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Travel Diary -- Chris I part 2
"I want to play with your hole, Now," I said breaking our kiss.
"Please do," Chris said practically jumping up to assume my former position on the couch.
I moved the empty glass into the kitchen and took the opportunity to hit the bathroom. I squatted down on the bowl, wiped the jism from my hole and took a leak. I splashed some water on my face and rinsed out my mouth and headed back to the living room.
I asked Chris if I needed to change the CD player and he told me that it was on repeat mode and he liked the music. I came around the couch and bent down, licking and kissing his exposed balls and the tender skin between them and his hole. I flicked my tongue across his moist man cunt and dove in for my first taste of the day. It was juicy and sweet. I took this as my invitation to begin probing him.
While I was selecting my implement of pleasure, Chris fished out his home made nipple clamps. He had tied two large butterfly clamps together with a piece of string. As he attached each on to his nipples, his dick would flop up and slap his groin in happy welcome. I picked a black Jumbo Jack dildo. It was a nice size -- big but not huge. I grabbed a bottle of lube near by and slathered the dildo. I then poured some of the lube into my other hand and began to work it into Chris' cunt.
"How does that feel," I asked as I inserted one, then two, and then three of my greasy fingers into his expanding hole.
"Good," Chris exhaled and he began huffing the poppers.
I slowly worked the dildo into his ass. From our last encounter, I remembered Chris was a novice in the ways of the ass. The dildo slid deep into him, proving to me that he had been practicing since our last get together. I set a slow and steady rhythm, in time to the music, as I fucked him with the toy.
"I want you fist, now," Chris pleaded, lifting himself slightly from the couch so he could tug on this nipple clamps.
I looked around and saw an unopened can of Crisco and I knew what I had to do. Cracking it open, I cooed to him to be patient and I'd be inside of him soon enough. I grabbed a gob of Crisco and pushed it into his waiting pussy. It bobbed on his puckered slit for a moment then sank into the fiery hot hole. I greased up my hand and asked Chris for a hit of poppers. He turned around and offered me up a hit. I took a deep one and wiped the top of the bottle with my free hand. I told him to take a hit.
Chris returned to his original position and took a deep one, feeling his lungs and held his breath. He exhaled and I could see his body relax and I went to work. Four fingers slipped in easily and I played on his outer lips for a moment. He began to push back against my hand and I knew he wanted more. Tucking my thumb in and under, my hand made the slow descent into his love tunnel.
I asked him if he was OK and his purr back to me assured me that he was. I eased my hand further in and I glided down to my wrist. I rotated my hand a half turn and his dick and balls came to life, bobbing up and down like a buoy in the ocean. I didn't try to go for depth but slowly pulled my hand back and forth, slightly flexing as I went along.
Chris took another hit of poppers then his breathing became shallow and husky. I was momentarily concerned but realized that he was trying to take my fist more deeply. I felt a little further along and felt the familiar ridge of the prostate. I rested the curled tips of my fingers there and gently strummed along with the music.
Chris' ass lips came to life. Sucking and chewing on my wrist, Chris' pussy was enjoying the ride. Deep, guttural sounds came out of Chris' mouth. He pushed himself up with one arm and grabbed hold of the string connected to the clamps biting down on his tits and pulled tightly. He mouth formed a silent O and his balls violently contracted against his body. Pre-cum streamed from his flaccid dick. One, then another violent wave rolled over his body. He arched his body then collapsed onto the couch, softly coughing and laughing. My hand, tightly imprisoned all during this time was expelled in two pushed from his shit hole.
He turned around to face me, leaning his back against the couch, trying to catch his breath. "What the hell just happened," he half said, half panted. His dick was still offering up its delicious nectar and I took the opportunity to lap some up.
I released his cock and said, "You just had a body orgasm. Haven't you had one before?" I grabbed some paper towels and gently wiped away the Crisco from his ass.
"No," he said, his breathing finally becoming normal. "That was intense."
I just stretched out and smiled at him. I knew the feeling. It's doesn't happen always but once in a while your whole body just cums after a great fisting and you believe you've seen God. We sat in the silence of the room save for the music still playing and just enjoyed the post-sex high.
My ass broke the silence and told me that it needed to get fisted badly. I interpreted my man cunt's request to Chris by lying on my back and splaying my legs wide open, squeezing my sphincter open and closed.
Chris leaned down and deeply gave my pussy mouth to mouth. I pressed his head down so he could be closer to his new friend. Chris grabbed the now wet pillow from the couch and another from the chair and told me to position myself in front of the tall chest of drawers in the living room.
I sidled myself over the chest of drawer and lay there awaiting further instructions. Chris told me to lift my ass off the floor and he slipped the pillows under my back and ass. While I got comfortable, Chris went into the kitchen and came back with his glass pipe and lighter.
After taking another hit, he offered the pipe to me. I knew I had to leave his apartment at some point and I passed. Chris sucked back my hit and put the pipe down. He then leaned down close and blew the white thick smoke into my face. In spite of myself, I took some of the T in.
"I'm going to fist your hole good," Chris said gleefully, "But first let's see what damage we can do with some of these." He gestured to the pile of unused toys on the floor.
My eyes fell upon his Rambone and he must have seen me because he smiled and reached for it. He handed me the poppers we had been using, the bottle now warm to the touch. Chris started to grease up the fuck toy with Crisco and I took a whiff of the poppers. I lifted my legs high into the air, offering up my cunt for the taking.
