the mentor

When I was younger, there was this sauna I used to go, an old establishment. In the sauna V. hanged around, a mature man at the time. He was an amiable man and told me about the earlier times, when the sauna had been packed with men, most of then married with families. There, they felt relaxed to develop their sexuality in the way they desired, bonding in man-love and sharing sexual pleasure. V. liked me, he chose me to be his protégé and taught me the way to fulfill the expectations of the man I was playing with; and to receive pleasure in return.

He had been married himself and had children. He had fulfilled his duties as a responsible family man and he lived alone, fulfilling his life. He took care of his body; he went to the gym regularly. With his prime-aged muscle and beard he reminded me of the statue of some ancient statesman.

Usually the action took place in the room with the dim light and the military beds; he would sit on the bed with his back leaning on the wall, stroking slowly hard dick. Most of the times, I would shag a man of my age. V. would instruct me unhurriedly, in a firm and steady voice, that never betrayed his stimulation, revealed by his thick and veiny cock, protruding with a dripping cock-head from the grip of his big hand. He would command me; I remember much of his talk: “go slower and deeper, then push deep without moving, so he feels you in” or “take some of my cock drip in your palm; have him smell, breathe through and lick like a dog”.

To keep going he would have someone kneeling on the floor in front of him, sucking him. He would always cum after I and my play partner released, making sure that he watched over the whole thing until we finished. Many times, he demanded to suck him after I was done; his spooge on my face, a reward for him and a great pleasure for me.

One time, I was back from a long absence; I had not seeing him for a while and I went directly to suck him. “No class today”, I said. “You are good and deserve this, no class today”, he smiled. Then he fucked me long and hard; I remember him above me on the military bed, kissing me.

After sex, we would relax with a beer in the bar, or on the bed in the room, talking about things. He would talk about his children, young adults at the time; he was always by their side for whatever they needed. A real gentleman and soft spoken, anyone could see his man-force behind his composure. I felt good every time he said that I was a good student, steadily improving. I rested my head on his shoulder and he would put his arm around me; we would stay like that. He was my teacher in man-sex and cock worshiping; he made sure that I learned that - first and foremost - to get sexual fulfillment you have to focus on pleasing your partners.

It's been years since the last time I saw him.