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Pool Bitch

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I should have known I was in
for nothing but trouble. But as usual, I had let my cock do all my
thinking for me.
At then end of the school year, I had let the guys on my swim team
know I was looking for a pool boy for the summer. The boy I hired
would not only get a paycheck, but he’d have full use of the pool
during the off season. I figured it was a win-win situation for me. I’d
get to be around a hot young guy, and when next season started, I’d
have at least one team member who I knew had spent the summer
training.
Several of the boys applied for the job, and any one of them would
have been perfect for the job ‘ except for Dylan Rusher.
Dylan was a good swimmer, one of the best on the team, but it was
all natural talent. He put hardly any work at all into training. When
I thought about how good he would be if he worked as hard as the
other boys on my team, it almost made me sick.
But Dylan was a real hot number: long and lanky with the kind
of a bulge in his Speedos that could distract half the spectators at
any of our swim meets. And I have to admit, that’s why he ended up
getting the job.
So knowing his reputation for avoiding hard work, it was hard for
me to be shocked when I started noticing that my pool wasn’t really
getting as clean as I had hoped it would. I usually ran errands on the
days Dylan came by to take care of the pool, and he knew it. I had a
feeling he was spending most of his time goofing off, so I decided to
sneak back to the house one day to check up on him.
I let him into the back yard as usual, then left to do my errands.
Normally I’d be gone about three hours, and when I got home, Dylan
would just be ‘finishing up’. This time, I decided I’d only be gone
for an hour.
I waved to Dylan as I pulled out of the driveway. He had the pool
skimmer in his hand and was just beginning to skim the surface of
the water.
After stopping at the local diner for a cup of coffee and a quick
breakfast, I headed back home. I parked my car on the street in
front of the house, and quietly let myself in the front door. I headed
upstairs to the back bedroom where I could get a good look at the
pool. Sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed. Dylan was lying
in a lounge chair by the side of the pool ‘ and he was stark naked!
The pool skimmer bobbed in the water next to him, and lying by his
side was a pack of his cigarettes (not a good idea for a swimmer) and
a can of my beer! The kid wasn’t just slacking off, he was stealing
beer from me! Fortunately the backyard was surrounded by a high
hedge, so I didn’t have to worry about the neighbors seeing a naked,
big-dicked kid in my yard.
I was plenty pissed off at the boy, and I didn’t want to confront
him when I was so angry. I decided to give myself a few minutes to
cool down a little bit. I thought about the beer sitting by Dylan’s
side, and decided that an ice cold one might help me relax a little
bit. I went down to the kitchen and pulled one out of the fridge. As
the first swallow went down my throat, I could feel myself relaxing
a little bit.
I wasn’t happy about the situation with Dylan, but I had to admit,
I remembered what it was like to be a boy his age. Summers were for
fun, not for work, and I admit that when I was his age, I probably
would have been pulling the same kind of shit. Still, I had offered
him full use of the pool ‘ after he had cleaned it. Hell, he could have
stuck around all day, if he wanted to. And I certainly wouldn’t have
minded him swimming naked ‘ if only he would have asked. Still, I
guess part of the fun of it for Dylan was thinking he was getting away
with something.
I tipped the beer can up to my lips, and noticed it was almost empty.
I decided that maybe another one was in order while I thought about
how to handle this situation. I popped the top on my second beer,
and took it back upstairs to the bedroom where I could keep an eye
on my young employee. He was still in the lounge chair, but he had
lowered the back all the way down. From the way his chest was slowly
rising and falling, I could tell he had fallen asleep.
As I stood there looking down on him from the second story window,
I noticed that the fat meat log that rested across one of his thighs was
slowly starting to twitch. Sure enough, the kid was getting a boner.
I wondered if he was having some sort of sexy dream, or if it was
just a reaction to the warm sunshine and the light breeze. His cock
continued to plump up and rise toward his belly button. His nutsac
also pulled in and up. From where I was standing, I could see the
tight, little pink hole tucked in between his asscheeks.
It was getting warm in the small upstairs room, and I could feel
the sweat trickling down my back and into the crack between my big,
furry asscheeks. I could also feel my own cock starting to rise, just
like the kid’s. I was beginning to think that maybe I might like to strip
down and join my young ‘guest’ out by the pool.
He obviously thought I was still out of the house, and I wondered
what his reaction would be if he saw my naked body strolling up to
him, my hard cock leading the way. Would he freak out and take off
running? Maybe he’d be as interested in me as I was in him. I tossed
the idea back and forth in my mind for quite a while as I stood there
watching him.
That big cock of his continued to slowly rise up toward his chest.
Before long, I noticed that it was starting to drip some clear, stickylooking
precum into his belly button. His balls had pulled up all the
way to the base of his dick. Keeping my eye on him, I slowly peeled off
my sweat soaked t-shirt and jeans. The air felt cool as it hit my steamy
cock and balls. I reached down and gave my nutsac a tug, letting it
swing between my hairy thighs as my cock came to full attention.
Then the kid woke up. As he raised his head, I stepped back from
the window; I didn’t want him to catch me spying on him. I don’t
think I needed to worry, though. He seemed to have other things on
his mind. He got his naked ass up off the lounge, and headed over
to the corner of the yard by the garage. I couldn’t believe what I saw
next. The little bitch held onto his semi-hard cock and started pissing
into the hedge. I have to admit that I’d done the same thing before,
but hell, it was my yard!
From the volume of piss that came out of the end of his cock, I’m
guessing he may have had more than just the one beer. It arced into
the bushes then slowed to a trickle. He shook the last drops from
the tip of his dick, then scratched his crotch and headed back to the
lounge.
