Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:13:33 +0000 From: M. B. Subject: My Compliant Pool Boy "My Compliant Pool Boy" ====== When I was in my late twenties and quite fit, I met a boy at the local swimming pool. It was a hot summer, and I was horny. I liked kids but knew better than to act on it. I would go to the pool every day, taking in the eye candy. It was usually enough just to take in those tight speedos and imagine what was underneath. Then, I'd go home, jerk off, and shoot my cum all over the place. It was the first weekend of August, and I hated my job at the auto shop, always dealing with entitled customers who didn't know jack squat about anything. I'd get in the car after work and unbutton my uniform shirt, pouring sweat in no time. We were in the middle of a seven-day heat wave. While I had A/C at home, I couldn't afford to keep it on all day every day and risk racking up the electric bill. So, I visited the pool on a regular basis to cool off, saving the A/C for much later in the day. I went home to change into a tank top and swim shorts, then stuffed some clean clothes in my duffel bag. I was finally on my way to the pool. While driving, I said a little prayer that I'd meet someone special. Maybe it was the heat making me so desperate. I knew I was probably just going to see some cute, tight boy butt, mentally photograph it all, then cream all over my bedsheets later. At the pool side, I played badminton with some regulars here. We got well into a game when I noticed a boy watching me. He looked about eight or nine. His features: blond, finger-length, straight hair; sky-blue eyes that lit with innocence; cute freckles on his pasty cheeks; and kissable lips that were nice and plump. He was skinny, but he had a nice, round butt that swelled the fabric of his white swim shorts, partially covered by his loose, baby-blue tank top as if teasing me for wanting a full view. It was a shame he didn't have a speedo on, because despite the tank top partially getting in the way, that was the perfectly shaped butt. I found it hard to concentrate on my game. So, it was no wonder I missed every volley. That cute boy just stood on the sidelines, watching me, and I took in every opportunity to peek at his butt. I imagined him in doggy position, or lying on his belly, showing his whole backside. That round butt must have had a nice, deep crack, the perfect place to slide my cock in. Thankfully, my size was above average in length and semi-thick in girth, nothing intimidating. I lost the game, and the others moved on, but that boy still stood on the sidelines, staring at me. I never had this kind of luck with kids. I was usually too shy and knew better than to stare too much. His parents were probably somewhere around here, and I didn't want to risk getting kicked out of this pool for being a pervert. But this kid was staring awkwardly, and it was hard to stay quiet. I bounced the birdie on my racket a bit, pretending to be waiting for the others to return. How was I going to make conversation with this kid? Did I really want to, or was this crossing a line too much? I bounced the birdie some more, pretending to lose control as it went off to the side a bit—toward this cute little boy. Finally, with a wild, out-of-control swing, I knocked it over right to where he was standing. "Sorry!" I picked it up right in front of his feet and gave him a shy smile. He just stared at me, saying nothing. Why the hell was I so awkward? He would have been the perfect boy to take home, but I couldn't find the right words. I went back on the court, bouncing the birdie some more. I must have looked stupid—I felt stupid. I eyed the boy again, only to notice he was gone. See? That was my luck. Not just a boy interested in me, but a boy with the perfect butt. Then, I noticed on the other side of the court: the boy stood there. He'd grabbed a racket and let it dangle from his hand. That made me smirk. I couldn't help myself. I served him a good overhand. He had quick reflexes, swatting the birdie back. We had a few volleys. He really sent me running all over the court. I made sure to do the same. Each time he had to squat low in a save, I took in that round butt again, the way it all but wanted to stretch his shorts. God, I was lucky today... He didn't speak to me the whole time. We had a few volleys. Soon, I was keeping score. Those were the only words I could come up with, just telling him the score, pretending to be just an ordinary, polite adult. As the game went on, I kept looking around for his parents. Surely, they were here somewhere, maybe in the paddling pool or swimming lanes. We tied. Finally, I went up to the net. "Good game, kid. Want another?" He shook his head. "Can you take me to the hot tub?" His voice was high and angelic. My heart skipped a beat. The hot tub was in the men's changing room, and only adults could use it. "Your parents can't take you?" "They're not here. They dropped me off." Really? How was this my luck? "All right then. Let's go." My heart was pounding hard as I led him to the changing room. He followed behind me, and the whole way, I kept looking around to see if anyone was watching me suspiciously. Everyone who saw me coming every day knew I was always alone. But no one seemed to care. We entered the locker area, and I took him to the sauna and hot tub room just beyond. The sign read, No children under 18 allowed without supervision of adult. There was an old man sitting naked in the hot tub. We got in on the other side. The boy sat