If you're here, you could be there.

Random calls at 1:30 in the morning woke me up and freaked me out, but neither were Hugo, and neither left a message. I woke up for real when it was still dark out, and a little later got a message from Hugo. I didn't really understand what he was talking about at first, but then it turns out his flight is tomorrow, and could he crash at my place today/tonight. Poor Hugo. 23 is just a bit late in life to still be making that kind of mistake, but this doesn't actually change my plans. Got him settled in, got to work. Getting ahead again, so go me!

Hugo messaged at 4 exactly asking if I was almost home, and he was waiting for me outside when I got there. I got cleaned up, said hi to Lady Miss Friday, and we walked over to Brick Bar. While we walked, he told me about a dream he'd had the night before in which he'd killed me, or possibly I'd just died, but he hid the body anyway. Bela's current project is men jumping naked on a trampoline talking about their first sexual experiences. $40 is $40, and I've done worse for less. He says I'm far and away the most popular of his last projects, the naked lit.....except for one other guy. I was shocked and delighted at the first half, and...what? whothefuckisbeforeme?! He thought that was funny, was shocked at how old I was my first time. I was shocked, in retelling the story, that I don't actually have any complaints about my first time, other than being so old and having a JewFro. I was clean, which is unusual for a bottom's first time, and did better than an average wasted 19 y/o at getting fucked. Fishes take to water like Squeak to bottoming.

We helped Bela pack up, then walked home so I could grab my bags and get fixins for pizza for dinner. On the way, he wanted to stop into Romantix. Some of the stuff I'd be interested in, but not for the $100 they want for it. The highlight of the visit came when browsing DVDs, and there was little old me, face fucking some guy on the back of RFC's PureBred. I'm a *STAR*! Tim asked if he and Pupple could come over later, I deferred to Hugo, Hugo likes Tim's cooking. Okey dokey.

Finally home and he wanted to lay down a bit, eventually putting my hand on his soft dick...which started hardening....and then he fucked me. I'm really glad I got cleaned up before the photoshoot. It wasn't our best fuck, and we didn't use lube, but that would be a really high bar to pass. And as into the fucking as I was, and as much as I needed to concentrate on not cumming too fast, I couldn't help but notice that he's still significantly thinner than he was before Hawaii.

He came inside, on our sides like usual, and I came at the same time, shooting up between our faces. I wish I was a better artist. I'd have made a heart, or a smiley face or the Sistine Chapel or something. I was clean despite the time delay and jumping I'd done, but there was a little blood in the cum. He showered after...and showered, and showered, and finally called me in to tell me to go to the store alone, because he was going to be a lot longer in the nice warm shower. I set it up so he could take a bath - I never shower at home, I'm not worried about my fraction of the water usage.

He should not have sent me to the store alone. I cannot be trusted at a store alone. I walked around trying to remember what he'd put on his pizza last time, what we still had, and what other things he'd ordered on other pizzas. Picked things up, put them back. Walked around the store and around the store and around the store. Finally settled on roasted red pepper spread instead of a can of diced tomatoes for the sauce, and plantain chips and ginger chews for his flight the next day. Tim was already there when I got home, and Hugo seemed irritated that I pulled his attention away from whatever he was doing until he saw I'd gotten him snacks for his trip, and then it was baby this and kisses that. Damn right.

The pizza came out great, and Tim was nice enough to do the dishes. Kirby came home with Cheez-Its and Hersheys, which he offered me. Thanks but still vegan. Kirby and Tim snip worse than Tim and I do, and I get the feeling with Kirby it's not as much of a joke. He's been dating a guy, Chris, for about a week, and the chemistry isn't there. I'd definitely fuck Chris, but refrained from telling Kirby that. I did tell him that it's entirely possible his disinterest with Chris is more about his own situation than Chris.

I was unreasonably exhausted, so I laid down with Lady Miss Friday for all of 5 min before my presence was requested again. Tim and Hugo made sweet potatoes, and Hugo talked about wanting to meet me in Berlin. There's a club called Lab.Oratory there, and in Hugo's words, he would feel like watching his kid at a playground there. So sweet. Kirby chattered on with me about something I was too tired to really focus on. It's his Friday, but it's only my Thursday. Tim was waiting for Tammy to call, and nearly passed out on the floor.

