Date: Thu, 09 Jun 2005 10:23:45 -0400
From: Tony Colon <hungreole@hotmail.com>
Subject: Travel Diary - Miami 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. This entry is a little longer and in three parts, so bear
with me. If barebacking and partying bother you, stop reading this. Yada,
yada, yada

 Also, to answer a question that I keep getting, I am not trying to glorify
the behaviors described here, I am just relating them.

 Travel Diary -- Miami Part 1


I ran into my ex in a restaurant in New York.  And I didn't feel that
strange this time.  He was there with his boyfriend du jour.  Kenji still
looked good -- with the slight work he had done on his face, he was
starting to look younger than me.  Kenji and Jaime were in New York
getting stuff for his 50th birthday party.  I was kind and didn't remind
him that I knew he was 53.

            After their dinner, Kenji asked me to join him and Jaime for
drinks.  I knew he meant join them back at his hotel room.  I would have
if I had the time -- I'm long past being mad at Kenji and sex with Kenji
is always fun.  I did join them for drinks at their hotel bar.

            I sat across from them in the lounge and got a better look at
Jaime.  He was a little bit buffer and didn't have a moustache but I
could remember when I looked like him.  I met another of Kenji's guys a
few years ago and flattered myself into thinking he kept replacing me
with this years' model.  I realized that I was just his type and he kept
running to that same type.

            Kenji admitted that he didn't really run into me by
accident.  He had been asking around and found out that I would be at
that restaurant tonight.  He was going to make a big deal out of his
birthday and wanted me to be his guest.  I thanked him for the invite but
told him I couldn't really afford to fly down to Miami for a weekend.

            He corrected me about his invitation -- he would pay for me
to come down to Miami and pay for my hotel room.  Kenji was always
generous when it suited him.  I thanked him for his lavish offer but
asked him why he wanted me to join him.  I hadn't seen him in a year and
the last time I was too busy to get together.  Kenji said that he wanted
to make a big deal out of this birthday and wanted to see some of his old
friends.  I joked with him that I would be out of place with his new
crowd and remind them how old he might actually be.

            He smiled and touched my face and told me that I was never
out of place in his life.  Smooth, very smooth.  He was always like
that.  I looked over to Jaime. He was sullenly looking across the room.
He was impatient and wanting to go back to the room and get on with the
interesting part of the evening.  I can remember being Jaime and sitting
with Ken while he blathered on with his friends and I just wanted to get
home and get fucked.

            I got up and said my goodbyes. The party was in two weeks
over a long weekend, another touch of Kenji's I hadn't forgotten. He
liked to celebrate important events in his life with three and four-day
drug fueled orgies. I told Ken that I would be in Los Angeles next week
and I would think about it.  Ken insisted that I would say yes and took
my hotel's address.

            True to his word, first class round-trip tickets were waiting
for me when I checked into my West Hollywood Hotel later that week.  I
had some time coming to me at work and decided I needed to get a little
sun and fun in Miami.  I called the number he had given me and after a
couple of transfers, I had Kenji on the phone.

            "Kenji, you should have waited for me to call you.  What if
I decide not to come out to see you?"

            "Oh, I knew you'd want to come.  You always had fun at our
old parties," he said, slightly out of breath.  I wondered if I had
gotten him mid fuck.  I used to hate that he would monitor his phone
calls and stop during an intense fisting session to answer a call from
some client or another.

After some jockeying back and forth, I agreed that I was come out to
Miami.  Kenji was very pleased and, as always, said he would arrange
everything.  I hung up the phone and wondered what the hell I had just
agreed to.

The days flew by as I waited for next Wednesday to arrive.  I knew to
pack light, as I would probably be wearing little to nothing for most of
the weekend.  I also carefully shaved my balls and asshole, remembering
Ken liked both of them smooth.  Kenji was going all out as he even
arranged for a car to take me out to the airport.

I asked the driver if he knew Kenji and he said yes that sometimes he
drove him around when he was in L. A. and sometimes he played deliveryman
for him.  Kenji earned his living keeping the party circuit boys well
supplied with drugs.  He had been doing that even before I met him more
than 13 years ago.  It had surprised me that he had survived all this
time without becoming a complete drug addict zombie like so many of his
old dealer friends had become.  But that was Kenji; he could drive up to
the line of excess but not cross it.

The plane was fourth in line to take off and I was on my second gin and
tonic, so that must have put me in a reflective mood.  I remembered the
first time I had noticed Kenji.    We were both in the East Side Club in
the middle of the afternoon.  The place was deserted, so we kept running
into each other as we wandered the hallways.

We were both walking around nude and the next time we passed each other;
I reached out and stroked his cock.  That got his attention.  We stood in
front of each other beginning to feel each other up.  He suggested that
we might be more comfortable in his room.

Once in his room, he asked me to lie down on my stomach, spread my ass
cheeks and began chewing on my ass lips.  I responded as I always do and
offered him easier access.  Before I knew it, he was fucking my brains
out.  He told me later that he practiced tantric sex and could fuck for
up to an hour at a time without cumming.  I didn't know that at the time
and was impressed with his stamina.

