Working at the Club
When I finally did return to work I faced a couple of irate customers. What I don't get is why I am so important to their game. I mean, if they're dying of thirst, almost every hole has a water station nearby. I guess a lot of them bring friends and guests and they want to impress them and buy cigars and stuff. But some of these grown men complain like little girls.
I passed the snack shed every time I did a lap around the course. I exchanged some conversation with Ryan but since there were other people around I couldn't say anything meaningful. It was getting towards the point that I needed to find out which way this boy swung. It was already June, and July would be here so soon and then the next thing I knew I'd be back at school in August. Summers seem to just fly by.
The day passed pretty quickly and no more golf balls bounced off my forehead so it all ended well. I broke down the cart and put everything away. Before clocking out I wanted to straighten up the cage and make sure everything was set for the weekend. As you can guess, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday I was slammed. Everyone and their mother wanted a tee time for those days and if the weather was nice I went through cold drinks like Kleenex at a snot party. But that did mean great tips and great commission.
The cage is where the bar keeps most of their non-alcoholic supplies. It is just a room built into the back of the building with a mesh fence with a lock to keep people out. I was straightening up stuff and throwing away empty boxes (I mean, recycling them, yeah) when I heard the cage door close behind me. I whirled around and saw Ryan locking the door to the cage. Since the snack shed sells the same drinks that I do (gatorade, snapple, juice) they use the cage as well and usually restock the shed before going home so it was not uncommon for us to run into each other at the end of the day.
Ryan smiled as he locked me into the cage and said, "Here in America, we like to keep you communist bastards where you can't do any harm." I rubbed my forehead and still felt the lump. Fine, if he was going to play this game, I'd go right along with him.
"But comrade," I said in my best attempt at a Russian accent, "I beg of you. We are ushering in a new decade of perestroika and glasnost. Our economy is now free-market! People have never been poorer."
"Cram it commie, you have to give me a good reason to let you out of there."
"I will give you fine Russian vodka."
His eyes lit up for a second, "Seriously, did you put away your booze yet."
"Yeah, it's all put away behind the bar," I said, dropping my pathetic Russian accent.
"Shit, I could use a good cocktail now and then, you know."
"You could have asked me that."
"Would you serve us?" he questioned.
"I'd serve you. As long as you didn't do anything dumb and get me in trouble."
"All right," he said. "Maybe I could get a cold beer, tomorrow."
"No, I can't give you beer. That's too easy for the bar to keep track of. I could get you a mixed drink, however. Now let me out of here, it's quitting time."
He smiled devilishly and leaned against the mesh. "Make me," he said slowly and deliberately. So, I reached out and grabbed him by the shirt through the mesh. "Hey, hey let go," he said, struggling to get away. Determined I held his shirt so that if I wasn't going anywhere, neither was he. He gave up when he realized I had a firm grasp of him and unlocked the cage door. He didn't know the combination on the lock so I had to tell him.
As I walked out of the cage he asked me, "So you will keep me a little watered, tomorrow?"
"Sure," I said.
"Good. Why do you think we always offered you drinks and food?"
"Oh, you were bribing me?" I asked, punching him lightly in the arm. "You could have at least not burned my food. You cooking tastes like shit. Burnt shit"
"Fuck you," he replied. He headed inside to punch out and I closed and locked the cage, and turned off the light. Ryan came back outside and headed towards his car, yelling good-bye over his shoulder.
I returned with a "See ya later chump." I went inside to see if George needed anything else done before I clocked out. He didn't, and he thanked me again for sticking around and working despite being injured. He offered me Friday off, and I hesitated, before finally declining. A day off would be nice. I could take the boat out on the lake all day and hang out with my friends. It was supposed to be gorgeous. But, Friday was a great day for tips and I needed the money.
I punched out and headed back outside so I could avoid being chastised further by the kitchen guys. They were really living it up all day. Every time I saw them I would get some grief. I flipped them the bird before I headed out the door to the parking lot. They chattered away in Spanish, obviously making fun of me. I've really got to learn that language!
