Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2007 01:15:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert Miller <chubbyboyus2004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robbie's Sexcapades Part 3

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The Next Morning.

The next morning I woke up with a raging piss-on so I slowly got up and
went to the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet and tried to take a
wiz.  Boy was it hard to piss when the lil soldier was stiff, my butt was
still a bit sore, I looked in the mirror and noticed that all of the
redness was gone but it was still tender.  I looked at my hair, damn, I had
a bad case of bed head.  I decided to hop in the shower; one to take care
of my `doo' and the other was the hopes of making my butt feel better.  I
turned the water on and stepped in.  Then I heard the bathroom door open, I
usually locked it but must have forgot to in my rush to take a leak.  It
was Dad that walked in, he asked me if I would be out soon and I told him
that I had just gotten in, he cursed and said that he over slept and had to
leave the house in 45 minutes for a golf game with some guys from work.  I
told him that I would be done in 10 or 15 minutes, he said that he would be
late.  Then he asked if he could just hop in there with me and we could
kill two birds with one stone.  Before I had a chance to answer the shower
curtain came back and he hoped in with me.

I remember taking a bath with my Dad when I was younger but that probably
ended when I was around 7 or 8.  This was different now, my Dad had an okay
body, he had salt and pepper hair, a bit of a chubby belly and a huge set
of low hanging balls, the lowest hanging ones that I had ever seen.  His
penis was uncut and about 4 inches soft, he had a little bit of chest hair
and a small amount around his goodies but a completely hairless back and
butt.  He grabbed my wash cloth and lathered it up and began to wash him
self, I have never seen anybody wash as fast as he did that day.  He washed
from head to toe in a matter of 3-5 minutes, including his hair.  He pushed
me out of the way and rinsed off.  He asked me how I was feeling and I told
him that my butt was still sore but other than that I felt pretty good, I
asked him if Mom was still mad and he said No but warned me not to push her
buttons today.  He then lathered up the wash cloth again and told me to
turn around.  He asked me if I remembered when he used to give me a bath
when I was young, I shook my head yes, I was in shock thinking that my Dad
was going to bathe me.  Then Dad started to wash me down, my back and
shoulders, arms and pits, I giggled when he hit my pits.  Then he pushed me
forward and washed my bum gently.  He paid close attention to my crack and
bung hole.  Then he bent down farther and washed my legs and then my feet.
Dad was quick at this.  He pulled me back into him so that I could get
rinsed when I stepped back my butt hit his penis squarely on my crack.  It
was weird but yet exciting to feel him back there.  He ran his hand all
over my posterior making sure that all the soap was off.  Then he told me
to turn around and face him.  Nervously I turned around, thank god I wasn't
hard.  He soaped up the cloth again and did my chest, and then he moved
down to my penis and the boys.  With a soapy cloth he went to work, he
scrubbed them like there was no tomorrow, so much so that my tool started
to get hard with all the rubbing.  Dad didn't saying a word he just kept
going on about his business.  By the time he was done I was fully erect, I
was standing there naked being washed by my father.  He positioned me so
that I could get rinsed, he of course help me with that too.  I think I can
remember that he rolled each of my nuts in his hand and stroked my penis a
few times.  He then rinsed out the wash cloth and wiped of my face.  I was
like putty in his hands, I felt as helpless as a child.  He wet my hair
down and shampooed me.  Now bathed we both got out of the shower and dried.
He told me to go get dressed.

Once dressed I went downstairs and got a bowl of cereal.  Dad came down a
few minutes later and gave Mom a peck on the cheek and grabbed a cup of
coffee.  He told her that he was running late for his golf game at the
club.  He swore again and told her that he didn't remember to get a caddy
for the day.  He glanced at me and said `go to your room and pack your gym
bag with a complete change of clothes, you are going to caddy for me
today'.  Mom protested saying that I was grounded and his response was
classic.  He said `Bette, this isn't going to a fun day for him, he is
going to work his little ass off, my bag weighs about 50lbs and we are
walking the course today'.  I ran up to my room and started to pack, not
sure what I was supposed to take I yelled down to Dad to come upstairs.  He
entered m room with a big smile on his face.  He said, when we get back I
want you to act like you are exhausted.  I figured that this would be a
good chance to get you out of the dog house, at least for today.  Now what
did you need.  I asked what I needed to pack, he grabbed my gym bag and
went to my dresser, he grabbed a pair of socks, a pair of briefs, a pair of
shorts, and a T-shirt, then he went to the bathroom and grabbed my tooth
brush and tooth paste and a comb.  He tossed the bag to me and said to meet
him in the car in 5 minutes.  I ran down the steps and gave Mom a kiss and
was out the door in under a minute.

