From Pool Boy to Party Girl

By

B.J. Frazier

Copyright 2020. All rights reserved

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Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

About B.J. Frazier

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Author’s Note

This book contains gay, erotic fiction with graphic sex and is intended for mature readers only. If male-on-male sex is not your kink, please choose one of my other books.

My sincere and devoted thanks go to Thomas Antonson for his editing acumen and his uncanny ability to understand which word I really meant to use.

Please visit my website: bjfrazier.com

I know there are a lot of books for sale, and I thank you for choosing mine.

Happy reading,

~B.J.

Severe Content Warning: B.J. Frazier books contain *plots* and *well-developed characters*

Enjoy!

Prologue

“Your drink, ma’am... and there’s plenty more where that came from.” Miles winked at the teen in a rainbow bikini. But when he dared to look her in the eyes, he instantly transitioned from Rico Suave to Peewee Herman, and spilled her drink.

“Omigod!” she shrieked. “I just put on my sunscreen!” She wiped her hands on her towel. “And I can smell that this isn’t diet. Get me the right one, don’t talk to me and don’t spill it, and I won’t tell your supervisor!”

He nodded as he took the glass, then walked past Sebastian, who silently chuckled.

Miles was a scrawny fifteen-year-old who worked as a poolside waiter for the country club. His skinny legs swam in the loose-fitting, white shorts, and the peach Polo shirt hung on his under-developed torso.

“Hey, Miles, stop back here when you’re done,” Sebastian called as Miles passed with the new drink.

“Yes, sir.” Miles loved to wait on the man because he was nice and a great tipper.

When he delivered the new drink, he said, “This one’s diet, I tasted it myself. I... I mean, I didn’t taste your drink. Like, I took a sip from the spout before I poured it into your glass... just to be sure. I mean, not from the spout but from another glass. Because, like, I didn’t want any extra sugar to pass your lips. Not that you couldn’t have extra sugar. It’s just--”

“Omigod, just stop!” the girl’s friend interrupted. “Like, she told you not to talk to her, dude. Are you deaf or just an idiot?”

The explosion of giggles from the group of girls was deafening, and Miles looked like he got an instant sunburn. “I... I’m sorry,” he said to the one whose drink it was.

“Just go!” yelled the friend.

Miles held the serving tray against his leg and turned around, momentarily stunned.

Sebastian raised two fingers in rescue, and Miles half-skipped out of his embarrassment.

“Yes, Mr. Arbini?”

Sebastian waited until the boy’s eyes met his, and then he smiled broadly. Miles smiled shyly in response. “Trouble with the ladies, Miles?”

“What?” He looked over his shoulder. “Naw... no, sir. Just a little misunderstanding is all.”

“Mmm hmm. Well, don’t you worry about them. Little girls rarely know what’s good for them.”

“Yes, sir.” Miles didn’t always understand Sebastian but the size of his tips made comprehension irrelevant.

“Oh, shoot,” Sebastian began. “I need a man’s drink and you’re underage.”

“Mr. Arbini, you know I’m approved to serve alcohol, even if I can’t drink it,” Miles smiled.

It was how Sebastian always ordered his drinks... with an emphasis on Miles’ youth.

Sebastian was thirty-two, more than twice Miles’ age but not old enough to be addressed so formally. It was the country club’s rules, though, and Sebastian enjoyed the status. Plus, it made his nether regions stir when the boy smiled.

“That’s right.”

Sebastian shifted in his lounger and looked from Miles’ feet to his eyes. Miles repositioned the tray in front of his midsection. It always blocked his privates when he spoke with Sebastian. That, too, caused Sebastian’s nether regions to stir.

“Are you getting taller, Miles?”

“Uh, heh, I dunno, Mr. Arbini. My mom says I’m growing like a weed. But I dunno if that’s a good thing?”

Sebastian laughed. “Well, since you can’t prevent it, I’d say it’s a very good thing.”

“Thank you, sir.” Miles glanced nervously around the pool to see if any of his supervisors were upset and watching. Seeing none but still nervous, he asked, “What type of drink may I get for you, Mr. Arbini?”

“Too much chit-chat, I know. They really should relax that policy. But I’ll have a scotch and soda, Miles.”

“Yes, sir. On the rocks with a twist of lime.”

“That’s correct, Miles. You’re so good at knowing what I want.”

“I take my job very seriously, Mr. Arbini.”

Sebastian looked him up and down once more and smiled when Miles looked away. “Yes. I know you do. Don’t lose that work ethic, my sweet.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, don’t lose that work ethic, and stay sweet.”

“Oh. Right.”

* * * *

A year later, Miles traded sweet-talking the clients for crushing on his twenty-two-year-old co-worker.

“So, um, Michelle, I brought you a water, ‘cause, um, you need to remember to stay hydrated when you’re workin’.”

“Oh, thank you, Miles. You’re really thoughtful.” She used the straw while Miles watched, keeping the serving tray at his side.

“I know when I first started, it was bad if I didn’t drink, so,” he tried to continue the conversation.

“Yeah, thank you,” she said again.

Miles swayed. The club’s uniform looked better on her. He looked like he played dress-up with his father’s clothes.

“Well,” she said a bit too loudly, “I’d better get back to work.” She held out her glass, and Miles accepted it onto his tray. “I think that guy over there wants you.”

Miles followed her index finger and saw Sebastian. “Oh, yeah, he’s a regular,” he nodded.

Miles held up an index finger, and Sebastian nodded. He watched the boy place the glass in the bin. As Miles turned from the bin, he looked at Sebastian.

Sebastian was in his regular lounger, under the sun, in a bathing suit that made onlookers curious about its package.

Miles quickly moved his eyes lower. Sebastian’s legs were thick with muscles and covered in hair. In fact, his entire body was hairy. The boy caressed the man’s hair with his eyes and wondered what it would feel like to drag his fingers through it.

Miles shook himself to erase the thought and raised his eyes.

Sebastian’s torso was as thick and muscled as his lower half but hairier. His black hair dropped past his ears and curled at the ends. His skin was darkened from the sun, and his teeth were like spotlights through the facial hair.

Miles’ eyes grew wide when he noticed Sebastian was looking at him, too, and he tried to be discreet in shifting the tray to his midsection.

But Sebastian knew what he was trying to hide.

Chapter 1

Miles maintained his job with the country club through high school. Sebastian kept tabs on the boy until his eighteenth birthday.

“Happy birthday, Miles,” Sebastian greeted the boy when he arrived in the pool area, which was timed perfectly with Miles’ schedule.

“Oh, um, thanks, Mr. Arbini... but it’s Milos now.”

“Do you mean I’ve been calling you the wrong name for three years?”

“No, heh, but I kinda decided to try something different in adulthood,” he smiled shyly.

His body belied his age. He had stopped growing at five-eight, and his uniform didn’t fit him any better... except for his bum, which had percolated into a cute bubble butt.

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