Life On The Train

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Kathy thought Suzanne was out again, and had already divvied up her mail by the time we realized she wasn't. She left it up to us whether we threw it back to her or not, but I'm physically incapable of adding to people's workload if it's something I can possibly do myself, even if it was their work to begin with.

Amazingly, I did the eservice in the morning, all of Suzanne's briefs, all my mail, appointment orders, worked out in my office, *and* got a ton of claims done. I'm again ahead by a couple days.

I talked with boys on Scruff all day - two traveling gents, one guy who lives here by the name of Wade. Like so many guys, Wade heard I get out at 4:30 and asked to meet at 4:30 on the dot. I literally don't understand the thought process there. We agreed to meet at my place at 4:45. My cleaning equipment at home is basically shot at this point, though I might jury rig it until my new one can arrive, because the other one I bought is even worse.

Wade isn't as attractive as his pictures, but we had a very connected, intense session. He wanted me to cum, but didn't press the issue. I was deciding between the gym and another boy when Jaison messaged me. Jaison is my friend's ex, and while I'd wanted to sleep with my friend first, then have a 3 way while they were together, I'm also attracted to Jaison. And they had a sad breakup, not an angry one. They broke up because Jaison kept relapsing, and my friend is in recovery. Actually, he offered me some G while he was on his way over, but I declined. I offered him some juice or whatever to take with his G, but he decided against dosing since I was going to be sober.

We had a great time - were originally going to flip, but he decided to not take the time to get cleaned up and just top instead. He never did manage to cum, and mentioned in passing that G makes that really hard. So I guess he really meant he wasn't going to dose (again).

He left to get something to eat, a boy who's been after me for a few weeks hit me up. Oh, alright, one more. He's an attractive boy, though I'm not very attracted to him. He is, however, very sweet. I managed to get hard several times, but as soon as I got inside him, I lost it. I don't wanna blame him, but I am, because I pretty much couldn't feel my dick inside him. To coin a phrase, like throwing a pencil down a hallway. I'm a stellar bottom, though, his dick stayed hard the whole time, and even pointed straight up. The bitch.

I debated after he left, but finally gave in, got into my toy chest and sprayed the walls before going to bed.