Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2006 02:54:32 EDT
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Clubhouse Towel Boy  Part 13

Club House Towel Boy
(My First Summer Job)
By L. Ray
 
All of the usual disclaimers apply: This story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between teen aged boys and other teen aged boys, as
well as between teenaged boys and adult men. If this type of material is
illegal in your area, city, state, province, country, etc. then don't
read it. If this type of material is offensive to you, then you shouldn't
be here in the first place so leave now! If you read this story, please
feel free to let me know how you liked it at adama1416@aol.com All email
is read, sincere emails will be answered, while flamers will happily be
filed to drawer 13.
 
Preface;  When I was a kid, my Mother and Grandmother encouraged me to
keep a journal of the things that I did from day to day. I look back on
those journals from time to time, and some of the things I did when I was
younger amaze even me. But with some of it, I have to wonder how I ever
kept from getting caught and having my ass beat with my Dad's belt. I am
glad that I kept those journals, but I am even more glad that no one ever
found them and read them!
 
Back in the early 60s kids, boys especially, could get jobs at a much
earlier age than they do now. What ever child labor laws there were, were
seldom, if ever enforced. Some of the things that might happen to a young
boy in the workplace back then were definitely against the law, but if
the boy enjoyed what he was doing, as I did, then who really got hurt?
Remember Guys, this was a long time ago, and things have changed a lot
since then. Please play safe! Always wear a condom!
 

Part 13
 
The last week of July was the hottest week of the summer so far.  The 
pool was busy all the time, but there seemed to be less and less men on
the golf course, as the temperature continued to rise.  I would be
leaving on Sunday for a week at Band Camp at General Butler State Park
outside of Carrolton.  There would be 12 different high school bands
there for the week, which would end with a marching band competition on
Friday and a combined band concert on Saturday.  I was hoping to be
pretty busy this final week before band camp but on Wednesday afternoon,
it wasn't looking very promising.
 
It seemed there were only a handful of golfers on the course on Wednesday
for the entire day, but Thursday morning was a whole different story. 
When I got to the club the parking lot was full and there were cars and
vans parked all up and down the road leading to the clubhouse.   There
must have been nearly a hundred men and teenaged boys in the locker room
dressing into golf clothes.  I decided to over stock the showers, sauna,
and locker rooms with towels so there would be no chance of getting
behind.  As I entered the laundry to get a cart of towels Simon told me
to go see Mike before I did anything, so I turned and headed for Mike's
office.  As I knocked on the door Mike said to come in.
 
"You wanted to see me Mike?"  I said as I entered the office.
 
"Yes Red, we have a big tournament today and tomorrow and I've assigned
Joseph to do your towels today.  I want you to be available to come out
to the course to bring cold drinks to the golfers all day, if that's ok
with you."
 
"Sure, anything you want Mike.  But are you sure Joseph will be able to
handle it by himself?  I mean, there's a lot of golfers here today."
 
"If he gets into a bind, you can give him a hand, but I want you to
concentrate on keeping the coolers on your cart filled with soft drinks
and beer. It's just going to be you and Jerry running drinks. Can you
handle that for me?"
 
"Yes sir, I sure can."
 
"Oh, and I'm having a party tomorrow night if you are available, I have a
special request for you and Nick to be there."
 
"Cool, is it a themed party this time?"
 
"Yes, but I'll fill you in on the details tomorrow.  You won't be the
only boys there, I promise.  Now you can head out to the shack while they
finish loading your cart with drinks, and you'll need to make your first
run out on the course at about 10:00, you should go out to the ninth hole
and work your way back to number one.  If anyone wants a drink, they'll
flag you down."
 
"Sounds good, I can't wait till the party, and I promise, I'll do a good
job today."
 
"Good boy, now get out of here and head for the shack."
 
I left Mike's office and decided to cut through the caddies locker room
to the shack.  I had never seen so many caddies at one time in the shack
before.  There must have been sixty or more of them, all waiting their
turn to  be called out to caddy for the golfers.  Randy was running
around with his clip board making sure that every caddy who was supposed
to be there was, and sending caddies out to meet their assigned golfers.
 
Jerry popped in and found me.  "Your cart is just about filled up.  Soft
drinks are a quarter, and you have to pour it from the bottle into a
paper cup.  Beer is fifty cents, and the same thing, you pour it into the
paper cups.  They can't keep bottles on the course no matter what."
 
"Got it." I said.
 
"Now, let's get over to the carts.  You're not going to believe what
they've done to your cart."
 
We walked out to the cart area and I saw that my cart had been changed a
whole lot.  There were four big metal Coleman coolers fastened to a
board, which had been fastened to the back deck of my cart, and Jerry's
cart was fixed up the same way.  There was a box of paper cups on the
passenger seat, and a sign on each cooler telling if it was beer or soft
drinks with the price underneath what it had  in it.
 
"We're going to be making trips every half hour.  You'll make the first
trip, then when you get back in, I'll head out.  This afternoon, we'll
both be out at the same time, but to refill our coolers all we have to do
is come back here.  There are two guys who will keep us filled up with
drinks and ice.  There's an opener hanging from the mirror.  We've got
about an hour until you make your first run, so if you want to, we can go
have a little fun."
 
"I can't think of anything I would rather do at the moment Jerry.  I've
been wanting another chance at that cute little ass of yours." 
 
"Let's drive our carts over to the barn.  That way, we'll be where no
body will bother us, and you can make your first run from there."
 
"I'm right behind you buddy."
 
