It's strange, thought Mike, the things you overhear while in the showers after a game of tennis.
That particular morning he'd had a really tough game and was leaning against the wall of the cubicle, about to turn on the water to heal his aching muscles, when he heard a couple of voices, one of which he recognized, then it came to him; one of them had used his services fairly recently - Mike ran his own pool-cleaning service and he recalled the guy as being really neat-looking and very fuckable; around 30, and well-built.
He'd also told Mike he was into swimming in a big way.
Mike listened intently, his ear against the glass, and realised the voices were coming from a cubicle at least three away from where he stood, so they'd have no idea they were being overheard.
It was plain from their conversation that they were both in a gay situation - there was a certain intimacy and hushed tones to their voices that, to Mike, conjured up a picture of two men mutually masturbating, before going into the serious sucking.
The guy who'd hired Mike
(Don, that was his name!)
was describing, in hushed tones to his buddy, someone that had got him real horny.
"I phoned him," Don went on, "And he said he'd come round straight away. Well, I was expecting some geeky-looking guy, when this hunky chunk of stud rings my doorbell, and I nearly fainted away." "What was his name?" asked his pal, with a hint of impatience in his voice, which meant he was either keen to catch the name so he could make a similar call, or else he really wanted to get down to some major spunk swallowing. "Jeez, now what was it? I do know he had a bulge in his pants I could hardly keep my hands off," Don said, trying hard to remember, then it came back to him.
"Mike something or other. Runs a pool-cleaning service from an apartment two blocks from where I live!" Mike froze, realising his cock was hard and pressed against the glass. "Mike what?" "Chambers! That's the guy. Mike Chambers."
Mike was ready to crawl in there with them when he realised that the guy was referring to him, but contented himself with stroking his stiffening cock while he listened.
"So what happened?" "Sweet fuck all I think he was shy as a matter of fact, but I could tell he'd go for it. Look, how long is it since you had your pool cleaned?" "Couple of months." "How about you phone him, say a friend recommended him to you, and I'll pop round while he's there." "Suppose he won't play?" "He'll play, Josh, he'll play"
There was a silence, and Mike cupped an ear to the shower wall, thinking to himself that if he hadn't been shy, he'd have had his prick up inside the guy quick as blinking, but he hadn't been sure he was Don's type
"Hey, you're real hard, Don." "So are you. What are we going to do about it?" "How about this?" "Aaaahhhh, yes!" "And this?" "Oh my God, yessss..." Silence again and then there was another loud gasp. Josh's voice was muffled, so he guessed that Don was down his throat.
"Aaaaaaah...Josh...you bastard, that's so good!" Josh was making gulping and sucking noises, as Don fed him the cock. "Suck it, baby, oh suck that cock!" There was a squeal of flesh on glass as Don lurched in ecstasy against the shower wall, while Mike whacked briskly at his meat, picturing the two in the end shower,
and then
"Oh shit-oh-shit-oh-shit!" Don gasped in a machine-gun rhythm, followed by the sounds of gasping and gagging. "Christ, Don," said Josh, obviously speaking through a mouthful of jizz. "That was quick - when did you last get your rocks off?" "It was thinking of that damn' pool-cleaner again. What a hot bod!" "Well, said Josh, quietly, "How about giving my cock a good seeing to?" It was then that Mike splashed his wad down into the shower tray, hoping they Hadn't heard, and then shook his huge cock to get the drops off.
I'll get a shower at home he thought. I've gotta follow this through!
He eased open the door, and tip-toed towards the door of the shower rooms, away from where the two guys were getting their cum drained.
That afternoon, showered and shaved, Mike idly wandered round the apartment, his mind unable to settle or focus. He just couldn't get the shower episode out of his thoughts, and he was getting hard again. There were loads of times when he'd got off with a client; he just couldn't figure out why he hadn't that day. Anyway, for fuck's sake, he told himself angrily, it's just a couple of guys shootin' the breeze in a shower cubicle.
It wasn't a pick-up.
Yet.
The phone rang, and his head snapped to the white cordless by the front door, and he grabbed it from its rest. "Mike Chambers, Pool-Cleaning Services." There was a brief silence at the other end, so Mike repeated himself.
Then.
"Mr. Chambers?" It was the other voice he'd heard that morning: Josh. "Uh-huh." "Mr. Chambers, my pool really is in dire need of a clean. How soon do you think you could come over look at it?" Mike breathed very deeply, trying to calm himself. "Aaahh..." "I beg your pardon?" came the voice. "I'm just checking my appointments," he lied. "How would half an hour suit you?" "Absolutely fine." The man gave Mike the address, which was just a stone's throw from the apartment, then, heart beating fast and brain full of horny thoughts, Mike flung on a torn T- shirt and tight jeans, sorted out his pool-cleaning gear, then loaded it into the back of his pick-up and set off.
