Date: Thu, 02 Jun 2005 15:03:59 -0400
From: Tony Colon <hungreole@hotmail.com>
Subject: Travel Diary - 2nd Boston Visit Part 1

Thanks for all your comments about my previous entries. Here's another
one.

This story involves consensual sex between adult men. We all make our own
choices in life. If barebacking and partying bother you, stop reading
this. Yada, yada, yada

Travel Diary -- 2nd Boston Visit Part 1

            I was back in Boston for a long weekend and wanted to connect
again with S.  The last time we hooked up was hot and my ass was itching
for some abuse.  I couldn't find his phone number, so I tried e-mailing
him.  I got a little nervous when I didn't hear back from him right
away.  I thought we had a good time and that he would want to hook up
again.

Friday night came and went and I hadn't heard from him.  I was horny as
hell and I was determined scratch that "itch".  I posted an ad on a
local message board looking for other pigs to play with on Saturday
night.  I had to run some errands and forgot to check my e-mails when I
got back to hotel room. I decided I needed to give my asshole some
immediate attention.

I had already cleaned out, so I was ready to go to town.  I had brought
my old reliable "Jumbo Jack" with me and after lubing it up and a few
huffs of poppers - I was fucking myself silly. Slowly at first, then with
a wanton intensity, I rammed the dildo in and out of my shit hole. I
couldn't hold back and shot my load all over my belly.

            I left the dildo snug in my happy man pussy and scooped up
the jism and made a quick lunch of it.  I remembered that I hadn't
checked my e-mails and made my way over to the computer, still holding
the dildo up my ass.  I sat in the chair so I could keep my rubber toy
deep in my bowels and logged on.

I was very happy to discover that S. had responded to my e-mail.  He had
just gotten back into town himself and would love to get piggy with me
today.  I called him immediately and told him what I was up to.  He was
exciting to hear from me -- he was just cleaning out in anticipation of
us hooking up.  He needed an hour or so more to do a couple of things,
but I should come over whenever I wanted.

I told him that I'd be over there in about a half hour or so and hung
up.  I cleaned up, slipped my dick and balls into a couple of rubber cock
rings and packed a small bag with my toys, popper and lube and threw on
some clothes (knowing that they would soon come off).  It was a beautiful
day in Boston, so I decided to walk.

There's nothing more exciting than walking around `commando style' in
a pair of old jeans, sporting a hard-on.  You don't need gaydar to
figure things out.  I got lots of knowing smiles and if I wasn't going
to meet S., a very filthy offer to spend an afternoon with a very
handsome older man.

I got to S. apartment and he buzzed me in.  I had forgotten that it was a
walkup. S. had the good grace to greet me at the door in an open short
robe and he was happy to see me.   I grabbed his thick cock and he led me
in.  S. told me that his roommates were away for the weekend, so I should
make myself comfortable in the living room.  He had spread out an old
quilt and laid out his large collection of toys, lubes and stash.  "Mo'
Betta Butt" was playing on the TV.

I quickly stripped and we fell onto the quilt, quickly clamping down on
each others dripping dicks.  S. soon slipped his fingers into my still
lubed ass hole.  He got up and suggested that we smoke a little T before
we got to the main event. He lit up and we passed the pipe as we stroked
each other.

S. asked me if I had to leave at any specific time and I told him that I
didn't have to be anywhere until Sunday evening.  He seemed satisfied
with that answer and asked if I wanted to get into some role-playing.  I
told him I was up for just about anything and took another deep lungful
of T.

He got up and told me that he was going go out for a little while and I
should continue to play with myself. When he came back, I should answer
the door with little to nothing on and he was going to be my dealer
looking for payment. I reminded him that I wasn't into any `serious S &
M' stuff. He told me not to worry.

He told me he had to get some things and that I should make myself
comfortable. I took his advice and attached my nipple clamps, lubed up
his Rambone dildo and started to fuck myself.  I settle into the video on
the screen and watch Johnny Ryder sit on that enormous fire hydrant of a
dildo.  I grab a bottle of poppers and take a deep hit and watch the
precum ooze out of my dick head as I slide the dildo through my "second
ring".

