The Pool Boy's Message

The Pool Boy's Message Pt.10

I laid in bed listening to the ferocity of the storm raging outside. The images of our horror-laced antics fresh in my mind, but they were overshadowed by the words said to me by James when he dropped me off not half an hour earlier. They were unmistakable but were drowned out by a thunderclap. His lips conveyed the message, and I left without the response. His crestfallen face burned into me memory as a visceral last image as the lightning illuminated his face moments later. There was no doubting his sincerity, and, deep down, I felt the same but had trouble reciprocating my feelings.

"You home, okay?" I text.

No answer.

"Hope so, sleep well xx."

No answer.

Falling into a disturbing slumber, I was racked my guilt and kept checking my phone throughout the night. Alas, James remained silent.

Thursday was insufferable. Neither of us communicated and it took so much self-control not to call James as the guilt gnawed at my soul.

Eventually, late on Friday after I had drowned my sorrows at our local did James finally reply to my message.

"So, this is how it is?"

"I'm so sorry," I gushed, "It took me by surprise."

"we've been dancing around it for a while now," James replied.

"I know..."

"And?"

"You know I feel the same," I admitted.

"Then say the words," James demanded.

Once I admitted my feelings, the conversation softened to its usual cadence. We talked and flirted before James told me he had the house to himself on the weekend.

"James or Jane?" I asked, my drunken cock hardening beneath my pants.

"You choose," He replied, "But I want something from you."

"Name it?"

"I want to be stretched like I was at the last threesome."

"Using your mother's toys again?"

"Something like that."

"Yeah, we can do that," I grinned to myself, hoping no one at the pub noticed my glee, or my hardening bulge.

"Anything further with your sister?" I asked, reluctantly changing the subject.

"Not yet," James replied, "I'm worried though."

"About what?"

"About being outed."

"You're ashamed about being gay?" I asked.

"No, I would prefer to let people know on my own terms," He replied.

"Fair enough."

"Plus, I get a kick out of this secret life that I'm living," James said, "Like a superhero, LOL."

James was a massive Marvel and DC fan, huge nerd and all-round chipper guy. He was also my lover, and I did not take kindly to his sister potentially blackmailing him. She, whom I had only seen in family photos, was smoking hot, appeared to be working an angle and that perplexed me.

"If she tries anything again, give her my number," I suggested, "Perhaps, we can work something out?"

"I don't think you should get involved," James stammered, "I'll deal with it."

"Worst case scenario is that your outed as a cross-dresser who experiments with your mother's toys and lingerie," I said, "It might seem strange, but it's not that uncommon."

"I know, but it's just embarrassing!"

"Keep low," I reassured James, "And, we'll see what happens."

"I will," James replied, "So, we good for tomorrow afternoon?"

"Can't wait," I tapped, "See you then."

The usual practice was for me to the park the car on an adjacent street while quickly and discretely walking the short distance up the tree-lined street to James' house. The door was unlocked and I snook inside before locking the door behind me.

I was greeted in the kitchen and handed a beer. After clinking and taking a swig, we hugged and kissed lovingly. James was clean shaven, his dirty long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, his eyes sparkled, and his youthful good looks made my heart race.

"Did you pick out a toy?" I asked.

James blushed before disclosing that since his sister's messages, he was too scared to venture into his parents' bedroom.

"Not to worry," I smiled, "I'm sure we can improvise."

"Can we get started?" James seemed impatient, "I'm really fucking horny."

"Lead the way."

James led me to the guest room where we played multiple times before. After placing our beers on the table, we embraced and kissed slowly at first until the passion rose inexorably. I undressed him and then he did the same to me. James was rock hard as we fell onto the bed naked.

We continued kissing for what seemed like an age, before he begged me to prepare his arse for a fucking. Laying back on the doona, James pulled his legs back and began stroking his unusually engorged cock while I tongued his dirty hole.

"Oh, finger please!" He begged.

Reaching into my bag, I retrieved a new bottle of silicone lubricant designed specifically for anal penetration. I grabbed a towel from the ensuite bathroom and placed it underneath James to protect the bedding.

Kneeling in front on him, I snapped the lip open and coated my hand liberally and dribbled a few drops of James' shiny pucker before gingerly inserting a finger.

James let out a cry of approval as my digit entered his netherworld. His eyes were closed, lost in pleasure as he gently massaged his impressive pole.

A second finger entered as James seemed unusually relaxed, his breathing rhythmic as I fingered his hole. An unspoken command willed me to enter a third digit without any resistance. More lubricant was needed so I squeezed a generous dollop on my hand and used the other to smear the slime over my knuckles to the wrist and slightly beyond.

"How's that feel?" I asked.

"So, fucking good," James whispered, his cock eye leaking copious pre-come.

"You want to try a fourth finger?"

"Go for it."

It was a tight fit initially, but soon James' O-ring expanded enough to accept this massive intrusion. I added a generous amount of lube and soon I was up to the knuckle ridge.

While continuing to gently pump his shaft, James ran his fingers through my hair, lost in ecstasy but encouraging my exploration. At this point, I decided to shoot for the stars given I was so close.

Without saying anything, I tucked my thumb underneath my fingers and pushed for acceptance. The additional lube certainly helped, and I felt James' bung yield reluctantly. The sensation of the fleshy muscle openening up as I worked my fist inside was sublime.

Twisting and turning my wrist, I worked my hand inside James' arse. He purred contentedly, occasionally running his fingers over my hand working additional lube across his overworked hole. The flesh inside felt ridged as my greasy knuckles rasped over the skin.

