Jackhammer returns to the Big Apple

[foxy]

Watch out NY! He's back...looking good and ready to tear up the town. Plus he's making a trip to Fire Island where I'm sure the little red welcome wagons will be there to greet him as he steps off the ferry. Let's hope he'll share some of his adventures with us once again.

[+ Lucky]

Maybe he will silence all of those jackhammers that make NYC so noisy!!

Enjoy your trip!

[Cooper]

It was good seeing "jackhammer" for lunch today. He's ready to take another bite out of the Big Apple. Hopefully, other NYC visitors will meet up with him and have a blast.

[+ Lucky]

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[Rick Munroe]

Lucky, that was your most enjoyable post.

[Spida]

I am looking forward to meeting the infamous jackhammer this weekend in NYC. I have spoke to him a few times on the phone seems very cool. I wish I could be there on Monday and meet everyone, however, I have to get back to the grind!

 

Thanks for all the info and updates on what is going!

[jackhammer91406]

From the Hammer files

 

Since this is the place where it all started, I thought I would journal my return trip to the BIG APPLE for any who might be interested.

 

My flight leaving Los Angeles not only left on time, it was actually 10 minutes early in departing. I arrived a bit before 6PM at Dulles airport in D.C. Since the east coast has had a bit of weather the last couple of days, flights were backed up all along the eastern seaboard for any flights coming or going northeast. So my 7PM flight to Laguardia didn’t actually finally take off until 9 PM. During the layover, I managed a few phone calls and numerous cigarettes. When we finally boarded for NYC, I found myself seated next to a tall, very hot young man who works for USA TODAY. Fortunately it was a very small plane so my legs were rubbing up against his through the entire flight. It really got fun when he started to rub back. We talked through the flight and got more friendly. Once we landed, we still had to wait twenty minutes for a gate to open up, so more leg rubbing. I love it when a plan comes together.

 

We finally pulled into our gate and I said goodbye to my new best friend and went to the taxi stand. Had a great driver who was willing to talk, and we discussed wealthy basketball players and Monica Lewinsky, among other weighty subjects.

 

I got to Gulliver’s place and he was waiting for me. I have the Tomcal suite, so I am lucky that Tomcal is back in L.A. so that I have a place to sleep. BTW, when I got up this morning and went out to the elevator, there were a bunch of sexy latino guys in the hallway. I assumed they were waiting to see if Tomcal would come out of the apartment, but they were actually there painting.

 

I had spoken to Cooper last night while rubbing legs with my new friend from USA TODAY on the tarmac at LaGuardia, so Cooper and I had arranged to meet up with Foxy today for lunch. Foxy and Cooper both look as great as ever. Cooper in fact has a an inexplicable glow. (heheh)

Lunch was at a place called SEVEN at 30th and 7th. Very nice place. Food was very good. And check out the chandeliers when you go. Some of the men working there sparkled too.

 

Tonight, I am seeing AIDA with Jim, and I always look forward to seeing his….smile. ahem.

 

Tomorrow I leave for a fantasy on Fire Island with Rapaz7. From what I have been told about the place, the cruising starts as soon as you get out of your car to catch the ferry. Well, I will be trying to catch some fairies as well. I am informed that the task should be easier than seeing a tourist in Time’s Square.

 

The last time I was in NYC it was February , 2003. There had just been a major snowstorm and most of the streets (and a few sidewalks) had just been cleared.

Everyone then was bundled up and there was not an inch of skin showing. Today, walking over to the restaurant, the sidewalks were filled with hot men and plenty of skin. I love New York.

I will tell you all about the trip to Fire Island later.

I will be back in the city this weekend, so if anyone is coming into town, or wants to get together, send me an email and I will give you my cell phone number.

An APPLE a day keeps old age away.

 

 

The above entry was written shortly after lunch, but access problems delayed the post until now. Just got back from seeing AIDA and it's late, and I have a train to catch in the morning, so I'll fill you in on the evening sometime tomorrow. My sincere thanks to the guys who recommended seeing AIDA. It was truly an awesome evening.

[marc anthony]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

My sincere thanks to the guys who recommended

>seeing AIDA. It was truly an awesome evening.[/b]

>

 

 

"We all lead such elaborate lives

Wild ambitions, in our sights.

How an affair of the heart survives?

Days apart, and hurried nights.

Seems quite unbelievable to me

I don't want to live like that.

Seems quite unbelievable to me

I don't want to love like that.

I just want our time to be

Slower, gentler, wiser, free."

 

Glad you liked it Jack... the music is haunting.

 

Carpe diem!

 

 

:-)

[duke37]

WHAT! No internet access.

 

I just got off the phone with jackhammer at Fire Island. He sounds like he is having a good time. The only problem, no net access at the hotel out there. I think he will interesting adventures to share when he gets back to the city this weekend. Doesn't Fire Island get busier during the WEEKEND? Oh well if anyone can liven up a place its good ole jack and co. lol

 

You know with all the sales airlines are running this fall its possible for just about anybody to have a great NYC weekend. I spent 5 days last week and had a blast. Cool clubs, hot strippers, sexy escorts, great people watching and shopping, fantastic museums, lots of inexpensive entertainment options, and oh yeah, SEX (the unpaid kind) with cute guys you meet on 7th Ave. in Chelsea.

