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Do you also feel depressed after a very enjoyable night?

Returning to work after an incredible gay party is always challenging.

That's probably why researchers often list depression as a side effect of taking party drugs.

They are wrong. It has nothing to do with that.

It's the realization that life isn't a non-ending party.

Sadly, I rarely get to dance to wonderful music surrounded by thousands of shirtless, incredibly sexy guys.

That's why I always take the following day off.

I can't imagine myself dealing with co-workers and my boss. Don't get me wrong! The company I work for is awesome, and I'm highly valued.

However, it's nothing compared to dancing shirtless for six hours!

During the week of Purim, I went to three parties on Friday, Monday, and Wednesday.

Here's a photo of me on my way to the first one:

That party was only for pre-approved guests.

The entry fee was meager, and the drinks were free. I was initially skeptical, but it was one of the best parties I'd ever attended.

The setting, music, and the 1000+ shirtless hot guys were superb. What was even nicer was getting fucked by a couple at the toilets.

They took this photo after we'd returned to the dance floor.

The party on Monday wasn't as wild.

No one was dancing shirtless, so my friends and I felt uncomfortable removing our shirts. A few times, we almost did it, but honestly, it wasn't that type of party.

Most of the guys weren't in shape like us. Consequently, it would have looked weird if we were dancing shirtless.

We didn't care because it was a lot of fun... you can see in this photo:

I dressed up as a soldier for that party. I even carried a plastic-made M16.

I also wore an army hat and boots:

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Apparently, my costume was very convincing.

So convincing that an adorable hairy stud in his early 20s asked me if I was still in the army!

Twenty minutes after he'd asked me, we were fucking in the toilets.

Shortly after I'd started fucking his hairy ass, I drained my smooth testicles right into it.

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Lastly, I went to the biggest Purim gay party on Saturday.

Here's one of the songs from that party:

I woke up the following morning and felt depressed.

But also madly in love with my boyfriend!

The first thing I did after waking up was to work out naked.

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I knew it would somewhat ease my after-party depression.

I live in a small town, and everything I need is within walking distance.

That includes my favorite coffee shop.

While walking that morning to it for a fresh cup of coffee and excellent vegan croissants, I felt like floating on air.

I loved my life, friends, family, the universe, and everyone I saw that day on the street.

That coffee shop is popular (even more than my muscular ass).

It took a while until it was my turn to order.

When I was about to, the lady behind me told the owner: "Here's the money for the pastries. I can't wait for coffee."

"It'll be just a few more minutes," she assured her.

"I need to get to the clinic for a C.T., and I must stop eating in five minutes," she explained.

"You can order before me," I suggested.

"Oh, no," she said, "I'll be fine."

"I insist," I told her.

She was so grateful even though I didn't feel I'd done anything special. While brewing her coffee-to-go, the owner told her, "Theon is our nicest customer."

I did nothing unusual, nor was it related to how loving I felt that morning.

I always try to be kind and helpful to others.

However, my message to my friends that morning was out of the ordinary.

Here it is:

"I chatted this morning with Ethan, the guy who licked and kissed every part of my body he could find last night.

He said that he'd taken ecstasy. I told him that I hadn't. Surprised, he said he was sure I was heavily on drugs.

On second thought, I should have told him he thought I was on drugs because I have such incredible friends whom I love so much.

I hope you realize how much I love you and forgive me when I get crazy sometimes.

I didn't take ecstasy, the "love drug," so I know my love towards you is genuine and not a temporary imbalance in my brain.

May we always know how to celebrate our love, friendship, and life!"

My friends were moved by my words.

Some inquired about Ethan since they weren't around when he'd played with my cum hole.

Before telling you of Ethan, I'd like to respond to another wish regarding my feet:

I hope this photo is what he, and perhaps others, wish to see:

As regards Ethan...

After I'd returned from the coffee shop, he sent me a message: "Good morning, my beautiful prince. What are you doing?"

"I just got back home, and I'm changing," was my response.

"Fuck!!! I want to see your sexy body! Show me!!!"

Even though our experience at the party was sweaty and sweet, the party was over, and I wasn't about to send Ethan a nude shot.

I sent him this photo instead:

"Wow," was his response, followed by "Wowwwwwww."

Meeting Etaan on the dance floor was more than wow.

It was unbelievable.

I'd noticed him from afar because he was shirtless, muscular, and hairy. He looked like he was in his early 30s.

Eventually, he got closer, walked by me, and looked right into my eyes. I looked back, smiled, and suddenly it felt like a massive flame of lust surrounded us.

His hands were all over my body, and he passionately kissed me. I felt his hairy chest pressed against my smooth pecs.

I moaned, feeling my cock boning.

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I felt like the 10000+ shirtless hot guys were no longer dancing next to us.

Even the loud music faded into a distant echo.

After what seemed like an eternity, I opened my eyes and looked deep into his.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

"So are you!"

"Your smile, eyes, and body, oh my god!"

We kissed briefly while playing with each other's pecs and hard nipples.

"I'm Ethan. What's your name?" he finally asked.

"I'm Theon. It's so nice to meet such a beautiful man like you."

"Theon? You're vegan, right?"

"Yes, and I'm very passionate about it. Have we met?" I asked.

Suddenly I feared that we'd already fucked.

It would have been embarrassing not to remember getting fucked by such a hot guy.

More about Ethan and me in my next blog post...

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