by Tony
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My parents are sort of rich and my friends and I always enjoy swimming in our pool on the hottest days of summer. Not only is it relaxing, but I get to see my friend's feet. See my three friends; Corey, Sean and Tommy, are all straight and have the sexiest feet I think I've seen in awhile. Since I'm gay (and have a fetish for the male foot) I get to enjoy them close up and personal. The cool water helps to maintain any "excitement" that may come "UP" as it were, but not always.
They don't know I'm gay, so I have to be cool around them. However, there is ONE guy that I'm not sure about and that's our "pool boy". His name is Zack and he cleans our pool three times a week. He's a few years older than I am and he's incredibly sexy. He's about 6' 1" and has a nice hairy chest and hairy muscular legs. He has wavy black hair and brown eyes ... and I swear, his feet must be a size 12 or 13. They're fantastic. Sometimes I'll go out and offer him lemonade or a beer or something and he always smiles and becomes chatty with me. I think he's gay (or maybe its just wishful thinking), but even if he isn't gay I love being around him. He's so hot.
Sometimes he'll clean the pool with deck shoes on, but mostly he does it barefoot! God, I stare at his feet all the time. He's caught me a couple of times I think, but I'm at the point where I don't care if he catches me or not. He's coming by this morning to clean the pool and since my parents are at work and I don't have classes today (Spring break? you know), I think I'll become a bit bolder and try to figure him out.
The doorbell rings at 10:00am on the dot. I answer the door and it's Zack, "Hey Kevin. Time to clean the pool again. You doin' okay?"
"Yeah great. Come on in". I usher him through the house and out the back patio doors to the pool. He immediately begins getting the cleaning equipment assembled and starts cleaning. My stomach is doing flip flops just watching him, but damn it, I want to ask him flat out, "Are you gay?" But I sit there on the patio and just watch him.
He's only been cleaning for about ten minutes and he's already dripping with sweat. Off comes the tank top and the sandals. He kicks them to the corner and resumes his cleaning. God he looks good! "Would you like a drink or something?" I ask.
"Yeah, that'd be great. You always take care of me Kevin. Thanks."
I rush inside and pour him some iced tea. I rush back outside and find him stripped down to his underwear. My GOD!
"Here's your tea. Hot out here, huh?" I ask.
"Man, yeah. I'm roasting today. I can't believe how hot it is this early in the morning. Your dad has said before that I could take a quick dip if I ever wanted too, so I might. It's so damn hot. Is that okay?" He smiled.
"Sure yeah. Anytime you want to. I may have to get in myself. It's like an oven out here."
"I'll be done in about 25 more minutes. I wore my swimsuit today. A few other places where I clean I have invitations to swim if I like--But it's so hot, I may take a quick dip here first."
Swimsuit?? Of course, he was wearing a white Speedo. I thought it was underwear! And he looked damn good in 'em too. He finished the tea and I returned the glass to the kitchen sink. We talked some more and, as he began the finishing touches, I ran upstairs and quickly changed into my own swimsuit. I then bolted back downstairs and ran out to the pool. Zack was just disassembling the cleaning equipment. He placed the equipment carefully back into the pool house.
He looked at me and smiled. "Last one in is a loser!" he yelled. He winked at me and ran for the pool. I was quickly on his heels and followed him to the pool's edge. We both jumped at the same time and hit the water with a huge splash. The water was incredible. It felt so good. Shit! I couldn't believe that I was actually swimming with Zack!
"God this feels good," He said.
"It does doesn't it?"
He smiled and dived beneath the water. He reappeared at the steps in the shallow end of the pool. He sat back on the bottom step and ran his hands through his wet hair. He stretched out, his toes breaking the surface of the water, and closed his eyes. I swam underwater and came up beside him. His eyes were still closed but he smiled. "So, how many pools do you clean in one day?" I said, making small talk.
"I do seven houses each week. I do yours and the Thomlinson's three times a week, and I do the others twice a week. I alternate days. I do yours, the Thomlinson's, the Baity's and the Harris' on Monday, Wednesday & Friday. I do the other 3 on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"Your girlfriend must be jealous ... you working during the day AND getting a tan to boot?"
"I don't have a girlfriend," He smiled, still continuing to soak up the feeling of the relaxing water lapping against his body with his eyes still closed.
"Oh." Was all I could muster.
"Kevin, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." I said.
"Why do you always watch me when I clean the pool ... and why do you always bring me drinks and stuff. Your parents are like filthy rich. Don't you have better things to do?"
I had no idea how to answer. "Well, I just enjoy your company and it's always hot out, so I just thought you might like something cold to drink sometimes is all. I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable."
