Six Of The Best

Throughout my adventures, I have always found meeting women rather easy. If I say so myself, I have a certain charm and not a little style. Add to that what I am told is a warm, winning smile, a quick wit and the ability to listen rather than talk about myself, and one has a recipe for attracting female company. Not that I use it on everyone … I have a lot of female friends I would never dream of becoming intimate with. Some of them know I have a “relaxed” attitude to fidelity, but to most I am just a very good mate.

Meeting men, when the mood takes me, however is much more difficult. For a start, I have a great deal of difficulty in spotting a gay or bisexual man and rarely have I given off vibes that would indicate that I was interested in another man.

Places like the Sauna Bar are useful and I will often research gay bars in places I am visiting. However, for the most part I now use gay dating sites and smartphone apps.  Such methods are not always successful … I have arranged meetings where the man has not in the slightest interested me … this is because few people put genuine photographs of themselves on the site.

More often than not, however, I end up having great fun. Lionel is a shining example.

We made contact online when I was visiting the north-west, and spoke briefly on the phone the day before meeting. He intrigued me because he was so very well-spoken – no hint of campness, just very clear and accent-less diction.  It therefore came as no surprise to discover, upon meeting him, that he was a retired actor.

He was in his late 60s when we met, and I was some 20 years younger. Arriving at the address he had given me, he answered the door in a silk dressing gown. He was of average height, with a bald pate, and stocky without being overly fat. As is usual at such meetings, because we both know why I am there, we dispensed with the niceties by simply introducing ourselves and shaking hands. Lionel then guided me upstairs to his bedroom.

He undid and removed his dressing gown to reveal a hairless body – even his pubic hair had been removed – that was pale and a little paunchy. His cock was flaccid, and appeared on the small side. He laid on the bed and pointed to a couple of coat hangers that he had thoughtfully provided for my clothes.

I undressed quickly, in the manner a gentleman should. There is a certain order as to how a man should undress, whatever the gender of the person he is undressing for ... jacket, tie, shirt, shoes, socks, trousers, shorts. As soon as I was naked, I laid on the bed next to him and started to stroke his chest and nipples.

He leaned into me to kiss me. Now, I have to say that when I first embarked on my bisexual escapades, and for several years afterwards, I was averse to kissing another man. However, once I forced myself to do it on one occasion, I found I quite enjoyed it. So I responded to Lionel’s kiss by pushing my tongue deep into his mouth, at the same time moving my hand down to gently caress his cock which I could feel reacting to my touch. 

My own rod needed no such stimulation and Lionel moved his hand to take me firmly and start to masturbate me.  As he did so, I let go of his member and moved my hand round to find the entrance to his ass and gently insert a finger into it.

Again, it is a bit of a myth that all gay and bisexual men want anal intercourse. Many, in fact, don’t and are happy to wank or suck a cock and have the same done to then.  One does not like to be brash about this, though, and I knew he would move my hand away if he was not interested. He didn’t, so I pushed my finger deeper into him and felt him tense with pleasure. 

He moved away from me and moved his mouth down my body to my sex, which he commenced to lick, before running his tongue around the head, and then took me full in his mouth. I laid back and let him pleasure me, before then suggesting that I repay the favour at the same time. Soon we were in the classic 69 position, each sucking the others cock.  In fact, it was so pleasurable that I had to pull away to stop from coming too soon.

Lionel pushed me over onto my front and started to stick his tongue into my ass, followed by his finger, thus gently stretching it.  Soon, I felt the cold drip of lubricant squelching into my asshole, followed by the tip of his, now much larger, penis pushing in.  I shifted position so that I was on all fours with him kneeling behind me, and the delicious feeling of his cock sliding all the way into my ass. 

He was surprisingly virile in his fucking of me, and I then caught a whiff of the unmistakeable smell of poppers. He took a deep breath of it before putting it under my nose. Immediately, my heart rate quickened and I could feel my ass squeezing his cock. I then felt the warm jet of his spunk shooting deep inside me.

He pulled out and pushed me face down onto the bed. He reached between my legs and pulled my throbbing cock down so that it was between my legs, even though it was extremely hard. Then, just using his thumb and forefinger, he massaged the head until I came in an extremely intense orgasm.

The usual scenario after both have come in such situations is that we clean up, get dressed and go our separate ways. However, as Lionel lay down on the bed next to me, and after kissing me long and hard, he asked if I could do him a service.

He reached down the head of the bed and pulled out what looked like a very flimsy walking stick. Then the penny dropped … it was a school cane. 

“Can you give me six of the best?” he asked in his plummy voice.

Now, I’m no stranger to administering corporal punishment (see future chapters of this blog) so I could see no reason why I should not oblige him.

“Of course”, I said, and was surprised at just how big his smile was.

We clambered off the bed and he bent over his dressing table, gripping onto the back edge.  I stood up behind him and delivered a short, sharp blow across his buttocks.

“Harder, please, …. Six of your very best”

Each blow brought up a red welt across his ass and I have to admit to feeling a frisson of excitement as I did so.  This was nothing to the effect it was having on him, however.  His cock expanded as if it was being inflated and he was soon fully hard again.

When I had finished, He went to stand up but I pushed him back down.  I used the same trick on him …. Reaching between his legs I pulled his cock down and started to massage it as if milking a cow.  He came very quickly, and I caught the spunk and used it to lubricate his ass.  Soon, I was holding his arms down on the dressing table as I was pumping away at his bum. I reached down for his poppers and came to a shuddering climax as I inhaled it deeply.

As I was dressing shortly afterwards, I mentioned that I was very impressed with his powers of recovery, having two orgasms so close together. He opened the dressing table drawer and through me a pack of pills, saying “the secret of my success”.  It was the first time I had ever seen Viagra, but certainly not the last.

I met Lionel a couple of times after that, but five years ago his phone was not answered as it was “out of service” . I went to the house but new people were living there. I asked if they knew how to get in touch with him and received the sad news that he had died six months before.