 

Jeff

[jackhammer91406]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

Just got back into town after extending my stay on Fire Island for an additional day and night. Meant to write a journal entry or two on the train but, wouldn't you know it, this 6'4" stunner happened to be waiting in SayVille for the next train to Penn Station, and darn if we didn't hit it off and talk the whole time. He is staying in town until Tuesday as well, and he wants to go with us to the Gaiety tonight. So, this is just my way of apologizing for not being able to update the entries better. As Duke37 said, there was no access on the island. the guy who opens up a cyber cafe at Cherry Grove is going to make a bundle. I am looking for fellow investors. heheh.

Have lots to tell about AIDA, the trip to the Island and the return, but it'll have to wait because right now I need to get unpacked and cleaned up to meet John Pela, Spida and his friends and my new friend from the train.

Later.....

 

coming up...

The Thursday night go go boys at Cherry's and Friday night underwear party at Tides......

[+ Lucky]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

"coming up...

The Thursday night go go boys at Cherry's and Friday night underwear party at Tides......"

 

Film at 11?

[marc anthony]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

"We all live in extravagant times

Playing games, we can't all win.

Unexpected unintended emotional crimes

Take some out, take others in.

 

Too many choices tear us apart,

I don't want to live that.

I just want to keep your heart...

May this confession be the start.

 

I know you'll give me the courage

To face what I must face.

With all these complications

In another time and place."

 

I will miss AIDA...

 

And I miss NY (but not for long)...

[jackhammer91406]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

Let’s see, where was I?

Oh yeah, Wednesday night, Jim and I had a great dinner at the Dish on 8th Ave. and 20th. Someone was a little late, but we had enough time to finish our dinners before racing up to the Palace theater to see AIDA.

 

When we got into the cab, it was just starting to rain a bit, and with only 10 minutes until curtain, Jim told the driver that we needed to get to the theater. I got to utter words I had always wanted to say: Take us to the Palace and STEP ON IT.

 

We got out at 47th and 7th, quickly threading through stopped traffic. As we took our seats (4th row center aisle) the lights were dimming and the orchestra began. Pretty good timing huh?

 

I have a few thoughts to share about this show. First, it is a spectacular production visually. There are a few set pieces that I won’t reveal, because I don’t want to spoil the awe you will feel as the show unfolds it’s magic. But one of the most dazzling things I have ever seen on stage (aside from a few of the boys at the Gaiety last night…oh, but I get way ahead of myself) takes place in the princesses’ bath.

 

Another thing you should be prepared for is the incredible animal magnetism of the male dance corps. These guys are hot. They perform many high energy dance numbers in very few articles of wardrobe. Hot, sexy dancing men…hmmm let’s see, yup. I can deal with that.

 

I confess I was not familiar with Deborah Cox, but Jim had said she would be great and she was as AIDA. Although her background is as a singer, she is a dominating and haunting presence whenever she is onstage. Adam Pascal is back playing Ramades in a role he originated on Broadway, and he is a very talented, very sexy and furry blond boy with a great voice and almost always visible chest and sixpack.

 

Lisa Brescia plays Amneris, the often funny, but fated princess and she is terrific. As the principle character in the bookend scenes that begin and end the show, Amneris sets the tone and mood for the story. It is a great device theatrically and works very well. Lisa has a great voice and stage presence, and her early scenes are very funny , her timing instincts as an actress are very visible. Amneris is the character that undergoes the greatest range of change during the show, and her move from the funny, goofy princess to the tragic, scorned future ruler is wonderful to watch. For those not familiar with the source material from the opera, she is the princess engaged to marry Ramades. She is destined to become ruler, when her father passes away. Ramades, a great warrior, brings back a Nubian slave girl (Aida) from a recent campaign, and presents her as a gift to his fiancé, Amneris. Aida and Ramades fall in love.

 

 

Mickey Dolenz, (yes that Monkey guy) does a nice job in the underwritten bad guy role of Ramades’ father. He still has his singing chops and belts more than a few good tunes while fronting for the aforementioned sexy male dance corps.

 

I thoroughly enjoyed the show, it’s music, staging and performances. I was able to secure tickets on very short notice (discounted at some sites online) but I wouldn’t count on that always being the case since the show will finally close September 5th.

 

GO SEE IT IF YOU CAN.

 

Said goodnight to Jim, (always hard to do) and went back to Gulliver’s to try and get ready to catch the train Thursday Morning for Fire Island.

 

I am gonna post this and then start the entry for the three day, two night adventure on Fire Island. I hope to be able to include some pics.

Let me just say that for the trip to Fire Island, promises were made and assurances given by my host,Rapaz7. Some of those promises and assurances were made in another thread , in another forum. They involve coffee and button pushing. These two things will figure into the narrative to follow.

 

 

Hope you are having a great weekend.

[+ Lucky]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

Jack

Get us to Fire Island...and step on it!

:7 :7 :7

[jackhammer91406]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

apologies to Lucky in advance, but this was already written

 

Musings on the way to Ronkonkoma….