We got to the barn and quickly entered, taking off our shirts as we went.
As we got out of our shorts and jocks, we were startled by a noise on the
backside of the barn.  Jerry put his finger up to his mouth, indicating
that I should be quiet, and we crept to the other side of a huge stack of
boxes.  As we peered around the boxes, there was Harry, the greens
keeper.  He was shirtless, working on one of the big lawnmowers that he
used to keep the greens neatly manicured and his large hands, forearms
and chest were covered in grease and grime.  His  chest was broad, with a
lot of hair that seemed to lay against his sweaty chest in swirls.  His
dark nipples looked to be the size of quarters and very dark colored.  I
followed the hair down his abdomen, to the waist of his jeans, which were
open at the waist, revealing part of the carpet of hair that surrounded
his more than ample cock.  I instinctively moved my hand to my ass cheek
as I remembered the feel of that huge cock going in and out of my ass,
and my mouth began to water as I thought about having it in my mouth and
throat.  As we started to turn and go back to the other  end of the barn,
Jerry must have nudged one of the big boxes and it hit the floor, causing
Harry to look up from his work.  He immediately smiled upon seeing us
standing there in nothing but golf shoes and socks and began to stand,
rubbing his rapidly filling cock as he rose.
 
Harry came over to us and motioned for us to move back around to the
front area of the barn, placing a big greasy hand on each of our necks,
guiding our movement.  When we got to the big bed, he pushed Jerry down
onto his knees, and motioned for me to sit on the side of the bed.  Jerry
didn't need any further encouragement or instruction as he opened Harry's
pants the rest of the way and began pushing them down his meaty legs.  He
seized the big cock, sucking it deeply into his throat.  
 
I stared as the muscles in Harry's legs rippled with each subtle movement
of his body, watching the cords flex and bulge.  I remembered the force
that he used to push into me in the shack the morning of Ron's exhibition
on the table and was imagining how much more force those legs could put
into fucking with you laying on your back.  I was suddenly brought back
to the reality of the moment as Jerry stood up, climbing onto the bed
behind me and lowering my head and back to the mattress.  Harry lifted my
legs, then spat into his hand and worked it into my hole, as Jerry
positioned himself over me.
 
Within seconds, I felt the huge uncircumcised head probing at my hole, so
I took a deep breath and pushed down on my sphincter muscle as the nine
inch cock slid easily into me, all the way to it's base.  Once Harry was
in, I looked up to see Jerry's cock only inches from my mouth so I raised
my head and sucked it in, forcing Jerry to drop his hips a little to make
it easier for me to get to.  I raised my hands and used one to play with
his full teenaged balls while the other hand began to probe at his
rosebud  which was only inches from my eyes.  I watched a rivulet of
sweat inch it's way down Jerry's crack and used my finger to trace it's
path and then push it into his hole as I buried the finger to the  first
knuckle.
 
Harry was making long slow strokes in and out of my own ass while I toyed
with  Jerry's.  He had hold of my legs at the top of the thighs, as he
pulled me onto him with each of his forward thrusts, and I could feel the
bulbous head hitting something way up inside me each time he bottomed
out.  As his thrusts became more and more forceful, I imagined the cords
of his leg muscles flexing and relaxing with each movement of his
powerful hips, which made me just that much hotter.  I had already made
up my mind that this fuck was much better than my first encounter with
Harry, because it was less hurried, and I was feeling all of him as he
fucked into and out of me.  I mentally compared Harry's cock to Mike's
and though Harry came up short, it was very close, in fact, by the way it
felt inside me, I figured it to  be less than an inch shorter, and only
half as big around, but it was still huge by any standard.
 
I was feeling my own orgasm building when Harry almost doubled the speed
of his strokes into me.  Those feelings encouraged me to suck all the
harder on Jerry's cock, determined to suck his brains out through his
piss slit.  Jerry was moaning loudly above me, eyes closed, and head
thrown back.  Meanwhile, Harry was beginning to pant heavily as the sweat
rolled down his supple body, occasionally dripping from his hair onto my
belly as he began to pile drive into me.  Jerry was suddenly filling my
mouth with his hot cum load as his cock twitched and jerked in my mouth. 
I swallowed his cum as fast as I could, not wanting to miss a single
drop.  Once Jerry's cock was too sensitive for me to continue sucking, he
pulled it out, which Harry must have taken as  a signal to become more
aggressive, because he moved his big hands to my hips, grasping tightly
and lifted and pulled me at the same time, as he straightened his body
upright and drove into me as deeply as he could.  I felt his first shot
trying to make it's way up to my throat from the inside, followed closely
by seven or eight more strong spurts.  When I was sure Harry was done he
made four or five more rapid thrusts and I could feel him shooting deep
inside me again with an additional four good strong spurts.  I was
feeling incredible, even though I hadn't cum yet.  Without hesitation,
Harry bent his body forward, I thought to kiss me, and continued downward
until he had my whole cock buried deep in his throat.  Within seconds I
saw flashes of light and began shooting my young cum into his sucking
throat as he drained me dry.  Once Harry pulled out of me, and released
my spent cock from his mouth, he patted my stomach and smiled, then
pulled his pants up and went back to his work on the other end of the
barn.  I lay panting on the bed with Jerry sprawled out above my head,
slowly toying with my curly hair with his fingers.
 
As I stood finally Jerry handed me some of the paper towels to clean
myself, but when I wiped myself, there was no wetness at my hole other
than a small drop.  Jerry told me to hold still as he got down on his
knees and began to rub with another towel on my thighs, trying to remove
Harry's big handprint of black grease.  He managed to get most of it off,
when he saw that it had a mate on the other thigh so he cleaned that one
as well.  While Jerry was busy cleaning my thigh, I noticed a black
greasy smudge on his left shoulder and the back of his neck so I began
wiping at it, removing the worst of it as well.  When Jerry stood again,
he wiped the big smudge of grease from my neck and right shoulder as
well.  We dressed and headed out of the barn to our carts.
 
"Well, your ass is safe for now, but I definitely want to get hold of it
later." I said jokingly to Jerry.
 
"You got it, but you had better head out onto the course with the drinks
for now." He replied.
 
I started my cart and headed for the ninth hole via the service lane that
ran around the back side of the course.
 
