Boy from Seattle, Pt 1

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For having gone to bed so late, I was only able to sleep a few hours. Might have just been all the activity that goes on in my neighborhood. There were some texts from Marty, asking what the hell had happened. Fuck if I know. I kept meaning to get up and run errands, but kept putzing about online instead. My downstairs neighbor finally invited me down for a fuck, which was fun and got me out of the house.

My shoes have been falling apart for a while now, and I need new ones for Amsterdam, so I headed down to Marshall's and spent the last of my gift card on new shoes. Tim called while I was there, asking if he could come by. Sure. He was sitting on the stoop when I got home, though I'm not sure why he didn't just let himself in. He'd been fighting with Mark all day. Mark had sort of loaned, sort of given him $1700 late last year, as a thank you for always letting him crash on his boat, car work, etc. As Mark's financial situation changed, the ratio of loan to gift kept shifting. Tim had apparently been supposed to make a payment on March 1, but wasn't able to. He was supposed to make another payment today, and the amount was in dispute. After several hours, he finally just paid the whole $1700 back, but is now scrambling for his rent and the like. He doesn't want it from me, which is nice. I'm just starting to stabilize my finances, and have a hard time saying no.

Mark called, and for whatever reason, he answered. I laid down in my bed, dozed off briefly. Tim joined me later, then called the IRS, which is another thing he was supposed to do. He was on hold forever, of course, and then the agents gave him conflicting information that he needs to sort out. Then he decided to call his mom. I have absolutely no clue why he felt the need to make all these phone calls in front of me. Just wanted company or something? A boy who was visiting from Seattle I had been chatting with on Scruff wanted to meet for happy hour, so I asked Tim to lock up whenever he left, and took off for Baja Betty's.

The boy was much cuter than his pics, we had a decent conversation and dinner, then went back to my place and rolled around on my bed for a couple hours. Lots of fun, and he never even asked me to cum.

I was supposed to go to a sex party, but the hosts didn't text until an hour and a half AFTER the start of the party, then told me to not be there until an hour after that, and by that time, I was tired. Jacked off and went to sleep.