So, I had My First Visit by My New Pool Boy. There Might Be a Problem Here...

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OP, you forgot to sign your post as David Geffen

How much extra are you paying him, OP, to tease you about your puny cocklet?

"Service contract", dear?

This will only end in tears.

B+ Your creative writing classes are starting to pay off OP! Keep up the good work and study hard.

Oh puhleeze, hon. In your dreams.

It was stoopid to give him a tip.

For workers who are going to be providing regular, ongoing services, you save something like that for an annual bonus and give it to them during the holiday season, year-end.

R8 is right. You shouldn’t have tipped him. Now he’s going to expect it every time. Are you hot enough for him to be sexually attractive to you? If so, then go for it, because we all know that’s what you really want.

^^^^^^^^^^^

**** attracted

Really, OP? On the day of Tina Turner’s death you have to post this shit?

Will your cries for attention never cease?

Brace yourself: the “so” troll will excoriate you for beginning your narrative thus.

Ask him if the thong is really necessary.

[quote] -Would I have to consistently pay him a generous tip?

Only if you want to keep jerking off to him in his thong cleaning your pool

Must try harder 1/10

And then the plumber and the pizza boy arrived …

Dear Penthouse Forum…..

I first thought that this might an EST written by AI... but AI wouldn't have the ESL errors.

Next time bring him a drink and ask him if he wants to go for a swim with you.

Do you always keep used truck tires and other assorted crap on your pool deck, OP?

So much AI and Chat GPT on this site recently.

File alongside the; 'I moved to Rome' and 'I fancy my best friends partner' threads.

That guy in that picture is NOT a [italic]boy[/italic]!

-∞/10

What an Energetic, Sexy Talent for writing you have, OP.

[quote]What an Energetic, Sexy Talent for writing you have, OP.

I miss this. Why did we ever stop?

Ricardo's days were filled with the scorching California sun, the scent of chlorine, and the laughter of carefree vacationers. As a Brazilian pool boy, he found himself working for an elderly couple in the glamorous neighborhood of Hollywood.

Every morning, Ricardo arrived at the magnificent mansion nestled among palm trees. The couple, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson, greeted him with warm smiles and kind words. They had grown fond of Ricardo's hard work and gentle nature.

Ricardo's routine was meticulous. He skimmed leaves from the crystal-clear waters, adjusted the pool chemicals, and meticulously cleaned the poolside furniture. As he worked, he listened to the whispers of Hollywood stories that had echoed through these halls for decades.

The Hendersons, once prominent figures in the film industry, would often share anecdotes of their glory days. Ricardo marveled at their tales of glamour and intrigue, transporting him to a world he could only dream of.

In return, Ricardo brought a slice of Brazilian joy to their lives. He introduced them to the vibrant flavors of his homeland, preparing feijoada and caipirinhas that brought smiles to their faces. Through their conversations and shared experiences, an unexpected bond formed—a connection that transcended age and background.

As the sun began to set, Ricardo finished his work for the day. He bid farewell to the Hendersons, their words of appreciation lingering in his ears. Their genuine gratitude made his heart soar.

The Brazilian pool boy had found a second family in the elderly couple in Hollywood. And amidst the glitz and glamour of the entertainment capital, Ricardo discovered that true connections were formed not by fame, but by the simple moments of kindness and shared humanity.

Why don't you offer to host the muscular poolboys convention the next time you see him?

OP is some frau in the Midwest who's trying her hand at M/M fiction for Dreamspinner Press.

[quote] I hired him because of his professionalism, and he fit my budget

You'll soon find out if he fits your hole as well.

We heard him laughing at your puny cocklet three towns over.

So in other words, you are bored today and have nothing better to do, is that about right OP?

yawn. I am underwhelmed..

"Yoo-hoo! You there! You may have noticed an extraordinary tip last week. Well, do not expect the same every time, for henceforth, I shall give you a gratuity on a annual basis. Now, about your working attire..."

OP.I loved it.

[quote]Ask him if the thong is really necessary.

Should I ask him to wear a speedo rather than a thong? I mean it would be in consideration for the neighbors and children.

[quote]And then the plumber and the pizza boy arrived …

That would make an exciting DL story. But it would be just a story...