Knowing that Harry's cum was still deep inside my bowels kept me hard
most of the day as I made trip after trip out onto the course selling
soft drinks and beer to the golfers.
 

By the end of the day on Thursday, I was really tired so I decided to go
and sit in the sauna for a while.  I hadn't been in the sauna for more
than two minutes when the door opened.  A young guy of about 14 came in
with his dad.  Apparently they had played in the tournament and were
relaxing before going home.  The man looked a little disappointed at
first, seeing someone in the sauna, but his expression soon lightened as
he realized that I wasn't any older than the boy who was with him.  He
dropped his towel onto the bench and lay, naked, on top of it folding his
arms behind his head and closed his eyes, while the boy moved to the
upper tier a couple of feet away from me.  The boy let his towel fall
open as soon as he was seated, then raised his left leg, turning his body
slightly toward me.  I was leaning against the back corner wall, with
both of my legs up on the bench, bent at the knees and my feet flat on
the bench surface.  The boy glanced from my face to my cock and then back
upward again, and I noticed that his cock began to stir as it filled with
blood.  He moved a few inches closer to me, still looking from my face to
my cock, until he was close enough to reach forward and touch my leg at
mid thigh.  I felt the hand tremble with nervousness as he gently moved
it toward my crotch so I looked into his face and smiled reassuringly,
letting him know that it was ok.
 
He returned my smile as he moved closer still, resting his left butt
cheek against my toes and moving his hand down to take hold of my half
hard cock.  I felt a charge go through my body as he gently encased my
cock in his warm hand and began to stroke up and down.  I lowered my left
leg to the floor and scooted closer to him so that I could take hold of
his rapidly stiffening cock, which I estimated to be about four and a
half inches long.  As I closed my hand around it, he drew in a sharp
breath and closed his eyes, still smiling intently, and continued to
massage my now leaking cock.  Without further ado, he leaned forward and
licked at the head of my cock before opening his mouth to take as much as
he could into his mouth.  He must have tried to take too much too fast
because he made a nasal snort and quickly backed off until only the head
was inside his mouth, then slowly began going down again.  He stretched
out on his stomach as he continued sucking me and began running his hand
up and down my right leg, which was still arched at the back of the
bench.  I caught movement from the corner of my eye, then saw his dad
move up to our tier and sit by his legs, moving them to the sides as he
bent down and began to probe the boys hole with his tongue while running
his hands up the boy's ribs and back down to his hips.  I felt the boy
moan around my cock, which sent a shiver up my spine.  Pulling  the boy's
head up, dislodging my cock from his mouth I looked into his face.
 
"Hi, I'm Larry, but everyone calls me Red."
 
He smiled, "I'm Casey and the man eating me out is my dad William."
 
His dad raised up, swatting the boy on his butt as he did, then extended
his hand to me.  I took his hand and shook it.  "Were you in the
tournament today?"  I asked.
 
"Yeah," William said, we're back in the morning for the final round. 
Where you in the tournament too?"
 
"No," I laughed, I work here.  I'm the towel boy."
 
"Oh, I've heard about you.  We're not members here, but word gets
around.  One of my business associates is a member.  He's the reason I'm
here for the tourney." William said.
 
"So, do you and Casey play golf a lot?"
 
"Every chance we get, and every course we can find.  He's my caddy so he
travels with me a lot.  We were going to get a massage, but he's gone for
the day so  we decided on a sauna instead."
 
"A massage?  Well I'm not very good, but I think I can help you with that
if you want."
 
"Hmmm, well, Casey there probably needs it more than I do, so if you're
game, lead the way."
 
We all got up and wrapped our towels around us as I led them to the
massage room, through the back entrance.  The room was empty so I got
Casey up onto the table and positioned him so that his face was in the
head hole.  I moved the steel stool to the head of the table, picked up a
bottle of lavender scented oil and got up on the stool while William
watched.  I  squirted a generous amount of the oil onto Casey's back and
began rubbing it in, using the strokes that Paul had taught me.  Casey
moaned approvingly as my hands kneaded, pushed, and pulled at his
muscles.  I worked his shoulders hard, thinking that they must really be
sore after carrying his dads clubs around all day.  Casey's moans spurred
me on as I leaned across him, working my way to the small of his back. 
Needing to change positions, I moved the stool down the length of the
table on one side and climbed back up then began working on his gluts and
down the tops of his thighs.  Before I repositioned my stool, I squirted
another generous amount of the oil onto his butt and began to work it
into the cheeks and crack.  As my hands neared his hole I took the
opportunity to insert my thumb into his hole, causing him to take a deep
breath.  Within minutes, he was writhing on the table as I was shoving
three fingers all the way into his hole, fucking him deeply.
 
William came up behind me and lifted me onto the table placing me between
Casey's outstretched legs.  I unwrapped the towel from my waist, wiping
the excess oil from my hands onto it before I dropped it to the floor,
then leaned forward, burying my cock into Casey's hot, receptive ass
hole.  I locked my hands under his arm pits and onto his shoulders as I
pushed myself in and out of him.  I felt William spreading the oil onto
my ass cheeks while I fucked into his son.  Each time he inserted a
finger or thumb into me, I pushed that much harder into Casey.  William
pulled Casey by his ankles until just my upper thighs were still on the
table, then put the stool at the end of the table and climbed up.  The
height of the stool put his cock in the perfect position for him to push
it deep into my own ass, pinning me between him and Casey.  When he began
thrusting, the motion pushed me into Casey.  Between the three of us I
wasn't sure who was moaning the most, but I knew that I was enjoying it
the most.  Not only was I fucking into a hot teenaged ass, but I was
getting fucked at the same time!   I felt William raise me upward as he
slid his arm around in front of me, pulling me back toward him and nearly
out of Casey's ass as he shoved his cock all the way into me and held it
there.  I felt him shoot his cum into me, until he slowly released his
grip on me and pulled his cock out, causing me to slip out of Casey.  I
took advantage of the situation and had Casey roll over onto his back
then lifted his legs to my shoulders and rudely shoved my cock back
deeply into him.
 
