Ever wonder what happens when the pool boy is at the house doing his job, and he doesn't think you're around? I hired this black guy to clean mine, and I sure became curious about the time it took him. Glad I don't pay him by the hour, I actually thought that he was probably bringing some of his friends over for a pool party. That's not really a problem for me; I just wanted to be asked, I guess.

Well anyway, knowing that Ricky was coming to take care of the pool today, I decided I would work from home instead of the office. Ricky showed up at 9 AM and immediately began cleaning the pool. I was sitting there watching this guy from my window, and he is working like a mad man, which only made me more sure that I would soon see his friends showing up for the weekly pool party. Within about 2 hours he was done, the pool cleaned and vacuumed, chemicals put in, and all of the equipment put away. With his work done, I expected it would be time to call his buddies and get the party going. What was about to happen was the farthest thing from what I had envisioned, but I was so glad I had stayed home to watch. I guess I should explain that when a gay guy hires the guy to take care of the pool, there are a few qualifications that usually get you the job, at least in my case. I don't really care how methodical he is about his work, sure I want the pool clean, but, shit, anybody can run a net and vacuum through the pool. What the guy really needs is good looks, loves to walk around with very little on, and have a nice package so that on the rare occasions I am around when he is cleaning the pool I have some nice eye candy to look at. Being gay is a plus because, well then, money talks and any young gay guy will have sex with anyone if the price is right. Just the nature of the beast, I guess, and certainly I would not want to change that at all.

Ricky fit all the qualifications. He was a hot Black and Latino stud and no matter whether he was in shorts or a pair of Speedo's, it was very easy to tell that he was hung. He had a tight, fit body, and he just looked luscious when he was wet. Nothing better than seeing a black guy all wet in the sun. Their skin shines and shows them off so well it just makes my knees quiver. Anyway I am rambling, which I do a lot of when I am talking about hot guys that I lust over.

Back to what I was witnessing happen around my pool area, and the whole reason for staying home. As I said Ricky finished the pool cleaning, had put all his stuff away and he was acting sort of funny. He seemed to have a plan but was not sure if he wanted to follow through. Walking to the covered portion of the pool area, he leans back against one of the columns, and from where I am sitting, I can see him clearly. His hands start sliding over his hard body and he pushes the front of his shorts down a little, giving me a perfect view of his bush. God damn, this guy is hot, and he has no idea that he is being watched as he starts turning himself on. I'm telling you this is the sexiest thing I have seen in a long time, I mean he is seducing himself with his touch. Through the open window I can hear him start moaning softly as his hands go further into his shorts. His heat is incredible, and from my vantage point, I can see his cock getting stiff and his nipples responding to his tweaks and twisting.

In no time he had himself worked to a frenzy, and his body is showing all the signs of the lust and desire he has created for himself. He pulls down his shorts to free his cock, and for the first time I get to see his full raging hard on. His cock is huge and thick, but gorgeous. In my time I have seen a lot of cocks, and this one is just perfect. I will also tell you that I have never been so hot and in need of a cock in my life as I was watching Ricky please himself by my pool. The more he worked that massive piece of black cock meat, the hotter he was getting until, finally, he was laying on the cement around the pool. His hips were rising and falling as he stroked himself off. The show was just fucking incredible, and just when I thought I had seen all of his heat, he turned over, getting on his hands and knees. He would stroke his cock for a while and then slide his hand back behind his balls to his waiting ass. He would push his finger into himself and I could hear him groan louder. I did not know how much longer Ricky could hold out, but I knew I had to have sex with him. I could not bear to watch him finish himself off all alone. It looked as though he was doing okay and certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, but damn, I was so in need of that big cock now that I just could not let this opportunity go.

