"The Pool Man Next Door, Part One" By Jay Roberts Gay Adult Friends
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To get the basics over with, I am Sam. I'm twenty five. I live with my life partner, Ed. We've been together for three years and I've never tired of Ed and never thought about sex with another man. (Well maybe that's an exaggeration, I'm not blind.)
Ed is a model-handsome forty two year old. He has that lovely graying hair in front that enhances his blue eyes.
We live in a mid century modern house. The house is perfect because we both love 1960s modern, but one reason we were able to afford it is that condo that was built next to this house a few years before we bought it.
I imagine that a stranger might assume that I am a boy toy for Ed and that I do the cooking while he pays the bills. No true. Ed has a good job. He's a stock broker, but I am the money guy, thanks to the death of my very rich grandmother two years ago.
I am a writer. I have had three things published and now I am working on a novel. My mother said, "Sam does work, he writes." It's not as easy as you might think.
Yesterday I noticed the pool man working next door on the Condo pool. I enjoyed the view of his bare chest and strong brown legs. I also admired his serious attention to his work, the pulling that bottom vacuum back and forth, back and forth that transfixed me.
"Hey Ed, look out here at that new pool man next door."
He dropped the newspaper he was reading and came over and leaned over my back and looked. I could feel his warm body over mine and I reacted like the first time. He was my man, no doubt.
"Peeking at a half naked boy is very superficial. I expected more from you," he said in a mock moralistic way. "But then the shallow things of life are the best."
"You know, we need a pool cleaner."
"No we don't, you clean the pool and I watch you with delight."
"Come on, we can afford it now."
He pinched my muscular bottom, a gesture I always appreciate. "Okay, but I know the real reason, you want to be able to stair at a closer distance to that blond."
"Well he's really not a blond, more very light brown."
Ed laughed at me in amusement. "You have really scoped him out."
"He's really not blond, just very light brown." Uh, uh, I heard Ed laughing. That was embarrassing. I guess I have really memorized him.
"Okay, what ever you want. I can deny you nothing."
"I'll cash that in tonight."
He mused. "What have I ever denied you that you can request. I get it, my elbow is still virgin." He rubbed his chin as he took one more look at the lithe kid. "You know he looks a lot like you. He could be your brother."
I took that as a compliment.
Not wanting to waste time I headed over to the privacy fence between our place and the condo building and stood on tiptoes, only my head above the top of the wall. "Hey Pool guy."
He turned, put down the hose he was holding obscenely and turned to find out where the hailing came from. He spotted me and came over. "Can I help you?"
Now that was an opening. I thought, 'Let me get a long sheet of paper to list the ways you can help me.' But I said, "My friend and I live in this house and we decided we need to hire a pool man. You available?" (Another inadvertent double entendre.)
"Sure, I have room for a few more customers. I'll be finished here in a half hour and I'll drop by."
I turned to see Ed standing on the patio, hands on hips, smiling at me.
"You know Ed, I had taken him for a youngster of eighteen or so, but seeing him closer, I think he's mid twenties."
"I agree, and he's one of those sleek dudes who will look like he's a college boy right up into his fifties, the rat!" . Sure. I can take you on."
Was that sex talk?
He told me the price. He gave me his name: Riley. It seemed about the going price, and he said that he would come over after he finished at the condo pool and look us over. Again the double meaning. I hoped I had not hooked up with danger boy.
In about a half hour Riley arrived at our pool surround. I was drowsing in a chez. At the same time, Ed came out dressed in a terry robe. I noticed he was limping.
"You hurt?" I asked Ed.
"Just hit my toe on the bottom leg of the glass table in the living room."
"I do massages," Riley offered.
"I bet you do." Ed said, some what bitchy, I thought.
Now Riley looked very good, and I remarked to him that he cleans up nice.
"Yeah, there's shower in the changing room."
His hair was wet and now looked brown, but the wet curls, still dripping was cute. Sadly he had lost his work sweat odor.
Now as to Ed, his hair was also wet and that obliterated his gray hair on the sides. It made him look very young and his handsome model looks were amplified.
Right away I saw Riley's eyes flashing ship-to-shore code and Ed's signaled back. What hath I wrought. We were all silent. There was really nothing to say. Ordinarily Pool Boi would stand up and say "All's arranged. See you tomorrow," But he didn't, and neither I nor Ed made to say goodbye.
Then the fateful offer by Ed. "Would you like a beer?"
Riley smiled with his white teeth and dimples in full play. "Tell you truth I am thirsty from working but I stopped the beer routine after college. Can you make a Martini?"
We looked at each other. He was suggesting an alcohol bomb, especially the way Ed make them. Ed jumped up. "Sure thing Riley. You'll love mine."
Fuck, suggestiveness was flying around the room.
