The pool cleaner's machine, a sleek, modern contraption, hums to life as he approaches. He's been watching the pool boy all day, his tight trunks leaving little to the imagination. Now, with the coast clear, he activates the machine, its arm extending, beckoning him. He steps closer, his breath hitching as the cold metal touches his hot, hard cock. The machine milks him, slow and steady, building him up before pushing him over the edge, his cum splashing onto the clean, blue tiles.