P-201 Pool Boy

(a lot of fisting… good god at the fisting)

EXCERPT

“Give me all your ass, kid,” he said, pounding me.

“Is your cock all mine?” I asked.

“You’re going to get that cock at night, and in the morning,” he said. “You’ll get that cock so much you’ll feel your ass feels funny when it’s not in your hole, although you may have to put out, too, for some of the clients.”

“You mean they’ll want to fuck me?” I asked.

“When they see that hot ass, they’ll hafta get in it, he said. “Nobody could look at that ass and not hafta get in it.”

“What if I wear a bathing suit?” I asked.

“That ass of yours will show through,” he said, “and besides, at a lot of the pools, you won’t need to wear a suit I’ll train you to be a real good pool boy. You’ll pass all the tests.”

“I thought there was just one test,” I said. “I thought I’d passed the test.”

“Are you kidding?” he said. You’re getting through this first test real good, but that’s just a warm-up.”

“Whaddya mean?” I asked.

“I’ve got some pretty groovey clients,” he said. “You want to keep the clients happy, don’t you?”

“I want to make you happy, Rick,” I said.

“Then just keep opening and closing that hole of yours,” he said, “because you’re making me cock start to feel like it wants to drop a load in your hot ass, and after you’ve made my cock happy for awhile, we’ll take you around and you’ll make some of the clients feel happy all over.”