Trevan

I've never been a rainy day wild child. I never even understood what it is about the rain that made children want to scream and run around. However, with both of my bosses gone, I do get a little giddy/lazy. I just hope I didn't make any mistakes in my distraction/lethargy. Tim called in the middle of my workout, but didn't text or leave a message.

I was meeting Trevor from Scruff at 7:30 at his apartment in Point Loma, so I swung home and took care of some stuff there after the gym. Borrowed Sam's key to get my stuff out of the laundry room, cleaned Hover's cage, petted LMF. Tim finally texted that he had a problem, and could I call him. His boat has a severe leak, he's needs an emergency haul out. He stopped short of asking me for money, but I'm sure it's just a couple days away.

Trevor is a handsome older man in recovery, 9 years sober but doesn't seem to have his life rebuilt yet. He does strictly commission funeral sales and drives for Uber, and might have a hard time making rent this month. It was a good lay - guys in recovery usually are - and didn't even hurt the first time. The second time was, but it's an improvement. He asked me to cum, and I did, and then he asked me to stay longer. And longer. And longer. And now he's pushing to see me again and see me sooner than Monday. I know, I know, it's hard being popular, but damn.


I thought Trevor lived near Evan and it turns out they're about a half mile from one another. Evan and I were dating/fucking for a little while, and then he just...stopped. I believe kids today call it "ghosting." I'm looking back on our text messages and still not getting any clues as to why.