I heaved myself out of the third pool of the day, and noticed Clark was sitting on the edge. He looked over the pool pleased with the results and gave me a small smile.

"Hi Tony! Is it done?"

I gave him the thumbs up. He'd seen me enough to know that cleaning out the filters tended to be nasty work and was appreciative of the job I did. Sometimes instead of using the pool tools to do the work of cleaning the sides and bottom of the pool, I'd simply dive in that way I could clean off at the same time.  I knew that he could hold his breath underwater indefinitely, as I'd seen him doing laps underwater, but I never let on. The guy was almost painfully shy as it was. No sense making it worse for him.

Lex told me about the first time they'd met. It had happened when Clark was 15 and living in Smallville with his parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent. It seemed hard to think of Clark that young, compared to the grown man who was now diving into the pool.  Lex said he'd hit Clark with his Porsche and instead of either of them dying they both had lived. And to top it off Clark had saved Lex's life. But I had always known it had to be something major to bring anyone this close to Lex.

I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, but I'd gotten the rest of the lowdown over the years. That happens in my line of work. You sort of fade into the background and hear all kinds of things. Anyway, when Clark got home that night his parents told him about his alien heritage. Unable to deal with the pressures of being a teenager and an alien, he did what any kid his age would do. He ran away. Clark was glad that he did. While he traveled the globe, working odd jobs here and there, he matured. He also discovered more and more powers. Only Lex Luthor could find a fucking alien for a fuck. It figured. No on earth would appreciate his loneliness.

Where was I? Oh yeah. Each time Kent left one town for a new one, he made sure to stop by a local church and ask them to please write a letter to his parents to explain he was well. In return, Clark would fix something that needed to be done for the church as a thank you. That's just the kind of guy Clark is. I bet Lex didn't think that kind existed. But my cousin Vinnie is like that too. It makes you protective of them, cause its so rare.

Anyway, before his folks could track Clark down he would leave town. In his travels Clark had learned over 6800 languages and had lived in over 200 countries. He'd also leaned the written form of 2, 261 of those. Clark Kent was probably the only soul on the planet that knew every language on Earth. Did I mention he's smart? Yeah, he sure is.  I don't think his brain is even wired the same as humans. Sometimes I see how smart the boss is and how he hides it too. I guess its something else they have in common.

This was yet one more reason that Lex was glad that Clark had left Smallville. The small town would have inhibited his growth in more ways than one. From what I've heard the Kent's were horribly naïve and old-fashioned. It sure explained how shy Clark was. Lex calls the Kent's "a Norman Rockwell family." If so, they aren't a true representation of the people of this planet. Even cousin Vinnie isn't that bad. But what they say about taking the boy out of the country is true. Clark kept feeling the pull back to Smallville.

Lex guessed that the answers Clark sought were there and perhaps even whole enchilada. You know, the home and sense of belonging Clark sought were there too -or maybe not. It had taken a lot of phone calls for Lex to get that through to Kent. For a long time Lex walked around just itching for the phone to ring. I really felt bad for the guy. Lex finally managed to convince Clark that it was time to head back, even if it was only for a short visit.

Thus Clark had made his way to the small city of Metropolis. At least I'm sure it was small compared to the other urban centers of the world. When Clark first showed up here I could see the flash of wistfulness that overcame him, like he wondered if he'd ever feel at home in any corner of this globe.

Damn there goes my alarm. It's time to change out the special pH tablet. Clark saw me going through the motions and saw it was time to head out.

To see Clark you'd never know he's the main squeeze of such a wealthy guy. The name on the door says it all, the guy is a Luthor. But Clark seems to just shrug it all off. It wasn't the world he's familiar with, and you can just see that. Lex has to fight him all the time to get him to change out of jeans and flannels. But sometimes I see Lex give him this look that says he's about to go on a Clark feeding frenzy, because he's wearing it. Those days, I leave a note that I'll be back later. They get pretty noisy.

Lex is an odd critter though. Even his pool has an odd design and color. The main tiles are purple, the accent tiles black and the shape of some comic book hero is imprinted on the bottom. Damn, I can never remember…. Ah yes – Warrior Angel. Apparently this is one of the few things they have in common. Sometimes Clark likes to read Lex's private collection out by the pool and Lex always pitches a fit. But I think Clark does it for that reason alone. It always drags Lex away from the phone or the laptop.