As I started fucking him again, William moved the stool around to where
Casey's head was located and got up on it, shoving his cock into Casey's
mouth.  Casey began to suck his dad's cock as I fucked harder and harder
into him.  Casey's cock was standing straight up and flopping around with
my every thrust, then it suddenly began spewing his cum out, hitting me
in the chest and him on the chest and stomach.  The force of his climax
caused his ring to clamp down onto my cock, and I unloaded into him, as I
screamed loudly and collapsed forward..
 
Casey continued to suck at his dad's cock, until his dad stopped moving
his hips in and out and I was sure that he was dropping a second load
into his son's mouth and throat. 
 
As William helped Casey and me down from the massage table, we all headed
for the showers to clean up.  We all helped one another with our backs,
then rinsed off and got out to dry.  William and Casey were at their
lockers dressing as I wrapped my towel around me and went to the sauna to
get my work clothes and head for the caddies locker to dress to go home. 
On my way back through the locker room, William stopped me and handed me
two bills folded together as he said, "Maybe I'll just have to join this
club and have Casey get a job here as a caddy."  I smiled as I thanked
them and headed on  to the caddies locker room.
 
When I was leaving the house to head for work on Friday morning, Mike was
waiting for me out in front.  I ran out and got into his car, and we
headed for the club.
 
"How are you doing this morning Red?"
 
"I'm fine Mike, how come you picked me up this morning?"
 
"Did you forget the party tonight?"
 
"Oh, no, I didn't forget about it, but I never actually thought about you
picking me up either."
 
"Well, I decided that I am putting you in charge of the boys who are
working the party tonight, and there are some things I want to talk to
you about this morning on the way to work.  Have you had breakfast yet?"
 
"I had a piece of toast and a glass of orange juice."
 
"OK then, we have a little over 45 minutes until you are supposed to be
at the club so let's swing by the Anchor and have some fried eggs and
bacon!"
 
We pulled in to the parking lot of the Anchor and went in to find a table
in the back dining room.  Mike ordered for both of us then after the
waitress left we talked about the plans for the party and what was
expected of me and the other boys too.  As we finished our breakfast and
headed back to his car he told me that there was a bag in the back seat
that he wanted me to take and put in my locker until the afternoon.
 
As we pulled into the parking lot of the club, the only parking space
that I could see was Mike's reserved space.  He whipped the car into it's
place and we headed into the club through his side entrance.  I grabbed
the bag and took it into the building with me as I headed into the
caddies locker room.  I changed quickly, put the bag in the bottom of my
locker and locked the door, then headed to Mike's office.  The door was
open so I stuck my head inside.
 
"Am  I doing towels today, or running drinks?"
 
"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you.  You're running drinks this morning,
but doing towels this afternoon, and Joseph will run drinks then."
 
"Cool," I said, "see you later!"
 
"I'll see you this afternoon around 4:00, have a good day buddy!" 
 
I headed out to the shack and found Jerry, then we walked out to our
carts.  The golfers had already been on the course for about an hour, so
we headed out to the course as soon as the carts were stocked with
drinks.  By noon, the golfers were breaking for lunch so I took the
opportunity to grab a quick meal at the snack bar by the pool.  Joseph
joined Jerry, Randy and me at the pool for lunch and filled me in on what
all he had gotten done.  I gave him the key to my cart so that he could
run drinks for the afternoon, and headed inside after I got rid of my
trash from the table.
 
The earliest golfers from the tournament began to trickle into the locker
room around 2:00 and for the most part, quickly changed into their
regular clothes and left the club.  Others hung around to use the sauna
or get a massage,  while they waited  for the award ceremony which was
scheduled for 3:30.  By 3:00 I was in Mike's office to get the final
details on the party for tonight.  He gave me the list of boys who were
working the party, gave me the details on the theme for the party, and
then told me what the boys needed to do to be ready.  Just like the last
big party, there would be a van picking us up at the club to take us to
Mike's house.  As he told me that Nicky would be there by 4:00 the phone
rang, interrupting our conversation.  I waited patiently for him to
finish talking to whoever it was and he finished telling me what was
what.  As I started to head for the caddies locker room, Mike told me
that Nick and I would be paid by the men who specifically requested us,
but that I would also get an extra amount for taking care of getting the
boys prepared for the party, and making sure that everyone knew what they
were expected to do.  I thanked him and headed off to the caddies locker
room to meet the six boys who were working the party. 
 
Once everyone was showered, shaved and cleaned out, I passed out the
little g-string outfits that Mike had given me that morning.  Six of them
were bright blue nylon stretch fabric, with blue tie strings, the one for
Nicky was red and looked like shreds of foil, and the one I was to wear
was black made of the same material as Nicky's.  Nicky looked so hot in
his g-string that I wanted to throw him down on the bench and ravage him
right then and there, but unfortunately, time didn't allow for any extra
curricular fun. I told the boys that the rest of their costume parts were
at Mikes house and I would give them to them once we got there.   We all
put on shorts and t-shirts over them and our street shoes, most of us
without any socks.  Mike poked his head into the locker room at exactly
4:45 to ask if we were all ready to head out.  He ushered us out the side
door and into the big van, which left the lot immediately behind Mike's
car.  Nicky and I chatted with one another all the way to Mike's place. 
Once we got there, I had to take the other six boys into the kitchen to
explain to them exactly what their duties were, as well as give them the
finishing touches to their costumes.  I gave each of the six in the blue
g-strings a belt made of gold and bright blue rings, with peacock
feathers attached at the back and a cap made of iridescent blue and green
feathers.  Nicky`s outfit was completed with a collar made of bright red
dyed hackle feathers that fastened around his neck and a pair of cuffs
made of bright red fluffy feathers for his wrists and a hat made of a
single row of bright red feathers down the middle, similar to the Mohawk
hair cut I was given last summer at boy scout camp for my initiation into
the order of the arrow, and I wore and identical set of cuffs, collar,
and hat except in shiny black feathers..  As I finished talking to them,
I reminded them that if they had any problems, they were to see me, and I
would get Mike if it was something we needed him for.  By 5:30, the
guests were beginning to arrive, greeted at the door by Nicky and me,
then shown to the basement party room by one of the six others.  When the
two special guests arrived, Mike introduced them to Nicky and me as
Harold P. and Paul D.  Harold was the owner of one of the local TV
stations, and Paul was the owner of three of the area's biggest radio
stations, including the one that I listened to all the time at home.  The
two men took our right hands and stepped back a couple of steps, then
looked us up and down as they whistled loudly.
 
