Tom Goofing Around

Tom Goofing Around 

An alien abduction #EthicalMemes

If you can’t arch your back, are you even ready?

Suburban Dad Peter and the Pool Boy

Peter loves his husband. Chris Argent is the love of his life, this is a simple fact that Peter has never been able to deny…Okay that’s a lie. Before he and Chris got together Peter denied that he wanted Chris. It took Peter two months to get over their mutual hate and realize that it was unresolved sexual tension, it took them another 3 months of hate sex, rough fucks, and quickies that left Peter walking funny and his throat sore, Chris’ nipples tingling and his back colored with reddened  lines from Peter’s nails to realize that they both liked each other, two weeks of tenderly making love before Chris finally asked Peter on a date, and then after three months of courtship the two finally tied the knot by eloping. All in all Peter doesn’t regret a single second.

However he’s bored.

Peter had never thought he was going to be a house husband in the suburbs. And for the first few years of he and Chris’ married life he wasn’t. He was a talented lawyer and Chris was an arms dealer and they traveled all over the world…However when Victoria, Chris’ ex-wife died they took Allison, Chris daughter in, and moved to a nice house in the suburbs, one of them remained at work (Chris) and the other stayed at home to take care of the household, (Peter). He never regretted it, he loved Allison like his own, and they even had a second daughter named Malia, whom he loves dearly, because he loved being at home with them. its just….Allison is taking a few summer courses in College (they are so proud of her) and Malia is at a wilderness retreat for a week. Peter had thought that he and Chris would spend the entire week naked, fucking, re-christening the furniture and rooms of the house but he was called away for a last minute conference…in Milwaukee, for a few days. So, he is bored.

What to do though? The thought keeps crossing Peter’s mind. 

Unsure of what to do with his time, Peter strips his clothes off, grabs a towel from his bathroom, wraps it around his hips and makes his way to the backyard, he might as well sunbathe and then swim. After all, he and Chris had outbid quite a few couples because of the backyard, it was large, with seven foot walls that gave privacy and a large beautiful pool.

Before Peter can unwrap his towel and lounge in the sun to tan he hears a clang from the backyard. Peter quickly makes his way outside and sees some pool equipment, skimmers, and vaccums and other chlorine tablets on the floor.

“What is going on back here?!” Peter yells, though he knows the answer.

The Pool boy looks up from his mess, he’s a cute thing, a tanned body in a tanktop and board shorts, his feet in a pair of ratty flip-fops. He smiles at Peter is with a lopsided grin, and a slightly crooked chin.

“H-hey, Mr. Argent. I’m here to clean the pool.” The teenager looks Peter up and down, obviously liking what he sees if the blush on his cheeks is anything to go by, Peter really looks, the towel around Peter hips seems to be hanging even lower with the boy’s wide eyed stare. Well, Peter thinks. Goodbye Boredom. “I’m Scott.” He holds his hand out to shake.

“Hale,” Peter corrects. “I kept my last name.”

“Okay, Mr. Hale.” 

“But you can call me Peter.” Peter adds with a wink as he accepts Scott’s hand for the shake. Peter notices that his hands have some calluses, despite his youth the boy is familiar with hard work.

“Oh, okay, Mr.-Peter.” Scott tries out the name and nods. “I’m going to get started on some skimming then move on to vacuuming. 

“Go right ahead.” Peter smirks, knowing how to play this out. “I’ll be out in a moment to sunbathe, If you finish early, go ahead and take a dip.”

“Okay sir, thank you.” With that, Peter goes back inside to grab a pair of sunglasses, he needs to be able to see Scott’s reaction without the teenager knowing he’s looking. When Peter steps back outside Scott’s back is to him, the boy has taken off the tanktop exposing smooth tan skin over lithe back muscles. Peter removes the towel from his hips and spreads it out over a lounger, Scott is turned away from it. Peter lays himself along the lounger, hands behind his head completely nude, he feels the sun’s rays heat his entire body. It takes less then a minute before Scott notices. 

“Mr. Hale!” Back to ‘Mr. Hale’ it seems. “Wh-what are you?” From behind his mirrored lens of his sunglasses, Peter watches as Scott’s eyes travel his entire body. Peter feigns nonchalance, despite this being the exact reaction he wanted.

“Hmmm?” The hummed reply makes Scott think that Peter’s eyes are closed. “What do you mean Scott? I’m sunbathing. I told you I was going to.”

“But…but why are you naked?” Scott asks in a scandalized whisper. Peter feels like a cat playing with prey.

“Scott, look at me.” At the invitation Scott looks, a blush on his cheeks, and tent in his swim trunks. “Do you see any tan lines?” Scott waits a few beats before answering, part in due to looking at Peter and taking in the sexy sight before him and partly because he wasn’t sure if that was a rhetorical question or not.

“No sir, I don’t”

“This right here is exactly why.” Peter gestures to his body with a flourish. From the tent in Scott’s pants Peter, bets that Scott is going to be amendable to his suggestion. “You can try it if you like.”

“W-what?! I-I” Scott looks around at the fences. Peter smirks, the boy is considering it.  Peter cuts him off.

“No one can see you back here, don’t worry, it’ll be out little secret.” Scott looks around the backyard, double checking, and then nods to himself. He pulls the string to his board shorts, to him it feels like an eternity before the knot unties. With a swallow and nervous butterflies, Scott pushes down his swimsuit. His hard cock slaps his stomach, the puddle of fabric lays at his feet. A cool breeze blows across his ass, and the sun heats his hard cock…he could get used to this.

“It feels good doesn’t it?” Peter smirks, spreading his legs to enjoy some of the breeze on his balls but also to give Scott a good look.