"You're not making me uncomfortable. I really do enjoy the drinks. And the company too, for that matter. As a matter of fact, you're the only folks that actually give me anything to drink at all, out of all the places where I clean pools. I just can't figure you out. Like ... why are you sitting so close to me?"
"I'm not that close!" I immediately moved away so that I wasn't quite so close after all. He grabbed my arm and held me fast. "Kevin, look. I know you think I don't understand, but I do. You're kinda obvious."
"Understand what? What are you talking about?"
He opened his eyes and released my arm. He turned and looked at me. "Kevin, I think you have some kind of crush on me or something. You're always watching me and you're too nice to me. No straight guy would ever be as considerate or as caring as you. Especially about the fucking pool boy. You and I both know that you're dad is like the most powerful person in this town, and I don't think he'd take kindly to his son and the pool boy being quite so intimate."
"You mean you are gay?" I questioned.
"Yes. Kevin, I'm gay, but this simply won't work."
I lost all control of what I was thinking and did the most irrational thing I've ever done. I grabbed him and I kissed him. Hard on the lips. "Zack, I don't care what my dad thinks. I can't believe I've been thinking about you all this time and you were gay the whole time."
He pulled away and walked up the steps. "Kevin, how old are you?"
"Twenty". I said.
"I'm Twenty-four. We lead different lives. You're rich. I'm not."
"Fuck rich or poor! I like you. Hell, I think I love you."
He smiled and stared at me. "You don't love me. You're just infatuated."
"Please, Zack. I won't tell anyone. Just don't leave. Please stay."
"I've got another pool to clean down the road. I have to be there in an hour and a half. I still have to get lunch. This is not something we should even be talking about."
I reached up and grabbed his thigh. I smiled and gave him a pouty look. I could tell by the bulge in his Speedo that he was at least excited. He grinned and walked back down the steps. He stood right over me and said, "And another thing; why are you always looking at my feet? I know they're big, I can't help that. You look at them like I'm a freak or something."
"No no, not at all. You see, I have this 'thing' for guy's feet and yours really turn me on. I stare at them because I like them ... a lot!"
"Ummmm okay. That's different. I've never had a guy interested in my feet before ... say, what's that?" he smiled as he pointed with his foot at the rise in my crotch.
"That's a little something I have no control over right now, unfortunately."
He laughed out loud and stepped over me. He turned so that he was standing on the last step in the pool and facing me. He placed his foot squarely on my crotch and smiled. "Look, two things we need to get straight if this is going to go anywhere."
I sat patiently and listened.
"One: we never do anything at your house if your parents are home. And when they are here, no looks. No funny nicknames. No smirks or giggling. Nothing. Your dad would fucking kill me if he knew I was porking his son. And two: if what we're doing right now leads up to what I think it's going to, you'll need to make me a sandwich or something cause I'm not gonna have time to make it to the Thomlinson's on time and still grab lunch."
He smiled and applied more pressure to my cock. He bent down and kissed me. He then quickly dived into the water and swam over to the side of the pool. Boosting himself up out of the water, he sat on the edge of the pool. I followed and came up between his legs.
"Okay, little rich boy. You like feet huh? Well, I think you need to prove it." He pulled his foot up out of the water and placed it on my chest. He pinched at my nipples with his toes and rubbed his foot around on my face and neck. I picked his foot up and placed it in front of my face. I slurped his big toe into my mouth and began sucking it. "Oh man." He squirmed. I soon sucked in the second toe and worked over both toes at once.
He then raised his other foot out of the water and placed it on my shoulder. He moved it around and ground it into my face a little and even stuck his toe in my ear and giggled. "That feels incredible Kevin. God, I never knew someone sucking on my toes could feel so good." He moved his foot from my shoulder and placed it on top of my head. He pushed me under water gently and jumped in with me. He held me tightly and kissed me hard on the lips. He carried/pulled me over to the side of the pool and set me up on the side.
He pulled off my swim trunks and pulled me back into the water. He jumped back up on the side of the pool where he was before and pulled off his Speedo. Wow... nice dick. He tossed the Speedo over with his other clothes and grabbed my face with his feet and pulled me closer to him. "You can have more feet later. Right now, I think this needs some attention." He pulled on his cock and maneuvered my head over closer to him. I took his cock into my mouth and gave him a great blowjob. As he neared climax, he insisted that we move to the deck of the pool. "I'm not cleaning this pool again today, so get out there!" He chuckled.
We made love on the deck and it was wonderful. I fixed him a ham sandwich and sent him on his way. Needless to say, we've seen each other a lot since then and I'm still in awe of his awesome dick and incredibly sexy feet!
