Ronnie the Pool Boy (Patreon)

Ronald was excited, and more than a little aroused, as he opened the package. This should shut her up about him being ‘too old’ or ‘out of shape’ for sex, he thought as he eyed through the contents slip from the box. It sure was a shit load of money. He had ticked all the boxes in the order form on the web site. All the extras. He got the money after all. And now, ten days later, he held in his hands a body suit that was all the things he was not.

A twenty-something, hot, tanned, tight and tatted body that should fit all his wife’s secret fantasies. Well, they had been married for almost thirty years, so they weren’t that secret. He knew how she looked at the young construction workers downtown and the delivery boys at her office.This one should fit right into that line up of barely employable, rough, masculine bad boys. At least according to the web site rendering. The mess of fleshy looking coverall he held in his hands looked nothing like that, yet.

The instructions were easy enough to follow. Undress completely, including any jewelry etc. Take a shower and clean the entire body using the body scrub soap in bottle A. Rinse completely, and immediately, without using a towel to pat dry, liberally apply the lube in bottle B all over the body. Then step into the suit, and once everything is in its proper place pull the zipper shut.

He had a final look in the mirror, all covered in glistening body lube. He could kind of agree with her that the pot bellied, pasty looking man in his fifties with thinning hair looking back at him wasn’t the stuff of erotic movies. Should he have gone for something more respectable, more permanent, to wear outside of the bedroom? Some sandy haired, chiseled wall street type in his mid thirties perhaps? Well, if this works well he could always buy another one.

He positioned the body suit on the floor and begun climbing into it, beginning with his right leg. Getting the toes positioned correctly was a pain, though not as hard as with his vibram shoes. Once both legs were in he pulled up the overall to his groin. The legs were tightly hugging him, but it didn’t look like he would have hoped. Just a bit more tan version of himself with tattoos. He worked his dick and balls into position. That part wasn’t tight, he reflected with a pang. Then he did the big move where he put his arms in the sleeves, like opera gloves and then pulled the front section up and over his head, like a reverse hoodie shirt. The head piece snapped on with a good fit, but what he saw in the mirror kind of disappointed him. It was the same old Ronald, with some lose extra skin with tattoos all over it.

Determined to see it completely on before passing judgement, he reached back for the string that was attached to the zipper, like a surfer wet suit. As soon as he started to pull the string he could feel everything tighten, like it was shrinking. It felt amazing, arousing, and a tiny bit scary. Not wanting to wait any longer he did a forceful pull and yanked the zipper to its end, and with a snap the string broke free. There was a tingling sensation all over the body, and a kind of heat that felt like it came from the suite.

Somewhat surprised he looked at the lose string in his hand and then back up into the mirror. “Holy shit!” He looked just like the order preview. Slender body, with some definition, and a young, handsome, yet oddly forgettable face. Even the voice was different. He ran his hand over his chest. He could feel it as well as if it was his own skin, perhaps even better. He felt jolt through his body as his cock started to grow to an erection very obviously not his real size.

This was an almost complete success. Not only did he look half his age, he felt like it. With one hand he started to fumble and feel around the back of his neck, where the string had snapped off. All he could feel was skin. It feel like the back of a normal human body. He went back to the instructions, but it had no information on this in the trouble shooting section. Then his eye fell on the contents slip again and he froze. Under the quality and durability section it said “PERMANENT”. Did he need to buy another one to not look like mechanic? Before he could contemplate that in more detail, he heard a scream behind him, swung around and saw his wife in shock.

- Barbara, calm down! It’s me. Ronald.
- Ronald? But how?

She still looked on edge, but at least wasn’t trying to hit him with something. He gestured towards the box.

- It’s a body suit.
- A what?

He decided to show rather then tell, grabbed her and gave her the most passionate kiss he’d given her in years. There was a second or two of resistance until she yielded and then slowly started to take part. It didn’t take long until her hands were exploring his body in greater detail than he had himself. Moving through the house he removed piece after piece of her clothing until they were both naked in the back living room, making out on the couch. I guess if your sexual fantasy stands naked in your hallway when you get back from work, it doesn’t take that long until your are into it. And she was really into it. From the couch to the patio to the pool house, where they finally collapsed after their most virile fuck of a decade. He wasn’t so much physically exhausted as he was emotionally drained, lying naked on the beach bed, watching her collecting clothes. Standing by the house she then turned towards him and shouted “See you next week”, went in and closed the door.

Confused he jumped up and ran to the patio door, only to find it locked.

- Hey! HEY! Unlock the door!
- Keep quiet, or I’ll call the cops.
- But I live here!
- The fuck you do. Your purpose here is to clean the pool, and the occasional fuck. You can stay the night in the pool house if you want, but I want you gone by dawn. I’m married after all, and people might start to talk.
- To me! You’re married to me!
- Find me a judge that agree. Until then it’s $15 per hour, once a week. Sweet dreams Ronnie.

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