Date: Wed, 03 Feb 2010 05:41:25 -0800
From: Scott Stevens <scott101@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Junior Golf Pro Chapter 5 Adult/Youth
JUNIOR GOLF PRO CHAPTER 5
Monday was a typical day for me that summer. I was dropped off
around 7:00am. Hung at the pro shop until I found somebody to
play with. That morning I was lucky another junior member and
his father were just a twosome and asked me to join them.
After my round I would eat lunch and hang out until my father
arrived to play.
Monday night I had dry-land training for hockey. I was on a new
team this year as Keith's father was not going to coach this
coming year. My new coach was from Czechoslovakia and was a
real fitness freak. The team had been together since early June
and we had dryland training twice a week all summer long.
When I got home Monday my mother told me Keith had called. She
told me "he is such a nice young man, we talked for the longest
time". Thoughts raced through my mind but I soon remembered he
promised he would never say anything. Keith had asked my mother
if I would like to play pickup hockey Saturday night as he and
some friends had the ice rented, but needed more players. My
mother had told Keith that I bet Scott would love to play but he
will be at his sisters on Saturday as his father and I are at a
wedding. My mother told me to return his call and thank him for
asking me to play.
I went to my room thinking how I could get out of going to my
sisters. I do love my sister but it is boring there for me,
she has a baby (ya I was an uncle at 13) and I don't know
anybody were she lives. My parents would not leave me alone
all-day and then most of the night while they were at the
wedding. My other sister was going to a friends cottage so she
would not be home either.
I called Keith back and told him what was going this weekend. We
talked for while and he asked me "do you think your parents
would let you hang with me for the day". I thought about this
and they had known Keith for 2 years now. I said I could ask.
Keith told me no. He said "let me talk to your mother it will be
better coming from me, they won"t think you are bugging me into
something". I put my mother on the phone. This was the worst
part. Only hearing what my mother was saying and those looks your
mother gives you when she is talking about you on the phone.
Finally she said " well let me check with my husband and I will
have Scott call you back".
To my surprise my father had no problem with Keith having me for
the day. I guess being the third child and the only boy I was
given lots of freedom. Keith had told my mother he would pick me
up at 8:30 Saturday morning, take me with him to York University
as he had football practice. The ice time Keith and his friends
had wasn't until 11:00pm that night so we would have the rest of
day after his football practice. Needless to say I could'nt wait
for Saturday to get here.
Gord and I spoke on the phone several times during the week. He was
busy with some big project at work and said he was behind after
last weekends golf tournament. We did make plans for Sunday. My
father would drop me off at the club for juniors golf Sunday
afternoon and Gord would bring me home. Most Sundays after golf my
parents would ask Gord to stay for dinner and we would both spend
time in the pool.
Saturday morning Keith was there right on time. He spoke with my
parents as I loaded my hockey bag and sticks into his car. I heard
Keith say. "well he doesn't act like he is 13, he is more mature
than some of my university friends. We had a great time last
weekend at the golf tournament together."
I said goodbye to my parents and was told to behave, do what
Keith tell's me to and stay out of the way at football practice.
My father gave me money for lunch, dinner and the ice time later.
He said I should have enough to pay for Keith's dinner as well.
Finally we were in the car and going.
I asked "so what are we doing after you finish football practice?"
Keith said "One of my friends left me the key to his apartment. He
is back home for a few weeks before the next term starts. We can
spend the day on campus there is always lots going on. Then with a
wicked grin and winking at me Keith says " as your parents said do
what Keith tell's you".
I was laughing at that, and got hard cause I had been dreaming
all week about being alone and doing stuff with Keith. Now I was
sure that Keith had been thinking about the same thing. I
remember saying something lame like " I always do as I'm told"
Football practice was great. Keith introduced me to most of the
team and the assistant coach who set up drills and basically got
things ready. He had me help him at the start of practice. Then
he sent me to run patterns for one of the quarterbacks who was
not
allowed in any contact drills as he was recovering from an
injury. After running for almost an hour, the assitant coach came
over and told the quarterback "don't kill the kid, jeez let him
have a break and some water"
When practice ended I was a sweating mess and covered in grass
stains. Keith came over and said. "Scott you need a shower as bad
as I do. Come on."
"Keith no way. I can't shower with all those guys and I don't even
have clean cloths to wear after"
Keith looked at me and said " Okay Scott, I get it. You hang
here, I
will be as quick as possible and then will get you some cloths
and you
can shower at the apartment".
