My night with a Speedo clad slave

"It's not you but me".  Those are words that you never want to hear but my long-term partner had fallen for someone thirty years younger than him.  Apparently, he was having the best sex of his life and my first thought was how much is he paying for it?  You get to a certain age and you do begin to wonder what might be asked in return when a young stud wants you to fuck their pert, little arse.   Whatever the answer to that question might be the fact remained that I found myself dumped after ten years together.   

To begin with I had a lot of nervous energy running through my system and I joined a gym for the first time and got rid of some of it on the rowing machine.  After a few weeks I decided that it was time to go out and about once more.  I had moved to a place in the centre of London a couple of years before so I had no end of choice of places to go to and I decided to go to a lively pub that I had passed a few days ago.   There was a large central bar with lots of quieter spaces running off it.  It also had a basement and each day a different themed event was held.  Each afternoon you could strip down to your pants, or Speedos in my case, or less and go and see what you could find.  In the evening you could go and wear your sports kit and be pissed on by a stranger wearing their kit of choice.  I went once and saw this very muscled rugby player in his full kit being pissed on by a group of about ten guys who then started to jerk off over him and he was soon covered in both piss and cum.  He looked very happy and then gave them all a show as he pissed all over himself and then shot his own load of cum all over his hairy, muscular chest.   Other evenings had other themes such as spanking or bondage.  You just had to go on a certain day and your tastes would be catered for.   Anyway, I decided that tonight was the night and went in to the bar with high hopes but low expectations.

As I entered the bar it was quite quiet.  There were a few guys who were starting their night out early and a few who had obviously come from work and were on their way home.   I bought a drink and found a table in the corner where I could sit and watch the scene unfold as the bar got busier.  I had sat for about an hour people watching and was thinking about giving up and going home when this absolutely wonderful guy walked in.  He must have been about ten years younger than me, with a very friendly grin and a confidence that told you he would get what he wanted in whatever situation he found himself in.   He walked up to the bar, ordered a drink and started to look around him.  He had just come from work and was wearing a white slim fit shirt which showed a lot of possibilities and you could see a lovely tuft of hair peeping out from the top of his open collar.   I must have drifted off into a very specific fantasy involving me and this guy sucking each other off 69 style on his desk in the middle of a crowded office when a voice startled me.  "Hi mate is anyone sat here?".  The voice was Australian and without really looking up I said "Sure.  Help yourself".  I had reached the part of my fantasy when the stud was squirting his cum all over my face when I looked up.  There was this gorgeous guy sat by me.  I realised that the bar was busier than before but not that busy.   Why was he sat by me when there were a lot more likely prospects around?   I smiled at him and he smiled back and said that I had seemed miles away.   I certainly wasn't going to tell him where I had been in my head so just said that it had been a long, hard day.  The second part was certainly true and I excused myself and went up to the bar to buy myself another drink in order to calm down.

After that we just started to talk.  His name was Karl and he was on secondment to London from his job in Brisbane.  We discreetly established that we were both single and we talked about what turned us on and what didn't.  There were also some things that we had both thought about but never tried and were curious about.  We also talked about lots of other things as well and it was quite a shock to look up and realise that we were in a crowded bar.  As far as we were both concerned we were the only two people there.  Suddenly he looked at his watch and said that he had to go as he had a "thing" that he was late for.   He asked if he could borrow my phone for a moment to look up which tube station he had to go to and then got up.  I was devastated as I thought that we were going to go back to my place and spend the night together and do some of the things that we had discussed.  Instead, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and then left.  I followed him out and decided it was time to go home.  

I needed some release one way or another and I walked home frustrated.  As soon as I got in I stripped off.   I started to rub my hands all over my body and was soon rock hard thinking about Karl.  I put on my favourite pair of jerk off Speedos and started to move my hands up and down my cock.  The speed rapidly increased and suddenly I was cumming in my Speedos and filling them whilst thinking how much better it would have been if Karl had been there to do that for me.  I took my Speedos off and cleaned myself up using them instead of having Karl there to lick me clean.   There was a real mess in them but I didn't really care.    

I got into bed tired and frustrated and drifted off to sleep thinking about Karl.  Suddenly the phone rang and I did not recognise the number.   I answered it cautiously and I could hear some heavy breathing at the end of the line.  Just as I was about to hang up this Aussie voice asked if that was Ben.  I said yes it was and I suddenly realised it was Karl.  He said that he had to leave early as he had wanted to ask me if I was up for something that he had never thought of asking for before but was too nervous to ask face to face.  He had decided that it was easier to ask over the phone so great was his fear of rejection.  The lovely, sexy, confident man I had met was nervous and wanted to ask me a favour.   I was intrigued.   I told him that he could ask me anything and Karl said that he wanted to be my slave for the night.  He wanted to be dominated, humiliated and told what to do.    I didn't need to think and I told him that I was honoured and would become his master for the night.   

He was just around the corner and I arranged to meet him.  I had an idea and took my cum filled Speedos and a rubber vest that I thought would fit and went to meet him.  Before we got into our roles I gave him a hug and we set some boundaries to ensure that things went to plan and we would both have a good time.  I then told him to strip in front of me and put on my Speedos and rubber vest.  I didn't actually look at him as he did this as I wanted to save the surprise of what he looked like stripped for a bit later when I would see him properly and it felt more exciting to wait for the big reveal.  I told him that the Speedos were wet as I had just jerked off in them whilst thinking of him.  He grinned at that particular thought.  I put his clothes in a bag and told him how to get to my place and told him to be there in ten minutes exactly.  At the very last moment I grabbed the bag of his clothes and walked off leaving him to navigate the streets dressed as he was complete with snail trails of my cum all over the front of the black Speedos he was wearing.  I reckoned that if he met anyone on the way he could come up with some sort of excuse and it would increase his excitement levels.    Exactly ten minutes later there was a knock on my door.  I knew that on the other side of the door was my Speedo and rubber clad slave and he was ready to do whatever I told him.  I slowly opened the door and let him in.   

To be continued.