enough to the point that he will go along with the second unannounced part of my plan.

I lowered myself and without touching his cock with my hand, took the boagandu, and touched my tongue onto its tip and licked it with some saliva.

Then I took in just the boagandu only into my mouth and squeezed it a bit.

I felt his cock throb and as it hardened more and more, I saw his dhashu naaru literally bulge in proportion as the blood flowed into the veins.

Then slowly I ran my tongue down his hardening shaft, while still careful not to touch his throbbing cock with my hand, and I felt his cock jump up three times when I pressed my mouth and applied pressure right on the spot where the shaft met his balls - the throbbing of the dhashu naaru on my lips felt wonderful.

Then slowly, as if tasting a delicious dhonkeyo kajoo, I started taking each of his balls in my mouth, and nibbling them in turn. It felt like playing around with a skinned rambustan inside your mouth.

He started making a sound like “ssss… ssss…” in long drawn drools and I knew that he was getting really excited.

The loose skin covering his rambutans squirmed in delight, becoming taut as the scrotum began to work itself up into a frenzy of its own.

Earlier I had told him that he had nothing to worry about that night, that I will be the look-out and all he had to do was just concentrate on the pleasure as it might be our last night like this in heaven.

As he began to grow more excited, he reached down and took his shaft in his right hand and started stroking it.

I let him, intending to put a stop to it if he was trying to reach a quick climax.

I wanted him to get worked up to the point that he would throw every caution into the wind and just give the fuck-off to the whole world because it is only when you are in this 100-percent-OK-with-anything-and-everything-state you really begin to understand what sexual excitement is really all about.

I pointedly took my hand away from his cock and gave him a look, and from the look he gave me back, I think he understood that tonight I had taken it upon myself the duty of doing everything, and that all that he had to do was do nothing except concentrate on his cumming only - because ultimately it is the quality of your climax that is the deciding factor whether you enjoyed the experience to its full.

I spread his legs and pushed my hands under his buttocks and made a motion to lifting them up and he got the hint and quite professionally spread his buttock-cheeks, allowing me complete uninhibited access to his precious treasure trove - the rectum, the most sensitive skin of the human body.

I made sure that he saw me look around towards the mosque again, just to give him assurance that I still had not forgotten that I was both The Lookout and The Giver at the same time.

I made sure too that my face accidentally touched his balls and cock, to make him more excited, as I made myself busy pretending to smell his groins and making small nibbles near the anus and on his fleshy buttocks.

I saw his cock jump up a few times in excitement and when he began to lift his head and started observing me, I knew that he wanted to stroke his cock – hard – and wanted to cum immediately.

But I wasn’t going to allow him that.

I made no indication to touch his cock with my hand but instead lowered my head directly onto his waiting ass and planted a gentle caress of my lips on his rear orifice.

His anus throbbed in pleasure and I saw the telltale opening and closing, opening and closing, opening and closing, inviting me to take the game to exciting new levels.

I then began to lick his ass with my tongue and started dampening the rectum with my saliva.

His whole body began to heave in spasms and I had to struggle holding his buttock-cheeks firmly, without letting it slip away from my face.

A few times he tried to literally get away from me and I actually had to hold him down forcibly as his legs began thrashing about out of control like a monkey. I guessed then that this might in fact have been the closest thing to BDSM that this fine Raajjetherey lad might have experienced - at least up until that moment.

Looking at the incident now, it was like a shot from a blue film – his groin, balls, ass and all right there in my face, in full focus in the foreground, while I secretly got the opportunity to observe his face, which was in the background of the picture and therefore slightly out of focus but still revealing deeply held emotions that I wanted him to reveal whether he was aware of it or not.

I had no moral sense. I admit it. Morality is something we humans created because we are too insecure to accept the brutality that is Nature.

He kept stealing glances at me and once he pinched his left nipple but mostly he kept rubbing his chest with his left hand and alternately closing and opening his eyes in pleasure.

He also never took off his right hand from the back of my head which he used to hold my head down closer to his groin all the time.

Every time he got excited, he pushed my head down harder, which in turn made me pump him faster and the whole thing went in a cyclic loop -- of his excitement getting the better of him but him still being unable to reach climax because I simply wouldn't let him have it.

Not yet.

At that moment I saw what I wanted to see; his face had loosened up and the muscles of his face twitched in a way that made him look vulnerable and to an extent almost… feminine.

How these young Maldivian men keep up the pretense is amazing.

To their street friends, they act manly.

But at the touch of my hand on his cock, all the uptightness had gone and he even acted a bit campy.

I tell you, if more youths had gay and lesbian and all other sorts of sex among their friends, this Paradise will truly become peaceful. There will be no jealousy and therefore no violence because everybody would have seen everybody else’s assets and everyone would realize no person is superior to the other.

It depends on how much you have mastered the art of giving sexual pleasure to your fellow beings - that’s all that matters. Not religion or politics.

And that’s what Naturism is about too. Feeling good about you by feeling good about your body and mind.

If you had filmed that scene, it would have appeared from my angle that I was performing cunnilingus on a woman because when his anus began to get naturally lubricated it began to open more widely and it would have appeared that I was licking a copper-colored vagina from the Bronze Age, only difference been that this “woman” I was licking also happened to have a penis above his “copper vagina.”

He was obedient in every way. So when his whole upper body began to lift up in spasms of excitement, with his iron-hard cock making ejaculating motions into the air, I knew that it was time to physically unwind myself from him in order to prevent that imminent climax and have him excited just to the right amount to carry out the next phase of the plan.

I withdrew and let him lie for a while and looked around to see if there was any sign of anybody in the distance.

After a minute or two, we did hear distant voices.

In fact, it was getting louder.

He sat up abruptly and we both looked towards the old mosque.

We saw a group of the island’s Elderlies or kamu voshigenvaa meehun which of course does not refer to the “voshi” or rectum in Dhivehi.

We saw them stop near the mosque and it looked as if they were going to stay a while there for a chat. Over what I didn’t know.

S didn’t make any attempt at clothing himself. He was deep in thought looking at the elderlies. I think he was merely weighing the risk – and the excitement that brought with it – on the possibility of him being seen nude, and in the public, to a group of men.

If at that moment the group looked toward us, they would inadvertently see at least a shirtless view of S sitting next to me though his naked bottom part would remain hidden.

It was a short path from the beach to the mosque. It was also the island’s main road and on either sides were thick jungles, with homes built in the innermost center of the island.

So the old mosque was the only artificial habitat visible from that side of the forest right to the beach and the light from the single street lamp right outside the mosque cast a faint glow over the area right to the beach but it was faint enough to hide a person’s identity although you might see people as moving shadows.

I was counting on the unique “excuse” such a situation offered in an island culture should my next plan encounter problems, i.e., should we be discovered.

I saw that S’s cock was still throbbing and saw trickles of pre-cum flowing down his penis’ pink sweet lips.

I waded my hand into his groin and he acted a bit surprised perhaps wondering whether I was daring to continue and perhaps go all the way even though there was every probability that the group of men might decide to come down to the holhuashi and discover us when I was right in the middle of blowing him!

But without a question he let me, and I lowered myself and cleaned his cock spotless with my mouth, and swallowed every droplet of his delicious salty pre-cum. Some people’s londhi actually taste better than their mani, you know.

After that I planted a playful kiss on his cock head and told him whether he wanted “some additional excitement.”

He looked questioningly at me and I told him: “Why don’t you take a walk down the beach alone and truly experience the awe-inspiring sensations you feel when you take a Nature Walk in an inhabited island rather than an uninhabited island which somehow renders Naturism meaningless because part of the excitement is in the presence of the risk factor at being discovered.”

I could see his face muscles give a twitch at this daring suggestion, no doubt in excitement.

Slowly he stood up, looked at the group of people who appeared not interested in looking towards our direction 'cos we would have appeared as dark shadows, and started walking down towards the beach.

Fully naked.

And with his erection still on display.

But before he went off, he asked me, “What shall I do?”

“Just loiter around a bit on the beach. Relax but don’t masturbate. Don’t cum before the next part of my treatment,” I told him in a firm tone.

He smiled and walked down alone towards the beach.

It was a sight to see - a fully rounded hard cock thrust upwards, like a projectile ready to be unleashed, as he walked fully naked towards the beckoning balmy waters of the Indian Ocean.

I turned around and saw that the group of men was now moving. But they were not coming towards us. They were moving to the inner island.

Good, I thought. It would mean I get more time to experiment.

I lit a Camel Light and weighted for S to come back after he had loitered around a bit.

But soon I became lost in thought.

The Milky Way was possible to see because of the darkness and it sent me to one of my moods when I seriously start wondering whether there was anything more pleasurable than sex while spending your short life on this Earth.

But such philosophical ponderings actually lead you nowhere except your mind getting fucked up more.

I heard a snap.

I froze.

Had somebody actually crept up behind us... discreetly?

I turned around and saw a man coming towards me, silhouetted and almost half distance between the mosque and the holhuashi!

I felt the first sensation of panic rising in me but immediately told myself to relax because I already knew how I and S could get away with this.

The important thing to remember was that if S is actually discovered, he should be nowhere near me.

You’ll soon see why.

To be continued…

I Know What I Did Last Bodu Eid – Part 1 of 4

2010-12-30T01:00:00.040+05:00

Like Warm Pixels who did a 4-part blogpost this time I will also be covering this blogpost in 4 parts.

I hope this will be delightful reading if you happen to get stuck in Male’ during New Year holidays.

Watch the below song first and hope you enjoy reading my latest Sexventure!

I was in northern Maldives again on another project. I have to tell you those northern boys are damn hot!

And this one was no exception.

Coincidentally or not this was also another launch boy this time around too, but he had given up on speedboats three years ago and now goes to dive for huifi landaa – you guessed the enormous penis-like sea-cucumbers you see crawling creepily on the sea floor under the Maldives’ turquoise lagoons.

He had a modest-sized cock but which specially was thick to hold in your hands – sort of like the cucumbers I naughtily touched that were growing in farms during my trip to Laamu atoll in the beautiful South.

I love his cock. And I don’t say that often because as you guessed, often-times you don’t come across a cock that is completely in tune to your needs. Just the right size and the right fit to give me pleasure.

I admit though his body wasn't as hot, as one would normally expect of a Raajjetherey boy. Maybe because he had worked on a launch. If he had fished on a bodu kenneli baththeli instead he might have developed better muscle tone. Who knows.

Anyways over the span of the few days during the latest Bodu Eid holiday, we became friends because there was a nice holhuashi where both elderly men and young men gossiped and I suspected sometimes later went away together to do their secret thing on the futtaru faraaiy or the “backside” of the island.

