In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure fiction and should read as such. It does not mean the author promotes or agrees with sexual relationships between teenage boys. Please understand that this story is pure fiction/fantasy, don't try to make it anything else.
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Copyright 2008 Jim Carter
Poor Little Rich Kid
I am one of those strange people that keeps a journal. I guess it stemmed from testing one of the computer programs that I developed to keep information. I initially wrote it to keep track of my model airplanes and the flight time on engines, age of batteries, etc. I always like to keep my thoughts on the days flying as well as how long and the number of flights and which planes I flew. I also noted any weather conditions and if any of the flights had unusual occurrences during the flight.
One of the best tools was being able to predict when I needed to replace batteries that had been charged too many times. I liked knowing that I could fly confident that my equipment wouldn’t fail for overuse.
Another benefit was when I sold an engine or anything to be able to tell the buyer exactly how many flights and how many hours were on the engine. These were all well and good but to be honest there are not enough remote control pilots that would use the software to make it profitable to market.
The information kept could be useful for all sorts of applications. Home inventory, basic journaling, automobile maintenance, anything that required accurate records could benefit if one simply changed the names of what was tracked. I saw that if I made a few changes that I could generate an application to track virtually anything and make it seem to be a custom application. I beefed up the encryption so that if desired, the journaling could be considered almost impossible to read without the keys.
This endeavor proved to be very profitable. However my software firm took a giant leap forward when as part of my dissertation I wrote a software program to predict lottery numbers using the past history of the lottery to predict what future numbers would be. Not that my professors were easily convinced that they would accept this dissertation would be possible for my doctorate, but I did prevail and was allowed to use this for my thesis finally.
First I need to explain something. I graduated high school at the ripe old age of fourteen and got my first undergraduate degree at eighteen. I was not thrilled about college but I didn’t really know what to do with myself. I had a successful software company since the age sixteen, so I just kept getting degrees and finally decided that once I got my doctorate I would call my college career complete.
At twenty-two, I bought two hundred dollars worth of lottery tickets that my prediction program generated the numbers for. I used twenty sets of numbers for ten consecutive draws for the two hundred dollar investment. When I hit the lottery on the second draw I had enough proof that I could complete my thesis and make it feasible to the professors. However, I was not finished there. I won another lottery off the same ticket (a different set of numbers) three weeks later. This made national headlines, but the most amazing feat of this experiment was the when it was all said and done, the twenty sets of numbers for ten draws won three lotteries and hit for thirty-two lesser prizes during the test period.
So here I am at twenty-three with more money than I can spend in my lifetime and basically nothing more I wanted to accomplish. I had just broken up with my last boyfriend six months before and didn’t really see much happening in my love life. A lot of people think that with plenty of money they would be perfectly happy. I hate to burst your bubble that isn’t always the case.
I sold my software company for an unreal amount and I guess that was a blessing in disguise. As far as I know, it has not predicted a successful lottery draw since. I still use my journaling program, but I now buy it from the company that I sold it to.
I know I started by saying I am avid about keeping a journal. However, as of late, my journal entries have been very brief and somewhat negative. Boredom could be playing a big part of my negative outlook on life, well my life in particular. I still love to fly radio controlled airplanes and fly almost every day. I play poker online and go to the casinos two or three times a month, but the rush from playing is becoming less and less satisfying. I have a group of friends that I play golf with most weekends and once in awhile I will play during the week, but my friends all work, so weekdays are not as much fun as weekends. I have recently taken up fishing and have thought about trying to make the professional circuit, but as of yet, I have not been successful.
Last night I was very horny and went out to the clubs in search of some hot guy to help reduce my horns. I danced with a very handsome guy and we went to his apartment afterward and had a great time. He had a very nice, big cock and I loved sucking his love muscle. He was a great cocksucker and we had a hot night of great sex. Other than the sex, we really didn’t have much to talk about. I chose not to spend the night and I think he was relieved when I left.
I woke up at about eleven and was very hungry. I decided to get some lunch and do a little shopping. I am one of those guys that hate to shop, but love buying stuff. I have more clothes than I can count, but after a night of hot meaningless sex, I wanted to spend some money and I just knew there was something at the mall calling my name.
I intended to eat before I tried to put a dent in my credit card, but I passed a store that had the cutest shorts and knit shirts on display and had to have a couple of pairs. I spent a lot longer in the store than I intended, but had several pairs of shorts a few pairs of slacks and a couple of pairs of jeans and shirts and accessories to go with them. I had my hands full with shopping bags when I headed to the food court for some much needed lunch. My bladder convinced me that I needed to visit the restroom before I could think about eating.
