Summer is the start of the busy season for Neptune's Pool Service, owned by Pete Crawford. A new client, Corey Brennerman, captures Pete’s interest, if only because he seems attached to his cell phone 24/7. Corey is a serious workaholic. Pete remembers when he used to be like that, and he wishes he could do something about it.<br><br>Pete comes to Corey’s aid in a grocery store parking lot one evening and helps him catch the punk who tries to steal his cell phone. As a result, their relationship moves from that of client/hired help to cautious friends. When a Fourth of July party leads to a tryst, Pete is running scared because he thinks Corey is too stressed and vulnerable to handle anything serious right now. But Corey confronts him, and they work things out -- in the pool, naturally.<br><br>A death in the family brings them even closer together. Can Corey make some positive changes in his life? Could the relationship they’ve begun to build become something that might last forever?

Wading in Neptune's Pool

I looked down as I tried to calm my breathing. I watched as Corey pulled out his own hard cock, the tip weeping wet as he dragged his fist in a fast rhythm, his breath harsh as he panted hard and then shot, seed pumping onto my leg, the floor, and dribbling down his fist. It was amazing.


Dropping to the floor in front of him, I took his slick fist and licked it clean. Then I shared it all with him in a hot, languid kiss. A minute later, our lips still moving against each other, I said, “Yes, you can come live with me.”


Corey moved in the next day. The funeral took place a week later. It was well-attended, but I could tell people just came to see a spectacle. The only ones who might have felt anything at all for the man in the open casket were Corey and his lawyer.


The sale of all his father’s assets took about a month. During that time, Corey decided to sell his own house. I was going to miss sex in that pool. He also got rid of the Jag and traded down to a used Toyota.


Chapter 12