“Okay. Try it. Keep your feet and legs together. And your hands. Off you go.”
Benjamin pushed off, concentrating on remembering and following all Clarke’s instructions. He felt his hands pierce the water, slicing their way through the silky liquid to prepare the way for the rest of his body. He surfaced, halfway across the other side of the pool.
“How was that?” he asked.
Clarke was clapping. “Well done, sir.”
Benjamin’s eyes dropped from his butler’s smiling face to the large bulge tenting the front of his Speedos. He grabbed his own erection and gave it a squeeze.
“Okay, my turn,” said Clarke before diving in once more.
Benjamin watched as Clarke entered the water with barely a splash, watched him spear past underwater before surfacing. On a whim, he launched himself at Clarke, gripping the man’s shoulders before hoisting himself up onto them and forcing the man back under the surface of the water.
“Hey,” said Clarke between splutters. “Not fair.”