 

I got up early Thursday morning to pack and get ready for Fire Island. Everything seemed in place as I made it down to the sidewalk in plenty of time to hail a cab for Penn Station. Everything except, it was morning rush hour and it took 40 minutes to get a cab and make it from 3rd Ave. the 30’s to the station at 7th and 33rd. Needless to say, I was at the ticket window when the 9:11 train pulled out. And BTW, why would you schedule a train at 9:11 in NYC instead of 9:10 or 9:13? I am just asking. No slam on the LIRR. As I fumbled for change and fiddled with luggage, the cell phone in my pocket rang, and it was my host wondering if I had missed the train. Once again, the pack light-travel light concept is becoming increasingly hard for me to master. Not knowing the weather, I had to pack for any eventuality. My host had also asked me to bring my laptop, so like a good guest, I was hauling that too, along with windbreaker, umbrella and assorted clothing. In short, WAY too much stuff to lug up and down stairs at train platforms. I will learn someday, but by then, there will be a nice strong somebody wheeling me around from train to plane to…well, you get the idea. I would ask you to remember that I brought my computer as asked, and that I was hauling a tremendous amount of stuff. It will be important later. PLEASE….. (as Spock told McCoy)….REMEMBER

 

Ok, I got myself pulled back together and made the next train to Ronkonkoma.

On the train, I had a chance to reflect on the scenery and towns passing by:

Nassau and others. Some stick in my mind. For example, how badly do you have to HATE a place to name it Hicksville? I mean, that’s hate right? Oh sure, you can tell me it was named after some guy named Hicks, but really, didn’t anyone ever consider the obvious? Heheh. Anyway, you may be interested to learn that while I am sure the nice town of Hicksville is a very good place to settle down and raise a family, the two primary businesses that are visible from the train platform are:

The DAY Spa and Salon of Beauty, and

the Tattoo and Piercing Parlor.

Kind of an interesting combo, would you agree? But enough about Hicksville and on to what you are really interested in hearing about: PineLawn. Come on, it’s a 90 minute train ride, I can’t just skip over a place like PineLawn. The thing about the town that sticks in my mind :

while from the platform , it is just what you would expect: vast green lawns with a scattering of pine trees on both sides of the track. On the left , the lawn is actually a cemetery with a tremendous number of headstones. One the right (and here is where alien conspiracy buffs will come into play) there is more lawn and trees but no headstones. Instead, there are clear designs carved out of the lawn like crop circles. It looks like someone has come along and cut up sod in patterns. These are not empty flower beds or even walkways. There is no construction going on….Does the FBI know about this place?

 

Ok, OK, I finally arrive at Ronkonkoma and there is my host, watching me lug all of my stuff down the stairs. Handicapped people, please be aware, there are no ramps at Ronkonkoma. There may be an elevator, but I didn’t see it. I was too busy trying to juggle the luggage and look for my host.

 

I get the stuff loaded in the car and we drive to Sayville, (rhymes with Gayville) and have a quick lunch while waiting for the next fairy…er ferry.

The Modern Diner. Good food and service, with a very pleasant (and hunky) host. Now we are off to catch the ferry. Signs along the roads are clear and large arrows highlight every turn. My intrepid host however has a back way, and yup, you guessed it , I saw every beachfront house along the coast as we drove AWAY from the ferry docks . Anyone can make a mistake, and they are nice houses. Finally we make it to the docks. We park, and walk across the road. I am hauling enough stuff to make three porters rich, course, there are no porters. My host has one small gym bag and a boogie board. Remember, I have the laptop he asked me to bring.

 

The dock is filled with waiting people. There are a variety of types and really this should have been a clue to me, but what do I know? It’s my first trip to Fire Island and I still didn’t realize that there was some sort of gay class discrimination going on. See , some of the people I had mentioned my trip to, would always ask where I was going? The Pines, or Cherry Grove? Apparently, there is the Pines which is Martha Stewart’s brokers kind of place and then there is Cherry Grove for the rest of us. I am joking, so please no one take offense. I am just reporting what I observed. The group waiting for the ferry ranged in age up to 80’s . Str8 married couples, some single guys in the 35-60 range and the largest collection of razor cut short haired women I have ever seen in my life. I am certain there was some kind of convention of single mothers on the Island while I was there but I saw no signs posted.. I only mention this because I had been expecting something different and in fairness to my host (promises made, assurances given) it was a Thursday, and of course he didn’t know about the short haired mother’s convention either.

 

The ride over on the ferry is very swift and energizing. The lads who work the boat are fun to look at , if somewhat too young to be caught looking at. Finally we reach the Dock and there it is, the gateway to Cherry Grove. Rainbow flags, signs, banners, and the LARGEST group of shorthaired mothers with kids waiting for friends.

 

If I seem to be stalling, I am merely trying to reconstruct my first impressions of an event which I have waited for, for a long time.

 

I meant to go faster in my narrative, and I still have some ground to cover which might be more interesting than what has come up to now, but I have to go. I am sorry.

I still want to tell you about Patric and Rourie,, also the naked go go boys, the underwear party, coffee, and button pushing 101. But I gotta go. Matinee at three. I promise to do a better job of catching you up. But if you have come this far, it’s probably gonna be worth the wait. Do not construe this to be an assurance or promise…something I will go into later.

Geesh, I just re-read all of this, ..and am sure no one will mistake the above as an attempt to channel our beloved Devon.

