Gypsy, Orgy Queen
Nov. 5th, 2017 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryI was DYING when I woke up. Vomited multiple times, sweating, obviously a headache. I haven't been that hungover in a long time. I worried for a bit that I wasn't going to rally in time for the party, but after hurling a few times, sleeping for a bit, getting a shower and some water, I was back in action.
It took a *while* for the party to really get going. I fucked a couple guys in the bedroom, then one guy separately. All of them wanted me to shoot on their chest, which...no. Things did finally get going in the room itself. Suddenly everyone was going at it. I bottomed in there, bottomed in Sean's room, bottomed in the other room. My dick wasn't working very well, but I think I managed to top twice, because I'm #vers. One of the guys I bottomed for looked *awful* familiar, and getting his number after, I realized he was Greg, a gent I'd maybe been on the verge of dating years ago. He lives in LA now, with his boyfriend. I finally got up for air, said hi to Ryan, Matt, et al. We'd run out of booze by then, which is really really disappointing. It's gauche to show up empty handed, and the invite specifically said to bring booze. I brought out my extra bottle from the car, which went just as quickly. I honestly was so busy fucking that I didn't get a chance to drink much. This suits me just fine, as 1) I was pickled the rest of the weekend, 2) clearly everyone else was way more into drinking than I was, and 3) this enabled me to get back on the road and home in short order.
It took a *while* for the party to really get going. I fucked a couple guys in the bedroom, then one guy separately. All of them wanted me to shoot on their chest, which...no. Things did finally get going in the room itself. Suddenly everyone was going at it. I bottomed in there, bottomed in Sean's room, bottomed in the other room. My dick wasn't working very well, but I think I managed to top twice, because I'm #vers. One of the guys I bottomed for looked *awful* familiar, and getting his number after, I realized he was Greg, a gent I'd maybe been on the verge of dating years ago. He lives in LA now, with his boyfriend. I finally got up for air, said hi to Ryan, Matt, et al. We'd run out of booze by then, which is really really disappointing. It's gauche to show up empty handed, and the invite specifically said to bring booze. I brought out my extra bottle from the car, which went just as quickly. I honestly was so busy fucking that I didn't get a chance to drink much. This suits me just fine, as 1) I was pickled the rest of the weekend, 2) clearly everyone else was way more into drinking than I was, and 3) this enabled me to get back on the road and home in short order.
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