Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2010 05:21:18 -0800
From: Scott Stevens <scott101@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Juinor Golf Pro-Chapter 3- Adult Youth
JUNIOR GOLF PRO
Chapter 3
Friday Morning I was woken by loud knocking on our Hotel room
door. Gord was already up and opened the door. Alan came in
with coffee for him and Gord, orange juice for me, and
Mcdonalds breakfast for all. I was still half asleep when
Alan handed me breakfast. As I sat up in bed I remembered I
was naked, I am almost certain that Alan had noticed this. He
and Gord sat at the table to eat their breakfast. I heard
Alan say "so did the maid only make one bed this morning or
are you guys sleeping together." Panic swept over me and I
am positive that I must have gone completely white.
Gord just laughed, " yep Alan you caught us".
I was stunned Gord just admitted that we had been
sleeping together.
Alan laughed " I knew last night the way you looked at
each other"
Gord said " Look at Scott. I think he is going to pass
out. Scott relax I have known Alan for over 15 years. We
both attended qualifying school together and we dated for
a few months".
Alan was laughing so hard he could barely talk, but managed to
spit out " I will never forget that look on your face Scott. I
think you may have shit the bed."
The two of them continued to laugh about the little set up
they had planned last night. I was still in shock. Alan said
" Scott you may have noticed I was alone last night. The
young man who is my caddy for the weekend had to work until
Friday. He is putting himself through university and could
not afford to take the time off. His name is Keith and we
have been dating for almost 2 years. You will get the chance
to meet him tonight"
Gord and Alan continued to talk for a few minutes. As Alan got
up to leave, he said " I better be on my way. Plus I am sure
Scott needs to relieve himself and is too shy to get out of
bed naked in front of me."
I felt my cheeks go red at this comment. Both noticed this and
they laughed all the way to the door. I quickly hurried to the
washroom. I had just began to shower, when the curtain opened
and a naked Gord joined me. We hugged for a while and Gord
told me that Alan was one of his closet friends and not to
worry about him knowing about us. I had already put shampoo in
my hair and began to rub it in. Gord stopped me and said "let
me do that" I sat on the side of the tub so Gord could wash
my hair. He moved in between my legs and began to rub my
scalp. Gords cock was right in front of my face. I watched it
swing back and forth for a few seconds, then just reached out
and sucked him into my mouth. He let out a large gasp and was
soon rock hard in my mouth. Gord continued with my hair as I
sucked and licked his cock. Being as this was my first time
doing this, I gagged a few times trying to take into much and
also was told to watch my teeth. Soon I heard Gord say "Scott
I am close you better take it out of your mouth" I was to
slow. The first blast went straight into my throat, the second
and third hit me right in the face. I continued to pump his
cock until he told me to stop.
Gord looked down and told me he loved looking at my face
covered with his cum. I stood up and rinsed my face and hair
under the showers spray. Gord was now soaping my back and butt,
running his fingers into my crack. I soon felt his fingers at
the entrance of my hole. Slowly he pushed in. Gord then spun me
around and took my cock in his mouth as he continued to move
his fingers in my hole. He was rubbing my prostate as I was
sliding my cock in and out of his mouth. I started to shot
into Gords mouth and he sucked me until I pulled out. I was
taken by surprise when he stood up and kissed me with his mouth
full of my cum. After our kiss he told me "he wanted me to see
how good I tasted".
Our tee time was 11:10 am on Friday and we played with the
same group as the day before. Gord's play for the first few
holes was terrible. At he 5th hole Gord was already 3 over.
I said to him " you better start trying I don't want to go
home tonight"
Gord looked at me and said " Thanks, I don't want that
either"
We had figured earlier that Gord would new to be around -1 or
-2 to make the cut for the weekend play. That all being said,
with Gords plus 1 from yesterday and plus 3 so far today. He
would need to be a -6 for the last 14 holes. I told Gord what
I had figured out and he agreed. I said to Gord "I bet you
can do it"
He laughed and said "you don't have anything to bet with"
I thought about this for a while and came up with an idea. I
said to Gord "for ever stoke under par you end with, that
will be one hour I will do whatever you want. But every
stroke over par you have to do what I want for an hour. No
questions asked.
Gord laughed and said "I have created a sex monster in you, but
your math needs work. If I take your bet I would already owe
you 4 hours of time. That Would not be fair unless you are
willing to give me 3 hours per stoke under par as I already
need to shot a -4 just to break even."
I thought of this for a short time and agreed to the terms
(with the lead I had there was no way I was gonna lose) and
our bet was on. Over the next 14 holes Gord played the best
golf I had ever scene him play. Walking up the 18th fairway
after Gord hit an amazing 3 wood onto the green and was about
to putt for an eagle. He said to me "You realize if I sink
this next putt, you will owe me 9 hours."
" Ya I know rub it in some more. but man you played great."