The maid who escorted him out to the pool is lingering at Clark's side giving him a seductive once over before turning to head back inside. I know that look. I've seen it many times before. If Clark wanted that woman, he could have her. But Clark preferred men. Or at least he preferred Lex.

I wonder how long this maid would last. Lex doesn’t like to share and he doesn't go for maids that give Clark the eye-fuck look. The last one didn't last a week. Maybe if she puts out for me, I'll pretend I didn't see it. It sure is funny as hell to watch her try to catch Clark's attention. He's so oblivious to women it could be a stand-up comedy. Then again I better just let Lex know. Hell, he'll probably give me a raise for it.

I'm going to dive into the pool to clean off. Once I felt better, I got out and now I have the feeling that someone was watching Clark again. It's funny how protective you can get over the guy. But he's like a puppy in a man's body. I guess its' kind of hard to explain really. You'd have to see it to believe it.

There through the curtains I saw it. Lex was watching Clark again. I could tell Clark saw it too. Funny how he never noticed women, but could almost smell when Lex got within fifty feet of him, how gay can you be? Yet, this part of the job is fun too. It's was time for Clark to tease.

Clark got out my seldom used long handled tools and put them together acting like he was helping me. Obviously the boss didn't know I'd done that part already. Clark made a great show of looking around and slipped out of his trunks. I pretended to bury myself in paperwork. This is a cushy job and I'm not about to lose it over looking twice at the boss' boy toy. That's probably why I'm still here. Yet out of the corner of my eyes I could see Clark stretching again, letting the sun glint off his sculpted, tan muscles and I would lay good money that Lex was drooling all over the glass doors while trying to look cool. This was one of their games. Boss is a born voyeur. It takes one to know one.

Here comes Lex now, strolling out of the penthouse. As always Lex looks like he owns the world. I'm sure he owns a sizeable chunk at least. But this is another part of the game. Clark is watching him like he's beauty in motion and exhibiting an animal magnetism that was making Clark's erection jut out.

I stood up and headed inside. But the boss isn't the only voyeur and from here I can look and not get canned. Those two are a perfect combination of sleek strength and magnetism. I'm pretty straight, but those two are worth a second look, especially when they get all fired up like this. Like the saying goes, "Straight? So's spaghetti until you heat it up." I guess I'm a case in point.

Clark was looking back seductively over his shoulder now, feigning surprise. I snorted. I think boss did too, but managed not to do it loudly. In return he was getting a look that clearly was taking inventory of his attributes. "I've never had a nude pool boy before." I heard the boss say. I rolled my eyes. This role playing game was getting old. Despite the heat of the day, Clark shivered.

"I wasn't expecting company. I'll put my trunks back on." Clark replied moving toward the piece of clothing making sure to poor Lex get a full view.

"Oh don't bother on my account," Lex is practically purring now. "But please tell me your name so I can ask to have you as our regular serviceman."

"Clark…Clark Kent." I have to give the boss credit. He managed to freeze in shock, as if he'd never heard this before.

"Of Smallville?"

Clark nodded. "Do I know you?" Lex cocked his head to the side as though he was thinking about whether he knew the name or not. I tried not to laugh as I filled out my bill for the day. It was an odd little game, a combination of getting rid of old pains and playing naughty to have fun. I wonder if that's how they deal with all their problems.

"My name is Lex Luthor. You saved my life. I was headed to my home in Smallville. I've wanted to repay you ever since, but when I found your parents’ house you were gone. For five years I had private investigators searching the globe for you. I don't believe this." Lex did a fake swoon and of course, Clark caught him. Just like all the times before.

Clark smiled; acting like this was the faceless man from his wet dreams. "It's me - in the flesh." I bit my lip to keep back the groan from the terrible pun." Now that you found me, what are you going to do to thank me?"

Lex grinned and pulled Clark toward him by his hips. He looked down in admiration at the smooth tanned skin pulled taunt over slender hips that perfectly accented the Adams Girdle. "I should tell you that I may just hide you away and never let you go."