See ya

[Barry]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

You are such a damn TEASE!!! }(

 

Barry

[jackhammer91406]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

Fairyland.

 

Ok, we’re at Fire Island. The area around the dock is very quaint with lots of shops and restaurants, bars, general store, post office and beach wear.

As you walk up the boardwalk, there are many good looking men . Just a quick sidestep to address something in the earlier post about class divisions, Although there may be a difference in the tax brackets, I don’t see how the men could be any better looking than those I saw while at Cherry Grove. There, that’s settled.

 

We go to the hotel and check in. On the ferry ride, we had talked about possibly staying a second day, so at check in we ask about availability and rates. We were told that there were no openings now, but if they did open up, it would be double what we paid for Thursday night. We took our keys and trundled off to Room 211. I mention the room number so that if you ever go to the hotel, DO NOT TAKE ROOM 211.

 

There was a phone jack, but no phone. I was told later by the desk ( I had to walk down to find out since I couldn’t call…grrrrrr) that if there was a jack but no phone it meant that the jack didn’t work….. OK. Now let me talk about what was there.

The smallest room , with two twin cots. It was a bath house with bed spreads. No A/C. No space to walk in the room…well, you get the idea. In fairness, my intrepid host who arranged for the room (and paid for it as well) had never seen the rooms, and he was equally disappointed. But hey, we didn’t come to the island to worry about the décor, we came to see the men!. We quickly changed and went down to the pool area. The bartender at the Ice Palace was named Patric. He was the cutest little Irish lad you could ever ask for. He made great drinks and had a ready laugh.

 

Out at the pool, the sun was warm and bright and we nursed our drinks amongst the convention ladies and some cute guys as well. Given that we didn’t get to the island until well after2 PM, being out by the pool in our suits by 2:30 with a drink wasn’t too bad and it did take a little of the sting out of seeing the room in the first place. In fact, we didn’t finish getting over seeing the room until around 5:30 or after our 4th or 5th round. I lost count. We said our goodbyes to Patric and went up to the room to shower and get ready to get some food to offset the alcohol.

 

After cleaning up and putting on our finest cruising wear, we head back through the Ice Palace to maybe get a drink and say hello to Patric. He is there but off duty and there is a new bartender named Rourie. Now Rourie is supposedly str8 (uh huh) but he spells his name Rourie (instead of Rory)? Anyway, he is too hot to let go, so we have more drinks and talk with Patric and Rourie.

 

After an invitation for Patric to join us for dinner (he declined) ,we walked down to the Top of The Bay, which is at the dock. Great place, awesome view and our waiter David and his busboy, Medo (very hot Egyptian guy) took good care of us. The food was very good. Crab cakes for appetizer, and coconut crusted Seabass and rack of Lamb for entrees.

 

After dinner we went next door to Cherry’s where they would have go go boys later. Their back patio joins with the rear patio of David’s which is a Martini bar and bistro. We decided to sit out on the back patio of David's overlooking the bay, and have dessert and coffee. Our waiter was a tall, stunning Bulgarian young man named Ven. When I have had enough drinks, I do a pretty fair flirting routine, and I was going to town with this kid. Of course I had warmed up with Patric earlier in the afternoon and then later with Our Waiter David and especially Medo (more about him next time). Anyway, Ven was playing along and we got very chummy. He was a lot of fun. We sat there for several hours waiting for the show to start and suddenly, it’s sundown, some show lights come on and two Incredibly handsome young men are dancing on a small stage next door. We say our quick goodbyes to Ven (he was laughing at our haste) and walked 10 steps to the patio are at Cherry’s

 

The two guys dancing were C.J. (a bartender on Long Island) and Dante (this kid was very nice to yours truly when they took their break back where I was sitting.) They danced all night. I have always been a back row kind of guy, so I sat back and watched people coming and going while my host went to dance . I noticed a young man at the bar looking at me. The reason I noticed is because that doesn’t happen that often, so when it does, you notice right? Everytime I swept my eyes across the bar area, he was looking. So I flashed by biggest jackhammer smile and nodded. He smiled, I smiled. Nothing…I mean, I am not a first move guy as Jim so carefully explained after the Florida trip. So I am waiting, and he is waiting, and we’re waiting. Finally some guys come into the bar and take up positions directly in my line of site. OK, I catch a break and don’t have to look over there at the kid anymore.

 

After a while I notice that he has moved over to a position kind of in front of me , but about 10 feet away…too far for a conversation. He is very hot , wearing a white tank top and leather pants, both skin tight. Fine, now he is looking back to see if I have noticed him standing there, and I have, and I keep smiling and nodding like some kind of idiot. Guys, it was pathetic. My host was privy to what was going on and he kept telling me to go over and do something. The more he told me, the more I froze. Pretty soon the kid decided to get on the dance floor. As I watched the rest of the crowd start to come in, the area around me began to get very crowded. Some really hot men starting standing out in front of me and I had the best view of some of the tightest, prettiest asses on the island, all shaking in front of me. Now I am catching a few of them looking my way and so I have to turn around to see who they are looking at. There isn’t anyone behind me because I am almost in the water already. I am dumbfounded. My host comes back from the dance floor to tell me that my leather pants kid has been dancing alone and don’t I want to go over and join him?

