On the afternoon of the next day we were lying in the shade, reading. I was deeply engrossed in my book when Scott tapped my arm. He was pointing towards the pool, a mischievous look on his face. I looked up and instantly realised why Scott was so excited. The pool boy had just arrived and he looked stunning -- like a twink pornstar. He was a lean young man with dark hair under a baseball cap. His vest and short shorts showed his toned limbs and very firm butt. Not to mention his decent-sized bulge. I smiled at Scott and went back to my book. Well, I pretended to read. The book wasn't going anywhere but that poolboy wouldn't be there for long.
Scott was not being as nearly as discreet. He sat up, legs astride his sunlounger, and watched the boy intensely. You know, I think I recognise him. In fact I'm sure I do.' How can you possibly recognise him?' I asked. `He's Spanish. You haven't been out of England since he was in kindergarten.'
Scott was adamant. I do recognise him. And so should you. He's that hot guy with the onlyfans page.' I laughed. You might have to narrow it down a little.'
He grabbed his phone from under the sunlounger and scrolled through it. There. Juan_two_three. That's him isn't it?' He passed me the phone and I inspected the photo, then glanced up at the poolboy who was diligently sweeping the bottom of the pool. You know I actually think it is.' I handed the phone back and Scott looked at it again. Only one way to be sure,' he said and shouted over Excuse me!' The poolboy stopped in his task and looked up to see Scott beckoning him over. He put down his sweeper and walked over. As he approached I could see his dark eyes and a coquettish smile on his smooth, tanned face. Can I help you, sir?' he asked politely. His English had only a slight accent. Yes I think so,' Scott replied in far too suggestive a manner. `You can settle an argument between my friend and me. Are you the famous Juan_two_three?'
The poolboy looked slightly surprised but instantly pleased to be recognised. Yes I am. Have you seen my page?' Seen it, loved it, wanked to it!' Juan laughed. I'm glad it appealed to you.' Then the conversation took a particular turn. Tell me,' said Scott. Would you be willing to give a private performance for us? Obviously we'll pay you. 50 euros?' I stared at Scott, and then looked at Juan in acute embarrassment. I was about to offer huge apologies but he chipped in with, Sure. Let me finish up first. About 10 minutes, OK?' `Absolutely OK!' Scott retorted.
Juan turned and made his way back to the pool, giving a much sexier walk on his way back, his bum wiggling seductively in his shiny black shorts.
I couldn't decide whether I was more shocked at what Scott had suggested or more turned on by Juan's reply. But it didn't take me long to decide - I was excited by what display this beauty might have in store.
When Juan had packed up all the kit he walked over to us. `OK. I'm all yours.' We entered the living room and asked Juan where he would be most comfortable, after offering him a drink, which he politely declined. He said he was always absolutely on top form when he was performing but that he'd appreciate a beer afterwards.
He looked around the room. So. If you could sit in the armchairs I will start on the sofa. Is there anything particular you would like me to do?' Scott and I looked at each other and then turned to him, smiling. Whatever you feel like doing is great for us,' I replied.
Juan smiled and nodded. He sat on the sofa with his tanned legs apart, showing off the bulge in his shorts. He looked each of us in the eye in turn and started to rub his chest and torso, exploring himself slowly. He pulled the vest to the middle of his chest, exposing his stiff nipples. He tickled them and let out a quiet moan. He pulled the vest off over his chest and let it fall.
Then he put a hand on each knee and drew his hands slowly up his thighs, making a massage action with his fingers as he did so. He seemed lost in his own erotic world now and was obviously getting into what he was doing -- I noticed that his shorts bulge was growing. When his hands reached the top of his thighs he ran the forefinger of each hand just inside the edge of his shorts. He worked his fingers slightly deeper inside and teased his balls, gasping slightly as he did so. The now huge and solid bulge twitched a couple of times. Juan moved his hands to the front of his shorts and rubbed his palms over his bulge and pushed his crotch against them.
I was mesmerised. My own cock was fully hard and judging by the way Scott was shifting is his seat, I could tell his was too.
Juan ran his right forefinger up and down his bulge and then pulled aside the left leg of his shorts, exposing the hard lump of his dick constricted downwards inside his red undies. He licked his left forefinger and rubbed his cock through the material, making it twitch again. Then he moved his finger into the side of his undies, touching the skin of his balls. He moaned again and his legs involuntarily twitched outwards. This boy really knew how to tease himself!
He moved has hands slowly up his hips and ran his fingers along the waistband of his shorts. He edged his hands down inside the front and rubbed his cock and balls, wriggling slightly as the ecstasy continued to build slowly. His hands moved expertly against his junk and when he brought them back out again I saw he had moved his cock so that it was now pointing upwards and to the left, straining hard against the shiny satin. I could tell from this angle that he was hung -- the bulge showed a good 7 inches of rampant dick.
He put the forefinger and middle finger of his left hand on either side of the tip of his cock and traced the outline of it down towards the base and back up again, causing it to twitch slightly. At the same time he moved his right hand down between his thighs and inside the leg of his shorts, again caressing his balls.
His moans were becoming louder as he continued to torment himself. My cock gave the occasional twitch, leaking precum into my own shorts. Scott was in a similar position and I saw out of the corner of my eye that he occasionally put his own hand to the front of his speedos, giving his own cock a squeeze.
