A Slice of Gay Pie

So here it all begins.  After one long day, which I'm still in pain from, a bunch of Mary's and Mary lovers decided to hop on a bike and ride out to the bush, out to a lodge, with a bridge, strap ourselves in and jump of the edge.  It was a day for bungee.  The weather was superb and everyone has a burnt patch of skin to prove it, some more than others.  

The day began with a long foofy slide over green trees and bush.  The slow gentle slope sent you cruising down the line with the wind in your hair and ground at your feet.  Now to stop the bungee we were to grab a black rope or else we would just slowly slide back above the dense bush however no-one told 'Ter-bear' that monkeying around while tipping the scales at 90 odd kilos might bring you to a halt above the dense trees without even a sniff of the black rope.  Needless to say it took the skinny 50kilo kid a bit of time to haul Ter's ass up the slope so we could move on to the next thing.  Too my surprise, when we got to the king swing my golden goddess had already gone.  She got strapped in, looked forward and screamed all the way down... or so I'm told. 

Now the swing had a trick to it.  Looking at it you might just think its a grown up sized swing for grown ups.  Maybe.  But when I was hanging and i mean hanging of the edge knowing full well there is no going back, hell i was hanging, it was fall or faint time so I chose the masculine approach of screaming to be dropped and then screaming when i was dropped and screaming until i eventually came closer to the ground.  It was amazing! 

Final step... off the edge.  Time to take the big plunge (eeeuw)!  After alot of thinking I decided to jump.  Once everyone showed me how being the biggest gay pussy was so not hot, i jumped.  It was by far the scariest thing I have forced myself to do as of yet.  My voice has been faint, husky yet sexy for three days now.  In the end, it was totally worth it.  The adrenaline was pumping through my veins like a teenager that just came in his pants for the first time.  It was amazing but not really the jump, the psych up before and the rush afterwards, i felt fuck all enjoyment from bobbing up and down like bad fore play.  I would still recommend everyone try it once.

Once we cooled down it was lunch time, a braai, the lunch for traditional South African folk, meat, meat, potatoes and meat, that was good eating.  So then its back on the bike, heading home to finish the good eating with some sweet lovin'.

And so the gay days keep turning, more adventures to come, more to right and more to read.

Happy adventuring!