On a Friday noon I thought I could easily skip Juma prayers by stealing myself away from the community and spending that time alone by myself on the holhuashi.

The Friday mosque was the new spacious mosque on the other side of the island but on the futtaru faraaiy, where this particular holhuashi was (for reasons I don’t understand because usually such holhuashis are there to welcome you at the official harbor) there was a little old mosque which, if beach erosion occurred, would be lost and destroyed in the waves.

But this mosque was way too small and no Friday prayers were conducted there so it was safe to spend time on that side of the island during Friday noon.

I sat there alone and soon I spied the guy coming towards the holhuashi. I suspected that he also wanted to partake in what could turn out to be a group hukuru ketuvun or ‘Juma boycott.’

Never mind my use of the word ‘boycott’ because if you happened to hear the recent political khuthubas churned out by the Adhaalath from the pulpits of our Maldivian mosques, you wouldn’t mind officially and openly boycotting Friday prayers as a sign of protest against the Adhaalath’s continued occupation of our one and only Islamic Ministry and the party's excuse of a "sermon" for political hate speech.

Outwardly I was the praying bas-ahaa boy everytime I go to a Raajjetherey island but inside I am always the preying (and gay) mantis.

For me the miskiy is only a mere but useful opportunity to be able to select from a wide array of assorted Island Studs who gather in their best clothes and finest scents.

He comes and sits. He stays that way for around a minute or two then takes a deep breath and begins.

“Hey, would you be angry if I told you something? A very big secret. You might even hate me for it,” he tells me.

“Go on. Try me,” I challenge him.

He smiles and then looks away, holding his gaze at the sea, an empty stare on his face not unlike that of Al Pacino.

I guessed what was coming but remained silent without prodding him.

He then begins to tell me his Life Story and I dreaded he might conjure a plot as silly as Twilight Eclipse or Dear John.

As you guessed these kind of stories are one of the oldest tricks in the sex profession, gay or not, that really works. Those tired old excuses are what finally allows the uptight gays to come out to you and they be able to finally do the thing they have waited to do all their life.

He continues the story…

One rainy, windy and cold night, like as it happened in Tedry’s Dheriyaa *yawn*, this guy who I will call S, gets drunk with a friend of his who I will call T.

It starts getting hot and sweaty in there and S takes off his shirt and walks into the shower.

As he comes out, wearing nothing but a small hand towel to block direct visibility of S’s precious crown jewels, T is hiding and waiting just outside the valhu kotari door, jumps on S, takes off the towel that was wrapped around S, and exposes the naked glory visible between the area our Prophet indirectly referred to as foolhaai kakulaai dhemedhu, meaning ‘the area between the navel and the knees’ which of course you would expect of a Prophet because you can’t expect our Noble Prophet to directly utter dirty words to refer to the 4 Most Shameful Organs of the Human Body such as heesi and obbodi and buree loavalhu and kes.

Continues S: “He was strong. He pushed me onto the bed and I was powerless as within split seconds he had taken my cock right between his pouty baipolhi-mas lips and started deep-throating me.

“My cock was getting excited and subsequently the neurons in my brain fired up and though I am definitely not a gay guy, my brain went into hyper-drive and I was shocked to feel the sensation of actually enjoying my cock being sucked on by a spongy platform such as the male tongue.

"I know that personally and emotionally I wasn’t enjoying it because I wasn’t gay obviously but since the mind has a mind of its own and my brain was out of control due to the continued stimulation by my male friend, I confess that I actually felt surreal as I got to enjoy such a unique and alien sensation for the first time in my life and I wanted to cum right then and there and when I finally came, it was like floating in empty space surrounded by 72 virgin uncut cocks.”

OK I admit that was exaggerating S’s story more than a bit but you get the gist of it.

After he was done with his story, S looks at me, “I want to be able to feel it again.”

I feign surprise and give him a look that was part of the game and he quickly adds, “OK I admit I may not be gay but I think I maybe bisexual.”

For a few seconds more he goes into an introspective mood and then adds, “That must be it. I must be bisexual. I am not ashamed to admit it. Might as well admit it. After all what’s there to lose? I can get the Best of Both Worlds.”

I tell him “OK” with emphasis and then elaborate, “We can do it whenever it’s convenient.”

He immediately jumps up and replies, “Let’s do it now.”

I was dumbfounded: “Now? Here?”

“Why not? I will face the mosque and I can see whose coming. You will be in shadow and nobody can see you,” he says as if this was such a simple thing.

His excitement in fact was in total opposition to my values and I guessed that inside he might be wondering why I was such an uptight ass. It was as if his eyes were saying, "Why not just go with the flow and let Nature takes it course. Sex should come that easily to us, right?"

Right.

Of course I didn't voice it 'cos he hadn't voiced it either.

I surveyed the surrounding area, geology and forest, and decided now was the time to unify Spirituality with Sexuality.

What an explosive mix that should bring about! Those unique sensations that are held in promise -- new senses and sensations that must be caused as the brain tries to make sense and process this newfound data, these new "feelings", in record time.

Of course we both were too young yet to get heart attacks from such hyper sexual drives.

The mixing of desire with spirituality is mostly condemned in Abrahamic religions but Eastern religions and philosophies try to encourage it instead.

The other thing I forgot to mention is that his cock stands like a kada that you drive into the ground – it stands upright when fully erect and I've seen few of that in Maldivian men.

Most of the hundreds of Maldivian cocks I have been fortunate enough to come into contact with are somewhat mellow and valhoa when upright, rendering meaningless such precious jokes we made at Boy Scout camps whenever we see our guys sleeping with an erection – sort of like a tent within a tent.

I almost laughed out loud at S’s excuse of a story still fresh in my mind as I started deep-throating him.

First he only exposed his shaft but when I became more demanding he lowered his pants but kept it hanging just above his knees.

He spread his legs somewhat and I knew I was expected to bust his nuts.

But it was difficult to reach down there, especially the erogenous zone between the balls and his asshole.

So I made a move like spreading his legs and feeling the skin inside his falamasgandu (thighs).

I could see his cock jump up in excitement and he lowered his pants altogether!

Which was expected of course, if you have properly understood the Game of Sex. Mastering it is something else altogether!

Now that his lower body was prophetically exposed to me as I expected, it had now become my playground and he lay there helpless as I lifted both his legs over and onto my shoulder and spread his buttock-cheeks and I saw the first glimpse of his calcutta - dark, black, foreboding and beckoning to me at the same time.

I pressed my fingers just under the balls and I saw the lips of his rectum attempt to close itself, driven with primeval animal instinct but exciting me at the same time to do more and go for the final kill.

I thrashed his buree loavalhu all I can!

Though I was no woman I had now mastered to a great degree the important art of multitasking and boy how it helped!

I alternately and simultaneously licked, sucked and pumped the human being’s most sensitive skin - the rectum, caressing and sticking my tongue in and poking the hole it shielded, all almost at the same time. In fact you would need to freeze-frame the scene if you had wanted to watch exactly what I did to him.

Quite eerily the sight reminded me of the alien’s asshole as it was about to be blown up in the satirical film about Darwinism, Evolution.

As S’s rectum finally gave way and started opening up to me, inviting more pleasurable things to be done to it, I inserted my now-infamous Shahaadhath finger into his glory hole.

Slowly at first because I harbor a secret dark fantasy: of watching a guy’s lower body’s muscles throb and jump in proportion to the rhythm of the pleasure applied on his erogenous zones.

So I let it all slow and enjoyed the live show I had initiated.

I saw his thigh muscles tighten. I saw the very kaafaru area between his buree loavalhu and suppet tighten in pleasure.

And I saw his pubic area muscles also taut. Which sent me into a frenzy.

My heart began to beat faster and the adrenaline it pumped made me “work” like a mechanic and I swear my mouth was pumping his cock so fast up and down it would put Charlie Chaplin the Factory Worker to shame.

He was trying hard not to make a sound but I heard a few growls much similar to what an unevolved ape may utter.

I looked up and saw that he was having difficulty in keeping his eyes on the mosque for anyone who may come over and discover us.

The risks were getting higher and so did the stakes! Good good!

Then through the excitement he gave away two more of those sexy growls of his and I realized then that if I didn’t finish him off then and there, we might be discovered due to loss of our alert levels to outside risks.

As if on cue I thought I heard a faint whisper from him which sounded like “baarah” and it reminded me of an island in the north of the same name which have beautiful boys but who are quite dumb which can be seen in their devotion to DRP. The bimbos!

I knew that S really meant to say was finger his ass and finger it real hard, you hardcore suckermouth!

So I spit some saliva onto my fingers and began probing him.

As my finger continued to find leverage in the tight narrow dark tunnel of his, I could feel him getting naturally lubricated which of course allowed me to push in an additional finger to add to his pleasure; the mucus flowed onto my fingers and as his butthole became more and more lubricated, I began pushing my two fingers into him harder.

So I inserted my medhu ingili or middle finger and like an inspiration, it became revealed to me how "giving the finger" might have later become such an offensive term.

The world was getting more Conservative – much to our disadvantage and diminishing simple pleasures of life!

Sex is seen as disgusting. In a way that's true. It is disgusting. But. But...

That’s why there is something called Pleasure, Excitement, Stimulation, Titillation and Arousal created ironically by Evolution itself, because once this ‘wall’ breaks down in your mind and all your inhibitions go, whether sober or under the influence, the utter disgustingness of it is “blocked” from your mind.

Which of course makes you go all the way and lick all the gooey stuff off your friend!

Evolution is clever, I admit. But luckily my reproduction and sexual drive is oriented to fellows of the same sex. So there’s no dreadful future waiting out there to get me like “marriage” or “children.”

In Dhivehi we call it ‘mani bolah erun’ which literally means “when the sperm reaches your head.” Parteys call it “bodu OK vun” meaning you come to the critical Point of No Return that “anything and anywhere goes by” and you throw caution into the wind – just like Princess Diana.

So! I didn’t care what kind of mucus or other goo may be desecrating my Shahaadhath finger because frankly I couldn’t be bothered.

And if any innocent islander happened by, he can either join us, or watch our live show from a distance... who cares.

I found his hand and made him stroke his cock in the rhythm that he only knows will give him the utmost pleasure.

But I put my mouth and covered the boagandu, while continuing to fingering him - as if strumming a biological guitar that also sometimes produced unpleasant sounds called "farts" or fodi.

Oh by the way did I forget to mention the smell of his buri? It was very sexy. Sort of like the aroma of a muduvah you can find when you wade deep inside a dhonkeyo feeni or Banana Plantations in the islands.

