The Basement

I’m 6’2 and heavily built. I’ve got a broad back and thick arms from working outside for years as a landscape gardener. My dark hair started to grey in my 30s and now, well into my 40s there’s more salt than pepper. Even my thick chest hair is going grey now.

I’m told I scrub up well, but that day, like most days I hadn’t done too much scrubbing. I was wearing tight old 501s and a scruffy white t-shirt. I like my jeans just tight enough to let anyone who wants to know that I’m proud of what I’ve got down there. There’s usually a couple of worn patches or hole where you can see my thick dark leg hair poking through. My white T-shirt is probably a bit tight too. The fabric stretched slightly over my big chest, a little bit of chest hair showing around the collar. 

I was in the town centre grabbing a few things and wanted to stop by the new plant shop to have a look at some shrubs for a client. There was a fair bit for sale outside the shop but I decided to go in and have a browse. I went in and immediately noticed the guy behind the counter staring at me. As soon as I caught his eye he looked away. I laughed internally. He was cute, a nice innocent face, about 5’8, not slim but not fat. Dark curly hair. 

 He seemed to be the only one in the shop. ‘Alright?’ I asked. 

‘Y-y-yeah f-fine. C-c-can I help y-you?’ He stammered. 

It was cute as fuck. It even looked like he started to blush when I made eye contact. 

‘Just browsing.’ I said and turned my back on him. 

I could feel myself starting to chub up. As I mentioned earlier, I wear my jeans tight, and I’m pretty big down there so my bulge was pretty obvious. I decided to have some fun. I wondered off a bit and adjusted myself, making my bulge a bit more obvious. I was just about to turn around when I heard a very familiar notification sound. It caught my ear and as my head swung round the guy on the till dropped his phone like it had burned him. I smirked at him and turned around. His eyes immediately dropped down and back up again. A look of panic in his eye as he knew I’d seen him do it. I took a few steps forward and commented on how healthy the hanging plants above the counter looked. I raised my arms and stretched up to touch one, knowing that as I did my T-shirt would lift exposing a few inches of my thick muscle belly, the still dark hair trailing down from my belly button and into the top of my jeans. I nearly laughed out loud when I actually heard him gulp. As I lowered my arms and eyes I could see his phone lying on the counter next to him. Surprised to see it wasn’t open to Grindr but his notification settings. He’d purposefully played the notification sound. Cheeky fucker. He snatched his phone, flushing again. I just smiled at him and walked away.

 I went back outside and grabbed a couple of the shrubs I was after, headed back inside and put them down by the counter. The guy had to come around the front of the till to scan the price tags on the tubs. As he bent down to scan them his chinos lowered a little bit, the top of just a waistband showing. The little slut was wearing a jock. I started to chub up again. Imagining bending him over and exposing that jock framed arse. He nearly tripped getting back around the counter. Almost without s single stutter he asked “anything else I can g-get you… Sir?” 

As he said the last word he looked directly into my eyes for just a second then looked away. 

“No thanks… boy.” I said making sure I looked him right in the face as I said it. 

Without another word I grabbed the shrubs, turned and walked away. I hoped it seemed cool and dismissive but it was mostly because if I got any harder it would have been obscene for me to walk down the street.

I threw the shrubs I’d just bought into the back of my truck and jumped in. Before I started the engine I ran my hand down my chest and stomach, slowing as I brushed over my still semi cock. I pulled out my phone thinking to jump on Grindr and fire off a message to him. I opened the app up and could see him about 2000 feet away. I decided I didn’t want to let this one get away. I needed to see that cute face buried deep in my pubes as soon as possible. Closing Grindr and jumping out the truck I walked back towards the shop, finding a coffee shop few doors down I went in, ordered a large coffee and found a table. 

I opened the app again, he was now 405 feet away. I refreshed the grid and waited. I hadn’t got half-way through my coffee when a notification popped up. It was him. 

“Sorry for getting so flustered, you’re just so hot!” 

I decided to make him wait a few minutes, browsing his profile I could see his interests listed as “rough” “cum” “bondage” “bdsm” “kink” and “ws”. Not as innocent as I first thought then… 

“don’t sweat it, it’s cute” I typed back as I pressed send my hand strayed down towards my jeans, not rubbing, just hovering over the heat of my pulsing cock. 

“Thanks, Sir. What you into?” He replied. 

The automatic “sir” always makes my dick twitch. “Teaching shopkeepers that displaying a jock in public will get them fucked so hard they can’t walk” As I hit send I caught the waitresses eye 

“Can I have a pint of cold water please” I asked her. 

“FUCK! I didn’t know you could see it! You want to fuck me? I could close the shop, there’s a basement downstairs?”  He messaged back straight away. . 

“Now?” I replied. 