I went into the restroom just off the food court and sat my packages against the wall. I had so many packages, I had trouble getting them untangled from my arms. I was worried that I had waited too long and that I might piss my pants, I needed to piss so badly. I hurriedly unzipped my fly and pulled my dick out and actually moaned at the relief I felt when I started emptying my bladder. Then I noticed someone come beside me and He pulled his shirt up under his chin and pulled his shorts and briefs below his knees. I couldn’t help but stare at his teenage package on full display. He saw me staring and grinned knowing he was having an effect on me. He reached over and grabbed my hand and moved it to his dick. I jerked back and looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He grabbed my hardening cock and said: “Let’s have some fun.” He had a very nice cock and beautiful hairless balls. He had a nice pubic bush that looked to be trimmed to perfection. I looked at his face and his complexion only had one small blemish, a small spot that looked like it might become a pimple on his chin. Other than that he was blemish free. He was very handsome. I didn’t have a clue how old he was, but figured he was in his early to mid teens. His muscle definition seemed to put him more in his middle teens. He had a defined chest and a washboard stomach that wasn’t quite a six pack but very close.
He was beautiful and I was hardening no matter how much I tried not to. I knew this wasn’t something I should be doing. I knew I should do the right thing and I refused his advances. I finished my pee and started to zip up. He kept his beautiful hard cock of full display. He said: “Come on guy, I know you want to have some fun, just like I do. I saw you checking out my cock and you got hard. Come on, I want to suck your hot cock.”
I thought for an instant this might be a police sting, but there was no one else around and the kid couldn’t be wearing a wire. He exposed too much skin to hide one. I knew I shouldn’t, but this kid got me very excited. My conscience seemed to be working overtime and I resisted the urge to comply with the kid’s request. Although I knew I wasn’t going to have sex with the kid, I couldn’t help be drawn in by his charms. He tried to kiss me; I leaned back out his reach. I grabbed my packages, and started to leave. I sat my packages by the sink and started washing my hands. The next thing out of my mouth surprised me. “Bud, you can run into some real weirdoes in places like this, it is not safe to be trying to pick up strangers. Put that thing away and I will buy you some lunch.”
He pulled his shorts up and his shirt hid the fact that he was very hard in those shorts. He came over next to me and started washing his hands. “I am a little hungry if you are sure you don’t want to have some fun.”
Now that I wasn’t staring at his beautiful cock, I saw for the first time that he had very dark brown hair with amazing green eyes. His lips were full and just looked like they would be perfect for kissing. I shook myself from ogling this handsome young man and said: “I’m sure. I was thinking of Golden China, but we can eat anywhere you wish.”
“Golden China is fine with me their buffet is great.” Then it hit me this kid looked almost exactly like that character Eragon from the movie with the same name. He would look exactly the same if you could imagine Eragon with dark hair, green eyes and no British accent.
“Yes it is.” We dried our hands in the blow dryer. We both giggled as we rubbed our hands together then he grabbed my hands and started rubbing them.
“This wasn’t the kind of blowjob I was hoping for, but I guess it will have to do.” His killer smile was infectious. I couldn’t help but grin too. After drying our hands he grabbed some of my packages and said: “I will help you carry your stuff. Are we taking them to the car before we go eat?”
“I wasn’t going to, but come think of it, it will be easier than trying to lug them through the buffet.”
We loaded the stuff in the back of my Austin Martin. “Nice wheels, your car is awesome, can I have a ride in it?”
“We might be able to arrange that after we eat.”
We walked back into the mall in silence. As we were filling our plates, I couldn’t resist trying to convince him that his actions in the bathroom were very dangerous. “You know that what you did was very dangerous don’t you?”
“Well, I guess, but I couldn’t help myself. You are very good looking and I wanted to be with you. If you weren’t so good looking I wouldn’t have shown as much as I did. I wanted so much for you to be at least willing to look at a guy’s dick. Honestly, I have never been so bold in my life.”
“I might have been a serial killer or something. At the very least I could have been a pedophile and would take advantage of you. Or someone might come in and call the cops or something.”
“Well, I put the closed sign on the door. I saw the sign on the janitor’s cart and so I hung it on the knob, so I don’t think anyone would come in on us. I looked to make sure no one but us was in the bathroom before I made my move.” Again he gave me that killer smile.
I couldn’t help but smile back. “I didn’t know about the sign.”
“Don’t worry, I took it off the door and put it back on the janitor cart. That is why I was a little behind you. Well that and I wanted to check out your butt.” We found a table and started eating our lunch. The kid had so much piled up on his plate I thought he would never be able to eat it all. “My name is Carlton, what is yours?”
“I’m Jim, nice to meet you Carl.” I reached over the table and shook his hand.
“I like you, so you can call me that. I don’t let anyone else call me that.”
