Chapter 19: PumpedThe following day, I heard grunting, groaning, and growling in the house and listened to the pool boy at work in the gym. I was curious. The strange noise begged me to follow the grunting and groaning down the hallway to the gym.
I had to find out what he was doing in that small and sweaty room. On the prowl, I moved toward the door that separated his flexing and pumped body and my investigative marauding.
What did I want to find? I wanted to witness him laying back on one of the hard benches with his legs spread wide open, fully naked, thrusting his veined c**k up and down with a mad force that would leave poor me trembling for breath. I wanted to catch the pool boy jutting spew up and over his chest like the fountain of youth, white bubbles of sweet-goop clinging to h