I got ready for bed and under the covers to wait for Hugo. He plugged in his phone next to me, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and such. All night long, I kept thinking what an amazing night I'd had, and how happy I was that Hugo had ended up staying an extra day, and I should really let well enough alone. But I'm me and I can't really do that, not with Hugo having browsed my phone a million times, and having a million swirling shady moments of his clouding my brain. The Daddy, the orgies with Paul, the late nights, the shifting schedules, and strange silences. I couldn't quite remember his password at first, but got in on the 3rd try. And there was a message to Paul, thanking him for a great time. It was yesterday afternoon, when I would have been on my lunch break. Paul had bottomed, Hugo had cum too quickly. I didn't have time to look at any other texts because I was already having trouble seeing.

I was a bit stunned and upset, some of which is strictly internal. I'm feeling less than attractive right now. I've been declined from the last two sex parties I requested, I'm not getting cast, and of course, I haven't had sex with Hugo since before Hawaii and I've severely curtailed my own sexcapades to hang out with him. So I'm upset, but not nearly as upset as I'd have been if I'd given up men entirely while waiting for his libido to come back. Which it apparently did. On his "last day." But not for me. People are so predictable. He came back to lay down, and I showed him his phone. He wanted to know why I looked - yes, he looked through my phone regularly, but I don't have a password on mine, so I must be okay with people going through it. Okay, well you entered your password in front of me, so you must've been okay with me knowing it.

He apologized profusely, asked me to say something/anything, asked me what I felt. Nothing right now. I'm gonna need some time before I feel anything, and we don't have time. He explained that we're not anything, which, okay, but then what the fuck are you doing about to sleep in my bed? He didn't even finish the statement, because while we're not boyfriends, we're obviously not "nothing." I asked to just go to bed several times, and after about 20 min of him laying on me, putting my dead arms around him and pleading, he acquiesced. But only for a few minutes. Then he turned the lights on again, and said he'd get an Uber in the morning, despite being nearly out of money for this trip. Okay. He explained he hadn't meant to fuck him, it just happened. When he saw Paul on Grindr, messaged him, and said he wanted him. Yes, that's usually how it happens. After a little more pleading, he laid down again for a minute, but then decided to go to the airport now and wait for his flight in the morning and finally left.

Okay.

Hugo had messaged me a little after 1 am, but I had just passed out. So had Billy, as he was high. Made some coffee, cleaned up a little. Just as I was about to leave for rehearsal, Tim called & texted. He was in the drive way, and could he come inside to say hi? Sure, though I'm on my way out. I was the first person to rehearsal, and pleasantly surprised to see that EOS has installed hardwood floors in what was the carpeted yoga room we use for rehearsal. I was particularly worried about learning Newsies up there. It's fine to say, audition a piece with turns on carpet. It's not fine to have every rehearsal have turns on carpet. The piece itself is cute. A sendup of various musicals, and therefore incorporating the styles of them. Unfortunately, his choreography puts me in the back for the main dance part of the piece. I'm not being arrogant when I say I'm the best dancer there, and I'm going to pull focus where ever I am on stage. If that's the back row, that's the back row.

Peter hit me up on my way back, so I invited him over. Tim's phone was still there, and he had a couple tabs open. Closed his tabs, but no clue how to let him know he'd forgotten his phone, and I hopped in the shower. But as soon as I had, I heard his voice outside my door. He'd just taken Pupple for a walk, why didn't I save his work on that open tab? Well, it's been 3 hours since you said you were stopping by to say hello, and you've literally never closed any document you've worked on at my computer, so....

