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Slept horribly again, and woke up early, if not quite 3am. Warren messaged me in a panic around 5 because he had no shirts left at his place. I advised him where he could get a touristy shirt - the CVS and the Ralph's in La Jolla both sell them, and are both open that early. He sent me a text later, thanking me and saying he appreciates "more than I know." He also posted the pic he took, asking who wanted to suck his dick next.

Peter is having a rough time and asked to come by, but I don't feel comfortable having him over while Bryan is still in the living room. Randall - a client of mine from NY - messaged that he was visiting and would like to see me on Friday.

I finally sent Bryan a message that LL had gently reminded me I'm the only one supposed to be living in my apartment, but we could probably get away with it at least until Saturday.

I'd totally forgotten about the anonymous survey that SDGMC sends out after every show. I'd declined to participate in previous surveys, because I was new and didn't want to raise a fuss. I had a lot to say in this one, though.

Chance finally got around to applying with Raw & Rough, so I sent a word to Rob. He wants to cast him - and me - in the next couple weeks with another massively hung black gentleman.

One of the guys from the Play group messaged me wanting to play. I'd have invited Warren, but Warren only likes twinks, and something about the phrasing of his post in the morning rubbed me the wrong way.

We went to Taco Tuesday with his gaybors, which was...odd. He hung on one of them while I chatted with his partner. Paid for his dinner, though, so I guess that's okay.
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Had a helluva time sleeping, woke up at 3. I didn't hear back from Warren in the morning, so I asked him how his day was. He asked for help when he got home, I canceled the waxing appointment. He wasn't just less than halfway done moving - he was only halfway done packing. It was 5pm by the time I got there, so traffic was going to be a bitch. He laid down with me, asked to see my hole since I hadn't shaved in anticipation of waxing. I blew him, he took a pic, we fucked. I'd brought a condom, but he took it off halfway through and finished without it.

He's terrible at packing. I started by helping him in his room, but eventually decided to split up. I finished packing his kitchen and he's made nearly no progress on his room. We made two trips to his Uncle's place - it's actually right by The Farmhouse, and his stuff takes up most of the available space in the house. It was getting on towards midnight again and we were both exhausted. He asked if I could just sleep there, but as much as I wanted to, I didn't feel right leaving Lady Miss Friday alone. We did get everything packed or tossed between our cars, and I told him we could just finish delivering things the next day.

I obviously love helping, but I feel like I've chipped away at the karmic debt from Tim and Dave helping me the night before I was supposed to be out of my last place....even though that's not how that would work and I don't believe in karma to begin with.
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Warren messaged me in the morning with a pic of him as a child. Several other people messaged me with well wishes for the show. I herded cats to try to organize the rideshare for Dana, Tim, Tony, and Tami. Dana waited at my place for a while, admiring Bryan's huge dick while he slept naked, but eventually decided to just meet them there. At that moment, Tim also said they were running late and could Dana just bring all the tickets. Next time Imma ask for willcall.

The show itself was infinitely better. No question. I'd been asking Sherril since the beginning if I could buy the outfit from the opening number, and she sighed that everyone had been asking to keep their stuff. I didn't ask to keep it, I asked to buy it. At the end of the show she pulled me aside and said she couldn't give it to me.....but it was in the far costume tub, about halfway down and costumes get lost all the time....Amazing.

Charles spoke to me outside, congratulating me on a great show, asking if I was going to be a part of Jingle. I feel a bit closer with Charles than the other two, so I told him honestly that I wouldn't, because there isn't any real dancing in it. That's when he mentioned they're trying to put together a dance troupe under the same umbrella nonprofit as the singing groups. He's also frustrated that the technical dancers get lumped in with the other dancers.

I talked to a couple folks outside, but kept getting dragged to one side and another by people vying for my attention. So hard being popular - you know how it is. Dana lost his parking ticket, so we spent some time looking for it. We got a note from the people at the front desk, and I said that if that didn't work, I'd just pay his fee. It's ridiculous, given that I also paid for the ticket itself, but whatever. The note worked, he dropped me off at my car...then had to take me back to the theatre to grab my keys.

