Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2011 07:10:09 -0400
From: RJ T10000 <rjt10000@gmail.com>
Subject: Opie

Opie.

This is true story of young friends. If you are a fan of the RJ Chronicles
in Adult-Youth consider this the prequel.

RJT10000@Gmail.com

t/b

Crestwood Country Club is a members only club. I worked there since I was
13. My friend Kenny who was also 13 and I would pick up the range golf
balls from the driving range.  No fancy machine, just a ball tube and an
empty golf bag on a hill across the street. We got paid under the table
from the golf pro.  It was a pretty good gig being 13 and making money.  By
the time I was 14 I started helping the guy that did the carts as a summer
job.  Bring the carts up from the cart house in the morning and take them
back down at night to charge the batteries.  During the day when most carts
were out we would add water to the batteries or wash the carts that were
still in the cart house.  Joe was 19 and pretty cool.  He always had pot on
him and smoking up. He was the one that got me to smoke pot for the first
time.  He paid me under the table as well to help him.

After that we would get stoned and wait for the golfers to finish to bring
the carts to the cart house.  Joe and I were just hanging out in the cart
house.  Two teens older than me came in to the cart house and hung out.  I
guessed them to be 16 or so.  They had pot too and pulled out a
joint. "Want to smoke?".  Joe never missed an opportunity and since he
didn't have to use his stash "Sure why not".  After the joint was gone the
two older teens got pretty bold.  One of them said to me "You know your
cute, I bet you have a real cute dick too.  Can we suck your cock?".

I just kinda freaked out "No way man".  They said "We won't hurt you we
just want to taste your cum".  "No way".  I looked at Joe I guess for moral
support.  Joe said "Hey man its not my thing but have you ever gotten your
dick sucked before?"  I was 14 "No".  Joe said "Don't knock it until you
try it, you might like the feeling.  I tell you what, if you want to try it
and let them suck your dick I will hang out outside. If they try to hurt
you just yell out and I will beat the shit out of them".  My mind was
saying no but my head nodded yes.  "Cool man, we promise we will not hurt
you" I was scared shitless.  Joe said "Go around the back so no one can see
you".  I led them around the corner to the back of the ell shaped garage. I
sat down behind the wheel of a cart.  "Move over here".  I moved to the
passenger seat of the golf cart.  One reached over and grabbed my crotch.
He said "Nice, Jimmy you are gonna like this".  He moved his hand away and
the other took his place over my pants.  "Definately Nice Bro".  I tensed
up.  "Relax man, we are not going to hurt you, just go with it dude".

I let them undue my jeans button and unzip my fly.  The first one started
to fondle me through my underwear.  The second one had my jeans and said
"let me pull these down". I lifted my ass and my jeans were at my ankles.
The first one kept fondling me and then grabbed my underwear at the sides
of my waist "Come on man show us what you got".  I lifted my ass again and
my underwear was at my ankles too.  "Dude how old are you?"  "14".  "Dude
you have a beautiful dick.  Jimmy he is bigger than you and me".  They both
undid their jeans and lowered their jeans and underwear. I stammered "What
are you doing".  "Relax man we are going to suck you and then suck each
other"

The first teen grabbed my cock and started to play with it. I had to admit
it felt better to have someone else touch my cock instead of jerking off in
the shower.  I was about half hard and growing when the first teen put his
mouth around my cock.  He moved his hand on my shaft and licked the tip of
my dick.  I got to my full length.  "Bro look at this we hit a jackpot" I
looked at my cock and then at theirs. I was bigger.  I asked "How old are
you?".  The first one said "I'm 16 he's 18".  "Dude what do you have 7 or 8
inches" I nodded. Last time I measured I peaked just over 7 inches and as
fat as a quareter. "Dude you sure your only 14".  "Last month".  "Nice".
The younger one returned his lips to my cock and started to suck me off.
The older one took his turn and they traded off.  Joe came around the
corner "Are you alright back here RJ?"  as he looked at our cocks.  He just
watched as these two gave me my first blow job.  "Come on man give us your
cum".  I let loose a volley of cum.  They both licked it off my dick.  As
my cock started to fade the older one sat down on a cart.  The younger
sucked him off and swallowed his cum.  The changed places and the younger
one got sucked.  I pulled my underwear and jeans back up.  The other two
finished and departed.  "Dude maybe we see you later some time. You cum
like a man not a teen".  Joe said "So what did you think?".  I said "Sure
beats jerking off".  "Come on lets get some carts down".

I guess I should take a second to describe myself at 14.  I am a tall kid,
over 6 foot and still growing, brown hair and hazel eyes. I weigh 150
pounds.  I always thought my cock was on the small side, but now I guess I
am at least average. My cock does go to 7 1/4 inches and I am circumcised.
I have a patch of pubic hair but my chest is bare and I have some hair
under my arm pits but not much.  My balls only have peach fuzz.  My friend
Kenny is just shorter than I am and has sandy blond curly hair, and has a
much bigger patch of pubes and hair under his arms.  His cock is bigger
than mine and uncut. I guess that is why I thought mine was on the small
side. We have been best friends since we were 12.

Joe got fired one day.  A college student took over the cart master job and
I worked for him.  I got the job as cart master when I turned 17.  Kenny 17
as well got the job washing clubs for the pro shop when golfers came back.
He got paid in tips and I was on the clock.  By 17 I was 6'4' and 210
pounds. I had a full bush, hairy balls now and hair under my pits and some
on my chest. My cock grew fatter some but not much in length. I supported a
7 1/2 inch hard on. Kenny and I would both pickup an occasional caddy loop
for extra money.  Life was good.  It was about to get better.

Local kids would hang out at the golf club. The club had a pool so there
were always kids there.  But some would hang out with Kenny and I.  One in
particular was drop dead gorgeous.  He was eleven years old, short
strawberry blond hair, mostly blond with hints of red, and blue eyes.  His
name was Chris.  He looked just like Ron Howard in the old Andy Griffith
show.  He was a mirror image of Opie so that is what everyone called him.
Opie. He stood about 4 foot 4 inches and 75 pounds Opie had an older
sister, Kate, she was 13 and not bad looking either.

Now I knew I was always attracted to younger boys.  But this was beyond
attracted. I got a boner every time he showed up which soon became
everyday.  Opie and Kate would show up every afternoon sometimes they had a
friend with them David, he was a looker too.  11 years old and brunette.
They would sit on the caddy wall while Kenny cleaned and put away golf
clubs. I would hang up at the club house with them waiting for carts to
come in and take them down.  Opie would ride down the hill with me to the
cart house.  We would walk back up the hill together and get the next
cart. Kate would hang with Kenny.  Sometimes David would ride the carts but
he usually stayed up at the club house with Kenny and Kate.