“I’m sorry, I will call you Carlton. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“I think I will like being called Carl, by you. My last name is Jackson.” He looked at me and I knew he wanted my last name, but for some reason I was hesitant.
“My last name is Carter.” I didn’t know why we were exchanging last names, but I couldn’t resist answering his unasked question. “Carl will you promise me that you won’t try to pickup guys in the restroom? I’m afraid something bad will happen to you and I don’t want to see that.”
He looked around to make sure he wouldn’t be overheard. “I will promise if you will let me have my way with you.”
“Carl that can’t and won’t happen. Please promise me. I know we just met, but I like you and I am worried about you.”
“I think I have proved that I like you too, even if it is just friends. If I promise will you let me hang out with you the rest of the day?”
It was already afternoon, I figured we could hang the rest of the afternoon and for some reason I believed that he would keep his promise. “Okay, I can live with that. I am so worried, I will make that deal with you. What do you want to do this afternoon?”
“I don’t know what do you want to do? What were you going to do before I came along?”
“I made a tee time for 3:30 to play a little golf, but my partner had to cancel. That reminds me I need to cancel that time.” As I was dialing the club he spoke up.
“Wait don’t cancel. I love to play golf. I play for my school team. Let’s play golf.”
“Well, we need to leave now, I need to change and grab my clubs.”
“Can I change and get mine too. I don’t live far from here.”
“Sure, let’s go.”
He lived less than a couple of miles from the mall. His house was actually only a little ways from mine. His house was even bigger than mine. “Come on in, while I get my clubs and change.” He unlocked the door and let us in. “The housekeeper is off today, so no one is here.”
“Where are your parents?”
“They are in Europe, probably for another month or so.”
I knew I shouldn’t, but I followed him up to his bedroom. He quickly stripped off all his clothes and stood before me naked as the day he was born. He slowly turned and showed me all of his body. “I love golf, but if you decide to stay here a play with these balls, I will love that too.”
“You have a very beautiful body, but you know as well as I do that I can’t do that with you.”
“So I am only fourteen and you are over eighteen, I know what I want and I would never spoil a good thing with you.”
“Let’s go, it is not just the law, I would feel like I was taking advantage of you. We need to get moving.”
He started getting dressed. “I am giving in, but it is me trying to take advantage of you.” Somehow I knew he wouldn’t give up, but I think secretly I wanted him to keep trying.
He put on fresh tight briefs and those highlighted his very nice package. He put on some dark blue shorts and pulled a sky blue shirt over his head. He slipped his feet into flip flops and grabbed white sock-lets and headed out the door.
“Come on unless you want to stay and play in bed.” He giggled as he dodged my swat of his sexy butt. “My clubs are in the garage.” He led me through the house to the garage and opened the garage door. Inside the garage were two Mercedes. One was white the other blue. His clubs were very nice and his shoes looked immaculate. He handed me his shoes to carry for him. I started for the car and he entered the code on the outside the garage door to close it.
I had to move some of the packages to make room for the clubs. “I guess we will need to take a different car to the club.”
“Do you have another car? I can always leave my clubs here and rent some when we get there.” He laughed.
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
He laughed. “Well not everything, but some things.”
“We will be able to get both sets there without a problem.”
When we pulled into my drive and I drove around back clicked the garage door open he said. “Wow, we are neighbors. Not far at all.” He saw my car collection and said. “I guess we will have plenty of room after all.” He went straight over to the Hummer. “Can we take this one?”
“Sure, help me unload all those shopping bags real quick.” He grabbed an armload of bags and followed me into the house. “Just sit the bags down anywhere; you can grab something to drink while I change.”
“Not on your life. You got to perv at me while I changed; I am going to watch you change too.” He gave me the killer smile and I couldn’t refuse him.
Tom came into the kitchen. “Hi Mister Jim, should I set another place for dinner this evening?”
“Mister Jim? Tom what did I tell you about that crap?”
“That you were no mister and didn’t want to hear that crap from me, but I thought you meant when I called you Mr. Carter.”
“You know better.” We both broke up laughing.
“This is Carlton. Do you want to stay for dinner or do you need to get home?”
“I would love to stay if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, Mr. Tom,”
“I am just Tom and it won’t be any trouble at all.” He ruffled Carlton’s head. “Are you going to kick the boss’s ass on the golf course?”
“I am going to give it a shot.” He laughed.
“Tom, do you mind fixing us a couple of drinks to go, while I change?”
“I’ll fix them even if I do mind.” He laughed. “Carlton, make sure he wears something that matches. He can wear some really awful golf shirts.” Was Tom trying to get us together, suggesting Carl go with me to change? Very unusual for Tom, he must like this kid.
“You have never said I couldn’t dress myself before.” I countered.
