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