It's been a while... again.
Jack died suddenly in a car crash while coming home from Chipotle about a year ago. I was feeling down about it -even more so because I was the one who had sent him out late that night. It seemed like once he was gone I had lost everything: my vitality, my drive, and even my libido. I just couldn't bring myself to do anything, but that all changed when I got a surprise invitation in the mail this morning.
Who had sent me this invitation, and why did they want to keep their identity a secret? And why do they love me??? No offense, self, but you've punched a few grandmas in the grocery store... Well, whoever it was and for whatever reason I didn't really care. I didn't have much excitement going on in my life right now anyway so I said "What the hell", and just packed my bags for sunny San Fran.
Boy that was a long-ass, fucking flight! I got to the St. Regis just when midnight hit, and the only thing shittier than U.S. Airways aesthetic is their in-flight food. I was hungry as fuck so all I could do when I got to my room was change into a t-shirt and sprawl out on the bed. After a few minutes of calming down I was all like, "Shit, I'm still hungry!". Seems I forgot about that. Well, they did say all expenses paid so I guess it was high time I took them up on that offer. I picked up the sleek, black cordless room phone and dialed the number for room service. A guy named Joe picked up the phone and told me to go ahead with my order. Not caring about my sexy body anymore after the death of Jack, I began ordering food with abandon, with the most noteworthy item on the list being a big, juicy slab of steak. One so big it would choke a baby. Joe told me that it'd be right up...
After about 10 minutes of waiting I was about to go bananerz when I finally heard a knock at the door, followed by,
"Room Service!"
I jumped outta the bed and within seconds I was opening the door, but I did not expect what was behind it...
"Hey, I heard you ordered the steak, correct?" he said.
"Yes that's right, but where is it? I don't see it.", I replied in a whiny way.
"Oh, I've got your meat, but it's not from any cow.", he responded.
"Then where is the meat, and what animal did it come from?", I answered, annoyed.
"Close your eyes and open your mouth and you'll find out..." He told me.
So I closed my eyes and opened my mouth just for kicks. I was standing there for a full minute before I sensed something happening. This guy put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to a kneeling position, and then he said.
"This cut of meat is from a George. I think you'll find it super thick, juicy, and veryyyyyyyyyy satisfying.
Now open wide."
Wow, George tasted really good. I could barely get my mouth around it because it was so thick. With every bob it got a little saltier but that's just how I like it. I opened my eyes and to no surprise this guy had his cock in my mouth. He started moaning loudly after a couple minutes of spit-shining.
"Tastes good doesn't it?! Yeah, you ready for some dessert?!" He moaned.
Before I could even nod I felt a thick load of salty George shooting into my mouth.
"Swallow for me baby." he said.
"Why not", I thought to myself, and gulped him down like a cold Gatorade.
Damn, I wasn't even hungry after that, which is good because at that point I was ready to collapse into bed. Apparently, I really took it out of my room service guy too by how tired he looked now. I invited him to spend the night with me, they've got a ton of staff in room service so they shouldn't mind if one went missing. So we both crawled into bed, naked and wet. I don't know what I did with the covers but this man was enough of a blanket for me anyway. Now I still was nowhere closer to finding out why I had been so suddenly invited to this place, but right now that really didn't matter.
Until Next Time
Sincerely,
Rick
p.s.
This guy keeps getting erections in his sleep. Yay.
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