His lower body gave one final jerk and it heaved up, and the boagandu was suddenly thrust deep inside my throat, and had I not prepared for all of this, I would certainly have choked on his cock, but the thick kurumba fani that mercifully trickled down my waiting throat satiated the thirst of my lust I had been feeling all day. And as I slowly licked off the final spilled-over drops of semen on his boagandu and shaft, I looked up and smiled at him.

He looked down at me and smiled and suddenly I was obvious to the fact that all this time I was oblivious to the fact that, during those final moments, he had been standing and we would have been immediately discovered had anyone come by!

It was then that I realized how the ‘bodu OK’ that comes on the verge of sexual excitement really works: it clouds your rational judgments.

But there was an inner (evil?) voice whispering into my mind at the same time, “Who cares?”

Right. Who cares. Life is short. You gotta play hard.

The next few days went quite well.

In order to minimize the risk, we switched to doing our thing after Fathis prayer, just before the Light of Sodig’s Faruju hits the eastern skies, signaling the coming of day -- and of daylight.

He always insisted that he cum to into my mouth and it was only just two days before I left the island that he told me the real reason for it. “I have this irrepressible fantasy of watching a man suck my dick and swallow all my load.”

I felt a bit queasy thinking that all that time he must have been watching me closely while I was oblivious of him secretly observing me while I was performing on him.

That made me uneasy because I felt subordinate. Like a woman.

In the open, he acted all manly but in bed, even though I didn’t see his face directly, I knew that he was totally disarmed and his true self -- at the point he came.

So I thought up a plan to observe him closely during his most vulnerable moment when all his guards are down: the point of climax.

On the night I left, which coincidentally was another Hukuru dhuvas, I hatched up the plan that will give him the utmost sensations that Voyeurism and Exhibitionism could simultaneously give.

It would be quite the unforgettable experience in true paradise; this Maldives offers sex in abundance, and you don’t need a certain Ibn Battuta to testify for all that.

To be continued…

Cue

2010-12-28T02:40:00.004+05:00

It wasn’t a long queue. Not by a mile.

He got number 3 and I was lucky to get number 6. But sitting between us were two stern-looking bodu-buruga-wearing ladies rendering us unable to flirt with each other.

By the way before I proceed with this story I haven’t forgotten about my earlier bodu eid sexcapade. I know, I know, another bodu eid has gone by this year too but more exciting things have happened to me since then but I'm being just too damn lazy these past months to write! But will share it hopefully soon.

Yesterday since it was tsunami day I thought I would kill not two but three birds with one siren.

So I made my way to the new government building at Velaanage. It was an imposing haveyli.

1st, I wanted to get my id card renewed.

2nd, I wanted to take part in the sukooth.

3rd, I wanted to hang around and hook up with any hot office boy willing to take a quick detour before his 10 o’clock coffee break!

That’s how I came to be sitting on the front row queue of the Department of National Registration on Unity Day. I was hoping to unite with another fellow country man but not in the way the government expected. You know what I mean dhe thiki pee.

He was definitely the innocent-looking but devilish-underneath dark Raajjetherey boy. And I suspect he wore andhun and his loluge kalhi looked so ofu that I could swear he was an oversized bambi going all doe-eyed on me!

Strangely he never smiled but his brown and quite ofu-araafa-in thin lips were set in a line as if he was secretly smiling inside! I also tried to smile like that. But it was damn difficult I tell you! Just try smiling with your eyes without moving your lips!

He had jet black hair though not like the Jews but more like ofu araafa because of heavy application of kaashi theyo I strongly suspect. All the better. The aroma itself would have made me cum even before he would reach climax and pour all the delicious kurumba fani into my thirsting throat.

Buruga or no buruga, the guy did a surprising thing then. He went to the counter and asked a fashion buruga-wearing lady to give him another number.

Then my heart skipped a beat as he directly made his way to me! He had THE LOOK – coming right towards me as if a predatory baau kalo going for the mas-kiba!

He stopped right next to me – so close his feet touched mine, surprise surprise.

I raised my head and looked up at him and his eyes bore into me but I still could not see for sure whether he was smiling or not.

I didn’t care. So he didn’t smile big deal but his eyes definitely were tagged on me all the time! So the eyes must be saying something, if not the whole truth.

He offered me something and I saw that it was number 3 – his own number!

I didn’t know what was happening. I thought he had to go somewhere and therefore he was offering me his number.

I gladly accepted and tried to smile – with my eyes.

And I saw the corner of his mouth move. Must have been his way of attempting to smile.

I also then smiled through the corner of my mouth.

I then saw him walk towards the end of the queue. He had nice legs and I saw that he had a small but firm and quite cute looking ass that I wanted to eat right then and there, buruga-wearing pious ladies watching us or not, to hell with them!

But he didn't go out the door. Rather he queued again, right at the end of the line!

I was deeply touched. It was one of the few times a hot and totally strange guy walked up to me and showed me an act of utter kindness! Mostly when it comes to Maldivian men, it’s always lust at first sight!

The 1 hour I spent at that government department must have been the longest 1 hour ever experienced by a Maldivian gay man.

But then something happened that I didn’t expect. Before I could get my new card the guy went out.

I thought he would be back but he didn’t, not even when I got my card.

Disappointed I scanned around Velaanaage but at that moment the only gaboolable man around was Special Drinking Buddy to the President, Hon. Ibrahim Hussein Zaki who I admit is hot but way out of my league. As usual he was standing behind the President's Office and surrounded by the hotties of Raees Office! Maybe one day when I become the President, Zaki can become my personal secretary.

I went home and made a New Year Resolution that that I will find that Raajjetherey boy no matter what. I will follow him to the ends of the archipelago.

With that thinking in my mind today morning I staked out Velaanaage and guess what, I saw the guy! Lucky me.

He was crossing the zebra crossing but he was going with another guy his age and I thought I shouldn’t intrude.

Well it’s only two days I guess and it has been that eventful! I’m sure if I keep hanging around Velaanaage I’m bound to meet him again.

Maybe this time it’s going to be True Romance. This is one of the few times a guy did something nice to me first before asking me the size of my thing. Oh how I hate Maldivian men sometimes!!

Whatever happened to Maldives Judge who was caught pants down in public?

2010-06-13T03:36:00.170+05:00

Minivan News very careless these days though its tremendous name once was synonymous with Independent-liness.

Now nobody else is bothered to go beyond the thousands of Google pages to just locate the real Maldivian Minivan News site after going through tonnes of other 'Minivan' news sites, which suspiciously have pictures of mini-vans which we wondered how it was relevant, because Minivan News has sadly let itself decay from a glorious Golden Age from being an Active Top to a self-pathetic Submissive Bottom.

I am myself versatile, which I believe is to my advantage because I will get to do EVERYTHING before I die -- from a horrible suffocating incident involving the very unlikely situation of 5 huge men having ejaculate their white load into my narrow mouth at the same time simultaneously.

But I believe that drowning in a Fountain of Life (I meant sperm) was better than Hilath wishing to die after being crashed into pieces on the jagged rocks of the infamous wave they call 'Jaws' in Tahiti. I doubt Hilath's favorite movie is Avatar though he makes such bold claims on his new Facebook wall. I think he's more into the Saw and Anti-Christ stuff. I hope Hilath's last and final blog post (which he said will be His Last and Final Word to the Whole Wild World, which you can read here) was not actually a suicide not :(

By the way, Hilath said that it was Karma. That if they cremated him (against Maldives' Islamic rules however may I remind you), played Coldplay's The Hardest Part on loud speakers at his Funeral, and threw his ashes in a bong that is waterproofed with masking tape, he said he will, I now quote his own words "become part of a global information system, not unlike the New Age pseud0 science 'Monotheism' crap James Cameron helped popularized in his Avatar, a movie which was actually Cameron's own Gay Mandate, that is not so unsimilar with Adhaalath and Salaf's own's Gay Mandate.

Hilath said: "Therefore, spending so much bucks just to see in 3D Jake Sully poke his butthole the first time he wears a loin cloth hoping to disguise himself as a pettish, kitty-ish-All-Innocent-looking adolescent Blue Na'vi was worth all the dime. If I was Nahula, instead of licking Shahrukh's butt, I would instead lick Tsu'Tey's hispanic ass. I mean, exotic colored ass and cock, not to mention the huge-ness, was what got Ubaid land a job in Australia, ain't it?

I could understand Jake's discomfort with Tarzan-like loin clothes that barely hid his buree-loavalhu and those of us lucky, like Hilath himself, to watch in 1080p and 3D get to see glimpses of Jake's Huge Cock (that will put Ubaid's to shame) and very very very rarely Neytiri's nipples.

The Maldivian Islamic Ministry has now been hijacked by Adhaalath Extremists with crucial billion-dollar technical assistance sought from half-dead and starving Somalian Terrorists who are staying at a private guest house run by a certain Foreign Minister called Dr. Ahmed Shaheed, who we suspect is not a doctor at all like Zakir Naik who recently smuggled himself into Maldives (in a Ranamaari jar and lapped onto Maldives shores) and literally forced his wife to absorb all the barakaath a certain alcohol-selling Maldives "Haraam Resort" could offer.

Maldives has only one "Halal Resort", a place called Club Med, under an experimental government project called Halaal Tourism, in order for the Maldives to go Green and introduce Naturism to all dark corners of Maldives' fabulous archipelago.

Unlike Saudi Arabi, the hotbed of Extremism, women are allowed to wear their full veils in Club Med Maldivian branches. Only condition is that they should never cover their nipples, vagina's hole, and butt's hole.

For men, the new Regulations to maintain Sexual Unity and Diversity of all Maldivian Races, shall cover their boagandu at all times, as it is quite alien-looking and freakish and therefore will scare many a children away, as was proven by the Maldivian traditional bedtime children's story about child abuse, shrewdly and PG-13 ratedly called Foolhu Dhigu Handi which literally means 'The Devil With the Long Umbilical Chord'.

In Avatar, Hilath's favorite director showed Foolhu Dhigu Handi for a New Age audience by showing a "freakish" (Jake Sully's own words, not mine) "pigtail" which now everyone knows is actually the Na'vi's penis disguised as a modern blue-color USB pen drive.

At the bottom of this blog post, I have actually uploaded the Maldivian children's comic to make children (who have reached 18 years of age and therefore can no longer be called and/or considered "chilren" because they have been fully baaliqed) aware that the Devil has a longer and obviously more hotter cock than Ubaid (because he is directly from Hell) and he is a more big danger as he is Ruler of Hell himself and wouldn't hesitate to demonize any bas naahaa little boys wondering in the woods of isolated raajetherey islands...

By the way, this just in: It seems that Adhaalath and Salaf "in principle OK with occasional visuals of boagandu that's color is not either pink or purple."