I finally met Tim, Tony, and Tami at Plumeria, Tony paid and expressed an interest in going out, but he still had to take Tim and Tami back to the boat. While I waited, Warren wished me good luck on the night's show. He's obviously got a lot on his plate right now, so I'm not upset at all about him not knowing or going to my show. He's not anticipating finishing until 1-2am, has to get up at 5, no career prospects, etc. Poor guy.

I got cleaned up at home, we went to Mo's, I bought our first drink. My friend Jesse was there, very drunk, and tried to make out with me. We made some new friends, but finally had to head home. I blew him, he got on the road.

Just as I was laying down to sleep, Warren messaged me that he needed help. He was only half way done, his Uncles had helped previously but gone home, and he had to be up in a few hours. I asked for his address, but didn't hear back, and I was honestly relieved. I'd have made the trip, but it was a long day for me, too, and I also had to be up early.
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Woke up hungover, hadn't heard from the lady who was supposed to pick up the cat tree. I sent an email and a text...didn't hear back, but then she showed up, right on time! And even paid over asking price for it, which is stellar. Warren texted that he'd thrown up from drinking for the first time, but Glenn had held his hair.

I decided my own hair was getting a bit too hobo for the show, so I trimmed it, and then decided to trim my chest fur as well. I must have blacked out for a split second, because I buzzed a stripe into my torso and only then noticed I'd taken the guard off the clippers.

Made my way down to the theatre, couldn't find any parking anywhere near it so finally just parked inside. Tech rehearsal was a *mess.* Even people who really knew their stuff were messing up, which left the people who didn't even more fucked. My only real concern for myself was the flags in "I Wanna Dance With Somebody." I'm a Big Boy, so instead of going to dinner with everyone else on the break, I walked down to Ralph's, bought myself some tofurky slices and wine coolers, and studied the flag and other pieces for all they were worth.

Jay texted me that he and Paul were front row, as did a guy I'd recently fucked, and my strategy largely paid off. I still felt like a marshmallow, but less of one than I had for the dress rehearsal, and the only fuckup I made was in "I'm Every Woman." Jenna made exactly the same mistake, so it looked like a canon instead of a fuckup. GO US.

The mark of a good show for me is whether random strangers come and tell me about it after. Given my feeling - like a marshmallow - and my hangover, I wasn't expecting anyone, but I did go outside to thank Jay and Paul for attending. I never found them, but while I looked, some people who I would later find out were Sherril's friends ran up to me and started gushing about my performance.

Warren messaged that he was having a hard time moving, and a hard time adjusting to what the move would mean. His job is 7-4 in Sorrento Valley, his Uncles live in National City, so it's a fuck of a commute. He's not out to them, so he can't host tricks at his place and we can't fuck at my place because he's too allergic to Lady Miss Friday.
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Much more rested, much more productive day at work. The last two hours flew by, really. As always, I thought about going home, but then Norman asked for a session, even though it was 1-1. I came for him, but it was "only" 45 min in, so he wasn't happy. He's not going to find anyone else for $150, so I'm not worried economically, but it does seem like we're increasingly less well matched. CJ also asked to get together, but that was a nogo.

Tech rehearsal wasn't as big of a mess as I'd thought it would be, but it also caused some confusion, like always, because we're just marking places on the stage and people treat it like an actual rehearsal.

I hadn't heard from Warren, so I finally texted him as I was walking out of the theatre, just asking about his day and got back. "Good. Doing flicks richs tonight." I'd been iffy on going to the party, but between that and Markus reaching out to me on the way home, that sealed it. Unfortunately, 1) they decided to make the party "pink" themed at the last minute and I apparently don't own anything pink, and 2) I couldn't get cleaned up at all when I got home, so there was no chance of fucking.

People were pretty drunk by the time I got there, and Jase tried to throw shade at me for being late. His husband is a singer, and their tech ended hours before ours did, but he thought all tech ended at the earlier time. Markus was glad to see me, I had some interesting conversations with a few people while I was cleaning up. Managed to not drink much at the party, but drank more at home before I crashed.
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Part 1 of the scene I did for Raw & Rough back in February finally came out, though I didn't get a chance to find a SFW image and post it.