Ed went to make the drinks and I was left with Riley. He turned to me and gave me his full attention for the first time. "So er.."
"Sam," I prompted.
"Yeah Sam, so tell me what does Ed do to afford this hot classic modern house?"
I could see by the way he phrased this question that he had already pegged me as a kept boy. It's a natural assumption since Ed was older and I, well, I am so cute.
"He's a stock broker, but actually I bought the house."
"Oh, what do you do?"
"I'm a writer."
"Anything I might know?"
"Not really."
I was getting a little hyper from the concentrated attention so I was glad that Ed came in with a pitcher and three glasses. "Olive or onion?"
"Neither, it just gets in the way of drinking the cocktail."
The cocktails were poured from the pitcher and I noted there was plenty left. Riley took his and tilted it slightly toward us and downed it one were gulp and held the empty glass toward Ed. "More porridge, sir?"
I laughed, in spite of the fact that the kid made me feel like an old number. I had to remember that we were about the same age. He was clever and that remark would unexpected from a pool boy. I had to remember that a college educated boy who's father may own a pool company, was not a coolie.
I could see that Ed was delighted to pour another drink. I was still sipping mine so I refused a refill. Ed quickly downed his and pour himself another. The smell of juniper berries and rising cocks willed the room.
Riley drank the second one slower. "Hey Ed" (note not Mr. Branford or Sir) "About that foot. You want me to look at it?"
Ed still naked under his terry robe looked very interested. I happen to know, from intimate toe sucking, that Ed has a very nice, shapely foot that can easily transfer any attention to it, to his dick.
"Sure. Maybe a little rub might help. It is throbbing slightly."
Riley got up. Shit, his yellow shorts were poofed out. He bent down in front of Ed's chair and put Ed's foot on the top of his bare thigh and removed his slipper.
"Ah, yes, hum," Riley said, but I knew he was stalling while he admired that fine foot. I could help but notice that a lot of Ed's hairy leg was offered for inspection as his robe parted.
Oh my, a family that plays together, stays together and I planned how I would get into this tableau.
After Riley tenderly stroked the toe as if it was a stiff cock, he said "Perhaps a wet treatment might be more effective."
What a 'wet' treatment meant became quickly apparent as Riley took Ed's toe into his mouth and began to lick and suck it.
Ed was really surprised at the intimate turn this visit from our new pool man had become. It was more like we had hired a rent boy. Ed began to object but his words quickly turned into a moan as he was beguiled by the sensations rolling up his let.
My irrepressible, sweet housemate and lover was really into this sexy moment and ramped it up by putting his foot right on the blond's bulge. Ed, always ready to float a bon mot said, "My foot tells me that it's at least seven inches and quite fat. And...er...it's uncircumsized."
"Clever but no foot, no matter how sensitive can tell that. Anyway you got it wrong. I took the knife at a tender age. But it's a good job."
I had a major hard on and I was longing to get into the fun. I decided to hurry things along and I slipped off my bathing shorts and moved right up next to Riley's shoulder. He turned his head and his lips were right at the bobbing head of my cock.
"Hello," he said. "A friend is knocking at my door."
I rudely ignored the niceties and pushed my prong hard against his lips and gave him a firm dentists command, "Open wide."
He was surprisingly docile and opened and push out his really sweet, pink, large tongue and gave an introductory swipe across my already dripping cock head. I expelled my help breath in gratitude and he took most of my cock into his steaming mouth. We would have embarked on a hot suck fest expect we were not alone. Ed was feeling neglected and measured his toe lick against a cock suck and felt needy.
Riley had been giving all the good stuff to us. I bet he thought, when he came into our house, that here were two gay guys who will offer him lots of great sex and might be relied on for many repeat performances. Yet, yet I say he was in danger of being the one who gets exploited.
My musing became a good guess. Ed pulled the pool kid's pants down and we both checked out his equipment. It was prime. I mean he had those nice low hanging balls and a meaty, tawny salami in full erection came into view.
Clever Ed (would I love a dope?) reached around the boy's slim waist and grabbed a handful of quality ass check. Riley left off his cock sucking and shouted out, "If you got any thought of fucking me, forget it. I fuck. I do get fucked."
Ed laughed and said softly "I've heard that so many times and after I do my stuff on their ass they always want it again and again. You're no different."
Riley was red with anger. "You think you two swells can have it over the poor working boy, well my father owns that condo next door, for your information."
My turn in saying, "Don't tell about your getting fucked today and have registered in the bottom boy union."
He had continued sucking me and I decided to take matters in my own hands. I put a finger in his cute Riley's puffy lips and ordered, "Suck that."
Automatically he suck and drooled over my finger. That even turned him on as he closed his eyes and made little happy sounds.
"You're having too much tun," I said, and pulled my finger out of his mouth. He looked disappointed. I knew this boy could be had.
End of Part One