[quote]Next time bring him a drink and ask him if he wants to go for a swim with you.

That's a thought. Keep ideas like this one coming!

[quote]Ricardo brought a slice of Brazilian joy to their lives. He introduced them to the vibrant flavors of his homeland, preparing feijoada and caipirinhas that brought smiles to their faces. Through their conversations and shared experiences, an unexpected bond formed—a connection that transcended age and background.

This would be a lovely outcome. Except there isn't a Missus and he isn't Latin.

[quote]How much extra are you paying him

I tipped him $50. His monthly contract service fee is $200. If I choose weekly service the price drops down to $150. Today's visit was an $85 fee

[quote]So in other words, you are bored today and have nothing better to do, is that about right OP?

I always have lots to do. Today, I was transfixed, fascinated, and entertained by the pool boy. It's not my most productive day but I thought it to be productive none the less.

I have ten poolboys, one for each house. I bought a Porsche for each one!

[quote] of which he was astonished by

Oh, dear!

I hired a pool boy for a summer. I went with a similar guy as OP did. Muscular and he liked liked to wear tight clothing. Of course, I was attracted to him. One day, he dropped something into the pool. He dived to retrieve it; I was shocked when he went into the pool with his tight white tee-shirt and jeans. I guess he figured he would dry off eventually.

The wet shirt clung to his shirt when he came out of the pool, revealing perfectly rounded nipples at the far corners of his chest. The jeans were gripping his crotch. I could see the outline of his cock clearly. I asked him if he'd like me to put his clothes in the dryer. Yes, I had ulterior motives. But he said no. He was still damp when he left.

For what it's worth, OP, I wish the world you created was real.

2/10

This would have received a higher score, but you started a sentence with "So."

R38 ... and so were you.

With my pool boys I find it best to just settle things up front: clean and service weekly, wearing a red Speedo, while I watch from a lounge chair. When he's finished we both go inside and I watch him shower. While his Speedo is drying he provides a very personal service for me before I service him. I never tip him, but I do give him very nice gifts at Christmas and his birthday. I've been through five pool boys and this system has proven highly satisfactory.

I like your organizational skills, r42. And I'll bet you give a mean blowjob.

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Some guys will work naked, maintaining pool, cleaning house, painting rooms, making food. It's not out of the question to hire someone like this.

I'd hire him when he's on summer break from college. Look at how many guys get naked and spread their pictures online. This way, they could make money being naked.

Next week find out if you can still fit his ample talent into your tight budget.

You had me at 'So...'

That guy is fucking ugly!

-Should I mention to him about his dress while cleaning my pool? Absolutely. Nice compliments on job-appropriate attire are always appreciated.

-What will my neighbors think if they are on their second or third floors and peer out their windows while looking into my yard? Honey, I'll give you second floor, and they'll say "You go girl!" You don't have any neighbors with occupied third floors.

-Would I be reading too much into this if I thought this might just be a bait technique by an "escort" to lure people into requesting "additional" and more "expensive" "services"? I'm sure he doesn't do this for just anyone. He wouldn't strip for Sam Cushing. But when he met you he KNEW you were special and whether or not he took out a calculator on the spot, he's pretty sure extra revenue is coming his way.

-Would it be too forward to offer him the use of my pool, in-house shower, etc. if he wanted and/or needed it? Not really IMO. But you might not need to offer. He might barge in. Either way, be sure to ask him if he wants coffee, maybe a double shot, or a cool, refreshing lemonade.

-Would I have to consistently pay him a generous tip? Well, money can't buy you class, but it sure can buy you ass.

“I never thought it would happen to me…”

3/10

I didn't read any of OP's tale. I just clicked on the picture, saw a grossly over roided guy with a cock presumably so puny, it has more than ample room in that teeny-tiny thong.

You left out the part where he strained his shoulder and asked you to massage it for him . . .

The whole story is true, and there’s even video to prove it.

[quote]But when he met you he KNEW you were special and whether or not he took out a calculator on the spot, he's pretty sure extra revenue is coming his way.

Well, he surely nailed that one correctly...

Just tell him that you love him and ask him to move in. Life is short.