“I’m not stupid. Why tell the boss he has no taste in clothes. Oops I just did.” He laughed. “I am just kidding him Carlton, he is always dressed immaculately, but he can always use a young hip young man’s help. Now go or you will be late.” He pushed me and Carlton out of his kitchen.
I headed to my bedroom, Carlton said: “Wow, you have a male housekeeper. I like Tom.”
I laughed. “Don’t let him catch you calling him a housekeeper. He is the cook, his partner Jerry is the housekeeper.”
“So he is gay?”
“Yes, but don’t you make any moves on him. He and Jerry have been together for five or six years, they don’t need some young sex maniac interfering with their relationship.”
“That is so cool. So can I assume you are gay too?”
“It appears you already made that assumption.” I laughed.
“I guess so.” I dropped my shorts and started to pull on the ones I got out of the closet. “Wait just a minute. I let you see me naked the least you could do was return the favor. I promise not to grab you and rape you.” Again with that look that I couldn’t refuse. I dropped my briefs and went to the drawer to get a fresh pair. “Now turn, give me the full show. It’s only fair.”
I did as requested. I couldn’t help myself; I could feel my erection starting just showing myself to this boy. “This is not very smart of me, but now I need to get dressed.”
“Damn you look good. I so want to be naked with you.”
I blushed. “No more of that, or I am taking you home.”
“Okay, okay, but just look how hard you made me.” His erection was very obvious.
“Pull your shirt tail out. You can’t be showing that to everyone.”
I finished dressing and I left my shirt out too. I threw my socks at him. “Carry these and make yourself useful.”
“I’m glad they are clean.” He laughed. We headed down to the kitchen. Tom had us a couple of go cups ready.
“I knew you wanted Dew in yours, but I didn’t know for Carlton. I put Dew in his too, but we have almost any soft drink you might want available.”
“No I love to do the Dew.” He laughed as he grabbed both drinks.
“Your clubs and shoes are already in the Hummer. Since the trunk was still open I figured you were switching vehicles.”
“Thanks Tom, I appreciate the help.”
“I will have dinner ready about eight. I was just wondering if I could ask a favor.”
“Sure Tom, what can I do for you?”
“The Thomas twins just got a new houseboat on the lake and wanted Jerry and I to spend the weekend with them. Do you think Jerry and I could have the weekend off?”
“Sure that isn’t a problem at all. Just go ahead and leave now. Carl and I will eat at the club. In fact that sounds like a great idea.”
“Thanks boss. They said to invite you to come out tomorrow. They didn’t get rid of the ski boat so we will pick you and Carlton up at the marina tomorrow just call. We have cell coverage all over the lake.”
“Fantastic. That sounds like so much fun.” Carlton shouted so that I couldn’t say no. Tom is worrying me with his actions toward me and Carl. It is almost like he is trying to push us together.
“We will see. Don’t plan on me being there, but I will keep it in mind and call if I decide to come.” I tried to be very direct with the me and I statements.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to just invite myself. It just sounded like so much fun. I know I shouldn’t have done that.” He gave me the saddest face. My heat was melting.
“It’s Okay. if I decide to go, I will get you and bring you too.” He gave me that killer grin again.
“You guys better hurry, you don’t want to be late.” Tom was right we were cutting it close.
We got in the Hummer and started to the club. “I’m sorry I invited myself for tomorrow.”
“No you’re not. I saw that grin on your face when you said it. You saw an opening and you grabbed it.”
“Yes, I did, but I was sorry when I knew you were angry at me for trying to spend more time with you. I might not be sorry for wanting to spend more time with you, but I am sorry that I made you disappointed in me.” Damn this kid knew all the right things to say to make me want to take him with me. As hard as it is for me to admit, I like spending time with Carl. He seems much more mature than his fourteen years.
“It’s okay, I did see through your little plan though. I am kind of honored you like me enough to want to jump in to grab an invite. Don’t think that means you can try to get in my pants though.”
“You can’t blame me for trying. You are very hot and I’m a horny kid. Besides I have had more fun with you this afternoon than I have had in awhile and we haven’t done anything but eat so far.” He grinned that grin that I am now calling his gotcha grin.
We made it to the club on time, but didn’t have much to spare. We got our shoes and drinks out, and the valet took the Hummer to load our clubs onto the golf cart. We went into the dressing room and changed into our golf shoes. We put our sandals in the same locker. When we went to check in, my buddies were not around. The pro said: “How are you guys today. It will take a few more minutes to get your golf cart ready. We didn’t know to get it ready.”
I know I looked confused. “What do you mean? Didn’t I have 3:30?”
“I’m sorry Jim, I just assumed that since Carlton was with you that you would be using the Jackson’s cart.”
“I didn’t know we could have our own cart.”
“It is not an option any longer, but the Jackson’s are charter members of the club. They do have a custom cart.”