Since Peter wasn't coming by, I just took Hugo to Whole Foods so he could get a sammich. Tom Miller met us at my place, and we drove over. Hugo wanted to eat his sammich inside, which I vetoed. I gave him my keys, instead, to let him run back whenever he decided he wanted to eat. There was a sign outside next to a box of masks, telling everyone to put on one before coming inside, but no one inside was wearing them. Cute. Actually cute was the tiny Chihuahua that ran up to us as soon as we entered. Her name is Dior and she's 21. Not in dog years - in people years. I planned to just sit on the ground with her for the rest of the party, but she decided she wanted to be carried instead. Hugo found their collection of David LaChapelle books, so we were kind of adorable there for a minute.

A shorter gent named Bart seemed to have a thing for me, and I'd have probably have gone home with him if I hadn't been with Hugo. Hugo wanted to know how many people at the party I'd had sex with, though the party was surprisingly light on guys I've Known. Funnily enough, the Daddy Hugo played with before showed up and was on his jock all night. Particularly when I wasn't near him, which is more upsetting. Tom was on my jock, mentioning repeatedly how great we'd be as a couple. We finally called it a night around 1, I drove us home, Hugo Ubered back to his place

4am. Are you kidding me?! Made it to work, got through the day. Suzanne was out, so there was a little more. Dave had sent a couple emails over the weekend, but I didn't get a chance to respond to them. I picked up Hugo on my way out so we could get tested. We found parking, but 1) I forgot my wallet art work, and 2, they were full of clients and short on doctors. The lady at the front desk offered to make an appointment for the next evening, but Hugo declined at the last minute, saying he'd just get tested when he gets home. Suit yourself, kid.

He had no plans for the night, so I suggested we finally make dinner together, and he suggested pizza. Since it was still so early, we zipped back down to the office so I could get my wallet, but then hit awful traffic on the way back. Everything was backed up for blocks. Hugo apparently gets motion sickness, so he spent most of the trip groaning and whining in the passenger seat. Finally got to the store, picked up fixins. Tim asked if he could bring Pupple by, I deferred to Hugo, Hugo deferred to me, I finally said sure. We actually had a good time making the pizza....or Hugo watching me make pizza. Also, it was one of the better pizzas I've made, and even the TJ's vegan cheese came out pretty well. We chatted on the couch after briefly. Hugo is very upset about his trip coming to a close and leaving me. He's odd - very reserved, to the point of being cold, but then suddenly gushing some real and slightly uncomfortable emotion. We laid down after dinner, and he might have fallen asleep briefly on top of me. I thought we might fuck, but then Tim showed up. I was a little irritated that he'd even asked to come over on VD when I was making dinner with Hugo, but it turned out to be fine. Tim made the sweet potatoes that we brought, Hugo gave Pupple some treats...but also snapped, and clapped, and was generally very jumpy. In the course of our dinner discussion, I discovered that he's actually Albanian, but his parents moved from Kosovo before he was born. I kicked everyone out around 9:30, which meant giving Hugo a ride home and then kicking Tim out again when I got back. Too tired to do anything but crash.

Woke up to a text from Julian. A song title (Almost Lover, A Fine Frenzy) and then an hour later "I do miss you." I can't think of anything to say to him that, coming from me, wouldn't make things ultimately worse so I didn't respond. At work I still felt like lead, but I forced myself to work out which helped. Didn't make it home until a little after 5. I was going to tap out of the game night in favor of slutting around, but as soon as I walked in the door, Daniel said the host was getting vegan food just for me. Alright. Missed an invite from Monday's top to share a bottom, too, though I couldn't have gone now. Alright.

Elisa lives near Mesa College with her boyfriend John. I'm a San Diego native, a graduate of Mesa, and continued dancing there for a long time after. So naturally, I had no idea where we were going. Her and her husband are hilarious, wonderful people. Apparently her work had ordered pizza from Z Pizza, she requested a vegan one be included in it, and then brought it home. There was some confusion as to whether Jeff was coming or not, and also confusion whether he was high or not. Elisa gave Daniel a hug which turned into him sobbing in her arms for an uncomfortably long time.