During the ride to the club Dad explained the rules to me, the biggest rule
was `what happens at the Club stay's at the Club.  He said that the guys
that he was playing with today was his boss and if I was a good caddy today
it may make it easier for him at work, more money and all that kind of
stuff.  He told me to be polite and always use my manners and obey what his
boss said no matter what.  I asked him if I was going to carry his clubs
that day and he said that I would be caddying for his boss, he said that
his boss always liked a young caddy.  He said that his boss liked to teach
a young boy about the game of golf.

We arrived at the club and I was amazed.  I knew that Dad golfed sometimes
on the weekend but I never imagined that he golfed at a place like this.  I
told him that this must be expensive, how can we afford this, Dad said that
it was a perk from where he worked, he said that Mom doesn't know about it,
he said that she thought that he golfed at a public course, and that he
doesn't want her to find out about this.  The driveway to the club was a
long one; there were huge Oak trees that lined the driveway.  When we
pulled up to the club house it looked like a mansion, an English mansion.
His boss was already there waiting for us.  We got out of the car and a man
came over and got my Dad's clubs out of the trunk and put them into a golf
cart.  Dad asked his boss what was going on and his boss said that he knew
that he was bringing me to caddy today and thought a boy of my age was
unable to carry the clubs for that length of time so he got a cart but he
wanted me to still caddy for him.  Naturally Dad said okay.  The man that
took the clubs came back and we handed both of our gym bags to him as we
checked Dad's clubs.  Dad's boss told me to bring my bag and follow him.
Dad also found the other guys that he was going to golf with and they
tagged along.  Dad's boss introduced himself as Mr. Johnston but told me
that I could call him Mike.  It turns out that Mr. Johnston was a big shot
at the club and there was a different locker room for him, it was next to
the one that Dad and one of the other guys were going to.  Mr. Johnston and
another man who name was Mr. Kochera and I went in to the other locker
room.  It was huge, I thought that the one at school was big, there were
rows of double lockers and chairs to change at, not benches.  The showers
were large stalls and each shower had multiple showerheads and had a bench
in them.  There were also steam rooms that had three benches in them.  Then
in another room there were two tables in them that were padded and had
towels stacked up on a smaller table.  Mr. Johnston told me that we could
check them out later.  We had a 10 o'clock tee time and needed to get to
the practice tees to warm up.  Mr. Johnston must have noticed that I was a
bit apprehensive.  He told me that I would be okay as long as I listened to
him and followed his directions.  He asked me if I had ever driven a golf
cart before, I shook my head No and he said that he would teach me a lot
today.  I smiled back at him; his little pep talk did me a world of good.
We exited the locker room and Dad and the other man came out of theirs.
Mr. Johnston asked if they got everything settled in and they both said
yes.

My First Golfing Experience.

Mr. Johnston drove me to the practice tee explaining how to work the golf
cart.  It seemed pretty easy to work.  After hitting a bucket of balls with
various clubs our group was ready to tee off.  Mr. Johnston told me to
drive the cart to the first tee.  I pushed the gas and the cart lunged
forward and the clubs were rattling around, I took my foot off of the gas
and pushed on the brake, the cart skidded to a stop.  Mr. Johnston chuckled
and said that it would take some time to get used to it and instructed me
to try it again.  We made it to the first tee.  Mr. Johnston teed off
first, for an older man he could really hit the ball, I lost track of it in
the sun and I didn't know where it ended up, I guess that is was a good
shot because all the others were praising him.  Dad was up next, his shot
wasn't near as good as Mr. Johnston's.  Mr. Kochera went next and his shot
was worse than my Dad's.  Then Mr. Smolleck went next and his shot went far
to the right and into the woods.