"And I should tell you that I've traveled the world. I do have to make a small detour to Smallville, but have no intention of staying." Clark was working steadily at removing Lex's clothes as he spoke. His hands moved quickly; just with slightly more speed than a normal human could, not that the boss would care at this point if they were ripped off. God knows Lex is a clothes horse.

"Then I'll have to convince you," Lex purred stepping out of his pants and loafers before shaking his shirt off his shoulders with his trademark grace. Clark's standing back to admire the pale body before him and man they look great. I felt my own cock twitch at the picture and began to rub myself through my trunks.

"No hair? Anywhere?" Clark asks in mock surprise. I know I was surprised the first time I'd seen it too. Apparently it was something to do with meteor rocks. But Clark is pretty turned on by it. I see him running his hands over the boss all the time. Really I think it was for the best. From what I've heard his hair was the color of Carrot Top. Who can take that seriously in his world of shark eat shark?

"None, not that that is any stranger then being able to hold your breath longer than anyone else or rip someone out of a car like it was a sardine can," Lex commented continuing their play acting. "There must be either super-speed or flying involved too, because my investigators lost you in a blink of an eye from the reports I received." I shook my head. They were getting careless; someone might over hear them sometime and realize Clark really isn't from around here. Although if Lex doesn’t get to them, I have connections and will put out the hit myself – the poor guy must pay out a small fortune in blackmail fees each year. I've seen him write out the checks myself.

"Does it matter right now?" Clark was pressing his body closer to Lex licking a path from his ear lobe to the hollow at the bottom of his throat. I bit back a moan and slid my hand beneath my trunks.

"Not in the least," Lex muttered before closing the gap between them. It was sloppy, messy and noisy. Tongues, teeth and fingers were struggling for purchase; each trying to prove superiority over the other. Clark used Lex's ass as a handgrip and lifted him up easily with one hand, while with the other he coated his cock with his own spunk. A moment of fear crossed Lex's face. I would too if I was about to be shish-kebob on anything that big. Geez, the guy was hung like a fucking horse, but it was quickly replaced with pleasure.

Clark is also unnaturally limber, luckily for Lex. In a blur of speed that left my boss breathless, Lex was suddenly on his back over the wet bar. He screamed and shuddered as Clark's mouth swallowed his dick while Clark's cock slid home. My mind keeps telling me that this is more of the alien shit. It is just not possible to be deep throated and fucked at the same time. No one could bend like that. But I'm starting to lose the ability to be rational since my hand is speeding up. My cock is telling my mind to shut up.

The hard, fast fuck that followed drove any remaining logical thoughts from my mind. I watched Lex as his survival instinct came into play as he attempted to clutch desperately for a firm handhold on the bar behind him, only to discover it wasn't there. Looking down, he saw that they were at least a meter off the ground. OH yeah, this alien shit is hot.

There was Lex Luthor the big cheese of the city holding on to this old farm boy with his eyes pressed shut, trying to find some measure of safety in the rippling muscles under his hands. I moaned myself as the fear factor for my boss' safety combined with my own pleasure. Lex was suddenly howling through an orgasm the likes of which nobody fucking an earth guy had ever experienced in his wildest dreams. Clark roared his release like some wild creature before I saw cum seeping out between Lex's legs and felt it coursing through my fingers. I hope I brought a spare pair of trunks.

Yet I'm too far gone to give a flying fuck. And hell no, the boss is giggling. He only does that when Clark fucks him senseless. I cleaned myself up and I saw Lex opening his eyes once more to see an amused Clark looking down on him. The boss doesn't even seem to be aware that Clark was rinsing him off in the low end of the pool. Lex is giggling again and I realize he's finally been fucked silly. And he loves it. I know I loved watching. Clark looks happy too.

"Stay with me and do it again," I whisper knowing it was what was being said to Clark right now, undoubtedly with a lick to Clark's ear.  It's how they always end, going into overtime.

I know they'll be at it another hour or so, each having the best sex of their lives. And I know that Clark now knew this corner of the globe wasn't too bad after all, despite all the play acting. Maybe it wasn't Smallville, and maybe I'm getting sappy. But each time this happens I think the same thing- that for Clark, Lex was home - and nothing else mattered.

I'll get my tools back next time or maybe not. Who cares? Like I said it’s a sweet gig.

End