I started walking over to my car before I noticed Ryan standing by his. His hood was up and the engine was smoking profusely. I sidled over to him.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I think this heap of junk finally died on me." It truly was a heap of junk. Some old Buick Skylark that probably had enough miles to go to the moon and back about a hundred times.
"Well, are you going to try and fix it? Miguel inside is pretty good with cars."
"No," he replied. "I don't feel like dealing with it right now. My parents offered to get me a car as a graduation present so I think I'll just tell them its dead."
"Well," I said, "Do you need a lift home?" Ooh, this was it. I could get to see where this boy lived!
"I'd really appreciate that, man. You don't mind?"
"Of course not," I said. "What are friends, errr comrades for?"
We both got into my car. I drive an '82 VW Quantum station wagon. It's actually in great shape besides being so old. It was my grandmother's and she stopped driving a while ago.
As I pulled out of the parking lot, he noticed the radio. The FM button doesn't stay depressed so I have to stick a dart through the dashboard to keep the button pressed in for the FM to come on.
"Nice radio," he said.
I chuckled. "Yeah, its something else. Where do you live?"
"Brookfield," he replied. "What about you?"
"I live in New Fairfield."
"Oh shoot, I'm sorry if I'm making you go out of your way."
"Don't worry about it," I reassured him. I got onto the highway as he said it was the quickest way to go. We talked a little about what we were into. He liked track and field and hoped to do it in college.
"Where are you going to school?" I asked him.
"UConn," was his answer. "Where do you go?"
"I am a proud Penn Stater."
"Oh that's a fun school, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yeah, I love it. UConn is a fun school, too. You'll have a great time there." We drove on in silence for a little bit. I turned off the highway at Exit 7 and took the Federal Road exit.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.
"Nope, I did until about two weeks ago." He sort of looked sad. The mood in the car changed a bit. He obviously liked her a lot. I was a little perturbed because my boy was straight. I'd have to double my efforts on Adam, I thought to myself. "Yeah, she's only a junior and since I was going away to school she didn't see much hope in the relationship. She doesn't trust me that much, either." He grinned mischievously and I had to laugh.
"Turn left up here," he said to me. "I guess the relationship wasn't going that well but it still kind of threw me off. I really like her." He sat in silence for a few moments before turning to me and asking, "What about you, are you seeing anyone?"
I shook my head. He continued talking. "Man college chicks. I can't wait to get myself some of that. Is it really that easy to get laid? My brother tells me he hooks up like every weekend."
I shrugged my shoulders. What the hell did I know about macking on college chicks? He rambled on about girls and asked me what they were like at Penn State. A got a little uncomfortable. Fortunately we were close to his house. As we pulled into his driveway he remarked that his parents must have left already for the weekend since his dad's car was gone.
"They're gone for the whole weekend?" I asked.
"Yup, usually they leave on Friday but they wanted to get into the city early today to see a show."
"What, they go into the city every weekend?"
"Yeah, the just got an apartment in Manhattan. My mom is a real metropolitan and loves to hang out there. So they've been spending weekends there." I could tell by this dude's house that his parents were loaded. An apartment in the city didn't surprise me at all.
"How cool is that!" I said. "Are you throwing any parties?"
"Hell no," he responded emphatically. "They have my neighbors watch me like hawks. They don't trust me much either." We both laughed. I really liked this guy, even if I couldn't have him. Good looking and mischievous. What a nice combination.
He got out of the car and thanked me for the ride. Then he leaned in through the passenger window and asked, "Can I offer you something to drink, Steve? You know, for dropping me off and all?"
"Sure," I said. Shit, who could resist that offer? I got out of the car and walked into the house. "Hey, question for you?"
"Yeah?" he said.
"How are you planning on getting to work tomorrow if your parents are in the city?"
"I'll take my mom's car," he replied. "Why, are you offering to pick me up?"
"Hell no," I said. "I've got to be at work tomorrow at 8 am. Do you know how early I'd have to get up to get over here and grab your ass to be on time?"
