Here is an excerpt from my story
Pool Boy-by Lily Sawyer
Part of the Wicked Watchers: Looking at the Lads anthology
(ebook)
AMulti-authorM/Manthology from the writers of Wednesday Briefs, who bring you prompt induced Flash fiction every Wednesday. Bigger Briefs is an anthology we began to showcase our slightly bigger briefs. Er, flash fiction. We invite you to take the journey with us!
Haveyoueverhad the feeling you're being watched? Sometimes, watching can be naughty. And nice. Seven erotic stories from of those who are spied upon, and those who do the spying. You might be surprised to learn who has their eye… on you…
Pool Boy-by Lily Sawyer
Blurb:
Whathappenswhen a Hollywood pool boy crashes a private pool party between an A-lister and his sexy partner? He becomes privy to something the tabloids would pay big bucks to know.
Excerpt:
Harold Previn, or Harry as most people called him, was one of those few people that could admit to loving their job. He was a pool guy. Sure, it wasn't glamorous; it might even be considered cliché. But Harry loved working outdoors and how many people in his shoes got to see how the other half lived?
Today he was working at the home of a new. Situated in the Hollywood Hills, the mansion was owned by a gay couple—one was an agent and the other an actor, one of the few who was out of the closet
Normally, he didn't interact much with customers, other than a quick hello and then out back to the pool to do his job. "It's pretty hot out." It blew Harry's mind that Jonathan Gilchrist, one of Hollywood's A-list actors, actually addressed him.
"Yes, Mr. Gilchrist, it sure is." Harry spent so many hours under the sun, he made sure he applied suntan lotion on his fair skin, and wore a baseball cap.
"How about a bottle of cold water?"
Before Harry could utter a word, the actor had disappeared inside the home. His first impression of the man was that he looked better in person than on screen.
Granted he'd only gotten a brief glimpse of him just now,and Harry did mean brief, as in the tight, blue swim trunks he wore and nothing else. He went back to skimming the pool, angling the long pole so he could get all the leaves off the bottom.
"Here you go, uh, what's your name?"
"It's Harry, Mr. Gilchrist." He put the pole down on the pool deck and took the proffered water. His fingers brushed against the actor's; he felt his skin tingle and his cock twitch.
"Thank you."He took a long swig of the cold beverage. What he really needed was a cold shower, or to have a bucket of ice water dumped on him to douse the fire this man just ignited. Jonathan Gilchrist looked like he was in his early thirties.Short, dark hair that was kept neatly combed—he probably used hair gel—blue eyes that Harry could easily fall into, and a muscular chest; the man definitely worked out. He had a treasure trail Harry wouldn't have minded following.
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First Time Voyeur by Victoria Blisse
Roommates by Julie Lynn Hayes
My Lucky Night by A J Jarrett
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