 

It’s now around midnight and I am tired and frustrated. So I decide to head back to the hotel. I leave my host and walk down the boardwalk. I wish I could tell you there was a happy ending to this and there is in a way, but not for me. I went on to bed.

 

Next day, I was up around 6;30 . Now you may have read in the Florida thread that my host, when he was a guest at my condo, only had one thing he was asked to do…that was to push the coffee button on the coffee maker in the morning if he got up first. On his second day in Florida, he did indeed get up first and when I got up and came out and heard the tv on, I figured there would be coffee. Nope, he is watching the stock reports and the coffee maker is still waiting for some alert person to push the button. Since he took so much abuse for having neglected to push the button, you may have seen a post of his on another thread in another forum about my NYC trip, where he not only asks if he should bring a coffee maker, but promises to leave no button unpushed. I responded to that thread that indeed he should bring a coffee maker. Did he? No, he brings a gym bag and a boogie board. I am lugging 30 lbs of laptop and cords for him to check his stocks , (in a room where the phone jack doesn’t work) and there’s no coffee. Ahem.

The only coffee in our bath house with bed spreads is in the hotel lobby which will open around 9:30 am. So off I go to fetch coffee from somewhere. I get back with cups for both of us and he is now awake and proceeds to tell me all about why I should have stayed . It seems that as the evening went on, the activity with the dancers got a little more extreme. I am not supposed to say what actually happened because he feels if I do, the place will get shut down. But suffice it to say, those boys were playing up a storm with each other and with the customers. The version I heard doesn’t leave much to the imagination. The other tidbit is that my leather pants boy went home alone.

 

This has been a very difficult post to write (sniff) as I am sure you can imagine, so I will stop for now. Lucky, don’t you dare say a word…heheh.

Tomcal, I am sorry and try not to be too ashamed of me.

I am going to try to post some pics Patric and Rourie (long hair).

http://www.dfapam.com/jackhammer/IcePalace0001.jpg

 

http://www.dfapam.com/jackhammer/IcePalace0002.jpg

 

Rourie and my host:

http://www.dfapam.com/jackhammer/RourieandRapaz70001.jpg

 

and the restaurant, Top Of The Bay (Cherry's is the red and white awning to the left next door)

http://www.dfapam.com/jackhammer/TopofTheBay0001.jpg

[Spida]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

I had the pleasure of meeting Jackhammer and HiJinx on Saturday night, it was great, Jackhammer and I went to dinner after the show at the Roxy he is a great guy! I thouroughly enjoyed meeting both guys! Really awesome people! I am just sorry that I have to work tomorrow and couldn't meet up with the crowd for the show tomorrow afternoon. I must say for 20 dollar entrance and a handful of One's you can have a great time and see some most awesome looking guys at the Gaiety! I am glad I went, also checked out SBNY and Eagle and a few others what an awesome city now it is time to start looking for a job in the big apple :-) Of course I would be happy but broke there!

 

Again, great meeting you both! Glad you had a great time in the city Jackhammer!

 

Spida.

[jackhammer91406]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

Sex on the beach..NOT A DRINK

 

A few quick words about my host…

In previous posts I have painted a picture of him that may appear to some as unflattering. We met this afternoon (Sunday) to see I AM MY OWN WIFE and it was great and we are still friends. Just so you know, I had warned him I was going to be brutal about the coffee thing since we had been through this before in Florida, and because he is such a good sport about being teased. In fairness, he did go out first on Friday morning to search for coffee in the hotel (and nearby environs, he says) but came back empty handed. We went back to sleep for a while and about an hour later I got back up and went out to bring some coffee back. Now if you knew my host, you would know of his affection for styling mouse. In fact, he cannot go out in public without it, and it says something about his desire to make good on the promise of coffee, that he went out that first morning without any attempt at fixing his hair. Ok, I’ve said it. Now I can go back to ripping him…heheh

 

After we got a few sips of coffee, and my host had informed me of the events I had missed, we got ready (mouse and all) to get some breakfast. We went down to Mothers, a nice place right across the walkway from Top of the Bay. Seated at a bayside table, we got more coffee and some tasty eggs and French toast. If you are up anytime before 9 am, be sure to head down to the dock to watch the local workers unload the supply barges every morning. It is a treat for the eyes.

On this morning we watched the hot guys from Joseph’s market bring up the fresh produce, as well as the other businesses and locals off loading their orders. The guys who work the barge are very sexy as well.

Here are a couple of shots of that work. They are not as good as I hoped, but it will give you an idea.

 

http://www.dfapam.com/jackhammer/unloading0001.jpg

 

 

http://www.dfapam.com/jackhammer/unloading0002.jpg

 

 

Finished with breakfast, today was beach day. We had decided that we would stay another day, but not in the same hotel. So, before we went to the beach, we needed to find another room. We walked down the boardwalk toward the Pines area (actually the meatrack, which is described as an open area between developments where pretty much anything goes on at night.) Just before the meatrack area is an impressive private all male guest house called the Belvedere. This place would best be described a faded Venetian Palazzo . Huge spires, turrets and domes reach up several stories. Statues everywhere in the grand Venetian style.

http://www.dfapam.com/jackhammer/Belvedere0001.jpg

 

 

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http://www.dfapam.com/jackhammer/Belvedere0005.jpg

A guided tour by Kenneth, the manager, presented pool and jaccuzzi, weight area, many courtyards, clothing optional balconies and decks as well as unique guest rooms, each one done in a different theme based on the shape or location of the room. The room we selected was the Rotunda room. It is a very large, well appointed room with refrigerator, TV and antique furniture under a very large dome.