up so close to me that his legs were touching mine. He often stared at the foamy water but occasionally met my eyes. He was not much for words, but it was just fine. I felt like I had a little companion. I was surprised by how little I thought about his butt right now. I'd never had a boy so close to me before. It was surreal. That had to be it. Just a good thing I didn't have an erection yet. The old man got up and left. We were all alone in the room now. "Did you want to go to the sauna, too?" I asked the boy. He nodded, and we got up and went into the sauna. There was no one here as well. It was so hard to think about what to say to this kid. Everything I came up with seemed stupid. So, I just said nothing. I put water on the rocks, steaming up the sauna a bit. "You okay with the heat?" He nodded. Damn, why couldn't he at least say something? What was I expecting from a kid who was no older than nine? "Do you come here often?" He shook his head. Fuck. This was difficult. "How old are you?" "Nine and a half." He finally spoke! With that, he nudged closer to me, pressing his smooth leg against my hairy thigh. "Can I go to your place after?" I was in shock. Really? So, he wasn't much of a talker, but when he did talk... "Won't your parents wonder where you are?" He shook his head. "I'm walking home. They don't care." What kind of fucking parents did this kid have? I got upset. Such a beautiful boy like this. He could have been abducted, hurt by some monster. Instead, he was with me, and while my motives weren't exactly pure, I vowed to protect him. I gave him a reassuring smile. "I'll make sure you get home safely. Why don't we get changed?" He nodded, and we left the sauna and went to the lockers. I went to my locker and told him to meet me here. His locker was around the corner. I really wished it had been beside mine, so I could see what his butt looked like naked. Again, though, I found my mind surprisingly blank. Even if he'd been changing beside me, I'd have found myself not staring. This was just too real, more real than I'd ever expected myself to experience. I changed into a T-shirt and some decent shorts, then waited for him. He didn't appear. I worried that maybe he left. That was more like my luck. He showed up right before I could worry too much. He had cute, blue shorts and a matching T-shirt, and a little bag that he strapped over his shoulders. I watched the staff in the lobby as he followed me out. Was anyone following me? Wondering why this man suddenly had a boy going home with him? Again, nothing happened to burst my bubble. As we stepped out into the bristling heat, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world, turning to see this cute, little boy of my dreams still following behind. He got in my car on the passenger side, setting his little bag down by his feet. I stared at his nice legs. They were so smooth and pale. The way he sat in the seat, the fabric climbed up his thighs halfway, and I all but resisted the urge to touch him there. "Sorry it's so hot in here," I told him. "I have A/C at home, so we can cool off." He just nodded, still not much of a talker. I drove us, and more awkward silence followed. My house wasn't that far away, but the drive felt like it took forever. Every traffic light I stopped at, I felt the wait. Drivers in other cars might as well have been cops, the way I felt their eyes on the small passenger next to me. But again, nothing happened. We pulled up into my driveway, and I pressed the garage door opener on the dashboard. When the door closed behind us and I put the car in park, I felt a huge sense of relief. "I don't have a lot of things for kids to do," I said. "What did you have in mind?" My little boy companion just shrugged. "I'll play whatever you want." My mind went to several places it shouldn't have, making my cock stiffen up. Fuck, my heart raced too hard. "I'm really kind of boring," I told him. "I just...like to sit in bed usually." "We can sit in bed together," he said casually. Fuck. I really knew I should put an end to this before it went too far, but I also couldn't believe my luck. Even if all this would lead to was the cutest boy with the cutest butt in my own bed... Fuck, I would be coming so much later, just thinking about all the things I wished I'd done to him. We went inside, and I turned on the A/C, quickly feeling relaxed. He set his bag down at my door and followed me to the kitchen. I took out some juice and poured us each a glass. He drank fast, and I watched his plump lips, and the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Well, let's go to my room then." He just nodded. We went upstairs, and my single bed beckoned. I was hard as a rock now. I sat on the edge of the bed, shifting to hide my erection. He sat next to me, pressing his leg against mine again. No words, as usual, but this time, I looked at him, and he was staring up at me with those sky-blue eyes. "See? I told you, boring." I chuckled nervously, then got up and turned on the fan, even though the A/C made it cold enough. My boy still sat on the bed, looking at me expectantly. "What did you want to do?" I asked, standing next to the fan. "Do you want to take pictures of me?" My heart seemed to summersault. "Pictures?" "You tell me the pose, and I'll do it." This boy really had no street sense! If not for his luck ending up with a harmless person like me, he could have been kidnapped and turned up dead somewhere. "I like photography." It wasn't exactly true, but I wasn't going to pass this up. How