Well.....that was quite an absence! I will provide a short update and a shout out to those who messaged me and said "hey are you alright?" It really made me feel great.
The Past. I think you know this part but COVID-19 really screwed with me. School shut down (no graduation); lost my school-funded on campus job (no money); the dorms shut down (no place to live). Remember -- my mom is basically a meth head nut job (sorry Mom but you know it's true) going home to some mansion with a nice pool like my other fellow Bruins did wasn't an option. No job; no place to live; needing internet for school; I "shacked up" with an older man.
The Shit House. He lives in LA (convenient) and I had my own room (small but fine). I helped around the house (which became more and more cumbersome) and he got to blow me whenever he wanted. That was his thing -- not fucking; just him sucking me. It became fairly taxing (3 times a day, often occurring in the middle of the night when he "roamed"), Things went OK; but he became rougher and more abusive. If I came too quick, he'd complain and hit or slap me. If I couldn't get it up (because it was 3 am and he came rambling in and I was in a deep sleep) he'd knee me in the nuts and walk out. Yes, of course, I'd complain and threaten the next morning to hurt him back and he'd say "move out then. do it now." Ehhhhh, I'd backtrack. Pandemic in full shutdown mode; no jobs; no money (I couldn't get unemployment but did get the $1,200) so I thought "I'll make it work."
Enter the "Married Guy." Later (in May) his "work friend" (whatever that meant) started coming over. Married guy about 45 or so and very hairy. Married guy probably should not be married as he seems to like cock way more than pussy but I stayed out of it. He too got to blow me but he was actually much better at it so I didn't mind as much as maybe I should have. He could take more of my cock and he would rub the part he didn't with his hand so it as a blow-hand job. One problem was I would always cum with him and then Mr. Landlord would want to blow me and it was hard to get hard and "perform" so quickly. But I survived.
School is Wacked. So, school was a disaster. Online course for architecture major? Drafting and design courses on Zoom? Just doesn't work. So I deferred a few courses and now have to do a full year more to graduate (thanks pandemic). We start soon but it is a real mess. Plus, all of LA is on fire so that's nice.
Depression. During the pandemic, I started getting depressed. School was fucked; no money; living with a mean, abusive sex maniac and having "sex" that I didn't enjoy and didn't look forward to. I started smoking too much weed. I started drifting. I started cruising because I just had to get out. I would go for walks showing a bulge in West Hollywood. Guys (some ok; some gross; some sketchy) would stare, give me "the look" and then, if I wanted to, we'd furtively hook up with some oral or jacking somewhere (alley? their apartment if close by? behind a car?). I felt gross and depressed but compelled to do this.
question: did anyone else have just explosive and compulsive sex drive as part of this pandemic? It was liked I was stoned and mega horny the whole time. i'd mess with 4 or 5 guys on a single walk. (not cumming each time of course). I was taking cialis and perpetually erect. I had these meaty, thick, large loads. It was crazy. It was pure hormonal and pure self destruction. It's like I wanted to get caught for public indecency.
Anyway, I decided it was dumb and I was depressed. This behavior started causing The Landlord to be agitated. He didn't know what I was doing, of course, but he was made that I wasn't performing the same way. Plus he didn't like that I was always high.
The Showdown. So this became more of a train wreck each day. In mid-June, Mr. Landlord got called back to work. He wanted me to move out (he said he didn't trust me in his place with him not there). I was super nice and talked him into it (mostly by giving him head and a handjob for the first time ever -- small dick [5"?] and even smaller load but he enjoyed it). But you know how this goes -- I began hooking up with a couple of guys from online at his place. It felt so relieving to meet and have sex with cool guys my age.
But in mid-July, he came home mid-afternoon for some reason. And, well, let me just say this -- he was not happy. A fight broke up and, tired of being his whipping boy, I pretty much knocked him out (remember, I wrestled in high school so I am tougher than it might appear!). For the record and as I told the police and a judge (yup you read that right), he took a swing at me first (he did). But he is old and just a bully and I merely defended myself (two hits to the stomach; a leg kick and a punch to the left jaw which put him out clod). I was not trying to knock him; just make him stop.
The Aftermath. Yes, he did cal the police. Yes, I did get arrested (assault). Yes, they did decline to prosecute after he decided "not to cooperate" because someone was going to have to explain why I was living there in the first place! Justice! But, of course, he kicked me out. Kept much of my stuff.
Nowadays: Living with a friend from school. He has a nice two bedroom condo in Westwood that his parents bought for him and he is letting me stay in the second bedroom. It's not sexual (he is straight) but it is a nice friend.
Next. New photos coming! New stories coming
Thanks. To those of oyu who reached out ot me and worried -- it meant more than you can imagine, Mr. Evil Landlord restricted my access online and would review what I was looking at so I was careful not to out him on here. Message me and ask away -- I love chatting.