I found this disturbing and Odd News -- like the time when President Nasheed had his naked bum signed -- actually "drawn a temporary line in the water" was more like it, like good old Moses did to the Red Sea just by pointing his long, stickly, snakely like thingy that would have put our own Haseena's Diary look like Sweet Valley High in comparison. The "underwater autograph of its first kind" was "drawn" (in the way I have explained above) by the Shahaadhath finger of a swimming CNN journalist during the famous Under Water Cabinet Meeting, which was also a "first" like Nazim's "first" and Ubaid's "first".

The only reason why the Adhaalath and Salaf are "not OK" with specifically pink and purple human male penis heads is because they fear the underground feminist Rehendhi movement, who have monopolized the color red and now have openly threatened to monopolize the gay colors pink and purple too.

I mean this is basically like saying that their Petro Dollar Masters have decided not to be bothered about subtle differences such as cock size (I think they are jealous of Ubaid 'cos Arab themselves are famed for huge cocks but Ubaid's 11.5-inch shocker has actually stunned the Egotists to their rightful, desertly black tents, and I don't mean just the veil here).

Now that is like saying that Blue Nude Intelligent Creatures (the Na'vi or so-called humanoids which are actually nothing more than blond, blue-eyed adultish cats promoting European White races) are OK but Brown Nude Intelligent Creatures (like us humans) cannot show our private parts to the public.

If trees can publicly display their private parts (flowers) which we Maldivians seem to adore, smell, eat and even display on our family dining tables and in long, elaborate and elongated vases in Aligadha Beybe Fihaara.

Those Wahhabist vases always reminds me of Pinnochio's nose, which like Foolhu Dhigu Handi's foolhu gets elongated every time he becomes horny and tells a lie instead.

Is Pinocchio's nose behaving any different than an adult male human being's penis, which erects more and more the harder he tells lies to deceive a Kasauti girl into getting into bed with him?

Why should we expect Pinocchio to come clean that he humped the humped-back whale that saved his ass in return for that? Why is it so difficult for Maldivians to understand that in the West there is actually something called an economy and that barter system is the Foundation of Basic Capitalism which allows for Free Market Economies to operate freely so that one day the United Nations can call prostitutes and hustlers as simply by the technical term Sex Workers. I guess the UN will now say that Ubaid has a professional profession which is only about boasting his God-given huge cock to the rest of the world... These kind of economics are un-Islamic all the way, to say the least. Not even 1 percent can be considered legal or halal according to Zakir & the Taliban Gang.

So if all humans think Alice in Wonderland is OK, even in 3D, for children, why are we Maldivians so ashamed of a nude Beckham or Ubaid picture? What's wrong with our heads?

A cock is a cock whether blue or brown.

Despite James Cameron self-appointing himself as the new Sex God of Cinema by reinventing already Arthur C. Clark-prophecied technology, he cannot, at least not to me, fool me to believe that a cock is not a cock. Logic doesn't work that way. You can chose to tint it with blue, like Cameron cunningly did in Avatar, but a cock will still be recongizable to me, anywhere, anytime...

Of course not all cocks are created equal. If God created everything equal, including penis size, there would have been no opportunity for humans to have a Test of any kind in order for them to deserve the 72 female virgins and the sherbet-bearing virginal lads that will make Beckham wish he had never exposed his old balls to the public. But Ubaid says that Becks isn't that old yet. "He just happens to have nice low-hangers if you didn't notice," Ubaid interrupted into my thoughts.

While not all the cocks are created the same, some Maldivian cocks have more Attitude however than others, as we learnt bitterly from George Orwell's Animal Farm and also from our own bitter-sweet historical transition of Maldives from Dictatorial BDSM (under Maumoon) to Democratic Sissyness (under Anni).

"So I shouldn't be surprised that 6 billion human beings are right and I should have no problems with Porn-for-Children like Alice in Wonderland? That's outright disgusting. I would rather suck Ubaid's huge cock," Hilath said in a disgusted and outraged childish tone.

To comfort him, I now continued my line of thought out loud to him:

"So," I started, "Why can't we humans also proudly display our private beauty to the public? Why is the Islamic Ministry hell-bent on destroying all the Dhivehi translations of the Quran? Is it because some stupid Middle Eastern closeted gay had drawn flowers (of a tree, not a human's private parts) as decorative 'borders' on the Quran's pages?"

Hilath said he didn't have a clue why the Adhaalath wanted to destroy the Dhivehi translations of the Quran.

Since none of the 6 billion human beings have been able to detect the subtle differences of a blue-colored fully naked human being and a brown-colored fully naked human being, thanks to Cameron and human short-sighted-ness of all kinds, Avatar is set to become the first fully uncensored movie to be shown in the only cinema that is ever going to be built in Jeddah.

It will guarantee that Saudi youth will have a taste of 3D porn, which will help keep Saudi youth from being tempted to enter cyber cafes and log on to gay sites, a bitter truth one of Maldives' leading newspapers' believing reporters found out directly for himself when he quite by accident happened to check the 'history' of the terminal at the cyber cafe he entered, which he told me was "dangerously in close proximity to the haram fulhu" that might at any time blow away, like the deserts sands we saw in the first gay Hollywood movie, Lawrence of Arabia, ever to be allowed to be shot in Saudi Arabia because the Wahhabis are downright dumb, whatever little baraka is left in the Kaaba, if the Maldivian reporter even accidentally managed to open one single gay page.

It is becoming more and more apparent that, like in the comic shown below, the Devil himself must have fucked James Cameron himself in the ass as a child and warned not to boast about it to elders who appear well-meaning but who actually wants to steal the child for themselves and have a go themselves, the sick bastards.

"The Devil will constantly appear from everywhere to tempt you. It even crawls in our blood, my dead granny, bless her soul, once told me," Hilath confirmed that suspicious fact to me.

Quite cunningly, for Saudi youth, and the rest of the Muslims of the world who will be allowed -- in quotas -- to enter Saudi Arabia once a year to watch Eternal Avatar-Porn Tourism in 3D, the "human-looking" beings will appear in blue color while the rest of the things in the film footage will appear in normal, real-life color, thanks to the RealD technology Cameron took pains and 12 years to develop to launch his planet-wide campaign to legalize porn for children in the disguise of a 3D movie called Avatar which has now become the highest grossing film ever, with 2.7 billion dollars, beating Cameron's earlier record-breaking Titanic.

So, no need to cry over spilt milk, Salaf. The world -- and Maldives' Paradise -- have already been homosexualized to the extent that the whole Earth now deserves to turn inside out, and vice versa, in order to get rid of ALL homosexuals residing in ALL countries, even the so-called 100 percent Islamic Maldives, where at least we know one person (Nazim) is not really a Muslim and one person (Ubaid) really is not a hetero.

Nobody believes in the "2-day councelling thing"...

Or do they?

Could I become a hetero too, like Ali Rameez, with 2 days of counselling, provided the Islamic Ministry be ready for the kind of BDSM that I will unleash upon the unsuspecting and very much seyku Shaheem?

Therefore, while I'll definitely have to clap James Cameron, an auteur always known for his subtlety, in contrast the way Nazim and Ubaid came out were so dishonorable. Ubaid even showed his private parts. Achchee!

As Hilath said, "It's a shame Ubaid had to show his titanic cock to the whole world just to prove a point and launch a Sexual Revolution after seeing Kajol very kasautily but heartlessly play with the disjointed mind of a highly autistic person (played by Shahrukh Khan) into convincing him (to prove his True Love to Kajol to Hindi film-loving audiences across the world because that was still acceptable to an Indian audience despite Congress Party decriminalising homosexuality) to do Something Really Huge In Life that doesn't really directly involve a Huge Cock, and so the film's simple, unegotistical title, My name is Khan...

Who knows SRK may still be secretly in love with Karan but Karan, like the cross-dressing Kajol in Karan's first closeted gay film Kuch Kuch Hota Hai will have to wait until the new homosexuality-allowing Indian law will finally sink into all the more than 1 billion ignorant and illiterate Indian people's minds...

And since the majority of Indians are untouchable because their religion demands so, you can be sure that the homosexualization of India will take longer than the 60 years for the Pedophile King of Maldives to execute all Buddhist Maldivians and Buddhist Maldivian Monks who refused to convert to Islam just in "2 days" just to cover up the King's unusual mating habits with Maldivian girls who were not yet 18.

Perhaps when more Indians start accepting gay imagery, like Abhishek's mother character did in Karan's all-out gay film Dostana in the end, then India will truly become a Liberal Democracy, like how Maldives have suddenly become truly Liberal Democratic overnight, thanks to Nazim and now Ubaid... Was that the point of the film because Karan tried too hard to disguise the gayness of John Abraham bearing part of his hot butt. I still jizz everytime I see that scene.

"But now that Ubaid has displayed his gem to the public, it's going to lose its value and polish," Hilath suddenly interrupted into my thoughts. "I mean how many times in your life do you go to the National Museum? Do you want to see that old thing again and again? Wouldn't you, as a perfectly medically functioning horny male, wouldn't want to experiment with all the other raw and fresh meat gently waiting out there in the wild island jungles just for you?"

I think Hilath sometimes made sense despite he showing signs of derangement like Maumoon although he's not as old as the leggi baburu, which however, is not to be confused with Somalian Pirates, a factor which heavily featured in 30Rock season 4, Hilath graciously pointed out.

"Even on US television networks, Maldives and Maldivians are the butt of jokes. I hope Nazim and Ubaid together will help Maldives from being sunk altogether into a moral abyss," Hilath opined.

After googling, like the earlier press release I found on Adhaalath's official website, the website of the party representing the Islamic Ministry, a tenet of the Maldives' State, I came across a press release where Adhaalath said that it is not their males who are against pink and purple boagandu, but their... Feminists. I swear by Ubaid's Holy Lollipop they used that word.

Like Hilath's fantastical Atlantis, I have never been able to locate this Club Med, because a fellow blogger said something like there are many Club Meds with, like Zakir adding "MBBS" to his buttocks, these so-called Club Meds secretly operated in Maldives also have suspiciously Dhivehi-sounding names like Kani and Faru added to their behind (instead of the more trendy "Spa") to throw unsuspecting Maldivian youth off guard, and into the sea, where they are ravished by the resort's closeted gays disguised as mermen. No doubt to stray off unsuspecting Maldivian youth so that they will "accidentally" stray into nude beaches where men and women and children tan and swim and surf together nude and nobody looks at one another.

I guess Ubaid's Bondi beach in Australia is much like Judgment Day where everybody is said to be naked but they won't look at each other's private parts because that day "there will be nothing private. Everything will be laid bare."

