Date: Sat, 26 May 2018 14:33:36 -0400 From: Robert Heard Subject: The Community Pool I had arrived in my new hometown of Springbrook two weeks prior. In that time I had pretty much settled in, unpacking too many boxes to count and getting my new house set up the way I wanted. It was mid-June and the air in the small rural community was so vibrant and fresh. Having lived in a fairly large city for the past five years, the move to small town America was a welcome change. I had been working in web design and website management for a number of years and had a solid client base. I spent a typical day checking on client websites to ensure that everything was functioning properly and that their customers were getting efficient service. I also spoke frequently with clients either by phone or email to make sure their concerns were being addressed. Most of this work was done from my home or sometimes, if you promise not to tell, a coffee shop. I loved my job for multiple reasons: the challenge and stimulation it provided, the decent paycheck I received, and the free lifestyle. Unlike the typical American worker I was not tied down to a nine-to-five job that I had to drive to every day on a congested freeway. I got to wake up each morning at a reasonable hour and did my work on my schedule. My clients were all fine with that as long as my work product was of high quality, and it was. About a year ago the cost of living and doing business in my large city had gone up. Everything from rent to utilities to parking to taxes had increased significantly and I had finally reached the point where I didn't want to live that way anymore. I began looking for an alternative and stumbled across what would become my new home. Springbrook was a small town with a lot of charm. Most of the town had been built in the late 1800s and the old buildings had a distinctive character all their own. Buildings from those days frequently had names and dates on them, and some even had faded paint on the exterior walls identifying the original business -- hardware, dry goods, feed, etc. A stroll through the old downtown gave you a picture of what life was like in prior days before our modern hectic existence. The center of town was the oldest part, which was today filled with small local and specialty shops of various kinds. Radiating out from there was a surrounding community of peaceful streets and picturesque houses with well-manicured lawns, trimmed hedges, and flower beds. The townspeople seemed to take pride in their homes and properties, something I admired. Located on the south side of town was a small liberal arts college. Between the community residents and the college students the town had an energetic vibe to it, small enough to be homey but large enough to be livable. The town's culinary offerings were not as dramatic as a large city, of course, but they were engaging nonetheless. For restaurants we had a number of local diners that included the traditional greasy spoon with a lunch counter, a couple of family restaurants, and a small dinner club that featured great steaks. There was a drive-in theater on the north side of town -- seriously, a drive-in. It must have been one of the last in the country, but it frequently got the newest movies and was a retro blast from the past. Over on the east side of town was the community pool. The pool had been built about twenty years ago and was popular with the locals. Families would often go there in the afternoon and it was typically busy on the weekends. There was a small vending shack at the pool that sold some refreshing drinks and snacks. There was also a building that housed bathrooms and changing areas as well as several shower stalls. Being an outdoor-type who loved swimming, I had quickly purchased a pass and was at the pool at least three times a week. I would alternate between a leisurely swim in the cool water and reading a good novel while reclining in a poolside chair with a cold beverage. It was also a great place to people watch. One of the first things I had noticed about this small rural town was the number of cute boys it had. They could be seen all throughout the town, but I found the community pool to be a prime spot for the best views. Teenage boys would hang out and play in the water for hours on end. I enjoyed discreetly peering over the top of my novel to check them out. They ranged from middle to high school and came in all shapes and sizes. As they jostled around in the water, I observed blondes, brunettes, and redheads in all their various stages of puberty. Their voices ranged from high altos to low baritones, a vocal range that only teenage boys have. Today the pool had a sizable number of what appeared to be middle schoolers between the ages of twelve and fifteen, my favorite ages. One boy in particular had caught my eye. I overheard another boy call him Evan and he was a definite pleasure to look at. Evan appeared to be around fourteen years old and was at that point of adolescence between cute and handsome. He had jet black hair and the beginnings of a wispy mustache on his upper lip. I had been watching him climb out of and then jump back into the pool from the edge and was able to get a good view of his developing body. His muscles were fairly toned for a young guy, making me surmise that he may be a farm kid. His red swimming trunks clung wetly to his body outlining the form of a shapely ass in the back and what appeared to be a nice bulge in the front. He had some dark hairs visible on his lower legs, legs which were toned and well defined. When he raised his arms to catch a Nerf ball that was being thrown around the pool, I could see small tufts of dark armpit hair. This