The Past. I think you know this part but COVID-19 really screwed with me. School shut down (no graduation); lost my school-funded on campus job (no money); the dorms shut down (no place to live). Remember -- my mom is basically a meth head nut job (sorry Mom but you know it's true) going home to some mansion with a nice pool like my other fellow Bruins did wasn't an option. No job; no place to live; needing internet for school; I "shacked up" with an older man.
The Shit House. He lives in LA (convenient) and I had my own room (small but fine). I helped around the house (which became more and more cumbersome) and he got to blow me whenever he wanted. That was his thing -- not fucking; just him sucking me. It became fairly taxing (3 times a day, often occurring in the middle of the night when he "roamed"), Things went OK; but he became rougher and more abusive. If I came too quick, he'd complain and hit or slap me. If I couldn't get it up (because it was 3 am and he came rambling in and I was in a deep sleep) he'd knee me in the nuts and walk out. Yes, of course, I'd complain and threaten the next morning to hurt him back and he'd say "move out then. do it now." Ehhhhh, I'd backtrack. Pandemic in full shutdown mode; no jobs; no money (I couldn't get unemployment but did get the $1,200) so I thought "I'll make it work."
Enter the "Married Guy." Later (in May) his "work friend" (whatever that meant) started coming over. Married guy about 45 or so and very hairy. Married guy probably should not be married as he seems to like cock way more than pussy but I stayed out of it. He too got to blow me but he was actually much better at it so I didn't mind as much as maybe I should have. He could take more of my cock and he would rub the part he didn't with his hand so it as a blow-hand job. One problem was I would always cum with him and then Mr. Landlord would want to blow me and it was hard to get hard and "perform" so quickly. But I survived.
School is Wacked. So, school was a disaster. Online course for architecture major? Drafting and design courses on Zoom? Just doesn't work. So I deferred a few courses and now have to do a full year more to graduate (thanks pandemic). We start soon but it is a real mess. Plus, all of LA is on fire so that's nice.
Depression. During the pandemic, I started getting depressed. School was fucked; no money; living with a mean, abusive sex maniac and having "sex" that I didn't enjoy and didn't look forward to. I started smoking too much weed. I started drifting. I started cruising because I just had to get out. I would go for walks showing a bulge in West Hollywood. Guys (some ok; some gross; some sketchy) would stare, give me "the look" and then, if I wanted to, we'd furtively hook up with some oral or jacking somewhere (alley? their apartment if close by? behind a car?). I felt gross and depressed but compelled to do this.
question: did anyone else have just explosive and compulsive sex drive as part of this pandemic? It was liked I was stoned and mega horny the whole time. i'd mess with 4 or 5 guys on a single walk. (not cumming each time of course). I was taking cialis and perpetually erect. I had these meaty, thick, large loads. It was crazy. It was pure hormonal and pure self destruction. It's like I wanted to get caught for public indecency.
Anyway, I decided it was dumb and I was depressed. This behavior started causing The Landlord to be agitated. He didn't know what I was doing, of course, but he was made that I wasn't performing the same way. Plus he didn't like that I was always high.
The Showdown. So this became more of a train wreck each day. In mid-June, Mr. Landlord got called back to work. He wanted me to move out (he said he didn't trust me in his place with him not there). I was super nice and talked him into it (mostly by giving him head and a handjob for the first time ever -- small dick [5"?] and even smaller load but he enjoyed it). But you know how this goes -- I began hooking up with a couple of guys from online at his place. It felt so relieving to meet and have sex with cool guys my age.
But in mid-July, he came home mid-afternoon for some reason. And, well, let me just say this -- he was not happy. A fight broke up and, tired of being his whipping boy, I pretty much knocked him out (remember, I wrestled in high school so I am tougher than it might appear!). For the record and as I told the police and a judge (yup you read that right), he took a swing at me first (he did). But he is old and just a bully and I merely defended myself (two hits to the stomach; a leg kick and a punch to the left jaw which put him out clod). I was not trying to knock him; just make him stop.
The Aftermath. Yes, he did cal the police. Yes, I did get arrested (assault). Yes, they did decline to prosecute after he decided "not to cooperate" because someone was going to have to explain why I was living there in the first place! Justice! But, of course, he kicked me out. Kept much of my stuff.
Nowadays: Living with a friend from school. He has a nice two bedroom condo in Westwood that his parents bought for him and he is letting me stay in the second bedroom. It's not sexual (he is straight) but it is a nice friend.
Next. New photos coming! New stories coming
Thanks. To those of oyu who reached out ot me and worried -- it meant more than you can imagine, Mr. Evil Landlord restricted my access online and would review what I was looking at so I was careful not to out him on here. Message me and ask away -- I love chatting.