Home Away From Home - 1. Chapter 1

“What’s the matter? The semester is almost over, why are you looking so down?”

“I may have to go part time next year. My scholarship only pays 50 percent and my summer jobs won’t cover the other fifty percent.”

“Summer jobs? How many jobs do you have?”

I have two, in the morning I work at a super market and then in the evening I work at a cabinet shop. What do you do to pay for your college or do your parents pay?”

“No, I work at a resort providing pool side service as well as special massages for certain clients.”

I knew what Chet meant when he said special services. I met Chet doing orientation my freshman year. He’s a very likable guy. During our freshman year, we shared a lot of classes and as a result became good friends. Many nights I stayed at his apartment doing homework and listening to his tales of conquest.

The following Monday, in study hall, Chet came in with big smile on his face. “You look like the cat that ate the bird. What are you smiling about?”

“How would you like to go with me and work at the same resort with me?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I talked to my boss and he asked if I knew of someone who would like to work this summer. Seems he has a full booking and needs the extra help.”

It took me 10 seconds to digest this information before I said, “Yes, in a heart beat.”

Over the next few weeks, Chet went into details about the job. Being a pool boy wasn’t a problem, but giving older women a massage, I wasn’t too sure. Chet gave me a few books to read on massages and let me practice on him. The week before we were to leave, he said that I gave better massages than he did. That put a positive smile on my face. I had informed my parents about taking the summer pool boy job explaining that the hours were better and the pay was very good.

I was excited as we drove to the resort in Chet’s convertible. I thought that the car must have belonged to his dad as it was very sporty and very new. When I asked him if his father knew that he took the car, he laughed. “This is my car. It was a gift from one of the resort’s customers.”

At first I wondered why a guest would give him a car. As he drove he began to explain a little about being a pool boy at this resort. Many of the guests are older women who use this opportunity not only to relax but also to get a special type of massage. When Chet said, ‘special massage’ I knew what he meant. He further explained that these women were lonely and wanted the company of a young man. The result, if you satisfied their fantasy, you would be rewarded with money and gifts. The actual pay as a pool boy was less than minimum wage but the tips were generous.

Arriving at the resort, Chet introduced me to the manager. The manager, Mr. Novella, explained the pool boy job, had me sign some forms, gave me 5 sets of uniforms and asked Chet to show me around. Taking my luggage and the uniforms I followed Chet to a small bungalow that was behind the resort. “This is where we’ll stay while here. The rooms have a small bath room with a shower. The building next door contains a laundry room and a small kitchen. There is also a ruckus room but it’s hardly used. I’ll give you a tour, then we can shower and change into our uniforms.”

The uniforms were simply shorts and shirts. Socks were ankle length and of course shoes with gripping soles to prevent slipping and falling on the wet pool skirt. Once showered and dress, I went to meet Chet. “Chet, why aren’t you wearing underwear?” You could clearly see the outline of his cock.

“It’s a subtile form of advertising. The women like to see what they are going to pay for.”

“So basically, we're prostitutes?”

“Well, that’s a crude way of looking at it. Many of these women are older and feel unattractive. Actually some of them still show a hint of how attractive they were when they were younger. By dressing like I do, I’m basically telling them, I still think they are attractive. But you are right, we are sexual masseurs. Some of the women just really want a massage and some want both. Is that going to be a problem for you?”

“No, I find all women attractive and especially educated women. I’ll just play it by ear and see where I go from here.”

“Good, go and change.”

Laughing I went back to my room and removed my underwear and redressed. Looking at myself in a mirror I was a little shocked at how well my cock was displayed. I wasn’t a tall person at 5 feet, 7 but I was blessed with my Italian cock which I inherited from my grandfather. Fully erect it measured 9 inches and was fairly thick. When I exited the room and met with Chet, he looked and I smiled at his reaction. “My god, how big is that thing?”

I laughed, “Big enough to get the job done.”

“I hope there are enough women around, otherwise, this will be a poor summer for me.”

“I don’t think you need to worry. You’re a very attractive man and I’m sure you’ll have many women wanting you.” I no sooner said that when this blond woman came up to him, kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear.

“I won’t be having dinner with you tonight. I have a massage appointment.” I started laughing and patted him on the back.

“See, I told you that you needn’t worry.”

Chet smiled as he realized that he was going to do all right. There were a total of 4 pool boys but of them all Chet was by far the better looking. I was introduced to the other two, but before they looked at me then looked at my crotch. One of the boys licked his lips. I made a note to mention this to Chet later on.