The fact checker kinda fucked up again. There "was" a gay tea dance at Stray on Sunday evening. Maybe it wasn't Fire Island Pines on Memorial Day weekend, but it was a dozen or so cute queers (and straight friends) looking for a good time.
Which made Stray the gayest place in Hudson on Sunday - surpassing Le Gamin and the Quaker Meeting House.
Will Gay Tea Dance at Stray continue on Sundays? I don't know. Maybe.
The party is whereever you make it, folks. Put together some gay boys, good music, alcohol, and a wig. Boom. You're done.
Anyway, the fact checker STILL wanted to be punished, so, we bound him up, and took turns fucking him. Big Momma took some of her cooking grease, that she saves in a coffee pot under the sink, put some on a huge dildo and stuck it up his ass.
She used the second-grade grease - not the good bacon/lard grease. This was the breakfast sausage patty grease.
Maybe the evening wasn't perfect, but I had a good time. I saw my friends, made a couple of new ones....danced like a stupid idiot....
Could it have been better? I guess....but don't ask me...
What do I know? I'm happy just sitting in silence with a bunch of pacifists...
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ok, i'll bite. what would have made it "perfect"?
"Perfect" would mean a room full of a few dozen tight twenty-something latino boys lubed and ready to be fucked.
Or all of them on their knees begging for my dick.
Short of that, any evening is imperfect.
Well, yeah, I had fun, but I still have spinters in my ass.
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