36 Hours in OZ
Part 1
I'm mikedave01@yahoo.com. I answer all emails. And DONATE to Nifty as I have done.
True Story for the most part.
I have never been called "The Wizard of OZ" before. But just was when I let the guy out at the airport to return home from here. Maybe I am.
I had just set up a 36 hour visit for him (with help) where I live. I had spent months on the visit, getting advice, buying products, and planning.
But this guy is special and deserved the work. He is a Nifty author as well. I have enjoyed his work and giving advice on his work.
He wanted a full session where he would be a sub to a dom. He said he had never had that and that guys automatically treated him as a dom since he's an ex-CEO and quite muscular and good-looking. Well, I am something of a dom and have training in that. And, as readers know, I enjoy wrestling and love winning. So, ok.
I spent time consulting about this and buying products. I enlisted the help of a guy from here who has good toys as an assistant dom.
To say that this guy, when picked up at the airport is hot, is an understatement. He was better-looking than his pics.
He complimented me on my speaking voice, which is not the first time someone has. I should do something with it, but unsure as to what. He has a nice voice, too. And I immediately pegged out where he was from originally. I do enjoy language and linguistics.
Eventually when he, my assistant friend, and I got to the nice hotel (I had picked it out (but he got a great room) we were ready to play naked. And was he a revelation when naked. Yeah, you could tell he had worked on his body for a long time. Pretty much anybody's fantasy of an older guy. While not my height, super fit. I am pretty good looking. But I think people might prefer him. I don't have his biceps and my hairy chest is less dense. I have been told I have a great butt, but his is better, in my humble opinion. And he has a very nice cock as well. A bit, unexpected, that, while not my length and not a mushroom head in the same way, quite nice and bulbous.
The three of us settled down to serious play pretty quickly. But threesomes are tricky things. It was pretty clear pretty soon that my assistant was not getting the same attention that Pete, the visitor, and I were giving each other. I mean, Pete and I both realized it and worked to get the assistant serious attention, too. We did.
We broke it up to go to cocktail hour downstairs and serious snacks. Great cheap nachos! I normally eat pretty healthfully and am tall and thin. But you have to splurge at times. Martinis, margaritas as well. Yeah.
Soon we were back upstairs for round two.
Both Pete and I decided to focus on the assistant more. I mean, the dude had agreed to be part of this life-changing experience after all. We kept some clothes on for a while and nookied. I mean kissed and felt each other up. Both guys gravitated to my big and long cock with the big mushroom head all of my readers know about. But Pete's cock proved to be pretty nice, too.
However we were here for a dom/sub session.
Toys were soon brought out.
I stripped Pete down and we began applying the whips. Gently at first, then with more force. I finally used real force on him. Yeah, I am pretty strong, whipcord body and strength. It hurt. He reacted. That was satisfying. I realized I wanted to hurt him. Smart, wealthy, muscular older man. Yeah, I realized I had a lot of aggression I wanted to let out on him.
Soon his beautiful naked butt became the target of my aggression. What beauty back there. He had shaved it and cleaned it. It was the object of my desire. I had a paddle, but wanted to feel the butt hurt with my bare, naked, hand. I started to spank him, hard, then soft, rubbing his beautiful butt between blows. It soon turned red, both cheeks.
I had promised him I would leave no marks on him since he had to return home to his wife and job. Reluctantly I had to leave it alone for now, although I promised I would give his butt more attention with my cock later on.
My assistant and I then started to work over the rest of his body. This dude had come for two days of torture and we were going to provide it.
My assistant soon discovered that Pete had a serious foot fetish. While I get that people do, I don't. My feet are my feet and that's it. Kudos to the assistant for trying this. I wouldn't have. Pete's reaction to the stimulation of his feet was great. I even had to gratulate the assistant out loud.
I worked on his legs next. Nothing much there in the way of a reaction. Move on.
His mouth was delectable and he proved to be nearly a match for me as a kisser. Well, that was going to get me anywhere except hard and too near to cumming. The night was still pretty young after all.
He had beautiful nipples hidden partially in his abundant chest hair. Those were the next target. They were sensitive. But my assistant and I worked them too hard too quickly. We tried chest clamps and wooden clothespins. He was not used to that kind of abuse. I mean, my first male lover trained me on chest clamps and said I had to toughen my nipples if I thought I was going on the underground wrestling circuit in New York. While out of practice now, I still have tough nipples.
I did some mild gut punching next. He does have a great tanned gut.
The assistant and I also got to his cock and balls. He does have a great cock. The assistant and I took turns sucking him, torturing him that way. We then tried some ball abuse. He has big balls that were full of cum. He said he hds a week's worth of cum in them. His balls turned out to be pretty sensitive and we had to back off on torturing them.
We had established a system of code words so that Pete could tell the assistant and me when he had had enough and when to back off. So, "yellow" meant he had had enough for now. Maybe more later. "Red" meant stop now! To our credit, he did have to use both code words on more than on occasion. We did our jobs.
Eventually we all had done enough. At this point we were all naked.
I don't know how much we slept that night. I know I didn't. I was the sandwich between the two other men and they were both snorning away. If it had been more musical it would be have been quite a duet. I thought about recording it and posting an audio file, until I thought better of it.
At some point Pete had to move because of his injured left rotator cuff. Am I the only athletic guy never to have injured himself? Weird question, especially considering some of the wrestling matches I have had over the years that felt like they were life or death.
But at 3:20 in the morning, I finally was so hard something had to give. I had to have Pete's ass. I found the lube and started to lube up both my cock and his ass. He was still snoring when I started my approach to his fantastic ass. He stirred a bit when he felt my chest against his back. Yeah, I was going in from the back and I was going in. He had assured he was clean and had showed the dildo he could take that was my size. Yeah, somewhere out there there has got be my twin who was the model for big dildoes. Dudes, I am not bragging.
Even with lots of lube, it was tough getting in him, even when he was relaxed after drink and lots of play. It started to hurt me even before I finally got past his sphincter. That woke him up! Pete is a very strong guy with great biceps. We agreed that he would win over me in arm wrestling, but I do know wrestling and would beat him at that.
At this point he realized he wanted to get fucked by my huge cock, even at this ungodly hour of the morning.
I have written about punching through a guy's second hole. Only a guy my size can. And I figured Pete was thinking about this additional challenge in this dom/sub 36 hours.
Let's be honest. I kept going in and going in and going in. When I punched through his second hole his moan was loud enough to awake my assistant, who wasted no time going down on Pete. OK. Now he was getting spit roasted for the first time in a while. I didn't want to cum too quickly and wanted him to have pleasure to go along with the pain of earlier.
Too soon he warned the assistant that he was cumming. The assistant suddenly came from sucking and eagerly swallowed Pete's cum and I blasted deep in Pete.
A triple cumming. Rare, but nothing like it.
I woke up the next morning with Pete in my arms, nestled on my chest.
Damn he was beautiful.
I had called him my boi very often and said I was his dom daddy Dave.
Well, he was truly my boi then
Damn again. He was so beautiful in my arms and so peaceful and satisfied.
Triple damn. I lost part of my heart to him then.
My assistant woke up and looked at us and left, saying he would leave lovers to themselves. That shocked me big time. How could a dom/sub be lovers?
How could this tough old guy be a lover to anybody. I mean, really.
Abrazos Fuertes a todos y especialmente a Pete.
Dave.
P.S. There is a day two if anyone would like me to write it out.