kid was a beauty, that was for sure. I continued checking him out while sneaking in a quick paragraph of my read. As the afternoon progressed the crowd thinned out significantly. Eventually there were only about a half dozen of us left, and one of them was Evan. I watched as he exited the pool and walked over to a towel and pair of shoes near the grass, which by unbelievable coincidence happened to be laying on the chair next to me. I watched from the corner of my eye as the young stud picked up his towel and began to dry himself off. He rubbed the towel through his wet black hair, once again exposing those adorable tufts of underarm hair to my view -- and delight. He continued toweling off his head and neck, broadening shoulders, chest, and well-toned legs. Damn, this kid was gorgeous! His eyes suddenly shifted to me, much to my surprise. "Good book?" he asked. I quickly pulled my eyes back into my head so as to not appear to be a total perv. "Oh, yeah, I'm really liking it." "I read it earlier this year," he continued. "I really liked it." Sensing my luck in this unexpected opening, I decided to make a move. "I was just getting ready to grab a drink. Would you like one? My treat." The boy smiled back at me. "Sure. Thanks." We walked over to the snack shack and got two cans of pop, a Coke for me and a Mountain Dew for him, then headed back to our poolside lounge chairs. As we opened our cold cans we began to chat about the novel, an exciting espionage story of intrigue and international assassination. We both thought that it would make a great movie and even had ideas of who should play the various characters. I found conversation with this youngster to be fairly easy and laid back. Evan was an intelligent young man and knowledgeable. As we continued our casual chat, I noticed his attention distracted by something across the pool. Following his gaze, I saw two teenage girls drying themselves off. Evan was clearly interested in them, as most boys his age were. Since this initial encounter was going so well, I decided to venture into new territory. "Girlfriends?" I asked innocently. "Huh? What -- oh, no," he smiled, shaking his head and appearing embarrassed that he had been caught watching them. "Hmm," I responded slowly. Evan blushed slightly and rolled his eyes. "They're cute," he admitted, "but neither of them is interested in me." "Why not?" I asked. "You seem like a nice guy and, no offense, you're handsome." He blushed again. This kid was totally adorable. "They're sophomores," he continued, "and I'm in the eighth grade." I nodded knowingly. "They're into high school guys, huh?" "Yeah. I'm a kid to them," he said somewhat forlornly. "Well, Evan, I'm sure there's a girl out there who's into you," I added. "You'll meet her someday." "That would be great," he smiled again. We finished up our colas and tossed the cans into a recycling bin. It was early evening and we both needed to be heading out. We said our goodbyes and Evan thanked me again for the drink. I told him how much I enjoyed meeting him and hoped I would see him again. Several days passed in my new home and I continued my web management work. My days were pretty busy with multiple phone calls, emails, and website debugging. In between business talk my clients asked me about my new life in a small town and whether I missed the big city. I explained honestly that I loved this new chapter of my life, especially the beauty of my new surroundings -- I just didn't specify what beauty I was referring to! On Friday afternoon I found my schedule pretty open and decided to head back to the pool for some more swimming and reading. I found that the same chair I had used earlier in the week was open and put my things on it, then wandered over to the pool. The water was really refreshing today and I found myself invigorated. I felt that outdoor pools in the sun were much more enjoyable than indoor pools. After about fifteen minutes I left the pool and laid back on my lounge chair. After another fifteen minutes the gentle breeze and bright sun had dried me off, so I picked up my paperback and began reading the next chapter. The combination of the cool water, fresh air, and warm sun combined to make me drowsy and I fell asleep without intending to. I awoke a while later to the sound of young voices talking loudly and squealing in the pool. I glanced ahead and saw about ten kids splashing in the water, and one of them was Evan. He saw me looking his way and waved at me, once again flashing that adorable smile. As the day progressed into late afternoon, the pool again slowly cleared out as people went home for supper. The teenagers also began to head out. As they walked past me and out the front gate, Evan broke away from the group and came over to me. "Hey, John," he smiled. "Hey, Evan," I responded. "It looked like you were having fun." "Oh, yeah. I come here with my friends almost every day," he said. "Any exciting plans for the evening?" I ventured. "Nah, just heading home. We'll be having supper about an hour from now," he said. We said our goodbyes and he headed out through the building behind me. A few minutes later I realized that I was getting hungry and should probably head out as well. I got up, picked up my book, towel, and shoes and headed for the building. I wanted to stop by the restroom before leaving. I pushed open the door and walked into the moderately lit men's room. On the right side were a couple of stalls and urinals, on the left side were three shower stalls and sinks. Located to the immediate left was a small changing area with an old wooden bench. I walked in quietly and rounded the corner -- and froze in my tracks. Standing before me in the