Back on the Mainland

I came back from Fire Island yesterday afternoon, and I think I'm still recovering. I went out to a store last night and kept having to remind myself that I can't just cruise any attractive guy I see anywhere in public.

I got there with my fuck bud on Friday afternoon and started drinking pretty much after I got off the ferry. The weather stayed beautiful the whole weekend, with the exception of a bad thunderstorm that drove us into a bar and underwear party at 2 am the first night. Afterward, me and two guys ran out on the beach wasted and screaming that we wanted to see guys messing around - which we did happen to find a lot of - and we ended up getting followed all the way back home.

I found myself falling into the routine of low tea, high tea, and then more partying after midnight, pretty easily. One of the weird things about the Pines was that I felt like I was the youngest guy there. Most of the guys I met were in their late 20s or older, and of course I looked pretty young out there. Though it should be pretty obvious from this blog that I'm not turned off by men that age. The only other guys I saw who looked like they were 21 seemed pretty tweaked out.

I didn't take many pictures myself, but I'm sure I'll be getting some emailed. For now, I'm getting readjusted to not being in a completely gay environment.