Warren went ahead and took the sales gig in Sorrento Valley, though he hates talking on the phone. He hasn't started moving yet, so I checked on whether I should give the 4th ticket away or not. I should. Okay.

Rehearsal went a little better, and Jeffrey even took a pic of my butt while we were waiting for the Gaga number to start. It turned out to be a popular pic.
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Warren's job interview from the day before turned out to be a door to door sales job, so that was a big no. I kept trying to upload the video to Pornhub, and kept getting an error message. Brad asked if he could get it from me directly, so I sent it to him.

Rehearsal was...interesting. I guess the dress on Monday had gone so poorly that Charles got a talking to from RC. Also, they changed a bunch of choreo on Monday - just under a week before the show. Of course. We rehearsed outside, I apparently know Express This Way better than I thought, then did the show in front of everyone, which wasn't terrible. I still need to go over some stuff on my own.
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Much better day at work, and Warren asked if we could do Taco Tuesday with his friends. Unfortunately he accidentally came while edging, so sex would probably a be a no-go. I keep coming back to that scene in "Anywhere But Here" where Adele decided to clean house at the last minute instead of go with her daughter to a party, and Ann is like "Oh...okay..." but has a small meltdown in the hallway after she leaves.

He had an interview in the area, but was getting out at 3:30ish, and told me to message him at 4. I did, but he just said he'd tell me about it later, and meet me at my place at 5. He was about 30 min late because his mom called right as he was leaving...but then he said she called right at 5, so where were you leaving from? His ex John's place. Tim was over at the time, and introduced him to my jealousy. I thought I did a pretty good job containing it, but I guess when you know me....Also, I get we're not together, and I'm friends with lots of my exes. But this is also the guy that he dropped me for at a party previously, and hadn't exactly volunteered the info of where he was. So.

Fiesta was packed again, but we managed to find seating for everyone before they got there. His gaybors came, as well as a young friend Nick showed up. I got along very very well with one of the gaybors, Chris, and Nick. The other gaybor, Chris's partner, very clearly had a thing for Warren, and Warren hung all over him. The other gaybor also paid Warren's tab, so maybe that was it.

I was ready to just bid him goodnight, but he came in, laid down on the bed, and then fucked me. Mostly with a condom, but then continued bare. It's not a problem for me, obviously, but I get that it might be a problem for him. Especially since this is at least the second time it's happened. He sent me pics of his rash when he got home, which is an even larger problem that I clearly need to do something about.
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Woke up at 2am, couldn't get back to sleep, so naturally I jerked off a bunch. Tried to make video, but neither camera could easily be set up for it. When I still couldn't sleep, I jerked off again, and I think I was a little too rough with myself.

Managed to drag myself into work on time and stay relatively focused. I got a text from a client requesting an evening session in Escondido. I'd have normally declined because 1) I was exhausted and 2) it was the start of tech week for the show, but he requested a 3 hour session, which is not something I can really turn down. I was about 5 min late, and texted him as I was on my way that I would be, but he said not to stress.

Most of our time was spent talking, which was a relief. He's looking to retire to Prescott, AZ, but the guy he was going to retire with has cancer again, and he's not sure if he should still take that one or look for a different guy. Deep down, he knows the only real option, and I told him so. Sexually, we had a great time. It was a little weird, because he kept lightly putting his hands around my neck, and the first time you're with anyone without discussing that, it's a little creepy. He also developed a strange speech pattern while we were fucking. But he reverted to normal right after, thanked me for a great time, and said I'd be hearing from him again soon.
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Woke up early, way less hungover than we had any right to be, and headed out to the airport. The flight back was made all the better by a nice lady named Becca sitting next to us. She was hilarious, open minded, and very engaging.

The ride to even get his car took a very long time, and I was really eager to get to the party and see Warren. But then Warren declined to go to the party, having already attended two social events this weekend. Unfortunate. Possibly more unfortunate was that he party itself was hot AF, temperature-wise, sparsely attended, and no one I knew. Mostly Jim's older students. Tim went with me, I gave mostly scintillating dinner conversation to the guests, but I ultimately drank too much out of frustration at the day not going how I'd hoped. I woke up at one point in the evening next to Lady Miss Friday's bed thinking I was already late for work. Tim was still there and laughed about it, and I eventually kicked him out so I could crash.
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Woke up a bit late, then texted with Chip. Since he'd had to leave so early the day before, he offered to take Jim around and show him Seattle. I also got a message from a FB friend who wanted to hook up with me. But his reply to my telling him I couldn't on this trip was "Why not? I have a huge cock." Because I said I can't. Fuck's sake.