“Give me 20 minutes, Sir. I’ll shut up the shop. I’ll leave the side door open. Let yourself in and head down the stairs. I’ll be waiting” 

I let out a breath, this time my hand didn’t just hover I groped at my hardening bulge. I didn’t expect him to be so forward. And he clearly wanted me. 15 minutes passed and I’d finished my coffee and water. My cock had subsided to a level where I wouldn’t get arrested for indecency while crossing the road. I left the coffee shop and walked once around the block before crossing the road towards the plant shop. The door to the side of shop was pushed to, but not closed. I put my hand against it and pushed and it slid forward. Stepping through and closing it behind me I made my way down the corridor, my boots making thuds on the wooden floor. I saw a door propped open onto a stairway. I stepped through closing it behind me. As I made my way down stairs I could feel my excitement growing. As well as my cock. I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and there he was. Standing there, he looked nervous as fuck. I thought I could even see him trembling slightly. 

“You sure you want this” I said my hand grabbing at my jeans. I stepped towards him. Close enough he had to lean back to look up at me. 

“Y-y-yes S-Sir.” He said. 

“Beg me!” I ordered. 

“Please S-Sir. P-please Sir. I want it, I w-want your cock I want you t-t-o” he cut off as I stepped in closer. My broad hand on the back of his head I leant down, my lips pressing against his. Cutting his words off as my tongue slid into his mouth. It was like he melted in front of me, the tension and fear in his body disappears as my tongue pushed deeper into his mouth. My lips crushing against his I invaded him. One hand still holding the back of his head the other traveling down his back to grab at his round arse. 

I pulled away from the kiss. He gasped for air. 

“You like that boy?” I asked. 

He just nodded in reply. I let go of his head and arse. My hands finding their way around his body to his chest. Each set of fingers found their marks. His cotton shirt provided no protection as I first rubbed and then pinched his nipples. His eyes rolled in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I squeezed harder. “Fuck yes, Sir” he breathed. 

My hands released his nipples and slid up to his shoulders, kissing him one last time I pushed him down to his knees. With no encouragement he opened his mouth and began to kiss lick and worship my bulge through my jeans. I was almost fully hard already and he was eager. He was desperately worshiping it, rubbing his face and mouth across it. I could feel his saliva spreading across my bulge and leaving a damp patch. Reaching down I lifted my T-shirt up and over my head exposing my chest. He looked up at me and I swear I could see him drooling. Taking his chin in my big hand I lifted him up from his knees. Guiding his face to my pecs. I could hear him snuffling, breathing in my man scent. I could feel him tremble as my smell overwhelmed his senses. He reached out with his tongue and touched my nipple. Both of them instantly hardened and I grabbed his head again, pushing him on to my nipples, where he chewed and licked and worshiped. From one nipple to the other he worked. Back and forth, teasing, nipping, licking. I was so turned on I could feel precum pumping from my cock adding to the wet patch. 

I raised my arms up, exposing my deep thickly haired pits. I didn’t say or do anything. I wanted to see how he would respond. As soon as he noticed he moved his attention to them. Working his tongue deep into them, breathing in my scent, burying his face in it. I knew I had him. He was mine to do what I pleased with. I couldn’t take it any longer, my dick needed freedom. Pushing him back down to his knees, he resisted, kissing and licking all the way down my chest and belly. Once back on his knees though, he seemed hypnotised, just staring at the rock hard bulge in my jeans. 

My hands moved to the button fly of my jeans, slowly popping each button, as I undid them my thick cock sprung forward, a trail of precum from the tip to my jeans. I used my thumb and forefinger to pinch it and wipe it up. Reaching forward I rubbed my finger across his lips and slowly slid my thumb into his mouth. His tongue started working my thumb, desperate for a taste of me. Taking back my thumb I stepped towards him again. My thick mushroom head slick with precum, my foreskin sliding partially back exposing my cock head. I grabbed the base of my cock. Pulling the foreskin all the way back, and holding it up against his face. It made it look massive, his flushed cheeks matching the colour of my bellend. I drew it down his face until the head was at his lips. He looked up at me, his eyes begging and pleading for it. “Go on then boy, taste me” I said. And without a seconds hesitation he plunged onto my cock. His hot mouth felt so good on my cock. His tongue working the underside of my dick as he took me into his throat.

He was a good cock sucker. Coughing and retching anytime I got a decent length into him. But that just turned me on more. I pushed him back, and kicked off my boots. Stepping on my jeans to get them off I stood there in front of him, naked, hard, masculine and 100% in charge. I saw a chair off to one side. I stepped towards it and sat down. Leaning back so my thick cock pointed upwards I gestured for him to get back to work. 

As he slid his mouth up and down me, getting my shaft nice and wet I could feel the coffee and water doing their job. My bladder started to nag at me for release. I gently placed my hand on him head again. Slowly pushing him down, my cock finding its way down into his throat. As I did I concentrated on relaxing my bladder. I felt it start to flow. Hot piss runnning down my shaft and straight into his throat. As I let his head come up he choked on it as it hit the back of his throat. Some of it pouring from his mouth, running down my shaft and into my pubes. As soon as he realised his mouth closed around my shaft, he was swallowing and moaning as my hit piss filled his mouth over and over again. 

I pushed him off me. I’m always dominant but I’m not always cruel. Once in a while though the urge to humiliate takes over. And this cute little fucker was bringing out that side of me. I stood up. 

“Do you want more piss?” 

“Yes sir!” 

“Do you have a change of clothes”

“N-no Sir…” 

“Do you want more piss?” I asked again. 

