nothing like a night of tribal dancing to the beats of Victor Calderone on a holiday weekend in the Pines to get U all horned up, particularly after E-dick has prevented U from getting an “afterparty” invite from a hot, young couple . . . i mean, c’mon guys, how do U expect me to get it up AND keep moving like the Energizer bunny in the wee hours of the morning without drugs? . . . U sure did like the rhythm of my pumping hips behind U on the dance floor . . . couldn’t we have left it at that? . . . but no, U had to go to a different place and cop a feel . . . with one hand U worked your way into my bitch dog shorts, underneath my jock, and with the other u placed my hand on your boyfriend’s big dick . . . i tried to rise to the occasion, i really did . . . maybe it IS time for Viagra, at least on the dance floor . . . too bad we didn’t hook up in the Meatrack a few hours later . . . i didn’t have any problem sticking it to some space cadet who must have been a stunner in his prime . . . i’d wanted him for years and now, when i finally had my chance, i wasn’t shy about exposing the hard goods . . . he took one look at my tuffy and dropped his bitch dog shorts to show me his nicely shaped ass . . . come to my house and fuck me . . . he lived at the western end of Fire Island Boulevard, next to what looks like a lily pond at high tide . . . i wonder how many men had wiped their feet on the welcome mat on Sunday alone? . . . i’ll bet u would like to see me in my leather, wouldn’t u? . . . it took all of 10 seconds for him to slap a rubber on me and not much longer to don his leather cap and position himself in front of the mirror . . . he watched my cock go in and out, in and out while he shouted u r right my alley, service boy . . . nothing like a good pun to keep U turned on . . . his drugs must be really fine if he’s calling me a boy . . . too bad he couldn’t stay still for more than a minute at a time and he was so busy inviting me back that i kept wondering where i had gone . . . i felt like an appliance even tho he told me he preferred me to his dildo . . . what a sweet talker! u can come anytime u want because i probably won’t i suggested after we assumed our 57th position . . . subtlety isn’t my strong suit . . . as soon as he told me he had shot his load he made it pretty clear he wasn’t going to help get me off . . . he forgot my name almost as soon as i told him . . . i used to use that name on the phone he apologized . . . when i told him phone sex made me giggle, he said he only used it to hook up with guys . . . u mean like AOL? . . . no, i don’t type and i don’t drivehe answered . . . well, that explains everything!