We played Ticket to Ride, which was much more fun than I'd thought it would be. I might even buy a copy, even though it's neither a fantasy game, nor cooperative. On second thought, as I type this, I don't think I will. Daniel asked me if we could send an Uber for Jeff, since he was having trouble getting bus fare to get up here. Or I could just go get him? Picked him up off 9th Ave, along with all his stuff. Daniel's desperation was fogging up my windows, though I'm not really sure what he's looking for from Jeff. Jeff was either still high or just coming down, but definitely not in his right head. It was a little surreal, playing Castle Panic and then Clue with someone like that, but it was one of the more fun game nights I think I've had, all considered. Elisa and John think I'm delightful, and the feeling is quite mutual.

Leaving, Daniel asked if Jeff wanted us to drop him off somewhere, but he didn't reply. I took us all home, poured a glass of wine for Daniel, and left them to their own devices. Hugo messaged me from Hawaii. His libido is back again, and he's played with two guys since he arrived. Fought down the surprisingly minor (for me) surge of jealousy, wished him a good trip. Unfortunately, he won't quite be gone two weeks. He comes back on the 10th, which is when I leave for PS.

I'd have liked to go out and fuck, but my stomach wasn't okay, and I didn't want to be getting cleaned up while Daniel and Jeff had a heart to heart in my living room. They joined me to say goodbye, Jeff jumped on me as I was getting up. I offered him a ride where ever he was going, but he was undecided on that. Because 1am is the perfect time to be just figuring out where to go, and a street corner is a much better place to do that than inside with WiFi. Okay, door is open if you change your mind. Daniel wanted to cuddle with me, and I had to break it to him that I'm just not a cuddler. Not unless we're really close *and* I'm wasted or exhausted. I think he was going to go out himself, but ultimately crashed after his shower.

Hugo had suggested it was just exhaustion that made everything so strange, but I didn't feel much different when I woke up. He'd also messaged me to make sure I got home okay. Scored great parking, which is always a plus. I was very distracted at work, and barely managed to do a single set of crunches and essential functions done. Spent a lot of time parsing JJD's psychological issues, so I guess he was having a similarly distracted day. Roommate Nick broke up with his boyfriend, which isn't terribly surprising given the tensions they seemed to be having last time. I'll be taking him out partying once I'm up to it.

Hugo messaged me towards the end of the day, saying it was okay if I didn't want to take him to LA or see him again. That's sweet? But still weird? And also said last night wasn't weird for him. Stopped at the store then finally made it to the couch with Lady Miss Friday. Bryan wanted to go out, but most places were dead. I'm generally quite happy with how I deal with upsets, but I suddenly wished I was the sort of person who parties it out. Had a couple drinks, though it wasn't really working for me, finally jerked off and went to bed. That's a plus, actually, as I hadn't done anything since Monday.

Managed two workouts during the day but still didn't feel quite well enough to go to the gym. Unfortunately, I also ate too much at home, though it was just "meatballs." I was going to walk over to the auditions, but then I remembered I still need to go grocery shopping. I think it still took me longer than if I'd just walked, given the parking situation, but I was relatively early.

Overall, it was a great audition. I felt good about the movement and the feeling of each piece. There were louder, hammier dancers there, which I always back off from. I refuse to get into a proverbial or literal shouting match to stand out. I refuse to do it when they're better dancers, because that's ultimately embarassing, and I refuse to do it when I'm a better dancer, because my dancing will speak for itself.

The first combo was to "My Shot" from Hamilton, a song they're not even doing in the show. Presumably something to do with the money for the rights. I'm delighted that show brings so much joy to my friends and is such a milestone in theatre history, but if people could stop sucking Hamilton dick for like...a second, that would be so great. And I'm the last person to suggest anyone stop sucking dick. It was only two 8 counts and not terribly complex, but Joe kept changing the counts. When we finally did it to music, the results were mixed. Keith and RC showed up just as we were about to split into groups and perform. RC either taped it on his phone or was busy playing Angry Birds.