“Oh, I understand now. I didn’t know I was playing golf with royalty.” I laughed.
“I am not royalty. That is just my parents. I am just plain Carlton.”
“Yeah right. Jim, don’t let him hustle you out of your money out there. You know he is the junior club champion, don’t you?”
“No, he neglected to tell me that.” Bob had a confused look on his face, I knew he wandering what I was doing bringing this kid to the club.
Carlton came to my rescue. “Damn it Bob, you make it impossible to get a little action without you giving away all my secrets. Jim and I just met today. We were eating at Golden China when I found out that Jim’s golf partner had to cancel on him. I told him not to cancel his tee time. I loved to play golf and would play with him. I am sure he thought I was just a kid and couldn’t play; now you are probably going to cause me to have to give strokes.” He hit Bob playfully on the arm.
He looked on his book. “Well, you won’t be able to pull anything over on Jake and Mel, they know you both. I bet they do make you guys give them strokes. Your cart is ready, Jake and Mel are already on the first tee. Have fun guys and I’m sorry if I spoiled your surprise Carlton.”
I was in for a shock when I saw the cart. It was very special and had tons of features. It has a TV a radio and a computer scorekeeper inside the steering wheel. The built in cooler had a supply of bottled water and six Dews. I got into the passenger seat. “Damn Carl, this thing has everything but air conditioning. He laughed.
“My mother’s has air conditioning. It hardly ever gets hot enough here in San Diego for air conditioning here on the coast. I think she uses the heat more than the air. My parents are loaded and have a lot of possessions. That is all my brother and I are to them, another possession. Of course, since they found out I was gay, they don’t try to show us off anymore.”
“I am sorry Carl; I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.” I could see the sadness in his eyes.
“It’s okay, it’s not like much is different. Before they found out I was gay, they might be around four or five weeks a year. Now it more like four or five days a year. The sad part is that Marty isn’t gay and he is ignored too. He is going to school at MIT and he said he isn’t even coming home this summer.”
“I graduated from MIT last year. Well, I got my doctorate last year.”
“You are a PHD? Do I have to call you Dr. Carter?” He giggled.
“No, you call me Jim. Don’t be silly.”
“You look awful young to have a PHD. How old are you anyway.”
I laughed. “I am twenty-three, I graduated a little early.”
“I’ll say. They jumped me a couple of grades. How old were you when you graduated high school?”
“I was fourteen, so I know what it is like to be the kid in your classes. I am sure if you skipped a couple of grades you know what I mean.”
“I do, I wasn’t going to let them jump me another year, I thought it was too much to put up with being so much younger, but if you can stand it and graduate at fourteen, I am going to agree to it and graduate high school at fifteen.”
“Don’t do it on my account. I won’t kid you, I took a lot of teasing in high school.”
“I take the teasing anyway. I like the way you turned out, so I am going to go for it. You are my hero.” He laughed. “Don’t get your panties in a wad. I am just teasing. I do like the way your turned out though.”
We reached the first tee. “Wait just a damn minute. You talk Roger into canceling so you can bring in a ringer. No way, we know who Carlton is.”
“Well, I didn’t until just a few minutes ago when Bob told me.” Carlton had to tell the same story he told Bob. It was the truth all he left out was the events leading up to eating lunch.
“Jake’s right, we are going to need a stroke a hole to play. You can’t pull a ringer in on us.” It was pretty evident we were going to have to give them some strokes, now it is a matter of just how many.
“We normally play heads up and Roger is a six handicapper. No way should we be giving you guys eighteen strokes.”
“If we play two-man scramble we will take three a side for twenty a hole?”
“It’s a deal.” Carlton jumped in. I looked shocked. Before I could object, he said: “If you don’t want the action I will cover both bets.” He had that sly grin.
“Do you have enough on you to cover both bets?” Jake asked.
“Yep, I do.”
I looked at him. “What on earth are you doing with that much money on you?”
“I didn’t know what we were going to play for. Some of the guys I play with want to bet big, so I grabbed some cash when you took me home to change.” I guess I was too busy looking at his body to notice him get the cash. Damn just the thought of his body, was starting a bulge in my shorts.
“So Jim are you going to let the kid cover both bets or are you growing some balls.” Mel laughed.
“With a partner so confident, I would be a fool not to take your money. Of course, I will cover my share. You guys wouldn’t like to raise the stakes would you?”
“No, twenty is fine. Come on the fairway is clear. Fire away we will give you guys honors.”
“Are you sure, it might be your only chance to tee off first.” Carlton fired back.
“Okay, if you insist, we will take first honors.” Mel put his ball on the tee and hit his first shot with a little too much hook and was in the left rough.