We got into the cart and Mr. Johnston asked me if I knew where his ball
went and I told him that I lost it in the sun and couldn't tell where it
went.  He looked at me and smiled, he said `silly boy my balls are hanging
between my legs, where are yours'.  I must have blushed like there was no
tomorrow and just laughed.  He said `the ball is out there about 200 yards
on the right side of the fairway'.  I followed where he said it was and on
the way to the balls he asked me again where my balls were and this time he
reached over and grabbed my crotched and gave me a gentle squeeze, my hips
and legs betrayed me.  My legs spread and my hip jutted forward a bit.
Mr. Johnston smiled at me and said we are going to get along just fine my
boy, just fine.  By the middle of the round Mr. Johnston was killing my Dad
and the others.  I think that the heat was taking its toll on everyone.
Every 3 or 4 holes there was a place to get a drink, Mr. Johnston and
Mr. Kochera always got beer, me and my Dad got water, he always told me to
drink lots of water when it is hot out.  On whole number 6 I told
Mr. Johnston I had to pee and asked him where the bathrooms were, he
laughed and said that we would have to find a tree or something.  At the
7th tee Mr. Johnston was the first to tee off, his drive went far to the
right, I lost track of it when it went into the woods.  After everyone else
hit their balls went left.  As we pulled away Mr. Johnston said that we had
to go find his ball because he hated to loose one.  I drove the cart to
where I thought the ball went in.  We both got out and entered the woods in
search of the elusive ball.  We were probably 50 or so yards into the woods
when Mr. Johnston called me over to him, he said `do you still have to
piss, I said yes, he said me too, he looked back and said here looks like a
good place, I cant see anybody around, I looked back and I couldn't see
anybody either.  I turned back around and saw that Mr. Johnston already had
his penis out of his pants; it was small like mine but thick.  He was
pissing up a storm and he said to me, `well are you gonna pee or are you
gonna hold it until we get back'.  The sound of him draining his bladder
made me feel like I had to pee even worse.  I went to unzip my fly and
Mr. Johnston said, `don't pee in your shorts, why don't you just pull the
front down and let it fly.'  I remembered what Dad had said when we were in
the car; listen to what his boss says.  I hooked my fingers in the front of
my waist band and pulled them down exposing both my penis and my balls.  I
had just started to take a leak when Mr. Johnston told me that I had a nice
piece of meat there and that I was going to make someone happy when I got
older.  I finished and shook it a few times, maybe more than normal but I
wanted to make Mr. Johnston happy.  After a few more minutes of looking
Mr. Johnston head back to the fairway and reached into his pocket and
pulled another ball out and threw it to the edge of the fairway, he told me
that it was a `drop' and it was a 1 stroke penalty.  By the 18th hole I was
sweating my ass off, all the guys were, my Dad looked like a drowned rat
and I couldn't wait until we finished.  By that time I was like a pro on
driving the cart.  I was better at watching where the ball went too.  After
everyone putted in they tallied the scores, Mr. Johnston had won by 5
strokes and my Dad beat Mr. Smolleck by 2 shots.  Dad asked me how I liked
it so far, I told him that it was fun and that Mr. Johnston was a nice guy.
I asked Dad what was going to be next.  I commented that he always golfed
and didn't get back until 7 or 8.  He said that we were going back to the
clubhouse and get cleaned up, take a shower, a steam and probably eat a
light supper.

On the way back I asked Mr. Johnston if I did okay and he said that I was
one of the best caddies that he had ever had but that the day wasn't over
yet.  He asked me how I was feeling and I told him that I was sore from all
the excirsise that I got plus my butt hurt from all the sitting that I did
while driving the cart, plus I told him about the spanking that I got from
my Mom the night before.  He told me not to worry; once we were done in the
locker room I would feel better.  He said that we were going to take a
steam room and a massage and a nice warm shower and then he was going to
make sure that I had a good supper.

Back at the clubhouse we went our separate ways, Dad and Mr. Smolleck went
to their locker room and Mr. Johnston, Mr. Kochera and I went into ours.
My locker was right between Mr. Johnston and Mr. Kochera's.  They stripped
down naked and told me to do the same.  I told them that I didn't have a
towel and they told me that I didn't need one yet.  They told me that we
were going into the steam room for a while.  They told me that it would be
really hot in there but all I had to do was sit there and enjoy the heat
and relax.

