Morehead and his not-dom had disappeared (Labor Day Weekend on Fire Island: Friday)

Morehead recently moved to Brooklyn, and one of his new roommates is friends with the owner of the House of Orange in Cherry Grove. The very same orange house that Soho Crush rented last summer. My trip to Montreal fell through, and Morehead asked me if I wanted to get in on Labor Day Weekend with them on Fire Island.

"Fuck it. Why not!"

Well, because hurricane Earl, it was drama trying to get out here. Morehead and I went back and forth texting, and when I went to bed on Thursday night, the plan was for them to drive to the ferry early on Saturday. I had no interest in losing sleep to hang out all day with people I didn't know, so I planned to take the train out in time for happy hour on Sat.

For those of you not familiar with Fire Island, it's only accessible by ferry. From the City, you take the LIRR (commuter train), then a shuttle van, then a ferry. The whole thing usually takes about 2.5 hours.

I went to work on Friday anticipating a short day because of the holiday. I was going to work out afterwards, have a nap, and go out in the city. Why did I get this text from Morehead?!

Meanwhile, they live really deep in Bushwick. Like, can't-even-fake-like-it's-East-Williamsburg Bushwick. There was no way I was finishing work, running home to pack, and catching them by 4 to make that 5:30 ferry! But Morehead was having trouble getting our of work, too, so we agreed to meet on the 6:27 LIRR to catch the 8:30 ferry.

When we got off the LIRR, my heart stopped. There were no mini-busses waiting to take us to the ferry! Did the ferries get cancelled after all?! Fuck!

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Me: "Wait a minute... I don't think this is Sayville."

Random woman: "Sayville was the next stop."

Well, it was nothing that a $12 cab ride wouldn't fix, and we got there before the folks on the LIRR. When we walked up, nobody was in the ticket booth. Then Morehead got a text from a roomie: Heard the 8:30 ferry got cancelled. I was too heated. Especially when Morehead walked over to the information window and found out that the ferry was indeed running as scheduled! However, they were combining the Pines and Cherry Grove ferries into one and making 2 stops. We finally got to our house around 9:20. And for all that fuss about Earl, I never once felt the need to dig my umbrella out of my bag.

Oh, and the friday-night Daniel Nardicio underwear party that I was so hyped about? Postponed til Saturday.

The house was a motley crew indeed. We had a couple of young'ns (one was 18 and the very definition of a tall twink), a few guys in their 20s and Morehead's Log Cabin Republican roommate who is in his 40s. And a weiner dog.

At one point when we were in the den a random, hot otter came up to our screen door.

Him: "Oh, sorry! I think I have the wrong house."

Me; "Hey, it's cool! Come have a drink... We'll take our shirts off... Aaaaand he's gone."

Of course, we started on the drinks right away. And of course the first guy I started to check out ended up being the object of Morehead's pursuit. The situation was hilarious because this guy was basically giving him orders like a total dom, but almost like suggestions.

Gentle Dom: "Okay, I think you should go stand in the corner now. Come on, go stand in the corner. Okay, now count 60 seconds. Out loud, please..."

I went upstairs to get ready for the other underwear party in the Pines. When I came back down, the hot otter from before was sitting on out couch. My eye was immediately drawn to him, and I was so caught up in making sure I introduced myself that I totally missed Daniel Nardicio sitting next to him!

Nardicio "Hey, I remember you from the Sea Tea party I had. Good to see you again."

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We all talked for a while before they left, and a few of the other boys started to get ready to head to the Pines. One of the younger boys was turning out to be a lot of look, and Blonde Twunk and Assyrian Princess weren't trying to deal with her. Assyrian Princess literally pushed Blonde Twunk and me out the back door while he sent the kid upstairs to get ready. As soon as the kid was out of earshot, Assyrian Princess ran out to meet us.

Did I mention that it'd been about an hour since Morehead and his not-dom had disappeared into the room the not-dom was sharing with the Assyrian Princess? Did I also mention that Assyrian Princess had to sneak in at least twice to get stuff from her bag and took at least 3 tries to close the door? Yeah.

We trekked through the Meatrack, but we had to detour to the beach towards the end because it a guy we ran into who was backtracking told us there was bad flooding. When we finally got to the Pines, the underwear party was quite sparse.

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It started to get nicely populated, but we ditched for the party at Sip n Twirl with more boys and more fun music. After about a half hour there, Blonde Twunk and I looked up to find the Assyrian Prince waving from the DJ booth.

A cute Asian guy started talking to us and ended up inviting Blonde Twunk and I back to his house with a clump of other boys (2 of whom I know from the city, but I didn't know they knew each other) for champagne and a dip in the hot tub.

"Oh, guys, no fabric in the hot tub. It clogs the filter."

Apparently that line is well known among the upper-class gays: I thought it was just a joke among the Architect's ski buddies!

Anyway, I figured everyone just needed a nudge, so I stripped down and got in. Everyone else sat on the edge and just put their feet in. There was much rolling of eyes, but to be fair, the water was lukewarm.

Blonde Twunk followed the cute Asian guy into the house. Everyone else was staying in the Pines, so if he was out for the night, I'd have to walk back through the Meatrack by myself. Damnit.

By the time I'd finished not quite all of my champagne, the rest of the boys were dressing to leave. By the time I was putting on my shoes, Blonde Twunk emerged from the lower level of the house. I was beyond elated not to have to make the walk alone.

Even better: when I got back to my room, no one was there.

. o O (NAKED SLEEPY TIME! WOO!)

Did I mention I woke up the next day pitching a tent next to Assyrian Prince? Yeah.

Click here to check out my first night in the House of Orange last summer.

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