Opie and I did the cart walk everyday. Talking and laughing, goofing
around.  I really liked him and he liked me.  The gang was hanging out on
the caddy wall, Kenny working, me waiting.  It was early 1980's and
everything said by kids or teens was 'fag'.  "Don't be such a fag", "Thats
so faggy".  On and on.  God help you if you actually were one though.  One
day sitting on the wall David said something to Opie.  "What are you a fag
or something?".  Opie said "Yes I am".  Everyone laughed at him and laughed
it off.  Opie was always clowning around and you never knew what to expect
from his mouth.

After that time, anytime some said something about a fag Opie would say
"Don't say that. I'm a fag" with a huge smile on his face showing his
pearly white teeth to go along with his sparkling blue eyes, then burst out
into laughter.  Well Opie's sister Kate not to be out done "He is you know,
he really is a fag".  Kenny and I would laugh at them and the hyjinx
antics.  I being a boy lover wanted to find out but didn't want to get
caught. Or say something like "Oh yeah, so am I" and have them laugh at me
for ever with the monicker of 'Faggot'.

Opie came alone one day. So He and I hung out in the cart house.  He helped
me wash carts. I filled batteries with water.  He said "RJ. Teach me how to
drive a cart. If I drive up the hill with you, then you can get the next
cart and I'll follow you".  I agreed.  I said "I use to do it when I was 13
so why not.  I'll even pay you something for being the cart master
assistant".  "Cool, Thanks RJ".  I said "I have to check with Jack first
though. I don't want to get fired". We walked up the hill.  Jack was the
club starter and I worked for him.  Kenny worked for the Head Pro of the
course.  Jack said "Are you taking responsibility for him?"  "Yes, and
Mr. Carsons precious carts as well".  "Ok by me".  I grabbed a cart. Opie
looked at a cart I said "Not yet, I'll teach you down at the cart house".
He climbed in with me.  I got out and said "Move over here".  I got in the
passenger side.  I said "This lever is foward and reverse, gas pedal and
brake.  Push the top of the brake and that sets the emergency brake.  Touch
the gas and the emergency brake will release.  Real easy push the gas and
steer".  "Cool".  He did as he was told.  "Stop".  He did. "Set the
emergency brake".  He had to slide forward to push the top of the brake".
I said "Sorry man but your to short to drive".

He said "How about I bring a pillow from home tomorrow, that will push me
forward enough".  I said "Good idea.  We try again tomorrow with a pillow.
Move so I can park this".  I backed the cart into the cart house and
plugged it in to charge.  We walked up the hill and rode down until all the
carts were backed into place and plugged in for the night.  I said "Come on
lets go".  "RJ can we just hang out here for a while?"  I said "I have to
punch out or I get in trouble, besides don't you have go home its almost
8:30".  "No I can stay for a while". Opie was a cutie. I wanted to just rip
his clothes off to see his dick and then suck it forever.  But always
affraid of getting caught and be labeled a 'fag'.  It was the early 1980's
after all.  I decided against it.  "Come on, I have to be back here at 5:30
in the morning". I locked the cart house garage doors.  He walked with me
up the hill and we caught up with Kenny just finishing up the last bags and
putting them away.  He locked the bag storage area and we all walked home.
I usually drove but my car wasn't running.  Kenny lived the closest to the
country club. It was almost in his back yard.  Opie lived up and over the
hill more than a mile away.  I lived over a couple of blocks.  Kenny said
see ya.  I said "Do you want me to walk you home?".  "No I'm good, I'll see
you tomorrow RJ, and thanks for letting me drive".  "See you tomorrow
Opie".  I watched his tight ass walk away.  I walked home wondering to
myself what his ass, and his cock looked like.  I jerked off in the shower
thinking about it.

I came to work the next morning. It was a Saturday so getting the carts up
was easy.  All the caddies helped bring up and line up the carts.  That was
the nice thing about weekends I had help with the carts at least in the
morning.  Opie and Kate showed up around 10:00am.  Kate hung with Kenny and
Opie walked down to the cart house carrying two square pillows.  I was
changing batteries in a few carts.  He helped me wash them, and I parked
them to charge.  "RJ are you going to teach me to drive?"  "Later Opie,
Mr. Carson is on the course somewhere. After he passes and is in the club
house, otherwise it would be my ass".  "Okay".  The cart house was between
the first and eighteenth holes.  You could see the 18th tee box.  I saw
Mr. Carson and his group tee off.  I pulled a cart out that was already
washed but washed it anyway as they played past the cart house to the
green.  Mr. Carson drove right past and stopped "Good job RJ, you take care
of the carts very well".  "Thank you Mr. Carson".  He said "And who is
this?"  I said "This is Chris, he's a friend and helps me wash and dry".
Opie was toweling the cart.  "Good job to you too young man".  "Thank you".
Carson pulled away to finish his round.  Opie smiled.  "What was all that
about?".  I said "Kissing up to the owner. If he knows who I am and thinks
I'm doing a good job I might get a raise or a better job around here".
"Cool'.  I left the cart out and waited a half hour so I knew the old man
was inside. Probably playing poker with his cronies.

"Get your pillows and lets try again".  He put both pillows behind
him. "Touch the gas to release the brake and then set the emergency brake".
He did. "Good now you can reach the pedals, nice and easy take us down to
the 18th tee, turn around and come back.  Stay on the cart path.  Old man
Carson has a fit when a cart is off the path".  "Okay". He drove down the
cart path to the tee. A foursome was about to tee off. I whispered "Stop"
and gave him the quiet signal. We waited until the group teed off and moved
away.  I said "Okay you have to keep it on the path so you need to use the
reverse as well. Its called a K turn.  Start to the right side of the path,
turn the wheel all the way left and stop when the front tire hits the
grass". He moved forward a foot or two and made the first turn. "Good now
reverse the wheel all the way, back up and stop when the back wheel
touches".  He flipped the control knob and looked over his shoulder,
stopped as told.  "Now take us back to the cart house". Forward and
finished the turn with no problem and drove back the cart house.  "That was
cool".  "Come on lets go see if any carts are ready to be brought down.
When you come down the hill don't slam on the brakes, just tap it to keep
you at a slow speed and don't be a speed demon either, if you wreck I get
fired".  "I won't". "Lets go, drive up the 18th cart path and down the
1st".