The Locker Room

They stripped very quickly and started to walk towards the steam room;
Mr. Kochera looked back over his shoulder and told me to hurry up.  I had
only taken off my shirt and shoes and socks at that point.  I was kinda
embarrassed, I am not sure why but I felt kinda strange that day.  I
finally decided to strip down to my briefs and walked across the room to
the steam room.  I opened the door and walked in; I remember that the hot,
the air took my breath away.  Mr. Johnston and Mr. Kochera were sitting on
the benches.  There wasn't anybody else in the room.  Mr. Johnston asked
why I was wearing my underwear and I told him that I was shy.  Both men sat
there and chuckled.  Mr. Kochera said that we were all men and that we all
had the same parts so what was the problem.  I just shrugged my shoulders
and walked over to them.

I sat on the bench next to Mr. Johnston, he leaned over to me and told me
not to be scared and said told me to stand up and as I did he pulled me
over to him and pulled my whitties down, thank god that my butt was towards
him, my hands instinctively went to cover up my front.  Mr. Johnston tapped
on the bench next to him and I sat down.  Sweat was already forming on my
skin, I looked over at Mr. Kochera and he was sitting there sweating like
there was no tomorrow with his eyes closed and his legs spread wide apart.
His chest was hairy as were his legs, his penis was long and thick and his
balls hung very low.  If I can remember right his penis was not
circumcised.  Mr. Johnston and I sat there and talked for a while, not
about anything earth shattering, just shooting the breeze.  As we talked I
became more relaxed, my body was feeling great in the heat.  Mr. Johnston
put his hand on my shoulder and I tensed up.  He said that he wasn't going
to hurt me; he told me to relax and moved down to the next bench and sit in
front of him.  I did as I was told.  As I sat there Mr. Johnston started to
rub my shoulders, and then as time went by he started to move down my back.
After a brief time his was at my lower back near my butt.  He pulled me
back towards him and I could feel his hard cock poking me in the back.  I
could feel his eyes looking over my shoulder grabbing a good view of my
semi-hard boy tool.  His hands started to rub on my chest; he was really
fascinated with my chubby boy boobs.  He kept running his hands across my
nipples until they were hard then he started to flick them and then softly
pinch them.  This was driving me crazy; my own tool was at full mast now.
He then told me to stand up in front of him; he grabbed my waist and pulled
me closer to him.  His hands started to rub on my bum cheeks.  I just stood
there and let the man have his way with my bum.  His fingers were like
magical wands; they were rubbing and stroking my skin very softly.  His put
his hand on the small of my back and pushed me forward a bit and I knew
what he wanted next, my boy hole.

Mr. Johnston's fingers ran up and down my crack at a very slow pace.  Up
and down they went, he was careful not to move to quickly and scare me.
After a while I spread my legs further apart which caused my butt crack to
spread open farther so that he would have better access to me.  It didn't
take long after I did that for him to start rubbing my bung hole.  The next
thing that I remember is feeling his wet finger starting to open me up back
there.  He was gentle but very firm.  My hands moved to dick and I started
to jack myself off to the rhythm of being fingered.  My balls were bouncing
off of Mr. Johnston's hand.  After a minute or so he told me to stop
because he wanted to play more before I shot off.  He then pulled me back
towards him and had me stand with my butt right up against his face.  He
dove right in there and started to lick my entire butt, cheeks and all.  I
was so caught up with Mr. Johnston that I had totally forgotten about
Mr. Kochera sitting just a few feet away.  I looked over my right shoulder
and saw Mr. Kochera leaning back on the bench with his legs spread apart
jacking himself off while watching Mr. Johnston eat my bum, he didn't even
notice that I was watching him.  I could have stood there for ever letting
Mr. Johnston plunge his hot wet tongue into my tight bum hole.  Pre-cum was
dripping off of my rock solid penis, I was not sure how much more of this I
could take.  Mr. Kochera was now pounding his cock hard and fast.  He
started to moan and then all of a sudden his shot his wad, a long thick
shot of from the head of his cock landing on the floor in front of him. He
looked at me and said that I had a great ass and that if I ever wanted to
caddy for him that I just needed to let him know.  He then told
Mr. Johnston that he was a lucky man and he would see him on the massage
table.  Mr. Johnston told him to tell Mr. Owens and Mr. Mauer that they
would be out shortly and the he wanted that room that had 2 beds in it.
Mr. Kochera nodded and left the steam room.  When he walked out the door it
was as if he walked into a cloud, he was there and then his was gone.

