Date: Tue, 04 May 2004 12:39:40 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you Gay, part 5

Sorry for the delay in bringing out part 5, but I've been away for the
weekend, playing golf at the same golf-course Peter and David will play on
in this part.

Let me correct one small thing from part 4: The tee-time is at 10 AM of
course, not 9 AM. Who wants to play golf at that hour?!

Then, THANK YOU ALL VERY MUCH for all the praise you've been heaping on me.
It is feedback like this that makes it worthwhile to write stories. And the
best is that it seems to me that I've succeeded with what I tried to do
good: Namely not to write a slam bang thank you story, where the 12 year old
boy get butt fucked in page two (and loves it), but to envolve the story
slowly. Hopefully it will still be readable, but it gets more and more
difficult as the story lasts. It's the seducing part I like best to write.
After that the story easy becomes repetitions and repetitions.

Thanks again.

Now on with part 5:


I woke with a crash after what to me seemed just like 5 minutes sleep.
Peter's head appeared in the door with a fresh face, radiating joy and
health.

"Raise and shine my friend! It's almost 8 o'clock!" He laughed loud when he
saw my crimpled face and bloodshot eyes. "Come on, join us for the morning
bath!" He disappeared and slammed the door shut after him. I could hear the
sound of his naked feet running away.

I was just about to turn my back against the world and let golf and the
morning carry on without me, when I at last registered what he had said.
Morning bath! That changed everything. I threw back the comforter and put a
pair of shaky feet at the broad floorboards.

Morning bathing was a long established ritual in this family. Peter's
parents started every morning with a swim in the sea, and had done so since
the birth of time. It's not very pleasant for those of us that do not love
to inflict pain on yourself, but the cold fresh Scandinavian sea makes you
very awake very fast. And refreshing it is!

The fresh waking up was not what made me decide to join the living though.
What tipped the scales was that according to the unwritten rules in Peter's
family, the morning swim was done naked. Peter usually did not join his
parents at this morning ritual, at leas not since he had started on his
puberty. But this morning he would be there. Naked. So would I! Hangover or
not!

I threw on my bathrobe, and hurried after Peter. He had waited for me
outside the house, and together we walked down to the beach. His parents
were already in the water, yelling encouraging words to us when we showed
up.

Peter looked at me and grinned, before opening his bathrobe and letting it
fall to the sand. My heart skipped a couple for beats. He was partly turned
away from me, and I could not see his front. But his back was by far enough
for me. His very long slim legs kind of flowed up from the ground up into
his perfect bum, which again went over to the strong smooth back. His skin
was without any blemish, golden and smooth. His butt cheeks winked to me
when he walked down to the water, the little fold between his thigh and the
butt cheek jumping from one side to the other with each step. Just before
jumping in the water he turned around to me and gave me full frontal view.
His dick was on half-mast, not hard, but certainly not flaccid. He grinned
to me before jumping in. God! I ran down to the water and jumped in before
my hardening dick became too obvious.

But I could see that Peter's mother had seen the state of my dick. She was
just coming out of the water, and I must admit she was good looking. Firm
young breasts and a flat belly above the dark nest between her legs. Her
olive skin heightened the sensual look that filled the air around her. Given
other circumstances I would certainly been aroused by her, but not now. It
was obvious she thought it was the sight of her that fired me up, and she
flashed a knowing smile to me when passing me, pointedly looking at my
groin. Boy, if she only had known!

Peter swan towards a small raft that his father had put just outside the
beach, and I followed suit. His father passed us on his way in, smiling a
wise smile to me. I blushed, but went on swimming after Peter's bum that now
and then showed over the water. He took it easy, and I arrived at the raft
at the same time as him. He hoisted himself up at the raft, sitting down on
the edge. I did likewise, and we sat naked together. His parents were
already on their way back to the house, each in a bathrobe.

"Do you like to se me naked?" Peter grinned to me and parted his legs. His
dick was straightening out of his groin.

"What do you think?" I said. My dick slowly filled with blood and rose from
my groin, harder and harder.

"Can I touch it?" he asked.

"Are you crazy? They can see us!" The thought made my dick starting to loose
it's hardness.

"They cannot! They've gone inside the house!" he said and took hold of my
dick.

