Halloween has come and gone and now Autumn is upon us. What better way to celebrate, and ignore the anxiety of the elections by escaping to upstate New York for some much needed R&R, time in the hot tub with a cocktail in hand and your friend's cock in the other, right? While upstate for the weekend my friends and I caused a bit of a stir on Grindr and Scruff and may have sparked a rumour that we were filming a hot tub porn scene in Hudson County, New York. I'll have to disappoint y'all now by saying we were a little too distracted by other activities to commit to shooting anything, but the weekend was still fun!
Stirring up trouble even when on holiday.
A group of us went to our friend's house upstate to celebrate his birthday and get away from the busy streets and our even busier schedules in New York City. Naturally we turned on our smartphone apps to check out the local gay scene and see if there was anything worth doing outside the comfort of the house, but it was upstate New York so really we should have known better. Our Grindrs blew up though after I may or may not have joked about filming a steamy hot tub scene while visiting.
What were we actually doing, you ask? What most New York City gays do in the fall - we went apple picking at the nearby orchard. I had half the mind to throw a few of them into the bushes and have my way with them but the cold would have gotten the better of us so I opted to keep my clothes on for once and save it for the shower, hot tub, bedroom, and near the fireplace. You can never have enough back up plans, right? Oh, AND we picked apples!
"Sir, do you know how this harness works?"
We also checked out the Zipline Canopy Tours in the Catskills where a very scruffy instructor threw a harness on me and asked if I'd ever been in one. Oh, if he only knew. I'm a pretty huge adrenaline junkie so flying down a huge mountain, hundreds of feet above the ground is something for which I live. I mean, sure, I white-knuckled my handle on the first run but it was still damn fun! I wished I hadn't worn my shredded jeans, though, the wind rushing in to my bum wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing in the world.
Save me, Scruffington McHung!
I didn't quite make it through all of the runs so Scruffington had to come out and pull me to the finish line a few times. His approach was interesting: he hooked himself up, zipped on over, put his legs around me, and tied a cable to pull me back. It was then that I noticed a very stiff and very large appendage pressing against his jeans to greet me. I made sure never to finish a single run after that.
spiced pumpkin martinis
So while you may have heard rumours of such a film being produced in the Catskills, they are not true - or at least, we weren't filming there. I do apologize for all your boners regarding such a scene, but maybe the next time I'm up we can actually take on that project. It'd be pretty hot, right? For now raise your glasses, try a spiced pumpkin martini that I tried while at a local bar there, to the election and hope that Obama wins another term!