Gay Erotic Stories

I love to play golf. During the long Pacific Northwest summer days I try to sneak off to the little nine-hole municipal course for a quick round after work whenever I can. One Wednesday afternoon I was pulling into the parking lot, sizing up how long it might be to get out. I play as a single so the starter will sometimes pair me up with someone else if he needs to. But it’s usually pretty slow at this time of the afternoon and I often play the round alone. Today there was a woman’s foursome moving toward the first tee and some blond kid on the putting green, but I didn’t see anyone else in the starter area. When I walked up to the starter to see if he could get me out, Tom said, “Sure. I’ve got one other single; I’ll put you two out ahead of that foursome if you’re ready.” I said, “No problem, all I have to do is tie my shoes.” So he paged for Kiefer to come to the starter and paged for the ladies to hold up. Around the corner came the most gorgeous blond military haircut attached to a face with a very boyish smile. He introduced himself as Nick and put out his hand for a shake. I was in love. Thinking quickly I told Tom I was going to take a cart tonight and asked Nick if he wanted to ride along. He said he would. So off to the first tee we went. The ladies were happy to let us go first. They knew they’d be slow and didn’t want to hold us up. By the time we started the threesome ahead was already on the second green, so we were going to have the course pretty much to ourselves. It was a hot day. I was glad I decided on a cart and, even happier sitting next to my new hunky friend. Did I mention his body? I couldn’t see anything but the strong neck and wide shoulders leading down to a waist that wasn’t close to touching the fabric of his oversized t-shirt as it hung loosely down from his pecs, but I could tell he was solid. We teed off and both put it in the fairway. Whew! I didn’t want to look like too much of an old duffer. I’m 50 and not a great golfer, but I love to be out on the course. Turns out Nick is 21 and just learning the game. As we rode out to our balls I found out he’s in the Army stationed at Fort Lewis, just five minutes from my house. After putting out on the first green we headed to the cart and Nick says, “Man it’s hot, mind if I take off my t-shirt?” I nearly had a heart attack. Did I mind? Never! And the course rules allowed it, so no problem. So he pulled off his t-shirt. I watched as a very flat stomach with a nicely developed six-pack came into view. This was going to be a very enjoyable round of golf. I couldn’t resist it, so I kidded him about how awesome a body he had. He just sort of laughed. So around the course we went. Some good shots, some bad. But we chatted the whole time. What a cool kid. I liked him a lot by the sixth hole. We were only playing nine so I had to start thinking fast about how not to just say goodbye at the end. He was perspiring in the 85-degree heat and the moisture on his body just accentuated every muscle. I was sweating, too, but I think it was from the view. As we started down the seventh fairway I began to explore how things might work out. I said to Nick, “Man I’m hot. When I get done with the round I’m going to head straight home and have a cold beer on the deck overlooking the lake.” To my delight Nick says, “Wow that sounds good. I could use a cold beer myself.” By the time we were putting out on the ninth green it was agreed he’d follow me to my place and stop in for a beer. I live on Steilacoom Lake. The view from my deck is down the lake with Mt. Rainier in the distance. It’s an awesome sight and even better with a good-looking 21-year-old stud sitting next to you. Of course, drinking beer isn’t all I had in mind with this guy. I had no clue how to find out if other things were possible, so after the second beer I said to him, “All that PT and marching the Army puts you through must really make those muscles sore.” He said, “Sure does! As a matter of fact I could barely lift my legs and arms today playing golf today they were so tired from yesterday’s exercises.” My heart stopped and my cock jumped. I said, “They really ought to have masseuses for you to help out with that.” “Man,” he said, “a massage really does sound good. I’ve never had one.” “I love to give them,” I said. “If you want, you can stretch out on the carpet in the living room so you can still see the view and I’ll give you one.” He was ready for that, so into the house we went. I put a beach towel down on the floor and he took off his t-shirt and lay down. Thinking fast I suggested it would be easier working on his legs if he wasn’t wearing his Levis and he popped up and took those off too. All the time he had his back to me. But there he was. A very firm butt in Calvin Klein white briefs, strong legs with just a light blond fuzz of hair and a smooth back that looked mighty fine. I started with his feet and worked up his legs. I sort of fumbled around working around the briefs as I moved to his back, but I didn’t say anything. From the time I started giving him the massage we hadn’t said a word. Finally, as I was working on his shoulders I asked him how it was feeling. He said in a soft voice, “This just feels awesome!” I kept working down each arm and then his neck and even his scalp. Then I started down his back again. This time when I got to his butt I suggested it would be easier to give the massage if he wasn’t wearing the briefs. Without a word he just lifted his butt slightly and shoved his briefs down. I took them the rest of the way off. When I finally got back to his feet I suggested he roll over. He didn’t know if he should, he’d sort of gotten hard. I told him there wasn’t much I hadn’t seen before, so he rolled over and about 7” of rock hard cut cock slapped against his belly. The sight was just too beautiful. Pre-cum was already glimmering on the head of his cock. I asked him if he wanted me to take care of that stiff muscle too and he nodded yes. So I reached over and put my hand on his balls, then moved it up the shaft. His cock was almost quivering, so I leaned over and took it into my mouth and began to slowly suck it. Two long sucks and his cock exploded. Shot after shot of hot sweet cum filled my throat and I swallowed every drop. After he had stopped cumming I slowly let his cock go. “Man,” he said. “I’m sorry I came so fast. That’s the first blowjob I’ve ever had and I didn’t know it was going to feel so good. I just couldn’t hold it.” “That’s okay,” I said. “We’ll do it again.” And have we ever. About every two or three weeks I get a call to see if I want to play golf. Sometimes we play with some of his buddies at Ft. Lewis. He always drives over to my place to park “so we don’t have to take so many cars” to whatever course we’re playing that day. And when we get back to my place we enjoy other things. Turns out he’s pretty good on sleepovers, too.