I offered Jim some PB*J, but he decided he wanted to go foraging for real food. He went to a little taco shop around the corner - most of the eateries were inside of department stores, apparently. It was a charming little place, with a simple duo working inside. I was tempted to get something to support them, and also because they had Tofurkey vegan sausage on the menu, but I ultimately opted not to because I figured I'd bottom later.

Chip picked us up just a little after Jim finished, drove us around to various places, including a beach where a lovely little dog said hello. She was a new rescue, a bit thin for me, but seemed happy. While browsing FB on the way back, I happened to see a post from Richard, linking to his Tumblr. It was a suicide note. Supposedly, the trip to Chicago hadn't gone as planned. But I'm not convinced that itself wasn't really the plan, what with him going with no job or place to live lined up, and declining to meet anyone.

We took a brief nap when we got back, he fucked me when we woke up, and then it was time to go to the wedding. I'd thought we were staying in downtown because of the wedding, but the wedding itself was out about 30 min away in a neighboring town. It was a very eclectic crowd and we sat apart from everyone else. The ceremony started over an hour late, but was mercifully short in and of itself.

The reception was just as interesting. They'd asked everyone to bring an appetizer to share or a bottle of wine. Since we didn't have access to a kitchen, we just brought wine. A good thing, too, since most of the food was gone by the time our table got up to the place. We had a couple glasses of wine at the table, then skeedaddled back to the hotel. I'd texted a couple Seattle friends, including Alik, but he never responded, and Michael. He was bartending at the Eagle, so we Ubered over there. He poured strong and I don't think he charged me for all of them. He's a good friend. We spent most of the night on the back patio, and one very drunk man kind of aggressively tried to get with me. I fended him off, then spent most of the night talking to his partner. He encouraged his partner to go have fun in the dark rooms by himself, which is fascinating for me. We stayed too long and drank too much but overall had a wonderful time. I Lyfted us home and we passed out.
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Woke up with my alarm, sent the "out sick" email, managed to doze off a bit more. I made us coffee in the morning and we went for a walk around. A very different place during the day. But still very few shops and things. I texted around with Chip and my mum, we went to a waffle place for Jim. Unfortunately, their only waffle iron broke in the middle of a rush, so they ended up using a brulee torch to finish his waffle rather than just refund it. Ugh.

We met Chip at a *very* crowded Pike Place market, then walked over to the ferry landing to meet my mum. As she walked off the ferry, I happened to notice that she was wearing a lime green sweater and a blue shirt. Which is amazing because I was wearing a blue sweater and a lime green shirt. And that's one of my favorite fashion maneuvers ever.

We walked over to Ruby Tuesdays (?) for lunch, I happened to see one of my friends from San Diego there. I get around. Chip paid for lunch and walked us a little ways around, but eventually had to get back to the ferry. My mum walked with us even longer, mostly just not wanting the day to end more than having a destination in mind. Once she mentioned that we'd come a very long way, so we should probably take pics of the pigeons, which is a reference to my high school trip to France. I was delighted at how well fed their pigeons were, so I mostly took pictures of them. We stopped into a toy store later and I saw her looking at the Necco wafers, but she protested she didn't "need" them. I had asked about want, not need, so I bought them for her.

We got her to the ferry just in time for her to not have to wait another hour and a half, then back to the hotel. I blew Jim, we napped briefly, then got ready for the Bachelor Party. The hosts had a lot to do, so kind of understandable they weren't being terribly communicative. On the other hand, if you host an event and don't have a formal invite anywhere, you should expect questions.