About ten minutes later, I came in a roaring shot.  Kenji kept fucking
away.  Ten more minutes later I was getting a little sore and he still
hadn't cum.  I told him I needed a break and we lay there in his room,
sweaty and satisfied.  At this point we still hadn't said much to each
other and I was groping for something to say.  I finally said that he was
very handsome and looked very much like Yukio Mishima. Kenji was
impressed that I knew who that was (and he was secretly impressed because
he thought he did look like him.)

He asked me to come back to his apartment so we could get very
comfortable and about two weeks later I moved in.  I discovered very
quickly that Kenji was a major ass player and also discovered that so was
I.  Kenji fisted me for the first time about a week after he met me.  We
had gone out dancing and went back to his very large apartment in the
Village.  We got naked the minute we got back to his apartment.  Kenji
had promised that he had something special for me tonight. Earlier that
evening, Kenji insisted that he clean me out himself, which was one of
the sexiest things I had every done up to that point. I was already on
the couch, with my legs in the air, waiting for the first fucking of the
night.

He brought out a small silver box and put it on the glass coffee table he
had in the living room.  He opened it and asked me if I had ever done
coke.  I wasn't just off the farm but it was the largest amount of coke
I had ever seen, (I didn't know at this point he was a dealer.)  I told
him I had and he told me I probably never had any as good as this stuff.
He laid out two very thick lines the size of small slugs and offered me a
metal straw. I took my line in about three sniffs between each nostril.
Ken snorted his in one quick motion.

He was right and it was very good shit and I felt it immediately,
especially in my ass hole.  We lay on the couch kissing and Ken was
fingering my ass hole.  Kenji got up from the couch and when upstairs to
his bedroom (the apartment was a duplex).  He came back down with a
duffel bag.  I was getting very horny by then and started sucking him
off.  He patted my head and told me to slow down.  He then took some of
the coke and spread it on his cock head.  He then offered me his cock
again.  I took his dick in my mouth and Kenji slowly eased it to the back
of my throat.  He gently face fucked me for a while as I took he all the
way down without gagging.  He kept cooing and stroking m, telling me how
good I was.

Kenji took his cock out of my mouth and started gently nibbling on my ass
lips.  Again he kept stroking and caressing me. Kenji stopped licking my
ass and dipped his cock into the silver box, getting a generous amount on
his cock head.  He carefully aimed his prick at my ass hole and slid it
in.  The granules scratched the lining of my ass hole for a moment but
warmness enveloped me.

Kenji brought the duffel bag closer to the couch.  He made me lift my ass
off the couch and put several towels under it.  He then took out can of
Crisco and a bottle of poppers.  He started taking out several different
types of dildos, each larger than the next.  He told me to start taking a
hit of poppers and relax -- he was going to do everything for here on in.
I had tried fisting a couple of times, never with any success.  But about
three hours later; he had his fist snuggly up my ass just past the wrist.
I had never felt closer to anyone before and found myself weeping from
the experience.

It was downhill, or up, for my ass hole after that.  After I moved in, I
soon learned how Kenji made his money.  And I got used to the crazy hours
he kept and the people who would traipses in and out of the apartments
and the bank of phones and answering machines that he had (this was
before cell phones were popular).  I was falling in love and so was my
asshole.  There were days that we never got out of bed, never got
dressed, never went out, never went with something (a toy, his dick, his
fist) up my ass.  I was becoming his little slut.

I remember the first time he fucked me at a club.  We were going to the
Roxy and he loved to show his boy toy off.  I dressed in ripped jeans,
sneakers and a cock ring.  Ecstacy was becoming a popular club drug (well
before raves) and Kenji had just started selling it along with the coke
he usually dealt.  We both took some a hit of E and went out for the
night. While we were waiting on line the drug took effect and I felt the
crowd and the music and the light all become one.  I was so happy to be
there with Ken and our friends and so happy to be alive that I was
hugging and kissing Ken and our friends as we entered the club.

The dance floor was packed and we were all bouncing around to the music.
I was so happy to be there and be with Kenji that I kept kissing him and
rubbing his crotch.  Kenji was feeling my mood and was slipping his hand
into the rip in the back of my jeans.  Our friends must have noticed what
was happening and they surrounded us as Kenji whipped out his cock and
found his home in my ass.  We jumped up and down and Kenji fucked me ,
another friend kept giving me hits of poppers and another friend slipped
his hand into the front of my jeans and jerked me off.  I came and felt I
came for everyone and life was great.  Kenji came and came in my ass and
I loved the feeling of his scum dripping down my legs knowing Kenji was
lick my hole clean when we got home.  I can still remember that feeling
whenever I have scum drip out of my ass hole.

