Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 21:08:42 EST
From: Indianhb@aol.com
Subject: Pool Boy's Escapades

Pool Boy's  Escapades

by

DeBu


Ever wonder what happens when the pool boy is at the house
doing his  job, and he doesn't think you're around? I hired this
black guy  to clean mine, and I sure became curious about the time it
took him.  Glad I don't pay him by the hour, I actually thought that
he was  probably bringing some of his friends over for a pool party.
That's  not really a problem for me; I just wanted to be asked, I
guess.
Well anyway, knowing that Ricky was coming to take care of the
pool  today, I decided I would work from home instead of the office.
Ricky  showed up at 9 AM and immediately began cleaning the pool. I
was  sitting there watching this guy from my window, and he is
working  like a mad man, which only made me more sure that I would
soon see  his friends showing up for the weekly pool party. Within
about 2  hours he was done, the pool cleaned and vacuumed, chemicals
put in,  and all of the equipment put away. With his work done, I
expected  it would be time to call his buddies and get the party
going.  What was about to happen was the farthest thing from what I
had  envisioned, but I was so glad I had stayed home to watch. I
guess I  should explain that when a gay guy hires the guy to take
care of  the pool, there are a few qualifications that usually get
you the  job, at least in my case. I don't really care how methodical
he is  about his work, sure I want the pool clean, but, shit, anybody
can run a  net and vacuum through the pool. What the guy really needs
is good  looks, loves to walk around with very little on, and have a
nice  package so that on the rare occasions I am around when he is
cleaning  the pool I have some nice eye candy to look at. Being gay
is a plus  because, well then, money talks and any young gay guy will
have sex  with anyone if the price is right. Just the nature of the
beast, I  guess, and certainly I would not want to change that at
all.
Ricky fit all the qualifications. He was a hot Black and
Latino  stud and no matter whether he was in shorts or a pair of
Speedo's,  it was very easy to tell that he was hung. He had a tight,
fit body,  and he just looked luscious when he was wet. Nothing
better  than seeing a black guy all wet in the sun. Their skin shines
and shows  them off so well it just makes my knees quiver. Anyway I
am  rambling, which I do a lot of when I am talking about hot guys
that I  lust over.
Back to what I was witnessing happen around my pool area, and
the whole  reason for staying home. As I said Ricky finished the pool
cleaning,  had put all his stuff away and he was acting sort of
funny. He  seemed to have a plan but was not sure if he wanted to
follow  through. Walking to the covered portion of the pool area, he
leans  back against  one of the columns, and from where I am sitting,
I can see  him clearly. His hands start sliding over his hard body
and he  pushes the front of his shorts down a little, giving me a
perfect  view of his bush. God damn, this guy is hot, and he has no
idea that  he is being watched as he starts turning himself on. I'm
telling  you this is the sexiest thing I have seen in a long time, I
mean he  is seducing himself with his touch. Through the open window
I can  hear him start moaning softly as his hands go further into his
shorts.  His heat is incredible, and from my vantage point, I can see
his cock  getting stiff and his nipples responding to his tweaks and
twisting.
In no time he had himself worked to a frenzy, and his body is
showing  all the signs of the lust and desire he has created for
himself.  He pulls down his shorts to free his cock, and for the
first  time I get to see his full raging hard on. His cock is huge
and  thick, but gorgeous. In my time I have seen a lot of cocks, and
this one  is just perfect. I will also tell you that I have never
been so  hot and in need of a cock in my life as I was watching Ricky
please  himself by my pool. The more he worked that massive piece of
black  cock meat, the hotter he was getting until, finally, he was
laying on  the cement around the pool. His hips were rising and
falling  as he stroked himself off. The show was just fucking
incredible, and just when I thought I had seen all of his heat, he
turned  over, getting on his hands and knees. He would stroke his
cock for  a while and then slide his hand back behind his balls to
his  waiting ass. He would push his finger into himself and I could
hear him  groan louder. I did not know how much longer Ricky could
hold out,  but I knew I had to have sex with him. I could not bear to
watch him  finish himself off all alone. It looked as though he was
doing  okay and certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, but damn, I
was so in  need of that big cock now that I just could not let this
opportunity go.
I stored my throbbing cock back in my shorts, came downstairs
and  quietly entered the pool area so as not to startle him. My plan
was to  wait until he was on his hands and knees again, and then I
could  come up behind him and just start playing with him. Figuring
his  hormones had him completely out of control, he would welcome the
extra  assistance and would not freak too much at the extra hands
helping  him get off. All went according to my plan with the
exception  of the sun and the shadow that I was casting over him as I
approached. He became aware of my presence sooner than I had hoped,
but  luckily remained calm, too calm, actually, for having just been
caught  whacking off by my pool. He looked back, smiled and stated
rather  directly, "Took you long enough! All this teasing was killing
me. I was  beginning to think that you were never going to come down
here." I  could feel my face turn beet red, but he smiled and assured
me that  it had turned him on knowing that I was watching him. He
rolled  over onto his back again, spread his legs wide open and held
his  raging hard on straight up in the air as if he was offering it
up to me.  Believe me, I did not need a second invitation.
I started slowly licking around the glistening head of his
young  cock, teasing the under side of his head which would cause him
to raise  his hips into the air. Capitalizing on the movements of his
hips, I  slid my hand under him so that when he let his body down my
finger  slid into him and the groan that escaped his mouth showed all
the signs  that it would not be long now before he came. I asked him
to hold  off for as long as he could so that I could really enjoy
pleasing  him, and slowed my sucking motions down to allow him to get
control,  though it really did not seem to matter. "Don't worry dude,
I can cum  5 or 6 times in a row so we have all day for you to drain
my balls,  and I hope you will let me drain yours too," he said. I
could  taste his pre cum running freely now, it was sweet and, God, I
could not  wait to taste his load of cum. I expected it to be huge,
considering how long he had been working himself up to cumming
before I  got there. I toyed with him, slowing down my sucking and
removing  my mouth from him every time I sensed he was getting close.