Once we had turned his score card in, we knew that he had made
the cut and would be playing on the weekend. Gord was not
thrilled with his overall position -3 (28) but was happy he had
made the cut. We were both starving by now as it was already
past 7:00pm and decided to return to the hotel for a quick
shower before dinner.
When we returned to our hotel room the message light was
flashing on the phone. Gord called the front desk and found out
that Alan had left us a message to meet for dinner. Gord called
Alan who told us we had a reservation for 4 at 8:00pm at the
same Italian spot we had eaten at last night. Not having much
time Gord and I had quick showers, changed and headed for the
restaurant to meet Alan and Keith.
We entered the restaurant and the hostess told us that the
others had already arrived. We followed her to the table and I
soon saw Alan as he was facing us. When we got to the table my
eyes just about popped out of my head. Keith took one look at
me and said "Scott Stevens,oh my god".
Alan said " you two know each other?"
Keith answered "Scott play's on the hockey team my father
coached the last two seasons. I help out at the practices and
try keep guys like him inline"
Keith then looked at me and said " Alan told me I was going
to meet a real cute young guy tonight. I never dreamed it
would be you."
With the introductions finished, Gord and I sat down. Alan
once again was in hysterics over the whole situation. He then
proceeded to tell Keith that he has now seen me twice today,
with a look on my face that said, I just shit myself. Alan
recited the entire tale from this morning in the hotel room
and pretty soon we were all laughing.
The dinner seemed to fly by and the conversation seemed to
keep centering on me. I am the type of person who prefers to
be in the background, so the situation made me very
uncomfortable.
Keith kept telling them stories about my hockey team. One of
the stories Keith choose to tell was from the previous season
when we were away at a tournament. Through some foul up we were
entered in the wrong division and ended up playing against guys
who were 2 years older than us. The parents never told us until
after we were eliminated from the tournament. I assume they did
not want to panic us about playing older guys. The part of the
story Keith told was during the first game one player from my
team was hit from behind and was down on the ice. Laughing Keith
says " the next thing we saw was Scott with his gloves off
fighting this kid who was 2 feet taller than him, he got him
down on the ice and had his fingers through his face cage and
was banging the kids head of the boards, before the ref dove on
top of him and pulled him off."
Keith looked at Gord and said " I would'nt piss him off he has
a nasty little temper".
The second story Keith choose to tell was during the same
tournament. Back at the hotel my team was staying at, me and a
few of my teammates found a party room that was being setup for
an event. Keith told them " the little shits snuck out a full
case of beer and had it in one of the boys rooms in the bathtub
covered in ice. My dad found 8 of them in the room, drunk, a
few hours later"
Gord looked at me and said "boy I am seeing a whole different
side of you tonight."
The final story I remember Keith telling was one I had know idea
about. Keith went on to say that I was one of only 7 players that
his father had kept on the same team over the course of the last
two years. Keith said Scott was kept because my father trusted
him and if he told me do something I did it. My father use to
give Scott the worst assignments, penalty killing,shadowing the
top scores from the other team. Scott never complained he just
did it. Keith then told them about my team winning the Silver
Stick regional tournament for Toronto last year and that the
final game was played in Maple Leaf Gardens.
With all this attention I was dying to get out of there. I just
wanted to head back to the hotel and spend some time with Gord.
It was almost 10:30 by the time we were getting ready to leave
the restaurant. Gord had to bring up the bet and the fact that
I had lost earlier in the day and he was about to claim his
first hour.
Keith said " I wish had some of those hours"
Things were tense for a few seconds after that. I had the
feeling Keith wished he had not said that out loud. I saw the
look between Gord and Alan, and I felt uncomfortable as they
all looked at me.
When we returned to our room, Gord seemed to have a plan in
mind for the next hour. I was quickly undressed, and then
tied to the bed with my arms above my head stretched out. I
must admit it was very exciting and I was hard. Gord
returned from the bathroom with a razor and shave cream. I
was told that my legs and pubes were going to be shaved. I
did'nt have a lot of leg hair or pubes, but as all young
teen boys I was proud of what I had and hated the thought of
losing it. Gord soon had all my hairs gone and told me how
much he liked that look.
The next thing Gord had planned was to tie my legs above my
head so that my hole was totally exposed to him. With my legs
in position. Gord went through great detail to explain that
for the next 45 minutes he was going to drive me wild by
continually touching my prostate. I was told that when he felt
close to cumming he would stop and use his finger, until he
could resume with his cock. He pushed in to me and started
with long slow strokes. The pace was changed soon to fast hard
strokes and then I felt his fingers in me. I came for the
first time as his fingers started to message me. Gord started
again with his cock and the long slow strokes. By this time I
was sweating mess and the constant stimulation was making me
grunt and moan. By the time the 45 minutes was up I was
covered in my cum and full of his.
Gord carried me to the bathroom and held me upright under the
shower spray. My legs were so weak I could not stand. After a
few minutes I began to be able to stand on my own. I remember
crawling into bed and kissing Gord, before I fell asleep
wrapped in his arms.
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