At Long Last, The Last Straw

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Sunday - Slept poorly, as you might imagine. No further word from Ken, so I figured he'd gone to the water park with everyone else. Since I hadn't heard from him, I asked myself "What would I do today if I was single? Hook-up and then study." Popped onto A4A and was rewarded by an adorable gent hitting me up in the first few minutes. Superb. He was really really cute - one of those ones I'm surprised messaged me. Also lived closer than I realized. He was a little awkward socially, but we got down to it. Gave him head, rode him, we beat off together. I don't like that I came with him, and I suppose I could have hooked another guy when I got home, but it's okay. Studied at home for a bit then headed downtown to help out with the Vote Yes on Prop 2 Party. I felt a little weird about not bringing anything, but I was there just to assist. I helped the assistant organizer, carry stuff up/set up, filled out some name tags for folks, that sort of thing. The most helpful thing I did was once the party got started. The host only had grunge-rock on his computer, and the best someone else could do was stream elevator music from his blackberry. Squeak (and his carefully cultivated Pandora station) to the rescue! I was delighted. There wasn't as much food as I thought there was going to be, which made me feel even more guilty for not bringing something, but I guess that's what the host gets for stressing that people didn't need to bring anything. There was enough food, just not the overflow that there usually is. I ate a bunch of cookies, a slice of pie, and a couple lemon squares. I chatted with newcomers, and check my phone at one point to find Ken had called. It had only been a few minutes, so I stepped into the hallway and called him back.

He'd met Shaun (his ex) out at Rich's, walked around for a while after the club closed, then gone over there, made out and "stuff", before deciding not to be there anymore. Was I angry? Duh. Mostly just disappointed though. It's especially funny given how he was saying, after Brandon left, that Brandon and Chris needed to break up because they didn't have enough trust. He was over at Justin's, watching movies, and had been all day. He also mentioned he was going to tap out of the BBQ. I stayed a little longer at the party, ate a few more cookies, talked to a few more people, then had to head out. I iced me ankle when I got home. Got a text from Chris and a call from Matt, both making sure I was coming to the BBQ. It's nice to be thought of. Called Ken one last time to ask if he or Justin wanted to go, but they didn't. Ken wanted me to bring him his keys, but I wasn't about to hobble up the steps for him. He said he'd be right over to pick them up, and I waited for a minute or two, but ultimately decided I didn't want to see him, so I left them on the table and left.

The BBQ was fun - I talked to the boys a bit, talked to Brandon's mom for a bit. I helped out a little in the kitchen, but ended up having to sit down. Ate a couple burgers (no buns), some fries, etc. Had a drink with cherry vodka, one with root beer schnapps, and one with buttershots. Sat on the couch chatting with folk until everyone seemed to be leaving, and headed home myself. Ken was just getting ready for bed as when I got there, though I had to take his keys out to Chris, who'd left his old iphone in Ken's car from the day before. We laid down and began the awkward business of talking to each other. He touched me, initially, though I didn't reciprocate. I mentioned, at some point, that I had hooked up, and he rolled over and didn't say anything for a few minutes. Talked about how most of the reason he left Shaun's the night before was because he wanted me, how he really does love me, and how he's not felt "chased" for a while. I made a joke about how he's never been "chaste", but he didn't get it. I also mentioned that I told him after he laughed at me that I wasn't going to chase him anymore, but did anyway, but eventually gave that up after a week and a half with no results. I asked him when he'd cum last, and he told me the Monday of JFD. We made out for a while, which was nice. He wanted to have sex, but neither of us was prepared to bottom. I probably could have been fine with minimal effort, but didn't want to take that time only to have him declare that the mood was ruined. He ended up jerking off on top of me, which was decent. Went to sleep after that.