We finally made it there, but the "party" turned out to be a few older gents hanging out in a hotel room and drinking. I was charming, of course, and mysterious, as Jim hadn't taken his wedding ring off. The "party" winded down, a couple people got pretty drunk, and we Ubered home. Then made a video of him fucking me before bed. All in all a successful day.
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Worked really hard to try to get everything done. I was mostly successful, but I also left my check in confirmation on my desk. Warren asked if I was going to Brandon's comedy show, but of course, I was leaving for Seattle. This being a very very important trip, I beat down the sexual FOMO. He wished me a fun trip.

Tim asked if we could go to the store before the airport, so I just gave him my credit card instead while I finished packing. I forgot to download an offline game to play, so it was a fairly boring flight. Someone next to us was watching a thriller I was kind of curious about, but I couldn't pick out any searchable details.

The Uber drive to the hotel was surprisingly cheap - something to do with the credit card he was using? Not sure. He was kind of hungry, and more than that kind of thirsty, so we set out to find a restaurant or drug store. This proved to be a much more difficult proposition, as apparently most of downtown Seattle is department stores and places catering to department stores. We walked nearly 2 miles, but did finally find a place open late. I bought PB&J, he got a chicken salad and wine. I paid for everything but the wine, then Lyfted us back, because I was definitely not going to walk another 2 miles at 1:30am.

We had our dinner, drank some wine, he fucked me. Not a bad first night, really.


Jul. 19th, 2017 02:33 pm
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Marky texted me in the morning; he'd decided not to stay with me after all, citing cat allergies. I think he's more allergic to an apartment that looks like a frat house, minus the hot guys, but okay.

Hit up rehearsal after work - entire opening number, which is my favorite part of the show. At the last minute, I remembered I'd agreed to pick Beth up from the airport. She'd been gifted a ticket to ComicCon from a friend at work, so made the trek down and stayed at the Hilton. In a very San Diego turn of events, it would have taken her about an hour and a half to get from the airport to MV via public transit, but only 10 min to drive.

She's having some mystery health issues right now, so Comic Con is a nice break for her.

First Kiss

Jul. 18th, 2017 02:23 pm
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Ken, the top from a couple weeks back decided to take a random trip down with his partner to escape the heat in Palm Springs and wanted to see me. Warren had forgotten tonight was Taco Tuesday at Fiesta, and wanted to go there with his friends instead. As frustrating as I found this, I figured I could just combine the two and make most everyone happy. I also suggested a 4 way, but Ken's partner isn't likely to want to since I've already had sex with Ken, and Warren mostly goes for guys 18-22, so they're way out of his Type. He did encourage me to "get those Daddies" though. And also mentioned that he'd accidentally cum while edging. Grrrrrr.

Jetted to the gym after work, then home to get cleaned up before meeting them. Richard was home and drunk, asking if I could give him a ride to the bus station. He'd asked last night when he was drunk, too, and I told him I had date night and couldn't. He'd forgotten because "we were both wasted." Sure, Jan. He gave me a hug goodbye, I headed to Fiesta and bought a diet coke.

Ken and his partner were there first, but just as we sat down, I happened to start seeing a bunch of friends there. Tried to make my hellos very brief and made my way back to them. Warren, for all that he had intimated that we'd be late, was the last one there. Ken's partner is from Melbourne, and while not as attractive as Ken, equally delightful. They bought our dinner, which really just saved me money, since I think Warren was counting on me paying.

After dinner, the guys took off to the hotel, Warren wanted to stop by Mankind and visit Brandon, who also has a foot fetish. Brandon is in a comedy show on Thursday, which is also the night I leave for Seattle. Went ahead and shut that whole door right down in my head. It was an okay visit, Brandon is very friendly with both of us.

Warren dropped me off at my car and asked for a "real" kiss. Given that he's told me he doesn't like kissing, and declined to the first time we had sex, this came as a surprise, but I still obliged. It was good to see him, even if I didn't get laid.

Marky, the body painter who'd asked to crash with me during ComicCon, came by in the evening, having spent the night drinking beer with a friend. He started putting his stuff in my room, but ultimately decided to sleep on the couch.
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Woke up at 2 am, hungover and randy AF. Also couldn't find my phone. Looked around, then used to the Locator to determine that it was still at the party. Damn. Got into my toy chest and jerked off twice. Tried to take a video, but I couldn't find any memory cards for my old camera, and the new camera is apparently stuck to the apparatus. I really really shouldn't have jerked off a second time, because I was sore and bleeding after. I did manage to get to sleep after, though, so I wasn't as hungover as I might otherwise have been.

