Welcoming The New Neighbor

Welcoming the new neighbor

#14 You Horny?

Dear Journal, 

So George left to get back to work, bummer, but I told him that when I get hungry later I would def give him a ring to order some more 'room service'... His absence gave me just enough time to figure out who the manager of this hotel was. Apparently his name was Stan, and he supposedly sent me the invitation, so I took a trip down to his office. In the basement. The particularly dimly lit basement, lit only by glow of several walkway torches. Hmm, dangerous. 

I get to this huge wooden door labeled "Stan", and boy did I give that wood a knockin'. And once Stan finally opened the door I could tell that soon I'd be knockin' on some more 'wood' shortly. 

Damn was that a sexy-ass manager! Also he had no clothes on, which was wicked-sweet because his body looked better than cheesecake tastes! And cheesecake is fucking delicious. 

"Wassup, Rick." He said rhetorically

"You know 'What's Up', why'd you send me this invitation, Stan?" I asked, in a non-serious way because his sexy body was distracting me. 

"Heh, well first-off my name's not Stan, it's SATAN. They keep forgetting to put that last 'A' in my name for Christ's sake. Secondly, I brought you here because I need to ask something of you." he said

"Hmm, I don't know, you ARE Satan and-all.." I remarked. "What could I do for you that you can't do yourself anyway? Don't you have like, superpowers or some shit like that? And where are your horns?!" I said

"I need you to collect the souls of evil people for me by fucking their brains out. Literally. I can't do it myself, and if I could, I'd have already done it." He said.

"Well, what's in it for me... Besides the gay sex, that is.", I said

"Fulfill the prophecy and I will bring your 'Jack' back to life."

"I'll need a minute to think about it." I said, tempted.

"Very well, then why don't you come relax on my bed for a while." He said, sultrily

I'm never one to pass up a good roll around in a big bed... Even with a sexy demon man. 

As soon as I got on the bed he put me in the doggy position and squeezed that big cock up my tight asshole. 

"So, Rick, Mmm, what do you think about my offer?" He said

"Fuck yeah, I'll do anything you want me to, just fuck me harder!" I yelled

"Very Well" He replied

After a couple more minutes of impaling my tight hole with that big cock he shot a huge load of warm semen all across my back. Damn 

He told me to stay right there and not to move, and I didn't know why until i felt him bend over and lick his cum off my back. At least this way he didn't have to fuck up some baby wipes. Those lil hoes are expensive. 

"Stan' told me to come back to his office later that evening to come talk more about this proposition. So after a quick siesta and a shower I decided to come back down to the basement. Who the hell knows what I got myself into now...

Sincerely, 

Rick

p.s. Hell yeah

#5 Str8 Bait

Dear Journal,

In light of recently getting acquainted with my new gym 'buddy', there had been some pretty exciting 'developments' in my status quo. It was about to get even more exciting...

So one day, after getting back from the gym, I decided to see what was new on facebook. I saw that I had one new message-- sent by one of my best buds from college named Matt. It turned out that he was visiting my new city of residence for some business meeting. In no time I was responding with my address so he could find me when he was free.

Oh, by the way, this is a picture of us from some party back when we were in college. He's the one with the beer. (Obviously.)

He came over at about 7pm that night-- with 2 packs of brewskies. We got caught up and after downing all the lager we were both feeling dandy. 

"I wish I had my girlfriend to get me off right now, man", said Matt  

"Well... I could help you with your problem.", I said

"I'm flattered, dude but you already know I'm all pussy, my friend!", Matt laughed

"Ever been blindfolded?" I asked. "A hole is a hole to a dick, man, and it looks like you could use one right now." 

"Damn dude, you're right. Well, I guess it couldn't hurt..."

After years of wanting to, I finally got the ok to go down on my friend. I blindfolded him up, stripped him down and grabbed the lube out of my bedroom dresser. I firmly gripped the base of his cock and started rubbing him until he was rock hard.

It was obvious that he was extremely turned on-- his cock was leaking like crazy already. I teased his cock even more, jerking it faster and faster; squeezing his balls while I stroked his sausage. I was determined to prove to him that men really do know how to please men better than women. You need strong, skilled hands  to get a big man off. 

Pretty soon, I had him beggin' for me to suck him off. I was gonna tease him a bit more, but I guess he couldn't take it anymore so he grabbed the back of my head and lead it down to his hot, leaky, pulsating meat stick. 

It tasted good. Really good. Nice and salty and warm. I was slobbing all over his knob. He was a man who knew exactly what he wanted when it came to getting a blow job. He was directing me like freakin' Steven Spielberg!

I was more than happy to fulfill his every desire, after all, that's what any good friend would do. Pretty soon I was down to his pubes. This continued for a while...

He was loving what I was doing to his dick so much that he almost came.

"You're gonna make me shoot, bro! Can I fuck you?" 

Whoa! All I expected was to give him a blowjob, but if he wanted to fuck, well that's alright with me too!

He laid down on my bed. His cock was pointed up straight, like he claimed to be. I wasn't too sure after this...

"Get on top, Rick.", He told me.

I rode that stallion all night long...

"Dude, you're much better at this than my girlfriend!" He said.

"I know.", I replied

I continued to ride him relentlessly. We both came massive loads in no time. 

"I see I gotta visit my best bro more often..." He told me after we had both finished.

You know, before that night me and Matt were best bros, but something told me we were gonna see each other much more often now...

Until next time.

Sincerely,

p.s.

On the Kinsey Scale, I'd say Matt is a solid 5. 

;)

I like to hangout with people that make me forget to look at my phone

#13 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.

Me asf step back hoes

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