My guess is that Ubaid was just an impatient young kid, so he took his clothes off in this world, much like other Maldivian Heroin-Addicts like Hilath who just cannot wait for God's Eternal Afterlife Party and decide to abuse Earthly substances rather than wait for Sherbet to be served by virginal young lads...

How can you blame young blood? Even I couldn't wait and like Ubaid have definitely failed Life's Test in my teenage, because like Ubaid, I also could not wait to enter God's Legal Eternal Orgy-Party in Heaven, and sucked the first Huge Cock I ever saw in 3D (I mean real life) on this temporary Earth itself. How stupid can one be?

That is the only single regret I have in life. I can totally understand when Ubaid says that His Worst Fear is not going to Hell (because who believes in such fairy tales invented to prevent natural bromances from blossoming) but the stretch marks near his butt area. I mean, his livelihood is based on selling cock, specially his One and Only Maldivian Huge Cock. So, professionally speaking, there shouldn't be any problems with Ubaid's newfound profession, right?

Whatever way Gaveem's Snowball rolls, me and Ubaid will forever have to suffer in Hell. If Hilath won't join Ubaid in Hell, my ass is always ready and open for Ubaid to hump, eternally if it pleases His Holyness... I think I'm in love with Ubaid.

Such a thought would have earlier scared the Hell out of me, if not for the fact that I don't believe in Hell at all. My Heaven will always be the arms of a hot raajjetherey dude...

To continue with the topic at hand, because I am not usually distracted like Hilath, all that you homo sapiens did (including your BDSM sessions) are still being listened in, and recorded sound byte by sound byte by two sexy Angels sitting on your shoulders, conveniently rubbing their assholes, balls and cocks (if they have them) on your shoulders, during your whole lifetime, without you even knowing it.

God is a genius (as Warm Pixels himself testified), and his deceptive methods have been comprehended as something identified as 'Self-denial' which have been enthusiastically cultivated by proponents of Organized Religion (who are against advocates of Personal Religion like us) and have now been highly mastered and practised to perfection by Maldivian closeted homophobes like Ali Saeed, he of the Ibrahimi Mosque infamy.

Lagoona said that if Maldives relaxed its ancient Wahhabi laws (as a direct consequence of one Maldivian gay Ubaid because he got just too relaxed about his body and now have no problems exhibiting EVERY part of his body to all Maldivians on a daily basis), the resort will openly advertise itself as a Maldives Gay Resort.

"It is terribly inconvenient that we presently are forced to engage in ingenious ways to promote our business as we have to be very subtle with the way and context we use the word 'gay' in. Throw it in the right places, as the rat throws veggies into the cooking pot in Ratatouille, and you have a spicy hot brand-new formula to promote a Gay Resort disguised as a Hetero Resort but which everybody should get the idea is actually a Gay Resort. (I didn't take that last sentence from a Tourism Marketing Text Book revised by our Wahhabist National Curriculum Development Committee.)

As I was saying, if this is going to be my own review of Avatar, let me conclude by saying that Avatar is cunningly disguised to 'acclimatize' our young minds to male and female nudity by actually normalizing what one weblogger calls something along the lines that 'what your children are actually seeing is their PET BLUE NUDE KITTIES FUCKING, with the emphasis on the word PET and KITTIES because those are harmless words, and useless semiotics will tend to get a young mind confused.

Since Maldivians are mildly protesting reform of our crucial Judiciary system, because they would rather watch football and fantasize about Beckham as testified by DCJ (that football indeed is not a gay sport at all), I have decided to protest in my own way and break the virginity of this blog and start posting nude pics myself, but not of myself of course.

As Hilath pointed out, MDP was once synonymous with the Maldivians' Reform Movement though it got drunk and woke up with a bad hangover, in bed with a suspicious entity called Adhaalth, who soon would usurp power over the other like any other Gay Maldivian, of which Moakulhi Hameed is the ultimate Maumoon clan politician to actually use sodomy as a Tool of Power to enslave Island Chiefs and Atoll Chiefs.

By the way, did I completely outline the sexual acts that cannot be shown even to an Adult Audience because the Quran explicitly pronounces a hadd punishment?

Before I proceed, I have to say that Maldives Oriyaan Card Blog had been more or less right and they more or less followed the pure Islamic way in the way they censored the pictures in the blog they set up to make Maldivian News More Sexy because as every marketing assistant of Maldives who have undergone higher studies in the modernist International Islamic University (IIU) of Malaysia knows, Sex Sells.

I would now like to complete the list of things that have to be covered with wicked-looking sunflowers under the Sharia law because under Sharia law, the following have to be specifically censored even if Maldives becomes too liberal and allows Ubaid to register Playgirl Maldives magazine:

1) Zineh

Fornication cannot be shown. If you have to show fornication, you have to put a wicked-looking sunflower blocking only the actual act of penetration because Zineh by definition means a boagandu inside the faruju (vagina), however short a distance it has been inserted in.

If in the photo (or porn video for that matter) the boagandu is all the way in, you might choose not to put a wicked sunflower if the couple is shown from a distance. However, if it's a close-up, and you can see penetration even with the boagandu all the way in, you still need to censor only the point of penetration because "Islam specifically has hadd punishment for Zineh, not harmless foreplay like oral sex."

One way to overcome this problem will be to employ an actual real life couple to show penetration scenes. If Seezan had been born in my time, they would have had the opportunity to see Asad kiss on the cheeks of his then wife Rahma, which was a no-no on the screen then, but which Maldivian audiences accepted because a daily newspaper concluded that "Rahma is Asad's wife after all."

How logical and convenient dho. In fact, that film, called Karunaige Agu, literally meaning The Cost of Tears, taught me an important lesson in how to dodge Maldivian government's stringent rules. Now the same strict censorship that gave birth to classic Iranian film gems like Children of Heaven out of necessity, is threatening to legitimize blogs like Ubaid's and Oriyaantica's.

To put it simply, the more Adhaalath and Salaf tries to force Organized Religion on Maldivian youth, the more the youth naturally start hating religion, because which conscious and individual being would like to be told what to do?

I, therefore, congratulate and welcome Maldivian public's sheer willingness to overcome media censorship at all costs.

2) Sodomy

I am using the word sodomy because I am explicitly and specifically referring to the act, called Liwat in Arabic, which in Dhivehi local marketplace means the head or zakaru or the boagandu (which the damned Maldivian Censor Board requires to be censored at the moment) to have any degree of penetration into an ass, whether a male's or female's.

I'm sorry to deflate your balloons but sodomy, whether you are penetrating a male or female ass, cannot be showed at all and like the above, at least the point of penetration has to be censored.

You might then argue that nudity is un-Islamic through and through.

Who said that? I didn't know Adil Saleem had converted to Wahhabism, yet...

According to Hilath, you have to cover the area between your foolhu and kakoo (navel and knee for males) and everything except the face and hands for women, specifically only for namaadhu or prayers or official religious rituals, which Hilath says is "Of course understandable. It's official religious rites, Christ!" we heard him curse under his breath, after muttering some word which sounded suspiciously like namaadhu kuraa dholhi.

"Like everything under the sun, even nudity and sex is debatable. Like every other human thing, nudity and sex also lies in the eyes of the beholder. For example, my grandpa may like looking at Ubaid's cock even when Ubaid is 90 years old, provided my grandpa has managed to get Eternal Life, but as for me, personally I wouldn't want to see Ubaid's shriveled cock," Hilath opined again.

"In fact, I call upon the Islamic Ministry to set a 'age ceiling' and 'age floor' where anyone under 18 and over 65 will be banned from displaying their private parts in public," Hilath finally gave us his long drawn important conclusion to preserve hundreds of years of Maldivian chastity which Ibn Batuta testified to by saying that many Maldivian women of his time (centuries ago) refused vehemently when he tried to get them bare-breasted into the then gay Kings' courtyards."

To round off with the original thought, because Hilath was just now feeding me too much information, and making this blog post much longer than I ever intended it to be, let me simply now point out that Minivan News never bothered to follow up on High Court Judge Mohamed Hilmy's story regarding some hot dudes finding photographic relief in capturing Hilmy in the nude on a breathtaking Hulhumale lagoon offering a view of an azure, turquoise, emeraldish, exotic-sounding beach...

You can read the last disappointing report by Minivan News about Hilmy from this link.

And now for interesting excerpts from the Beware-of-the-Devil comic:

Ubey has best cock in town

2010-06-11T19:26:00.001+05:00

I confess I adore Ubey’s huge uncut cock. Cock with an Attitude.

I wish I could copy paste one picture here but then I promised myself and my readers that I won’t be putting any explicit gay visual material.

However, let me get around that and just point out to you that if you press here you will be treated to an awesome shot of Ubey’s throbbing pink head.

Kulhu dhiyaa vaavaru vey.

Ubey's fan blog

2010-06-11T14:49:00.001+05:00

Even I couldn't have done it. But Ubey did it. At long last.

He has become the first Maldives' homosexual man to come out of the closet and declare to the whole wide fucking world his sexual orientation without fear.

You made me proud to be Maldivian today, Ubey. Love you so much!

Azey

Ubey's fan blog

Café Sex - Part 5

2010-06-06T02:18:00.004+05:00

Where was I?

At a haabaru kada.

He was at the across-table and he kept openly smiling at me. Only a raajjetherey dude will do that.

So open. Not so innocent.

I was alone. He was alone.

I smile and move to his table. Permission not asked but permission subliminally granted.

He calmly continued munching on his handulu gulha.

It is dark. Our corner particularly.

Then I was given a jolt when he unexpectedly started rubbing his ankles on mine. I felt tickled by the little curls of his shin hair.

When he suddenly placed a tough palm on my thigh, I felt a sudden tightening of the area between my balls and anus. A liter of blood must have shot into my shaft right there and then because I felt a sudden bulge in my jeans that threatened to expose the fact that I had conveniently left home my boxers that night.

Like every other night.

He turned out to be one of the launch boys. Browned by the sun. Hardened by the rain. Scented with brine.

He said to wait till the other crew had left for Hukuru Prayer.

It wasn’t a big speedboat so we could possibly not risk being seen in a doggy position.

All we could do was bend over and pretend to be searching for stuff.

Boy did I keep pretending for a long time.

Till 1 o’clock there wasn’t even a millimeter square area between my foolhu and kakoo area he had not licked.

Likewise I serviced him the same. All for free. But he provided me lunch just the same.

But the Friday lunch we later had was nothing compared to the salty taste of his sizzling coppery rim, set amidst a garden of tame golden-brown rundi, on a firm endheri black bum. I am a hopeless glutton when it comes to eating ass.

