It Was The Pool Boys' Fault
"You know," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You're pretty cute for a straight guy."
I had just arrived home from college for the summer, and I was looking forward to a few months of relaxation before heading back to school in the fall.
As I walked around the back of the house, I saw him for the first time.
Lucas.
He was the pool boy, and he was cleaning the pool in nothing but a pair of tight swim trunks. I couldn'…
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