                   I moved up and started running my tongue over his hard
nipples,  nibbling on them and kissing his chest and neck. When I
nibbled  on his ears and neck, he would groan and his hips would
rise.  Nibbling on his nipples would make him writhe on the cement
like he  was getting off, and at one point he begged me to let him
cum. I  pushed up his arms above his head and licked his armpits and
just the  touch of my tongue there had him moaning and groaning,
begging  me to stop or finish him off. He was so out of control now
that no  matter where I touched him his breathing increased and his
moans  became louder. I slid my tongue down from his armpit to his
nipple  again, teasing him with licks and nibbles before I continued
following  his trail of light hair down his stomach. I ran my tongue
around  his navel. He grabbed my head trying to push me to his cock.
"Fuck  man, stop teasing me please. I need you to make me cum. I am
so  fucking hot, dude, I am going insane with every touch of your hot
tongue on  me." I ignored his pleas and went by his cock, running my
tongue on  his inner thighs as I pushed his legs up toward his chest.
Running  my tongue back up his thighs, I gently bit at his legs, and
he  squirmed in pleasure, grabbing at my head and trying to pull it
back to  his cock again. I just kept moving my tongue over his legs
and then  to his huge cum filled balls. His gasp as my tongue touched
his nut  sack showed me that he was not used to the attention I was
giving  him, and I knew that what I was about to do next would most
likely  send him over the top, driving him completely crazy with
lust.
Pushing back a little harder on his legs and with no warning
that my  tongue was going to leave his nuts, I went directly to his
twitching  asshole. His reaction was incredible. He screamed out in
ecstasy,  "Oh fuck, man, no, man, I can't take it any more. Fuck
dude, let  me get off. Man, please, man, fucking get me off, damn I
need, ... oh fuck, shit, oh fucking A, please dude, suck my cock. I am
going to  cum, man. Suck my fucking cum from my cock, dude. "I knew
he could  not control it anymore, and moved my mouth to his throbbing
and  twitching cock. I slid his cock deep into my mouth and felt him
slam  forward and hold his body rigid, keeping his cock lodged deep
into my  throat.
I could feel his body spasm and his grunts became so guttural
they  sounded like growls. With one final escape of air, he screamed
a bunch  of words that made no sense, and dumped blast after blast of
cum into  my waiting throat until finally his body relaxed and
collapsed  to the cement. I moved up, kissing him and letting him
explore  my mouth with his tongue, letting him share the remaining
pools of  his cum still in my mouth. Spent, he lay there while I laid
with him,  my head resting on his heaving chest, and just waiting for
him to be  ready to go again.
To say the least, I was very glad I had not gone to work that
day, and,  honestly, never went into the office again on Tuesdays so
that I  could make sure that the pool boy did all of his jobs just as
I  expected them to be done. Though I have attempted to get him to
move in,  he tells me that will just ruin things, and that the sex
will not  be as good. So we are just a once a week affair. I might
want  more, but I am no dummy. I know it's better to have him all to
myself  once a week than not to have him at all.

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H. D.  Buchanan
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