Poolside Service

He keeps one hand on the back of your head, brushing his fingers through your short, but grippable hair. He wants you to just hold it in your mouth. He wants you to hold steady, keep your position, pretend like you are not even there. It’s soft, but feels oh so good. It fits in your mouth, you press it against your tongue. He wants you to suck gently while he casually catches up with one of a dozen friends from college. It's a fraternity reunion after all and all the guys showed up.

He gets hard when and only when he wants. He's in control. You can feel the rough cement against your knees, you shuffle your feet to keep in position while he lounges. You can smell the chlorine from the pool mix with the musk from his pubic hair. You squeeze his smooth hips against the palms of your hands. When he's ready he pulls a little tighter against your head. You feel his balls twitch, tighten and release. You gag slightly as he engorges your mouth. His cock head battling with your uvula to dangle dominantly down your throat.

He sips from a mojito, fresh mint and sugar on his lips. He wipes sweat from his brow and brushes the salty sweet taste at your lips where cock meets mouth. He doesn’t miss a beat in conversation. He laughs heartily at his friend's jokes. He talks about his day, the weather, his big wins at the office and how much the boss liked his most recent presentation on numbers and graphs, that show he really likes with the hot chick from that other show, you know the show, and oh, bro, you won't even believe this next thing...

...and then he cums. It’s hot and sweet and it pumps down your throat. You drink greedily from each successive spasm of the thick veiny monster as it throbs against your tongue, presses against your teeth. You can barely breathe as you gulp. Spit trickles down the sides of your mouth.

You continue to suck as he grows flaccid in your mouth again. You take a heavy breath of fresh air through your nose. He pats roughly at your ear with flattened fingers to tell you 'I am done, I no longer require your services, you are no longer useful to me' and only then can you pull away. He pushes you gently, but confidently, with his barefoot flat against your chest. You catch yourself in the short fall, but gather yourself up to go back and wait for your next instructions. He leans forward to slap your ass as you depart. It's hard enough to leave his handprint in pink against the white of your pale cheeks. He leans in and tells his old frat bro friend, “Have a go if you'd like. Either end, your choice, whatever you want. That’s why we invited it here.”

"I think Derrick called dibs next, but I'll take my turn. I might take a couple turns, I'd like to try both ends."

"Cool," he says, "I anticipate I'll unload at least three times before lunch."

You hear them high five behind you.

You lay face down on your towel. Your cock cage clicking against the cement below, slipping comfortably between your thighs. You are not here for yourself, it was never your intention. You cradle your head in folded arms as a blindfold slip over your eyes. You feel the pressure of the next alpha male against your body. Your cheeks spread as they push inside and show you your purpose.