Iron Chef Vanilla Fuck Battle

Last weekend we drove from Northern NSW to Sydney to spend some time with scene friends. We stopped one night at a favorite highway motel a couple of hours north of Sydney. They have huge two person baths and it's a great place to relax after a long drive.

We checked in about 6pm, found a nearby pizza place, then took a quick trip to a supermarket for some local olive oil that we planned to use for massage oil. We were back at the motel eating pizza and watching TV by 7pm.

Now TV is a guilty pleasure for us, as we don't have one at home (takes too much solar power). sol scanned the TV Times and said "we have two shows we like tonight". One was the original Japanese version of Iron Chef:

" a stylized cook-off featuring guest chefs challenging one of the show's resident "Iron Chefs" in a timed cooking battle built around a specific theme ingredient...

"While always a success in Japan, Iron Chef became a surprise cult favorite in the United States when it was picked up by the Food Network and dubbed in English. Part of the U.S. appeal was due to the dubbing, which gave the show a campy charm that evoked English-dubbed Chinese kung fu movies of the 1970s. Audiences also found amusing some of the over-the-top culinary concoctions regularly featured on the show."

It's a cult favorite here in Australia for similar reasons. I also loved how each episode was named for it's special ingredient - Angler Fish Battle, Noodle Battle, Potato Battle, etc. sol said "if we have a bath now, we could be in bed in time for Iron Chef and then have some play time". Sounded good to me.

We ran the huge bath and jumped in. Oh god it was absolutely bliss on sore muscles from sitting too long in the car. I started washing sol's feet and then his back, then he returned the favor. He was very tired from the long drive. I really didn't think much play was on the cards.

We dried off and went into the bedroom naked. I told sol to lie face down on the bed and began to massage his sore shoulders and back. He groaned happily.

I puddled warm oil in the cleft of his buttocks and worked the tension out of his cheeks. As I massaged him I looked up at the TV. "Iron Chef" was almost over ... it was into it's final ten minute countdown. The chefs were racing around like crazy trying to finish and plate their dishes. I had seen so little of the episode I didn't even know what the special theme ingredient was ... it could have been vanilla for all I knew ...

Hmmm. Hang on. I had a fiendish idea...

I rolled sol over and positioned his head slightly over the edge of the bed. I stood one leg on each side of his head, then bent over and began working oil into his chest. Of course I was still naked from the bath, so he had quite a view.

His cock quickly responded to both the view and my massage. I kept an ear to "Iron Chef's" highly excitable soundtrack. The moment "Iron Chef" went into it's final one minute countdown, bracing my knees against the bed I lowered myself onto sol's face, where he could reach my interesting bits. He began using his tongue on me as I began stroking his cock. "You have one minute to come" I told him, "I expect you to come right at the end of the count!".

He did, too.

I think our recent Coming Game has perfected his coming on demand.

I reckoned I had about three minutes before he fell asleep so I quickly lay down on the bed and instructed him to do what he does best. Two minutes later I came. Who says vanilla sex is boring?

Shortly after, we were both fast asleep. My last thought for the night was:

"never thought we'd have sex during "Iron Chef" .... I'll never hear that final one minute countdown again without thinking of our own private Iron Chef Vanilla Fuck Battle!"

You can see a photo of a very smug, happy sol the next morning, at the top of this post!

Photo: Ms160