I slow down and inch closer to the base of the dildo, tugging
occasionally to the chain connected to my nipples. I've gotten a good
13" or 14" of that bad boy deep inside me when I heard S. go out of his
apartment. I barely noticed as I was otherwise occupied.  I pull the
whole thing out and my dick spurts love juice all over the place. I lube
up the dildo again and send it back on its mission -- getting to the
base. Slowly, ever so slowly, I swallow the whole thing. I lay there
still, my whole colon and cock are pulsing as one, and devouring the
dildo I was impaled on.  S. has left a joint in an ashtray and I lit it
up, inhaled the smoke and felt my asshole relax. I began to gently turn
the dildo around in my asshole and sent waves of pleasure washing over
me.

I was startled from my bliss by a loud banging on the front door.  I try
to sit up and my asshole clamped down tight on the dildo.

"Just a second," I said, fumbling to pull the dildo from it's happy
home.

I grabbed the robe S. was wearing and threw it on, haphazardly knotting
it around my waist.  My dick, still seeping sperm, peeked out from the
hem.  Lube and my ass juices seeped down my thigh.

My throat was dry from smoking and I was slightly fucked up.  My voice
cracked as I stumbled to the door. "Who is it," I asked?

"It's fucking Tyshaw, motherfucker.  Where's my money!!!" The voice
sounded like S. but didn't.

"Hold on a second," I say, as I fumbled with the unfamiliar locks. I
opened the door and am greeted by S. in a black leather biker's jacket,
his black leather chaps over his button fly jeans and a full visor
helmet. I felt my ass hole open wide to let him in.

S. pushed me partially back into the apartment with a forceful shove of
his black leather gloved hand.

"Ok, Pussyboi where's my fucking money?" S. (as Tyshawn) growled.

"I don't know what you mean," I stammered, momentarily confused.

"Oh, I see, we're going play that game. You pussybois are all the same.
It's always Tyshawn, I need to score some T, it's the weekend, I'll
pay you on Monday or Ty, please front me man, you know I'm good for
it."

I started to giggle, once I caught on to what  was going on. S. grabbed
me by the throat. "You think it's funny pussyboi. I don't."  I was
surprised - his grip was forceful but not overly so. I jumped back and my
robe opened revealing my clamped nipples and rock hard dick.

"So, pussyboi was playing when I came over." S. tugged the chain of the
nipple clamps. "Oh, we can play. Suck my big fat black dick, pussyboi,
suck it real good!!!"

I was half in, half out of his apartment, the door was wide open. But I
didn't live there, so what the fuck. I got down on my knees and began to
open his fly.

"Ty, you know, I'm good for it. I promise I'll pay you soon," I said
as I fondled his cum heavy balls and dick.  I hesitated for a second to
breathe in their heady scent then began to suck his cock head.

"I know you're good for it baby," S. cooed. He then grabbed the back
of my head and started to fuck my face in earnest.  "Suck that dick.
Take it all, you pussy!!!"  He grabbed the chain attached to my nipples
and gave it a strong tug.

I started to gag and tears welled up in my eyes. But I bravely soldiered
on.

"That's it you little punk. Take it like a man." S. slowed down and
wiped the tears away with his gloved hand. He helped me to my feet and
roughly handled my body; squeezing my dipping cock and fingering my slimy
hole. He then lewdly licked his gloves

S. pushed me all the way into the apartment and closed the door.  S.
removed his helmet and took off his jacket, revealing his bare chest with
alligator clamps chewing on his large delicious nipples. He headed me
towards the living room.

"I see you were playing with your cunt, pussyboi. Good thing I came
around so you can party with a man," S. says as he pushes me to the
floor. "Get on all fours and show me your slick pussy."

He didn't have to ask me twice. I had my ass in the air in a heartbeat,
quickly grabbing the nearby poppers.  "Please Ty, please, I could barely
take your huge cock in my mouth. I don't think I could take it up my
ass," I huskily moaned as I wiggled my ass in his face.