I should have pushed his hand away, but I did not, and I was instantly hard
again in his hand. He slowly pulled his hands up and down a few times, but
then a boat with an older couple came gliding up past us, and he took away
his hand from me in a flash.

I was still hard, but the spell was broken. Peter stood up on the raft, with
his dick standing hard out from his groin, before diving into the sea. I
followed him and raced him to the beach. I did not stand a chance. Long
before I had reach the beach, he was already up and putting on his bathrobe.

I went ashore and put on my bathing robe. Peter was already halfway up to
the house. I followed him up, and went to my room putting on proper golfing
clothes before going to breakfast. Peter was already there. He had put on
small white shorts with very short legs and a dark blue t-shirt. The shorts
certainly did his long legs justice. Almost too much, judging after his the
looks of his mother.

"Peter, are you going to play in those trousers?" she asked him with a
worried look on her face.

"Sure. Why not? I've always been playing in these shorts." He shot back.

"Yes, that's the problem." She answered. "You have grown a lot in the
meantime, and the trousers have not. They're far to small for you now."

"They're not!"

"Yes, they are. You can see everything you have ........" she did not finish
the sentence.

"See my what? My dick?"

"Yes, eh, no. I mean ......" she floundered about.

"Let the boy be." His father cut her short. "He is very good looking in
those shorts, and if anybody enjoys looking at him, they're welcome. Right
David?" He winked at me.

"Yes, I ....., eh, well, yes." That's me, always as eloquent as they come.

"Ok then, but I think he should change." She wanted the last word. "I don't
want my son to be the reason for old Andersson having a heart attack."

We all laughed, the joke having defused the situation. We all knew old
Andersson in the golf club. It was a well know fact that he enjoyed watching
the young boys. But he apparently never did anything else than look, and his
peculiarities were accepted by the other members. And the boys knew that a
nice view often was rewarded with an ice cream or a coke by the old man.

We went through the breakfast hurriedly, and 9 o'clock we sat in the car on
the way to the golf club. Peter and I in the backseat. Peter grinned to me
and pushed his groin forward. I could clearly see the outline of his dick.

"Do you think old Andersson will want to watch me tee off?" He asked me and
slowly lifted the hem of his t-shirt up over his stomach. The low cut shorts
looked just incredible nice on his golden skin, and if Andersson would not
be there to look, I certainly would!

At the club Peter's father and I went down to the range to hit a couple of
balls before teeing off. Peter and his mother opted to sharpen their putting
on the putting green.

For some reason the secretary had split us up. Peter and I were put in one
ball together with two of his friends, while Peter's parents would come
after us together with two old members. I did not complain. One of the other
boys was Ole from the beach the day before, and the other boy was a
15-year-old tall kid named Jan. All nice kids, good looking and good
golfers. I was really looking forward to the round.

Precisely 10 we teed off. I went first since I had the (nominal) lowest
handicap with my 12,5. I hit the ball fairly with my new pride, a Callaway
Great Big Bertha II+. The ball went straight down the fairway, stopping
opposite the 150-meter stick.

Peter's friends went after me. Both had new monster clubs, with heads almost
as big as their own heads. Ole had a small hook, but the ball stayed safely
at the fairway a couple of meters past my ball. Jan was not so lucky, and
his slice took him into the woods at the right of the fairway. But then his
luck came back. The ball hit a stone somewhere in there and flew out on the
fairway.

Then it was Peter's turn. He had a brand new Cobra 440 SZ, but I was not
sure if it was the club all the people watching him was there to see. For
some reason or another a fairly bunch of people had gathered around the tee
to watch us tee off. Not only elder men, also some of the ladies from the
ladies day. I had no trouble admitting that I would have done the same. The
sight was just gorgeous to miss.

Peter was in his prime. His swing was perfect, his balance rock solid, and
his timing right to the split second. That was his golfing, just perfect.
But his body was no less perfect. His long legs supporting his perfect
bubble butt. His strong torso, his shiny black hair and radiating eyes. Oh
yes, it was all there for us to enjoy. His t-shirt was not so long, and both
in the back swing and in the perfect executed follow through, it glided up
on his flat strong stomach. His butt was accentuated by the swing, and for
those who wanted it, it was no problem to see the outline of his dick.