How a law was born

2010-01-07T00:15:00.000+05:00

The Religious Unity Act was conceived in the throngs of passion as Shain entered Shaheem from behind.

The end of heterosexual love

2009-11-17T21:38:00.007+05:00

This post is dedicated to Brother Ahmed Shain from Islamic Foundation of Maldives

I’ve been too busy with some projects which took me out of town. Hence the hiatus.

But here’s one story I would like to share. It is both unusual and usual depending on how you view it :)

On one of my projects I recently spent a few weeks in a very remote island.

What was unusual about the island was the community basically is ok with homosexuality and lesbianism. There were well-known couples openly cohabiting and the community was alright with it.

Some of you may have visited the island and may already know about it but well let me keep it to myself ‘cos this just might be another island yet undiscovered. If then I would like to keep it to myself.

I know. I am damn selfish. But who isn’t! I don’t want you guys going there and fucking around! I want to keep it as my only secret gay island! Go on. Curse me all you want but I don’t care!!!

In that island I immediately bonded with a guy who had an occupation of reef fishing. He was a free diver and had a nicely tanned body (mmm).

We became literally inseparable. At every free time he and I got from work we hung out with each other.

Pretty soon the image of us being a couple took off and people even openly needled us about it and joked about it. If I was found alone on a street, a passerby would playfully tell me: “Your hubby has just got back” give me a smile and walk off.

He told me that he got the same treatment also.

At his parents’ place I noticed his mom made an extra effort to be extremely nice to me. At first I felt awkward but later I began to relax.

It was pretty amusing for me! I never knew that in the outer islands people could be that tolerant! I thought they would be more religious conservative and intolerant.

The most amusing thing was our relationship wasn’t even sexual in nature.

At least not at first.

He would sometimes kiss me lightly on the cheek when going off even if there were people around but nobody minded it.

Maybe this is what they call soul-matism. Not that I have much faith in that.

He didn’t strike me as gay. Neither did he give off any gay vibes.

We did it a few times when we went alone to nearby uninhabited islands. There was no penetration; only oral sex. That’s what surprised me. We just didn’t feel like it.

He didn’t initiate at any time nor did he express any unusual interest in gay sex.

It was more like we were so affectionate towards each other our physical intimacy was something we both enjoyed. So we both loved each other body and soul and enjoyed the sex because it was the natural climax to a spiritual friendship and it helped further cement our bonding.

The first time we did it we went to this uninhabited island alone just the two of us on his bokkuraa.

The caretakers did not go to the island that day so we had it to ourselves.

When we decided to go into the lagoon for a swim it came very comfortably and naturally to us to get totally naked. Like our good old Civil Court Judge Mohamed Hilmy.

What a heavenly thing it is to be totally naked while in the sea. Water flowing freely over your whole body and genitalia with no clothes touching your skin is such a wonderful experience. You should really try it. Too bad we can’t do it at the Track in Male’.

Sorry for the little diversion.

After we finished our dip we went a bit inside the jungle where the ground was totally covered with fallen leaves.

We lay side by side under the shade. I couldn’t help but look over at his oh-so-hot body. The drops of salt water on his golden body hair made me aroused.

He turned, caught me looking at his thing, and just smiled. Yep. Just smiled. Nothing awkward. Just a friendly smile.

It was the kind of rare smile which communicated the fact that everything about us was in total alignment: we belonged body and soul to each other. I swear the Leonid meteor shower must have been raining down on us at that moment, if only it wasn’t for daylight.

I moved my body closer to him. He lifted his arm and I rested my head under his armpit. I liked the whiff of apely smell that came off from that cavern.

I enjoyed the warmth of his body too.

I put my hand on his hard chest and let it rest there for a few seconds.

I felt calm and even a bit sleepy under the breeze.

Then I touched his nipples and slowly rubbed it. I wanted to have that body badly and wanted to get him aroused. I wanted to take him to the point of no return so as to force him to get excited and leave him no choice but get relieved by me. How evil can I get! Could that be defined as rape or coercion of a kind? Maybe. But he consented didn’t he?

I saw his dick getting harder and thicker so I naturally ran my hand down his body and slowly caressed his hardened manhood with soft touches.

His throbbing dick began to stand up and when after reaching 90 degrees over the horizon, it lost its center of gravity and sprang back onto his tummy, the slit in the head placed vertically right across my face which was resting on his tummy, the opening inviting me to move over and discover its wonderful treasures with my curious mouth.

At that moment I was filled with some doubt. Did I interpret his smile wrong? Was I thus being unethical? Will this get our friendship in jeopardy?

For confirmation I looked at him again.

He kept smiling!

Good to go!

I raised myself and bent over his body and took his stick in my mouth.

It felt full and good. The salt water droplets still left undry added to the earthy taste of this raw cock from a naked island.

As my sucking became more urgent his body gave spasms (which made me feel good again) and I heard him gasp a few times (boy, I’m getting aroused right now remembering all that!)

At that moment I wanted to look at his face and see his expression -- the expression of a hetero man being serviced by a gay man. And helpless to escape it!

But for some reason I didn’t dare look into his eyes. I had a fear along these lines: he may have given in to my lust only because he wanted to be a nice friend to me but it was another thing I actually look into his face and see his shame and his vulnerability of being engaged in gay sex which he had no interest in.

So I didn’t look when he came.

The salty brine along with the kurumbaa-fani like taste of his cum was heavenly and I swallowed every drop and cleaned his shaft dry. Then I planted a soft kiss on the tip of the softening head and smiled at him.

He smiled back and suddenly got up into a sitting position.

He embraced me, kissed my neck and made his way and found my mouth and gave me a deep kiss. I was pleasantly surprised to be kissed by him!

The way he kissed wasn’t as if he was into the kinky stuff like swallowing his own cum from my mouth. My mouth by that time hardly had any of his cum in it anyway.

It was as if he just felt very affectionate towards me at that moment and was expressing just that.

He then stopped and made me lie down.

He then bent over me and took my cock in his mouth!

I think it must have been his first time having a guy’s thing in his mouth because at first his way was awkward. He would only lick the tip of the head but after a while he took the whole head in his mouth.

He was like that for sometime just holding my cock in his mouth I think catching his breath.

Then he slowly began to take my cock all the way in until his lips were touching my balls.

That felt wonderful.

But he deepthroated only two or three times. I think it must have been difficult being the first time and he must have felt like suffocating or vomiting!

Then he concentrated only on my head.

By this time I was very much aroused and the sight of his firm round brown buns near my face was just too much!

I touched his left cheek with my left hand and put my right hand on his right inner thigh indicating to him to move over me so that his butt will be all over my face.

He did obediently.

He had just the right amount of rundi near his butthole and I enjoyed the touch of those hair on my face. It felt raw-fully sexy.

I didn’t immediately lick his hole but allowed my nose and eyes to touch his balls which somewhat sent shudders through him. He had nice low hangers.

Then with my two hands I parted his cheeks and I think because he was so much aroused the rim was in a constant motion of opening and closing!

Even then I didn’t want to say “Open Sesame” right then and there and I lingered my face just outside the outer wall of the rim and let my soul unwind with the heavenly earthly brown smell of his glory hole.

Then I dived in.

And his body gave a huge jerk!

It soon became a battle. I forcibly grabbed his thighs and pushed his buns into my face but everytime my tongue managed to taste the salty orifice of his being, his body would jerk forward and I would have to grab him back onto my face again!

This exercise made me so horny that I came way too early than I usually do.

I didn’t even indicate that I was about to cum. My thoughts were along the lines that since he was doing me a favor he should do it fully. Since he didn’t find gay sex disgusting he should experience the taste of another guy’s cum too!

I shot my load into his throat and for a second I feared that he would let go of my cock in disgust or suffocation but he never lost his rhythm and as I felt my cum continuing its flow smoothly into his throat, he licked his tongue over the head and the shaft while never taking my dick fully out of his mouth.

I felt the last drop of my cum come out and he spent a few seconds cleaning my dick, licking the shaft and the head.

Then I felt him plant a light kiss on the tip of the head!

I smiled to myself.

By this time I had lost my concentration and had stopping rimming him. However his balls were hanging low over my face and I could see him with another erection!

He turned around and sat on my tummy. The feeling of his buns on my dhah bandu was nice.

His sizable dick with its hard erection was pointing right at my face again – accusatory or waiting in eagerness like a hungry animal I couldn’t tell.

He took his dick in his hand and squeezed it which made the blood flow into the shaft, turning the head purplish and swollen like a forbidden foreign vilaathu kunnaaru.

He took my hand and made me touch his cock. Then he smiled and said: “Annekkaaves kolhu vejje. Varaala dheebala.” (“I’m hard again. Make me cum.”) Such sweet words coming from a hetero guy.

The grin on his face was so lovable anyone would have willingly done it for him, man or woman, is my guess.

I grabbed him and pulled him down and gave him a long French Kiss. He did the same and it was ‘battle of the tongues’ this time.

I could feel his hard cock on my tummy. It was nice.

I squeezed his hard buns and slowly played around the rim of his butthole with my fingers. It sent him into a frenzy and he kissed me harder with urgency.

I then pulled away, sat up and made him sit back, his back to the tree nearby.

I bent over and took his cock into my mouth.

With my other hand I found his butthole and kept my Shahaadath finger pressed hard there.

As my mouth’s motions on his cock grew faster, his urgency got stronger and suddenly he took my hand and forcibly pushed my Shahaadath finger deep inside into his buree-loavalhu which was quite the most unholy act I have to say!

Out of breath, through short gasps, he forced himself to say only this to me: “Ingili vadhdha vadhdhaafa nerey.” In other words he wanted me to finger-fuck him while sucking him off. My Shahaadath finger was definitely gonna lose whatever little baraka was left in it after years of sacrilegious communions like this. At least I was lucky this moment was not in 2012.

I admit I’m not very good at multitasking and then and there wished I had brought along my dildo or perhaps another guy to take care of his hole while I concentrated solely on my important task of busting his balls.

At last he came.

Though the juices were limited this time his gasping and sexual frenzy was more.

It was utterly joyful.

Afterwards we just lay there naked for several minutes. He held my hand. As if a good friend.

I told him to come to Male’ for Bodu Eid holidays later this month. He said yes.

I’ll have some nice surprises waiting for my heterosexual friend.

How long will his heterosexuality last when I am there for him, I wonder.

Fighting for gay rights isn't anti-Islamic

2009-10-27T02:49:00.000+05:00

A friend told me this theory:

Maldives' Constitution is anti-Islamic as it violates the principle "there is no compulsion in Islam"; meaning Islam only condones secularism and since under secularism people have freedom to follow other beliefs they have a right to advocate for gay rights. Therefore as Muslims we don't have to follow this anti-Islamic Constitution and as Muslims we have to fight to introduce secularism and give gay rights for those who want to follow other beliefs.

