Final Romp

Sleep was rough. Parker had me pushed to the edge of the bed, and took most of the blanket. Not only that, but Gina kept knocking on the door looking for his keys. I woke up for real around 7, when Gina knocked again. Went outside and got some water, chatted with Gina's roommate, who is also a drug addict. Apparently if you make less than 70k/year, NYC will give you 2k/month towards rent. That's crazy, but I get it. I also stopped at the outside bathroom, because I still had a bunch of cum in me from the night before. Back in bed with Parker, we cuddled, which turned to grinding, and he said he wanted me inside him. I mean, I'm down. I got him some ice because his eye was puffy while he got cleaned up. He wasn't successful, so I got cleaned up real quick and he fucked me again, and this time I came for him. Good volume, terrible distance. We had coffee outside, though no one was up yet. Gina came back again to apologize and also ask to play again. Nooooooo.

Parker left to check on his puppy in Cathedral City, I managed to sleep a little more. Just a little more, as the Allen came back and the other "stars" started showing up. It was forecasted to get up to 120, so the directions for the day were to just splash around in the pool and interact with the guests. Tony and I chatted with a couple from Houston, and they all drank, but I knew I'd be going home at some point, so I didn't want to drink anything. Corey showed up - given how hard he had been working, and how little sleep he'd been getting, it's no surprise that Allen let him sleep in. He's not sure about the future of Desert Romp - Helios just sold again, and he's not sure where else would host it. I spotted David by his room outside, so went and chatted with him. He'd been fucked by a couple of big dicked tops the night before, and wanted me to get fucked by one of the guys walking around. I got cleaned up, walked into the sling room, but the top was already fucking someone. Houston guy asked to fuck me, but was too drunk to get fully hard. Not a bad thing, because he had a PA, and I was fairly delicate at this point. Big dick finally fucked me - I'm pretty sure he's a pumper, and has to have taken TriMix to stay hard, with mostly successful results. After he finished, David took a turn fucking me, then fingered me until I came. I finally had my good pornstar shot for the weekend.

Chip and my mom had both landed in San Diego, and Julian had asked if he could see me, so I got back on the road. It was a slightly shorter drive than coming up, but of course it felt longer. I mostly took the opportunity to get acquainted with some other Boy & Bear tracks. They're okay. Lyrics are obscure enough that most people will probably find some specific, deep meaning to them.

I had a few minutes at home to spend with Lady Miss Friday, clean her litter box & Mousey's cage, and get at least some of my things put away before Julian texted me asking to come over again. He said he'd had a terrible weekend, internet was down, melting in his apartment, and had almost gotten arrested. He also said he had thought a lot, and admitted that he was pissed for the wrong reasons. I picked him up, and of course he was tipsy. On Saturday his ex Cameron had messaged him to hang out, so he spent $20 he doesn't have on a Lyft to get to him. Details are fuzzy, but at some point Cameron intentionally tripped his own alarm to get the cops there, and they questioned Julian. Even as he was telling me he was just trying to diffuse the situation, Julian was getting ragey. I explained that I think that's part of his control issues, and he's got to learn to let go.

Back at my place, he said he didn't want to know about my partners, but later did ask, and briefly yelled at me for wire hangers not getting him a ticket, place to stay, and staying with him all weekend. That eventually turned into clumsily, if very insistently, initiating sex. I didn't want to, but damned if my dick didn't work again, despite having cum twice. He asked me to cum inside him almost immediately, and I said I couldn't. More talk of insecurity, of being good enough. When we finally went to sleep, he sobbed for over an hour.