 

http://www.dfapam.com/jackhammer/Belvedere0002.jpg

 

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The place is owned by an artist who has painted the interiors of the hotel in the Venetian style of scenic panels, ornate woodwork and marble. It is quite a spectacular life’s work. The hotel policy (as with many of the housing options on the island) requires a two night stay minimum on the weekends, but Kenneth allowed us to stay for the one night Friday, and we were glad to get the room. We went back to the other hotel to check out, so that we could move to the new hotel and then get to the beach.

 

 

In all the back and forth of the move, one thing becomes readily apparent. While you have to walk long distances sometimes to get from some of the outer housing choices to other places in the Cherry Grove area, in reality it is a small place. What I mean is, no matter how many short haired women are on the island , you see the same people again and again. Sometimes that’s a good thing, tho.

 

We got moved over, packed our beach gear and headed for the beach. Finally!

It was still Friday morning and the big crowds had not arrived yet, some daunted by the bad weather in the city, and some simply because they would be coming after work for the weekend.

 

On the way to the beach, and really almost anytime you are walking the boardwalks, you will see deer. They are not tame, but they are not afraid of people either and will sometimes come up to you for food. Everyone says don’t pet them because they carry the ticks that host the key lime disease, ooops, I mean lime disease, of course. It’s hard to resist them, but everyone says don’t touch.

 

We got to the beach area and there was plenty of space. We (I) selected a spot that was 15 yards behind 5 teenage surfers , 20 yards away from a 20something hot euro guy and 30 yards away from a male couple 30-40 years old. Numerous other guys showed up throughout the day. There was so much to watch and look at, that it was hard to keep focused on my book. My host was gracious enough to cover me with sun block all over and it seemed my luck and mood were on an up-tick. It was then I looked over at the couple 30 yards away.

Let me tell you right now Sex on the beach is NOT A DRINK. I have never seen naked men making love in public (at least without me) and this was ..I dunno…part of me was uncomfortable…and part was jealous…hey, at least I am being honest. Now if it had of been me and the Euro guy, or the muscular surfer, or any of a number of other guys that came and went, maybe I would not be at all conflicted. Sorry, no pics of naked couple having sex.

Wanna see some deer instead?

 

 

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The weather was great all day until around 3:45 when it began to get a little overcast. A perfect time to go back and check up on our bartenders Patric and Rourie. The pics posted earlier are from that afternoon. Rourie was in a generous mood and graciously allowed many, many pictures. Patric as his picture shows, was showing a little enthusiasm as well.

 

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We had a few drinks, waved goodbye to Rourie as he got off work and sailed back to the mainland for his night and day off, and then went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. When we got there, we stopped in the pool area to see what was up there. Several men were gathered talking (some naked) and one Gaiety caliber guy was working out on the gym equipment by the pool. We decided to stay for a while. Gawked, swam, stared, soaked in the jaccuzzi, drooled. Well, you get the idea.

 

We decided to go back to Top of the Bay for dinner again. Beautiful Medo and David waited on us again. Great food and sexy men taking care of us and a fantastic sunset.

 

The view from the Restaurant.

 

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My host went back to the hotel for a nap before underwear night at the Tides. I stopped by David’s for coffee and handsome Ven. A few hours later I walked over to the Tides for underwear night. On the way a voice behind me said my name, and I turned and it was David our waiter. He said he was headed to the Tides but needed to go home and change. I got there a little early, but after a while , some of the staff started setting up and then, started showing up in tightie whities and other such gear. The crowds (in their undies and/or leather) began to filter in as did my host finally. Once again I had picked the darkest, most out of the way area, and he walked by me twice before I finally said something to get his attention. There was small platform about 6 feet away from me and I had thought that someone might just get on it and dance at some point. I explained that to my host when he began to get on me about being visible in order to meet someone. He didn’t think much of my idea until about 10 minutes later when one of the employees got up on the platform and started grinding. Suddenly I seemed very smart. This was about 11 Pm when things really got started. By midnight, I once again had enjoyed myself enough and I went back to the hotel. On the way out, I was stopped by David, who had arrived with his lover. We talked for a bit and then I said my goodnights. Walking the boardwalk back down to the dock and then out to our hotel, I passed so many people that I had met during my two days. They all waved and said hello. It really is a small community and you feel part of it almost immediately upon arrival.

 

The next morning I went on a coffee search, and it was a much longer walk this time because our new hotel is so far from the dock area. Walked back to give my host his coffee and he proceeded to tell me that he had seen the leather pants guy at the underwear party alone. And then he said something that was like kicking me in the nuts. He said that Medo had been there and had come up to him to ask where I was . Guys, Medo is so hot.