We got into raunchier and raunchier things.  I remember dropping my pants
in the bathroom of a club in the West Village and letting him fuck me as
people came in and out and we got thrown out of the club. I can remember
lying on the hoods of parked cars, legs over his shoulder and letting him
fuck me after we stumbled out of after hours clubs in the East Village
most early Sunday mornings. I remember us waking up late at night during
the summer to hop on trains that went deep into Brooklyn. We would just
throw on some running shorts and grab our keys and poppers and head to a
specific station in the Village.  We would get into the last car of the
train and other guys would also get in and it was become the orgy club
car.  Somebody figured out how to turn off the lights in the car and we
would ride all the way out to Brooklyn, fucking and sucking everything
that moved in the dark.

One night I was flying so high from all the coke we did that I begged him
to fist me in the car.  I even brought lube and paper towels with us.
Kenji was happy to plow my hole.  He was busy fisting me to the elbow and
I was sucking on a beautiful black transvestite's thick dick.  When we
pulled into a station in Brooklyn.  This big Hispanic cop got on board
and everything just froze.  Ken and I were scared sober.  The
transvestite just laughed and introduced us to his boyfriend.  I had
never felt so safe being fisted as I sucked them both off.  We then
hopped into a gypsy cab in order to get home and Kenji gave the driver a
couple of joints and I sucked Kenji off in the back of the cab as he
fingered my oozing hole.

We lived like vampires for a while.  We never got up before 6 PM. We
never saw daylight.  We found our victims from Kenji's client list who
willingly gave up their sperm and piss to sate our bloodlust .  We sought
out the rowdy frat boys from NYU, who would laugh as Kenji and I passed
them holding hands but would let Kenji fuck them up the ass for a few
free lines of coke. We sought out the closeted business executive, who,
while his wife was away getting her latest face lift, would get on all
fours, in a vinyl skirt, patent leather pumps and nipple clips, cumming
as I rammed his throbbing asshole with a thick, well greased black dildo
and he cried out for Kenji to piss in his mouth.

We sought out the young Anglican priest who raced to meet us in his
offices back at the church rectory fresh from evening mass. He would
snort lines of coke off my sweaty back, hiking his cassock up to plant
his holy seed deep in my bowels as Kenji reamed out his scummy man cunt.
We sought out the hot leather daddy who would piston fist us both on his
roof top so furiously that we would howl like wolves as we came in
unison. We would spend the rest of the evening, like honeymooners, gently
ministering and tongue bathing our slick shit holes still pulsating from
the pummelling .  We sought out other denizens of the night at bathhouses
and reveled in their abandon, sharing with them our holes, piss, spit,
sperm and drugs.

I thought our pleasures would never end but Kenji was getting into his
macho Mishimo phase. He got into a bodybuilding phase. When we weren't
fucking or getting fucked or doing drugs, we were in the gym, working
out, late at night. I'll never be that buff again.  Kenji insisted on
keeping his entire body hairless.  He made me shave my entire body and
paraded me around the apartment nude for his friends inspection, making
it a daily ritual.  He took to wearing riding pants and boots every day
and acting out scenes from Tom of Finland comics that got him hot

 He would entertain his friends from Japan by tying me up over a short
bench and warming sake by placing small bottles of it in my ass.  He
would give his friends fisting lessons using my ass. He would then leave
me tied up with large butt plugs shoved up my ass and go out with his
friends. The last straw came when he left me tied up for over 12 hours
when he passed out at a friends' apartment.

I left his apartment with just the clothes on my back. (Dammit I wish I
had taken the black leather chaps.)  I avoided Kenji for years after
that, finally running into him and his new beau at a Black party in the
city about five years later.  I went back to his apartment with them and
forgave Kenji by letting his boyfriend suck Kenji's crystal piss out of
my ass.  We would run into each other more frequently after that, not
quite regular fuck buddies but not quite strangers.

The plane finally landed in Miami and I had a hangover and a raging hard
on.  I had forgotten how humid Miami could be in late August as I walked
outside the arrival terminal looking to see if there was a car to pick me
up.  Kenji didn't disappoint again as I saw the handsome Cuban stud
holding up my name on a card.  He was wearing a thin white linen shirt,
which clung with sweat to his beautiful hairy chest. Pencil eraser thick
nipples rubbed against the fabric of the open shirt; small golden rings
dangled down from them. His thin linen pants could barely contain his
semi erect cock with its Prince Albert ring straining against his pant
leg.

"Hola, Senor.  Welcome to Miami," he smiled and I felt the pre-cum ooze
down my leg.

His name was Carlos and Yes, he would be at the party tomorrow.  Carlos
dropped me off at the Delano and I made him promise to look for me
tomorrow.  I quickly checked in and was shown to my room.  I saw on the
nightstand that Kenji had left me his usual "special guest" welcome
basket.  I eagerly ripped off the black wrapping paper and saw the
various dildos and lubes.  And neatly hidden at the bottom of the basket
was the Band-Aid box that I knew he left.  Inside was the requisite glass
pipe, a few small bags of T and six very fat joints.  I can remember
shopping for baskets like these for Kenji.

I stripped quickly, lubed up one of the big dildos and barely got the
head through my asshole before I came all over my belly. I lit one of the
joints, idly played with my scum and thought about the days ahead.



(To be continued)

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