Wow, R38. You must be a real gorgon if you can't get the poolboy to put his damp clothes in the dryer. I didn't think they were that discerning.

OP left out the part where his mother had a write the poolboy a check.

I have a pool, and my pool guy is an average looking Latino who barely speaks English. He works hard and he likes my dog. He's nice but is no way could be described as an erotic fantasy man like the character in OP's tale.

[quote]The wet shirt clung to his shirt when he came out of the pool, revealing perfectly rounded nipples at the far corners of his chest. The jeans were gripping his crotch. I could see the outline of his cock clearly. I asked him if he'd like me to put his clothes in the dryer. Yes, I had ulterior motives. But he said no. He was still damp when he left.

So were you, I bet. ;-)

[quote]I didn't read any of OP's tale. I just clicked on the picture, saw a grossly over roided guy with a cock presumably so puny, it has more than ample room in that teeny-tiny thong.

Picky, picky, picky...

OP your problem is not your fan fic about the pretend pool boy, it’s that you felt the need to open your post with “So,…”. I’m embarrassed for you.

Am I the only person in the world who has a fat, unattractive poolboy? (more like poolman, he's 40ish)

Seriously, am I the only one?

OP, he's looking for that tip money to keep flowing and/or an opportunity to provide other services. Your call...

OP’s pic has no dick.

So who cares.

And all that Jazz.

If this guy would jump into a pool like this, I would jump in after him, the hell with my shirt and tie.

[quote]Am I the only person in the world who has a fat, unattractive poolboy? (more like Poolman, he's 40ish)

Mmph... I wonder what that story is? I'm not judging anyone doing honest work. Good for them and bless them. But cleaning pools in your forties?

Anyway...

I've been thinking more about this incident. Thinking a lot actually... Maybe it's all innocent? I mean he is a Personal Trainer, and you work hard to get that type of body and just maybe all he wants to do is show it off and get a bit tanned. We have such hang-ups in this country about the human body and shape. I admit that I am EXCITED about this coming Wednesday!

This story could work if OP were a hot daddy type the pool boy wanted to be with instead of a prissy, short-fingered chub.

^ (sigh...) (SMH) LOL...

What does he think of your sweet little dog Mitzi?

OP, your pool boy is built like a shit brick house!

HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE!!!

A report later!

THIS. NEVER. HAPPENED.

This EST needed some sly and witty, sotto voce tells. Also, to work, we're supposed to kind of like the narrator and the thonged pool boy but I didn't feel anything.

I think that’s so hot. To be rich and have your own personal pool boy. I dream of being a young pool cleaner being seduced by some hot white daddy bear. Put me in bondage and gag me. I like it rough.

Why don't you live your dream? Do you look like this?

But after you do live your dream, please remember that a young stud like yourself can earn 10x as much, monthly as an Only Fans "creative". And no sunburn.

Great to see that you’re living your best life OP.

Two hours and no update. He’s either having sex or was drowned.

Probably bait an switch. The sexy guy shows up, gets the weekly contract, and then its tattoo'd ratchet chain-smoking poolboys ever after, for the routine service.

Be sure they check the drain at the bottom of the pool.

He should get rid of the chlorine on his body before he leaves.

Looks like he lives in Ohio. An Indian Hill pool man, perhaps.

You like, r55? I like!

The doorbell rang.

I just couldn't bring myself to open it. I was just too nervous. Just too afraid. The doorbell rang again, and I was paralyzed and unable to move. My breathing was heavy and quickening to a point where I thought I might hyperventilate. And then, it just clicked. I'm just insanely foolish and silly to be going on about all of this. There is nothing to this and I'm trying to make something out of nothing.

Finally, I was able to move and head over to open my front door, but by that time there was no one there. I was relieved because it gave me more time to settle and calm myself. Now, back upstairs and peering out of my bedroom window, I realized that I had missed pool-boy stripping out of his clothes. He was already hard at work and wearing a black thong. He looked much more muscular and defined than I had remembered him (and fantasized about) from last week. As I continued to stare and gaze, I was becoming calmer. I was becoming more confident too. So, I decided to follow the advice of R19. I would bring him a cold drink.