"Don't worry pussyboi, I'll help you", S. said as he got down on the
quilt, fingering my happy hole. S. picked up a large dildo, about 3" in
diameter and about 12" long. He started to grease that monster up but he
put it down. S. reached for his glass pipe, refilled it and heated the
bowl. He drew the white smoke deep into his lungs, then leaned down and
clamped his lips over mine. I greedily sucked in the smoke and his
tongue.

"Open that fucking hole, you fucking pussyboi," S. hissed through
gritted teeth.

The bulbous head, at first, could not find an opening and skated around
my slippery hole. Suddenly, with a deft turn of the wrist, S. got the
head of the dildo into my aching shit hole. The pain was intense but not
unbearable. Two quick deep hits of poppers and I held my breathe. I could
feel the warm tingle flush down my body and my ass accepted the gift.

"Ok yeah, pussyboi, take it, take it. You're a fucking pussyboi, yes
you are, oh yeah you love it, you love it," S. crooned as he slid the
giant toy into my love canal.

I could feel my animal brain take over as I started to fuck myself on the
huge fuck tool. "Yes, yes, Ty. I'm your pussyboi. Open my ass. Open
it," I groaned as S. also started milking my cock.

S. continued his assault on my innards for a while.  I lost all sense of
time. I was thinking with my ass.  I had the popper bottle nearly shoved
up my nose and had to remember to take it out to breath fresh air. I was
moaning and shaking with delight.

S. slowly pulled the mega phallus out of my ass with a loud plop. My ass
remained open, trembling like a baby looking for its bottle. "You're
ready for a man's dick now, pussyboi. A real black man's cock stuck way
up you fucking punk ass," S. yelled as he slammed his rock hard cock
deep into my bowels. Again and again, he slammed into me. I nearly fell
over.

S. slapped my ass hard with his gloved hand. "Steady, steady, pussyboi.
Don't make me angry," he purred as we got into a fuck rhythm. Without
missing a beat, S. reached for his cell phone and `called' someone.

"Hey it's Ty, you know that pussyboi I told you about. Yeah him. We're
having a little party right now. Yeah, yeah I'm fucking the shit out of
this punk but he needs more dick up his ass to show him what a pussyboi
he is," S. said into the phone as he continued to ram way.  He gave the
guy the address and hung up.

"Yeah pussyboi, one of my bois is coming over here.  We're going to
have a real party in your ass tonight," S. said as he picked up the
joint I was smoking earlier. He lit it and smoked away and continues to
fuck my brains out.

Somewhere in the corner of my brain I wondered if S. had actually called
someone.  But the rest of my mind was occupied. S. was close to cumming
and put down his joint and grabbed my ass with both hands. His eruption
flooded my colon and I could feel S. spasm as he shot his seed deep
within me.  I tried as best as I could to bite back on his dick with my
man pussy.

"That's it. That's it baby, chew on that dick with your pussy. Oh
yeah, pussyboi, make me proud, take my cum take it all you punk," S.
cried as he collapsed on top of me.

We were quiet for the moment, stuck together, with sweat and sperm. I
could feel his heart beat wildly against my back. S. let his dick slip
from my ass and he lay down on the quilt.

            "Give me that ass, pussyboi. Don't waste that spunk," S.
wheezed out as he toyed with my sloppy man pussy.

            I was happy to squat on his face. I leaned forward to suckled
on his shriveling cock. S. hungrily lapped at my shit hole, diving in for
dear life. I was savoring his dick covered with scum and ass juices.

            "Push out those pussy lips, I want those pussy lips," S.
demanded as he chewed on my sloppy orifice. I pushed out and blow a loud
wet scum fart into his face. I was going to apology but S. was happily
gulping down the rivulets of sperm seeping from my ass.  His moans and
sudden rise of his dick told me there was no need.

            This tonguing finally sent me over the edge and I came in
short angry bursts. S. maneuvered my shooting cock into his mouth to
accept my offerings. We continued our slurping for a while.

(To be continued)

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