"You really know you business Mike."  Harold said as he took my free
arm.  "I can see why these two are the most popular boys in your employ,
they are nothing short of beautiful, but I think the colors should have
been reversed, those red feathers on this red curly hair would have been
the absolute greatest, but they do look fine, just as they are!"  he
added as he moved close and nuzzled my neck with his lips.
 
"Shall we head downstairs to Bird Land gentlemen?"  Mike said, waving his
right hand to indicate the way.
 
Mike had told me that the theme for the party was "Bird Land" which was
the name of a famous night club in New York where all of the waitresses
dressed to represent birds.  He had the entire party room in the basement
done up with potted palm trees, ferns, and  feathered paper mache parrots
and macaws, and there were two giant golden cages where the six boys
would take turns dancing to the rock music that would be playing on the
music system.  Bright colored lights shined up through the leaves of the
different potted trees around the room, and the main room lights were
dimmed down low. There were also small round tables sitting around the
room with two chairs at each one.   Big Tom was once again the bartender
for the evening assisted by Tommy and Wayne working as his helpers, and
Mike was just casually moving around the room, making sure that his
guests had everything they needed.  There was also a boy that I didn't
know, wearing a white g-string, and a cap with white ostrich feathers
sticking out of the top, walking around with a tray, held up by a strap
over his shoulder.  He had a selection of cigars and small bottles of
liquid with little white labels on them.  He would stop at the tables and
ask the guests if they needed cigars, "fly" or "juice," give them what
they asked for and then move on to the next table.  I didn't have a clue
what fly or juice meant, but I knew that the bottles had liquid in them,
and I had never heard of a fly being liquid, and if that was all the
juice they got, there wasn't even enough to taste.
 
Nicky and I led Paul and Harold to a table and they insisted that we get
chairs from another table and join them for a while.  Harold raised his
hand and Tommy hurried over to take their drink orders, then returned in
a few minutes with four drinks.  Harold had gotten a bottle of fly and a
bottle of juice from the  boy with the tray, and each of them had gotten
cigars.  When Paul went to light his lighter, I reached for his hand,
taking the lighter and struck it, holding the flame up to his cigar, and
then Paul's, then blew the flame out, like I had seen someone do in an
old black and white movie once.  As I handed the lighter back to Paul, he
took my hand in both of his and leaned forward.
 
"That's the sexiest light I've ever gotten from anyone Red, but where did
you learn to light cigars?"
 
"My dad and grand dad both smoke cigars sir, I light them for them all
the time."  I lied.  In truth, my dad would have beat my ass raw if he
had ever seen me with a light a cigar.
As the evening progressed, there were several scantily clad boys who came
out of the play room and did some sort of "interpretive" dance routine. 
I recognized two of them as being on the football team at my high school
and friends of my best friend Alan's older brother.  A while later, the
boys who had done the dancing came back out carrying another boy on a
couch with poles coming out of each end like they carried the queen on in
the Egyptian movies.  They were dressed only in totally see through
veils, tied around their waists, and you could see everything.   When
they sat it on the floor, they helped the boy to his feet and he started
singing.  When he finished, everyone applauded.  By this time, most of my
six helpers were sitting with some of the guests at the party and once
the song was over, the five dancer/singers came back out and also paired
off with other guests.  They were now wearing g-strings, and nothing
else.
 
I began to notice Nicky acting a little strange.  He was very giddy,
which I attributed to the two drinks he had had, but he was squirming
around in his seat too.  When I glanced down, I couldn't help but notice
that his cock was rock hard and sticking straight up from his lap,
pulling his g-string up away from his body.  Without any warning of any
kind, he dropped down to his knees and began tearing at Harold's pants,
until he got the man's cock out and into his mouth.  Releasing the cock
for just a few seconds he turned to me and with a crazed tone to his
voice said, "Shove your cock or something up my ass now!"  It sort of
scared me a little, but Harold handed me one of the fresh cigars from the
table and said to use it.  I licked the end of the cigar and bent down to
push it into Nicky's hole.  I heard him moan audibly around the cock in
his mouth and throat as he wiggled his rear end around on the invading
cigar.
 
I heard Harold ask Paul if they should take us to the playroom, and saw
Paul nod his head in agreement.
 
As we got up, I hurriedly finished the last of my drink and helped Nicky
to his feet, the cigar still firmly implanted in his tight little ass,
and we led him into the play room.
 
I helped Nicky out of his feathers and Harold had me pull the cigar out
and hand it to him.  He immediately stuck it into his mouth as he set
about the task of removing his clothes.  Nicky fell backward onto the big
bed, and instinctively raised his ankles to his head, holding them there
with his hands as Harold climbed up and without lubricating himself,
thrust his hard eight inch cock all the way into him.  Nicky responded by
begging him to fuck him harder.
 
