The pool boy's here, my wife called upstairs as she left to shop. I already knew this. I was standing behind the curtain in my study fondling my cock while I watched him work. He was a skinny, wirey kid, no more than late teens, who'd taken off his t-shirt and was wearing just his baggy shorts. He had nice, flat, lightly muscled tits with small nipples. I finished getting nude and wondered whether to go down to the pool like that but decided to wait until he came for his money. When he knocked at the door, I opened it naked with a half-erection. He looked surprised but quickly collected himself. Come in while I fetch my wallet, I said. He was still topless. He followed me into the kitchen. I bent over to fish my wallet out of my jacket with my back to him knowing he would be able to see my asshole. Twenty for the pool, right?, I said handing him the bill. You know, you're really cute, I told him and caressed his breasts with the back of my hand. Just feeling the smoothness of his skin gave me a full erection. I took his hand and put it on my cock. Twenty more for a wank, I said. He didn't say anything, just backed me up very hard against the wall with one forearm across my throat, grabbing my cock in his fist. He wasn't gentle but I didn't want him to be. I cummed on the floor. He stepped back. I want 40, he said. I gave him the money. He jerked his head at the mess of the floor. You'd best clean that up before your wife gets back, he said as he left.