Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 14:24:19 -0400
From: Tony Colon <hungreole@hotmail.com>
Subject: Travel Diary - Chris I part 1

As promised, here is the next set of entries. I hope you enjoy them.

This story involves consensual sex between adult men. We all make our own
choices in life. If all the raunchy shit I've been writing about bother
you, stop reading this. Yada, yada, yada....

Travel Diary -- Chris I part 1

            The unusually early summer heat wave made even walking across
the room torture. The hot, wet air filled the room like a large wet dog
rubbing up against you bare skin --it's dank musty odor lingering.
Finally a huge thunderstorm rolled through with a heavy downpour. You
could smell the ozone in the air as lightening flashed through the
darkened skies. And then just as quickly as it started, it was over and
the humidity broke and the afternoon was bearable again.

             I hadn't seen Chris in almost a year. There was no real
reason why we stopped seeing each other. It just seemed to have run its
course. Well that's not really true. It's the possible trouble that
happens when fuck buddies cross an imaginary line -- feelings creep in
and blow the casualness of the relationship to shit.

            The first time I hooked up with Chris was after Halloween. I
had played pretty hard the night before with some guys and I was still
feeling pretty horny and tweaked. I have checked the usual sites to see
who was still around or up or interested in playing around.

            One ad in particular caught my attention, a handsome
Asian-American guy with a wide open smile. One photo in his ad stuck out
-- the photo was in B & W & very stylized (Just his torso was visible.
His taut smooth body was arched back. He was shirtless, wearing just a
pair of faded jeans. And just the faint outline of his semi hard cock
along his inner thigh.)

            We e-mailed back and forth and decided to hook up later in
the day. That gave me time to take a much needed snooze. My mind was
tired but the party favors were still pulsing through me. I was able to
lay in bed for a couple of hours with my eyes closed, never really
sleeping but was still so horned up that I had to shove the largest dildo
I had around up my ass.

            It checked the clock for about the hundredth time and it was
about time to get ready to hook up. I jumped into the shower and
`freshened up'. I wanted to wash the wonderfully skanky scent of last
nights fist-o-rama. Since I didn't know Chris at the time and didn't
want to scare him, I grabbed a reasonably sized dildo (My favorite, a
black Jumbo Jack), a fresh bottle of poppers and hopped onto the subway.

             I got to his home and he let me in. Chris greeted me at the
door in just a thin robe and welcomed me in. He had just finished
showering and the robe clung to his still damp swimmer's body. He told
me to make myself comfortable and showed me an ottoman where I could put
my stuff down.

            I always take that as a cue to strip and I didn't hesitate.
I dumped my clothes and followed him into the living room.  He already
had it set up with a tarp covering the floor and some tarps covering his
couch and a seat next to it. On the floor, he had laid out his various
toys and lubes and things. He was ready to play.

            We had already discussed that he didn't party except for
poppers and that I did and I had yesterday and he was cool with that.
Chris went into his kitchen to get us some water and I got myself ready
by laying on my back with my legs in the air, pillows propping up my ass.
Chris came back into the living room and we got down to business.

            According to his ad, Chris was pretty much a FF top and
wanted to expand his experiences as a bottom. I was still very wide open
from the night before and Chris got to ride my colon with all of his toys
and fist to their fullest. He had his nice hard dick, his Rambone dildo,
two anal beads, my Jumbo Jack and both his fists up my man cunt at one
time or another that afternoon (not all at one time). I never got hard
due to my tina dick but came twice in wonderful long slow spurts.

            I wasn't a total pig bottom that afternoon and was happy to
play with his hole. I remember complimenting him for taking all of the
Jumbo Jack for someone who was such a novice. We hung out for a while and
the afternoon passed quickly and I had to go. We kissed good-bye and
exchanged e-mail addresses and numbers.

            We e-mailed each other a couple of times but couldn't sync
up our schedules and I got busy with work. I cam across his number and
e-mail address again in the spring and thought I'd look him up when I
hit New York the next time.

            We hadn't spoken in a while and I wasn't sure if he'd
remember me or even want to hook up.  I was wrong on both counts. Yes, he
remembered me and yes he would be happy to see me again. We made plans
that I would see him on a week day morning (I had a business meeting
later that evening).

            I got into NYC early that morning and dropped my bags off,
quickly `rinsed out' and headed up to Chris' apartment. Chris greeted
me at the door in just a towel. I hadn't remembered how big his nipples
were. I actually remarked on them as I entered his apartment and started
to take my clothes off. He reminded me hat he was a major tit torture
freak and usually played with them at least once or twice a day,
attaching various clips on his nips to `exercise' them.

            I was naked in a flash and gave him a quick hello kiss. I
could taste the tell-tale acrid sweet aftertaste of smoked tina. It
surprised me because last time we connected, Chris made a point of
telling me that he didn't do party favors. We walked into his kitchen
and I handed him the supplies I brought -- Crisco, paper towels, juice
and saw the familiar sight of small plastic bags, a glass pipe and small
torch lighter.