Keith's number was next, lifted directly from the Hairspray Live! version of "You Can't Stop The Beat." It turns out I'm not very good at the Funky Chicken. But the rest of it was fine, and my performance quality was fine, if they didn't mind my lip synching the whole time. The last number, another tiny two 8 count bit from Newsies, was no fucking joke. Attitude turn into a half-time double into a tour en l'air, on carpet. I loved it. I could have done it all night, and I really hope that most of the dancing in the show is this style. All of the other auditioners decidedly did not love it, though, and GMC is more about community participation than best possible shows, so we'll see.

Watched a couple episodes of 30 Rock before crashing with Lady Miss Friday, and one of them included the awesome Jenna quote: "That's for my cell phone, that's for my laptop, that's for my erotic massager, and that one's for something personal." I feel more like her all the time.

I've heard less from Hugo this week than usual. I messaged him on Tuesday evening, but he just said he was having a great week. He's leaving on the first, so maybe he's letting things cool down before he does? He hasn't let me know what's going on with his post-Hawaii plans, either. I have a big party to go to in LA on Saturday, so that would actually be kind of convenient.

Slept well, got up early, edged a little, then got cleaned up. Edged a little too long, really, so ran behind on getting cleaned up. Almost opted just for a quick clean instead of a deep clean, but given the size of my costars, I figured it would be better to be late and make sure than on time and iffy. After all was said and done, I was less than 5 min late, and got there before the other performers, actually. We all introduced ourselves, talked about what we're into/not into. Demetrius and Red were the tops, a stocky, muscled gent named Daxton was the other bottom. I don't think the other guys understood the assignment, since all of them gave some variation on "I like whatever's fun." Weirdly, Rob apparently didn't know I was into felching. I'm not sure how, though, since I literally ask to do it every shoot.

The shoot started with me chained to the wall watching Red fuck Daxton. I've never really been into cuckolding, but whatever. Daxton was straight up *huffing* poppers, and kept stopping Red from fucking him. To be perfectly honest, I was a little worried about taking Red myself, given Daxton's trouble. They finally took me down from the wall, Red fucked me and actually felt great. Not too long, very thick. He fucked me for a while, I had Daxton ride my face, then Demetrius came in. Red is huge, Demetrius is *massive.* Almost as thick, but at least 10 inches long. He was much harder and fucked much harder, but I'm a trooper so I took it. Right up until I started bleeding, anyway. Had to stop the shoot, apply cold water, he washed off. I felt terrible.

We started the shoot again, and I asked him to not be so rough...and had to keep reminding him that. Rob asked me to cum, despite it not having been very long. Um...okay....I shot my load, jumped out of the scene, and both tops moved over to Daxton. It was kind of awkward standing there waiting for the rest of a several hour shoot. Or at least, it would have been, but Daxton started bleeding much more heavily than I did as soon as the moved on from oral to fucking. In a bit of a panic, Rob asked if I could still get fucked. Of course I can. Red started fucking me while Daxton and Demetrius were still getting cleaned up - the cameras weren't even on when we started. When Demetrius came back, the two of them tag teamed me for roughly an eternity. I was in a literal puddle of sweat by the time Demetrius finally came. I felt really bad for Daxton, because he couldn't really bottom and couldn't get hard to top. It was still vindicating that they tried to cast me as a minor role and I ended up starring. Rob said he might need me again tomorrow if he couldn't find a different bottom. Okay. I mean, I literally just saved your very expensive shoot, but sure, I'll still be just backup.

Dave came over to discuss the business, fundraising and the like. He's a lot more optimistic than I am, but I'm certainly willing to try it. I also want to film more amateur porn to put on Pornhub, just for funsies. Matt messaged me, asking if I had plans for the night. No, not really - what've you got? Oh, nothing, just wanted to join me if I had plans. Of course. I'd messaged Hugo, asking about where in HI he was going, and he finally got back to me a few hours later. Waikiki, and he was going to Evolution, if I'd care to join. I offered to pick him up, but I guess he was already in Hillcrest, so I picked him up at The Rail. And he'd already been to Evolution, so I'm not sure what he was inviting me to? We ended up walking around Balboa Park for a couple hours, looking at puppy dogs and people. It was his friend's birthday and he agreed to go out with her, so I needed to get him back to his place by 8:30. We had enough time to fuck, but he was wishy-washy about where. My place..no, his place, no my place...no, in my car in Balboa Park. Parked the car, started taking my pants off, but he freaked out about the possibility of getting caught. Probably for the best.

