Chapter 25: Pool BoylessLying in bed naked because I was too lazy to slip into silky pajamas, I imagined:
My pool boy beside me on the sweaty sheets. I desired nothing less than his cotton briefs and booty socks scattered over the floor. I pictured him naked, useful.
My legs spread opened for his enjoyment, and my joint poking in his hungry mouth.
The pool boy sucking on a joint, eventually passing the joint to me, and telling me, “Take a long puff. Let’s get high together, Mr. Fine. So fine and high.”
Buzzing inside his boyish world with him. Buzzing. Buzzing.
“Watch me stroke my tool. You’ll like this show.”
So, I watched the boy-thing stroke his naked, bulging, and veined meat between his legs; the pool boy at work on his delicious-looking pole in the darkness of my bedroom.
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