            "So I see you been partying already," I said in a mock
disapproving tone.

            "Yes, I been through a lot of changes since we last hooked
up," Chris said, heating up the bowl and passing it to me.

            I did some quick calculations in my head about when my
meeting was and said `Fuck it' and took the heady smoke deep into my
lungs. Rather than exhale, I drew Chris close to me and blew the smoke
into his mouth.

            "What the fuck," he coughed, then sucked back the smoke.

            Chris had apparently never shot gunned smoke before and it
would become one of our erotic rituals we would perform. We blew smoke
down each others' lungs and giggled like stoner school girls. Then our
hunger overcame us and we embraced and kissed each other passionately,
chewing on each other's mouths and tongues.

            Chris disengaged from our embrace and opened the fridge. He
had more surprises in store. He has a new dealer that could hook him up
with G and we split a `cocktail' he made. I was quickly trying to
readjust my ideas about Chris.

            "I'd love to give you a booty bump then really fuck around
with your hole," Chris said, already getting the needle less syringe
ready.

            I now figured that I wouldn't be making it to the meeting
late today at all and asked Chris where he wanted me. Chris had this
planned all out in his mind. He had this whole scene choreographed
already. I should get on all fours, putting my head and chest against the
floor. Spread my legs open wide and keep my ass high in the air. My first
grade report card remarked that I took directions remarkable well and I
didn't prove history wrong.

            My ass was high in the air and I was looking at the underside
of his sink cabinet (which was very clean). Chris came behind me and
licked and stroked my ass lips lovingly. I was moaning like a $2.00
whore. He grasped my ass and probed deeply into my colon with his horny
tongue. When he was satisfied that I was wet enough, Chris inserted the
booty bump into my man cunt and filled me with the tina.

            Even though I was already slightly buzzed, I could feel the
additional warm tingly feeling spread over my body. A quick slap on the
ass and Chris told me to crawl into the living room. I crawled off like
the happy little camper that I was, waiting for the fun to begin.

            Chris had the living room set up much like he did the last
time: a tarp on the floor and plastic sheets over the couch and chair. I
saw his collection of toys, poppers and lube on the floor and started
stroking my dick in anticipation. Chris called out to me from the kitchen
to put my head and chest on the pillow on the sofa and wait for him while
he gave himself a booty bump. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and waited
for the fun to begin.

            A few moments later, Chris came into the room and put when
over to his CD player to put on some music. It was a mix of some very
heady trance music. Chris then came over to me and started to finger my
ass. At this point, it was in desperate need of attention and I
practically bit off his fingers with my ass lips.

            "Mmmm, let me lick that cunt for a while," Chris said
before he dove in. He munched and slurped on my hole, sucking out any
residual tina and driving me crazy.  He continued tonguing my leaking
pussy then announced that he had to fuck the shit out of me right now.  I
needed something in my hole badly and a spread my ass cheeks wider in an
open invitation to whatever he had in store.

            Chris' stone hard dick dove deep into me. The music playing
on the CD set the pace. We were grunting and dancing to the music. We
were bumping uglies as I was slamming my ass back hard to meet his
insistent thrusts. I cracked open the poppers and I took a hit and passed
it to Chris. He took one, deep into his lungs, held his breathe for a
long while, then let out a low husky exhale.

            "I cumming. I cumming up your fucking hot pussy, your
burning hot pussy," Chris cried as he shot his load deep into my guts.
He grabbed hold of my hips to get better leverage and squeezed out the
last of his seed. Chris then collapsed on top of me, wrapping his arms
around my waist.

            As he lay spent on my back, I could feel his dying fuck pole,
throb then shrivel and slowly slip out of its happy home. We rested there
quietly, catching our breath, listening to the music. The sweat from our
overheated bodies began to drip off of us and onto the tarp on the floor.
The pillow I was leaning on had become drenched.

            Chris slowly got up off of me and I turned around. I reached
up to kiss his mouth and we lingered. He broke our kiss and reached for
some water on a nearby side table. He quickly drank about half of the
glass and passed it to me. I gulped it down and pressed the empty cold
glass to my forehead. We still hadn't said anything, both still trying
to catch our breaths.

            Chris finally broke our silence. "That was fucking hot!"
Chris sat down next to me.

            Rather than say anything mundane like, "Yeah, it was," I
stuck three of my fingers into my leaking hole and fished out some of his
spunk. Coating them, I slowly licked the fingers clean.

            "You scum pig," Chris said, staring at me in disbelieve and
admiration. He got up from where he was sitting and pushed me down on the
floor and started kissing me passionately. We swapped spit and scum for a
few minutes, lying on the floor.

To be continued

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