After he flopped back down, he wrapped his hand around his
rod and started slowly stroking it back to full erection. There’s not
much telling what he was thinking about, but whatever it was, it was
turning him on. He lay back and closed his eyes as he gently frigged
his hardon.
By that time, my cock was so stiff it hurt. I decided it was definitely
time to make my move. I went downstairs, and headed to the garage.
I knew if I approached the pool from the garage door, I would be
coming up behind Dylan. If I was quiet, he wouldn’t know I was there
until I was right up on him.
Sure enough, it wasn’t until the shadow of my hard cock fell across
his face that he realized I was there. ‘Shit!’ he said, trying to get up
off the chair. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down.
‘Coach Morris! Wait. I can explain,’ he said, finally taking his hand
from around his hardon.
‘Yeah, bitch’? I said. ‘Tell it to my asshole!’ and with that, I squatted
down over his face. The beers I drank must have caused me to act
that way. My behavior even shocked me. I’m not usually so aggressive.
Especially not with the boys I coach.
I felt his head moving from side to side beneath me, like he was
trying to get away. Then I noticed something: his cock was harder
than it had ever been. Pretty soon I realized he wasn’t trying to get
out from under my ass, he was trying to line up his mouth with my
hole. Before long, I felt the warm, wet tip of his tongue against my
pucker and heard him moaning and grunting beneath me. The kid
was getting off on eating my asshole!
I have to say I was enjoying it, myself. My cock boned up and
started dripping cocksnot on his chest. I found myself in the perfect
position to lean forward and grab his pink nipples. I gave them a
tug and said, ‘Is this how you take care of my pool? Is this what I’ve
been paying you for’?
He tried to respond, but of course, his face was buried in my
asscrack. Even if he could have said anything, I wouldn’t have been
able to understand him.
‘I think it’s time I started getting my money’s worth out of you!’ I
gave his nipples another hard tug. His cock was leaking just as much
as mine. The kid was really getting off on eating out my hairy, sweaty
ass. I pushed down a little more and felt his tongue enter me.
I looked down and saw that Dylan had really started stroking his
cock. He was pounding it hard, and it felt like he was trying to shove
his whole head up my butt, tongue first. I gave his tits another hard
tug, and a huge geyser of hot, young cum erupted from his stiff rod.
It flew up in the air, then landed across my belly, matting the hair
against my skin. It smelled fresh and nutty, like only a young guy’s
can.
‘Holy fuck!’ I yelled. ‘What a huge fuckin’ load!’ I slowly straightened
up my legs and pulled my ass up off the kid’s face. ‘Guess you
kinda liked that, huh, Dylan’?
He was breathing hard, so it took him a few moments before he
could say, ‘Yeah ‘ yes, sir, I did.’ He lay there for a few more minutes
with my sweat and ass juices drying on his face, before adding, ‘But
you didn’t shoot a load yet. Look how hard your cock is.’
‘I know,’ I told him. ‘I was saving that for that tight little asshole
of yours.’
Despite the huge load he had just shot, Dylan’s cock boned up rock
hard again. He reached up and played with the precum that was
drooling out of my cock. ‘Jesus, Coach,’ he said. ‘I’d love it if you
shoved that big porker of yours up my butt.’
‘Yeah’? I said, walking to the other end of the lounge. I grabbed
his ankles and pulled him down to me. Putting the wet tip of my cock
against his opening and teasing him with it, I said, ‘You want this,
you little bitch boy? You wanna take a big man’s cock up that tight
little asshole of yours’?
He grabbed his cock and started stroking it. Looking me in the
eyes, he pleaded, ‘Please, Coach. Please put it in me!’
I pushed forward a little bit and felt his hole start to stretch around
my cockhead. He moaned and tried to push his ass up into my crotch,
but I pulled back.
‘You want it? You want that man’s cock up that pretty little boy
hole of yours’?
He pushed up again and this time I didn’t pull away. I felt him
stretch around my cock again.
‘C’mon,’ I teased him. ‘Open up. Suck that cock into your tight
ass. Suck it up there!’
He kept hunching up as I pressed forward, and before long, he had
taken my entire rod with only my precum for lube. The moment I
was inside him, he went wild. ‘Uh! Uh! Fuck me, Coach; fuck me!
Gimme your load, man. Fill my fuckin’ ass with your hot cum!’ The
kid talked like a porno movie.
I banged away at his hole as hard as I could. I was working double
time to try and hold off cumming as long as I could, but Dylan’s tight
hole was literally sucking the load up from my balls. His eyes locked
on mine again and gave me that pleading look of his.
‘C’mon, Coach,’ he begged. ‘Gimme your load, please. Dump
your cum up my ass. I really need it!’
He started working his ass muscles up and down my rod, chewing
my cock with his hole. I couldn’t hold back any longer with treatment
like that. ‘FUCK, KID!’ I bellowed. ‘I’m gonna fuckin’ plow your
hole. Gonna fuckin’ breed that tight butt hole of yours!’ And with
a huge growl, I banged my cock as far up his ass as it would go and
pumped what felt like a quart of grade A bull cream up inside him.
To my surprise, he popped another load out on his stomach while I
was breeding him.
I pulled my cock out with a slow, wet, sloppy sound. When I did, my
load ran out of the kid’s stretched out hole and spilled onto the hot
concrete underneath us. I think the stain is still there on the patio.
We both jumped into the pool to cool off, but that just got us worked
up again. Dylan ended up eating my butt out again as I leaned over the
side of the pool, and I fucked another load or two up his hole under
the water. By the time he left that afternoon, his hole was so stretched
out he couldn’t have held my load up his ass even if he wanted to.
I ended up hiring another pool boy that summer. He was much
more efficient than Dylan. Of course I kept Dylan around, as well.
He was no longer my pool boy, though. He was my pool bitch.

Written by Kirk Morris