Ghost Hangover

Woke up crazy early, jerked off again and managed to get back to sleep. Almost did it again on waking - thanks sex drive! Left a little late, still managed to find close parking. My gums have been irritated lately, so I mostly just drank ice water all day. In spite of not drinking much the night before, I really didn't feel good at all. A couple boys hit me up on Scruff, so I made plans for right after work and a little later.

The first guy was a handsome older gent, here visiting family. We'd talked about flip fucking and felching, but he wasn't ready to bottom. We'd also talked about video, and I really really wish I'd stop letting perfect be the enemy of good here. He was also a bad kisser - another who wants to just keep our mouths wide open, tongues occasionally tapping. But we had a stellar time, fucked in a couple positions, he came. Wanted me to as well, but didn't push hard for it. We chatted for a while after, about tricks and families and exs. I heard my phone ring and remembered that Chip was supposed to be flying down, but his flight had been canceled, so he's going to try for tomorrow.

The other gent who had hit me up had been downright brusque with me towards the end of the conversation, so I wasn't surprised that I didn't hear from him. Confused like always, because why hit someone up if you don't actually want them? But not surprised. Another gent did hit me up, one I've been chatting with on and off for 4 years. He wasn't going to be available until after 9, though. I tried to make it, but when Tim messaged me at 8:30 asking if he and Pupple could come by, I used that as an excuse to beg off the trick, then declined Tim coming over because I was cold and had a sore throat.

I sent Mitch a text, just asking how his day was, but didn't get a response.