 

On the way back into town for breakfast, my host saw Medo and pointed him out to me. He was bringing supplies off the barge and as he came from behind the building he saw me and his face lit up. He came over to tell me he was looking for me last night. He hugged me and I gave him a big wet French kiss. I asked him if he was working all day and he said yes. I explained I was leaving later in the morning and that I was very sorry I had missed him last night. He hugged me again, so I kissed him again. Damn!,

 

When we got to Mothers for breakfast, we asked to sit outside so that we could watch the barge being unloaded. As the hostess took us outside, she asked which table we wanted. I saw two attractive young men sitting at another table so I said loudly that would like to sit near these two attractive guys. They looked up and smiled and one of them handed us a Postcard. It was for a Magic Show on Sunday night at the Ice Palace. On the front of the card was a pic of a very hot, half naked guy. I asked one the guys if he was the one in the picture and he said yes. He said it was mostly photo shop and we laughed. I asked if the other guy was his assistant and he said one of them. I explained that we would not be on the island the night of the show and perhaps his assistant could do a little hand gesture, like all good Vanna White’s do. The assistant proceeded to jump up and do the classic TAH DAH and gesture and we applauded and laughed. The young magician explained they were waiting for their equipment to be unloaded.

 

After we had ordered our breakfast

We looked down on the dock and sure enough, they were uncrating their gear. The magician saw me looking at him, so he proceeded to take off his shirt and with wide gesture and flourishes, began to move his equipment up the hill and past our table. His assistant followed suit, doffing his shirt as well and they paraded past with laughter and smiles and teased us about what we would be missing. His postcard says tricks and sleight of hand…a perfect Fire Island Combo yeah, I think so too.

 

My host had other friends coming in the afternoon so I packed up and took the ferry back to Sayville alone. It was bittersweet as leaving always is. Part of me regretted having to leave just when it appeared I might get some action in spite of myself, and part of me was ready to come back to Manhattan. When I got back to the mainland, there was a hot guy with a shuttle van who took me to the train station. I had a 45 minute wait for the next train and sat on the platform.

 

I grew up in LaGrange, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago , That town was also on a rail line which commuters took into the city. As I sat, I reflected on how similar the feel was sitting in the Sayville station. All of a sudden, chimes started sounding in the distance. A local church was playing songs on chimes at noon, exactly as it happened in my home town everyday at noon and I was instantly transported back in time. It was weird, pleasant, and comforting all at once.

 

When the time had passed and the train was due in about 8 minutes, a very handsome young man, 6’4” walked up the stairs to the platform. He set his bag down, looked over at me and asked the time. I told him and he thanked me. I struggled in my mind to come up with something to keep the conversation going and finally said something harmless, but it worked and …well…we sat together on the train and talked all the way to Penn Station. During that short hour and a half, something clicked between us. We exchanged numbers, he asked if he could see me again and we made some plans. He called me several times later in the day. He said he travels a lot and doesn’t have time to let people make an impression on him. He said he had been trying to analyze why I had made such an impression on him. He had some ideas and told them to me. We talked several more times that day. I am seeing him before we each leave. And oh by the way, he was staying in the Pines.

 

OK, I can’t write anymore tonight. I need to get some sleep. I have almost caught up .

Coming up, more with the tall guy from the Pines, Saturday Night at the G and new friends

[+ LIguy]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

Enjoyed your take on Fire Island.I live in Nassau county,Long Island and used to go to Cherry Grove quite abit.Loved doing the long summer holiday weekends there.If you want to see a crowd there try Sat night or Sun afternoon.

I stopped going 2 years ago when they started charging outrageous prices for that "bathhouse hotel".Holiday weekends were usually 300-350 a nite with a 3 night minimum.Regular weekends are usually 200 a nite with a 2 nite minimum.The rooms are tiny and extremely rundown.WE put up with it because we had a blast.We always took a deluxe room which crammed in a tiny kitchen,tv and vcr in an already tiny room.We lugged our own alcholol over,passed the word around to friends and opened our hotel door and had our own parties.

Did you check out the infamous meatrack? So many guys out there after the bars close fucking and sucking til the sun comes up.

If anyone is interested in the Grove and what its about check out http://www.asthegroveturns.net.A long time resident writes an online journal with pics.Also http://www.grovehotel.com is the websiite for the Ice Palace hotel.

[jackhammer91406]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

Back from Eden..

 

I got back into the city around 3PM Saturday. Of course my thoughts were centered around my conversations with my LIRR friend and it was hard to focus on anything else.

 

When I finally got back to Gulliver’s place, I was racing to unpack and get settled in again. My phone rang several times and it was my new friend. It’s hard to talk on a cell phone and unpack at the same time. After our conversations, I was finally able to start planning for the remainder of the day.

 

I arranged to meet John Pela and Spida at the Gaiety for the 6:15 show Saturday evening. There was surprise visit from Mr, HiJInx as well. Although John Pela couldn’t stay , I look forward to meeting up with him today (Monday) for the first show at the G. What a treat to meet Spida. What a cute, friendly young man. I enjoyed hearing him describe his bite out of the Big Apple, and believe me guys when I say, his adventures on Friday, make both my trips to New York pale in comparison.

 

As for the jinxman, this kid gets hotter every time I see him. He has a great sense of humor, gorgeous eyes and smile, and a body that makes you wanna go BUMP. He is fleet of word and foot however, and so it will be a challenge for me, but I will make it my mission to let him know how sexy he truly is.

