Best NYE Ever
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thepnutgalleryWoke up a little after 8, just a few minutes after Tim texted me, requesting an ETA, and Daniel texted, explaining that he was staying through NYE. Greg was still sleeping, so I extricated myself from Buddy, grabbed my stuff and got back on the road. I made pretty awesome time. LA to the Silver Strand in just about 2 hours. Drove Tim to Carlsbad, stopped at 99 Ranch on the way back, where they didn't have any Bran Dough for the second time, then home. Tim came over as well, and we had lunch before napping. I can't recall what in our conversation prompted it, but just before I fell asleep under him, I mentioned a wry sentiment I've had many times before: "Poor me - I've too many people who care for me."
It wasn't dark when I woke up, but the sky had shifted, and I always feel robbed when that happens. I invited Tim to attend the nye parties with me, but he had plans of his own. Jason Padoan and Mark both tapped out of coming with me, and I tapped out of seeing Keith Barton the regular. Texted Peter, who was on the verge of sitting home, and made myself flexible to accommodate his presence. We almost fooled around before going to the first party, but were running a little late, so opted against it. It was good to see Michael Kosty again, though it was a little awkward when he bluntly asked what Peter and I were doing - Dating? Bfs? Just fun? We left that party a little after 10, picked up blond Mike, who would later refer to me as his social angel for saving his night, and headed over to Glenn's.
Nikki and Brandon were just leaving for Bourbon as we arrived - I offered them a ride home later if they were too inebriated. Glenn's was a lot of fun, even though I didn't drink. I chatted with John and Charles about appropriate timing on bringing 3rds in, with Jason Cliche about relationships more generally - he still feels bad for his role in my divorce, defended Peter against randy gentlemen intent on stealing him (No, he's not my bf. Yes, he's my date tonight. No, I don't recommend you touch him), and kissed Peter at midnight.
I also got texts from a number of people, of course, including Tim, who texted a picture of Chad and Jesse's dog getting a belly rub.
A small, very drunk contingent of boys was sitting in the hot tub with intent to start some typical gay party shenanigans. I initially declined, feeling the crowd was a bit overly drunk or overly eager, but Peter wanted to get in, so I acquiesced. From my days with Ken, I know exactly the feeling of sitting out of reindeer games because of a date's mysterious reluctance. Nothing did end up coming of the hot tub, so to speak, but I thought it was important that Peter be able to experience whatever happened. It was getting on towards 2am, so I gave John and Charles a ride home.
There was some sort of tragedy at 6th & University - a little more than a whole block was cordoned off. Drove to pick up Brandon and Nikki next. Brandon was slightly tipsy, and Nikki was hilariously druuuunk. Lastly, dropped Mike off, then took Peter back to my place.
We started in the living room, in the dark. It was crazy hot, and I was raging hard. He sucked me, I sucked him, he pushed me onto my hands and knees on the carpet, crouched behind me, and fucked me with our pants still down around our ankles. Eventually decided that my bed and the application of lube would be more ideal, so moved there. Dozed off still tangled together.
It wasn't dark when I woke up, but the sky had shifted, and I always feel robbed when that happens. I invited Tim to attend the nye parties with me, but he had plans of his own. Jason Padoan and Mark both tapped out of coming with me, and I tapped out of seeing Keith Barton the regular. Texted Peter, who was on the verge of sitting home, and made myself flexible to accommodate his presence. We almost fooled around before going to the first party, but were running a little late, so opted against it. It was good to see Michael Kosty again, though it was a little awkward when he bluntly asked what Peter and I were doing - Dating? Bfs? Just fun? We left that party a little after 10, picked up blond Mike, who would later refer to me as his social angel for saving his night, and headed over to Glenn's.
Nikki and Brandon were just leaving for Bourbon as we arrived - I offered them a ride home later if they were too inebriated. Glenn's was a lot of fun, even though I didn't drink. I chatted with John and Charles about appropriate timing on bringing 3rds in, with Jason Cliche about relationships more generally - he still feels bad for his role in my divorce, defended Peter against randy gentlemen intent on stealing him (No, he's not my bf. Yes, he's my date tonight. No, I don't recommend you touch him), and kissed Peter at midnight.
I also got texts from a number of people, of course, including Tim, who texted a picture of Chad and Jesse's dog getting a belly rub.
A small, very drunk contingent of boys was sitting in the hot tub with intent to start some typical gay party shenanigans. I initially declined, feeling the crowd was a bit overly drunk or overly eager, but Peter wanted to get in, so I acquiesced. From my days with Ken, I know exactly the feeling of sitting out of reindeer games because of a date's mysterious reluctance. Nothing did end up coming of the hot tub, so to speak, but I thought it was important that Peter be able to experience whatever happened. It was getting on towards 2am, so I gave John and Charles a ride home.
There was some sort of tragedy at 6th & University - a little more than a whole block was cordoned off. Drove to pick up Brandon and Nikki next. Brandon was slightly tipsy, and Nikki was hilariously druuuunk. Lastly, dropped Mike off, then took Peter back to my place.
We started in the living room, in the dark. It was crazy hot, and I was raging hard. He sucked me, I sucked him, he pushed me onto my hands and knees on the carpet, crouched behind me, and fucked me with our pants still down around our ankles. Eventually decided that my bed and the application of lube would be more ideal, so moved there. Dozed off still tangled together.
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Date: 2012-01-06 03:19 am (UTC)Unless I don't have the whole story, he really shouldn't flatter himself.
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Date: 2012-01-06 09:41 am (UTC)I'm struggling to respond to this without melting my screen.
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Date: 2012-01-08 12:09 am (UTC)