New Business
My uncle Silas had been employed in numerous occupations during his working years and the job he took on before retiring was doing swimming pool maintenance. This mainly involved cleaning out leaves, grass and dirt from private swimming pools and testing water for chlorine levels and adding chemicals to restore the water to acceptable levels to discourage algae and other contaminants from affecting the water.
I was between jobs after I graduated from High school and Uncle Silas suggested I might like to come on his rounds and help him with loading and unloading the tools and chemicals from his van. He would be happy to show me the ropes and maybe I could earn some extra pocket money for myself during the holidays.
I took him up on his offer and was very appreciative of his help. He told me of the generosity some people display offering him treats of cookies and drinks etc.
'There are all kinds of people in any domestic jobs you get involved in and all you need to do is be sure you do a thorough job and leave the place at least as clean and tidy is it was when you get there.' he told me. 'Where possible, try and add something personal to your client's side of the agreement.'
A year later when he finally retired, I was eighteen, and ready to handle most jobs on my own. Uncle Silas was more than willing to help me solve any unusual problems.
'Call me any time Young Jimmy,' he said. 'I'm here to help.'
During the summer of the first year I was building up the business and doing pool maintenance on my own. I usually called the client to either check if anyone would be home to let me in or tell me where to get a key to open the back gate.
One owner, Mr Bentley, told me to go straight through the front door if it was open or get the key from his hiding place, behind one of the pot plants along the front of the house.
It was a hot day that afternoon. I called and the front door was locked so I retrieved the key and let myself in, then opened the back gate and carried the tools and chemicals from the van to the swimming pool. I removed my shirt and began netting some leaves out of the pool.
When it was clean Mr Bentley appeared at the back door and said, 'I'm having a paddle when you're finished Jimmy. How is it going?'
'The levels are absolutely correct so any time you like Mr Bentley.'
Mrs Bentley was doing some sort of charity work and the younger of their two grown up daughters was a teacher. Her older sister was a Veterinary Nurse and married and living interstate, getting ready to start a family.
When I had taken my tools back out to the van, I returned to sweep up the leaves from around the pool and Mr Bentley was swimming laps of his pool. He walked up the steps leading out of the pool and I was shocked to see he was naked.
He seemed young to be almost a grandfather and didn't look like he was carrying any excess weight.
I was shocked to see a client nude. I figured he was in his own private property, but I still felt self-conscious. I'm not sure why that is because I'm wearing clothes. If anyone is self conscious it should be Mr Bentley, but he seemed to be completely at ease without his clothes on. He must swim naked often so for him, it would be the customary thing to do.
'Feel free to have a swim if you like Jimmy,' he said.
If anything, I thought he was fairly slim, but with powerful legs and upper arms and shoulders. Naturally I couldn't help looking at his cock. It hung down about 4 inches with the large circumcised head.
He had two large beach towels lying on his lawn and occupied one of them, lying on his stomach in the warm afternoon sun.
I said, 'Thanks for the offer Mr Bentley, but I don't have my swimmers with me.'
'Just take your clothes off and have a splash around. You can dry yourself when you finish,' he said with a friendly smile.
I had never been naked with a man outside in the open air before. But Mr Bentley was lying on his stomach not even looking at me at that moment. It seemed he was suggesting it as if it was the most natural thing to do. I felt if I just did what he suggested as if it was in no way unusual, it would seem natural to him because that's what he does.
I felt as if I was stepping into a foreign state of social interaction as I removed my shorts, dropped them by the pool with my shirt and jumped in the pool. After a few laps of the pool, I swam to the edge of the pool.
I looked at the vacant towel next to him and asked, 'Is that for me to use Mr Bentley?'
'Yes Jimmy. It's a hot sun. come and let me apply some sun protection on you.'
I stood at the edge of the pool wondering what to do next. I was petrified at the thought of stepping out of the pool in his full view. I felt that he was getting far too familiar expecting me to not only lie next to him with no clothes on, but he wanted to touch me as well. Once again I rationalized that it seemed to be natural to him to take these liberties with me, and for me to object would sound like rejection of a purely friendly gesture
I was unsure what to do, so I said, 'Thanks Mr Bentley. I'll be there in a minute.'
I was putting off stepping out of the pool in his full view. My anxiety was making my heart race. To make it even worse, I was beginning to become aroused and my treacherous cock was growing alarmingly. I decided to wait in the pool until Mr Bentley wasn't looking or until my cock shriveled up again.
I swam two more laps and the swirling water only hardened my erection even further. I knew I had to leave the pool, so I quietly walked up the steps and quickly took my place no my stomach on the towel beside Mr Bentley while his eyes were closed
The sun was beginning to disappear behind the leaves of the tall fern tree growing next door and throwing shadows on the towels. We would soon be in the shade.
As he opened his eyes, Mr Bentley must have been thinking the same thing and he said, 'The shade means we wont really need any of this sun protection. I've got a better idea.'
He walked into the house and emerged, this time wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and carrying a different bottle of oil.
He said. 'You've done a great job here today Jimmy. Would you mind doing me one more favor and let me give you a short massage. I've done a course in this and I need to stay in practice. That's if you don't mind of course.'
Now it's a massage. It seems the more assumptions he makes about me, the more obliged I feel to go along with all his suggestions. It's only a massage and we're both boys, so there was nothing to be suspicious about as far I as could see. I was a little doubtful but in the end, it's only a massage, and he has dressed after all. He has made it seem like I would be doing him a favor by letting him practice on me.
'What do you want me to do Mr Bentley?'
'Lie on your stomach and help me move your arms and legs occasionally to give me access to your muscles and joints, I'll do the rest.'
Mr Bentley moved his towel on to the top of mine and positioned them in the shade on his manicured back lawn. When I took up my position, it felt very soft and comfortable, but it felt like I was leaving my body naked and vulnerable for his use.
He knelt near my head and said, 'Here we go.'
I heard the massage oil bubble into his hand and he immediately applied a liberal amount between my shoulders and spread it down along my back, around to the sides and some along my upper arms.
It seemed like he was really practicing all of his massage skills because spent considerable time applying different techniques along my arms and down my back as far as the muscles at the top of my buttocks.
Then he stood up and re-positioned himself with his knees straddling my feet. Once again, he smeared a very liberal amount of massage oil on the back of both legs left, then right. He began to massage my feet in thorough detail and I felt as if I was in heaven. I've always found my feet to be one of the sensitive parts of my body, and I almost began dozing from Mr Bentley's skillful methods.
Then he moved my feet apart about 20 centimeters and began working slowly up from my ankles and calf muscles to the section behind my knees. The backs and sides of both lower legs were attended to in detail and he proceeded to my thighs. He gently lifted my left leg further away then my right, so that my feet were a little over 3 feet apart.
He moved forward kneeling between my knees. As he began working on my upper left leg, I could occasionally feel his legs touch mine, and passed it off as accidental. He worked diligently on my leg and as he neared my left buttock, he stopped and began on my right.
He paid similar attention to my right, and I was about to thank him and prepare to leave, but he wasn't finished yet. He lightly laid both hands on my buttocks. He massaged both of my ass cheeks very lightly in opposite directions alternatively and I thought my penis was beginning to expand under my stomach.
Then he stopped and picked up the bottle of massage oil again and poured some between my buttocks and spread my ass cheeks wide apart. I think that the last thing you would ever want to see or look at would be someone's anus. I was very self-conscious and embarrassed to know he could see my anus like that.