many times had I been forced to use my mental photography, relying on imagination later? Now, I could take pictures to look at whenever I wanted, jerk off and shoot time and time and time again. We started with a few innocent ones. I told him the pose, and he did exactly as I told him: sitting up straight and smiling, lying down with me hovering over top, what I called "aerial view", lying on his side propped up on one arm while pretending to be a model. Then, I got a little more daring. One pose, with his leg up, the angle just right, so the fabric of his shorts slid away and revealed the shadows leading up from his thigh to his crotch. Lying face down—another aerial view—where I got a nice shot of his butt. Another just like that, but where I put my large body pillow under his hips, so that his butt pressed nice and tight against his shorts. That picture alone would have me coming lots of times. But he seemed to be eager to pose however I wanted him to. So, I told him to sit up on his knees and lean forward. I was careful not to make it sound like I was wanting him in doggy position, so I just got him to make slight adjustments. I loved how he did exactly as I told him. He was so compliant. Soon, I was able to put a hand on his body and tell him exactly how to move. I got him squatting, his torso angled up, hands on his knees, his butt bulging out in two round bubbles that made me shudder the moment I took several shots—several angles and some zoomed right in on the butt itself. I had him on his hands and knees, back angled down so that nice, little butt stuck out. I even dared to get on my knees behind him, my crotch a mere foot away from that butt, as I snapped the camera, pretending I wanted to get every angle possible. I leaned in closer—my crotch so close, inches away—pushing his shoulders down, telling him to put his face against the sheets. His hips bent more, and his butt rounded right out. I hovered over with my crotch one inch from that beautiful crack, snapping pictures from top down, pictures I'd never forget—my bulging erection obvious on my shorts, so close to that beautiful, round butt. I took lots of pictures like that. "This is a really good one." As usual, he didn't say a word, just staying still, doing exactly as I told him. "You still good for more? I have a few ideas." "Mmhmm," he mouthed into the sheets where his head still rested. "So, this is a good position, but to get the best shot, I'll need you to take your shirt off." This was it now. I knew I was going to hear it from him. Instead, he just reached back with his hands and tugged his shirt up. I helped him get it off from around his neck. While his torso was slightly turned toward me for a moment, I had to try hard not to mentally devour those tiny, pink nipples with even tinier nubs. What I'd do to kiss each of them, maybe give them a playful nibble or two. "Perfect..." I snapped more pictures. My crotch was closer now, almost touching. How badly I wanted to press it in against the fabric, but I didn't dare. "This is so good." I snapped several of my raging hard-on nearly touching his beautiful butt. "You have really good poses. Maybe...do you have underwear on?" "Yeah." "Good. Then maybe...can I take the shorts away, for a better pose?" "Sure." Fuck, I was all but going to erupt inside. I set my phone aside, relishing this. With two hands, gently, slowly, so slowly, I slipped his shorts down, revealing gray, tight underwear that nestled his deep butt crack. I shuddered, unable to hold back the soft gasp of pleasure, taking in the shape of his butt cheeks as they protruded from the V of his underwear. Holy fuck, his butt crack was so deep, these cheeks so round, the underwear sliding into that crack. I slipped his shorts down to his knees, then got my camera and took lots of shots. I pressed my crotch close, pretending I had to angle in and get more aerial view. I must have taken at least a hundred pictures. "You're such a good subject," I told him. "I don't usually get shots this good. You're the best model." He said nothing. I couldn't help staring at his butt, wishing I could slide that underwear out of the way, take in all of his butt crack. "I'll get in my underwear, too," I said at last. "We need more natural poses." It was nonsense. I was sure he'd now ask me what the hell I was doing. But he made no objections at all. I slipped off my shorts, so I was in my black underwear. I took off my shirt, too. Then, I got right behind him again, pressing my hard crotch in right between his round cheeks, just enough so my shaft was touching, but not pressing too deep. "This is the best angle!" I shuddered some more, then took so many pictures. I got him to move up and down a bit, directing him with my hand so that he bounced his butt up and down. I took a video of this one. Fuck, this was going to be my jerk-off material for years. "You're doing so great!" I tried not to groan too loud each time his butt pressed against my erection. Finally, I couldn't take it. I was really at the point where I didn't care anymore. So, I stopped him. "There's still one thing...it will make this better, but..." I hesitated. Did I dare? There was no going back if I crossed this line. I'd go to jail... "Will you keep this all secret?" "Yeah." "Then I can do my master shot. Here..." I didn't know how to ask. So, I asked with my hand instead. I set the phone down, and, taking the underwear band in two hands, I slid his gray underwear down, slowly, achingly slow, down his butt. He didn't protest at all. I