* This is a fantasy of mine and involves some forced sex and is written in a looser style than you may be accustomed to. I only mention that for those who may not be interested in male - male action and were expecting the next great novel. Let's get started..
There's nothing worse than coming home and finding water in your basement from a clogged sewer drain. Apparently, tree roots have cracked the pipe underground and they snake their way through the pipe so if I neglect to have it maintained and snaked out every year, this could happen. Well, I neglected to have it done and now my feet are wet as I call a plumber to come over late on a Saturday night to have things unclogged. It's my own fault.
I live alone and have for over a year since my wife left me. She had discovered things on our computer; nasty things, dirty things, things between myself and a couple of online male "friends". Needless to say, I now live alone and it's been quite a while since I've had sex with another human, male or female. It's mostly been just me, down here in the basement, naked; doing things to myself that I wished someone else would do to me. Dirty, nasty things. Maybe someday I'll figure out what I want out of a relationship, but until then I've become quite accustomed to pleasuring myself.
After a night of partying with some former office friends, I came home and my first thought was to head down to my basement to the area where all of my pleasure has come from the last few years. Even while I was married I almost preferred pleasuring myself because my wife was so prim and proper. I couldn't even get her to do doggie-style sex with me, not to mention anal sex or anything else that I wanted to try. I've always liked enemas and I wanted to fuck her in the ass and then piss in her ass after shooting a load of hot cum up there. No way could I even broach that subject, she rarely even let me fuck her missionary-style with the lights out, there's no way she'd ever go for anything like that.
I've done a lot of work on the basement over the last few years, putting in a huge walk-in shower with multiple shower heads and a hand-held hose. That hose has become the thing I look forward to almost more than food. Several nights a week you can find me downstairs in my "fuck-room" naked, and either spanking myself with various paddles from the game room, or hanging upside down from rings and hooks on the ceiling and trying to suck the tip of my own cock. This usually ends in a climax of the shower hose spraying warm water up my ass giving myself an enema and shooting my own cum into my mouth. I'll fill myself to overflowing with the hose and then jam a buttplug in my ass and walk around down there, bending over, rolling on the ground, spanking my ass and stomach when it's filled with so much water that I almost explode, both from the pressure of the water and from my cock wanting to shoot another load of hot cum across the room. My whole basement has a nice tile floor and two drains so I don't have to worry about the mess, unless the tree roots clog the sewer pipe and it fills with a couple of inches of water.
As I'm talking to A-1 Rooter's answering service, I get the feeling that they're really not too happy to have to call someone away on a Saturday evening to come over to my house and clean out my basement drains. I know it's not going to be cheap either, so I'm not real happy with the situation myself. Finally, their receptionist says that she'll send someone out right away but it might cost me a bit more than usual. I'm not sure what that means but I say that's ok and then thank her and hang up the phone. I get out of my office clothes and put on some stretchy workout shorts and a t-shirt and head down to the basement to try to clean things up a bit and wait for the plumber to get there. I'm preparing myself for the worst, payment-wise.
About 45 minutes after I had hung up the phone the front doorbell finally rings and it's the A-1 Rooter guy, dressed in sort of a tight, zippered jumpsuit with a logo on the front. I'm wondering if they wear those so they don't end up showing the classic "plumber's crack" thing when they bend over under someone's sink. He's probably in his mid-50's. I can tell that he's a big man, noticing his belly pressing against his jumpsuit, and he's got big, hairy arms. I wonder if he's got hair all over. That's always been a fantasy of mine, to be taken by a big, burly, hairy, strong, guy.
I let him in and tell him to leave his rubber boots on because of the water on the basement floor. I left the door unlocked which I don't usually do but I figured that it was safe with mister jumpsuit there. We head down the steps to the flooded basement and he's following me with a little shop vac, a tool bag, and a motorized snake for the drain. As we're walking down the hallway in the basement, I turned around to say something and I saw him looking down at my ass, or I thought that's what he was doing. Maybe he was just looking down at the floor and started to look up and that's where his eyes ended up being when I turned around. I start to get a funny feeling about this visit.
He set his snake and bag on the washing machine and his shop vac on the floor and started assessing the situation. He asked if I knew where the floor drain was and I had to get down on my hands and knees in the 2" of water on the floor and show him where the floor drain was. It's under the utility sink next to the washing machine. As I'm under there on my hands and knees I start to wonder about the "extra payment" that the woman on the phone talked about. My cock starts stirring as I back up, still on my hands and knees, to get back out from under the utility sink. I started crawling backwards with my legs now all wet and my t-shirt is riding up and my back and the top of my butt crack are exposed; just like the classic plumber's crack that I was wondering about. Maybe I should also have had a jumpsuit on.
As I'm backing up, I bumped into his shop vac hose inlet (the hose is still wrapped in a coil inside of the vacuum at this point) and it jammed right in-between my cheeks and against my asshole! I don't remember it being that close when I got under there. I sort of jumped! My head's still under the sink and he doesn't do anything to move the shop vac, he just watched me pushing back on it with the hose inlet jammed against my asshole. I keep pushing the vacuum backwards as I shuffled out of that awkward spot. The shop vac stopped moving because it hit the furnace and didn't move any more, even though I kept jamming it against my ass. I can't lie, my cock was getting harder just thinking about what I could / would do with that little shop vac if he wasn't there. I kept jamming it backwards, pushing the hose hard plastic hose inlet tighter and tighter in-between my cheeks and against my asshole. I can't lie, I was getting very horny doing that with him standing there watching me in this uncomfortable position. Almost like I was putting on a show for him, like I wanted him to think of me as a bumbling, helpless sex toy. My mind was quickly going down the drain into the gutter.
I finally had to reach behind me and move the shop vac out of the way so I could get up from my hands and knees. As I did that, the water that was on my lower legs started running down my legs and now they're all wet and shiny. The A-1 Rooter guy didn't say anything for a few seconds and then finally asked if I would mind taking his wrench and opening up the drain under there since I'm already wet?
I said, "Heck yeah, I don't mind getting wet. If you'll give me a break on the price I'll do anything."
He said, "I think we're going to be able to work out something on the price."
I was getting a feeling that there would be more than money involved on this project. After a night of drinking with my friends I was ready for anything. I was as horny as I'd ever been thinking of all sorts of dirty scenarios down there with hairy mister jumpsuit. I'm positive that his crotch was poking out more than it did when I let him in the front door. Maybe he was having the same thoughts going through his mind as I did.
As I was wrenching on the drain to open it so he could snake it out, again on my hands and knees under the sink, he got the shop vac set up and started sucking up the water in the laundry/furnace room. It was LOUD with the shop vac going and I could hear the sucking sounds getting louder as he got closer to where I was, bent under the sink. All of a sudden I felt something rubbing in-between my cheeks and against my ass! The hose from the shop vac was rubbing on my cheeks as he moved it back and forth sucking up the water. Did he know that the hose was rubbing on my ass? That ribbed hose was rubbing back and forth between my cheeks and oh boy, that felt great. I've always had a super sensitive asshole. It's an easy orgasm for me to have someone rubbing or licking my asshole as someone else is working on my cock head. Sometimes it's almost too sensitive and I find myself rubbing my hole on things in public or at the office or in hotel rooms when I have to travel for work.