And of course old Andersson was there too. His red face shone with sweat,
and the blood shot eyes caressed Peter's body. I was certain that if Peter
had worn one size smaller trousers, the club would have lost one of their
senior members at that tee off.

Of course his tee off was perfect. The ball rose and rose, and flew down
towards the other end of the fairway. The ball started out a bit to the
left, but he had a slight fade and the ball hit the fairway way past the
150-meter stick. It did not stop before the 100-meter mark in the fairway.
He must have had a carry of almost 200 meters. Wow!

The crowd gave him a small applaud, some for his playing, and I'm sure some
for the beautiful exhibition of his body.

Our golf progressed much in the same way. I played steadily and safe, Ole
and Jan risky with mixed results, and Peter flawless, risky and safe at the
same time. His drives were long and perfect, his iron shots on the fairway
were precise, and his lobs in on the green almost every time so short from
the flag that one put was sufficient. Of course his putting were steady as
rock. The few times he hit the bunker, his bunker shots could not have been
done better by Tiger Woods. After 9 holes he was just two over the course's
par. My score was 42, witch was spectacular good for me. Ole and Jan were at
45 and 48 respectively. Peter already had two birdies and three pars in his
bag, and if his play held up for the rest of the round, his handicap would
be seriously lowered from his present 18,5.

It was not only the playing that heightened the day. Of course my eyes now
and then rested on the spectacular sights I was rewarded with. Boys in their
best years. Beautiful, strong, lithe, smooth, fresh, and very sensual and
sexy.

An extra bonus was Peter's description of the other boys we played together
with and met on the course. He went into great details with each boy, and
after that round I knew a lot more about some of the juniors at the club.
Jan for one was not cut, and surprisingly small. His dick was pointing to
the left when hard, and the head of the dick was shaped like an arrow. Not
to mention Ole, He was cut as we know, and the head of the dick was very
broad and flared. And I got to know that Jan bragged that he used to screw
his cousin every week, but the truth was that he liked better to be sucked
by his younger brother. Ole had a never ending supply of condoms, and a very
popular play was to roll one on the hard dick of your best friend, and then
jack him off till he cum in the condom.

When we played hole seven, two boys crossed our fairway on their way to the
17th tee.

"Look at the boy to the left." Peter whispered. "That's Lage. He has the
biggest dick I've ever seen. I think it is 19 cm, it's huge! And he fucks
his sister!"

"Really?" I wondered. "How do you know?"

"I've seen the dick several times. We do circle games together."

"Not the dick, the fucking his sister bit."

"I've seen it!" Peter grinned to me. "At a party at his house. I stumbled
over them in his room, naked and fucking."

"How old is she?"

"16."

Hmmm. I looked at the boy with renewed interest. They were an active lot,
these young boys!

At the 9th tee we stopped at the kiosk, me buying hotdogs and ice-cream to
the boys. Just when we arrived the ball in front of us started to tee off.
One of the players was an oriental looking boy. It was difficult to judge
his age. Peter told me he was 14, but he certainly did not look older than
12.

"He sells sex to older men." Peter told me openly. Ole and Jan nodded.

"How do you know?" I asked them.

"He told me once." This was Jan who joined the conversation.

"What do you mean by selling sex?" I asked.

"He gets paid by old men to undress and to let them play with him."

"Oh...." Nobody said anything while the boy in question did a good tee off.

"He gets paid very well." Peter ventured. "500 krones or so each time."

"I did it once." Ole suddenly said, blushing. "Not all the way, but I
undressed and let the man touch me,"

"How much did you get for that?" I wanted to know.

"400 krones." He looked sheepishly at me.

When Jan thought I did not see it, he did some rearrangement in his
trousers.

The next ball with Peter's parents came to the 8th green and broke the
spell, and we went to tee off at the ninth.

So it went on. On hole eleven I got to know that the boy in the green shorts
on his way to the driving range let his teacher suck him for better grades.
On hole 14 Ole told us all that the 18-year-old boy we saw at hole 16 was
gay and had a lover that was 22. At hole 17 Peter pointed to a small boy
that came down from the fifth tee, about 10 years or so. "I've sucked him
several times. He's the brother to a mate in my class, and loves to undress
for us and let us suck him. He gets completely wild when he cums. Screaming
and yelling"

I was hard as stone by now. It was very frustrating, and very sexy. I longed
for a release.