revealed the shadowed expanse between these round cheeks, gasped at his nice, pink butthole, the smooth skin surrounding it. I slid his underwear down to meet his shorts, wordless, holding my breath. "There..." I said finally. "Now I can really use my skill." I picked up my camera and took more pictures. I got him to bounce again and took a video. He sent me close to my edge each time his uncovered ass pressed down against my erection. I had to pull away, before I came in my underwear. "Good, so good," I said in a carnal tone, then hesitated again, but not for long this time. "I'll join you." I didn't bother to tell him what I meant. I slid my underwear down, too, and my cock rose free in the cool air. He didn't seem to notice that I was naked behind him. I took up the camera and took several more pictures. I knew this was it now; I was about to molest a child. My heart hammered in my chest, as I sat back, preparing myself. "This last one will be important. I'll need you to bounce again, and when I say press down, press against me hard, okay?" "Sure," he said, my compliant boy. Fuck, my compliant, beautiful boy. I drew out several moments longer, scared of what was about to happen. If there was a shred of will in me to get out of here, it was gone. All that was left was this drawn-out moment. I was a deer staring into the headlights, as I stared at his ass, so round and beautiful, his pink hole, his hairless crack so tempting. "Okay." I got the camera up and on video. "Bounce." I got up on my knees and met his bouncing motions. Each bounce, he pressed that butt crack down over my naked erection, that pink hole right down on the base. The sensation was surreal. I'd imagined coming like this so many times, but I never thought it would feel so good. His hairless crack was like silk, sliding, sending me to the edge. There was no turning back. "Get ready," I told him. "This is the master...shot..." He bounced three more times, and I knew I couldn't take it anymore. "Press down!" I gasped. He was perfect at this. He put all his weight into this final motion, pressing down so hard on my erection. The orgasm rushed through me, and my cock was soon throbbing. Cum shot out, three shots landing on his shoulder, two flinging past, spattering on the bedsheets. More cum, I blasted eleven times, long, white ropes on his smooth, skinny back. I got it all on video. Even after I was empty and dribbling some last remnants on his butt cheeks, I kept filming, taking in my prize. "You did so good," I told him. "So beautiful." Spent, I started to feel a very real fear. I finally turned the camera off and pulled away. The fan blew on my cum-slick cock, a cold reminder of what I'd just done. "You're sure this will stay secret?" I urged him. "Yeah," he said in a reassuring tone. I grabbed a bedsheet and wiped my cum off his back. "So sweaty." I couldn't exactly tell him it wasn't sweat. Then, I pulled his underwear back up and slipped mine on. "Great photo shoot." I did my best casual voice. "Really great." I pulled up his shorts, and got my shorts back on, too. "Did you want to go home now?" "I guess," he said casually. I no longer cared about how little he spoke. His compliance made up for it. I drove my boy to the street he told me he lived on. As he got out of the car, his little bag on his shoulder, I tousled his hair. "I hope to see you again." "We can do more photo shoots," he said. "I like that." My heart raced. He was still interested in spending time with me. "Just like today? Maybe other positions?" "Anything you want. I remember your address, so I'll come over before dinner." The most words he'd said, but the best ones. "I'll make sure I'm home." He got out of the car, and I was afraid that was the last I'd see of him. All night, I was awake, expecting cops. Instead, the following afternoon at four, there was a timid knock on my door, and my compliant, little friend stood there. We took more photos, this time with him lying on his belly and me sliding up and down his crack. I shot my "sweat" all over his back again, but this time, it excited me so much that eight of my twelve blasts of cum landed on the pillow above his head. He came over the next day, and this time, I put him in missionary and shot my cum all over his thighs. I set my camera on a mount to film us. I was building up quite a collection of memories now, something secret I'd never share with anyone. The remainder of August, he came over nearly every day, and each time I did something different with him. I'd never shot so much cum like this when I was jerking off, but this boy's magic butt set me on a new level. I was sad when he moved away in September, but I'd had him over nearly every day since, and had videos of every time we did whatever I told him. I wished he'd been my boy to stay, and I could have used his eager butt every time I needed release, and even used his mouth to show him what a man tasted like, but those videos were enough to remind me that, after feeling cursed all my life, maybe my prayers had been heard for once. Even if I never had a boy like this ever again, my compliant pool boy, it was enough to make me feel lucky for years to come. ====== mbnifty.wordpress.com mbnifty@proton.me MINI BIO: I write gay intergenerational fiction for the Adult Youth, Incest, and Young Friends categories. My website lists all my works, including ones that aren't available on Nifty. NIFTY DONATIONS: Don't forget to donate whatever amount you can to Nifty. 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