It makes sense to me.

Ubaid's new blog for Maldivians

2009-10-27T00:37:00.001+05:00

Cute Nude Dudes 2

Welcome back to the Maldivian Blogosphere, dude! You were sorely missed ;P

"Proposition 8 won't allow it"

2009-10-10T00:36:00.005+05:00

I came across this hilarious 23-second clip involving, um, a certain spiritual figure *wink*. I edited out the juicy parts so that my straight friends can watch it too (they told me explicit gay sex scenes make for uncomfortable viewing for them *lol*) No offense to anyone okies.

“Adhaalath is extremism in a cheap tuxedo”

2009-10-05T14:52:00.002+05:00

Deepest apologies for my hiatus.

Ubaid has a new blog but he wants to keep it secret. “For the eyes of my friends only” he told me.

What happened was some stupid pious Maldivians ratted on him and Google closed down his YouTube account too. Now Ubaid has a new blog and new YouTube account under a foreign sounding name with his station as not defined as “Maldives” which otherwise would alert the Adhaalath rats.

My own YouTube account suffered the same fate maybe because this time it was the Salaf rats who sniffed me out.

It doesn’t make a difference. Adhaalath, Salaf, they are all the same. “Adhaalath is extremism in a cheap tuxedo” Hilath told me today and he’s right. See how short DJ Majeed’s beard is now. These hypocrites are wearing coatu fatuloon only because they are in government now. If they were not in government they would be wearing the Jubbaa with the faikuri way up!

See how Shaheem tries to make it sound that Hilath was fabricating the Jaariyaa story. They are really trying to protect the extremists rather than address issues of child abuse.

I know I shouldn’t be spreading stories but an old man, a middle-aged woman, and a teenage girl have all told me of a "rumor" that it is Adhaalath President Seyku Hussen who is keeping a Jaariyaa!

The teenage girl told me: When the Seyku’s wife menstruates, he tells her in a heartless manner, "Thihiree najis vefa", meaning “You are dirty” and forces her to sleep under his bed!

I know I shouldn’t be spreading rumors but when a random sample of people like this has the same story to tell, I have to treat it as a scientific finding because one then does seriously tend to wonder whether there’s any truth to it.

Anyway I also saw that DhiTV clip where the Seyku called on Police to arrest and investigate Azima! I’m sure the Seyku and his Adhaalath brats are now cowering with fear because if the Police investigates, the Jaariyaa trail will directly lead to the harems of the Seyku, the DJ and Shaheem the womanizing hypocrite who was recently videoed with a Sri Lankan prostitute.

I’m trying to get the video but so far no success. If I could really get the video it will surely rip the very fabric of this terrorist organization called Adhaalath. Not to be mean to Hilath but I'm sure the video will be a bigger story than the Jaariyaa story and I will be more famous than Hilath! Only problem is I have to remain anonymous for certain reasons *balloon deflates*

Hilath also told me a very interesting theory. He said that Maumoon was correct in trying to ban the veil (kaakukan neygey gothah hedhun elhun).

I can see the sense in that. When your identity is known, if neighbors see you going in and out of a house, they being the nosy ones they are will inquire and dig up dirt and soon start gossiping “Hey this person was seen with this person in that house” and so on.

But what happens when people wear the veil? Nobody knows anybody else’s identity and so neighbors don’t know what’s happening with their neighbors. This is how extremists are able to keep Jaariyaas and illegally marry children in private unofficial ceremonies.

This may be a very harsh judgment to make but as Simon announced, I’m also withdrawing my support from MDP. During next elections I will support any party which promises to fight extremism and which will ban the veil which is the real cause why child abuse and other dirty sexual violence is occurring under the cover of the veil in extremist families.

Ubaid's blog under review

2009-08-05T15:58:00.003+05:00

Here's a message from Ubaid for visitors to his blog:

Dear beloved visitors,

Blogger has made my blog Cute Nude Dudes private so it will be inaccessible to others except me.

They said it is under review because someone (Ibn Khattab and his minions I think) reported that it has content that violates Blogger's terms and conditions.

While pornography is allowed by Blogger, I think it has more to do with supposedly anti-Islamic comments. Blogger doesn't allow material that incites hatred against any race, ethnicity, religion, etc.

Blogger said one of its "humans" will review my blog in "2 business days" and let me know its fate.

But a friend has promised to buy me space from a private server who has no problems with such politically correct public niceties. So my blog should be up and running within a few days or weeks because I'm going to export its content and host it elsewhere regardless of whether Blogger approves my blog or not.

If you think about it, companies like Google or Yahoo are hypocrites. They choose to censor their content (like blocking YouTube in China) so that they can please these dictatorial governments and continue to benefit monetarily from them. They are not interested in democracy or free speech. These fat capitalists are only interested in filling their pockets with billions of dollars from enslaved ordinary people.

Loads of luve,
Mohamed Ubaid

Café sex - Part 4

2009-08-01T02:10:00.002+05:00

I and a straight friend were at an open-air café one noon.

At the next table were four guys.

They were behaving very suspiciously.

I saw one of them eyeing me from the corner of his eye. It must have strained a lot but he kept staring at me like that for a while.

Soon he became fidgety. Don’t know why.

I then noticed that the other three guys were also from time to time turning around and looking at me as if interested.

Suddenly the fidgety guy stood up and giving me a full look went to the toilet.

The toilet there is unclean; specially the toilet bowl which you wouldn’t dare sit on.

Ten minutes passed.

Still the guy was in the toilet.

My hetero friend got the dynamics of what was at work here. He smiled at me and said: “He can’t be in the toilet taking a crap. Nobody would dare sit on that dirty bowl. If he wanted to take a crap, he would have gone home.”

My friend then gave me an evil smile and said, “There’s only one explanation. The guy is jerking off in the toilet.”

Now I am quite flattered that somebody would be so aroused by the mere sight of me as to immediately having to masturbate.

After around 15 minutes the guy came out of the toilet and while sitting down at his table, he looked straight at me. Did I detect some kind of post-masturbation relief or satisfaction from his expression? I’m not sure.

The group stayed there for around another 15 minutes and I saw the guy and two others leave with him – not without giving me a look first.

There was only one guy left.

He was pretending to play with his mobile.

Then he turned his back on us and I saw that his pants were hanging very low, and I mean like very low because half, yes HALF his butt was visible to us.

He stayed in that uncomfortable position in his chair for around 5 minutes and once turned 90 degrees and looked at me straight to make sure that I was getting an uninterrupted view of his butt crack and once he got that full satisfaction, he settled into the normal comfortable position in his chair.

I admit that his butt skin was very smooth and soft-looking; the kind I like to plant soft kisses on before animalishly devouring it.

After a few minutes he stood up to go, gave me a full look, and went away.

I don’t know what kind of treat I would have had that day if I had followed that group because I didn’t bother.

Some days you just feel asexual and there’s nothing you can do about it. *SIGH*

Ugh!

2009-07-22T16:03:00.002+05:00

Warm Pixels and Hilath have found evidence that haram activities involving condoms take place at the swimming track.

Hilath told me today that he saw two condoms floating in the churning waters of the track - a small white condom and an oversized pink condom.

Wonder what Ibn has to say to this...

I want my Jaariyaa!

2009-07-21T15:18:00.003+05:00

Since Islam allows you to do whatever you want to do with your slaves, male and female, including having sex with them and nobody seems to have a problem with such harems existing in Maldives too, I don’t see how we can’t have male Jaariyaas. From now on I will introduce all my boyfriends to my parents as my Jaariyaas. That should protect me from being rajammed!

Cloud 9

2009-07-10T19:26:00.003+05:00

He is one of the most beautiful men on earth.

And here he exists. In Maldives.

Lucky me / unlucky me.

While walking along the street, counting the bricks, playing Coldplay’s Fix You in my head, I sensed something. Or rather someone.

I don’t normally stare at people on the street. I’m not the type who openly checks out guys. It’s just plain rude. There are other more civilized ways to do it.

Was it telepathy? I don’t normally believe in bullshit pseudo sciences.

But that day it was as if suddenly I was overwhelmed by a feeling of somebody -- important to me in some way -- passing near me.

So I looked up and straight ahead he was coming toward me.

Our eyes locked, seconds passed and I found myself unable to take my eyes away even though my staring would have been so rude.

I realized it was rude but still I held my eyes. Why?

Was it because he also gave no indication that he was uncomfortable, awkward and would turn away too?

Because I had decided not to break away our locked eyes, I made a quick scan of his facial features to make sure I was staring at the right person.

The spiky hair with that eternal wet, fresh look… as if always I get to see him after his showers… that diamond-shaped jaw which I love so dearly and want to run my fingers over… that small but full lips always pouting as if he wished his mouth to be siphoned off by whoever is lucky to kiss him… confirmed that it was in fact him.

Strangely, he continued to look at me -- and totally comfortable about it.

He came closer, all the while our eyes locked, and just as he was about to pass by me, he raised his eyebrows, smiled and gave a shake of his head to acknowledge me.

I can’t describe the kind of thrill I felt at that moment.

Nothing on earth can be as euphoric as human acknowledgement.

And being acknowledged by a person you completely adore without him even knowing it is the ultimate high.

But I’m surprised at myself sometimes. I would have thought that after my fare share of men I would now be past the stage where I wouldn’t experience sensations like Butterflies in the Stomach any more.

But no. I did feel it again.

I guess I’m still human. And that’s a nice thought.

But sadly, he’s one of those angels who fly so high that they are perpetually out of reach of ordinary earthlings like me.

The path he has chosen in life is very different from mine and he had chosen it carefully, well-thought-out, right from his childhood.

So even if he decided to acknowledge my existence, I don’t think he will sacrifice his carefully crafted predictable safe world to be with someone as risqué as me.

That's the tragedy of life which I have come to accept.

The coral and the condom

2009-07-08T20:06:00.004+05:00

On one of my snorkeling rounds at the swimming Track I spied a brown plastic packet. Among the grey sediment, the bright brown packet stood out flamboyantly under the wavering sun’s rays which penetrated into the depths.

Being the concerned environmentalist I am, I dived deep and found that wedged between a piece of dead Maldivian coral was an emptied Korean-made UNIDUS condom pack. I don’t know how it got wedged under the coral. Was someone trying to hide his crime? That doesn’t make sense because everybody knows the Track is a pick-up point and that activities other than swimming in fact quite openly and regularly occur there.

