Food For Thought

~A/N: Written with the help of my b/f. Word Count: 1598. Please R&R for future chapter insight! ~

The light of the morning sun dawned through the translucent white veil covering the elegant windows of an off-white room with beige shag carpet, slowly illuminating two figures lying on a wood carved Victorian style four-posted bed. Motion began to surge through one of the figures, rolling around to glimpse at the clock radio to get his first bearings of the day. 'Eight-Thirty,' Alden thought to himself letting out a yawn before bringing his thoughts to a coherent rhythm. Alden looked over at the still comatose Lynn knowing he'd have to wait a while before getting a proper wakeup call from her. Sitting himself up for a moment his gaze met a window that over looked their backyard. Taking in a deep breath, he simply watched the cloudless crystalline sky; something that rarely if ever happened back where Lynn and he used to live. Alden leaned over and gave Lynn a kiss on her cheek as she let out a faint 'uh-huh'. Alden laughed to himself for a moment then grabbed his swimming trunks and head out to the pool.

Alden walked out back and closed the sliding glass door behind him, before making his way to the pool’s edge. He reached out as if to embrace the warm rays of the sun in his arms; he began to stretch his back, letting out a series of pops and cracks before letting his arms down and relaxing every muscle in his body. A cool breeze blew by and he took in a deep breath, inhaling the seemingly enchanting scent only a new day brings with each dawn. Savoring the sensation of the wind blowing across his bare skin he started to wonder why he didn't walk around in his navy blue swim trunks more often.

It was such a wonderful morning he wished that his wife was awake to swim with him. Closing his eyes he smiled at the thought of Lynn in her two piece bathing suit, that highlighted her small breasts and wide hips--A delicious shudder went through him as he felt himself growing hard. Too bad she wasn't a morning person.

Opening his eyes to plant his feet back in reality, he dove headfirst into the aquamarine water, letting himself feel the brief near-weightless feeling as his body splashed down into the water; Alden began to swim several lazy laps. With a slight elegant turn he flipped himself around in the water. Watching his reflection in the surface of the water slowly warp into the morning sky as he floated to the surface letting his mind wander... He remembered all the times he wanted to take Lynn to see the ocean, near where he grew up, the seemingly endless ocean, swimming to a forever horizon that you'll never meet. The thought of such never really bothered Lynn until Alden rented Jaws for them to watch. Somehow she formed a new resolve to stay out of the ocean. Away from the people and interruptions; to her it all seemed like an empty void--infested with sharks.

"Towel, sir?" Alden quickly snapped back into reality, looking up at the pool boy Eduardo, offering a white fluffy terrycloth towel. Eduardo was a young Mexican, with a good hard body. He was good natured, though a bit naïve (Lynn sometimes teased her husband about him running away with the pool boy; when she wasn't getting what she wanted; poor Eduardo was never the wiser).

"Senior?” Alden swam to the edge of the pool. Eduardo gazed down at him with his large doe eyes, holding the towel out in one hand.

"No, I won’t be needing one." Eduardo, ready to head back to his chores, began to stray off. "Wait. Lynn is still asleep and I could use the extra company." Eduardo gave a hesitant nod, as his previous employers never requested his company before. He sat on the very edge of one to the many fold-out lawn chairs placed strategically about the large backyard.

"So, how long have you been working here?" Alden asked, brushing the water out of his green eyes; more dripped from his hair, so he quickly gave up.

"Two years, senior." To Alden’s surprise his stunning Mexican accent sent an intense arousal through him. "Not including the time when the snow falls." Eduardo was quiet for a few minutes, twisting the corner of the towel in his deft hands. Finally, he spoke. “So how long do you and the wife plan on staying?" 'He looks so innocent,' Alden thought to himself with a wry smirk.

"Until August. Dave is letting us rent it while he and Linda go on holiday to Paris with the kids." They looked at the astonishing three-story house, with its Dorian columns, French windows and wrought-iron balconies. The stucco roof was beautiful against the blue sky. "Though personally I could stay here forever given the opportunity."