“Yes sir, it does.” Scott seems preoccupied with his newfound freedom but with a quick cough from Peter the boy gets back to work. If only Chris could see what Peter is about to play with…the other man would be so envious! Scott’s lean but he’s certainly packing muscle, he skin is tanned, though below his waist is a couple shades lighter. His abs are defined lightly, no hair, his pubes shaven. And a rather curvy ass. Peter smiles, watching Scott’s young muscles as he works on the pool. Peter reaches under the lounger and pulls out a bottle of baby oil. It’s a cheap tactic but an effective one. He pours the oil onto his palm, rubs it between his two hands and begins to apply it to his body, he starts with his arms, and then moves on to his chest. Peter is proud of his body he works hard for his pecs and he makes sure to massage and love them as he applies the oil, they glisten with each pass of his hands, he gives extra attention to his nipples, tweaking them until they stand hard. His cock gives a minimal twitch.

Scott is looking. Peter moves onto his abdomen, slowly he drags his fingers along the ridges of his hard stomach, together the frame his navel as he moves them lower until the reach his waist. Peter moves his hands along his thighs, then moves them back up, parallel with his navel and then back down. The warm glide of his hands as the move across his skin coupled with the breeze gives his skin goosebumps and hardens his cock. Peter applies the oil to his cock and balls as well, he’s a bit. perfunctory with them in comparison to his treatment of the rest of his body but…Scott trips over his own feet and drops the skimmer as he does.He works on his legs making sure to flash his balls and ass to the pool boy. He can see beads of precum gather at the tip of Scott’s cock.

“Scott?”

“Y-yes!” Scott’s voice cracks as he pulled out of his trance of staring at Peter.

“Could I use your help to apply oil to my back?” Peter doesn’t wait for a reply, he simply turns over, making a show of it, and lays on his front. Peter can’t see Scott from this position but he knows the young man is going to help. Scott casts a small shadow over Peter as he grabs the oil. The boy is tentative in his motions but he soon grows bolder. Scott’s hands caress Peter’s back muscles, they slip across and grope gently at them. When Scott reaches Peter’s waist, the hands gently sit there. Peter can tell Scott is about to ask permission to go lower. He opens his mouth to give Scott the okay, when he feels those slightly calloused hands move downward, cupping the curve of Peter’s cheeks. Peter’s is pleasantly surprised at Scott’s boldness and he lets out a moan to spurn the teenager on. Scott gropes harder, squeezing the tanned, muscled orbs in his palms, and Peter feels his own cock leak at the treatment. Then, their’s a loud slap against his ass as Scott brings his hand down on the middle of the cheek. Peter lets out a surprised but aroused gasp.

“Mr. Hale, Peter, your ass is…its amazing.” Peter feels himself getting lost in the feeling of Scott feeling him up and then. “Slap” The impact on his ass, ratchets his pleasure higher. “Can I Please?” Peter nods, before he even knows what Scott wants. But he feels it. The head of Scott’s bare cock sits at Peter’s hole. The feeling of a hard cock at his ass has Peter completely forget that condoms are a thing he should be making this boy use. But it’s too late because Scott shoves his cock inside. The intrusion is fast, unpracticed, and only the head has breached him but Peter can’t help but moan. It’s a good thing that Peter is used to taking a large cock, as Scott’s is big for a teenager.

“Scott,” Peter is able to form words, lucky for him.

“Yes, M-Peter.”

“Have you ever fucked a man before?” Peter looks back and sees a blush cover Scott’s face.

“I’ve never even…”He leads off.

“You’re a virgin?” Peter can’t believe his luck, he is going to train this boy on how to fuck like a goddamn champion. “Alright, we’ll talk about that more later, but for now I want you to lube your cock with a little more oil and then I want you to fuck me.”

“Yes, sir!” Scott is quick to comply. The boy fucks like a virgin, no finesse, no pacing himself, no technique. He simply jack rabbits his cock into Peter’s ass, But he fucks like a teenager in all the right ways too. Boundless energy as he pistons his cock inside Peter. Peter leaks precum as Scott is relentless as he fucks the older man. Peter wishes he had set up a camera or something so he had something tangible to show Chris when he got home. The sensation of Scott’s cock is amazing but Peter knows if he could just shift his hips some than Scott would be rubbing against his prostate with each thrust, so he does just that.

“Oh Fuck!” Peter yells as his prostate is assaulted with teenage fucking. Unfortunately like a teenager, Scott comes much too soon. Peter can feel his disappointment as Scott grinds his cock inside of him, making sure his come goes as deep as possible. “Seriously? YOur done already.”

“I’m sorry Peter, your just…really amazing. You feel so good around my dick.”

“Thank you Scott but I was just hoping to cum while being fucked is all…” Peter grimaces as he feels Scott’s softening cock leave him empty.

“I have an idea, turn over.” With not much to lose Peter does as he’s asked. “Can you pull up your legs, please?” With a roll of his eyes he complies. Then he feels it. A hard blunt pressure on his hole. And then it goes in.

“ Holy shit!” Peter looks between his legs and sees a smiling Scott who is working the handle of the skimmer in his ass. Scott keeps grinning as he watched Peter’s cock twitch each time he shoves the end into Peter’s stretched hole. Scott feels his cock twitch in interest as his come covers the handle as it goes in and out of Peter. Scott bends down and licks it, his tongue travels along the handle and then on Peter’s rimm and finally up to his balls. This seems to be the right thing to do as Peter sprays his cum all over his chest and abs. Peter sits panting, spasming as Scott continues to work the handle inside of him. Peter catches his breath and finally stops him.

“Scott are you working tomorrow?” Peter asks.

“No, its my day off.”

“Good, come over for a swim. And leave your suit at home.”