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#14 Staying In and Eating Out

Dear Journal,

Day 2 at the St. Regis and all I gotta say is "Damn, what a night!". I was surprised to wake up and still see George in my bed.

"Mmm... Good Morning." he groaned, just waking up.

But that's not all that woke me. I forgot that I hadn't (really) eaten anything that night so my stomach was growling like hungry ho's who had got kicked outta her man's house early that morning without breakfast and a hello. Womp. And apparently George was hungry too because I heard his stomach growling too. 

George: "I'm sorry, I must've forgotten to eat last night."

Me: "Oh yeah, me too actually, I'm still pretty hungry even after... ya know"

George: "Oh? haha. Well, you look good enough to eat... In fact."

And once he said that, in no time George had me flipped over on my back, ass gaping wide open. He sure had some strong hands because even if I wanted to get this man's tongue out of my crack I don't think I physically could. 

"You like that?", he came up for air to say.

"Yeah, baby, eat it!" I moaned.

After a couple more minutes of chowing down on that ripe hole like an animal, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and made me hold my legs to my chest. 

"Keep em there." he commanded

"Yessir" I agreed

"Think you're ready for some breakfast sausage?" He asked

He knew the answer was yes. I could feel all ten inches of his big bratwurst squeezing its way into my tiny pink hole. Damn, this guy gave new meaning to the term "full" for me! I started squeezing my hole around his dick. He really liked it, I could tell from the way he slightly moaned and squinted each time I did it. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby" He, gasped "Stick your tongue out!"

Let's just say I got more of it on me than in me...I heard this stuff was good for your skin anyway.

So I rubbed it in. 

Time to get ready for my day. I wonder what this whole ordeal is about anyway. I'll write when something new develops. Call me Sherlock, BITCH. 

Sincerely,

Rick

p.s.

Or daddy. Either is fine.

#13 Hotel Room Service

Dear Journal,

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. 

#12 One, Two, Three-Way

Dear Journal,

I've been gone for a while, but I'd be a bastard if I didn't tell you how the rest of the day went after Jack answered the door...

It turns out the visitor was a Mormon who wanted to lecture us about the virtues of Mormon-ism or something like that. More importantly, he was a HOT mormon, so Jack just couldn't find the strength to turn him away.

Turns out that this Mormon guy didn't have the strength to resist his urges when he saw me half-erect cock hanging outta my boxers. He just stopped and stared in awe. Fast-forward through a bit of coaxing and dirty talk from Jack and I and we had this Mormon sandwiched between us on Jack's bed.

Jack and I are big givers. We gave this guy both of our cocks at once. He didn't know he could do it but pretty soon we proved him wrong. We started humping the fuck out of this guy --and he was having the time of his life! He loved it so much he let me and Jack shoot inside of him. He moaned like crazy as our hot, salty seed filled him up. 

"How 'bout we finish him off, Rick?", said Jack

We laid him out on his back on the bed. Man, was his cock big; it was one of the biggest meat sticks we'd ever seen! We both made our way down to his crotch with our tongues. He wanted it bad; the slightest lick made him moan. It wasn't hard at all to make him explode...

He made sure to leave us a big thank you (all over the sheets) to show his appreciation.

Damn, we need more Mormons in this neighborhood. We're gonna have to keep him around for a while... you know... for Mormon stuff.

;)

Until Next Time

Sincerely,

p.s.

If you've seen The Book of Mormon, insert witty reference here.

p.p.s

If you've seen Latter Days, insert witty reference here. 

  

#11 Tight Grip

Dear Journal,

So after Jack and I realized that we wanted to be more than good friends, Jack was spending more and more time over at my place. It was really fun! We had even given each other keys to our respective houses. Usually he stays over at my house which means that I would have someone to help me out with my morning wood, however the night before he went back to his place. I reached into my undies and tried to "work it out" myself...

but, alas, Little Rick had grown accustomed to Jack's warm accommodating mouth. I couldn't blame him, Jack sucked dick liked a pro (because he was).

After failing to satisfy myself as Jack so easily does, I decided to have breakfast over at his place. He never buys cereal so I grabbed two bowls and my box of Frosted Mini Wheats and headed over. 

So fast forward and we're sitting and eating Mini Wheats when Jack notices my hand descending to my briefs and rubbing them firmly. That morning wood was very persistant-- and seeing Jack in a tight shirt wasn't making it any better. Jack knew what was up already and he stood up and walked behind me. Without warning, he thrusted his hand right down my boxers and whipped out my dick. Damn, this guy really cuts to the chase, right?

He lubed me up with some of his good ol' reliably warm spit and started hammering away at my bone. Jeez, Jack jacked like a pro! He has a really firm grip, but he knows when to loosen it as well. His fist was gliding and grinding over my dick like crazy!

"How'd you get so good at this?", I said.

"Haha yeeeears of practice.", he chuckled.

Even though he laughed as he talked to me, he was 100% serious when it came to getting me off. To him, it wasn't a game. It was a sport-- and he was the reigning champ. 

He continued furiously stroking my wood and feeling me up. He started licking my ear and then he whispered something

"Cum for me baby. You can do it..."

As soon as he said that wouldn't ya know, semen shot out my dick like fire hose. It was thick, creamy and hot.

"Good work, babe", he said.

After the creamy end, he got a towel and started cleaning me, and some other things I hit as well, up. He licked up the globs that landed on my ear and the side of my face. I was still having spasms when there was a knock at the door. Jake gave me a pat on the back and proceeded to go see who was at the door. 

Things were about to get a bit more interesting...

Until Next Time.

Sincerely,

p.s.

Here's a little hint...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pi7gwX7rjOw