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Maturing Attraction
A New Poolboy
Looking impressive there, jock.
“I’m flattered, Coach, but most days I’m already working an internship that might help me land a job after college.”
“Thanks, Coach, I just wish I had time to play more. What brings you to the park today?”
Well, one of My buddies is looking for a new poolboy… and I think I just found him.
“I’m flattered, Coach, but most days I’m already working an internship that might help me land a job after college.”
Is that so, jock? Do you like it?
“I guess so, Coach, though they are working me pretty hard.”
You could have a much more relaxed schedule that lets you come out here much more often.
“I mean it’s hard work now, but someday it’ll be worth it, right? And wouldn’t I have to do work as a poolboy too?”
There will be plenty of times when My buddy is working his own job, and your duties won’t take that long. And working out is part of what will be expected of you in your free time, and this is some great cardio out here the way you play.
“What industry is he in? Maybe it would be worth checking out if it helps me make connections, Coach.”
Well, I want you to think right about this for a moment. Is such a career where you are left working long hours and stressing right out really how you want to be left spending the rest of your life? Or would you rather be left being able to enjoy the simple pleasures you crave deep down, such as time spent right outdoors playing frisbee or anything else you are left loving to do. And deep down, you know this would not have to be left permanent but you could be left how you are left enjoying it for a summer, all you have to do is let me train you right for the position that I think you already are beginning to desire deep down.
“Yes, Coach. A session with you would be good.”
Lusting for a Fit DimWit
Ever since Martin had decided to enlist the help of a lawn service, he could not get the man who had come to mow his lawn out of his head. Martin had normally dated other successful men closer to his age, and in fact acted a bit snobbish towards laborers and the working class. Yet the sight of Santiago sweating as mowed the lawn had left him getting a bit sweaty himself. He simply could not help but lost over the inked-up stud as he spied on Santiago. To think, he initially wanted to be at home to ensure the new hire did not attempt to steal anything, but now Martin felt foolish to think such a wonderful man would be a criminal. Sure, he thought it was strange that Santiago played music out loud while he worked, wondering how Santiago could even hear the music over the mower – normally the workers wore headphones.
To think, he initially wanted to be at home to ensure the new hire did not attempt to steal anything, but now Martin felt foolish to think such a wonderful man would be a criminal. Sure, he thought it was strange that Santiago played music out loud while he worked, wondering how Santiago could even hear the music over the mower – normally the workers wore headphones.
But any initial annoyance about the music playing soon turned to curiosity about the young man. That curiosity turned from merely admiring Santiago’s physique to outright fantasies involving him. He still found excuses to stay home when he knew the yard was going to be worked on, but now it was to secretly jack off as he imagined getting to fuck the hard-working hunk. Martin had not been as discreet as he thought, and Santiago knew his plan was working. He took off his sweaty shirt and approached the older gentlemen for a kiss. His natural scent permeated the air, turning Martin on even more. Martin couldn’t believe this young man was into him, but the passionate kissing convinced him that this could be more than a sexual fantasy. Martin did not know that Santiago had wanted to become one of Coach’s FitDimWits, or that he had been trained by Coach to do this.
He took off his sweaty shirt and approached the older gentlemen for a kiss. His natural scent permeated the air, turning Martin on even more. Martin couldn’t believe this young man was into him, but the passionate kissing convinced him that this could be more than a sexual fantasy. Martin did not know that Santiago had wanted to become one of Coach’s FitDimWits, or that he had been trained by Coach to do this.
From Bully to Bulldog
The New Park Ranger
The Sports Agent
Through the Hoops to Score
Visit from An Old Friend
Flashback Friday: Lost & Found
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Caleb wasn’t entirely sure what had led him to pack a bag and hit the open road that day. He felt like he simply needed to go on a hitchhiking adventure, but yet he also felt like he had to go down a certain road instead of stand near a highway with more traffic. It was as if a part of him felt lost, yet a voice deep inside of his head was telling him exactly where to go.
And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!”
He wondered why he kept telling them that when he knew deep down he was meant to hitchhike, but none of them felt right. One was a trucker that seemed like he’d probably want a favor. Another, a mom with some noisy kids. None felt like someone he wanted to hop in with.
It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortably enjoy being outdoors.
More vehicles stopped after this, but he continued to politely decline and insist he was on a walk. Yet any time he tried to think about why he was there or if he should go home, his mind started to become fuzzy.
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The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides?
Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He immediately began to feel optimistic that this would be that one, as something about that music made him feel safe.
Why was his mind still muddled though? Why did that music call out to to him? He needed to know why it sounded so familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.