Shooting & Shopping

Woke up from some of the best sleep I've had in days. Crazy what happens when you're not piss drunk at bedtime. I had a photoshoot at 10:30 with a gent from A4A. Kind of honored he asked me to, really. His Model Mayhem profile explicitly states that he would never consider TF shoots. The shoot went ok - I seem to have an extra layer over my abs currently. We did a bunch of different themes, and he's going to send them to me when they're finished. We fucked after - he's well endowed, but mostly wanted me to rim and fuck him. Except that he really wasn't ready to be fucked, and didn't seem to understand why I stopped. Eventually he fucked me, I came. He asked if I was going to get depressed. I could feel it coming on, so I said yes. Apparently, that's a big thing with meth users - they're on such a high, and yes, the meth makes it really hard to cum, but they also know the fall is going to be really hard from that high up. I guess this is one more thing pointing away from me ever trying it; I'm already there.

Tim texted, asking if I would be home later, as he wanted to drop off the tamales. I should be. I texted around to see if anyone wanted to go out to the Hole or something. Most people had pre-xmas plans. Big Eric wasn't feeling the bars. I went over there, and we accompanied his roommate and friend to Target & Michaels. It was relatively quiet, for being the day before Xmas Eve. So, busy but not crazy busy. We brought cocktails with us, which made it all much more bearable. The boys ordered pizza and made pasta, then watched a movie. I listened to music in Big Eric's room (after the resident paranoia check). Went home early, never heard from Tim.