We stopped for dinner at Jimbo's, which didn't really have anything appetizing, and everything was overpriced. I finally settled on some spicy noodles. They were small, but cheap. Dropped him off at home, finally got a minute to rest at home. Andrew, a strange boy who lives in GA but wants to move to SD, had been asking me for photos or a Skype session because...reasons? I don't know. And he keeps insisting that we're going to be husbands or lovers. FHA came over, which gave me an excuse to sign off with Andrew. He just got a tattoo which is kind of brilliant. An animator's cell, with the center blank so he can customize it himself. Hugo met another gay boy at the club and wanted to take him dancing with us. Fine by me! FHA opted out of the evening, which is only odd because he opted in so he could meet Hugo.

Picked up Hugo outside the club - I guess his friend was too drunk to join us - and then headed to Flick's. We had a surprisingly fun time there, and I even ran into a friend from high school. We were never close, so I'm weirded out that he remembers (and recognizes) me nearly 20 years later. A couple guys wanted to pick me up, but I introduced them all to Hugo, who has had disastrous results from 3 ways in the past. We stayed until closing, him lamenting how early clubs close here. We could've actually gone to Club San Diego if he still wanted to hear music, but I don't think that would've been a good idea. I also offered to have our own dance party at my place, but he opted for bed, though not sleep. Fucking me, he encouraged me to take poppers, though he declined them. If I must. It took me forever to cum, and much as I'm loving being a shooter, it's getting a bit awkward at this point. I don't really want to have to wash my sheets and pillowcases everyday, but I'm not sure where else I should be aiming. Finally curled up next to each other and passed out.

Woke up waaaaaay before Hugo, but made good use of the time. Worked out in the living room...or tried to, since I almost immediately got a nosebleed while doing pushups. Fuck. I still did a TON of crunches, a little leg work, then got cleaned up and got back in bed with Hugo. That boy can fucking sleep. And then lay in bed when he's not sleeping. Forever. He moved my hand down to his dick, so I rode him until he came, then shot next to him. Not my usual geyser, but enough that I needed to wash the sheets and pillow cases.

Took him to the Farmer's Market, he got us breakfast from Anthem Vegan, even though he couldn't really finish his because it was too "meaty." I mostly enjoyed holding his hand and looking at all the puppy dogs. He was going to Uber home, but I do have Tim's car, so I might as well use it. He mentioned seeing me on Tuesday, which seems odd to say Sunday at 2pm, but I guess.

I found myself strangely *exhausted* when I got home, even though I hadn't done much during the day. Crashed for a bit, and had a really hard time getting back up again. There was a new Leather event at Merrow that I considered going to, but of course had a hard time getting up the motivation to go for. Hugo messaged me around 9, asking my plans for the night, then suggested "Go out with Hugo?" I found this unreasonably charming, though how much of it is the unconventionality of it and how much is infatuation, I can't say. Tim was on his way back, so I said I'd grab him when he got there.

Tim got there a little late - just after Lady Miss Friday had started purring next to me, actually. I got cleaned up, then finally headed down to pick up Hugo. The Merrow was damn near empty when we got there. I'm not actually sure how long the event was supposed to go for, since it started at 8, but it was not quite 11 and dead. Dimitri had gone, but lost his puppy mitts there, and was very upset about it.

Hugo begged off of PECS since he'd been walking around PB all day, but offered to just crash in my bed while I went out. I should have taken him up on it, but went home with him instead. Tim was still there, which was a little odd, and Pupple barked when we came in, so maybe it's good that I was there. Took my meds and such, laid down, then Hugo wanted to fool around. I wasn't 100% sure of myself, so wanted to get cleaned up first, but he didn't want to fuck? Or something. And he kept telling me to wake up, even though I was awake and active. It was surreal and not really pleasant, but he finally came in my mouth, and my shot ended up all over his back.

