The Pool Boy

My name is David Bellham and I just turned 18. As soon as I became legal, men started clawing at the chance to sleep with me. Old men aren't exactly my type though. I'm more interested in the younger crowd. However, that hasn't worked out for me yet. It seems most guys my age don't want to sleep with me, and the only openly gay guy at my school is taken. It doesn't make much sense to me though. I'm easily the most attractive guy at that shithole school. "Too bad, so sad." As my mom would say, although she doesn't know I'm gay, so I can't discuss this dilemma with her. Both her and my father are devout Catholics who attend church every Sunday. How do I get out of this sticky situation? 

Well, I've been applying for lifeguard jobs all summer. Despite my lean and chiseled physique, I haven't gotten a single job. Apparently I'm a terrible swimmer. I decided to apply for a pool cleaning job after seeing a flyer, and guess what? I got it! I started last Saturday and I'm making $15/hour. I've never seen that amount of money in my lifetime. While I was cleaning the pool, the home owner's son kept staring at me. I think he may have been drawing me, but I don't mind. I would draw me if I were him too. 

I decided to take off my shirt at one point due to the blistering heat, and he began to stare more intently. His attraction was quite obvious by then. I looked back at him and he quickly averted his gaze. I didn't mean to make him nervous. I just couldn't help it. When I finished cleaning the pool, I went inside to fix myself a glass of lemonade. The homeowner said I could help myself to anything in the fridge. I grabbed the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge, and when I closed the fridge, the homeowner's son was standing right there. 

I was startled for a moment, but when I realized who it was, I was calm once again. "Hey, how's it going?" I asked in a friendly tone. "G-good." He stuttered. He was clearly nervous, judging by his demeanor and stutter. "Don't worry. I don't bite." I reassured. He seemed to become less nervous, as if he actually thought I was going to bite him. "Ok." He replied. "Yeah. So, were you drawing me earlier?" 

"Um, no?" I laughed. "You don't have to lie, man. I saw you drawing me and I'm fine with it." "Oh ok. Do you wanna see it?"

"Sure." I walked into the living room where he had been drawing. I noticed his curly black hair glistening in the sunlight. It had a real shine to it. He was also clearly thin and wearing a flannel button-up over a white t-shirt, accompanied with jeans. I found him sexy. I guess I have a thing for shy, skinny introverts. 

He lifted up the drawing from the desk conveniently situated in front of the window looking out at the backyard. "It's not quite done yet," he remarked. "It's great man. Really compliments my physique." I flexed for the thirsty artist. "Ha, yeah. I don't have a crush on you or anything. I just like drawing." "Okay. Didn't say you did." Weird how he chose to draw me shirtless out of everything he could've drawn, but okay. "Alright, well I gotta go. My work here is done." I began to walk out the door when he verbally stopped me. "Wait! Um, I lied about something." I turned around, my arms crossed and waiting for clarification. "Well? Come on, what's the lie?" "Uh, I have a crush on you." I was admittedly quite dumbstruck. I didn't expect him to be that forward. "If you're straight, just forget I said anything." "No, it's ok. I have a crush on you too." Now he's dumbstruck. "Oh," he replied. "Do you wanna stay a while?" He asked. 

Of course I agreed. I watched him draw some birds for a little while, but I couldn't help but think about his wet mouth on my enormous, pulsing cock. I kept thinking about my cock flooding his hole with my sperm. I wanted him to ride my cock while he drew. Moaning and begging for more, putting the pencil down every once in a while to really immerse himself in the experience. I knew I'd have to start slow though. He didn't strike me as the experienced type. I placed my hand on his shoulder as he drew and he nervously twitched a bit. I began to rub his shoulder to calm him down. He continued drawing for a little while, until I decided to be bold. "Maybe you should take your shirt off. It's a little hot in here." He looked up at me doe-eyed. "I don't really take my shirt off in front of anyone." "But you have such a great physique," I replied. He blushed a bit before deciding to take it off. He was quite thin as I was able to tell, but he also was completely hairless. "Does he shave?" I thought to myself. 

I began to massage both his shoulders this time. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I could tell how much he was enjoying this. I wanted to rip off his pants and fuck him then and there, but I knew I couldn't. That would require more easing. "Oh yeah. That feels so good." I could see he was biting his bottom lip. My cock was starting to get rock hard. I imagined stroking his cock while stroking mine, then sharing an earth-shattering orgasm. "Have you had sex before?" I asked, entirely expecting him to say no. "Yes," he replied, which completely caught me by surprise. "Really? How was it?" I curiously asked. "It was amazing. I sucked his cock while he massaged my shoulders, sort of like what you're doing now." It seemed like he was becoming less nervous, maybe because of the massage, my aura, or both. "He came in my mouth and I swallowed. I savored every last drop." My dick felt like it was about to implode. "Then he fucked me over this very desk." "And where was your dad?" I asked. "I have no idea. Probably getting his dick sucked too. He's a serial cheater." That's a lot of information. 

"Oh. Um, have you sucked any cock or taken any since?" "No, unfortunately. I've been starving for it though." It's now or never. "Do you wanna suck mine?" He looked up at me. I could tell that question made him nervous. "Uh, I don't know. My dad's gonna be home soon." What? No he isn't. He's gonna be gone at least 4 more hours. Why is he lying? "Are you nervous or something? Trust me, you won't push me away if it isn't perfect." He hesitated for a moment. "Ok. But can we move up to my bedroom? I'll feel more comfortable in there." "Sure," I replied. 

We moved up to his bedroom for some peace and quiet. He asked me to lay down on his bed for maximum comfort. He took off my pants then began to rub my throbbing shaft up and down. I could already feel the sperm about to shoot when he stopped. He placed his wet mouth on the head then began to suck. "Wow," I uttered out loud. He was really into it it seemed. He was vigorously sucking my cock, like a parched man stranded in the desert. He gagged on my cock like it was a delicious popsicle. He gently caressed my balls while jerking and sucking my pecker. As I almost reached my climax, he abruptly stopped. “Do you mind if I ride your cock?” He asked. “Sure,” I replied. He almost jumped on my cock it seemed. He slowly eased my rock hard cock into his smooth, tender ass. His rose-colored tunnel was so warm and moist from the saliva on my cock. He began to ride my cock, the entire length of it filling him. He moaned in ecstasy as it continuously hit his prostate. I felt like my cock was going to combust. The riding session was in overdrive as he rode my cock and we both moaned in sync. “Oh, I’m gonna cum!” He announced. This whole time I didn’t notice that he was jacking his uncircumcised cock. He hopped off my dick and came loads onto my chiseled torso. I came shortly thereafter, spurting loads into the air which landed on me, our cum mixed together in an opaque, white mess. He walked over and kissed me with his sultry lips. That was my first sexual experience, and the best I’ve ever had.