Poolboy

My name is Logan and I am a 20 years old gay man. I live by myself in a small apartment, but close enough to my parent’s place. I work at a nearby airport and make enough to live by myself, which I am glad about. I am not so tall but not so short, at 1”74, with a medium build, dark brown eyes and black hair.

The poolboy always seemed to be very sweet and nice to me. He is 18 years old so he is of course a bit more innocent than I am, and he works at the local community pool. I think his parents own the place. It is usually very quiet and not frequented by a lot of people, but he goes to work there every day to make sure everything is okay. We have talked maybe two or three times.

His name is Paul. He is a thin boy, with dirty blonde short hair and a cute, shy smile. His dark blue eyes are striking and he always seems to wear little, tight swimsuits. I admit that made me horny beyond words. I was never really sure if he was gay or what, because he is pretty young and probably shy about his mannerisms, so I never tried anything so he would not feel scared or pressured. I know how that is.

Paul and I, like I mentioned already, had only talked a few times, but we looked at each other a lot whenever I went to the pool. I definitely thought he had a thing for me, so I had to find a way to talk to him. One lucky day, when the pool was almost empty except for a family of 5 that was playing in the pool, I decided to talk to him. I admit I was quite scared, but that was odd given I have hit on older guys before.

It was very awkward. I just asked him about the weather, and he was terribly shy about it. I think he felt watched or naked before me when I approached him to talk and he was wearing just a speedo. I just stood around him for a bit, asking a few loose questions about the weather and the pool, but he was not very talkative. When things got too awkward, I decided to leave. I deemed my efforts as a failure.

A few weeks after that, it was Paul who talked to me. He caught me off guard while having a hot dog, and I was a bit shocked he talked to me. We basically just talked about food for a while, then he went back to do his pool duties. He was much more relaxed that day and would smile a lot, his smile was really pretty to me.

The following weeks we kept talking like that, just for a few minutes until things got awkward. I started to notice his interest in me, which seemed to grow with time, so naturally we began to feel more relaxed about each other’s presence. However, whenever his parents were around, he was distant from me and we did not really talk much outside of business matters about the pool, since it was his job.

After a few more weeks, I decided to ask him his phone number to plan a date in the future. The moment I asked him his number, he looked at me funny with a shy smile, and tried to change the topic but failed miserably. Ultimately, he gave me his number and we began texting back and forth. He was free on Saturdays, so I asked him to go on a date to the donut place.

And he agreed! He was very relaxed about it and it made me feel happy. When the day of the date came, we met in front of the donut place and then went in. Away from familiar eyes, Paul was much more confident and smiled more, and also let his curiosity slip out. He asked me questions about myself, my job, and eventually my sexuality. I quickly told him I was gay, and he seemed a bit intimidated.

Then, I decided to be nosy and asked him about his sexuality. He did tell, albeit whispering, that he was gay but that I should keep it a secret from everybody. Of course, I would not tell anybody. I had found out his insecurities about his sexuality vanished as soon as he was out of familiar territory, so I had to keep that up to have him be comfortable around me.

We talked mostly through text, but our conversations at the pool started to get better and longer. He started to tell me about himself, his family and other things. I was glad he was opening up. Later on, he asked me on a date to have dinner together. I was surprised he would but this was definitely a positive signal. I think he had the night planned beforehand, because things seemed to happen as he wished them to.

We went to a burger shack place he liked, and I let him order for me whatever he thought I would like. He was very sweet and flirty through the entire date, and I felt flustered whenever he would hit on me. He also looked very cute eating; I started to think I was really falling for this boy. And maybe he was falling for me too?

After our date, I was ready to part ways when he asked me if he could come to my house with me since his parents were not in the city and he did not want to be alone at home for the night. I agreed for him to come, even if I knew something out of line would happen. Certainly, I wanted it to happen.

We walked into my house and I told him he could take his jacket off, which he did. I did the same and we sat down on the couch next to each other to tune into a movie. I went to the kitchen and got some iced tea, then we drank it as we watched the movie. He was starting to get cuddly, putting his head on my shoulder as the movie went on. I felt a bit shy but I let him do whatever he wanted.

After the movie was over, and the room was only lit by the light of the buildings shining outside from the window, we looked into each other’s eyes and then kissed, it was a slow and shy kiss that actually felt very good. After kissing, we stared into each other’s eyes and he kissed me again, laying me down on the couch as he continued to kiss me.

Suddenly, I felt something on my crotch, and it was his hand grabbing me there. I was already hard from kissing and I think he wanted to see that. No longer the same shy kid from the pool, he proceed to unzip my jeans and massage my hard cock that was under my boxers. With his expression full of awe, I let him do as he pleased and discover my body like he wanted.

He took my penis out of my underwear and grasped it firmly, then began to stroke it gently. “Do you like this?” He asked me in a seductive tone I had never hear come out of his mouth before. “Do as you wish” I said back, in a seductive voice as well, and he proceed to swallow my dick whole, as if he had been doing this for ages.

“Damn, you are good at this” I said, holding my moaning in as he continued to suck me. “Undress” I said, and he began to undress without hesitation, exposing his dick before me. It was bigger than I had imagined. We began a 69 on my couch, and I could barely fit his dick on my mouth. I did my best to swallow and suck it, eventually getting the young boy to come into my mouth. He came a big load.

He got me to come inside of his mouth as well, and swallowed it. He continued sucking even after I came, which felt very good. After that we went to my bedroom and laid on bed, kissing, then we fell asleep cuddling naked. It has been a while since I last did this with any guy.

Our relationship is moving forward slowly, and even if I do not know yet if we will be something official, it seems like things are going well. Of course, there is always to consider that he is closeted.