Messaged with Josh (the host) and Warren throughout the day. He asked if I'd fucked Brad while he was here, and I said I had, but I forgot about Saturday morning. There had been a bunch of orgies happening at Black's, but he hadn't participated. Hadn't gotten laid at all over the weekend, actually. I should have worked harder to include him. Maybe.

Richard was *still* there when I got home, though this was arguably good, since I was able to use his phone to text with Cody. I asked him if he needed a ride to his new place, and he told me that had fallen through, so he got a bus ticket to Chicago instead. He knows exactly one person there, and apparently sent a cryptic text to FHA. Suicidal ideation is nothing new for him. It's actually how he came to my place to begin with.

I came again just before I left to pick up my phone from Cody, which was possibly a mistake since he wanted to fuck again. No can do.

Warren had also asked Brad if we'd fucked, which also reminded me of Saturday morning, and I clarified for Warren, too. I also mentioned I should have tried harder to include him, but as he says, we're "casually dating." I don't really know how to do things casually, so I'm glad he's here to pump the brakes. I did ask if I could take him to dinner, which is always okay by him. We decided on Veggie Grill, and I got excited in spite of myself.

I went to rehearsal to learn "Mama's Broken Heart," though Keith was just getting out of work in Encinitas at the start time. And the choreography, such as it is, is terrible. I'm so disappointed in most of this show.
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Drove Josh home in the morning, edging myself on the drive back. Brad was up when I got back, jerking again. We made a better video this time. I rode him, then fucked him and DP'd him with my toy.

Tim asked to come over and join for the parties. He'd gone to the Foxhole last night and fucked a bunch of people. I texted Warren, but he had decided to go to Black's Beach instead.

There were 3 parties happening, and I got two of them mixed up. This is only unfortunate because one of the parties was in Mission Valley while the other were both on 6th. We wandered around the complex for quite a while to find the guy who invited me, and when we finally did, he as the only one there. Awkward. It was an okay time, and as tempting as it was to think of myself as a failure because one party was a bust, I had other parties for us to go to.

The second one on 6th was at the complex where CJ, my rough top in a semi-DADT situation lives. That is, his partner wants to hear about the extra-curriculars, he just doesn't want to know who they are, so I have to pretend like I don't know him in public.

It was slow to get started, even though we were a little late. There was a handsome boy named Matt who I ended up chatting with, and also a couple from LA. CJ messaged me that his partner had gone to BevMo, so I should come over for a quickie. I constantly have to decline him, so I went and did it. I don't think I've ever regretted being clean and carrying lube/poppers with me at all times.

Brad decided to go to The Hole with his friends, and from there back to LA. The party got a lot more populated, I took pics of the dogs, made friends with another dancer named Cody. Then he fucked me in the bathroom. Another guy got mad at me for some reason, but I barely remember him, much less any argument with him.


Jul. 15th, 2017 07:57 am
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Brad came in some time around 3 or so and snuggled up next to me. I think he was hoping to get laid, but that's kind of what he went to DILF for. A continuing theme with him would also be an unawareness of space. He'd previously mentioned that he was a cuddler. He didn't mention that he liked to take up the whole bed even when he wasn't cuddling.

I woke up before him and noticed my phone wasn't charging anymore. Thankfully, I already have a backup that I bought the last time my phone died. I was at my desktop setting up the new phone when I turned around to see him jerking off. Oh, alright. I took a video of him fucking me, and he wanted to go for longer, but I had a schedule for us to keep.

The suit I bought was unfortunately too large, so I put on another pair of underwear beneath it to keep my junk in place. Brad kept suggesting he wear his kilt, but also fluffing himself up so his erection poked out. This is Pride, not Folsom, and you will get arrested.

Our first stop was Erik's pre-parade brunch, and Erik lives very close to me, so that's nice. We were there a bit early, but that gave us the chance to chat a little better. FHA had already started drinking, I met Stephen. FHA was somewhat concerned about the Twitter "admirer" who sent me a very very detailed marriage fantasy. Erik worried that it might be unhealthy, but that's really just not a consideration for me.

