Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2006 15:51:02 -0500
From: Ryan P <ryan_sub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matt And Pool Boy - Part 1

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblances to real people is purely
coincidental.  This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only.
It it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit
this web page now.  It includes unsafe sex practices 'coz it's just words on
a screen; for reality, practice safe sex.

This is part one of an intended six-part series.  Enjoy.  Feedbacks
appreciated.  Thanks.

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My father and Linda, my step-mother, had decided to install an in-ground
pool in our backyard.  In two days time, the backyard turned from the green
shrubby enclave that it was into a wide open dirt land with a deep gaping
hole in the middle.  It amazed me how quick the backyard changed as I did
not see the construction happening `coz I leave for school early and, with
basketball practice, come home late.  The third day of construction though,
I was home early and I got to see the people working on our backyard.

I peeked through the kitchen window and saw three men pouring concrete on a
mold that went around the sides of the hole on the ground.  One of the guys
had his t-shirt tucked away in his jeans' back pocket, his evenly-tanned
body glistened with sweat.  He wasn't tall, probably around 5' 8" tall but
his impressive muscularity more than made up for his height.  His chest was
full, not in the least bit flabby, and it capped a column of ripped abs.
His back was equally developed and with no fat to hide the defined muscles
layers, it seemed to ripple with his every move.  If I was to base his age
solely on his physique, I would say the guy was probably in his late
twenties.  Seeing his face though, I would guess he was probably just 20 or
maybe even 19 (which would make him just two years older than me).

I don't think they noticed me watching them as the sun was shining bright
outside and I was standing fairly far from the windows.  Good thing too for
my pants started to tent at the sight of that shirtless guy.

I quickly went to the bathroom and shed my clothes off. I started jerking
off in front of the mirror.  I don't think I look bad at all.  I mean, I'm
pretty well toned.  Kept myself fit and playing hoops helped a lot.  But
yes, I admit, I am not as ripped or as evenly tanned as pool boy.  That
solid chest of his and those abs!.  That's what I focused on as I closed my
eyes and started to really work my dick.  I rubbed my hard six incher back
and forth.  Precum leaked out so I spread it all over my dick.  With my
other hand, I pinched and pulled on my nips.  I could feel myself getting
closer and closer.  I pumped my dick faster and then I felt it - I reached
the point of no return.  As my dick spewed out its first gob, I felt the
bathroom door swing open.  I opened my eyes to see pool boy himself standing
there, half naked and all sweaty.

In my shock, I just froze and stared, dick in hand and squirting all over
the bathroom floor.

"What the fuck" he said as he quickly pulled the door close in front of him.
Faintly, I heard the kitchen screen door shut too.

I sat on the toilet for a long time not knowing what to do.  I was mortified
to say the least.  I eventually cleaned up and went to my room upstairs.  I
wanted to kick myself for being so stupid not to have locked the bathroom
door.  But it was habit for me not to.  Usually, when I come home from
school, my dad and Linda would not be home till early evening, giving me
ample time and privacy to do whatever I want.  Still I was careless.

"Hello, excuse me," someone shouted.

I went downstairs to see pool boy, who was now wearing his t-shirt, standing
by the kitchen door.

"Dude, I'm really sorry busting into you like that.  I should have knocked.
I thought nobody was home.  So... I'm really sorry."

"It's o.k." I murmured.

"So you're Matt, right?"

"Yes." I said looking puzzled.

"Linda's my aunt and she, well - she lent me keys to your house so we could
use the bathroom.  - didn't need to bring a porta-potty that way.  She told
me you don't come home till late though.  My name's Paul by the way."  He
extended his arm to me.

I reached for his hand then realized what I was doing and pulled back.

"It's o.k. dude," he said, keeping his hand outstretched, "You did wash,
right?"

"Yup," I smiled as I shook his hand.

"Listen, dude, I need to pee real bad, do you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"No, go ahead."

He gave me a pat on my shoulder as he made his way towards the bathroom.

Later that night, I couldn't help but think about Paul.  He was such a cool
dude that I felt even more embarrassed because of it.  His demeanor quickly
made me feel at ease even after such an awkward situation.  It wasn't long
though when my admiration turned into lust.  I grabbed my once again
hardening dick and shot off a load before going to sleep.