He shuttled me and I brought carts down and parked them. He was happy as a
clam, smiling all day long. His sister was busy helping Kenny out as well.
He said "Can we hang out tonight, we don't have to be home until 10:00?"  I
said "Not tonight, I have to put a new starter in my car, but if you want I
will drive you home later".  We walked up the hill to Kenny and Kate.  Opie
said "Kate tell mom and dad I'll be home by ten. I am going to help RJ
install a new starter in his car".  "Okay".  We all parted at Kenny's house
and Opie followed me home. "Can I see your room".  "Sure come on".  We went
inside, my father gave me an interesting look. "Who's this?"  "This is
Chris, everyone calls him Opie because of his looks.  He hangs at the golf
coarse and has been helping me with the carts.  His sister helps Kenny with
the clubs.  I need to put the starter in and then I'll drive him home".
"Okay".  "He just wants to see my room and then we will get the starter
in".  My father nodded but I'm sure he wondered why a 17 year old would be
hanging with a much younger boy.  He didn't say anything.  I showed Opie my
room, he looked around. "This is a cool room".  "Thanks" and we went back
to the garage.  I had the starter installed in about 45 minutes, with Opie
under the car next to me.  "Can I help?".  "Yeah, hold the socket shaft so
I can tighten the bolts, here hold like this".  I took his hand and put it
on the socket shaft and closed his grip on the tool.  I wished it was my
tool he had a grip on.  I reconnected the battery terminals and turned the
key. Now I have wheels again.  We packed up my tool box, it was 9:00pm.

I said "You ready to go home".  "RJ its only 9:00, I don't have to be home
until 10:00, I wanna hang with you for a while, is there anything we can
do?". Not with my parents in the house I didn't say outloud.  I did say
"Let me show you our basement, its pretty cool, it has a pool table, bar
and fish tank but no fish anymore".  He followed me. As I passed my father
on the couch I said "Dad, Opie has to be home at 10:00. We're going to
shoot a game of pool or two then I will get him home before 10:00".  He
nodded.  My father and I don't have much communications.  I took Opie
downstairs and turned on the lights.  "Wow, look at this place, this is so
cool".  He ran around checking out the finished basement.  It was a cool
place.  He went behind the wet bar to the fish tank. "How come there are no
fish?"  I said "The house is for sale, my parents are getting a divorce".
"Why?".  "I don't want to talk about it now, do you want to shoot some
pool".

I racked and let him break.  He sucked on the break and the cue barely
touched the rack.  I reracked.  "Try again". Second time wasn't any better.
I racked one more time.  I said "Here like this".  I showed him how to hold
the cue stick.  "Help me break".  "Okay".  I got behind him and held his
small hands on the cue stick, I leaned over him to break. I got close
enough to his neck to smell his boy scent. I pulled the cue back with him
following my hands and broke the rack. He moved around trying to sink the
balls. "RJ help me".  I once again got behind him and aimed the cue with my
hands touching his. This time with the front of my jeans touching the back
of his. The next shot I wasn't as close to him.  He said "Your too far away
from me to help me. Move closer".  I moved in so my crotch was on his body
above his ass.  "Thats better".  We did this for the entire rack. I was
starting to re-rack when my father yelled down stairs "RJ its 9:45".
"Thanks dad, come on I need to drive you home".  "I have to pee".  "The
bathroom is right there".  He didn't bother to close the door. I could hear
him take a piss. I thought of moving to take a look but left it alone. Was
he inviting me, teasing me, or just innocent.

I pulled in front of his house, it was 9:55. I said "I'll see you tomorrow,
I had fun today, and thanks for the help at work and with my car".  He said
"I had a blast today. I got to drive golf carts, work on a car, play pool,
and hang with you all day.  Come inside I want you to meet my dad and show
you my room".  "Opie, its late I have to work in the morning, get inside
before your late".  "Come on please, 5 minutes, please".  I don't know why
but I turned the car off.  "5 minutes".  Five minutes turned into over an
hour. "Sir, I have to go home".

A week passed with the same daily routine. Opie and Kate would show up at
the club, Kate would help and hang with Kenny, and Opie would hang and help
me with the carts.  Opie was still being a tease, a goof ball, fun to be
around and sexier than ever. He was a good little worker.  I still couldn't
figure out if his 'fag' antics were just play, a total tease act because he
was very good looking and knew it trying to get a laugh, or maybe was
trying to figure himself out.  He was warming up to me everyday.  Maybe big
brother syndrome, maybe something else. He still kept his private region
hidden from my view. My desires wanted to touch him. I would be happy with
just a peak to find out what was hiding in the tight jeans he wore. My mind
had an image of his ass beacuse of the tight jeans. Not much left to the
imagination. His boy package, nice round bulge in the crotch of his jeans,
questions in my mind that needed answers without getting caught.  I think
Opie had the same questions in his mind, although his approach was scary
for me. His current tactic is 'Declare I'm a fag and see what happens, I
will make fun of you or maybe want to try something'.  The kid was fun,
gorgeous and scary as hell, at least to me a 17yo teen with a job,
girlfriend, and a secret love for boys.

Days passed. Opie and I were in the cart house playing cards.  I dropped my
cards and went out front. "Where you going?".  "Take a piss the toilet is
clogged again or still, the thing never works and they don't pay me enough
around here to keep fixing it".  I walked out the garage to the trees next
to the building. I kept my back to the course and pulled out my dick to
take a piss.  Opie was soon next to me at an angle away from me and pulled
out his dick.  I said "Try not to scare the golfers with that thing".  He
laughed and said "Hey don't do that I almost peed on my self".  I took an
innocent opportunity. I turned my piss spray his way. "Oh you want pee on
yourself" I aimed my stream at a tree but he could see my cock.  He turned
and his piss stream at mine at the same tree.  He looked at my dick and I
looked at his.  He saw my cut cock and I saw a nice circumcised boy cock,
maybe 2 1/2 inches in size semi-soft taking a wizz.  Mine was hardening as
we peed.  He tried to keep his pee in my stream but I played games moving
the stream. He had to move around to keep up. I never moved my eyes from
him.  His didn't move either.  We went back into the cart house and sat on
a cart. I had my feet up on the front of the cart, he was on the drivers
side.

He said "Man that was so gay, What you can't take a piss without looking".
I was either doomed or a door might have opened a crack.  I said "It was a
joke, and by the way your eyes never left my dick.  I looked because I was
just curious".  I said "What's up with the fag thing with you.  You run
around telling everyone 'I'm a fag, I'm a fag' and your sister adds to
it. You always tell gay jokes.  Are you just looking for attention and
laughs or are you gay. As for the piss I was trying to have some fun with
you. I like you and I thought you liked being around me.  If your going to
freak out and tell everyone you know that I peeked when you took a piss and
start calling me a fag our friendship is over".

Not to metion my life. My heart was pounding and my mind racing 'What is he
going to say?' 'What am I going to do?'  'Suicide thats the answer', I'll
run away', 'I'll do', 'I'll do what'.

