THE POOL BOY It was one of the hottest days of the year so .. (OnlyFans)

THE POOL BOY

It was one of the hottest days of the year so far. That time of the year when the only thing you want to do is sitting down on a long chair next to the pool and relax. Even better when you can have your own pool and a boy who is taking care of it. Sam was the one my father hired for the summer at our house and this guy was a damn hottie. He tried to make some money over the summer break at college and what was better and easier money than working for a wealthy family with a big house and pool. So while I was enjoying my own break at the pool with my parents gone to Florida for the next four weeks, Sam came by to look if everything was alright. 

While he was approaching me with a broad grin, I nearly dropped my sunglasses. I bet he noticed quickly. He was sweaty and wore a sleeveless shirt and some nice summer pool shorts that perfectly showed off his trained body and muscular legs. But what was most striking for me were his green slides and white socks he had on his feet, for which I always had a thing since I can remember. “Hey Doug, you alright?”, he said with a smirk, while I tried to play it off cool and told him no, since last night a summer storm had blown a lot of leaves and grass into the pool and that he should clean it up. Jokingly he replied that he hoped to join me since it was so hot and he hoped to jump into the pool since he didn’t had a chance to shower this morning. This lead to a big tent in my pool shorts and since Sam was smart enough to count 1 + 1 together, he tried to take advantage of the situation sitting down next to me. 

I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I knew my fate was sealed at this point. He lifted one leg onto the chair and dangled his foot with the slides right in front of me. I could clearly see how ripe his socks were from my position. “Something wrong, Doug? You need a cool down in the pool?” “Yeah. Probably.” I replied shyish. “Or maybe that’s what you want?”, he asked again, pulling off his slide and pressing it directly onto my face. All I could smell was his ripe foot odor. It felt so moist and salty on my lips, but I inhaled deeply with closed eyes. This was when I heard a click. Sam was shooting a photo of me with one of his green slides in my face clearly enjoying it. “And if you don’t want this to go public, it is time for YOU to clean that pool, boy.” I definitely felt trapped at this point. But what could I do? Slowly I got up from my chair while Sam took my place. “Oh wait a second.” He lifted his foot again and pressed his white sock against my face. “If you want more of this, be a good boy and obey. This will be a lot of fun. At least for me. But as I see correctly for you too.” He laughed and tapped my bulge with his sweaty socked foot. I saw that they were old socks before, but now I could clearly see he must have worn them for at least a week. They were very dark at the bottoms and had a strong scent.

And indeed it was a hot summer for the two of us. Sam made me his pool boy, bossing me around but always rewarding me with his slides, socks and feet at the same time. He definitely knew how to make me his addicted slave and took advantage of the situation. Getting paid by my father for doing nothing else than sitting at the pool and getting served cold drinks by me while I got used to his ripe foot smell which was getting more and more intense with every day.