On our way up the 18th tee, Jan pointed to two boys walking past us on the
way to the new resort just behind the third tee. Both were about 13 or so.
"They play with enemas and such, euch!"

"That's not euch!" Peter shot back at him. "It can be very nice!"

"How do you know?" Jan looked astonished at Peter.

"If you relax it can be very nice."

"But do you get enemas?" Jan asked him.

"Well, yes..... I mean ...." Peter realized that he had said too much and
clammed up.

The topic was dropped, but I noticed that Jan looked guessingly at Peter on
our way down from the tee.

We concentrated on golf, and both Peter and I were up at the green on the
third stroke. Jan and Ole needed four. Peter made do with only one putt of
course to a glorious birdie. I finished with two putts to a respectable par.
Ole and Jan both finished with bogeys.

We went to the clubhouse to finish the scorecards. I bought all of them a
beer, and we sat on the terrace looking at the players coming up at the 18th
green while adding the strokes. Peter finished at 76, I finished at 85, and
Ole and Jan at 90 and 95. I signed Peter's handicap card while he finished
his beer.

Ole and Jan had to go, as Ole's mother waited with the car at the parking.
Peter and I waited till his parents came up to the terrace. They had both
played to their par, and were well content with their play. When they heard
about Peter's result, they were clearly proud.

Peter declared that he was sweaty, and wanted a shower before going home. I
suddenly felt very sweaty too, and opted for joining him. So we agreed that
Peter and I would take a shower in the wardrobe, while his parents took
refreshments at the terrace.

The clubhouse is just a few years old, and have a very nice wardrobe with
big nice showers. There's always a big pile of towels ready for guests and
members, so picking one we did not wait with shedding our clothes. I could
not help watching him when he pulled down his shorts. He had on a pair of
small white Calvin Clein briefs. They were low cut and just about covered
his butt in the back. In the front a stiff dick clearly showed under the
white cotton. He skimmed them off, and his hard dick slapped hard against
his flat stomach.

He grinned to me when he saw that I was just as hard as him. Luckily for us
there were nobody else in the showers, or else it could have been
embarrassing. We went into the stalls, and soon the nice warm water poured
down over me. I closed my eyes and shampooed my hair, and that was why I did
not see Peter coming over to my stall. Rinsing my hair I suddenly felt his
warm body against mine. I opened my eyes, and through the water running down
my face I saw his face close to mine.

Before I could say anything he took hold of my hard dick and started to
masturbate me. All my wise thoughts left my head in a flash, and I leaned
into him and just enjoyed the nice feelings that flowed out in my body from
the dick.

"Don't forget me!" Peter hissed between clinched teeth.

I took hold of his hard dick and started to caress him. The feeling of his
hand on my dick and the knowledge that a horny 14-year-old by masturbated
me, combined with the feeling of his hard dick in my hand, brought me fast
over the brink. With shaky knees my dick convulsed in a strong orgasm, and
rope after rope of creamy cum shot out of me.

He finished me and demanded action for himself. I stepped behind him and
hugged him close while taking hold of his dick, masturbating him hard. My
own dick was half hard, half flaccid. He felt it on his bum, and by
wriggling with his behind he succeeded to get it embedded in his butt crack.
That was so hot, and I very fast got hard again. So while I jacked him hard
and fast, I enjoyed the warm close feeling of having my dick gliding up and
down in his crack. I did not dare think the thought if he really wanted me
to fuck him, and I did not know if I really wanted to. But I enjoyed the
nice feeling and the thoughts of the implications, and masturbated him
faster and harder.

He came hard and strong after a couple of minutes. His body started shaking
and he moaned, first quiet, but then load when the orgasm raced through his
body.

After s short time he showed my hand away from him and turned against me.
Then very quickly before I could say anything, he took hold of my head and
kissed me hard on my mouth. He pressed his tongue in past my lips for a
second, before letting my head go and drawing back.

"I like you very much David." He whispered to me and hugged me.

"I like you very much too Peter." I answered, very confused.


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