I pretended I was sick the next day and perfect timing too `coz that day
only Paul showed up.  He had on a pair of cutoffs and work boots and a clean
white shirt.  I watched him for a while from my window, curious as to where
the others were.  The thought that it was only him and me there excited me,
though I don't know exactly why  -  it's not like I expected the day to be
more climactic than me masturbating.  In fact, if he sees me at it again I
would definitely be labeled a perv.  Still, I justified, just being able to
talk to the guy again was cool enough.

"No school today?" Paul asked as I stepped out into the backyard.

"I," I didn't really think this out thoroughly, "I'm not feeling that well."

"Playing hooky huh?" he said without waiting for an answer. He gave me a
wink.  "Don't worry, dude, you're secret's safe with me."

"Hey, where are the others?"

"Oh, it's just me today.  The cement has to set for a couple days.  I'm here
to clean up to get ready for the pavers.

"Can I help?" I said trying to keep the conversation going.

"I'm o.k., thanks, besides you're supposed to be sick remember?"

I smiled.  "Just let me know if you need anything."

"Sure, thanks."

I went back inside and plopped myself in front of the living room TV.  I
wasn't paying it much attention `coz I was peeking out the window much of
the time.  Sure enough, as the day got warmer, Paul chucked his by now muddy
shirt giving me, once again, the privilege of watching those well sculpted
muscles flex without obstruction.

I was sixteen and had not had sex with anybody yet.  I was aware early on
that I admired guys' bodies more than I did girls but I haven't really
admitted to myself that I was gay.  The only `experience' I've ever had was
with a bottle of lotion and free porn on the internet.

I guess, in an attempt to recreate the embarrassing yet strangely erotic
feelings I had of being caught yesterday, I pulled down my pants and started
stroking my dick right there in the living room.  I kept an eye on Paul's
every move in case he decides to come inside the house.  (don't want to get
caught again.)  Soon enough, my dick was stiff and drooling.  I actually had
to stop stroking several times to prevent myself from cumming.  Not just
yet, I thought.  Also, I wanted to heighten the experience even further and
so I grabbed my dad's home laptop and started surfing porn sites.

It was while I was watching a video of two guys banging another guy's mouth
and ass that I suddenly heard the kitchen door open.  I heard Paul call out
my name.

I snapped my web browser closed and grabbed a couch pillow to hide my
stiffy.  I was just in time too, Paul found me in the living room.  The TV
was still on.

"Hey, dude, I'm going to the deli to get lunch.  Do you want anything?"

"Sure," I said, I really couldn't stand up (not without embarrassing
myself).  "Could you just get me a ham & cheese sandwich? I forgot where I
put my wallet though," I lied, "could I pay you when you get back?"

I was thankful when he said it wasn't a problem.  When he left, I quickly
changed my precum-stained shorts.  My dick brain got the better of me though
and decided to not wear any underwear.

We sat by the kitchen table with him sitting across from me.  I found it
hard to look him straight in the eyes, fearing that he would see through me
and know how much I lusted after him.  I offered to pay for my sandwich then
but he refused.

"It's the least I can do after barging in on you like that yesterday."  He
said.  I felt myself fluster a bit but didn't say anything.

As we ate, we talked a little about my school and his work but mostly we
talked about the many places his gone to.  Turns out, he's an avid traveler.
He has gone to so many places that it made me wonder how old he really is.
I asked him.  He said he was twenty-three, a lot older than I thought..
When the conversation lulled a bit he suddenly asked how often I jack-off.
I didn't know what to say so I told the truth.

"Once a day" I said.

"Have you done it today?"

I shook my head.

"How about you, how often do you do it?"

He smiled.

"Don't need to -- not when I got willing bitches to take care of my needs.
Once they get a feel of my tool they just can't have enough.  I've got a big
dick, you know."

I didn't but I guess now I know.  Meanwhile, my dick started its throbbing
journey to full mast -- thankfully, the kitchen table hid this from his view.
It was all the more surprising then when Paul stood up, unbuttoned his
shorts and scooped his dick and balls out of his skimpy black briefs.  He
let them hang over the waist band.