We had to leave that party just as more people were arriving. Stopped at home so I could switch out phones, then left for Jim's party. Warren had driven down and was looking for parking, but still hadn't found it by the time we got to the party. I'd given my parking spot to Tim, but he was busy with boat stuff and finally conceded he wasn't likely to make it for the Parade, so I let Warren use it instead.

Jim's party was awesome. I had a single drink while there (two for the day so far), chatted with a bunch of folks, including a tall, handsome gent named Paulo. He's from Brazil, and speedos and less are the norm on those beaches, regardless of body type. Talked a little with Jared (Chris and Jim's 3rd), Vick, and Jeff about maybe having an orgy later.

Warren had managed to find a spot with the Gaymers, but it was Ben who ran up and hugged me excitedly. Warren came up after him, and I tried to get us a picture together, but it didn't come out. Bummer. He did send me a text later in the day, telling me it was good to see me, and that I looked very cute in my Pride outfit.

David's place is on the other side of Hillcrest, but we stopped by my place on the way. Poor FHA had stopped by to use the restroom and gotten stuck talking to Drunk Richard. I persuaded him to come with to Davids, and on the walk over there we picked up several other party participants. Vick, Alexis, Raphael, etc. Unfortunately, I'd removed my under-undergarments at the first party, because people kept putting their hand down my pants and being upset about not getting skin. Not super upset. Not outwardly upset at all, actually, it just made me anxious that I was doing something wrong. So my junk was bouncing around again. Which only made me more anxious.

David's party was fun, though everyone there was much drunker than I was. His boyfriend really really wants me. David let me eat his ass, but I don't understand his hesitation, given that we've had sex many times, and I'm asking for a 3 way instead of meeting up with Matt 1-1. I also made tentative plans to have a 3 way at some point with Justin and Shaun. FHA didn't stay long. He had to sober up for his show, but the way he said goodbye clued me in that something was wrong, even if he wouldn't say what. The party itself didn't last much longer, but I'd met with a gent named Taylor who wanted to come with us to our next party, but also invited us to a pool party with Ryan and Aaron on the way.

The "pool" part of that party was a slight overstatement - really just an oddly colored hot tub. But I saw Mitchell and Tim, and chatted with a couple other folks before I moved us along to my place, and then Lyfted to the South Park party. It was a relatively small gathering, but they always are. I made friends with several people, including a stocky gent named Terry and and older guy named Rick. Josh, the first gent to approach me at The Hole a couple weeks ago, was also there. And there were two dogs, though I only got to pet one of them. I should probably have moved us along sooner, but Brad seemed to be having such a good time. I felt a little bad, because Warren messaged me after Glenn's, but eventually went home. Pride is a bad time to date someone.

Once it got dark, people started getting frisky in the pool, I blew Josh and Brad, Taylor got his dick sucked by Sunny. Josh came home with us, he and Brad took shrooms, we stayed up flip fucking. I ate Josh's ass for like and hour. Brad again took up most of the bed. We didn't make it to Foxhole, but I'm perfectly okay with that.
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Last day of everyone's vacations, first day of Pride. Maybe shouldn't have done the double coffee again, but didn't really have a choice in terms of keeping my energy up all day/night. Scheduled things with Brad, my new friend from Alta Dena who was staying with me. He was driving down with some friends, but didn't have room to stay with them.

Richard had mentioned days ago that he found a place, he just needed this paycheck to get into it. If he'd saved his previous paycheck, he wouldn't have needed to, but whatever. They'd supposedly mailed it to him on Tuesday, but it still wasn't there when I got home from work, so I texted him to tell him they should just reissue it. He didn't want to move out today because it's Pride and there would be traffic. I mean, tomorrow is *actual* Pride, but okay....

Warren asked if I could give him a ride home at the end of the night if he got a ride down, which is no problem. Years past, I've drank waaaaaay too much over Pride, missed a number of events, forgot others, etc. And I don't want that. Brad, for his part, caught on very quickly that I was dating Warren and kept a respectable distance. Even though we were fairly early, several people were already squeaked, including Matt and Nick, our hosts.