 

The three of us enjoyed the show very much. I am not as good at remembering the names of the various dancers, so I will have to try harder for today’s show.

 

We said goodnight to HiJinx who had to go back home for a previous appointment, and Spida and I went down to Chelsea to have dinner. Spida filled me in on his adventures from Friday evening and as I said, this guy tore up the town. We had a great time and shared a cab back home when we were finished.

 

Came back to Gulliver’s and spent way too long trying to catch up on my journal.

 

Sunday, I slept in a bit and then got up to get ready to meet my Fire Island host for the Matinee of I AM MY OWN WIFE. This is a great experience in theater, and the Tony award winning one man, 32 character performance of Jefferson Mays is of a caliber that is not likely to be repeated any time soon.

 

I had told my host that I had been kind of hard on him about some of the things that happened on Fire Island and he laughed and said he could always respond online. He reminded me that he did try to get coffee the first morning before he had even done his hair and that’s saying something. To my Fire Island host, THANK YOU FOR A GREAT TIME.

 

It tried to rain lightly all day, off and on, and so after the show we dodged a light rain and walked back to 3rd ave. south to find a sidewalk café to have an early dinner. Found a nice sports bar and sat on the sidewalk under an awning and ate and talked. I said goodbye to my friend so that he could go to catch the train back to Long Island.

 

I stayed up until 3 am to write two more entries and get this thing finished.

This morning I got a call from my friend Duke37 who had been in town a week earlier.

Just got off the phone with Foxy, and will be meeting up with him and John Pela, Cooper and perhaps my LIRR friend to have lunch and catch the Gaiety show. I guess the four of us are to write our reviews for the strip club forum. I hope one of the regulars will keep track of the guys names for me, since I always seem to concentrate on other aspects of the dancers…heheh

 

This has been a fun trip. Very different from my first one, but then I am a little different than the last time I was here as well. My budget didn’t allow for the scheduled fun that I had last time, so in that sense, this journal may have been more disappointing than usual. I am so grateful to Gulliver for allowing me to use the Tomcal suite at his place. What a gracious and generous man. I am lucky to have met him.

 

Thanks to all of the locals that took time from their life to meet up with me. I enjoyed every second. Rapaz7, Jim, Cooper, Foxy, HiJinx., you guys are the best .

 

Spida, and John Pela…great to meet you both and look forward to catching up again. All of you guys, don’t forget next May in St Augustine. If I have forgotten anyone, I am sorry, it’s not that you weren’t memorable, it’s that the older I get , the harder it is to juggle reality and facts. Fantasy is better, don’t you think?

 

I met and made some new friends on this trip. Believe me, worth every minute.

Thank you New York City

[+ Charlie]

Jack, Thanks especially for the great photos of Fire Island, which brought memories flooding back. I haven't been there in more than 20 years, but it seems to look just the same. I used to go often in the 1960s and 70s, when I was a young man and thought it was really paradise. The first time I went as a teenager with a somewhat older guy; we had no place to stay, but simply crashed a Cherry Grove party on a Sat. night, and the host calmly offered us one of his many extra bedrooms for the night when we told him that we had planned to sleep on the beach. On another occasion I had sex on the boardwalk at night (not even in the meatrack!) with the outrageous Casey Donovan/Calvin Culver of "Boys in the Sand". But my favorite memory is still of sharing a pizza with Martha Raye late one night in a little place down by the pier, while a friend told us about Alice Ghostly going down to the meatrack the night before to drag Paul Lynde back to where he was staying (I can still hear that nasal drawl, "Ahweww, Alice! Not yet!").

[rapaz7]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

J-Hammer,

 

It was great having you here in NY and I hope that you can do it again. You didn't make me look too bad in your posts, it could have been worse. But did you have to make me sound like a sissy?, (He wouldn't go out without mousse) BTW, it is hair glue, hehe.

 

Your pictures were really nice but what happened with the pictures at the dock during breakfast? There were two stockboys from the grocery store who looked liked Abercrombie models and the driver of the barge (as you said) was giving you a heart attack. I guess that is why you could not point and shoot the camera????

 

I AM MY OWN WIFE was a wonderful way to spend the afternoon and I believe that the performance by Jefferson Mays will be talked about for years to come. It is good to have seen something that will be remembered into the future.

 

I am glad that we got to stay for an extra day on Fire Island and experience staying in the Belvedere. I don't think that there are too many other places like that around.

 

Overall I had a lot of fun. Erotica Night on Thursday came as a surprise to me as it turned out and the underwear party of Friday night was a blast.

 

I hope that we can do it all again next summer. Next time I will even know to turn right at the sign that says "Fire Island Ferries this way". You have already seen the bayside mansions anyway, hehe.

 

I am very glad to have you as a friend.

 

Rapaz7

[hiJinX]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

A pleasure as always.

Thanks for leaving the city standing for the rest of us.

 

Take Care,

[foxy]

RE: From the Hammer files

 

All NY is saddened at the recent departure of our dear friend Jackhammer. In lieu of flowers, please have a hot and hung escort waiting on his door step as he returns to sunny LA. We miss you already...please come back soon.