Meanwhile, his new customer, Josh, having phoned Don to arrange for him to join in the fun, was pampering himself in the bathroom mirror, dressed in only a short bathrobe, in readiness for the visit.
Josh was 35, a predatory gay, who'd inherited a load of money, invested it wisely and lived a life of ornate luxury, with a regular stream of lovers, mainly young, sharing his bed, bath and pool.
He loved cock.
And he loved being fucked by big beefy guys.
The doorbell rang, and Josh's heart quickened. The chase always gave him a thrill.
He stopped and ran his tongue round the inside of his mouth: he could still taste Don's cum, so he grabbed for the Listerine, took a full swig, swilled it round and spat it into the basin, then ran down and opened the front door.
Don hadn't lied. This guy was really something!
"Mike Chambers," said Mike, hoping the slight tremor in his voice wasn't too obvious. "Hi Mike, I'm Josh." Mike was agreeably surprised by Josh - he was a real looker, with a cute butt, and a great set of pecs, and, as Josh led the way out to the pool, he noticed he had a very shapely pair of legs.
I wouldn't mind them wrapped round me, thought Mike, as they arrived out the back of the house, and saw that it was a fine big, expensive pool. "Well, here we are, Mike. "said Josh, expansively showing off the pool, and grounds. "Is there anything you need, or is there anything I can do for you?"
Mike sensed the double meaning and grinned. "Not right now, I don't reckon." He looked up at the clear blue sky shading his eyes against the sunlight. "Mind if I strip down a little?" Josh, whose cock was only held down by the two hands he pressed into his groin, felt his cock stretch further. "Take off all you want," he laughed an unconvincing laugh. "Work naked if you want to." "Thanks, Josh. I reckon I will." So saying, he pulled his torn T-shirt over his head, unzipped his jeans, and wriggled them down his legs, showing Josh a fine, heavy set of cock and balls, barely restrained by the briefs.
Josh's eyes open wide in amazement.
"Hey, you're built." he murmured quietly, wrapping the bathrobe tighter round him, his long cock almost visible, poking out from the bottom of the bathrobe, as Mike put his fingers under the sides of his briefs and stepped out of them.
"OK." said Mike, smiling at Josh's open mouth and wide eyes, his bathrobe now wide open, his cock pulsing, rising hard from his bush, and pointing at Mike. "I'll start." Josh was about to say something, thought better of it, but flashed him a smile, and walked back indoors, his bathrobe flapping around him, and watched Mike from the patio doors as he worked on the pool, muscles stretching and flexing in the sunshine, his hard butt smooth and tight, and knew that this was going to be a really good day.
He waited for a while - his cock urgently needing release - to enable Mike to actually clean the pool then, taking off the bathrobe and gathering up some tanning cream and lube and a towel, Josh padded out to the poolside, stark naked, cock bouncing before him, dragged a recliner and cushions over to a sunny spot, then he got on and lay flat on his stomach, his pert, tanned butt raised provocatively in Mike's direction.
He could feel Mike's eyes on him, making his already distended prick grow longer and harder beneath his flattened belly.
"You want some tanning cream put on, Josh?" Mike's deep brown voice startled him for a moment, as that was exactly what he was going to ask Mike to do for him. "Sure, Mike, I wouldn't mind." "I'm almost finished here. I'll just dry off my hands." Josh lay there, his body a wired and tense with excitement. A shadow over him, then Mike took the cream from the outstretched hand, and sat down next to him on the recliner, gently spreading some cream over Josh's Shoulders and back, admiring the musculature of the shapely body, then slowly, very slowly, he worked the cream in, edging down, nearer and nearer towards the rise of Josh's butt.
Josh cock was leaking all over the cushions, as he felt the strong fingers working the cream into his crack, spreading it over his tight buns, then, as he opened his legs wider, Mike's fingers dipped down to run gently round his puckered hole.
Not a word was spoken, only the harsh breathing of the two men indicated that there was anything other than suntan cream being applied, and then Mike dipped two nimble fingers into Josh's anus, pushing swiftly in, making Josh shiver. He could see, and feel, Josh's butt responding, writhing on the cushions, as he fingered the sphincter muscle, then Mike inserted all four fingers into Josh's hole, and moved the fist around.
"Oh my God...that's...aaaahhhhh...oh sweet Jeezus!" hissed Josh as he pushed his butt back against Mike to get more of that hand inside him. "That OK, Josh?" murmured, Mike, twisting the hand and feeling Josh's warm insides.