This time his reply was slower. I could see the implications dawning on him. A little moment of panic, as desperation and horniness fought across his face. He reached into his jeans, pulled out a small brown bottle and help it up to his nose. He took a deep inhale. His face flushed almost instantly, his eyes rolled a little bit. He looked at me and said “ask me again, Sir” 

“Do you want more piss boy?” I said firmly. 

“Fuck yes!” He breathed. 

Holding the base of my still hard dick I forced myself to start pissing again. The hardness of my cock concentrating the stream. It hit his face first with force and he opened his mouth trying to catch as much as he could. I aimed a bit higher, my stream landing in his hair. He moaned and leaned back, letting the stream flow down his face. As I lowered my aim I soaked his chest, I could see the wetness soaking down his clothes and into his trousers. The wet patch above his obviously hard cock disappearing in the torrent of piss. As my flow slowed to a trickle I allowed him to take it back in his mouth. He looked up at me through his wet hair, drenched and marked with my piss. 

I stepped back and sat down in the chair. Keeping his mouth on my cock as I did. I lay back as he bobbed up and down on it. 

“Get it nice an wet boy. I’m going to fuck your tight little hole and the only lube you’ll get is your own spit. It’s up to you how much it hurts”. 

“Uh-uh” he mumbled around my cock. “Uh-uh”

I was shocked, I was sure he wanted me to fuck him. 

“You don’t want to take my thick cock?” I asked. 

He slid up from my cock and without taking the head from his mouth he managed to say “No bare back Sir, please…” 

I hid my disappointment as quickly as I could, I might be a Dom but I wouldn’t do anything without proper consent. 

“Stand up, and strip. Leave your jock on. I don’t want to see your cock and I better not see you touch it” I commanded. As he did I reached over to my jeans and pulled a condom out of my pocket. I rolled it down my cock as I admired his body. He was trembling again. I wasn’t sure if it was nervousness or cold from the piss. 

“Get it nice and wet then” I said. He immediately dropped to his knees, and took my cock back into his mouth. Slobbering all over it frantically. Sitting up in the chair I pulled him to his feet. Sitting down and with him standing I pulled him down to me. Kissing him hard I whispered “the safe word is red” and the spun him round. 

Grabbing his hips I pulled him back until his legs were either side of me, facing the other direction. I lined my cock up with his hole and pushed myself up and I pulled his hips down. I could feel the slick condom against his hole, stretching against the tightness of him. “Push out” I instructed and I felt his bear down, his hole opening up just enough for me to force my way in. His vice like grip grabbing my cock head, the warmth and depth of him pulling me in. I could feel him inching down my shaft. Enveloping me with his tightness. About half way down my shaft I released the pressure on his hips, letting him catch his breath and adjust. I relaxed back onto the chair, and he moaned as I slid a little further out of him. I raise my hips again, gaining ground, and slide back again. Each upwards thrust getting just a little bit deeper. He’s moaning and panting and I’m slowly fucking him. I need to see his face in the moment that he takes all of me. I slide out of him, he groans in protest. So I turn him around and pushed him backwards towards an empty work surface. It was about waist height so I lifted him up onto it and lay him on his back. Lifting his legs up onto my shoulders I lined up again. I looked down and drop a glob of spit onto the end of my cock. Quickly rubbing it around the condom clad head, I pushed into him, his hands reaching up to brace against me but I swat them away. I can see the whole length of my disappearing into him. I’m balls deep in him and he’s making so much noise. I lean down and pinch his nipples hard and his eyes roll back into his head with pleasure and pain. 

I start small, short thrusts, slowly building in pace and length. I’m fucking him, his cock in his jock bouncing. My rhythm is building and I can feel my orgasm brewing. I don’t know how much longer I can last inside him. 

“You’re going to make me cum” I tell him breathlessly.  Slamming my cock into him, he’s grunting and moaning and in between thrusts he says “cum Sir! Cum in me”

“I will” I tell him as I’m pounding him. I can feel it building, I’m getting closer. 

“No, sir. Breed me! I need it sir! Please” 

“Are you sure boy” I ask

“Oh fuck yes, fuck sir, please sir, cum in me. I need it!” He moans. 

I slid all the way out and without missing a beat tore off the condom. As soon as I slamed it back into him I knew I couldn't take any more. Three more thrusts and I bury myself deep into him. My whole body jerks as I unload deep in his guts. I can feel pulse after pulse of cum shooting inside him and I know when I pull out it’s going to come gushing out. My legs are trembling and my heart is pounding and my orgasm is finished. I put my hand to his hole as I slide my cock out. My cupped fingers catching my slick load as it come rushing out. I reach my cum filled hand to his lips and say “don’t waste it”. That innocent face is a mask of horniness and he laps my cum from my outstretched hand. “Thank you, Sir” he moans between mouthfuls of cum. 

I step back and grab his shirt to wipe my cock off on. I pull my clothes back on and sit down to lace my boots. He’s still lying there, his battered hole leaking my hot cum, his chest heaving and his rock hard cock tenting his jock. I walked out and left him to finish himself off chuckling to myself.