Date: Wed, 07 Jul 1999 00:58:05 EDT
From: duffer gates <ncduffer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love On The Links

Hey Everybody, This is my first attempt at writing a story, hope all
ya'll enjoy it.  This story is competely fiction, as in, none of it's
true.  This story is about two boys finding each other and making LOVE,
therefore, If the laws where you live say you can't read this,
don't read it.  Well, if you do read it, don't get caught.  That being
said, enjoy :)		ncduffer@hotmail.com
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Love On The Links--Chapter One

"Good Lord, it's hot outside today," I muttered as I walked into
the pro shop. It was summertime, and July in North Carolina can
be down right sweltering. I was just in there looking for a new
putter for my dad for his 50th birthday, killing time before my
tee-time in about 20 minutes. My name is Will Parker, and I just
turned 15 about two weeks ago. I live on a golf course in the sand
hills of North Carolina (near Pinehurst, where the U.S. open was
played this year), and I guess you could say I was just another
country club brat. I didn't have the stuck up attitude, though; I
just liked to play golf. I had been swinging the sticks ever since I
could hold one in my hand. My dad was a real scratch golfer. He
might have had a future in it, but he chose the law instead. I
think he had plans for me to get the chance to play that he never
had. I had a really pleasant childhood, my mom was always home;
my dad made plenty of cash, and I had a cool little brother that
imitated my every move. Sometimes it got on my nerves, but I have
to admit, it was really nice to have him look up to me.

Lately, though, I was having a turbulent time in my life. The
hormones had started raging, and my emotions were churning with
all of these confusing colors of desire. The one thing that I was
painfully aware of was to whom I was attracted. I was the only
one in the world (or so it seemed at the time) who didn't really
find girls attractive. I thought it was just because I didn't
have a girlfriend, or that maybe because I was still a virgin, or
even it was just that I liked golf better. All I knew was that
girls didn't give me 'The Feeling.' You know the one, where you
feel all jittery and nervous inside just because somebody's
standing next to you just making you weak in the knees. And it's
not like I'm ugly and just couldn't get girls or anything either.
I had just hit my growth spurt a few months earlier, so I was
filling out nicely. I was about 6 feet tall, 165 pounds, with
sandy blonde hair and green eyes. The golf kept my chest lean and
my arms defined. Walking 36 holes everyday kept my legs slender
and taut; I was a golfing machine.

Anyway, I was just trying out a new Ping putter for my dad, when
out of the corner of my eye I saw something I'll never forget.
There was this young god on the driving range winding up with his
driver. His fluid swing connected with the ball and he drove it
past the 225 yard mark. This walking wet dream was devastatingly
handsome. He looked about my age, was about my height, maybe just
a little shorter, with brown hair and ice blue eyes. He was maybe
150 pounds soaking wet. But his grace and skill with the club
made him sexier to me than anything. I put the putter back into
the display bag, and hypnotically started walking towards him. I
ordered up a bag of range balls so I could have an excuse to be
out there near him. I walked up and set my bag down a few feet
away from where he was punishing the range balls. I figured I
could get his attention with my sticks, so I stretched, got a few
practice swings in, and let loose with some game of my own. The
sound of my metal driver crushing the ball got his attention, and
he turned around to compliment me on my shot.

"Damn that was a sweet shot, man!" he said.

"Thanks," I replied. Boy, do I have a way with words, or what?

Anyway, he stuck out his hand. "My name is Jackson, but everybody
just calls me Jack," He said.

"What's up? My name's Will. You've got a pretty wicked drive
yourself," I said.

"Thanks," he replied. "My dad's the new pro out here, so I guess
it runs in the family."

Then he did it, his lips parted into the most perfect smile I'd
ever seen. I stood transfixed, staring at his perfect teeth and
full red lips. I realized that I was staring, though, so I sort
of shook myself back into reality.

"I've got a tee time in about 5 minutes, wanna shoot a round with
me, Jack?" I said.

"Sure," he answered, "let me go tell my dad, I was supposed to
play with him today."

He disappeared into the back of the proshop for a few minutes,
and I went into the snack bar to grab a Gatorade. As I drank in
the refreshing coolness, I looked back on what had just happened.
I had just met the most absolutely devastating person I've ever
seen, and now I'm getting ready to shoot a round of golf with
him.

