He's not particularly special, just a young guy, shorter than me, average. He doesn't have any of those characteristics that make my eyes instinctively drawn to him.

However, since the first interaction I had with him, I couldn't help but feel my ass twitch every time I see him.

He's a cashier at the Mercadona supermarket in my neighborhood. The first time I met him was when I was paying at one of the express checkout lanes, the kind where you can only use small carts or baskets.

I was distracted and when I put my groceries in the bag, I forgot to remove the cart from the middle of the way.

"Hey! The cart!" or something similar, was what he said in an imperative tone, pointing to the cart with his index finger and staring at me. Or at least, that's what I perceived.

The situation was natural, without any pretenses. Each of us assumed the role that was most fitting.

With my head down, I apologized and moved the cart, taking it with me to the end of the lane.

I know he smiled mockingly because from that day on, every time I see him, he looks at me like that, with sarcasm, but also with a certain complicity. Although I also think the situation surprised him.

I couldn't help but look for him every time I go shopping. Even though I know it's unlikely that anything will ever happen, my mind wanders.

I imagine him sitting in a chair in my living room, wearing his uniform, pulling out his cock and ordering me to suck it well with his natural authority.

I imagine it's not very big, but somewhat thick and with a large head. I imagine it smells like sweat and urine from a long day, which disgusts me, but he enjoys it. He's aware that he's not clean. He knows that the initial impact of putting it in my mouth shouldn't be pleasant, and that's what makes him enjoy it more.

His orders are concise. He doesn't talk more than necessary. When he doesn't want to talk, he lets his hands or feet speak for him. That's how his hands push my neck, forcing his cock down my throat without mercy.

He also enjoys pulling my nipples while I continue sucking his cock.

I want to lick his body, although I'm afraid it must smell bad after so many hours of work. However, when he makes me lick his feet while he masturbates, I find it pleasurable. He looks at me, looks at me a lot, loves seeing me degrade myself in front of his young age.

I fantasize about him pissing on me, peeing on me, spitting on me.

I'm certain that it would make him feel like the superior male he wants to be. However, I suspect, and I think quite accurately, that it's more my fantasy than his. Nevertheless, I'm getting the urge to go to Mercadona. Despite it being Saturday and the worst time to do so.