“Way to put pressure on me partner.” Jake laughed. He was teasing but it was also a sign that he was nervous. He is usually laughing everything off.
He hit down the middle, but it was definitely not far enough that they could go for the green in two. Carlton put his arm around my shoulders. “Partner how long are you off the tee?” I stuttered and didn’t answer right away. “Can you hit it past those fairway bunkers?”
“Those are two-eighty or so, I might be able to, but I don’t usually try, it is not likely.”
“Then you go first and put one down the middle so that we have a good shot.” I did manage to end up in the middle of the fairway just short of the bunkers. He just grinned big and said: “Way to hit it partner, that was perfect.” His tee shot cleared the bunkers easily and we had a just a middle iron to have a shot at the green in two.
The first hole is a easy par five, so they didn’t get a stroke on this hole. They both hit nice shots leaving them with an easy pitch for their third shot. Of course, we played Carlton’s ball and we both hit the green with our second shots. So we had putts for eagle. Jake chipped up to about six feet which would give them a pretty good shot at birdie. Knowing that, Mel could take a shot to get even closer. He rose to the challenge and his chip snuggled up to within inches of the hole. Carlton just tossed him his ball and said: “Very nice Mel. You must be broke.” He giggled. “Jim. we have our work cut out for us if Mel is going to make those all day.”
My ball was a little farther away, but on a better line. We both thought that my ball is the one we should putt from. I put my arm around Carlton’s shoulders. “Partner, I don’t know how to break this to you, but putting is not the best part of my game.”
“Well, you have been a perfect partner so far. We have played fantastic scramble golf. If you don’t mind letting the kid line you up and talk you through your putting stroke that might change.” He was grinning ear to ear. “It will give me a chance to go for it if you get it close.”
Since we didn’t have time to practice hitting or putting, we had to guess on the speed of the greens. He showed me where to aim for and made sure I was lined up. My putt was exactly the right speed. It’s very last roll went into the cup. Carlton grabbed me in a bear hug and shouted: “And my partner said he couldn’t putt.” He snuck in a kiss on the cheek. “You keep putting like that partner and we will clean those guys out.” He teased Jake and Mel. He did put his ball from the mark to get the feel for the greens. His putt went in too. “Kinda easy when you have the hole won for us.” He winked.
We halved the second hole. The third hole was one of their stroke holes and both teams had fours so they won that hole. We halved four, five and six. Six was a stoke hole, so they were one up. We won seven and eight. The ninth was their last stroke hole on the front nine. It is a very hard par four, that we managed to birdie. All they had to do was par and we would halve the hole which would put us one up. They both missed a five foot putt let us go up two.
We stopped at the clubhouse before heading to the tenth tee. Bob asked: “Okay, spill it. Who is kicking who?”
“They have us two up.” Jake moaned.
“It looked like you guys were playing a scramble out there. How in the world did you let them talk you into that? You should be making Jim putt. We all know the boy can’t putt for shit.” He slapped my back.
“It was our idea and they gave us three a side to boot. That’s the sad part. Jim is putting lights out. The kid has him confident and his putting is unbelievable.”
“Look at this score card. They only had one par, everything else was under par. Good thing we were playing holes and not strokes.”
We won the backside two up as well so we were all grins when we took Jake and Mel’s money. When he put his eighty bucks in his wallet, I could see it was packed full of bills. “Carl what in the world are you doing carrying around that much money?”
“I told you I didn’t know how much I might need.” He slumped down on the bench in the changing room. “My parents may not want to spend time with their sons, but they pay us well not to complain. I get four hundred a week added to my prepaid Visa. I always take most out in cash, just in case they decide to cut it. Knowing them if I don’t spend it all, I must not need it.” He looked sad.
I put my arm around him. “They don’t know what they are missing. You’re bright, funny, and able to teach this old dog to putt. For the record, I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to spend time with you.”
“Does this mean I can spend more time with you?”
“Well, we still have dinner.”
“I know we didn’t bring any fresh clothes, but let’s take a shower before dinner.” He gave me his gotcha grin and he started to undress. I knew it was useless to argue, I just started undressing as well. He leaned over and whispered. “I wish this place wasn’t so public and we could wash each other.” He pulled his briefs off and wiggled his butt in my face. “You know you like it.” He whispered and scampered off so that I couldn’t swat his butt. Seeing his hot little hole and his dangling balls was causing my cock to fill. I made a mad dash to the showers to that I could hide my growing erection. He had two showers running. “I have this one all warmed up for you.”
“So I see.” He grinned when he saw I was almost erect.
