A Summer Romance (Patreon)

A short little period style story today. Writing these always reminds me of RA3BURN! 

All characters are 18+

"Put down your book and join me".

The words. The meaning. The invitation. It wasn't just a simple come and join me in the pool. It was more than that. I knew it and he knew it. The double entendre hung in the warm air as he emerged from the water, just his head, dripping wet and smiling at me, three feet closer to me than he was when he dove in.

"Come on" he pressed, rubbing his hands down his beautiful face, "it isn't cold".

The temperature of the water was not my concern. Mother sat on the balcony reading Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, though her eyes occasionally flicked up from the words on the pages and watched.

"I'm reading" I told him, though it didn't suffice and the young man pulled himself onto the edge and closed his hand around my ankle.

"You have nice feet" he said, and lifted my foot onto his wet thigh, where his white bathing suit had become almost transparent. His finger brushed down my sole and although I did my best to yank my leg away, his strength was far superior to mine.

"Stop it" I said, putting the book down and yanking again, but he held me in place and danced two of his fingertips up the underside of my foot. "William, I said stop it".

"Only if you join me" he grinned, and when I glanced back at Mother, she looked away.

"Don't be frightened" he told me, "I won't bite".

"I'm not frightened" I said, sounding like a pre-pubescent boy, "I'm reading".

He was quick. Quick and cunning, like a fox. The book flew through the air and landed on the grass ten feet away. I rolled my eyes, and he took my hand.

"Come" he said, another secret meaning. He knew it, and I knew it.

The water was indeed warm. It had been heated all summer by the endless sun, and especially today. It was the hottest of the year, and it was to be a scorching week. I stood there, allowing my arms to float on the surface, and my feet to rest against the tiled bottom. It was quite relaxing until William pulled down my shorts.

"Don't make a noise" he whispered, and disappeared beneath the water as I moved my hands and rested them on the ledge. Mother watched.

He was a fantastic swimmer. Apparently he lived near the sea back home, and had spent much of his childhood frolicking in it with his siblings. I could tell, he was very good. In fact, he was very good at a lot of things.

His mouth closed around my cock. Underwater blowjobs had become something of a favourite of mine, and there was something even more enjoyable about it now that we had an audience. She returned to her book, whilst unbeknownst to her, her youngest son was being pleasured by a man.

William took every inch of me as I hardened, and came up a moment later on the other side of the pool. Mother looked back, seemed content with the distance between us, and returned to her book again.

I listened to him breathing until he took a deep one and submerged himself once more. He swam beneath the surface, nestled under my legs, and sucked my cock again.

It was indeed a fine way to spend my summer days. Though, if Mother or Father were ever to cop onto the debauchery that was being committed right under their noses, I would surely find myself locked in the cellars until winter.

Another emergence for air, and then he returned and took me in his mouth again. His hand reached between my legs and his index finger pushed inside my rectum. He found my prostate almost instantly, for he knew my body well by now. He'd explored it countless times with hand and mouth. He rubbed the walnut sized gland until streams of sperm gushed into his throat and poured back out, rising to the surface like strings of milk.

The orgasm was difficult to hide, but I'd become good at being inconspicuous. William stood behind me now, with the pretence of teaching me to swim. Lord knows Mother had paid enough people to do it, so she seemed unbothered that the boy who she'd hired to keep the gardens was doubling as my swim teacher. Tripling as my lover.

"I like fucking you, Joseph" he said, holding my arms, and imitating a breast stroke, "but I like fucking you more when you can't even moan".

His words were a teasing reminder that Mother was watching from above. He grabbed his cock by the base and led it to my opening. We'd realised very early on that we were a perfect fit, so when William drove himself into me, it didn't even hurt.

"Would either of you like some lunch?" She called down from the balcony, and both of us declined as his cock tensed inside me.

Mother rang her bell and a petit girl of seventeen appeared a moment later to take her order. William took the opportunity to hold my hips and ram his rod deeper into me. It made my cock stiffen again, but this time it was sensitive and rather uncomfortable, so I ignored it and kept my eyes facing forward.

"I watched you playing with yourself this morning" he said, slowing down and pretending to correct my form as Mother began reading again. "Through your window".

"I know" I whispered back, "that's why I was playing with myself".

His hand slid into the water and gripped me. My sensitivity had wavered, so it felt good. Or perhaps it felt good because it was him.

"I don't want to go home after this" he continued, stroking me and fucking me softly. "My heart will surely break".

"I'll ask Mother if I can keep you" I mumbled, dropping my head back on his wet shoulder, closing my eyes against the burning sun and exhaling deeply. "Like a pet or something".

When Mother's Gruyère salad was served, William shoved me against the edge of the pool and drilled me with such force that the pool water began to swash around us and wash over the ledge, and I had to actively stop myself from moaning so loud that she'd hear.

He grunted, gasped and groaned and ejected his sperm deep inside me, adding to all the other loads he'd left there this summer.

"We could run away" he told me, backstroking away from me as I sizzled, "move to London, become lowly street urchins who spend their days pickpocketing the rich and fucking in dirty laneways".

"A romantic thought" I replied, reaching over and grabbing my book, dragging it toward me and reading, but not really reading, at the edge.

"At least your mother wouldn't eye fuck us every time we came within an inch of one another".

"Came" I smiled.

"You're a child, Joseph Tully".

I wasn't. Not anymore, but William brought out a fiendish side in me, and truth be told, the idea of him leaving when the summer ended, hurt me more than I let on. I'd fallen in love this summer, so deeply in love that I was drowning every time I looked at him.

"She'll never let you be happy, you know that" he continued, and it wasn't the first time he'd confronted me about it. "Where I come from, love is love".

"Where you come from" I said, not meaning to sound as harsh as I did, "the skies are thick with black clouds from the factories".

I heard the water splash and felt his movement in the ripple, he'd left the pool and I felt rather cruel until he appeared in front of me and smiled a devious smile.

"Are you missing something, Joseph?" He asked, and showed me my bathing suit, hanging on his finger.

"Give it" I said sternly, for I wasn't the least bit in the mood for William Walker's antics. "William, give it back, now"

He shook his head, took a step back when I swiped for his ankle, and grinned. "Come and get it".

"Mother is right there!" I growled lowly, and he shrugged.

"If she wants to spy, let her spy".

He didn't think I'd do it. He took me for an innocent little mummy's boy, and he'd said as much for weeks.

"Fine".

He watched as I pulled myself onto the edge. The sun felt quite charming against the parts that it rarely reached, and when I walked over to him as naked as the day I was born, William balled up my shorts and threw them back in the pool.

"You're a twat" I said, but there was no malice in it, he knew it and I knew it, and just like that, right under the sweltering summer sun. Right under the balcony. Right under Mother's nose, we kissed.

"Perhaps we should go to London" I smiled as our noses rubbed together and Mother gasped and began choking on her salad.