#gaypoolboy

Dipping into the Pool Boy

The little slut was just begging for me to stick my dick in him. Prancing about my pool deck in his tight speedo that strapped his perfectly plump ass. I wanted so badly to bury my face in it. I bet the boy likes being spanked by a strong hand. The fucker would always come by on his next shift when my wife was away like he knew her schedule. He has been baiting me for weeks at this point.

He would strip down to his speedo and walk about cleaning my pool making lude and obvious signals. The day I lost my restraint, I was watching him from the second-floor balcony, a rock in my pants and a desire to stick my cock so far up his ass he would find swimming easier than walking. I could not take his flaunting anymore. What set me off was when he "dropped" his pole into the water. He bent down with his ass high in the sky as he reached for the handle and swayed his hips in clear view of my direction.

I left the balcony and thumped down the staircase and out to my pool deck. I went right for him just as he had picked the net out of the water. When I approached, he looked up through his shades and said, "Can I help you, Sir?" rather seductively.

I looked him right in the eye and said, "Cut the shit, boy, I know you've been baiting me."

I could see the devilish smile play across his delicious lips. "I don't understand what you mean, Sir." He said and went down.

I stepped closer to him taking the pole from his hands, tossing it back into the pool, "You've been sluting your ass around my pool for weeks just begging for my attention. Don't lie to me, boy."

The boy bit his lip, "Sir, I'm just here to clean your pool. I'm sorry if you think-"

"What I know is you're after this," I said pulling out my thick cock.

His eyebrows rose behind his glasses and I could practically see his mouth watering. He cut the act when he said, "Yes, Sir. I am." He was practically itching to touch it.

"Then get to work." I ordered.

He dropped to his knees and quickly got to work. He licked up the sides of my length before taking my head in and twirled his tongue. He kept eye contact with me as he teased the tip of my cock and played with my balls. I grabbed his head and forced him down on my cock. I was momentarily surprised he took all of me at once. His throat opened wide as I slipped as deep as possible. He held himself there for a moment without gagging. He did not even choke or cough when I tested his reflexes with a good fucking.  I let him up for a few gulps of air before guiding him back down.

"Fuck, you're a cock slut aren't you, boy?"

He pulled my sloppy cock out of his mouth with a pop. "Yes, Sir." he replied and stuffed me back in. I swear I could have cum down his throat, but I would be damned if I did not dick the hungry boy down. I fucked his face with a few more thrusts then pulled him off me. Turning to the lounge chair beside us, I laid down and beckoned him over with a finger, "Be a good boy and give me your ass." The boy stood and came to stand beside me.

After running a hand across his covered yet stiff cock, I turned him around so I could have a closer look at his ass. So perfect and round, I could not help but slap it. He gasped sharply and I did it again which earned me a whine. I snickered while pulling his speedo down letting his ass spill out. With each hand, I gripped and massaged each of his cheeks separately. His hips were moving along with my massaging with several moans and deep breaths coming from him. Prodding his hole with my finger really excited him. He backed up and slipped my finger in with a pleased hum coming from his throat. I could feel just how warm he was inside. My cock was as harder now thinking about how warm his hole would feel wrapped around my cock that thinking of my wife's pussy.

I withdrew my finger and slapped his ass once more. "Sit on my lap" The boy did as he was told and straddled my hips facing away from me. I continued to play with his ass now that we were both so much closer. He continued to arch his body and repositioned himself where he was at my crotch and his ass was close enough to eat.

I took a taste and could not help but dig in. The boy was moaning on my cock while I stretched his hole with my tongue. My hips were bucking into him as he sucked my cock. I did not want to wait anymore. Placing my hands on his ass, I pushed his ass down. He got what I was after and repositioned himself to sitting with the head of my cock pocking his entrance. I could feel his spit was still wet when I pushed against his hole and found my own work allowing me to sink into him. He slid down my cock until he sat against my hips.

He stayed there for a moment adjusting to my size. I could feel him quivering around my cock. With both hands on his hips, I nudged him into a slow rock. I gave him another moment to relax before taking what I have been after. I had the boy bouncing on my cock from tip to hip. His tight hole accepted my cock's dominance sliding up and down my length with glee. His ass slapped against my crotch; the smacking began echoing almost as loud as his moaning. I had to cover his mouth so the neighbors did not hear him groaning about how great my cock was.

His ass, however, was so great I was losing myself in it. At one point in my lustful fucking, I found myself standing and gripping the boy’s hips as he lay face down on the lounge. My cock was plowing into him with such hunger I thought I would never be able to leave his tight hole. I took a lot of enjoyment out of the sounds the boy was emitting as I ravaged his hole making it mine. Come to think of it, he sounded better than my wife. That thought only had me digging deeper than I thought was possible.

When I felt myself coming close to my climax, I knew what I had to do. Feeling the pressure build within myself, I gripped his hips and plunged all of me inside. The boy gasped as I flooded his insides with my seed. I kept thrusting with each wave pulsing through me and into him. His insides compressed around my cock as I heard him cumming through the lounge chair onto the concrete.

Reluctantly pulling out of him, I grabbed his dazed attention, "Clean up your mess." I pointed to my cock. He smiled, "Yes, sir." and got to sucking me clean. Once I was done, he cleaned his jizz off the concrete, whilst still naked, and finished his job with the pool. I settled to watching him from another chair. We kept eyeing each other as he performed the rest of duties. I was still rather stiff and was heavily tempted to call him over for round two, but I just could not risk it.