Latin Pool Boy

by Anonymous

A tight, revealing Speedo swimsuit had a tasty set of goodies
packed inside...

The sweltering desert sun, beating unmercifully on the pavement,
was reflecting shimmering waves of heat from the pool. Watching the
pool boy intently, I was fascinated as the drops of sweat cascaded from
his deeply tanned brow and fell gently on his hard muscled chest and
finally disappeared into the deep recesses beneath his tight, cock-
revealing Speedo.
He continued cleaning the pool while gla

ncing at my rapidly
swelling cock, now pushing out its uncut head above the waistband of
my boxer trunks. I smiled as he tripped on the pool hose as he became
engrossed at the sight of my big dickhead peeling out of its two inch
tunnel of foreskin.
Arranging my room key with the room number showing, I made
sure he saw it before I walked slowly to my room, my overheated rod
leading the way like an arrow on a road map.
Watching out the window, I saw him put away his pool equipment
and slowly approach my door. He didn't have to knock, as I had left the
door ajar.
It was only recently that I had become obsessed with Latinos and
lusty young southwestern Indians. Their toast-colored skin was
intriguing to me, especially when our hard bodies meshed together on a

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