The coral and the condom may be the remnant of a love story -- or one that of lust. I never understood the difference because for me love and lust did not exist on two different planes. Rather it was both sides of the same coin, to cite a cliché.

I myself have had my share of underwater sex adventures but I wish people will clean up their act and not leave excess baggage behind that will be damaging to the very environment that allows them space for pleasurable activities.

There may be more space in the closet

2009-07-08T20:03:00.004+05:00

Great thanks to the first two commentators to my blog, Blue and Anonymous. I’m flattered by the kind sentiments.

To Anonymous I have to say I believe that things can only get better as more people understand the flexible nature of Nature itself which extends to everything including sexuality.

So I am compelled to believe that Maldives’ society will also get better and people of flexible sexualities will do get more breathing space day by day. Years ago I could not even imagine having Maldivian gay-themed blogs on the Internet that are not blocked by a repressive regime. But things have changed so much today and I would like to believe that it will get better.

For those who are not as optimistic as me for the time being we can still choose to look on the positive side because if you really think about it we don't need Stephen Hawking to draw the conclusion that there may be infinite space even in the closet ;)

Shopping with Isse

2009-07-05T18:12:00.002+05:00

Isse came to Male’ two months after being in his island.

His job in the island didn’t give him much but he said that he had to stay in it for another six months before he can move to another job, possibly in Male’.

Recently I dreamed of him. Good dreams this time. Not nightmares of him ignoring me or dumping me or being caught with other men and women.

He said he was bisexual. But most of the men I know who say that only say that because it is now more cool to be known among their straight friends as bisexual rather than strictly gay. Don't know what's wrong with straight people. Have never figured them out. Maybe not worth wrecking my brains over that?

I decided to do something nice for him this time. I wanted to buy him some clothes.

We went on a shopping spree and by the time it was afternoon, I had bought him nice slippers, two jeans, one pants, and three shirts. As a final touch, I even bought him a perfume bottle from LeCute. CK One.

He had to go back to his dhoni late afternoon so I offered him lunch.

We went to a harbor kada and there I bought him a carton of Marlboro Hard cigarettes.

We both ordered fried noodles.

As we were eating Isse said how happy he was that I bought him all those nice things. He then smiled – that always winning smile – and told me how much he loved me.

It didn’t matter.

Months back I had given up any hopes of cohabiting with him. His life wasn’t in alignment with mine. So it will only create problems.

But the fact of the matter was I still loved him and I can tell that he still loved me. Platonic? Maybe.

Perhaps the reason why I offered to buy him clothes on this visit was because I wanted to avoid going to my place and having sex with him. He didn’t bring up the subject but I suspect he wanted to but since it was such a short trip maybe he didn’t want to have rushed sex and so when I didn’t bring up the subject myself he kept quiet about it too.

I don’t know why. These long times I am spending away from him is making me have mixed emotions about him. Sometimes now he feels more like a friend to me so the thought of having sex with him becomes uncomfortable. But at other times we are so hopelessly in love and can’t keep our hands away from each other.

We then saw one of his hometown lads coming towards us, a houri more hot than Isse himself, with tanned brown skin and golden locks of hair that would make Hercules himself go green with envy. These Northerners are something, God’s greatest gift to gay Maldivians like us…

Spying him coming over, Isse quickly touched my arm, and pressed it, and held it for a few seconds, letting his warmth pass into my own body, letting the love flow and intertwine. All the while he kept his eyes on mine. Love didn’t need words.

“Gotta go,” he said finally. “Take care.”

“You, too,” I said.

He went off.

He turned once to look back at me as he climbed aboard his dhoni and smiled and I watched him disappear into it. Before it took off from the harbor, I made my way home.

It was a nice feeling.

Café sex - Part3

2009-06-26T15:51:00.004+05:00

With little space at home, cafes are the best places for a little, naughty, harmless mischief.

Here’s another recent episode:

Another open-air restaurant again.

I was sitting with a business partner when two guys came in and sat at the table which offered them a direct view of me.

The two guys were in their early 20s and I noticed that one of the guys, the cute one, pointedly kept staring at me.

He looked like a raajjethere one, and I'm not saying that in a demeaning tone. Rather I particularly like the raw, natural and animal-ishness of raajjethere guys. Makes me want to ravish them at first sight, metaphorically speaking that is.

The guy's skin had a nice shine and whiffs of hair on his face here and there made him so erotic. I wanted to have sex right there and then.

But I couldn’t of course because I was in a business meeting.

We kept staring at each other all the while while I was pretending to listen to my business partner.

Soon the cute guy slowly began to make circling motions over his crotch with his left hand. He looked at me and then looked at his crotch to indicate that he wanted my attention on his crotch.

So I pointedly stared at his crotch and what he did was he unzipped his fly and put in his Shahaadhaa finger inside and made rolling motions to show that he was playing with his dick.

I knew that he wouldn’t dare pull it out for a full view because that would have been too risky in a public place.

Suddenly my business partner’s mobile phone rang and he said that he had to go urgently. I told him to go and that I will stay for another few minutes to finish off my coffee.

I sat alone and when I looked at the guy he was zipping up his fly. I guess that was that and now for the real business.

I knew now he will be trying to get rid of his friend so that he could be alone and we could go to my place together.

But several minutes passed and I saw them engaged in conversation. The cute guy looked exasperated and kept looking sideways – for an escape? I bet his friend wasn’t getting the hint and was in no mood to leave his friend alone. Sometimes well-meaningness can be such a bad thing, especially when you are looking for an alone time with a perfect cute stranger.

I went to the counter, paid the bill, and as I made my way off, I directly looked at the guy and he followed my eyes as if in frustration.

No worries my friend. We’ll meet again. You know that and I know that. You will come here again and so will I.

That’s how it works, isn't it.

Nostalgia without Imma

2009-06-07T12:37:00.002+05:00

I'm so happy. Cause today I found my friends.
They're in my head. I'm so ugly. But that's ok.
'Cause so are you. We've broke our mirrors.
Sunday morning. Is every day for all I care.
And I'm not scared. Light my candles. In a daze cause I've found god.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...

Nirvana’s Lithium for me is nostalgic.

But something unusual happened today.

I was walking along the spacious and green Amini Magu and Lithium started playing in my head.

It brought back my cherished memories of the times I had with Imma.

But suddenly I was shaken out of my reverie with a thought. A very disturbing thought.

It’s been a month since Imma visited Male’ and he hasn’t called me all these days.

The last time he came he said he was sorry for all the bad things he did to me, for all his selfishness and all that, and he openly cried while sitting in an open-air restaurant, tears streaming down his face, attracting the amused attention of everyone around us.

When a man sheds tears your heart melts like any woman will tell you. But I know many men who have faked tears to get something they want.

I realized that Imma was only acting and shedding crocodile tears when he said he truly loved me and I will always be the one for him though he is forced to live away from me in his island.

If he lost his mobile or something like that happened, he still can borrow a phone from a friend and just call me to ask me whether I am alive.

I then realized that it’s time to divorce all my favorite songs from these cherished memories because these memories turned out to be not worth cherishing after all. It makes more sense to like Lithium because it simply is a great song that celebrates life and will be nostalgic whether Imma existed or not.

What a relief. Now I can listen to Lithium without Imma creeping into my thoughts.

The new guy

2009-06-07T00:11:00.002+05:00

(TODAY)

Setting: open-air restaurant again.

Talk about cosmic coincidences.

The stars must be aligning for us.

I was deep in a conversation with a friend and I don’t know why suddenly my eyes should be diverted to a group who sat at the table across my frontal vision.

It was the new guy.

As he sat he looked at me and as our eyes met I saw him recognize me and his actions showed a sense of awkwardness.

I was leaning forward but then I leaned back to talk back with my friend and this position somehow blocked my direct vision of the guy.

Not more than 5 minutes passed and I saw the guy get up and his friends also got up and they moved to a table nearby and the guy sat in a chair which now offered him a direct vision of me whether I leaned forward or sat back.

Today he wasn’t as flamboyant as that other day. He was quite subdued and whenever he caught my eyes I detected both a longing and a sadness.

At that moment I felt love.

It was unusual.

The other day it was just raw lust. But today the feeling was different.

All this time I was quite skeptical of love at first sight. I always believed that it is always physical attraction at first sight.

But today I wondered whether like all natural process this chemistry between us was now transcending from lust to love. It makes sense that love involves bonding with your object of affection’s body and soul and that means you enjoy and love his physical proximity, intimacy and everything that comes with it.

The other day it was me who left first. Today I decided to outdo him. I decided to stay until he left.

His group started leaving but he made no move. He started playing with his mobile phone and I wondered whether that was an excuse to be there as long as I was there. One of his friends stayed back maybe thinking it was rude to leave him alone but I wish that friend had just left because it wouldn’t be difficult for me to fix my own friend and go with that guy to wherever he wanted to take me to. I would have gladly gone with him to the ends of the earth, where the sea never met the sky.

Maybe sensing that today it wasn’t meant to happen between us the guy got up and left and his friend followed.

As I saw his back, walking away calm, cool and composed, quiet in demeanor, I felt that this is not the end. I felt that somehow our chemistry and bond have been cemented. I felt that he will never rest until he found me and will do whatever he can do and go wherever he had to go in order to find me and be with me for the rest of his life.

At that moment as I reaslied this, I knew that I will wait for him forever too.

The feeling is still persisting that he will be one of the few I will ever meet in this life who will forever truly love me.

The new guy

2009-06-07T00:07:00.003+05:00

(LAST WEEK)

Setting: open-air restaurant.

He sat on a chair with his back to me and I started noticing him because he was looking back over his shoulder often.

Surprise surprise. He then got up and sat in the chair opposite so that he could directly face me.

In a way he just made sure that however long I stayed there I had him in my vision.

I was quite flattered that someone was giving me attention so openly.

I admit that he was hot too.

When I got too absorbed in the conversation I was having with my friend he raised his voice louder and in that way got my attention back.

He was sitting with his legs closed and just to test whether he was willing to open up for me that readily I openly stared at his crotch and he readily spread his legs wide and for my benefit also touched his crotch and kept his hand there.

I became quite aroused and couldn't then concentrate on my conversation with my friend.

If I was alone there that day and he was alone too I am sure we would have readily gone home together and done it.

When I came back home I just couldn’t get him out of my mind and as I couldn't suppress my own arousal I had no choice but to go into the shower and masturbate.

It was a heavenly feeling.

Men O Pause

2009-06-06T23:30:00.001+05:00

Today my client was just moody.

He wouldn’t even give a second glance to my draft.

He just sat there staring into space while his cup-cino became cold and his ciggy became ash.

It must be menopause.

Fuck

2009-06-06T23:25:00.001+05:00

Fuck