Day 3 of No Nut November Be Like

I promised to speak of james. He has the kindof maturity that only one who survives chaos has. James is a real one. A gay one.

A gay one from ruthless Los Angeles. Did sexwork to get by. Became a kindof concubine to some drug-addicted finance guy. Live-in, and a weekly salary. But he was abusive. And after a few years he asked James to drive to Texas to pickup pounds of ketamine I think. Gave him i think it was either 1k or 5k. Cash. James drove somewhere else and left him. Betraying him would surely bring the noose tighter on his next victim, but james didn't need to be homeless or housed in an exploitative way anymore. It is also possible this man wanted to be rid of James and made him think it was his own idea.

Eventually James married a military man, and moved back to California. I met him working there at the good job. He advertised one of his legal sex work services to me, molding and casting my johnson. I said no. Later I said yes, but chickened out. I fried my phone so I couldn't come back. I was too shy to ask for his number again. Frying your phone is embarrassing. I wouldn't be surprised if he also does illegal sex work to get by.

James lets queer people in need stay with him. Last one I saw was a young aimless bum who takes care of his looks. James pays for his gym membership, weed, and food in exchange for head. James is a real one. A gay one.