"RJ, RJ, man you just spaced out. Hey I was curious too. Sorry. I don't
want our friendship to be over. What did I do wrong that made you say that?
I will never do it again".

"Chris, everything you do is a game to satisfy you. As long as you get a
laugh out of it, its fine. As long as you have fun its fine.  You don't
care who gets hurt in the process. 'He's a fag' , I'm a fag' broadcast to
everyoe around. I am trying to get into the Air Force to build a life for
myself. This is just a job, but for now I need it.  What are you going to
do, go home tell all your friends and you sister so she can tell all her
friends 'RJ peeked when I took a pee, he must be gay' just to get a laugh
and be the center of attentiion with the Opie act. I can't handle this. I
like you, I like you hanging out with me. I want to be your friend and
teach you things. But I can't take you playing me for a fool. I have too
much at risk".  He put his head on my shoulder and wrapped his hands around
my arm.  "I'm sorry RJ. It won't happen again" "Yes you will".  "Not with
you I won't".  He leaned his head forward my arm and hugged my arm.  "I
promise I will not say anything or ever do anything else that might harm
you".  "What about my friends?".  He had tears coming down his face. "Kenny
too, but Kate seems to be after him. I want to be your friend and be with
you". After about an hour he said "I have to go".  He walked up the path. I
had to do the carts myself.

I didn't see Opie for two days. I was tending to carts when I heard "Need
some heip" behind me.  "Yeah sure, you Okay".  Opie said "I had things to
think about, sorry, I should have been here to help".  I finished the cart
and closed the lid. "What's going on?".  He shuffled his feet. "Its what
you said the other day. Me always clowning around and all the gay jokes and
stuff. I had to think about it for a while".  He was still upset, he sat in
a cart and watched me work for a while. I said "I'm listening when your
ready to talk, if you want to work for a while back this one up and park
it. Bring out 76.  You will have to move other carts out of the way, its on
the back wall.  Don't hit anything. If you can't park them just stop and I
will help you, remember about the battery charging cable.".  What ever was
on his mind at the moment disappeared.  "Cool, thanks RJ".  Things returned
to semi-status-quo, but he has something on his mind and isn't ready to
talk. I still have butterflies in my stomach.

Later on in the day a friend showed up at the cart house which is
unusual. She works at the pool as the assisstant manager. "RJ we're having
an unofficial swim party tonight if your interested. Low key and quiet, but
if you can bring a bag it would be great. Side gate will be open after
9:00. Can you give me a ride back to the pool, I don't want to be late".
"Sure Pam, get in, Chris you coming for a ride or staying here?".  He sat
on the front of the cart facing Pam. I drove up to the pool. "Hi I'm Opie".
She said "Opie?".  Before Chris could start I said "Did you ever see the
old Andy Griffith show, Ron Howard as a boy whistling, fishing and yelling
'Coming Pa'."  She said "Jesus, he does look like him". I said "Meet Opie
of the 80's".  Chris gave an emmy awarding smile, right in character and on
cue.  My butterflies were getting worse.  This kid had the routine down
pat. 'I'm so cute you have to give me all the attention. See I could be
famous. I look like Opie'.  Pam said "Do you have a real name or did your
parents mean to torment you for the rest of you life?.  Does this look like
Mayberry or the Okie Fanokie Swamp to you?".  I couldn't help it I busted
out laughing. Chris on the other hand was not so happy.  Pam is 24 and
tells it like it is.  Don't like it too bad attitude.  I said "His name is
Chris but everyone calls him Opie at his request" Pam said "I won't, nice
to meet you Chris, if you get permission RJ can bring you to the swim
party, if you can keep your mouth shut.  RJ I didn't see Kenny can you pass
the word".  "I'll tell him but I doubt it.  That leaves one other problem.
Opie here has a 13 yo sister that hangs out with Kenny doing the clubs and
helps around the Pro shop".  "Bring her along if she can keep her mouth
shut".  I said "Neither of them can. I'll see what I can do".  I dropped
Pam at the pool and headed back. Chris took the passenger seat of the cart.
He stayed quiet for the trip back to the cart house.

I broke the ice. "Are you mad at me or Pam or both?"  "I don't know, I
guess confussed more than mad. No I'm not mad, but what she said hurt. And
what you said a couple of days ago".  I said "The Opie, Mayberry part?"  He
nodded.  I said "Chris you are a boy with exceptional looks and you know
it. So you try to manipulate everything and everyone around you so you get
all the attention.  Your sister does the same thing.  Pam tells it like it
is, she will be the best person you would ever meet. Just don't cross her.
Despite her size, she scares the crap out of me.  Yes I can pick her up and
toss her like a rag doll.  I've heard the stories first hand of those that
have tried. They will never do it again.  So the question is do you want to
go to the swim party. If you say yes then you have to call your mom and dad
to get permission".

Chris said "I want to go with you. If Kenny goes Kate will want to go as
well".  "Lets find out".  I picked up the cart house phone and called the
pro shop. "Is Kenny there its RJ" pause "Yeah" "Kenny I know you can't
talk, call me when you get a chance from a phone with privacy, short
version pool party tonight. Kate is invited also". Kenny said "Give me
twenty minutes I have to cover the shop for a while" "See ya man".  The
phone rang about 10 minutes later.  "What is going on?".  "Pam is having an
under the table pool party tonight. 9:00 side gate is open.  Old man Carson
and his son are out of town. Tomorrow is Monday so the country club is
closed.  I have to work because there is an outing tomorrow. Pam asked me
to pass on the word to you. She met Opie and I told her about him and
Kate. They are invited as well.  Ask Kate, if she says yes they need
permission. I can take them home on my dinner break to get swim suits".
Kenny said "I'll come for a while, but I have to study later so I will bail
early, Kate is right here hang on...Yes she wants to go as well".  I said
"Put her on the phone".  I handed the phone to Chris "Kate".  The two
worked out what they would tell their parents.  Kate made the call to their
house and got permission to stay out late and go swimming at the club.
Kate walked home and got swim suits for Chris and herself and came back.

Kenny and Kate brought two carts down to the cart house. "Figured you could
use a hand, these were ready to come down".  Chris asked "Why is the party
so secretive?"  I said "Because the Old Man and his manager son are out of
town this weekend. The only people that have to work tomorrow are me and
the kitchen manager, so the employees use the pool once in a while
basically because according to the owner and the members of this place we
are working class trash that have to suck up to rich, snotty assholes that
think a dollar is too much of a tip to get good service.  Their rich, we're
poor so the world is in perfect balance".  Kenny said "Amen to that, Miser
Klein actually gave me a quarter today and said 'This is for you boy',
sorry you cheap screw, you will be playing with dirty clubs tomorrow".  I
said "I hate the 'Boy' shit.  You free?"  "Yeah".  "Lets get the carts
down, Chris shuttles, I'll park, lets have some fun tonight.  Kenny you
going home for a suit, bring one for me" "You got it".