The party was fun. I managed not to drink, to chat with some people, and was generally have a great time. And then John showed up. John and Warren dated earlier this year, and Warren dropped me like a hot stone to hang all over him. That drink sounds pretty good right about now. Brad noticed, too, and moved in to talk more with me. When time came to leave for party #2, I was very ready to ditch Warren, but knowing that he was broke, gave him the option instead.

He left with us, and asked if his behaviour was a problem. Well, yeah. I don't know anyone who likes being ditched, and you definitely specified that I was your date. He was much more affectionate for the rest of the night.

Paul's party was...odd. Paul himself was very reticent and seemed uncomfortable, as did his dog. But Leeper was there with the boy he's dating - Oscar, and Justin, and Jerry, and several other older men and their sugar babies. It was an okay time, and a fine kickoff to Pride. I dropped Brad off at The Rail so he could attend DILF, then dropped Warren off at home. He didn't invite me in, but did suggest I leave some of the condoms he likes at his place so they'd be there. He vastly overestimates both how much I trust him and how often I take anything out of my pockets.

Based on 1) his behavior around John and 2) his not inviting me in, I decided to break things off with him again. Tomorrow.

I'd encouraged Brad to go to The Rail, partly because he was eager to do Really Gay Stuff, but mostly because I felt bad about taking so much time from Lady Miss Friday.
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At Chi Chi LaRue's suggested, I started following some guy in Florida. Apparently he used to work in porn, but then deleted everything and is starting all over again. I recommended a few places for him to apply, told the casting directors he would be. All standard so far, but then I suggested he apply with Tyler Reed, and it turns out he actually was already cast in Vegas, but he declined to go. Some of it was that he wasn't on PrEP yet, but also "all the guys were gross." I was maybe one of those guys, since I'd initially been declined from the shoot. But I was definitely a possible one. He seems to have changed his mind about me at any rate, and I got to talk to Tyler more, so hopefully I'll be able to go back and shoot again next year.

Sam, the client who is a fan of mine on Twitter, and who contacted me a while back about setting up a fetish scene with him as a sub. I'd initially contacted Jay to be the other boy. I've done Dom stuff before, but there's always been a lead, someone I could follow and play off of. I wouldn't know the first thing to do being a lead Dom myself. Jay was downright silent, so I sort of figured he'd be tapping out of the evening, and he did. And then I suggested a couple other schedules but he didn't respond. Who doesn't want $700? Other folk's schedules also didn't work, but I finally found one, who works at Mo's and has modeled for some of the same photographers I have. He was excited about it, though he was also a sub. I convinced Sam to just do a piggy, fetish 3 way, and he agreed.

Unfortunately, then he also tapped out, and we had to get yet another replacement, and he wasn't available until even later than the first guy. What can you do. I spent some time at home getting deep cleaned, because Sam wanted to get dinner first, walk around, then get down to business. Met him at Betty's, we had a really great chat, all considered, about the nature of escorting, and what it's like to come out. He has adult children, some of whom knew he was gay from a young age, and some of who didn't, but all of whom asked him to tell his wife once they all found out. And his wife apparently also knew, and is super cool with it.

We walked to Mankind next so he could get a paddle and a toy. I'm not 100% certain that my friends know I'm there with a client, but of course IDGAF if they do. The place he was renting was in South Park, kind of craftsman. He had to use my equipment to get cleaned up and I don't think he even closed the door for it. Which is weird, but whatever. Mike, our new guy, was supposed to be there by 8, and Sam kept going outside to look for him until he finally showed up around 9:30. This isn't actually bad, as my stomach decided to be wonky, so I spent that last hour and a half making sure I was clean.

Mike was almost definitely on G, but is a really nice guy. He fucked me bare, I fucked him bare, we both fucked Sam with condoms I'd provided, spanked him, etc. I'd only supposed to stay until 10, but given how late we started, didn't feel bad at all about pushing that back until 11. When I came, I shot over Mike's head and hit Sam in the face. Apologized profusely, but really didn't need to, as Sam was delighted. Bid him farewell, dropped Mike off at his place in East County and finally crashed next to Lady Miss Friday.


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