"And how does Senior find the help? Are they of your liking?" Alden’s attention drew to Eduardo once more; studying his face, the depths of his eyes, his pouty lips... then a whim crossed Alden’s mind.

"Well, to tell you the truth, Eduardo," he said slowly,” I'm not really sure. I haven't had time to properly get acquainted with them." Alden’s eyes narrowed on Eduardo. "As far as help goes, I've yet to see how well they obey orders."

"If there be anything I can do, Senior would please tell me."

"Maybe." Alden emerged from the pool, accepting the towel from Eduardo’s outstretched hand. He quickly brushed his face and hair before draping it over a second lawn chair. He glanced over at the young pool boy, hiding his smile. Eduardo was gazing at Alden’s body, narrowing his eyes slightly. Alden peeled off his swimming trunks simply before stretching out on the towel exposing his full nakedness to the morning air and the youngest member of his staff.

Eduardo shot to his feet. "I should go, Senior. I should not be here." Smiling wickedly for a moment Alden turned his head to look lazily at Eduardo.

"You said that I should let you know if there was anything you could do--" He nodded to his semi-rigid penis,"well, there you are." Eduardo's jaw dropped nearly to his chest.

"But, Senior, I do not like men." (Though it was hard to deny the bulge at Eduardo's crotch).

"Well that's good to know, but I don't recall asking if you liked men."

"But, Senior..." Alden rolled his eyes.

"Eduardo, look around--It's just you and me. And I know you've been watching me, trying to hide your excitement behind that towel in your lap." Eduardo's face went flush full of embarrassment; he had hoped Alden didn't notice. "Now, as I remember I gave you a job to do." Eduardo slowly got on his knees and cautiously licked his lips as excitement surged through his body. Alden felt his cock stir again, this time for the feeling of the young man’s lips to take him in. Alden gently stroked Eduardo’s tanned cheeks. "It’s okay. I promise that you're not going to hurt me."

Hesitantly, Eduardo leaned over, flicking the head of Alden's dick with his tongue. Keeping an eye on his employer’s reaction, he gripped the base and took his full member into his mouth as much as he was able.

Alden closed his eyes in euphoria, leaning his head back. He imagined his wife before him, her small breasts swaying as she bobbed her head sucking him off. He smoothed his hand down Eduardo's hair, gently massaging his scalp, keeping his arm in rhythm with the motion of Eduardo's dipping head.

Eduardo began to hum gently in the back of his throat, vibrating the head of Alden’s penis; the way he was taught, so long ago in Mexico to earn a ride into the southern part of California. Feeling himself growing hard, with his free hand he loosened the waist band of his shorts, and squeezed his weeping erection gingerly. He worked Alden with his mouth and himself with his hand. He moaned against his employer’s cock.

Alden hissed under his breath as Eduardo lightly dragged his teeth along his sensitized flesh. The pool boy alternated between using his warm mouth and the coolness and firm grip of his hand, between sucking, kissing, licking and squeezing. Eduardo could feel the muscles in Alden's body beginning to tense. His hand snaked around and cupped his tender balls and squeezed gently.

With a deep sigh, Alden came fast and hard into Eduardo's eager mouth. Taking in deep breaths, he gazed down at his servant through hazy eyes as he finished himself off with a shuddering moan. They shared a glance, before Alden stood and wrapped the towel loose around his slim hips. Smiling, he patted the sweaty black hair.

"Good, Eduardo. Very--good. See you tomorrow morning." Alden turned taking in the morning air one last time before retreating back to the house to see if his wife has awaken yet.

Eduardo watched his employer making his way to the house, feeling love blossoming in his chest for Alden Parker. He knew Alden would be a good employer to him, and fun to work for--and with.

The closing of a curtain in the upstairs bedroom window caught Eduardo’s eye. His heart began to beat faster than with orgasm. He knew Lynn had seen what he had done. Lynn had watched him giving fellatio to her husband. He was through; he just knew it. He ran to the pool house in embarrassment and slammed the door behind him.