I was going to enjoy tonight. Chris had to get naked to get into a swim
suit. I was going to be there for that moment. Kenny took a locker on the
corner, I took one further down. I said "Chris put your stuff in this
locker with my stuff, I have a lock".  Kenny changed and Opie was looking,
trying not to get caught looking. Kenny went to the pool. I took of my
clothes and put them in the locker. Opie never took his eyes off of me. I
pulled up the trunks. "Are you going swimming or what?"  He pulled off his
shirt and put it on the bench. His chest was smooth and lean, I started to
bone instantly. He took off his shoes and socks and threw them in the
bottom of the locker. He totally disappointed me by turning his back to me
and pulled his jeans and underwear off. All I saw was an absolute beautiful
boy ass with tight, round globes, and pale white.  His trunks were up in
two seconds covering my fantacies.  Maybe I'll get a chance later. He still
has to change later.  We walked to the pool area and a select few of
employees were gathering. Kenny, Kate, Chris and I jumped in the pool and
were goofing around. I took every opportunity to touch Chris I could with
out being too obvious.  He didn't seem to mind. He liked the attention he
was getting.  Kate was trying to get the same physical attention from
Kenny.

Kenny is way to straight and narrow. I watched them and I thought about my
friend. He is Mister Goody Two Shoes if you ever met one. Doesn't drink,
smoke cigarettes, or pot, church every Sunday and goes to a parochial
school. Thats how we met when we were 12. I went to a different High School
and graduated early. He has a year to go until graduation.  I don't even
think he jerks off. If he does he would never tell me about it.  Come on
what teen age boy doesn't.  His parents are great but very strick.  If
Kenny were to touch a girl it would be after a long dating period, followed
by a long engagement and only after the wedding.  Me on the other hand I
like sexual contact, if not with another person then I jerk off in the
shower fantisizing about someone. I also smoke and drink. I have other
friends that will buy beer for me.  Amazing how different we are but we are
really good friends.

Meanwhile Opie was trying to dunk me and doing his best to maintain the
attention. I said "I gotta piss I'll be back".  He giggled "Just pee in the
pool".  "Don't even think about it, you will have a cloud of blue all
around you, the pool is chemically treated".  I went to the lockerroom ,
took a piss and got a 1/2 ounce of pot out of the locker. I grabbed the
rolling papers and returned to the party.  I put everything in front of
Pam.  "Don't let the kids know".  She put the stuff in her purse.  Tony the
kitchen manager showed up, he brought beer and booze with mixers. It was a
party now. I was back in the pool when the first joint got lit up.  Chris
said "Whats that smell".  Kate to show her all knowingness at 13 said
"They're smoking a joint stupid".  Kenny got pissed off and said " I hope
that isn't yours. Its bad enough you smoke the crap but don't let these two
get any. I'm out of here. I have to study anyway, I need to get my grades
up so I can get into college.  Kate, Chris would you like me to take you
home now?".  "We want to stay with RJ, he'll take us home".

We hung out with the party and I drank a few beers and had a shot of
something that sounded good but tasted nasty.  I caught Opie twice sipping
off my beer. Kate was a social butterfly and sipped other drinks.  I only
took a few hits of my own stash.  Someone opened up coke and cut up small
lines. As much as I wanted to stay I had to get these two out of here.
"Kate call your father, have him come pick you guys up".  "I can't I said
we were over at a friends house, they don't know we're here".  This girl
lies like a pro, Chris too.

I picked up the payphone and dropped a quarter. "Mr. Walters, this is
RJ. Kate and Chris are with me at the country club swim pool. Please come
pick them up and take them home".

"Come on you two, get dressed, your dad is on the way. Come on Chris, Kate
you ok?" She just huffed and walked to the lockerroom.  I unlocked the
locker and pulled my trunks down, not hiding but not outright showing my
stuff to Chris.  He made sure no one else was in the lockers and pulled his
suit off facing me.

I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him.  He is absolutly fantastic. To
see him finally naked was a dream come true.  His small well defined frame
of a boy, reddish-blond hair, 4'4", 75lbs, and his cock and balls were
perfect. He hung about an inch and a half soft with a circumcised head and
balls just starting to drop a little with his left nut just below his right
one. A photographic moment I will never forget. A half second later reality
snapped back in, he got dressed and we waited at the pool gates for their
father.

Mr. Walters showed up a few minutes later. He got out of the car and wasn't
happy. He sad "Come on, lets go home, you to RJ".  "Sir I can walk
home. I'll leave my car here, I have to work tomorrow anyway. There's a
shotgun outing, almost 400 golfers, I have to get every cart we have up for
the start time".  He said "You're right RJ, you will leave your car here. I
am driving you home, get in".  I'm screwed.  I sat in the front seat and
Kate and Chris were in the back. He pulled up to the front of the house. He
said "I would like to speak to your parents".  I sort of said "I wish you
wouldn't, I didn't know there was going to be drugs there, thats why I
called you".  I lied. But honestly I didn't know about the coke. If I knew
that none of them would have been there. Thankfully Kenny left early.  He
tolerates my smoking pot barely, anything more and he would turn me in to
the cops.

I opened the car door and walked up the lawn, opened the front door and
looked around.  My dad was asleep on the couch as usual.  "Dad, wake up,
someone wants to talk to you".  My father shook of the sleepiness. I knew I
was screwed, so did Kate and Chris. Mr. Walters shook hands with my father
and the exchanged the standard BS that goes with it. I was expecting the
worst. I wasn't ready for what happened next.

"Sir, you son is a fine young man. Katie lied to me and I will deal with
that later. Chris as well.. RJ called me to pick them up and I insisted to
drive him home. They were at a pool party that I didn't know about and when
drugs up showed RJ called me to get my kids out of there. I had
reservations about a 17 year old hanging out with my 11 year old son. RJ is
a fine young man and now I trust him. RJ you can come to our house anytime
you wish".  My dad said to me "Pool party and drugs?" I had to confess to a
point. "Dad, It was an employee only get together at the club pool. Kate
and Chris were invited as well. I knew some pot would be there but I kept
them in the pool and just having some fun.  When the coke showed up I
called Mr. Walters to take them home. I was going to walk home but
Mr. Walters insisted and here we are.".  My dad said "Thank you for being
honest. I had my own reservations of the friendship between you. You are 17
and he is 11".  I said "Dad, Dan is five years older than me and Ron is
nine years older than me.  We always goofed around and still have
fun. Chris is like a little brother that I never had. All I have is older
brothers and sisters, and none of them live at home anymore".  My father
said "I seem to remember a lot more fighting from you boys , rather than
getting along with each other".  "Dad, you can't blame me for you having
six kids, and me being the youngest. Can I be excused I have to work in the
morning".  "Good night RJ" I waved as I climbed the stairs. I got a shower
and jacked off thinking about Chris and finally seeling his beautiful naked
body.

