two days at fort tilden

september 7, 2002

So my friend Suzi told me about, then gave me directions to a TOP SECRET beach that's only 8 miles from Manhattan: Fort Tilden Beach. It used to be a depot for Nike Air Defense Missiles in the Cold War, but the base has since been closed down and now it's a public beach. There's my pimpin' ride, yo. (Which I just recently got rid of *sniffle*). On Saturday Grant, Sarah and I woke up to a beautiful sunny day and scrambled to get out to our secret beach as fast as we could. See? Nobody's there! This beach is literally a 15 minute drive from Manhattan, can you believe that?!? Grant & Sarah. The most obvious perk at an empty beach is that there aren't any people around. A less-realized, ancillary perk is that sometimes your female friends will take out their "perks" and sun them in front of you. Grant peeps over Sarah's bizzoobie. Hahahaha! Look at Grant's expression in the background. Immediately afterwards, Grant decided to run into the water to "take a swim" (a.k.a - hide the big, beach boner he popped in his tight, little Euro-swimtrunks he got from STARING at Sarah's titties.) Day Two Late Saturday evening, two of Grant's friends, James & Charlene, arrived from London. They hadn't seen the sun in months, so on Sunday morning, we got up bright and early and headed right back to the beach! James buries Gratn. Once Grant was buried up to his neck in sand (READ: helpless), We promptly busied ourselves turning him into a sand-bodied hermaphrodite; complete with boobies and a sand-crafted cockn'ballz. (Yep, we are mature.) Sarah and Grant in his Euro BananaHammock. Hahahahahahaha! Squinty Me & Smiley Sarah. Limbo Time! Sarah. Me. Time to check out those tan lines! Aw yeah.... Look at Grant's butt dimples! Ha! So long summer...

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