Sorry for seeming to be such a blog whore at the moment but this new discovery really warrants its own listing. I gotta hand it to Jed, that sly motherfucker! This is a birthday surprise present that may go down in history (at least for me). I can't believe he managed to pull this off? and that he got them to go in for it so easily? I mean sure money is no object for him and he said he was really going to do something that it would be impossible for me to top -but FUCK!!! Here I'd been thinking I just might have to go pussyless this B-day (which isn't really that tragic). I mean its not like I didn't get plenty just last weekend. And now I'm so fucking fired up I really feel like my cock should probably be wired into the control room at NASA or something (with a countdown of 5 hours to blast off).
Ok, so I'd decided I was going to go see a movie (without taking my phone)-just to get out of my place and away from all my stupid relatives who have to call and wish me a happy B-day. But the only reason they're calling is because they neglected to send me any type of real gift -so FUCK-EM. I'd also been wanting to see "The Croods" in an ACTUAL THEATER and fortunately it was still playing at one location close enough for me to get a good jog in. I mean don't get me wrong - I can enjoy a good staging of "Tartuffe" just as much as the next dumb stud. Especially if some girl with luscious breasts I really want to violently corkscrew into the bed has even a small role in it. But I really love animation. And I really get into it. Hell, this is the guy who got so depressed after watching "Toy Story 3" that his counselors at school were advising him to go into therapy.
So anyway I just LOVED the movie. It was just the kind of stupid fun stuff I needed to get my mind off of work and thinking about the fact that I'm now TWO years PAST 21!!!!! AHHHHHH. But I'm hardly old, hardly bad looking and hardly working at Walmart. When I get home I feel a slight panic because there is just that weird sensation that someone has maybe been in my place while I was out? Only 3 people have a key though. Jed, my parents (who should still be in Miami) and the French? male model guy who lives just across the hall from me (in case I get really drunk and lock myself out sometime). Of course I'm also thinking he may be gay so not entirely sure that's the safest route to go. But he also doesn't know the code for turning off my alarm system (so really couldn't have gotten in).
About the time I figure it must have been Jed I see a large dark blue box lying on my bed. The box is shallow and maybe 2 feet by 4 feet and thus not at all the right size for Gwyneth Paltrow's head from the movie SEVEN-so THATS a fucking relief. I'm still pretty anxious though when I open the box. It takes like a full minute for me to fully grasp (first with slight confusion then with absolute wonder and ASTONISHMENT) what the full implications are. Inside the box there is a full fledged Wedding Tuxedo--the kind the GROOM would wear. There is a black envelope (love that!!) with a Hotel key inside that is identified by the documents inside as belonging to one of the bridal suites at the Mandarin Oriental (central park). Then the real kicker- a black folder that inside contains (I actually didn't recognize them for about 10 seconds) one of the official wedding photos of my Newlyweds from Mississippi which is signed "We're here in New York to help you celebrate your Birthday""Your friend Jed arranged the whole thing"
FUCK ME!!!!!
They've been here for a week. He'd been in contact with them almost immediately at the B+B soon after I'd talked to him on Saturday afternoon and told him all about them --and what they might be considering letting me do. Fuck, I'd even sent Jed the pic of the brides pussy when her husband sent it to me later that day (which is now back up on my Tumblr by the way). He offered to pay for an extra week of Honeymoon time (in New York) for them if they'd agree to delay their plans for me until my Birthday. And what they're offering me is a pretty fucking nice present indeed according to the list of BIRTHDAY instructions I'm to follow (printed and left in a rather suggestive Happy B-day card also in the box).
I'm to arrive at the Hotel at precisely 10:00 p.m. I'm to enter the room without knocking. The room will be dark except for candles lit in the area of the bed only. The "bride" will be sitting in a chair in her full bridal wedding gown. She will (amazingly) not have had sex since Monday night (the first full night after their arrival). I am to imagine that its MY wedding night and consummate my marriage accordingly. I can spend as much time fucking her as I like before release. Her husband will be there watching in the distance the whole time. At some point he will get naked as well. They want me to cum in her pussy.Just as soon as I pull out the husband will go in. He really wants to feel my cum in her pussy as he's making love to her. From there on things are negotiable (that's a little interesting -but I'm not too worried). OK . I obviously need to take a short Birthday nap as this is going to be one hell of an evening after all. JED -you rule.