“These things must be catching.” We were both very hard. Man this kid was getting to me. I did my best to soap my body without touching my cock. I knew if I did I might not be able to let it go. We were both clean and rinsing off when someone came in the shower. We both turned to face the wall and turned the water to cold which did its job and we could go dry and put on our clothes without showing our erections to the man in the shower. We dried and started dressing. “If I was older, I wouldn’t care if that guy caught us, but we can’t risk you getting into trouble. I can’t get my best friend into trouble.”
“Best friend? You just met me, how can I be your best friend?”
“I don’t have many friends. I have a lot of people that call themselves my friend, but if my parents weren’t so rich none of them would have anything to do with me. You took the trouble to care about me before you knew my parents had money. You cared enough to make me promise I wouldn’t takes risks like I did with you. It may have only been a few hours, but you have proved to me you are a true friend. Oh, and did I mention. I like your body.” He laughed. He reached up and got our sandals out of the locker. “You know they won’t let us in the dining room without proper shoes. They can loan us a jacket, but these shoes will probably keep us out.”
“I forgot it is the weekend and you have to dress. Tom and Jerry are off on Thursday and Friday, so I usually eat at home on the weekends.” I ran my fingers through his long hair. “How about we call Outback and get carryout from them. They are close to the house and I love their steaks.”
“Me too.” He pulled his cell phone out and went through his directory. “Want a New York strip?”
“How did you know?”
“My favorite. We agree on so much, I thought it might be. Medium rare?” I nodded. “Baked potato?” Again I nodded. “Ranch dressing?” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as I nodded yes. He called it in and gave his credit card as payment.
“I didn’t mean for you to have to buy my dinner.”
“It is the least I could do. You have given me so much today.”
“I didn’t give you anything. If you are talking about the eighty bucks we won, you are the cause of that, not me. You really improved my game.”
“No, I mean you gave me a great day. When I woke up this morning I was depressed and didn’t really think I mattered or that I cared about anything. To be honest I scared myself, I was worried I might do something really stupid. I knew it was not healthy thinking but I didn’t know how to get out of that thinking. That is why I went to the mall. I thought maybe I could matter if I got someone to want my body. I know that is stupid, but it was my frame of mind this morning. I feel like I do matter. I know I mattered enough to a stranger that he made me promise not to do that again. It is easy to see now that I mattered all along and I was just feeling sorry for myself. I have so much to be thankful for and like an idiot I dwell on the negative.”
We were pulling into the garage and as I stopped the truck. I grabbed Carl in a headlock. “If you ever start that kind of thinking ever again. Just call me and I will give you my famous nuggie.” I stated lightly rubbing my knuckles in his hair. Not a real nuggie, but enough to get him laughing.
“Okay, okay, you got it. That means you have to give me your number
now.” He grinned. I just handed him my phone.
“ I guess you might as well put your number in my phone too. Who knows I might need another golf lesson.”
He giggled. “I am available for other lessons too.”
“And just what all are you expert enough at that you can give lessons?” I teased.
“Well, let me see, I am good at poker. I am on the swim team at school too. I know you think I am going to say sex, but I am by no means an expert there. I have desires, but very little experience.” He actually blushed. That really surprised me.
“That is a good thing. You know that the way we met led me to believe you were not new to cruising bathrooms.”
“That was only my second attempt and the first was a epic failure. When I stepped up to show him my dick he showed me his hard dick and I left without even taking a leak. I ran down the hall zipping up my pants as I ran.”
“You promised me you would never do that again. I hope you keep that promise.”
“I will never break a promise to you.”
“Good.” I hugged him as we made our way to the kitchen table. Tom had set the table for us. In the middle was a note addressed to ‘Jim and Carlton’. We looked at each other. “It is addressed to both of us you read it.”
He picked it up and started to read:
I got to thinking after you guys left that you didn’t have clothes for dinner at the club. So if you didn’t stop at Outback for take out, you can warm the meatloaf in the fridge. There is also green beans and corn to warm up. I didn’t make a salad because it won’t keep. I know you can make a salad boss. If you did stop, you guys can eat the meatloaf tomorrow night.
See you at the lake,
Tom and Jerry
I looked at Carlton. “Do you get the feeling that Tom and Jerry are trying to push us together?”
“Well to be honest, I did, but I am too thankful for the help to say
anything. I have never met Jerry and
Tom just for a few minutes. I don’t know what is up, but I’m definitely not complaining.”
We transferred the food from the containers to the plates on the table. “This looks good enough to eat.” We both laughed.
I saw a bottle of red wine that Tom had opened and then re-corked. I assume that he let it breath and then re-corked it so that it would be ready. The bottle looked full, so that is the only valid explanation. He knows I can open a bottle of wine. I couldn’t help but smile at his additional attempts to make our evening a good one. “I know you are only fourteen, but you can have a glass of wine with dinner if you wish.”
“Please, the housekeeper lets me have a glass occasionally.”