Alone with Mr. Johnston

Now that Mr. Kochera had left the steam room Mr. Johnston and I were alone.
Mr. Johnston looked at me and asked me if I had enjoyed what he was doing
to me and I replied that it was the greatest feeling that I had ever
experienced in my life.  He said that he was glad that I was having a good
time and told me that the good times were still ahead.  He also told me
that I shouldn't tell anyone what we had done because he could get in a lot
of trouble and that my Dad might loose his job and then where would my
family be?  I told him that I would never say a word about it to anybody.
Until now I had kept my word to him.  As far as I know, he passed away a
good many years ago.  Oh well back to my story.  Mr. Johnston turned me so
that I was facing him.  I started to run his hands all over the front of my
body.  He started with my nipples and when he touched them it was like a
small electrical charge went through my body.  Of course my pee pee was
hard and pointing right at his chest.  Mr. Johnston moved his face close to
my tit and then started to lick my nipples, his tongue was making circles
around then and all of a sudden he started to nibble on them, meanwhile his
hands were kneading my buttocks with a vengeance.  He then started lick his
was down my belly and then finally ending up at my penis.

He leaned back on the bench and told me to stand up on the bench that he
was sitting on.  It was awkward; my feet were slipping on the slick
surface.  I made it into the position that he wanted me in.  My cock was
just a foot or so from Mr. Johnston's face.  He then instructed me to lean
forward and I did, I could feel Mr. Johnston's hot breath on my privates.
He pulled me towards him and opened his mouth.  He sucked my penis into his
mouth and began to slowly bob up and down on my small cock.  My hips were
moving back and forth with the sucking motion, there I was screwing my
Dad's boss's mouth in the steam room of an exclusive Country Club.  I was
in heaven.  That definitely wasn't the first time that Mr. Johnston had
given head before.  My balls were bouncing off of his chin, his finger was
buried in my butt and his other hand was stroking his own cock, talk about
multi-tasking.  I didn't take long until I had that feeling starting to
form in my belly, my balls started to pull up close to my body, my
breathing became erratic and I told Mr. Johnston that I was going to shoot
soon and maybe he should stop.  He pulled off of me and said that he wanted
to taste me and he went right back to work on my tool.  It only took a few
more strokes until my body tensed up and my legs began to shake, I started
to shoot my wad and Mr. Johnston pushed harder into my now loose bung hole,
I am not sure but I think he had two fingers in my anus by the time that I
finished squirting my juice deep into Mr. Johnston's mouth.  I felt my
penis going soft in Mr. Johnston's mouth.  I pulled myself out of his mouth
and stepped down and sat next to him on the bench.  Mr. Johnston was still
stroking himself.  His penis wasn't much bigger than mine in length.  His
balls was slapping off of the bench below his cock.  I reached over and
started to play with his balls.  As soon as I touched him he glanced my way
and smiled at me.  I rolled his balls in my hand for the longest time
before his started to cum.  His load was small and thick, plus it didn't
shoot out it just sort of oozed out of him.  His jiz ran down the length of
his shaft and onto my hand.  After a few seconds he pulled my cum covered
hand up to his face and started to lick his own cum off of my hand, at the
time I thought that it was pretty gross but now looking back at it, it was
kinda erotic.  We both sat there for a bit and then Mr. Johnston said that
we were going to get a massage next.

We exited the steam room and grabbed a towel and walked across the locker
room into another room.  There we each went to a table and lay down on our
bellies.  Mr. Johnston asked me if I had ever gotten a massage before and I
replied `my Dad and Mom have rubbed my back before.'  Mr. Johnston laughed
and told me to loosen up the front of my towel and just lay there and enjoy
it.  Just then two men walked into the room, the last man through the door
shut it behind them.  Mr. Johnston introduced me to them as his nephew and
both men shook my hand and introduce themselves.