"Oh, that's soooooo good!" Josh cried, his knuckles clenched and white as they gripped the recliner. "Give me some of that sweet cock, Mike! gasped Josh, his head flung sideways over his shoulder and his eyes tight shut. Mike slowly withdrew his hand, then applied some of the lube to his shaft, and knelt between Josh's now wide outstretched thighs, pressing his bulbous head against the sphincter.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Josh cried out. "All the way, Mike, aaahhh all the way, AAAGGGHHH!" Mike pushed forward, his head lowered, and watching, as the head squeezed slowly into Josh's anus, and then, inch-by-inch, the rest of the huge cock gradually disappearing up into that dark paradise.
Josh writhed and cried out, choking, as the engorged prick filled him up, his thighs thrashing out either side of Mike as the penetration continued; that long, wide meat pole sliding smoothly and slowly in, until Mike looked down and could just see an inch or so of cock between Josh's butt cheeks and his own bush, the remainder of his cock, inside Josh, stretching that puckered sphincter ring to its limit.
"Wait-wait-wait-wait, Mike!" Josh sobbed. "Wait a minute - let me just get used to it. Oh...aaaahhhh...that hurts but it feels so GOOD!"
Mike did as he was told, gazing down at this handsome man's taut back, then Josh raised his hand. "OK, Mike," he gasped. "pull out s-l-o-w-l-y. Ahhhhhhhh SLOWLY!" Mike did so, very carefully, sliding the cock from Josh's butt, and then, just before the head emerged, he plunged it back in again, making Josh gag and cry out. "Oh fuck, Mike!" the voice was shaky and uneven as Mike moved back and forth inside him. "I wish I could have this inside me for EVER! FUCK!" Josh's head dropped, and his fingers relaxed on the edges of the recliner as Mike began to gently piston his joint into Josh, fucking him and scrambling his brains.
Mike had no idea how long they fucked, but he was determined not to cum until he'd truly given this man the ride of his life, and he looked down at Josh, his body moving back and forth on the cock, burbling, and babbling almost insanely, head bowed, his butt coming back to meet Mike's every thrust, while he masturbated himself wildly.
Suddenly, a head popped round the edge of the patio door.
It was Don.
"Well," he said smiling. "Look at you two!" Mike waved and kept on plowing Josh, as Don started to strip off his shirt. "Is this a private fuck, or can anyone join in?" Mike pointed to Josh's head. "Feed Josh some cock, Don." he said, trying to catch his breath. "He needs to have something else on his mind."
"Anything to oblige, Mike."
Don dropped the last of his clothes, then stroking his handsome hard-on, came and stood in front of Josh, who, as if in a daze, took the hard cock, and with a wide open mouth, swallowed it greedily, grunting and snuffling as he curled his fingers round the end of the shaft in the small space left between his lips and Don's belly, the rest of the meat filling his throat.
Don had a steamy look on his face as his cock fed Josh, eyeing Mike and licking his lips suggestively, wishing it was his ass that was being plowed, while Mike looked him up and down appreciatively, admiring the finely toned muscles and hard belly, and aware that there was now a tingling in his balls, so he speeded up, making Josh, whacking himself into a frenzy, groan even louder, as Mike's cock plundered his ass, until he started to shake, his spunk on the way to release, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The first wave splashed deep into Josh's bowels, making him open his mouth and gasp, leaving Don's cock wavering and pointing deep into his throat, as the fire burnt through him, and his own orgasm jetted down onto the cushions, before he gathered his thoughts and grabbed Don's meat in his throat once more.
Again and again Mike came, jerking against Josh's ass, slowing gradually, until he slumped back and grabbed the towel, holding it round his cock as he withdrew, leaving Josh's ass-ring a ragged white-flecked hole, with cum streaks running slowly down the insides of this thighs.
Don was now on the boil, masturbating himself into Josh's mouth, but with the massive orgasm he'd just absorbed, plus his own, Josh's movements were now so totally spasmodic, that Don spilled out, and Mike watched it spring out point up, spurting over Josh's shoulder at him, jetting its milky load over Josh's back.
An hour later, as Josh lay back on the recliner while Josh and Don both licked and sucked his cock like worshippers, he promised it'd be Don's turn to squat on him next time, especially since Don had recommended him - and they'd decided that Don would have his pool cleaned one week, while Josh would have his cleaned the next week, and so on. The way things looked, these two guys were going to have the best worked-on pools - and asses - in the neighbourhood!
Copyright Cal Ritchie