"Well, then maybe you can stay over and be my chauffeur," he joked.
"Hey, if you pay me I'll stay over here and drive you to work tomorrow."
"Good, then it's settled," was his response. Was he kidding, or not? I couldn't tell. But to stay over his house for the night would have been just fine by me. We went into the kitchen and I sat at the counter. He grabbed two Pepsis and placed one in front of me.
"So how come a cool guy like you doesn't have a girlfriend?" he asked me.
Shit, here we go again. I didn't want to be having this conversation. "It's a crazy world," I said, avoiding the question.. I should have just told him right there that I was gay. But for some reason I just didn't feel like telling him. Once he knew I was he might act a little weird around me and I liked the kind of friendly relationship we had going. I knew he wasn't really homophobic but I didn't want things to really change between us.
He leaned against the counter and stared at me, intently I should add. His soft brown eyes seemed to look right through the back of my head. We continued staring at each other. This was getting interesting!
Finally he broke the silence and said softly, "I think I know why."
I gulped and started fidgeting uncomfortably.
"It's because you have such a small penis, isn't it?" he said with a straight face. Then he burst out laughing and clapped me on the shoulder.
"Yeah, you're a real fucking comedian," I quipped, relieved.
"Come on," he said. "Let's watch TV." I followed him into the den and took a seat next to him at the couch. He flipped on the TV and we started talking about my job and what exactly I did. I do have a real simple job but people who work at the club seem to think I never do any work. The reality is, I do have to bust my butt to keep all the members happy. I'm constantly moving and running around serving drinks, not just sitting on my ass on the cart.
"Let me ask you this," he said. "Who's the biggest prick?"
I racked my brain trying to pick out the one biggest asshole from all the members. It was pretty tough to just choose one. Plus, he was staring at me again. Those soft brown eyes were burning a fire in my soul. I started to get a chubby.
"Probably Mr. Murphy," I finally responded.
"Which one is he?" Ryan asked me, raising an eyebrow.
"He's old and wears those big thick glasses and always wears the same lime green pants."
"He's got that mole on his neck, right?" Ryan asked me.
"That's my uncle," he said flatly. I stared wide-eyed at him.
"Oh, sorry dude."
"Steve, you are so gullible its not even funny." I punched Ryan in the arm. I must have gotten him pretty good because he yelped and hit me back. He jumped on top of me and started wrestling me. As much as I should have enjoyed this I was a little nervous because I was already sporting an erection from. As he moved on top of me I tried to twist around so I could be on my stomach.
But he was bigger and stronger than me and he got me on my back and pinned my arms underneath me. Then he sat down on me, no doubt planning to torture me somehow. He sat right on my crotch and full blown erection. He stopped what he was doing and his eyes got wide. His mouth dropped open as he realized what he was sitting on. I was busted. Damn.
He kind of looked at me and then sat down a little more to verify if it was indeed my hard penis pressing against his ass. He said nothing for a couple of seconds and then asked me quietly, "You're a little excited, aren't you?"
I gulped and nodded. "Sorry dude, I didn't know you were going, to... jump me." My face must have been bright red.
Ryan looked at the lump on my forehead and said, "Your forehead is swelling pretty bad. Will this make it feel any better?" He leaned down and planted a soft kiss right on my forehead. I sat there and contemplated what just happened.
"It felt a little better after that."
He leaned down again and planted another kiss on my lump. "How about now?"
"It's feeling pretty good now." I said. He still had my arms pinned under me but he let go with his right and brushed my face lightly. Then he leaned down and kissed my lips softly and gently. I was expecting to be woken up out of another daydream by a golf ball but I wasn't, thank god. This was for real!
Then he kissed me again and opened his mouth. Our tongues started flicking each other's and I explored his mouth a bit. He sat up and stretched himself out so that he was lying on top of me. He grinded his hips into mine and I could feel that he was pretty excited now too. Our kiss got a little more passionate and he let out a soft groan of ecstacy. I started rubbing my hands up and down across his strong back. I lifted the shirt out of his shorts and he moved up on me so I could take it off. He did indeed have a great build. He had a smooth chiseled chest with well defined pecs. His stomach was flat and toned. That happy trail was driving me nuts and I wanted to find out soon what joys it led to.