Oh -and yes they want to be able to video the whole thing for their private collection which I said would be ok.
Ok, so I'd decided I was going to go see a movie (without taking my phone)-just to get out of my place and away from all my stupid relatives who have to call and wish me a happy B-day. But the only reason they're calling is because they neglected to send me any type of real gift -so FUCK-EM. I'd also been wanting to see "The Croods" in an ACTUAL THEATER and fortunately it was still playing at one location close enough for me to get a good jog in. I mean don't get me wrong - I can enjoy a good staging of "Tartuffe" just as much as the next dumb stud. Especially if some girl with luscious breasts I really want to violently corkscrew into the bed has even a small role in it. But I really love animation. And I really get into it. Hell, this is the guy who got so depressed after watching "Toy Story 3" that his counselors at school were advising him to go into therapy.
So anyway I just LOVED the movie. It was just the kind of stupid fun stuff I needed to get my mind off of work and thinking about the fact that I'm now TWO years PAST 21!!!!! AHHHHHH. But I'm hardly old, hardly bad looking and hardly working at Walmart. When I get home I feel a slight panic because there is just that weird sensation that someone has maybe been in my place while I was out? Only 3 people have a key though. Jed, my parents (who should still be in Miami) and the French? male model guy who lives just across the hall from me (in case I get really drunk and lock myself out sometime). Of course I'm also thinking he may be gay so not entirely sure that's the safest route to go. But he also doesn't know the code for turning off my alarm system (so really couldn't have gotten in).
About the time I figure it must have been Jed I see a large dark blue box lying on my bed. The box is shallow and maybe 2 feet by 4 feet and thus not at all the right size for Gwyneth Paltrow's head from the movie SEVEN-so THATS a fucking relief. I'm still pretty anxious though when I open the box. It takes like a full minute for me to fully grasp (first with slight confusion then with absolute wonder and ASTONISHMENT) what the full implications are. Inside the box there is a full fledged Wedding Tuxedo--the kind the GROOM would wear. There is a black envelope (love that!!) with a Hotel key inside that is identified by the documents inside as belonging to one of the bridal suites at the Mandarin Oriental (central park). Then the real kicker- a black folder that inside contains (I actually didn't recognize them for about 10 seconds) one of the official wedding photos of my Newlyweds from Mississippi which is signed "We're here in New York to help you celebrate your Birthday""Your friend Jed arranged the whole thing"
FUCK ME!!!!!
They've been here for a week. He'd been in contact with them almost immediately at the B+B soon after I'd talked to him on Saturday afternoon and told him all about them --and what they might be considering letting me do. Fuck, I'd even sent Jed the pic of the brides pussy when her husband sent it to me later that day (which is now back up on my Tumblr by the way). He offered to pay for an extra week of Honeymoon time (in New York) for them if they'd agree to delay their plans for me until my Birthday. And what they're offering me is a pretty fucking nice present indeed according to the list of BIRTHDAY instructions I'm to follow (printed and left in a rather suggestive Happy B-day card also in the box).
I'm to arrive at the Hotel at precisely 10:00 p.m. I'm to enter the room without knocking. The room will be dark except for candles lit in the area of the bed only. The "bride" will be sitting in a chair in her full bridal wedding gown. She will (amazingly) not have had sex since Monday night (the first full night after their arrival). I am to imagine that its MY wedding night and consummate my marriage accordingly. I can spend as much time fucking her as I like before release. Her husband will be there watching in the distance the whole time. At some point he will get naked as well. They want me to cum in her pussy.Just as soon as I pull out the husband will go in. He really wants to feel my cum in her pussy as he's making love to her. From there on things are negotiable (that's a little interesting -but I'm not too worried). OK . I obviously need to take a short Birthday nap as this is going to be one hell of an evening after all. JED -you rule.
Oh -and yes they want to be able to video the whole thing for their private collection which I said would be ok.
