My name is Luis, I'm 59, divorced 15 years ago, and due to subsequent circumstances, I became a submissive to mature men.

After my divorce, I became a bit of a party animal and didn't miss any opportunity to have a good time. I went out to parties as if there was no tomorrow.

What I'm about to tell you is a totally real experience that changed my life forever.

It was a typical Thursday, I arrived home from work and sat down to watch TV. A friend called me, and we went out for a drink. After two drinks, my friend said he was leaving, and logically, I did too. We said our goodbyes, and I got on my motorcycle to head back home. As I was driving, I saw a breathalyzer checkpoint in a well-known and central square in Barcelona, so to avoid getting fined, I pulled my motorcycle over to the sidewalk, parked it, and went into a bar to have a drink and wait for the checkpoint to be removed.

I ordered my drink and sat down at the bar. After a while, I noticed a gentleman, about 70 years old, also alone and sitting at the bar next to me.

We started a casual and pleasant conversation, and little by little, the conversation began to turn to hot topics. Since I was a bit tipsy, I was uninhibited and enjoyed the direction the conversation was taking. As my companion saw that I was comfortable with the topic, he started explaining more intimate themes, which made me, without wanting to, start to get an erection. He continued talking to me and subtly started touching my leg with his leg, then his hand also started touching my leg, and in the absence of any rejection from me, he placed his hand on my leg without any shame, moving it softly up and down my leg, getting closer and closer to my already bulging package.

After more than an hour of hot conversation, he was openly touching my leg and spreading my legs to have better access to my package and notice how I was completely erect.

Around 2 am, the bar closed, and we went out to the street to say our goodbyes. Then, when he saw me heading towards my motorcycle, he said, "Luis, let's go to my place, I live just around the corner."

I felt a spark inside me, and I couldn't resist his offer.

We walked for 3 minutes and went up to his house, which was a luxurious, spacious, and very well-decorated apartment. He explained to me that he was a widower, having lost his wife years ago, and that he had always been bisexual. He was explaining this to me while preparing two drinks.

We sat down on his enormous sofa, and he started touching me without any disguise, going straight to my package and touching it from the outside of my pants, feeling how my cock was screaming to come out.

He told me to undress and stand in front of him. Once I was naked, he got up from the sofa, took my hands, and tied them behind my back. Then, he made me open my legs and started observing and touching me wherever he wanted.

He touched my bu...