"See what I mean," he said.

They were flaccid but they probably measured six inches already.  His dick
head was cut and, I would say given the few dicks I've seen so far, has a
vary long pointy helmet.  I tried to imagine how they would look erect.  He
shook his waist band, jiggling his dick up and down a few times, before he
tucked his package back inside his briefs.  He bent down to pick up his
shorts and when he stood up, he smirked at me.

"I can see someone is enjoying the show."

"Huh?"

"You're sporting a woody."  I looked down on myself knowing the obvious.
Without my underwear, I was as tented as a teepee.

"Are you gay?"  he asked.

"No."  I said, my head still down.

"You don't sound so sure?"

"I'm not" I said a little more firmly.

He walked around to my side of the table.

"You know, there's one way to be sure." He said.

Paul chucked his shorts and his briefs too.  He started stroking his meat
till it was standing on its own.  I couldn't take my eyes off it.  It not
only grew another two inches but the width seem to be much more thicker.

"Why don't you suck my dick to find out.  If you enjoy it then you know
you're gay, if not then you're not."

"No, I don't think so.  I'm not gay."

He didn't stop stroking his dick and I didn't stop staring at it.  He would
let it slap back up to his belly every once in a while and it just
mesmerized me.  He stepped closer to me.  His dick was just a foot away from
my face.

"I'm not asking you what you think.  I'm telling you what you're going to do
to find out.  Now, get down on your on your knees and suck my dick."

I didn't move from my chair.  He lifted me up by my shirt and threw me down
to the floor.  I was stunned.  In that short a time, Paul's demeanor had
changed from a easy-go-lucky dude to a domineering bully.

"I said `get down on your knees'".

I knelt in front of him, suddenly scared of his sudden rage.

"That's better.  Now don't do anything that will make me beat the shit out
of you, understand?"

I nodded for which I got a slap on my face.

"I'm sorry," he said very sarcastically, "I didn't hear your.  What did you
say."

"I understand."

"Good.  Now open that mouth and start sucking."

I had to pull his dick down from his belly to get it inside my mouth.  I
slowly wrapped my lips around the shaft just beneath his dick head then
started the in and out motion which I have seen so many times from porn.  It
felt strange for me to be actually doing it.  His dick was salty and smelled
quite musty.

"Yeah, that's it but keep those teeth under your lips."

I complied.  He kept push himself further into me but I would always pull
back.  After several attempts, he decided to grab the back of my head and
shove his dick all the way in.  I gagged but he held me in place.  I tried
to push him away but he wouldn't budge.

"Breath through your nose, bitch"

I obeyed.  There was really nothing I could do anyway.  When he knew I had
relaxed enough he started humping my mouth.  This was the first time I`ve
ever touched another guys hard-on, much less sucked on one.

"Yeah that's it Matt.  You're a natural cocksucker."

Hearing my name for some reason made me realize what I was doing.  I was
sucking another guy's dick.  I suddenly didn't want to.  I pushed Paul away.
  His dick slipped out of my mouth as he stumbled back a few steps.  Before
I could stand up though, he had me pinned down to the ground.  He reached
for my left arm and twisted it up behind me.  I screeched in pain.

"listen bitch, you're going to suck my cock till I cum or else I'm going to
snap your arm off.  And then you would really need to stay home from school.
  Got it?"

"O.k., o.k. I got it. I got it."

He put more pressure on my arm.

"Please Paul.  No, that hurts.  I'll do anything you say.  Just don't hurt
me please."

He let go off me and I just laid there crying.

"Kneel!"  Paul said.

I slowly got myself back into position -. tears still rolling down my
cheeks.  I opened my mouth and just like before he grabs the back of my head
and starts humping me again.  This time he is much more aggressive and he is
humping my face faster.

"Breaking you just makes me hornier, bitch"

He suddenly went into a frenetic pace and I know he was about to shoot.  I
just let the assault happen.  Then he buried my face in his crotch.  His
pubic hair pressed right against my nose.  I almost couldn't breath.  His
body twitched and I felt his cum hit the back of my throat.  I swallowed.  I
swallowed everything.  That was all that I could do.


...To be continued.