When I woke I obviously didn't get Chris out of my mind.  The sheets were
cum soaked from my wet dreams, I was a mess. I showered andI stripped the
bed and flipped the mattress. I started the laundry before I left for
work. Mom took it in stride, after all I was the youngest of six. I
couldn't do anything that they hadn't dealt with before.

I went to work at 6:00.The shotgun outing started at 10:00. I started to
bring the carts up by myself, caddies were not allowed for a tournement,
carts only. At 6:30 Mr. Walters, Chris and Kate showed up at the cart
house.  "Need some help". Chris was smiling from ear to ear. "Yes Sir"
Mr. Walters said " These two are grounded for lying to me. However, you
didin't and did the right thing by calling me last night. Your father and I
talked when you went upstairs. Chris is welcome at your house and you are
welcome at ours. As part of their punishment the money you gave Chris is
being returned. Same with Kenny."  He handed me an envelope of cash.  I
said "Sir, I can't speak for Kenny or Kate, but Chris has been a great
assest with me helping me with the carts. I can't pay him much, but what I
can afford to give him he deserves. If you don't want him to have it put
the money away for school or something. I will not take the money back".
"Fair enough. Lets get the carts up. I will take Kate with me when were
done. Please have Chris home by 10:00". "Yes Sir".

All the carts were up. Jack said to me "Help load bags, you might as well
make some extra money today".  "Thanks Jack".  Chris asked "What should I
do?". Jack said "Make sure every cart has a score card and extra
pencils". Chris ran his cute little ass off doing his assigned job. Jack
and I were making money hand over fist. Touch a bag get paid.  Chris came
to me and asked "Now what".  I said "I have an idea, go to the 1st tee box
ball washer and offer to wash the players golf ball. Turn on your Opie
charm, smile a lot. Tell them its for good luck or some other bull shit
story.".  He beamed and got into his character, which wasn't hard to do. He
ran over to the ball washer post. The golfers milling around waiting for
the shotgun start. Jack and I were still busy loading bags. I don't know
what Chris said but he definately got an audiance.  He took a player's
ball, stuck in the ball washer post and lifted the handle to clean the
ball. Up and down, fast and slow. He wiggled his ass as he pumped the
washing station. He was getting me hard as hell. I don't think I was the
only one.  When he pulled the ball out of the washer he kissed it before he
gave it back to the owner. I was close enough once to hear him say "This is
for good luck, have a great round and I bet you win today".  Jack and I
were getting ones and fives for tips.  Chris was getting ones, fives, tens
and even a twenty or two for washing a golf ball. All the players departed
at 9:40 to give them time to get to their assigned starting hole.  Jack
fired the shotgun at 10:00 to start the tournement.  Chris said "Now what
do we do?".  Jack answered "Now RJ and you ride around the back nine making
sure everyone stays on the cart paths while I cover the front nine. Unless
you want to stay here and wash balls all day. Everyone has to come by here
at least once more".  Chris looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and said
"The members aren't going to pay you for it".  His pockets were already
stuffed with cash. I took my tips and put them in one pocket. "Give me your
money, this pocket is mine this is yours, I'll pick you up for lunch, if
you need anything go to the pro shop. Phil or Bob will take care of you".
Jack said "You should do it.  RJ we'll switch after lunch".  I said to
Chris "You okay?".  He just smiled "I like money, I'll see you later to
take the carts down". I walked down the hill to get the other ranger cart.

The only good thing about a shotgun outing is all the carts are in
early. Otherwise you work your ass off. Chris and I had the last cart in
the house and charging by 4:30. I pulled my money pocket out and dumped the
cash on a cart seat. I pulled his money out and dumped it on the next
cart. He emptied his pockets and we unfolded the money to count it. I had
over $200 and Chris had close to $400 dollars. I said "Give that money to
your dad, tell him the truth, you washed golf balls at the outing".  "Okay,
what are we going to do now, can we go to your house and shoot pool?".  "I
can't clock out until 6:30. Someone may want to play another nine holes so
I have to stay just in case".  I settled into a cart seat. Chris sat next
to me.  I lit a cigarette and relaxed. "Can I have one".  "No. I have to
quit anyway". I finished my cig and put it out. He moved around the cart
and sat on my lap. I smelled his shampoo from his hair. I am in trouble
because if he sits here I am going to get a boner. He settled in and I
wrapped my arms around him. The feeling of his body was incredible. The
only thing that could be better was if we were naked, but I don't trust
him. He is going to tell the world 'RJ is a fag' and I will never get into
the Air Force. He got up and climbed up on a cart and reached for my pot
stash and brought the bag and papers back. Oh shit I thought it was hidden.

"How did you know?" I stammered.  He smiled "You're good, but not that
good. I promise not to tell anyone including Kate. I want to try it. If you
don't let me I will scream and tell everyone you touched my privates. You
will never get in the military then" "That's blackmail".  "What ever, I saw
you drop the bag last night, I also saw you smoking it. You thought we
didn't see you because we were in the pool".  Someone should shoot me right
now. I said "Kate saw me too?". "Yeah, but she won't say anything. She has
smoked before with her friends, I want you to teach me".  He handed me the
bag of pot and the papers, then took his seat on my lap.  I said "You are
manipulative aren't you".  "I don't know what that means but I get what I
want". "Same thing". I rolled a joint with him on my lap. "You can take a
hit or two, no more. If you haven't smoked before its going to make you
cough. Only inhale a little, small puffs".  "Cool".  I lit the joint and
took a big inhale of smoke. I took another and gave the joint to Chris. He
took a small puff and coughed it out. "I said it would make you cough".  He
tried again and didn't cough. He took one more and gave it back to me. I
said "That's enough".  I took a few more hits and put it out for later.

He leaned back into me. The clown boy act disappeared he got serious. "RJ I
don't know if I am gay or not. Sometimes I think I am.  What you said the
other day made me think. I clown around to get attention like you
said. Kate does the same thing". I said "Not to mention blackmail".  "I'm
sorry. Can I ask you something?". "Sure". I wrapped my arms around him. "I
know I tell all kinds of BS stories, so does Kate, We did this, we did
that, had sex and got blow jobs. Honestly I don't know what a blow job
is. Kids at school talk about it but I know their full of shit as well. We
all talk and laugh like we know everything, but the truth is we don't know
what we are talking about. You hear something and then you make up stories
to get the most attention or the most laughs. Can you tell me what a blow
job is?".  The small crack in the door just opened a little wider.

