Back from the Pines

It. Was. Great.

First off, apologies for anyone who emailed me and got a bounce-back. It seems that I received a file with 7894k of attachments (GMSMA materials) that took up all of the MBs in my inbox and put me right over the limit. Deleted it, so things are fine now.

Such a great trip. The LIE was a parking lot, so I only made the 7:30 pm ferry. When I arrived, no one was there. In fact, for the next 24 hours, I pretty much had the place to myself. How cool is that? The place is amazing. One of those wooden places on Beach Hill built in the '60s. Sprawling. Bedroom after bedroom (each with its own bath).

I put Lucinda and Emmylou and Dolly on the stereo and got busy making dinner. That night, I hit the Meatrack. It was pitch black. No moon at all. I had a great time with a man with an amazing beergut. A perfect pot. I kept an eye out for him in the daylight, but no luck. On my way home, I ran into a sweet boy on Fire Island Boulevard. He was keenly interested, and when I told him I had already gotten off that night, he asked if I could come over and give me a massage and suck my dick. How could I say no to that? So that's how I passed the night, drifting in and out of consciousness while he gave me a gentle massage or a blow job or just held him.

Day Two was a perfect beach day. I spent the whole day naked on the beach staring out at the waves, and watching The Parade. It started to cloud over, so I headed home. I spent the balance of the day dividing my time between the deck, the hot tub, and the pool.

Here are some pics...



What is there not to love about a jacuzzi? Gotta get me one of those.

Here's Faithful Companion, doing what he does best...



I took so many wonderful walks with Faithful Companion. He just becomes a different dog out there. (Go figure, right?) And he'd follow me around the vast house, content to sprawl somewhere, positioned so he could see me, until it was time for the next walk.

That night, while I was making dinner, FirePup showed up. He's a buddy of my friend and landlord who gave me the invitation. He and I talked and got to know each other. Then we went down to whatever the name of the bar was. FirePup spent lots of time going to the bathroom. I got the impression that FirePup wanted to hook up, but on one of his bathroom trips, he had done a hit of G, so I was cool to the idea. I hate it when someone dies when you're having sex with him! G is a tricky drug. When pharmacists do dosage, it's done in the microliter. Pretty different from, "Swallow this!"

FirePup showed me the Dick Dock, where on that cold and misty night we found a muscleboy with his pants open talking on his cell phone and five guys waiting for the muscleboy to finish up his cellphone call. I left FirePup to give a blow job, and headed to the Meatrack. No action at all, so I headed home and went to bed.

Day Three started with a phone call to Photog who had said that he'd be out on the island that week. I was in luck. He was there and he came over. Photog and I had really sweet sex. Whaddyaknow, he's very visual!

More hot tub, more pool, more beach, more lying on the deck getting Browner, more walks with Faithful Companion. Then, sooo reluctantly, I packed up and headed down to the Ferry.

This trip to the Pines was a religious experience. I mean that. Out of the blue, my thoughts were all about God and my relationship with God.

When I got home, I did my best to capture all of this. Herewith, for your reading pleasure, is The Gospell According to Dwight, or Jesus in the Fire Island Pines. Read about The Parable of the Landscaping, the Parable of the Tan Lines, the Miracle of the Healing of the Man with the Virus, the Miracle of the Fabulous Dinner, the Sermon in the Meatrack, and so much more. Whether you're down with the Big J's program or not, I think it might make interesting reading.

And yesterday was softball playoffs. We played the Hellcats. They beat us by only about two runs, and it was tough. We couldn't get our batting together. I was benched the whole time as a sub. Maybe this should have pissed me off a little, but I honestly didn't mind. I'm on the team, and they also serve who sit on the bench cheering their asses off. And, it was great softball to watch. And, one of my teammates brought along a buddy of his, this beautiful bear guy. Nipples big as silver dollars. Beautiful Bear Guy might play for us next year, and I sure hope he does. Gorgeous. Blond facial hair, and this dark amazing pelt on his body.

After softball, I spent sometime hanging with the Ballbreakers at Ty's, then sat on the piers smoking cigars and drinking an iced latte.

And then I spent the evening talking to a man who might offer me representation in another 'w' avocation. More about that later. We'll see how things go.

It's good to be back.

Missed ya.

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