I was so relieved he did not push me into showering with the
football team. I was still shy and had no pubic hair as Gord
shaved it all off last weekend. Plus I knew seeing all those hot
guys I would of got hard for sure. Keith was back in about 30
minutes and we went straight to K-mart. I grabbed some shorts socks
and t-shirt and we headed for the apartment.
We walked in and went straight to the elevators. I was tenting in
my
shorts and was almost positive Keith was in his jeans. Keith
looked
at me and said " I see you are excited. That's cool I am hard to,
he said pointing to the outline of his cock running down his pant
leg. The door to the apartment closed, we looked at each other
and soon moved our lips together in kiss that I will never forget.
When we finally broke from the kiss, Keith said "go shower and you
don't have to get dressed after"
I asked Keith "will you be naked when I come out ?".
Keith said "would you like me to be?"
Yes please, was all I could say as I went to find the bathroom.
After my shower, with a towel wrapped around me, I walked back to the
living room and saw Keith sitting on the couch naked. His chest was
huge and ripped , he was semi hard. I had only ever seen Gord naked
and his cock was about 6" and not to thick, but wow Keith was huge.
His cock was easily 8", cut, the shaft was not all that thick but his
cock head was huge .(still the biggest I have ever seen other than in
porno's) I was just standing there staring.
Keith saw me and asked "like what you see"
I came out of my daze and said "ya" I don't remember anything else
being said as I walked over to him on auto pilot, knelt down and
took his cock into my mouth. The head was so big it was hard to get
in my mouth. After sucking and licking for a few minutes I realized
that it had grown even more in my mouth. I could only move the head
back and forth a little in my mouth, I used my tongue to lick the
bottom of his head and stroked his shaft with my hand. When I
stopped, Keith pulled me up by my arms into his chest and we began
to kiss. His hands were running all over my body and he soon removed
the towel I had wrapped around my waist. He pushed me back to look
at my body then said "Scott your body is so hard and tight".
As he was looking at me and feeling my body I told Keith " I had
pubic hair and some leg hair until last weekend but Gord shaved me"
Keith laughed at this and began to suck and lick my cock. I pushed
into his mouth as his hands went to my butt. I felt his fingers at
my hole and I spread my legs wider to make it easier or him. After
a few minutes Keith knew I was close and asked "Scott lets go to
the bedroom"
We kissed and tongued for a time. Then Keith began to lube my hole,
asking me "are you ok with this?"
I told him " I did it last weekend, but Keith you are allot
bigger"
He said "I will go slow and if it hurts to much just tell me and
we can stop"
Keith took his time, used lots of lube, slowly working me open
until he had three fingers in me. Then he rolled me onto back and
I watched him lube up his cock. He began by rubbing his cock back
and forth across my hole, this felt really good, then he put the
tip of his cock into my hole and pushed very slowly in. I just
tried to relax and push out. I soon felt pain for my first time
doing this and told him to stop and just stay still.
I breathed my way through the pain, and told him to go slow.
Keith pushed a little more and I continued to breath hard.
Just as I was about to say stop again, I felt his huge cock head
pop through my ring. With a huge gasp and smile from me Keith
knew what had happened.
Keith continued to go slow letting me get use to his size. I could
feel his cock head pass over and squeeze my prostate as he pushed
in and pulled back. Then as he got close to my ring on his pull
back all the sensitive nerves in that area sent shocks through my
body. Keith began to go faster. The intense feelings had me
moaning and sweating. The faster he went the more intense it
became. My cock was rock hard and leaking, all of sudden my cock
sprayed cum all over me, I had never cum that much or so hard in my
life. When I came Keith seemed to really get into it. He began
going harder and faster,the constant mashing of my prostate kept me
on the edge of orgasm. I heard his breathing change as he began to
grunt and moan. I felt his cock go really hard and fire inside me,
it seemed to shoot forever.
Keith lowered himself on top of me as we began to kiss. Both tired
from our efforts we layed like this for a longtime. Keith began to
get heavy on me and even when he pulled out of me I felt a twinge
of pain as his cock head passed my ring. We both needed to shower.
Thanks for all the e-mails
Next up chapter 6 the rest of
Saturday and Sunday
Matt I know you got mad at me. I should not of said I told you
so. I know how hard it is being young like you and wanting an
older guy. e-mail me so we can talk again