I re lit the joint and took a puff, I gave Chris a puff as well. He was
opening up and being honest for a change. "A blow job is oral sex. Someone
takes a mans dick, or a boys dick into their mouth and sucks them to a
climax or orgasm".  "A what?". "Chris, do you jerk off. I mean play with
your dick when it gets hard and get that tingle feeling in your stomach and
balls, or actually shoot some cum out?" He got that evil grin again. "Do
you jerk off?" Doomed or a possibility. "Yes I do. I can't think of a teen
that doesn't except for maybe Kenny. If he does he won't tell me" He said
"I rub my dick against the sheets when I go to bed. Does that count?". "Yes
it does. Come on I have to clock out. We can shoot some pool before I take
you home. I have Visine in the car to get rid of the red eyes, here chew
some gum"

We walked up to the club house and I punched out and drove to my house. We
walked in and told my mom we were going to shoot some pool. It was the
first time she met Chris. Ten thousand questions later we were in the
basement alone. I turned on the stereo so my parents couldn't hear us.Chris
asked "Will your parents come down here?" "They shouldn't. They yell down
first. Why?". "Because I want to show you something, but later.  Lets shoot
some pool, will you help me again?" "Sure, I'll break and give you three
balls as an advantage, your choice, but you have to sink the eight ball on
your own" "Deal".  I broke the rack and a solid went in. I said "Take three
stripes of the table". He started to take the ones closest to the
holes."Not those goofy, there easy to hit and sink, take the ones from the
middle". He beamed his beautiful smile. I sunk two more and intentionally
missed so he could play. He can't play pool for shit. At my best attempt to
show him where to aim and shoot, not to mention me trying to loose he still
sucked. After the second game I got tired of trying to let him win. I ran
the table on him.

He said "I'm tired". He sat on the couch, about a two minutes later he was
out cold sleeping. I quietly sad "You're stoned". I called his
father. "Mr. Walters its RJ, Chris is at my house. I think the golf outing
wore him out. He is asleep on the basement couch. If it is alright with you
he can sleep here tonight. I will move him to my bed and I will sleep in
the spare bedroom".  Mr. Walters said I'll come over.  I picked Opie up and
carried him upstairs to my bedroom. I took off his shoes and socks and took
his jeans off. He was wearing 'Scooby Doo' underwear. I wanted to peak
under them but I left the stoned sleeping boy alone. The door bell rang, my
dad answered it. I was down the stairs in a second.  "Hi Mr. Walters,
thanks for the help this morning, it sure made my day go easier. Outings
are tough.  Chris was great today. Here this is what he earned today".  I
handed him the wad of cash.  "What the hell, how did he earn this much
money?".  I said "I kinda gave him a nudge, but he turned on the Opie charm
and washed golf balls on the first tee saying I am good luck.  The golfers
just ate up his charm. He made twice what I made in tips. We came here to
shot some pool and he just conked out. I carried him up to my room after I
called you".  "Thank you RJ, I would like to see him".  I led the way to my
room.  Chris was out cold sleeping. "Why did you put him in your bed?".  I
opened the spare bedroom door and said "If you were 11 years old and woke
up in a strange place would you want it to be a pink bedroom. He has seen
my room before. I like Chris, I would hate to give him a heart attack.  My
sisters haven't lived here in years, but their taste in decorations, I
might have nightmeres tonight".  "RJ you are a good young man, and I think
you are a good influence on Chris.  Here are some clothes for him
tomorrow".  "Thank you Mr. Walters".  Hook, line and sinker, both dads
bought the bull shit story. I turned off the basement lights and said good
night.

I couldn't get Chris out of my mind knowing he was sleeping in my bed just
next door. I could hear my father snoring downstairs. The master bedroom
door was closed. I tip toed into my bedroom with Chris still asleep. I
pulled the covers down off of him. He didn't move or stir. I pulled the
Scooby Doo's down enough to see his dick and balls.  I took a chance and
sucked his 1 1/2 inch soft cocklet for a few moments. I returned the
scoobies to their original position along with the covers and grabbed a cum
towel from under my bed. It didn't take long before I emptied my balls
thinking of Chris. I was hoping the next time he would be awake and hard.
My wish was soon to be come true.

I was taking a shower when the bathroom door opened. A small frame walked
in and took a pee. I turned the water off and opened the shower curtain.
"Nice Scooby Doo underwear. I figured you for a Superman kind of guy
myself.  You know all that I've done this, I've done that talk".  "What
happened, why was I in your bed?".  "What happened is you blackmailed me
yesterday, got stoned and passed out in the basement. I called your dad and
carried you upstairs and put you in my bed. He brought you a change of
clothes, their on top of the dresser in my room".  "My dad was here?".
"Yep, I gave him the $400 bucks, since your grounded and all, do you want
to take a shower, the water is still warm".  He was looking at my soft dick
again. He shuffled a bit. I turned the water back on.  "Get in the shower,
you have to be hungry, there is cereal downsstairs. I can take you home if
you want or you can come to work with me, either way get a move on".  I
turned to brush my teeth. I watched him in the mirror to pull off the
scoobies and get in the shower. I took my time lingering in the bathroom
with him.  I could see his small beautiful body through the shower curtain.
He popped a boner in the shower. I wrapped my towel around my waist to hide
my growing boner. He turned the water off. "Can I have a towel please".  I
handed him a washcloth.  "This is about the right size for you".  He threw
it at me "Butt head, give me a real towel". We dressed and had some cereal
and I drove to work with Chris.  He helped with the carts along with the
caddies to bring them up.

We were sitting in a cart just hanging.  "RJ, now that you explained what a
blow job is, have you ever had one, I mean someone sucked your dick?".  Lie
to him or tell the truth.  "Actually Chris I got my first blow job right
here in the cart house. I had your job as the cart assistant.  I was 14 and
it happened in a cart right around the corner"
 I pointed to the spot.  "What was is like?".  I said "It sure beats
jerking off".  "Please tell me". I said "Chris I don't know if I can trust
you or not. One minute your sitting on my lap and being a tease that you
want me to touch you. The next thing is 'You're a fag and I'm gonna tell'
If you promise to keep your mouth shut I might tell you the story, I just
don't know what your going to do. Everything is a game. I can't afford to
play your games".