I poured us both a glass and we sat down to eat. I raised my glass and Carl raised his as well. “To good food and good company.”
“To good food and great company.” He grinned. We clinked glasses and started eating. The food was excellent and we both were hungry and were eating and smiling, we didn’t stop chewing long enough to talk. We were almost finished eating when Carl’s phone rang. “Its May the housekeeper.” I assume it was the ringtone, he didn’t look at the caller-ID. He just put it on speaker and said: “Hello May, what’s up?”
“I called your mother and told her, my sister had to go to the hospital, so I am flying to Denver tonight. I should be gone about a week. Your mother said she would put three hundred extra on your Visa so that you can eat out this week. I will call if I am going to be longer.”
“I don’t suppose mother is planning to call to tell me herself?”
“No she told me to call you. Marty did call to say he was going to a party tonight and would call you on your cell sometime next week.”
“Okay May have a safe trip and I hope your sister gets better quickly. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No I will be fine and the doctors say my sister will be fine too. She just needs someone while she recuperates. I will see you next week if nothing happens. Oh, I almost forgot your mother said for you to take your uniforms to the cleaners.”
“Okay, goodbye May.”
“Goodbye Carlton, Carlton, see if you can stay with one of your friends. I hate to think of you sitting in this big old house by yourself.”
“We’ll see, I think I am going to the lake with a friend tomorrow, maybe I can talk him into letting me crash with him.”
“That would be fantastic. I have to go now the cab is honking so I am off to the airport. The alarm will be set, so don’t forget to turn it off or you will have the cops all over the place again.”
“I was ten, give me a break.” They both laughed. Carlton hung up the phone. “Well friend, do you think I can crash with you for a few days or are you going to make me stay in that big old house by myself?” He grinned.
“It would take a real asshole to send you home after that call. If I
hadn’t been with you every minute since we met, I might think you set
that up, but I know better.” I had a big smile on my face. “Of
course, you can stay here.” He jumped up and hugged me. I hugged him
back. He had tears in his eyes. “Why are you crying bud?
“ I don’t know why I’m crying. You have made me very happy.”
“Those don’t look like tears of happiness.” I just turned
him around and pulled him into my lap. “Did something upset you?”
He turned and sat sideways in my lap. He wrapped his arm around my neck. “I just realized that I wanted that hug so badly and it felt wonderful, but then I couldn’t remember the last time someone hugged me. Stupid huh?”
“No it isn’t stupid. I miss hugs too. I need to tell you something.”
He hugged me again and I squeezed him with a good hard hug. When he released me. He kissed my cheek. “What do you need to tell me?”
“Well, we seem to have a lot in common. My parents sent me away to school when I was fourteen and They haven ‘t bothered to call me once since. I call them for their birthdays and Christmas, but it is a strained conversation. They think all us queers are going to hell and don’t want to be dragged into the depths of hell with us. That is the excuse they use to not talk with me. Last Christmas they got an answering machine and caller-id. I have only been able to leave messages since that time.”
“Wow, and I was feeling my parents were assholes. Well they are, but I know now it could be worse. Why do you keep trying to contact them?”
“I don’t know exactly, but I have tried to rationalize it by telling myself that I am showing them that I still love them no matter what they think about me. But since I have only been able to leave a message, I was forced to admit that I keep doing it to let them know I am still here and they can’t get rid of me. How sad and stupid is that?”
“It’s not stupid. I know how you feel. Let’s face it we can’t make them love us no matter how much we want them to or how hard we try to get them to. We can hug each other and we will both know that someone cares about us.” We had another hug and this time I kissed his cheek. That brought a big smile to his face.
“As much as I am enjoying these hugs, you are going to have to get your boney butt up. My leg is asleep.”
He laughed and got up and wiggled his butt at me. “That is not a boney butt. Here let me massage the blood back into your leg.” He was doing a fantastic job of massaging my leg, but he started moving upward. I stopped his advance toward my crotch.
“That feels fantastic, but it is starting to feel too good, you little horn dog.” I teased him. “Come on let’s go get your clothes and whatever you need for next week.”
“Cool, I will call my driver tomorrow to give him the new address. I assume that you have an internet connection. I use my laptop to submit my homework. Everything is automated at our school, I don’t think our teachers could function without all their online tools.”
“The whole house is wireless enabled, but I also have an Ethernet connection if you need that.”
“No wireless is great. That way I can play poker while we snuggle in bed.” I opened my mouth to say something and he put his finger over my lips. “Relax, I know you are not going to let me snuggle with you in bed, but it is a great fantasy.”
I laughed. “Some snuggle, if you have to play poker to keep from being bored.”
He laughed. “Well, you’re right that makes no sense. I will leave the computer off while we snuggle.” He took off running so that I couldn’t swat his butt.
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