I tossed his shirt on the floor and started molesting his half naked body with my hands. They went up and over each over his shoulder blades and down the back of his shorts. I stuck my hands through the back of his boxer shorts and felt his ass. He had a great, firm butt. I was apparently really turning him on and he started kissing me more passionately now. His hands started working on the buttons of my own shirt. I lifted my arms and he took it off of me. He started kissing my neck and then slowly moved down to my chest. He flicked his hot and moist tongue over each nipple. Then he took one into his mouth and started sucking it gently. I let a loud moan and grabbed his ass again. He started grinding up and down against me. He let go of my nipple and started licking down towards my waist he paused over my belly button and pleasured me there for a few moments before carefully undoing the button on my shorts. He unzipped them and then reached through my fly and unbuttoned my boxers.
His hand continued its journey through my clothes and I moaned softly as he grabbed my hot and hard penis. He explored it a little bit and moved his hand up and down on it. Then he whispered in my ear, "Hey, you really do have a small penis."
"Oh that's its, I'm really going to get you now," I said trying to roll him off of me. He didn't budge. This boy had complete control over me and once again he pinned my arms under my body.
"You are my prisoner, Gorbie. I am in total control of you," he said. And he was. And I definitely was enjoying every second of it. Then holding both my arms with his left arm, he took off my shorts with his right. I stopped struggling and sat back to enjoy the moment. "Now," he said. "You are going to sit back and take your punishment, okay?" I nodded at him and tried to look sad. It was tough because I was in heaven at the moment.
He moved his head down to my cock and took me into his mouth. I almost came right there but I got control of myself. He started sucking me off slowly. He has bobbing his head up and down and he swallowed me all the way. I watched as his head moved up and down over my pulsing dick. He took his hand and started stroking me in rhythm his blowjob. His tongue flicked over the top of my head. I tousled his hair with my hands as he sucked me off. I was getting really close and I wasn't sure I wanted to come yet. I told him I was close and he started moving up and down on me faster. The pressure in my dick was building up and I started groaning slowly.
"Oh Ryan, I'm gonna cum."
I burst in his mouth and he swallowed every drop. I spurted three or four times and then kind of went limp and settled back down onto the couch. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. He let go of me and then moved up and kissed me softly on the forehead. He laid down on top of me and I put my arms around him. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that with you," I said.
He smiled and said, "That was pretty nice. You don't know how surprised I was when I sat on you and found out you had a raging boner."
"Oh I know, I saw the expression on your face. It was priceless." He lay back down on top of me put his head on my shoulder. I stroked his hair for a bit and then he looked up at me.
"Why don't we continue your punishment upstairs?" he said.
"Take me away, your honor."
We got up and I rezipped my pants He reached out for my hand and took it into his. We walked upstairs to his room together, holding hands. I was sure this was some sort of dream. I was going upstairs with Ryan to fool around with him in his own bed. I was sure I was going to wake up with another lump on my head lying in the middle of the 18th fairway with some prick leaning over me and saying, "Damn it sonny boy, you knocked my ball backwards 40 yards.
We rounded the corner and he led me into his room. It was pretty nice. And big. He had a TV and VCR, and a nice stereo. He also had his own full bath. Some posters of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit models were hanging on his wall and I had to chuckle to myself. Where were the dudes?
He pulled me over to him and into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. Our tongues flicked into each other's mouths. I started to slowly take off his belt, savoring every moment that we kissed. Then I unzipped his shorts and they fell to the floor in a heap with his boxers. I slowly stroked his dick. He was about 7 inches and thick, with big mushroom head. It was a beautiful sight to behold. He sat down on the bed and I took off my own shorts and boxers. I got into the bed with him and we started kissing. Both of us got totally naked as we kicked off our shoes and socks. I rubbed Ryan's chest and brushed my hand down his happy trail and into his pubic hair. Ryan started sucking on my neck and I started stroking his cock.