"Let have some fun, you fucking pig," Chris hissed. "While I'm sliding this in and out of your hole, I want to tug on this string." Chris still had his nipple clamps on. I had no problem with that and gave them a friendly tug. "Harder," Chris barked.
Chris wiped some of the Crisco on my hole and immediate slid the Rambone in my man cunt. It quickly when in and I slightly gasped in surprise, tugging hard on the string I was holding. It pulled one of the clips off of Chris' nipples -- he gasped and his dick slapped the floor.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I apologized, concerned that I hurt Chris.
"Oh no, that didn't hurt," Chris panted and closed his eyes. He grabbed the poppers and took a deep hit. "These are stale," he said disdainfully. He reached for another bottle and opened it without ever letting the dildo slip from my ass (by holding it in with his knee.)
He grabbed a piece of paper towel and clear his nose and snorted in the fresh poppers. "That's more like it," Chris said and re-attached the loose clamp to his throbbing tit. "Here, blow your nose and try this."
Chris leaned down and held the paper towel for me. I went to blow my nose and moved myself in such a way that the Rambone slipped further along my Hersey highway. I shuttered and Chris checked to see if I was OK. When he realized what had happened, he chuckled and offered me the poppers. "We'll get the rest of this up your pussy soon enough, you pig."
Chris settled back down and grabbed hold of the toy and started to slide it all the way in and out. I grabbed hold of the back of my knee to give him a better target and Chris was able to slide all 15" of the ridged fuck toy deep within me. I was breathing deeply and pushing my ass up to meet the assault.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, " I started to chart in rhythm with Chris' thrusts.
Chris pulled the toy out of my heated hole and I already felt its loss. Chris ordered me to take a big hit of poppers and I let go of one of my leg's to grab the bottle. I emptied my lungs and inhaled deeply, holding the heady vapors for as long as I could. I slowly exhaled, grabbed my leg again and looked Chris directly in the eyes.
Chris had heavily coated his right hand with Crisco and slid his hand up to the wrist in one movement. That felt soooo good. Chris took his hand immediate out and that felt even better. Chris did this in and out play a few times and my dick wept pre-cum.
Chris then started his forward march on my colon. Pushing his hand deeper, he passed my prostate and I spread my legs open wider to accept his gift. His fingers reached my `second ring' in no time and he started to toy with it.
"Do you want it," Chris teased me?
"Please," I moaned.
"Beg for it"
"Please, please, fuck my hole," I pleaded.
Chris leaned forward and passed the open bottle of poppers under my nose. I sniffed, trying not to suck any of the burning liquid into my nostrils. He capped the bottle and put it down with the one hand. He then lifted my head up and gently kissed me. Our lips met and tongues swam with each other. Chris felt me relax and eased his hand deeper into me.
My body shuttered and I sucked harder on his tongue. Chris slowly let my head down and he sat upright again. He reached over to the Crisco can and added more grease to his arm. He slid his arm slightly out of my panting cunt and I could feel him repositioning his hand. He motioned with his head to the poppers and I offered him some then took some myself.
Chris had curled his fingers into a fist and started to move it in and out of the place he had just been resting it. My ball sac pulled tight against my body and I went to stroke my dick. Chris swatted my hand away. Slowly but steadily Chris started to pick up the pace, drawing his hand closer to pulling it out of my ass but pushing it back in. Suddenly, he pulled his whole hand out of my shit hole and rested it on my growing rosebud.
Tears rolled down my cheeks and I was panting and moaning. Chris looked deep into my eyes and smiled. He rubbed my ass lips with his closed fist, admiring his handy work. Chris pushed against my sloppy cunt and felt no resistance. His fist went in and out of my ass in a slow and deliberate manner, building up speed.
I started to pant louder and louder. I groped wildly for the poppers and found them, quickly huffing a healthy dose. Chris slowed down his pace to allow me to recap the poppers and put them down. He grabbed my left leg and lifted up higher, still pounding away. Mucus and tears smeared my face. I went to turn my neck to get a little more comfortable and Chris took that opportunity to thrust his whole fist through my `second ring'.
Time stopped for a moment and I actually saw stars. I could hear myself howling -- deep, low and gutteral. Chris has stopped moving his arm but I was sucking more and more of his fist in. Piss and cum coated my belly and dripped down onto the pillows beneath me.
I was slowing coming back to reality and Chris was slowly pulling his fist from my freshly fucked hole. I babbled incoherently as his hand slipped out of me. Chris quickly grabbed a bunch of paper towels and cleaned up the general area. Chris helped me put my legs down and had me lay there while I got the feeling back into my legs.
"Here, have some water," Chris said partially lifting my upper torso to drink the pro offered glass.
"Thanks, " I sputtered trying to get back some sort of normal thought process.
We sat there for a while, smiling at each other. I looked at the clock and realized six hours had passed and I had to make some effort to get on the rest of my day. I apologized to Chris but told him that I had to get ready to leave. He said it was no problem. And we both wobbly got to out feet.
I helped him clean up the living room -- collecting all the wadded of paper towels, depositing all the used toys into the kitchen sink and helping him fold up the tarps. We took a shower together and kissed and held each other tight while we washed away the grime.
We exchanged more detailed contact info and an made some idle chit-chat while I finished dressing. It's strange how you can just finish having intense sex with someone and have to grope to have any sort of meaningful conversation. We briefly kissed as I left the apartment and I told him that I would get in contact with him soon. As I rode the elevator down to the street, I wondered how I was going to get through the rest of the day and when was the next time I was going to see Chris.
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