New Business
My uncle Silas had been employed in numerous occupations during his working years and the job he took on before retiring was doing swimming pool maintenance. This mainly involved cleaning out leaves, grass and dirt from private swimming pools and testing water for chlorine levels and adding chemicals to restore the water to acceptable levels to discourage algae and other contaminants from affecting the water.
I was between jobs after I graduated from High school and Uncle Silas suggested I might like to come on his rounds and help him with loading and unloading the tools and chemicals from his van. He would be happy to show me the ropes and maybe I could earn some extra pocket money for myself during the holidays.
I took him up on his offer and was very appreciative of his help. He told me of the generosity some people display offering him treats of cookies and drinks etc.
'There are all kinds of people in any domestic jobs you get involved in and all you need to do is be sure you do a thorough job and leave the place at least as clean and tidy is it was when you get there.' he told me. 'Where possible, try and add something personal to your client's side of the agreement.'
A year later when he finally retired, I was eighteen, and ready to handle most jobs on my own. Uncle Silas was more than willing to help me solve any unusual problems.
'Call me any time Young Jimmy,' he said. 'I'm here to help.'
During the summer of the first year I was building up the business and doing pool maintenance on my own. I usually called the client to either check if anyone would be home to let me in or tell me where to get a key to open the back gate.
One owner, Mr Bentley, told me to go straight through the front door if it was open or get the key from his hiding place, behind one of the pot plants along the front of the house.
It was a hot day that afternoon. I called and the front door was locked so I retrieved the key and let myself in, then opened the back gate and carried the tools and chemicals from the van to the swimming pool. I removed my shirt and began netting some leaves out of the pool.
When it was clean Mr Bentley appeared at the back door and said, 'I'm having a paddle when you're finished Jimmy. How is it going?'
'The levels are absolutely correct so any time you like Mr Bentley.'
Mrs Bentley was doing some sort of charity work and the younger of their two grown up daughters was a teacher. Her older sister was a Veterinary Nurse and married and living interstate, getting ready to start a family.
When I had taken my tools back out to the van, I returned to sweep up the leaves from around the pool and Mr Bentley was swimming laps of his pool. He walked up the steps leading out of the pool and I was shocked to see he was naked.
He seemed young to be almost a grandfather and didn't look like he was carrying any excess weight.
I was shocked to see a client nude. I figured he was in his own private property, but I still felt self-conscious. I'm not sure why that is because I'm wearing clothes. If anyone is self conscious it should be Mr Bentley, but he seemed to be completely at ease without his clothes on. He must swim naked often so for him, it would be the customary thing to do.
'Feel free to have a swim if you like Jimmy,' he said.
If anything, I thought he was fairly slim, but with powerful legs and upper arms and shoulders. Naturally I couldn't help looking at his cock. It hung down about 4 inches with the large circumcised head.
He had two large beach towels lying on his lawn and occupied one of them, lying on his stomach in the warm afternoon sun.
I said, 'Thanks for the offer Mr Bentley, but I don't have my swimmers with me.'
'Just take your clothes off and have a splash around. You can dry yourself when you finish,' he said with a friendly smile.
I had never been naked with a man outside in the open air before. But Mr Bentley was lying on his stomach not even looking at me at that moment. It seemed he was suggesting it as if it was the most natural thing to do. I felt if I just did what he suggested as if it was in no way unusual, it would seem natural to him because that's what he does.
I felt as if I was stepping into a foreign state of social interaction as I removed my shorts, dropped them by the pool with my shirt and jumped in the pool. After a few laps of the pool, I swam to the edge of the pool.
I looked at the vacant towel next to him and asked, 'Is that for me to use Mr Bentley?'
'Yes Jimmy. It's a hot sun. come and let me apply some sun protection on you.'
I stood at the edge of the pool wondering what to do next. I was petrified at the thought of stepping out of the pool in his full view. I felt that he was getting far too familiar expecting me to not only lie next to him with no clothes on, but he wanted to touch me as well. Once again I rationalized that it seemed to be natural to him to take these liberties with me, and for me to object would sound like rejection of a purely friendly gesture
I was unsure what to do, so I said, 'Thanks Mr Bentley. I'll be there in a minute.'
I was putting off stepping out of the pool in his full view. My anxiety was making my heart race. To make it even worse, I was beginning to become aroused and my treacherous cock was growing alarmingly. I decided to wait in the pool until Mr Bentley wasn't looking or until my cock shriveled up again.
I swam two more laps and the swirling water only hardened my erection even further. I knew I had to leave the pool, so I quietly walked up the steps and quickly took my place no my stomach on the towel beside Mr Bentley while his eyes were closed
The sun was beginning to disappear behind the leaves of the tall fern tree growing next door and throwing shadows on the towels. We would soon be in the shade.