He started to cry.  He said "I told you that I think I'm gay, I told you
that I won't tell anyone. If I am gay then I want to find out with you.  I
have seen the way you look at me. Undressing me with your eyes. Trying to
steal peeks at me. It has taken me time to think but I started to give into
you. I know you want to get in the military, what I did yesterday was wrong
but I wanted to try some smoke.  I haven't lied to you. Not lately
anyway. I want to learn from you and I want you to touch me".  I said "Come
here".  I picked him up and he wrapped his arms around my neck.  I put him
down on my lap.

I said "Two boys came in here. One 16 the other 18.  They had pot and we
smoked a joint. They asked to suck my dick.  I was scared shitless but the
guy I worked for said 'Don't knock it unless you try it'.  So I let these
two teens suck my dick.  Then they sucked each other off and then
left. Never seen them since.  I have a friend in North Carolina where my
sister lives. He is openly gay, and he knows I'm straight. He has sucked my
dick before too.  I also was dating a girl from school for a while"


He said "Have you ever sucked a dick before?".  I said "Are you asking me
to give you a blow job?"  He nodded "I guess I am. Do you want to?".  "Yes
Chris I would like that very much.  And the answer is yes I have sucked
cock before. One being my friend in NC last summer. I couldn't finish him
though. I started to get sick. You I promise I won't get sick on.  Once we
get the carts down I will suck your dick. How does that sound" "Cool".

We had all the carts in the cart house.  He said "Light a joint".  I said
"Are you sure you passed out last night".  "Please".  I rolled a joint.  He
took a few puffs and so did I. I closed garage doors. Kenny drove Kate home
so we didn't have to worry about them. I said "Are you ready?".  He said "I
got goose bumps and my stomach is in knots, is that normal".  "Yes Chris
that is normal".  I pulled his shoes off and his socks. Then I pulled the
t-shirt over his head. He stood up so I could get his jeans unbuttoned and
unzipped.  "Well at least their not Scooby Doos tonight".  I pulled down
his underwear and he stepped out of them. I sat him back down in the
passenger seat.  His hairless body was amazing. I touched his smooth chest
and nipples. His boyhood stood at full attention. Chris had 3 1/2 inches of
circumcised boyhood.  His balls were hairless as was his pubes area.  I
took off my clothes as well.

I ran my hands over his chest and tummy. I grabbed his boy cock and ran my
thumb over his piss slit.  I laid down across the seat of the cart next to
him so I could suck his beautiful cock. I took his boyhood into my mouth. I
played with his hairless balls at the same time. Chris had a death grip in
my hair as I sucked him off and played with his balls.  "RJ this feels so
good".  I worked him and licked his crown and went back down his shaft. He
was flopping all over the cart.  "RJ I think I have to pee".  I pulled off
him to see if he could cum.  I continued to stroke his wet boy cock.  "Its
not a pee, its your orgasm go with it, its what it is all about." "Ugh" He
had a dry climax.  Nothing came out of his cock.  He put his hand on mine
to stop me.  I ran my thumb over his crown and piss slit again.  I let him
relax.  "That was fantastic".

I sat up and got up. I brought paper towels back to his cart.  I picked him
up and sat beneath him.  My 7 1/2 inch cut cock was raging. He said "You
aren't going to put that in my butt are you?. I don't want that, not now
anyway".  I said "No. I won't do anything that you don't want to. I just
want to feel your skin against me".  I lowered him with my cock between his
legs.  His still hard cock was now touching my painfully rigid tool.  "Hows
that" I asked "I like this" he said.  I reached around him and had both our
dicks in my hand.  I gave him the paper towels.  "Catch my cum in the paper
towels" "Okay".  I jerked us both off together. He shook and vibrated
against my chest for his second orgasm.  He wrapped his hand around my cock
head with one hand and waited for me to cum with the other. I pumped my
shaft with him on my cock head.  "Now".  He covered my dick and I exploded
into a wad of paper towels.

My cock was going soft.  I said "Your cock is much more fun to suck on when
your awake, I hope you let me do it again".  "Huh, what do you mean
awake?".  I smiled "I sucked you last night when you passed out. I waited
for my father to fall asleep and I came into my room and pulled your Scooby
Doo's down and played and sucked your little cock".  "Faggot. Do you always
take advantage of sleeping boys?"  "You didn't seem to mind".  "RJ you do
give a good blow job.  I will try to give you one. Just not tonight".
"Thats fine Chris.  Come on, its getting late. Get dressed and I will take
you home".

Chris helped me with the carts the next day but had to be home early. He
and Kate left at 6:00.  I didn't see him the following day either.

He showed up the following day.  "I don't have to be home until 10:00
tonight".  I said "Okay, I'll make sure you get home on time".  We hung out
with Kenny and Kate most of the day, and brought the carts down. Kate left
and so did Kenny. It was a full moon. I had an idea.  I rolled a joint and
told Chris to get in.  I drove to the 15th green. It is a long par 5 with
the green surrounded by woods. "Cool".  I took Opie's clothes off and left
them in the cart along with mine. I took a piss in the woods and he was
next to me. I lit the joint and the two of us sat in the cart naked and
watched the moon and stars.  I laid down on the green looking up and the
moon. Chris said "I have been practicing on a banana. I think I can suck
your dick tonight".  "Good lie down on top of me so your dick is at my
face. Its called a 69 position".  I took his 3 1/2 inch cock into my
mouth. I played with his tight little ass as I sucked him.  He finally got
enough courage to take my dick in his hands and his mouth. God it felt good
to have his hands wrapped around my cock.  His mouth was over my crown. He
was careful not to use his teeth on my cock.  He said "You have to warn me
when you cum. I don't want it in my mouth.  At least not yet".  "Okay, I
will warn you when I cum".  I returned to sucking his dick andhe returned
to mine.  He climaxed first. I just kept him in my mouth until I was ready.
I warned him and he pumped my dick harder.  He didn't get out of the way
quick enough and I hit him in the face with a rope of cum.  The rest ended
up on green.

I kept him on top of me and I sucked him off again.  He jerked me off to my
second cum all over the green.  I drove back to the cart house. We were
both still naked. We used the paper towels to get the cum off of us. We got
dressed and I drove him home just before 10:00. When I got home my mother
said I had a letter from the Air Force.  I opened the letter. I had been
accepted to the Air Force and on the waiting list for ParaRescue Training.
I quit smoking cigarettes and pot, and I started to run miles everyday.

I still saw Chris until they all went back to school at which time he was
swallowing my cum. He never let me have his ass. We just sucked each other
off and we were both good with that.  I quit a week after Kenny, Kate and
Chris returned to school. I got tired of being called boy by a bunch of
rich snobs, working 15 or 16 hours a day and not making any real money.  My
parents flipped out about me not having a job.  I worked as a landscaper
for six months until I enlisted.

I never saw Kenny, Kate or Chris again.


RJ