Tropical Fruits
We left for Tropical Fruits at 10pm. Jed, Trent, Matthew, me, Murray and Bruno. Jed’s Range Rover, and Murray’s hire car.
The long walk from the car, which is ethereal amongst the silent livestock sheds all fallen still and the city of tents and cars in between. The queue to get a ticket was long and seemingly disorganised, but in the end probably wasn't so bad.
There were fireworks at midnight. We took our seats in the bleachers to watch the midnight show. We always seem to manage a seat near the front.
The main dance floor was incredibly hot, as per usual, and I found I could only dance in there for a short time. We spent a lot of time sitting on the low wall just outside the main warehouse, saying hello to people.
We found we mostly walked the grounds, bumping into people we knew and attracting some new friends.
Hay bales, and old carts and the rustic interpretation of the country was on full display, with all those ‘city’ types staggering mindlessly in between.
We got a few offers to be taken home, well, back to hotel rooms probably, but we turned them all down.
Its nice to have the hand of the boy who wants to be with you.
Matthew had wide eyes watching the whole night.
We danced in a few of the smaller rooms. The one upstairs played good music.
I took Matthew into the back room. He soon had his shorts peeled down over his bubble butt, with some guy inserting a lubed finger, with three guys with their hands around his big sausage.
My shorts were being pulled off me too.
Some guy had got on his knees and was trying to get Matthew’s cock in his mouth.
“Can we leave now?” said Matthew.
“Of course.” And I took his hand and led him out. We ere still pulling our clothes back on as we came out into the public.
“Oh, I wished I’d been in there for that,” said some old queen.
“You can’t see who is doing what?”
“Some people like that, but not normally the pretty ones like you.”
“You’re pretty said Matthew.
We got back to dancing, sweating our arses off, but dancing. It’s what I love to do at dance parties, and that is dance. The heat was an annoyance though.
We popped more pills late.
The long walk from the car, which is ethereal amongst the silent livestock sheds all fallen still and the city of tents and cars in between. The queue to get a ticket was long and seemingly disorganised, but in the end probably wasn't so bad.
There were fireworks at midnight. We took our seats in the bleachers to watch the midnight show. We always seem to manage a seat near the front.
The main dance floor was incredibly hot, as per usual, and I found I could only dance in there for a short time. We spent a lot of time sitting on the low wall just outside the main warehouse, saying hello to people.
We found we mostly walked the grounds, bumping into people we knew and attracting some new friends.
Hay bales, and old carts and the rustic interpretation of the country was on full display, with all those ‘city’ types staggering mindlessly in between.
We got a few offers to be taken home, well, back to hotel rooms probably, but we turned them all down.
Its nice to have the hand of the boy who wants to be with you.
Matthew had wide eyes watching the whole night.
We danced in a few of the smaller rooms. The one upstairs played good music.
I took Matthew into the back room. He soon had his shorts peeled down over his bubble butt, with some guy inserting a lubed finger, with three guys with their hands around his big sausage.
My shorts were being pulled off me too.
Some guy had got on his knees and was trying to get Matthew’s cock in his mouth.
“Can we leave now?” said Matthew.
“Of course.” And I took his hand and led him out. We ere still pulling our clothes back on as we came out into the public.
“Oh, I wished I’d been in there for that,” said some old queen.
“You can’t see who is doing what?”
“Some people like that, but not normally the pretty ones like you.”
“You’re pretty said Matthew.
We got back to dancing, sweating our arses off, but dancing. It’s what I love to do at dance parties, and that is dance. The heat was an annoyance though.
We popped more pills late.
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