I stored my throbbing cock back in my shorts, came downstairs and quietly entered the pool area so as not to startle him. My plan was to wait until he was on his hands and knees again, and then I could come up behind him and just start playing with him. Figuring his hormones had him completely out of control, he would welcome the extra assistance and would not freak too much at the extra hands helping him get off. All went according to my plan with the exception of the sun and the shadow that I was casting over him as I approached. He became aware of my presence sooner than I had hoped, but luckily remained calm, too calm, actually, for having just been caught whacking off by my pool. He looked back, smiled and stated rather directly, "Took you long enough! All this teasing was killing me. I was beginning to think that you were never going to come down here." I could feel my face turn beet red, but he smiled and assured me that it had turned him on knowing that I was watching him. He rolled over onto his back again, spread his legs wide open and held his raging hard on straight up in the air as if he was offering it up to me. Believe me, I did not need a second invitation.

I started slowly licking around the glistening head of his young cock, teasing the under side of his head which would cause him to raise his hips into the air. Capitalizing on the movements of his hips, I slid my hand under him so that when he let his body down my finger slid into him and the groan that escaped his mouth showed all the signs that it would not be long now before he came. I asked him to hold off for as long as he could so that I could really enjoy pleasing him, and slowed my sucking motions down to allow him to get control, though it really did not seem to matter. "Don't worry dude, I can cum 5 or 6 times in a row so we have all day for you to drain my balls, and I hope you will let me drain yours too," he said. I could taste his pre cum running freely now, it was sweet and, God, I could not wait to taste his load of cum. I expected it to be huge, considering how long he had been working himself up to cumming before I got there. I toyed with him, slowing down my sucking and removing my mouth from him every time I sensed he was getting close.

I moved up and started running my tongue over his hard nipples, nibbling on them and kissing his chest and neck. When I nibbled on his ears and neck, he would groan and his hips would rise. Nibbling on his nipples would make him writhe on the cement like he was getting off, and at one point he begged me to let him cum. I pushed up his arms above his head and licked his armpits and just the touch of my tongue there had him moaning and groaning, begging me to stop or finish him off. He was so out of control now that no matter where I touched him his breathing increased and his moans became louder. I slid my tongue down from his armpit to his nipple again, teasing him with licks and nibbles before I continued following his trail of light hair down his stomach. I ran my tongue around his navel. He grabbed my head trying to push me to his cock. "Fuck man, stop teasing me please. I need you to make me cum. I am so fucking hot, dude, I am going insane with every touch of your hot tongue on me." I ignored his pleas and went by his cock, running my tongue on his inner thighs as I pushed his legs up toward his chest. Running my tongue back up his thighs, I gently bit at his legs, and he squirmed in pleasure, grabbing at my head and trying to pull it back to his cock again. I just kept moving my tongue over his legs and then to his huge cum filled balls. His gasp as my tongue touched his nut sack showed me that he was not used to the attention I was giving him, and I knew that what I was about to do next would most likely send him over the top, driving him completely crazy with lust.

Pushing back a little harder on his legs and with no warning that my tongue was going to leave his nuts, I went directly to his twitching asshole. His reaction was incredible. He screamed out in ecstasy, "Oh fuck, man, no, man, I can't take it any more. Fuck dude, let me get off. Man, please, man, fucking get me off, damn I need, ... oh fuck, shit, oh fucking A, please dude, suck my cock. I am going to cum, man. Suck my fucking cum from my cock, dude. "I knew he could not control it anymore, and moved my mouth to his throbbing and twitching cock. I slid his cock deep into my mouth and felt him slam forward and hold his body rigid, keeping his cock lodged deep into my throat.

I could feel his body spasm and his grunts became so guttural they sounded like growls. With one final escape of air, he screamed a bunch of words that made no sense, and dumped blast after blast of cum into my waiting throat until finally his body relaxed and collapsed to the cement. I moved up, kissing him and letting him explore my mouth with his tongue, letting him share the remaining pools of his cum still in my mouth. Spent, he lay there while I laid with him, my head resting on his heaving chest, and just waiting for him to be ready to go again.

To say the least, I was very glad I had not gone to work that day, and, honestly, never went into the office again on Tuesdays so that I could make sure that the pool boy did all of his jobs just as I expected them to be done. Though I have attempted to get him to move in, he tells me that will just ruin things, and that the sex will not be as good. So we are just a once a week affair. I might want more, but I am no dummy. I know it's better to have him all to myself once a week than not to have him at all.