Taking a few breaths, I headed out to my backyard with two cold bottles of water. It was at that moment that I caught him. Yes, it was only milliseconds, but I definitely caught him. As I was heading towards him, I noticed his eyebrows raised a bit and a slight smirk on his face. Yep... it was milliseconds but I caught it. It was that satisfactory look of knowing that the bait had caught the fish.

I suppose he wanted to make sure that he had a slam dunk because as I approached him closer, (and of course he acted as if he was unaware), he turned with his back towards me and did a full bend from his waist and touching his toes. "That little minx", I thought feeling as though I was an Addison DeWitt. And then... then... as I was admiring him from behind, I quickly noted a white pineapple on the banding of his black thong. "Oh... a pineapple... Well, that pretty much answers something," I thought to myself further.

"Hey, I thought you might want something cold to drink," I said as I approached him and then he turning towards me acting startled. He just smiled accepting the bottles while thanking me. I was determined to retake control here after his "brief" demonstration of his flexibility. "So, are you getting ready for a competition, Instagram, or for your "Only Fans" page?" I asked slyly. This made him laugh and as he leered over to me, he asked what would or did I know about "Only Fans". He then went on to let me know that he was indeed creating images while he worked to upload them on his Instagram page as a means of hopefully attracting sponsors and personal training clients. He pointed over to his camera. After looking over to where he was pointing, I just smiled while shaking my head and began heading back into my house to let him finish his work. But he almost got me. Almost... As I was walking away, he said "Thanks, Daddy." I just waved with the back of my hand and kept walking. "Thanks, Daddy"? Hmm... had he said, "Thank you, Daddy", I might have stumbled a bit. But "Thanks, Daddy"?

Amateur...

I got this. Back in my bedroom with my dresser drawn open, I was trying to decide which to choose. Will it be Sukrew or the Blanc? Armani won't send the right message. CockSox would be too slutty and Andrew Christian too obvious. There are just so many choices! Hmm... Obso-yellow? That'll get the job done but I'm not feeling that confident yet. I think that the Blanc-white standard are enough to get the job done.

Maybe about 45 min. to an hour later my doorbell rings again. It's show time and I soooo got this...

I let him into the house, and I just started controlling everything without really letting him speak. I complimented him on his work and how pleased I was with the work done. I told him that I had decided that I would take him up on his weekly pool servicing contract but in addition to that I want to engage him and need him for his personal training services. I then unfastened my pants and let them drop to the floor. At the same time, I grabbed his hand and with my hand over his and brought to my abdomen and helped him gently squeeze that area. I told him that I needed his expertise in helping me rid the little fat in that area. It would be his knowledge of exercise and diet that would be beneficial and tighten that area quickly. While his hand dropped away, I was taking off my shirt and then turned around with my back to him and did a standard bodybuilding pose. I told him that this will be what he will be working with as I turned around to face him again with the standard bodybuilding pose. Through all of this... okay, I won't say that his eyes were bulging but, I'll say they were quite attentive. He was stammering something of which I don't remember except his saying yes, yes, and yes.

Anyway, I told him to email me the pool servicing contract, his personal training rate, schedule me for next week, have a great day, and led him to the door. OH! (As I made my way back into my house) I noticed that he forgot to collect his payment (or I forgot) for today's service. Let's see what happens...

About 10 minutes later I peeked out of my front window and his car was still in my driveway. It's too far but I could see him still in his car. I peeked out of my window about another 10 minutes later and he was still there. I let another 10 minutes pass by before a looked again and the car was gone. The wishful thinking in me imagined him either jerking off or feverishly thrusting a dildo in and out of his ass.

So far I haven't received any emails nor calls. Oh well, I'll just pay him next week. I think this just might be a very interesting and fun summer!

And then you woke up.

Don't judge him by the style of his low-cut black thong but rather by the content of his character and protrusion of his bulge.

I love pool boy stories and pool boy porn!

Too effusive and the sexy bits lack sparkling energy.

OP forgot to add what Mitzi made of the new boy

Oh OP another instalment of things that never happened outside of your fevered imagination. Bless.

So what happened next week??

Here you go, OP. His name is Jeff Kasser. Upon doing a discovery on the internet, you’ll find a few full-frontals, but not at the pool…