Then pop, his starfish swallowed by hand up to the wrist. James let out an audible gasp and we both exclaimed loudly at what had just happened. I temporarily ceased my action to allow James to adjust to this enormous foreign intrusion. There was not a lot of space back there and I doubted there was any room to expand my fingers. The heat was incredible, like my hand was in an oven.

"Fuck me," James pleaded.

Simultaneously, he began pumping his shaft with greater vigour than earlier. His eyes were tightly closed, his chest heaving, and James mumbled nonsensical words between moans. breathing intensified and I knew he was on the verge of coming.

"You want me to suck your cock?"

"No," James' voice strained, "Let me come in your mouth, please?"

"More than happy with that!" I grinned.

"Don't stop fucking me!" He pleaded as I position my wide-open maw over his cock head and tickled the dripping tip with the point of my tongue while cupping his rapidly disappearing ball sack.

"Here it comes!"

James unleashed a torrent of hot sperm directly into the back of my throat. I swallowed his salty seed easily, but several stray shots hit my face and others landed on his taut stomach. The young man thrashed and jerked violently as his cock twitched and his anus gripped my wrist like a vice.

When James was done, he collapsed on the bed limp, moaning repeatedly but saying nothing. When he removed his hand, I took his rapidly deflating pole directly in my mouth and nuzzled the flesh. After releasing James' cock, I sucked up the sperm on his tummy and directed the shots on my face into my mouth.

After licking James clean, I slowly withdrew my hand from his arsehole. I told him to spread his cheeks and was stunned at massive gaping hole. Reaching into the pocket of my jeans, I grabbed my phone and took a picture before showing it to a disbelieving James.

"That's the gape of a porn star!" I chuckled.

"Fuck, is that even possible?" James marveled before running a finger around the circumference of the gaping chasm.

Discarding the phone, I pounced on James like a cat, kissing him wildly and letting the remnants of his seed spill into James' mouth.

"What do you want?" He asked, breathlessly.

"Make me come," I begged, "Any way you want."

"As this won't be the last time you orgasm this weekend, I want to suck you off," James grinned.

"By all means."

I rolled over onto my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, James knelt between my legs and took my quivering spear between his lips. For the next fifteen minutes or so, he expertly edge towards a massive climax, ensuring my balls, taint and arsehole received plenty of tongue action.

"Oh, shit!" I hissed, when I could take no more teasing, "I'm coming!"

Locking a stare with my lover, he used the tip of his tongue on the base of my cock head to draw the orgasm from my balls. Moments later, his whole face and hair were plastered with hot, sticky ropes of jism.

My body jerked viciously but James placed a firm hand across my abdomen and held me in place as shocks of pleasure electricity passed through my body and brain.

"Mm, that looked good," James smiled as rivers of come dribbled down his face.

"Something else for sure," I sighed, feeling unusually spent.

"For both of us!"

I cleaned James' face, and we snowballed my orgasm before swallowing an equal amount and kissing sensually. Collapsing on the bed, we napped for nearly an hour, I held James close as we spooned.

Upon wakening, James was rubbing my cock, willing it back to life. I did not need too much coaxing and was soon at full strength.

"What do you want to do with that?" I asked.

"Stick it in my arse, of course!"

James directed my rejuvenated meat to his still greasy rosette and pushed his weight against it. My cock entered easily but the fit remained tight. We rocked together gently in the side saddle position before switching to missionary. His cock was rock hard again and I worked his dirt canal.

"Can I ride you?" James asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Sure," I smiled.

We switched positions and James grabbed the base of my cock and directed the length deep inside his hole. As he bounced up and down, he took his straining pole in his hand and worked the shaft.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, suddenly aware of a new sensation.

"Milking your cock," James giggled, "Do you like it?"

"It's going to make me come, rather soonish!"

"That's the plan."

The plan was that James began constricting his O-ring at the base of my cock as he rode me. The feeling was unique, and I felt helpless to resist. With the loss of self-control, I quickly flooded James' dirt locker with another load. My orgasm felt different and lasted longer.

"Stay inside me," James begged as he pumped his shaft, blowing a huge load over my face and chest.

James collapsed onto me; my deflating dick still nominally wedge in his arse. Our chests heaved against each other's and sweat stung our brows.

"Did you like that?" James whispered into my ear.

"You can wake me up like that anytime!"

James rolled off me and we lay together in silence.

"Shit, I'm leaking!" James leapt from the bed and raced for the ensuite.

I followed in due time and saw James perched on the toilet. He bade to look at my expelled load floating in the water below.

"Wow, I thought my first orgasm was impressive," I chuckled.

"You want some golden action?"

"Hell, yes."

After showering and rinsing the sin from our bodies, we dried and dressed.

"I have a naughty thought," I said with a creeping grin, "Why don't we snoop your sister's room, discretely of course."

The blood drained from James' face, horrified of such a suggestion.

"We can't..."

"Yes, we can," I said, "She somehow got the dirt on you, perhaps we can even the score?"

"I don't know," James stammered, "Feels kind of weird."

"Of course, it's weird," I agreed, "But, if she's blackmailing you, perhaps she has dirt?"

"Discrete, yeah?"

"Yeah, like CSI."

We took several shots of James' dad's expensive scotch before working up the courage to enter the sister's room, and I was alert to any obvious traps. With deep breaths, James turned the bedroom door handle and in we walked, hearts pounding, unsure as to what we might find.