Overall, while I had a good day, I'm kind of upset that this is the second holiday weekend where I've not gone out for Sunday Funday, and therefore don't really need the day off the next day.

I actually did feel much better when I got up, and even better than that throughout the day. What I didn't feel like doing was working, but I didn't have anything better to do. I worked out twice in my office, talked with JJD a bunch, and viewed my credit score. I was worried because of the various tickets other people got on cars that were in my name, but it turns out there was a recent lawsuit mandating that cities can't report those to credit bureaus. Makes sense, because there's no credit involved in getting a parking ticket. I'm at 751 with two of the bureaus. Go me!

I messaged Hugo when I got home, but he didn't reply immediately. I figured he was napping or "napping," and weirdly wasn't bothered either way. Did some essential things around the house and the self - took out the trash, made my bed, showered, trimmed my beard, etc. Tim asked if he could come pick up his paperwork, and I said sure, so of course he still wasn't there when Hugo messaged me. He'd been napping. Gave Tim his paperwork, walked around getting ready, finally left to pick up Hugo. I told Tim I'd be about 30 min, he said he might still be there. Don't.

Hugo had gotten me a welcome mat with a dog bone and the word "woof" on it. I've already got my "wipe your paws" one out front, so I'm using it as a kitchen mat. I'd been going to maybe have people over for board games or something, but Hugo never answered whether he liked them or not. Instead we fucked for a couple hours in my room, then again in the living room. He keeps sitting on me as though he's bottoming, but I don't think he has any idea how to get cleaned up as a bottom. And he's such a hippy, he doesn't use soap most of the time. He fucked me again in the living room, and this time I came for him. Another geyser.

He wanted to go out to Numbers, but it was well after midnight by then. I was going to make the effort, but he said it was okay. We laid on the couch holding each other a while longer, but I finally had to drive him home. He invited me up, but not to spend the night, so I crashed with Lady Miss Friday instead.

I was so tired at work all day, but managed to work out several times in the office, go to the store on the way home, do the dishes, and make the bed before driving down to pick up Hugo. Tim asked if he could come over while I was still on my way back. I never know how to beat around the bush with these things, though we're largely at a point in our Exhood that we can discuss them freely, so I just told him I was picking up a boy.

Rolling around on the bed,I thought he might fuck me bare this time, but he didn't seem to make any actual movement to, just teasing me with the head of his dick...or maybe I just didn't give him long enough before grabbing a condom? Rolled one on, rode him, he pounded me for a while, I sprayed everywhere again. This time I hit his face, too, which I thought was unfortunate given his mixed reactions to cum. But right after we got him cleaned up, he sat me down on top of him and slowly pushed himself inside me, sans condom. And fucked me and fucked me and fucked me, and finally came inside. And then was so sensitive he had to stay inside for another few minutes, still hard. So romantical.

We finally put some clothes on, he asked me to take him over to Evolution. I'd eaten *tons* of "meatballs" during the day, so I wasn't hungry at all, but had no problem getting him there before closing. That place brings back memories, though outside of it being the first time I heard Beirut, they're mostly of Ken, so I'm glad to make new ones. As soon as we got home, Tim messaged me that he was parking....I didn't tell him he could come over, but I'm pretty excited to introduce everyone to Hugo, so I wasn't terribly bothered. Tim and Hugo got along quite well, actually, though mostly on agreeing that I'm a sex addict and various jokes to that effect. For the record, I'll point out again that I've never cheated on a partner, never gotten in trouble at work, with family, etc. from sex, so I don't really meet any rational definition of "addict." Tim needed my kitchen to make a couple of pot pies, so he cooked while Hugo ate. Tim is apparently seeing someone now, which is stellar.

A bit late, but Tim finally got his stuff together and left, I cleaned up dinner, and Hugo got in bed with me. He briefly fucked me dry, but decided against a full blown session again. I used his cum as lube and shot buckets for the 4th time in 2 days. I could only wish this was my norm.