Meanwhile, Paul had began helping me remove my feathers while I helped
him out of his clothes.  Once we were both naked, he knelt down on the
floor and began lavishing my cock with kisses and gentle licks.  He then
turned me so that I was facing the bed and kissed and nibbled at the
cheeks of my ass, slowly working his way to my hole, where he forced his
rough tongue deep into me.  The sensations nearly made me fall forward
onto the back of Harold who was very roughly driving deeply into Nicky's
ass, moaning loudly with each forward thrust.  Paul grabbed my hips to
help me keep my balance as he continued to tongue deeply into me.  I
looked down between my legs and saw his cock, which appeared to be about
the same length as Harold's, but twice as big around.  It was leaking pre
cum so much that it glistened brightly in the dim red light of the room
and reminded me of a Pepsi bottle with the exception of the fact that it
didn't taper quite as much at the end.
 
Paul gently guided me to the bed then turned me and pushed me backward,
making me land almost against Nicky's writhing body, then he lifted my
legs until my knees were touching my chest.  He reached down, smearing
the pre cum all over the huge cock then positioned it at my hole and
pushed forward.  I thought it was not going to go so I pushed down on my
rectum, allowing the ring to accept the invader.  Within seconds, he was
in all the way and I could feel his hefty ball sac resting on my coccyx. 
Draping my feet over his shoulders he lay his head onto my chest and
began to nibble on my nips as he started thrusting in and out of my over
stuffed ass.  Nicky turned his head toward me, and quickly moved his face
to mine, engaging my mouth in a furious bout of kissing, our tongues
probing wildly in and out of one another's mouths.
 
Between Nicky's tongue, and Paul's super thick cock, I was in a state of
sexual bliss.  I could feel my climax building and reached down to try
the trick I had learned to see if I could stop my own orgasm.  It worked,
and I felt myself beginning to build back up but a little more rapidly
this time.  After what seemed like an eternity of Paul stretching my
insides to the limits he leaned his head next to my ear and told me to go
ahead and cum.  When I shot my cum all over my stomach and chest, I felt
Paul go rigid as his cock expanded more inside me, then I felt pulse
after pulse of his hot cum filling me to the maximum.  There was so much
of his cum that I could feel it working it's way past his huge cock and
trickle down over my coccyx and onto my back.  He collapsed over me,
kissing my face passionately and breathing hard when we were both
suddenly startled by Howard screaming out.
 
"Don't you dare cum until I tell you that you can!  How dare you ruin my
orgasm you little fuck!!"  He yelled at Nicky as he landed his fist hard
on the boy's face, causing us to separate from our kissing.
 
By the time the second blow landed hard in Nicky's abdomen, Mike and Tom,
as well as a couple of the other guests, were pulling Harold away from
the bed, forcing him out of Nicky's ass which pulled poor Nicky half way
off the bed.
 
Paul and I separated quickly, as he helped me get my friend back up, and
onto the bed.  I began telling Nicky to breath, as I put my face close to
his to feel for his breathing.  Harold suddenly broke free of the four
men and thrust himself forward, apparently to hit Nicky again, but I
threw myself over him, taking the blow squarely to the back of my head. 
When I woke up, Nicky and I were laying side by side in Mike's big bed. 
I had a massive headache, and poor Nicky's right cheek was badly battered
and bruising.
 
"I was scared you weren't going to wake up." Nicky said hoarsely as he
gently caressed my cheek. 
 
"How are you doing champ?" Mike asked looking down at me.
 
"My head hurts, but I think I'm ok."
 
"Well my little red headed friend, if you hadn't been the one who got his
last punch, there's no telling what would have happened to young Nick." 
I heard someone say.  I didn't recognize the voice, but looked up to see
a man with a stethoscope around his neck.  "You just may have saved his
life by your unselfish act!"
 
Nick leaned closer and kissed me gently on the lips.  "You're my hero, I
hope you know that!" he said as he put his arm across my chest and
snuggled his face next to mine.
 
Without hesitating, I kissed  his forehead and said, "Aw shucks ma'am,
twernt nuttin'."
 
That got everybody laughing as Mike said, "Yes, I think he's going to be
just fine."
 
"I've got a bag of ice for the hero!"  shouted Tommy as he burst into the
room carrying a large rubber water bottle filled with ice. 
 
The doctor gently raised my head and placed the water bottle beneath the
back of my head.  "Keep that there for a little while, and don't try to
get out of bed until morning.
 
"I don't think either of them will feel much like getting up until
morning." Mike said, "but just in case, they're staying right where they
are if I have to sit on them."
 
Everyone started leaving the room except for Tom and Mike.
 
"What happened to Harold?  And what about the other boys?  Are they all
ok?"  I asked, looking up at Mike and Tom.
 
"Well, Harold is tied up downstairs until he comes down from whatever
he's on, then he and I are going to have a nice long talk.  And as for
the other boys, they are all bedding down, down there.  But everyone's
fine, just a little shaken up is all."  Mike replied.
 
"Doing his job, even from the bed, eh Mike?"  asked Tom.
 
"That's why I put him in charge of the other boys, because I knew that
he'd do the job right."  Mike said, "And you can bet there'll be plenty
of gratitude for looking out for the other boys so well."
 
"The others all wanted to come up and see how you two are doing, but I
told them there were enough people up here already, and they could see
you in the morning. Now you two need to get some rest too!" Tom said.
 
"Doctor Hurley left some pain pills for you two, they're on the
nightstand, and there's a glass of water for each of you too, to help
wash them down."  Mike said, "and he'll be back in the morning to check
on you boys." 
 
Mike bent down over the bed and kissed each of us on the forehead, then
softly patted me on the shoulder and he and Tom left the room, turning
off the lights as they went.
 
There was a small shaft of light showing in the hallway from the
bathroom, but it gave just enough light that I could see Nicky's face. 
As I looked at the nasty bruise and the cut below his eye, I felt the
tears welling up I my eyes.  I felt the pain in the back of my head as I
moved my face closer to Nicky's. 
 
"I'm glad you're ok, and I'm really sorry that he hurt you."  I said as I
caressed the back of his head, careful not to touch the sore part of his
face.
 
