Chapter 10
Freddie
Nude swimming? Tick, tick, tick. Loved that shit.
Craig, the instructor and owner, is an awesome guy.
Similar to my age, he is down to earth and encouraging to all the people who have come to the class.
I think a big part of the reason for its success is that he has such a warm, welcoming personality.
Also, his huge dong. That he kept out during the interview and during the class.
What a man. I can’t wait to get home and start my review with the notes I’ve taken.
I’ve even gone as far as signing up for another class the following week.
While I’m unsure if I see Craig as potential friend or hookup material, he was a fun presence to have here while I kept fit.
Also, it helped that I could ogle him from the water.
Something I think he liked more than he admitted when I asked him.
My mood has improved even more as the small man behind the counter gives me one of my bottles of Irn-Bru free because I was so shiny and new to his country, as he put it. I grin and thank him as I put my sunglasses back on, a pep in my step as I make my way to my apartment building.
There are a couple of packages for me when I arrive, one I know of and another that I assume is a local toy company sending me some freebies.
My fingers are crossed for lube as I have just run out.
Putting my drinks and snacks on the kitchen island, I take a seat at one of the bar stools, ripping open the second parcel in excitement.
I love receiving freebies to try from companies. It was one perk of the job. I’m always honest in my reviews, something I know my readers appreciate. I’m a no-bullshit kind of person in real life, and I wasn’t going to lie to subscribers just because I want free shit.
Shoving all the packaging to one side, half of it falling onto the tile below, I squint to see what arrived.
It seems to be a USB with a keychain of two latex arms and hands in a prayer pose.
Looking around, I can’t see a delivery note or note of any kind.
The box has no return address. What the fuck is this?
Not sure I even want to plug it into my laptop in case it sucks the life from it and gives me a bunch of viruses.
Setting it aside for the time being because I’m too excited about the other package lying on top of my unused hob.
Running to my bedroom, I throw myself down on my bed as I attempt to strip naked at the same time.
It does not go well, and I end up stuck in my jumper with my feet tangled around my jean shorts that are stuck in my socks.
Fucking hell. Wrestling out of it all, I’m almost sweating by the time I shove the pile of clothing off the side.
My major kink is latex. Not just latex wearing, but seeing someone else in it.
Uh, it’s so hot. I love the tightness of it, the restriction.
I love the feel against my skin as I wear it.
Living alone offers me the freedom to parade around in my outfits or underwear sets whenever I please.
It makes me feel sexy, especially when it rubs against my cock, keeping it snug against me.
I open the box, carefully pulling out the pair of ankle socks and matching gloves.
Along with them is the skimpiest pair of hot pants that I gave measurements for to ensure they will fit perfectly right out of the box.
They have a small zip front to back for easy access.
I have also just received a fresh bottle of shine from them that was actually from a company I reviewed last year at the Latex Exhibition that was held here.
It was a lucky find and made all my outfits even better than they were before.
I hadn’t looked back and now only ever use their product.
Grabbing the baby powder and my new friends, I carefully get myself into them then shine them up.
Making my way over to the end of the bed where I have a large, obscurely shaped mirror that takes up half the wall.
Fuck, I look good. I run my hands up and down my body, stopping to touch my nipples that have pebbled and are now super sensitive.
I can feel myself pushing against the latex at my crotch, and it only makes me harder.
I wish for someone who loves this as much as I do.
For them to be wearing something I had measured to fit them perfectly, for them to rub against me as we touch and kiss.
Fuck, I’m going to cum. Just watching myself, knowing I could easily zip the black hot pants open and stroke myself with lube-covered gloves, but I don’t dare.
I like the thrill of having to find an alternative.
I lie on my stomach, my hands under my hips to hold my erection. I hump at myself as I moan. I picture myself with a faceless man. Someone taking control, telling me I was going to cum no matter what because my cock was owned by them.
In my mind, they cage me and force me to wear these, with my cock fully restricted from touch. I want to be weighed down as they force themselves into my hot, ready mouth. I cum so hard I nearly fell off the bed.
Panting, I lie awkwardly, half off, half on. Sweaty and sated, I let my breathing go back to normal before I head for the bathroom. I wash and dry my new favourite things, then hang them on special hangers in my little latex wardrobe I had custom-made.
As sad as it was to some, these pieces were a part of me.
I’m a strong man with a successful business, but when I put those on?
I’m another version of Freddie. The one who wants to be unable to move, unable to say no and show full submission to the man I’m on my knees for.
Although I have yet to make that a reality, I’m sure it’s in my future.
Like the universe knows what I’m thinking; I have an email waiting for me when I go back to the kitchen for my snacks. Cracking open the bottle of my Irn-Bru, I take a long sip and sigh with nostalgia. The email is from the Latex Exhibition I had just been thinking about.
Apparently, they are the ones to send the package with the weird USB.
Trusting that it is legit, I plug it in and there’s a pop-up invite I click on.
Inside are several files about the events, dates, and exhibitors.
They’re asking me to be a paid participant this year.
To be an interviewer for clubs and businesses attending.
There is the option to add on a few of my own if I want to as well.
I squeal with excitement. Holy fuck! Dreams can come true.
I settle down for the night with my notepad and laptop after I email a confirmation of my presence. Things are finally looking up, and I intend to grab the bull by its big arse and hold on tight.