Squeaker the Tweaker

Woke up around 2:30. Go home, sleep schedule, you're drunk. Laid in bed a while, thinking I could convince myself to go back to sleep. Not so much. At 3:30, I played video games. Tried to sleep again. No luck. Hopped online, got hit up by some kid named Danny Pier. He mentioned he was partying, so I figured that meant I was topping. There was some discussion of getting a little group together, but he eventually decided on 1-1 time.

Typical druggie pad when I got there - blow-up mattress, drug paraphernalia, laptop, porn. He only had a single blue light on in the room, was tweeker-thin, and had sores on his face. The blue light and sores made me wonder if I'd just walked into a zombie flick, but feeling unconcerned with my well-being, I stayed. I fucked him, he rode me, then he became convinced he wasn't clean and went to shower. He came back and we talked about tricks and drugs. Well, he talked about tricks and drugs. I didn't have anything near so wild to say as having Adam Faust fuck me with coke on his dick, or ever boning Brent Everett, or any number of other crazy stories. Apparently Tim used to be a regular playmate of his and his bf's gangbangs, but kept trying to date one or the other. This was before we met, but it (and the fact that he's slept with Daniel Popp on the regular) do tend to negate his "Ken is too skinny for me" protest.

He had some other boys hitting him up online, and I offered to drive him to their place. I've been around users enough to get it. He insisted he was just going to sleep, but when I looked online an hour later, he was on again. I logged in to A4A, and saw I was supposed to make a movie with Xtra9. I texted FHA, fully expecting him to be asleep after Rocky. He was up, Xtra9 was good to come over now. Except 10 min later, he messaged that his partner had taken his keys, and the keys to the other car. FHA was already on his way over, so I tried to find a replacement. No go. Xtra9 seemed to want me to walk him through jacking off thinking about us fucking. No go.

FHA and I had a good chat, largely about him and Jonathan. We also touched on me & Tim, but there's not much to say there. Tim actually texted me while we were talking. I had Chinese food for him. He was dropping Mark off at the train station around 6:30, and wanted to come over later. I had a party to get to at 8. I was just about to give sleep another go when I got a call from a gent who'd been trying to meet me for weeks. He can only get together in the early afternoon, though, so it's been tough with my job. He came over, we had a good time. Wants me to set up a 3 way. Finally slept for a few hours around 2:30.

Cleaned house a little when I woke up. Seeing the kid's place reminded me that one of the few things separating me from a drug addict is actually using drugs. Messy place, tons of energy, erratic sleep patterns, sweat profusely, lots of sex....then I remembered that frantic cleaning is also a symptom. Well, fuck.

It was about 6 when Tim texted again. He was at his mailbox and wanted to come over. Ok. He brought a bunch of stuff from TJ's - a late Christmas present. It was a sweet thought. He laid on my bed, I climbed on. He wasn't randy, and was trying to keep us as just friends. I don't think I can do that. Not right now. We got into something of a wrassling match - me trying to unzip his jacket (one of many layers of "armor" against his Achilles Nipples), him trying to tickle me. I have a love/hate relationship with not being able to just be in the moment with these things. Eventually, the match subsided, we laid together, he fell asleep. I checked his phone - he hadn't fucked anyone else on Xmas Eve, though he'd been scheduled to. I had some food, putzed about. I was already late to the party, and I'm not very good at telling people to leave, so I just went to sleep next to him.