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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