He moved his hand to my face, wiped away a tear, then moved his hand to
my shoulder and caressed it softly.  "It wasn't your fault, and you
really are my hero.  You didn't have to try to protect me, but you did,
and you got hurt too.  And you know what, I think I love you!"
 
"I love you too Nicky."  I whispered, "We're best friends."
 
"No,"  Nicky said, "I mean I really love you, and I want to be your. your
boy. boyfriend." 
 
I saw the tears start to trickle out of his eyes and leaned forward to
kiss him on the lips.  When our lips met, I heard him moan painfully, so
I pulled back.
 
"It's ok,"  he said, "that's a good hurt."  and he leaned in and kissed
me as our tongues dueled inside one another's mouth. 
 
Our hands began to gently and lovingly caress one another's bodies as we
moved closer together, feeling the heat from each other as our bodies
touched.
 
In spite of our injuries we made slow, deliberate, and passionate love to
one another for nearly an hour, holding, caressing, kissing, nibbling at
one another's bodies.  There was an urgency in the tone of his voice when
he asked me to make love to him, but it wasn't the urgency of youth, the
need for hormonal fulfillment, but rather the urgency of two people, with
the knowledge that we weren't invincible, wanting to share the most
intimate of expressions for one another.  In the process, we both seemed
to become the other, with the culmination being our simultaneous orgasms
that seemed to shake the whole house.
 
When we woke the next morning, Tom was coming into the room with our
clothes.  As we dressed, he never took his eyes off us for a second, but
he never said anything either, other than to ask how we felt. 
 
"I'll see you downstairs."   Nicky said as he hugged me then bounded off
down the steps.
 
"Tom, will you promise me something?"  I asked.
 
"Sure Red, if I can."
"Promise me that from now on, when Nicky has a date, I go too!  I know
you won't let him get hurt or nothing, but I want to make sure that I go
with him, to make sure he's always ok."
 
"Well Red, I don't think that's an unreasonable request, but why is it so
impor.  Oh my God, you two are in love aren't you?"
 
I must have blushed because I could feel the heat rising in my face.  Tom
wrapped me in his arms and hugged me to him.
 
"You know, I worry about Nicky, and his brothers too, every time I send
them out on a job, but I think I'll worry a little less knowing that
you're with him every time he goes out.  I know that you'll take good
care of him.  And I'll tell you what, I know that you're going to be gone
to band camp next week, so I won't schedule Nicky for any dates next
week.  Deal?"
 
I smiled up at him as I took his hand and shook it.  "Deal!"  I said as
we headed downstairs. 
 
At the bottom of the steps, the other guys were all standing there
waiting for us.  On the ride to the club, everyone was talking on and on
about how brave it was for me to protect Nicky the way I did, but I
didn't say anything.  I sat there thinking.  Thinking about how long it
would be before I would get to see Nicky again.
 
I knew that Tom wouldn't break his promise to me and send Nicky out on a
date during the week, and that made me feel better, but I also knew that
it was going to be a long, lonely week not being able to see him too. 
 
When we got to the club I was first out of the van and into the
building.  Mike was waiting inside the door and asked me to come to his
office with him before I started work.  Once inside, he closed the door
and told me to sit down.  Mike moved to his big chair and pulled my chair
close to him.  Taking my face between his hands, he pulled my face very
close to his and kissed me on the nose.
 
"You know Red, that was a very brave thing you did last night.  It
shouldn't have happened, but I shouldn't have allowed there to be drugs
used at one of my parties either, so I'm as much to blame as anyone.  But
I want you to know that I'm very, very sorry, and I guarantee you that it
will never happen again.  Last night was bad enough, but if anything ever
happened to you, or Nicky, or any of you boys for that matter, I would
never forgive myself."
 
I could see Mike's eyes getting all red and puffy and the tears welling
at the bottoms.
 
"If you hadn't reacted the way you did, Nicky might not be alive right
now, but you did react, and you reacted in a way that a person reacts
when someone they really love is in danger.  You didn't think about
yourself, you only thought of Nicky.  I don't know if you know it or not,
but my nephews are very special to me.  You love Nicky, and he loves you,
and that makes you just as special to me as they are!  Now, I know that
you're leaving tomorrow to go to camp, and you're going to be gone for a
whole week so I'm going to give you something.  Something that I think
will make it a little easier for you to be gone."
 
He released my face and turned toward his desk, pulling out the top
drawer and pulling out the pictures of Nicky and me that he made the
night we had the date together.
 
"Do you need a shower this morning?  Yeah, I'm sure you do.  You go grab
a shower and dress and come back here.  I'm going to make a phone call
and when you get back I'll have another surprise for you."
 
He handed me the pictures and I almost ran to the caddies locker room.  I
opened my locker, put the pictures carefully then stripped off my clothes
and got a good hot shower.  Once I had dressed, I headed back to Mike's
office.
 
"All clean and fresh?"  Mike asked me, smiling.
 
"Yeah, I sure am."
 
"Good, let's go then."
 
I looked at him puzzled.  "Where are we going?"
 
"Well, first we're going to have breakfast.  After that we're going
shopping for some new clothes for you to take with you to camp.  After
that we may go get drunk, who knows?"  he laughed.
 
Mike put his hand on my shoulder and we headed for the parking lot and
his car.  We ate a big breakfast, then went to Shillito's Department
store in Downtown Cincinnati and bought a whole lot of neat clothes for
me to take to band camp, then we went to a shoe store and got me a new
pair of Keds sneakers, and after that we went to the army surplus store
and bought several things there, a rain poncho, a flashlight with two
dozen batteries, a transistor radio, and a new sleeping bag.  After that,
we went to Checkers and bought some game books and comics to help keep me
entertained for the week.  We were on our way back to the clubhouse when
Mike suddenly turned the car around and we went back to the Army surplus,
where he told me to wait in the car.  He came back shortly with a great
big footlocker for me to put everything in and we went back to the
clubhouse just in time to go have lunch.
 