changing area, totally naked, was Evan. And not only was he naked, he also had an erection -- an impressive erection, I noticed. Evan saw me and covered himself quickly with his towel. "Shit!" he exclaimed, clearly embarrassed. I tried to recover, hoping that I wasn't sporting a boner of my own. "It's okay, Evan. I won't tell anyone," I said in an attempt to assure him. "Shit," he said again. "This is so embarrassing." His face was turning a deep red, which made him even cuter. Having established a friendly relationship with him previously, I decided to be bolder than normal and push my luck to the limit. "So did this unexpectedly pop up -- or were you planning on rubbing one out?" I asked with a smile. Evan blushed even more. "Well, if you must know, I was planning on rubbing one out," he said matter-of-factly with a tinge of smart ass. He was still covering his burgeoning manhood with his towel and his face was still a deep red. "Well, you know, it's kind of risky doing it right there in the changing area," I added, figuring that first, I couldn't embarrass him much more, and second, he hadn't tried to run away. A good sign, I thought. He exhaled deeply. "I wasn't going to do it here," he said. "I was going to do it in the shower." I looked over at the shower stalls. They were private showers with a plastic curtain, perfect for a teenage boy who was looking for some privacy. Things were going really well and an opportunity like this may only come along once in a lifetime, so I decided to push my luck to the limits. "You know, Evan, I could take care of that for you." He looked at me perplexed. "Wh-what do you mean?" he asked innocently yet with a knowing look. "I think you know," I responded. He considered my words for a moment. "What would you, you know, do?" he asked. His response caused my cock to abruptly stiffen. I took a step closer to him and lowered my voice. "Well, I would take that bad boy into my mouth and give it a good sucking, and then I would swallow every drop of your teenage cum." His eyes widened but he didn't draw back or try to leave. "Wh-where would we...?" I nodded toward the shower stall. He looked at the stall, then looked back at me. Then he moved slowly but deliberately to the stall closest to him and stood there looking at me. I wasted no time, stepping into the stall with him and pulling the curtain shut. "You're going to like this," I said as I knelt down before him. He moved the towel away, once again exposing that wonderful adolescent penis. "Wow, Evan, that is really nice." He smiled in response, apparently pleased with my assessment. As I knelt there before him, I took a moment to take in this wonderful sight. This kid had a nice cock, I'd say it was six inches, not bad for a fourteen-year-old. His head was a lovely purple topping off a firm shaft with two veins running along the length. At the base was a nice bush of dark black pubic hair. I leaned in and buried my nose in those pubes, inhaling deeply. Nothing on earth could compare to the aroma of an adolescent boy, I thought. He smelled so young and masculine, his natural teenage scent mixed with the light smell of chlorine from the pool. After breathing him in, I reached around and placed my hands on his tight young ass. Just as I had hoped, it was firm and supple at the same time. By this point my cock was leaking. I could finally hold back no more and leaned forward to take him in. My first couple of moves took me all the way down his shaft. My nose was pressing into his pubes and his head was bumping the back of my throat -- sheer ecstasy. Evan gasped slightly as I slid along his length, making sure to take every inch of his stiff beauty into me. Then I pulled back slightly and began working his head with my tongue. As I licked I could taste his precum, something I always liked. Evan tasted so young and fresh, vibrant even. I continued slowly working his bulb and could hear him breathing heavy and feel his ass cheeks tensing in my hands. This kid was loving what I did, and I was loving doing it to him. But alas all good things must end. Evan's body began to tense up as his hips began to gently thrust forward into my mouth. "I'm g-getting c-close," he gasped. Indeed he was, and I was ready. "Oh, God, here it comes! Here it comes!" he exclaimed in a harsh whisper. I held on tight and kept moving my tongue around his head as I felt warm spurts of Evan's semen jet from his penis and into my mouth. His first shot hit the back of my throat, his second and third the roof of my mouth, while his remaining emissions landed on my tongue. I tasted the youth's sexual offering, savoring his pubescent taste and swallowing every drop as promised. There is nothing -- and I mean nothing -- as erotic and desirable as a young guy's spunk. Truly the nectar of the gods! He started to soften in my mouth and I reluctantly pulled back and let him slide out. I looked up to see him staring at me with the most angelic look on his face. "You-you s-swallowed it?" he asked in amazement. "Yep," I smiled back. "You taste good, kid." He blushed at my assessment, but I stand by it. The kid tasted good. Not wanting to push my luck too much in a public place, I stood up, opened the curtain, and stepped out. Evan followed me and took a couple of steps to the changing area where he pulled on his swim trunks and a tee shirt. "Wow, that was -- that was amazing," he said, his eyes still wide with excitement. "So did you -- did you like doing that?" he asked. "Loved it," I answered. "Cool," he smiled. "I have some friends who would like this..." Feedback is always welcome and responded to. My email is orbl1415@gmail.com. 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