I am not sure how to write this.
First of all, contribute to Nifty, and I need to and can finally do that, too.
Life is so strange right now with isolation. I was having the best time of my life before this. And I have had a very long life. Being a widower and single is quite odd.
This story should be a fantasy, but is reality.
As those of you who have read my work (I am Dave Ledge here) know that I am a wrestler. Yeah. But I'm also a lover. I am in touch with most of my ex-lovers. I spent an hour and a half with my young ex-lover on the phone yesterday. Until I decided to "hang up my trunks" as a submission wrestler, I never lost a match, but did tie with guys bigger, stronger, and more experienced than I am. For smaller or less muscular less experienced guys, I tried to be kind and not hurt them in any way and tried to make them become more confident in their bodies.
To begin, I have never had any desire to be a dom (dominant) guy for a sub (submissive) guy. However, being a dom is natural for me it seems.
I have a friend who is always looking for me to find Mr. Right. I respect that. I doubt that will happen. But wouldn't that be great! But this is about a guy I met on Recon, a site my friend recommended to me which specializes in Dom/Sub and other kinds of kinky sex and relationships.
I was out of the country for several months last spring. But before I left I met a much older man who enjoyed me quite a bit. He has a new, big house, not far from me. He loves stripping me naked and then seeing me pose for him and eventually jack off and cum for him. He admires my polar bear muscular body and big cock and loves seeing me cum all over his wooden floor in a huge load. He enjoys spanking me and making me suck his cock, too. About a year and a half ago he had a plastic supermarket sack for me and gave it to me. I was puzzled. He said, "I won't need these anymore, but I think you might." I opened the bag and there was a bottle of lube and two dildoes! Well, I have used them, but that's getting ahead of myself and my story. I was glad to celebrate his 86th birthday a few months ago. My nickname for him is "Ancient John". But he still gets hard and enjoys what we do sexually. If I can do that when I'm his age twenty years from now, I'll be a happy man!
By now it should be obvious that I'm one of the protagonists of this story. I think I've described myself well enough above. But I can also say I'm just over 6 feet, 180 pounds, and nice-looking with a good voice. And with those measurements you can tell I live in the USA. Otherwise I would have said I'm 1 m 85 and 81.6 kg.
The other protagonist is a man I call "Big Steve".
Let's be honest. Steve is a man's man. The dude is ruggedly handsome. He is late 40s. He is 6'4 and 250 pounds. His wife is beautiful. He has sent me pics of him and her and him fucking her to prove that. He's the major person behind training first responders in this area through his firm. He Is a very important dude and very impressive.
But he's my sub.
Big Steve is normally an alpha guy. Everyone looks up to him in every way. He knows how to command men and give orders. He is used to being obeyed. Men jump to do what he says. He never has to say "right now" or "pronto". He is a man of few words. If he says to do something, you do it right then!
He is the opposite with me. I give the commands. I give the orders. He does what I say. He serves me and does what I say.
When we met on Recon, he made it quite clear that I was in charge of him and he would submit to me. To be honest this was new to me. I normally had to fight guys to make them submit to me. For a guy like him, lots bigger than I am, to submit to me without a fight was new.
He came over to the apartment where I had a room and was immediately submissive to me. I made him strip naked. He was a very big guy, but his cock was soft, and would stay soft, although there was nice precum. I was quite hard and have a very big cock. He winced a bit when he saw how big I am. But he was determined. I saw the man he was and liked that very much.
I made him strip and unveil his very big body. I took my time playing with it, still dressed. I soon realized he had nipples that begged to be played with. I soon played with his big ass as well and went down to his feet. His feet were sensitive, too. Nice. Ok, the coup de grace. I stripped slowly to be as naked as he was. He appreciated my super fit older man's body, but gulped again at the hard cock. Once naked, I mounted him and ground my nakedness against his. I was really enjoying this and he seemed to enjoy being dominated. I then risked kissing him open mouth to open mouth. He submitted to that, too. I doubted he had ever kissed a man before. Well, the first of many things he would experience as a virgin to men. To be honest, I wanted to fuck him then. But I knew he wasn't ready. And he was big enough that he could take me in a fight if I went too far too fast. So, I got out the lube and the toys Ancient John had given me. He eyed them with concern. I told him I would be gentle with him, at first. I made it clear that the "at first" was a warning.
I used the lube to warm up the smaller dildo/toy. I knew he could take it since I had used on myself to be sure. I am pretty much a top but had been a bottom for a young guy a long time ago, I'm still in touch with, and have talked with recently on the phone about his love life...
I played with Big Steve's ass. I used a lot of lube for my fingers to prep him. Finally, I had him loose enough to insert the small dildo/toy. He groaned in pain! He really was a virgin! I was gentle with him as I had promised. I inserted the dildo just barely and fucked him with it just barely at first. When he finally started to get into being fucked, I used the dildo as much more like a real cock. Big Steve started to love being used by me.
That was as far as we went during that session.
During the next session it was time to use the small dildo and then move to the dildo as big as me. As you can imagine, this took time and lots of lube! However, since I'm older, I am patient. But all, Big Steve is a real man. He worked through the pain. He knew what I wanted, which was to fuck his big ass and fuck him senseless.
We finally got him used to the big dildo and he was fine with it. It was finally time for the coup de grace, the real me. And to be honest, I was tired of waiting. I wanted to sink in and feel his hot hole around my big cock. And he wanted it almost as bad as me. He hadn't realized how much of a sexual orifice his ass was before.
To be continued? And this is autobiographical.
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