From TV to Reality

Ever seen someone on TV, admired their appearance and ended up having sexual encounters with them later in life? 

That happened twice to me in Jamaica and England respectively.

The English version occurred during the late 1990s when going through a phase of expanding my sexual experiences beyond the usual limits - whatever that means. 

I responded to a personal ad in the London paper Loot that turned out to be one of my happiest experiences.

The ad explained that he was a dom seeking subs into bdsm. He was in his late 60s. 

Bi and complicated as I was then I was fascinated by the bdsm scene having seen a few magazines in the sex centre of Soho, West End of London when I worked nearby.

I wrote a brief letter in response to the ad and we ended up chatting a few times on the phone. Let me call him Nick.

I was not believing to myself that I would ever meet Nick in person.

I was in my early 30s but Nick sounded assured and delighted for us to meet. He sounded excited and his enthusiasm rubbed off on me and I feared disappointing him if I chickened out.

(No photo sharing in those days)

When Nick opened his front door in South  London I instantly recognised him from tv and film but pretended not to.

He was white, average height, slimmish and distinguished looking with a poshish accent.

Damn was I nervous as hell.

But what set things at ease - so to speak - was that Nick was firm from the start. Totally no nonsense. No introductory handshake.

"You're fucking late! Get in there and take off your clothes" he barked

No pleasantries then.

I was too nervous to object and obeyed sheepishly. 

Nick made 6ft 1 man feel 2 feet tall in quick time.

Nick told me to lie face down on the bed and he gave me 10 of his cane and I had to count each one of them.

Those strokes hurt! I was not going let Nick knew it was painful. 

But Nick gave me another 20 for miscounting.

I thought to myself as I lay there "I am not coming back here. "What did fuck am I doing?", "What excuse can I come up with to bail out early?"

Nick squeezed nipples so hard and would apply some snake bite rubber gadget on them.

(I did invest in some snake bites and my nipples are extremely firm even in 2023.)

Nick even placed a dog collar around my neck and slapped me a few times. I was numb.

All I was thinking now was what if anyone found out about me. The media would have a field day given Nick's status.
 
Nick fucked me without asking my permission. (Hello?) 

Nick yanked off his shirt to reveal the thickest firmest nipples I had ever seen.

He ordered me to nibble them and they were just yummy.

After we both came Nick ordered me to have a shower in his well secluded back garden.

As I left Nick's home and was on the way home on the train I felt great, intrigued and kinky. 

There was a buzz, a sensation in me that I went beyond my normal safe boundaries.

I was back by Nick the next week and that sub/dom situation went on for roughly 6 years.

Nick lived just a few station stops from my workplace in Waterloo which was nearby to the world renowned National Theatre that he visited regularly to give talks on his career.

So we would meet up in London and do all sorts of "role plays". 

He revelled in his new found influence over me.

Me too. It was different. Exciting.

Nick was daring and made the "relationship" lasting and appealing.

Whatever Nick dared I was up for it without fearing the consequences. 

Nick introduced me to threesomes with men and women in his thespian circles. We went to his favourite sauna and we put on a show and others watched/joined.

Nick had a thing about discreetly fondling my crotch in public spaces, on public transport, at classical music concerts and especially on a boat sailing the River Thames. 

Whenever some members of the public would approach Nick for an autograph he gave them the impression I was his security.

Given I was 6ft 1 and Nick 5ft 8 people believed I was his Mr T.

In the end we became good friends but with lines drawn as to who was always in charge.

I was his occasional chauffeur and would take him to special events where he was treated as royalty.

He said I was his Kunte Kinte.

Nick was just thrilling to be around. His fearlessness and daring nature was infectious.

Where I first saw Nick was in in one of those Roger Moore James Bond films and thereafter in British tv dramas and comedy shows.

He was more famous in the 1960s and 70s but continued acting until the 1990s. 

A great story teller of his life on stage and in front of the camera.

Nick had other subs including a former international great sports star that adored Nick to a tee.

We did share threesomes with Nick. That former sports star was married and super rich but  Nick had him before he was successful.

That began a BDSM journey that went to levels not for the squeamish but allowed me to subservient in the most auspicious of environments with 2 other Doms across the UK.

Nick passed away in the late 2000s.

Quickly on the Jamaica version 

It happened in 2018.

I am turned on guys who are cuddly or bearish. I just do. So I admired this cuddly dark skinned black young man (late 20s) who was appearing on a local version of the biggest loser.

We met months later via the adam4adam website at my home to my pleasant surprise. "I know you?" Was my initially reaction when I saw him approaching my gate.

Boy was he freaky and verbal in ways that was pleasantly surprising.

He loved me eating his arse and I loved it when we had long kisses in the hills of Jamaica especially at nights with cool Caribbean breeze on our backs.

His public notoriety and his own sensitive professional role meant our meats were sporadic but fantastic.

A real treat that was worth the risk.