All at once, a thousand butterflies fluttered their wings inside me. It
started in my stomach, but soon it spread like wildfire all the
way through my body. It was a tingly feeling, like electricity
was coursing through my veins. Suddenly, I was extremely nervous.
I felt very self-conscious, and a little insecure. What if I go
out there and completely suck? I thought.  Even worse, what if I
go out there and he catches me staring at him, trying to drink
him in with my eyes?  I quickly swallowed my fears along with the
rest of the Gatorade, and headed out to meet Jack on the first
tee. He had a brand new set of Calloway clubs, the very set I
asked for and received for my birthday. We even had the same bag!
We both laughed at how weird that was, and he gave me the honors
of teeing off first. I took a few swings to loosen up, then
drilled a nice drive a little over 200 yards on the left of the
fairway. Jack got up there and hit nearly the exact same shot,
only he outdrove me by what looked like about 5 yards. After
that, I didn't care HOW good he looked, my competitive streak
came out and I was determined to whip his ass, no matter how firm
and luscious it was! We played fiercely and competitively, as
only teenage guys can, and soon we were making the turn at 9. I
was one stroke ahead of him, and he was determined to make it up
on the back nine. We walked into the snack bar, and I went to the
restroom. I splashed some water on my face to cool down and
headed back out into the dining room. He was drinking the same
flavor of Gatorade that I always drink. Hmm. Another weird
similarity. I told him about it and made some lame remark about
being twins separated at birth. He gave me a pity laugh and
playfully punched me in the arm. Then something really weird
happened. Our eyes locked onto each other and we held this weird
stare for what seemed like an uncomfortable eternity. We were
brought back crashing to reality suddenly by large booming voice
coming from right behind Jack.

"Jackson, is this your new friend?" a large imposing man asked.

Jack snapped out of his daze and answered, "yeah dad, this is
Will. He's giving me a run for my money out on the links."

His dad answered, "Hi, I'm Jim Stewart, I'm the new pro."

I introduced myself, and he said that he recognized my last name,
he'd seen my dad's name on several of the club's tournament
trophies. He said it was nice to meet me, and to tell my dad to
call him to play a round. I said that I would, and soon Jack and
I were heading out to start the back nine.

Any friendly repoire we had off the course melted away as soon as
we were back on the tee. We were warriors, waging a savage battle
on the course in an attempt to out do each other. Soon we were
finishing up on 18, and we were tied. Jack was away, so he putted
first. He misread the break, and wound up two-putting for a
bogey. The pressure on me to sink it in one was thickly tangible.
This was for all the marbles. I took a deep breath, aimed, and
gracefully guided the ball right into the hole. I let out a yell,
pumped my fist in the air, and you would have thought I had just
won at Augusta. Jack just laughed at me, and gave me a
congratulatory handshake on a good round.

"Hey Jack, you wanna go cool off in the pool?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, "let me run home and get my suit. I'll meet you
at the pool in 15 minutes."

I agreed and I walked back towards my house. What was happening
to me? The coolest guy I have ever met is making me feel all
weird inside, and for some reason, I can't get the image of
kissing his full lips out of my mind.

I kept trying to sort out the thoughts in my head, and before I
knew it, I had walked all the way home. I had been trucking,
because the usually long walk back to my house flew by in what
seemed like no time at all.

I quickly put on my new j-crew swimsuit, adidas sandals, a tee-
shirt and my oakley's, grabbed a towel, and I was out the door. I
yelled something to my mom about going swimming, and I was soon
cruising out to the pool.