Juan slowly stood up and put his thumbs into the top his shorts, teasing the waistband down so that it pushed against the top of his cock bulge. He pulled it down a little more, snagging it on his dick, giving us a brief striptease routine. He lowered his shorts further, exposing a pair of red speedos showing off the clear outline of his impressive cock, at the tip of which was a coin-sized dark patch of precum, glistening in the middle.
Juan gripped his cock through his speedos and slowly started to wank it. As he stood there I drew my eyes up towards his and saw that he was looking straight at me. I was momentarily surprised, flattered and hugely turned on all at the same time. Before I even realised I was doing it, my hand went straight to the bulge in my own shorts, gently squeezing my cock. Juan half closed his eyes as he watched my reaction and smiled a devilish grin -- almost as though he now had me in his power. We both looked towards Scott at the same time and saw that he was also deeply involved, rubbing and squeezing his dick through his speedos.
Juan sat back down and perched on the edge of the sofa. He spread his thighs and repeated the whole teasing process again. This time he was even more primed, even more heightened to his own touch and with each caress, each touch of his balls, each feather-light stroke of his dick, his reactions were more pronounced. The gasps and groans were louder and the twitches in his cock were more powerful, producing more precum which now almost soaked the front of his speedos.
I had to force my hands away from my cock because I didn't want to start wanking. Yet. I wanted to continue enjoying our intimate show, and the pleasurable ache it was giving me.
Juan leant back on the sofa and untied the string on his speedos. He moved the waistband slowly towards his thighs, causing his cock to stand up as it fought against the pressure. The slow deliberate progress of the trunks down his thighs eventually caused his cock to spring back, slapping against his firm stomach and sprinkling several clear splashes of precum on his chest. He ran the speedos down to his feet, showing us that he was smooth all over, and kicked them away, continuing to push his cock forward a few more times and letting it slap back on his stomach.
He sat up straight and eased his foreskin back, exposing his glistening cockhead causing a dribble of precum to flow down the shaft, which he massaged slowly into the skin. He dropped some spit from his mouth and proceeded to work it slowly all over his thick big cock, pulling his right hand back and forth whilst he fondled his hairless ballsack with the left.
His concentration was now all on him. His own pleasure, his own imminent orgasm. The movement of his right hand went alternately faster and slower as he kept teasing himself. He would swap his hands over occasionally, or stop holding the shaft of his cock and grip his helmet instead, wincing with pleasurable pain as he rubbed it with the palm of his hand. Then he would stop altogether, just fluttering his fingers over his balls and taint, with the occasional running of his fingers around his hole. With every quickening of movement, his gasps would become louder and his whole body would flinch. His breathing became faster and louder and I could tell he would soon stop teasing himself and allow his orgasm to take over.
When he decided the teasing was over, he leant back on the sofa and straightened his legs, looking now directly at Scott and me. He ran his right hand back and forth over the whole length of his stiff cock, rubbing his balls hard with his left. He let out a long moan and started to shudder. The words I'm going to cum' came tumbling out of his mouth, over and over, getting louder and quicker. Suddenly his whole body locked, except his hand which was almost a blur over his dick. He gasped, I'm cumming!' His cock twitched violently. There were 3 or 4 tiny explosions of spunk. He yelled, his hips bucked, his legs twitched and his cock erupted rope after rope of hot cum into the air, onto his face and chest. The sofa became sprinkled with tiny wet flecks.
Juan kept pumping his cock, slowing the motion only after the spunk stopped shooting. He shuddered and moaned slightly with each slow downward stroke, coaxing the final drops of cum from his dick. He spread his wet, cum-covered hands over his now semi-hard cock and tight ball sack, wallowing in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm I had ever witnessed.
I was almost hypnotised by the sexiness of what I had just witnessed. As I came to my senses I realised I was completely ignoring the throbbing, dripping cock which was straining in my own shorts. I slowly untied the string and lowered the front. No sooner had I started to wank than a happy voice piped up, `No. Please let me take care of that for you.' Juan stood up and knelt on the floor. He removed my shorts, gripped my cock and eased his mouth towards it. He sucked it slowly into his mouth and ran his tongue around the head, savouring the taste of my precum. His head moved up and down, taking more of my cock in his mouth with each downward movement.
As I was savouring my blow job Juan suddenly looked up and beckoned Scott over. He didn't hesitate for a second! His speedos were off almost before he was out of the chair. He stood next to Juan, who performed the same expert sucking on Scott as he did on me. Scott started to moan and I knew that he would soon cum. Juan stopped again and turned his attention to my cock. I stood next to Juan, opposite to Scott, hoping that I knew what was to happen next. We both looked at each other and I could tell he was hoping for the same thing.
Juan took a cock in each hand and wanked us both at the same time. My cock was almost fit to burst. The hot twink pumped his tight fists back and forth. I started to feel like I was cumming before the spunk actually started to shoot. I let out a moan as my cock fired a hot squirt of spunk which hit Scott's stomach. Juan immediately clamped his lips around the end of my cock, pumping it hard. His tongue massaged my shaft as I shot jet after jet of hot cum into his mouth.
Scott couldn't hold back any longer and he spunked his load into the air. Juan was quick and span round to take Scott's cock in his mouth and swallow the cum shooting into it. Scott let out a contented moan as Juan sucked and licked his dick, taking every drop.
Scott and I sat back down and Juan relaxed on the floor. After a couple of minutes of satisfied recovery I stood up. `Right! Time for a beer!'