"Hey, no hickeys," I said.
Ryan stopped sucking my neck so hard and said, "Oh come on, I always feel the need to mark my territory."
"Who says I'm your territory?" I asked playfully. I moved down his body and started playing with his belly button. Then I wrapped my hand around his cock and slid it into my mouth. He had a little bit of pre cum and I licked it off with my tongue. He tasted wonderful. I started slowly sucking him off and stroking him with my hand. I couldn't get him all the way into my mouth but I certainly tried. I moved up and down on his cock and he put his hands on my head.
"Oh that feels so good, Steve." I increased my pace and started to suck harder. Ryan followed my rhythm by thrusting his waist up and down. He still had his hands on my head and he reached down to my neck and started to massage it a little. I moved up and down on him enjoying every moment. I could feel his body start to tense up as he approached orgasm. He was moaning softly now, totally lost in the moment.
"Okay, I'm going to cum," he moaned. I kept up my pace as Ryan exploded in my mouth. The first shot hit the back of my throat and I gobbled it down. He was moaning really loud now and his whole body shook with each shot of cum. I swallowed all of it and eventually Ryan relaxed and the orgasm ended. He lay his head back into the pillow and pulled me up to him. I was a little upset at the prospect of having to leave his lower body but I settled into his arms anyway. He was laying on his back and I was laying on my side with my head on his shoulder. I stared at him as he kept his eyes shut. He sort of just breathed heavily while he recovered from the orgasm.
Eventually he opened his eyes and looked over into my eyes. "That was real nice," he said.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. We'll have to do it again."
He smiled at me and pulled me towards him to plant a kiss on my forehead. We lay there in silence for a minute or two.
"Are you into girls at all are you completely gay?" he finally asked me.
"I'm not into girls at all," I replied. "Never have been."
"Have you hooked up with a guy before?"
"Yes, I've had a couple of flings at school," I answered. "What about you?"
He shook his head. "No, that was a first for me. Actually, I've never had a blowjob before either. My girlfriend wasn't in to that."
I nodded. "Well she was missing out big time then."
He grinned widely. "So was I." After several moments of silence, he looked back over to me. "Do you want to spend the night, here?"
I really did but I had to get home. "I've got to work tomorrow. I don't have any other clothes but these."
"Well, you can wear one of my extra shirts. They're the same thing."
He was right. All the shirts were the same. "Do you have another pair of khaki shorts I could wear. One's you wouldn't mind getting messed up?"
"Sure," he said. "I don't keep mine exactly clean either. Those kids by the pool are bastards with ketchup." I laughed.
"Well, I should go home. I have to eat dinner and I was supposed to help my dad with some things around the house."
"Come on, stay over. I want to wake up in your arms," he pleaded. He looked at me with those soft brown eyes and my willpower gave way like a floodgate.
"Okay, but I'm sort of hungry so you have to be my bitch and make me dinner."
"Just for that comment I should make you my bitch. But I'm going to order pizza instead." He climbed out of bed and walked out to call the pizza place, completely nude. I liked this guy.
We spent the rest of the night hanging out and watching TV. I called my parents and told them I had gone to a "friend's" house after work, and I had had a couple of beers and I didn't want to drive home so I was sleeping over. They knew I was gay and were okay with it, but this isn't the sort of thing I was comfortable talking to them about. "Uh yeah, mom, I met him and I went to his place and we hooked up! What? Oh, the sex was great, he's pretty big. Yeah, well I have to go now, I think he's going to blow me again. Bye!" I snickered at the thought of that conversation.
We both turned in around 11pm. I'm a night person so I'm usually up pretty late but 8 am comes pretty early. He was working tomorrow, but only until 2. We fell asleep pretty quickly and when his alarm clock woke me up from sweet dreams the next morning, he had his arms around me and my head was resting on his chest. Talk about starting the day off well. I was hoping waking up like this could become a habit for me this summer...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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