I got there just in time to see Jack taking off his shirt,
revealing a tan, smooth chest. It wasn't even really that
developed, it was just perfect, I thought. I stood there and just
stared from beneath my sunglasses, and when he waved over to me,
I was glad he couldn't see my eyes memorizing every inch of him.
I strolled over to where he was standing, and quickly took off my
shirt and sandals. We both took a running dive out into the pool,
and god did the water feel good! It was so hot that day, and I
was worn out from the grueling round of golf, so the water just
felt like heaven. Not to mention that this awesome looking guy
was standing beside me with no shirt on and dripping wet! We did
the usual stupid teenage boy things, we competed on everything,
from who could do the longest handstand, to who could stay
underwater the longest and stuff like that. Pretty soon, the sun
started to set, and the pool was closing. I asked Jack if he
wanted to come over for dinner at my house. My mom was grilling
steaks, and after assuring him he would be no inconvenience, he
willingly accepted. We took our time walking back to my house, we
weren't really in any hurry to go indoors yet. We talked about
everything, from our interests in music (which were eerily
identical) to our favorite sports teams. Inevitably, the topic of
sex came up. Usually, whenever my friends and I talked about sex,
it was the bragging, 'oh yeah, well, I got farther than you did!'
bullshit that we all knew everyone was lying about. But with
Jack, I didn't feel the need to bullshit with him. I told him
that I was still a virgin, and didn't even have a girlfriend. He
confided in me that he was also a virgin, and thought golf was
much more interesting than girls were. I laughed along with him
at that remark, adding a "yeah, me too!" but then I started
thinking what he meant by that. Was he just that much of a golf
fanatic, or did he just not like girls... Damn, I wish I could
get inside that beautiful head of his for just one minute! I made
a mental note to revisit the comment later on.

After dinner, we went up to my room. Of course it was a mess, and
we had to kick clothes and stuff out of the way just to have
somewhere to sit. I popped in the Nirvana Live From New York Cd,
and we just flopped down on my bed talking. About 5 minutes into
the conversation we were back on the sex topic, and I decided to
ask him what he meant earlier.

"Jack," I started, "what did you mean earlier?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" he asked, puzzled.

"You know, the thing you said about liking golf more than girls."
I replied.

"Oh, hehe, that," he started as he suddenly trailed off and
looked at the ground. "Nothing man, I was just, uh, picking
around."

"Oh, ok, I was just wondering," I started when he cut me off.

"Look man, I'm not gay or anything, if that's what you're
wondering," he said rather defensively.

"Hey, I believe you," I said, a bit hurt by his abrasive tone,
"but it wouldn't bother me a bit if you were." I had a hunch
here, and I was really stepping out on a limb.

"Do you really mean that?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do," I said. "You're a really cool guy, and one hell of
a golfer. To me, that stuff is way more important than who you
think is cute."

His eyes started watering up, and he looked away at first, and
then looked back at me. "Are you telling me the truth, you
wouldn't care about something like that?"

"Hell no, dude. Only small minded people make such a big deal
about stuff like that anyway." I replied.

"Oh Will, I haven't been completely honest with you, and now I
feel like total shit because of it. I AM gay, and I've always
lost every friend I've ever had when I finally confide that with
them. I just didn't want to lose you too. It's just that I think
you are really, um..." he trailed off.

"REALLY WHAT!?!?" I eagerly asked.

"Well you're really cool, and an awesome guy, and a great golfer,
and you're, um, well, you're really cute, too." He said, too
bashful to even look me in the eye anymore.

The electricity I felt this afternoon was nothing compared to the
lightning that was shooting through my system at that moment. The
butterflies were back, only they one thousand times more intense.
An awkward silence lingered between us, as I was trying to
process the information that I had longed to hear, yet still
couldn't believe. Not only was this awesome kid gay, but he
thought I was cute!! He must have interpreted this silence as my
rejection of him, and he turned to leave.

"See, I knew you'd be just like the rest," he said dejectedly,
and turned to leave.

Suddenly, the urgency of what needed to happen filled me, and I
called out to him with a panic in my voice that even surprised
me. "Jackson!" I cried out.

He turned around, stunned first of all because I called him by
his full name, and second because he was surprised I was still
even speaking to him.

While he was turning, I ran up to him, grabbed his face with both
hands, and planted the biggest, most affectionate kiss on him
that I could summon up from the core of my soul. I released on
him the years of pent up frustration and tension, unloading on
him the most powerful emotions my young body could produce. He
tensed up at first, but then he melted in my arms as I shared
with him the most intense sign of affection I could muster.

Finally, we broke the kiss, and he just stood there, too stunned
to speak and looked at me.

"Wow," he said, which was more than I could say. I was honestly
speechless. All I could do was smile.

My action had surprised both of us, and for the first time, I
truly knew what THE feeling felt like.
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