Following lunch, Mike took me back to his office.  When we walked in,
there was Nicky.  We hugged and kissed for a few minutes right there in
the middle of the room.  Mike finally got us to sit down and keep our
hands off each other.
 
"Now listen you two.  Red, I'm giving you the rest of the day off, but
you can't leave the grounds.  You can take Nicky back to your little room
and do what ever you want, you can go out to the pool and swim, whatever
you two want to do, just go do it, but I want both of you in the barn by
3:00, is that understood?"
 
The idea of Mike wanting us in the barn had me puzzled.  Everything else
he said had barely registered, but why did he want us in the barn?  Mike
never went to the barn unless he needed something and Jerry or Randy
weren't around to go get it.  I was curious, and said so.
 
"Don't you worry about why I want you in the barn, just be there!  At
3:00 sharp!  Now get going, you've got two hours to do whatever you want,
and I don't want to see either of you until then!"
 
I hugged Mike and grabbed Nicky's hand and all but pulled him out of the
office.  "What do you want to do?"  I asked him.
 
"Let's go to your special room first, then if there's still time, we'll
go swimming." Nicky said.
 
We headed through the locker room and into the laundry, straight back to
my room.  I unlocked the door and Nicky and I went inside, closing the
door behind us.  If it had taken either of us any longer to get out of
our clothes, I think we would have ripped them off one another.  Nicky
and I both hit the small bed at the same instant, grabbing and groping
each other as we went.  Within seconds we were in a hot and heavy sixty
nine, each sucking furiously on the other's rapidly hardening cock.  We
continued sucking for a long time when Nicky pulled off of my cock.
 
"I want it, I want it now!"   he said, almost pleadingly.
 
I wasted no time getting the jar of Vaseline from the drawer and lubed
him well, making sure to grease him inside and out, then coated my cock
completely.  Dropping the jar to the bed, I began lifting his ankles to
my shoulders as I positioned myself.  On my first inward drive, I turned
my head first to the right and then the left, kissing and licking his
feet.  Once I was all in, I let his legs fall to the sides and leaned
down, licking and nipping at his nipples as I began to fuck in and out of
him.  I wrapped my hands under his shoulders at his pits and used his
shoulders to give me additional leverage t fuck deeper.  I think if I
could have, I would have gone completely inside him, allowing his body to
consume me so that we would never be apart again.
 
We fucked for the better part of an hour and I reached between us and
began to stroke his young cock.  The more he moaned, the faster I
stroked, and the faster I fucked in and out of his hot hole.  His ass
ring suddenly bit down onto my cock and we both shot our loads at the
exact same instant.  Neither of us could move for the longest time as we
lay there panting , holding , and kissing one another.  I kissed his
eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his ears, his chin, and finally his lips.  It
was instantly decided that my tongue was the dominant organ as it probed
deeply into his mouth, tasting his sweetness, and imbedding the taste of
him indelibly into my mind.  We lay for a long while, holding each other
when Nicky looked at the clock on the wall.
 
"Oh shit, we have to go.  We have about thirty minutes before we have to
be at the barn!"
 
We got off the bed, laughing and giggling as we pulled on just our shorts
and beat a path through the main locker room to the caddies locker room. 
We quickly showered, dressed and headed out the back door to the carts. 
I fumbled with the key, finally getting it into the ignition and started
it, then pulled out to head for the barn.  Inside, it was totally dark. 
Even with the light coming through the door, I couldn't see much of
anything inside so I fumbled for the switch to turn on the light. 
Flipping the switch on, we were greeted with a resounding "Surprise!" as
every caddy, Mike, Mr. Hall, Jerry, Randy, Simon, Joseph, and several of
the regular golfers were there.  They had put a large sheet of plywood on
the big bed and covered it with two table cloths from the dining room and
there was a big cake in the middle.  There was a huge bucket filled with
cokes and ice.  Mr. Hall walked up to us and put a ribbon with a medal on
the end of it around my neck.  It said "Our Hero!" on the medal.  The
boys who had attended thee party the night before had told all of the
caddies what had happened, and Mike had told Mr. Hall.  The caddies in
turn told some of the golfers, who got hold of Mike and asked if they
could come too.  Randy and Jerry came over and handed me a brown paper
bag filled with money.  Each of the caddies had put ten dollars of their
tips into the bag and the golfers who were there had each added money to
it as well.  Mr. Hall gave me a brand new one hundred dollar bill.  We
all ate cake and drank the cokes, talking gleefully as first one and then
another of the six boys who were there repeated the story of how I "Saved
Nicky's Life" and there were lot's of pats on the back from everyone.
 
As the party broke up, Mr. Hall came over to me and put his arm around my
shoulder.
 
"You know, I hope you will think seriously about working for us again
next summer.  We need lots of fine young men like you, and I myself am
truly appreciative of what you did.  Not only does it let me know what
sort of person you are, but you also have to remember, Nicky is my nephew
too.  My wife is Mike's and Tom's sister and I love the boys as much as
they do.  I would like to do something very special for you before school
starts back, so how about Mike, Tom, Mack, the boys and I take you
someplace special.  Do your folks do anything for Labor Day weekend?
 
"No, we usually just stay at home, or go out to my grand dad's farm."
 
"That's fine, we'll plan it for Labor Day then.  I have a boat at Boca
Rattan in Florida and we'll fly down on a charter and do some fishing or
something."
 
"Oh, cool!"  I said as we shook hands and he left the barn.
 
After everyone else was gone, Mike asked if I was ready for him to take
me home.  I told him yes and we headed for his car.  He helped me carry
the foot locker and so on upstairs to my house and as he was leaving he
kissed me on the forehead again.  "Thank you again Red.  See you a week
from tomorrow!"
 
"I'll be there Mike, thanks for everything."  I said as I hugged him
again.