Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2006 13:56:46 EST From: adama1416@aol.com Subject: Clubhouse Towel Boy Part 1 By L. Ray All of the usual disclaimers apply: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between teen aged boys and other teen aged boys, as well as between teenaged boys and adult men. If this type of material is illegal in your area, city, state, province, country, etc. then don't read it. If this type of material is offensive to you, then you shouldn't be here in the first place so leave now! If you read this story, please feel free to let me know how you liked it at adama1416@aol.com All email is read, sincere emails will be answered, while flamers will happily be filed to drawer 13. Preface; When I was a kid, my Mother and Grandmother encouraged me to keep a journal of the things that I did from day to day. I look back on those journals from time to time, and some of the things I did when I was younger amaze even me. But with some of it, I have to wonder how I ever kept from getting caught and having my ass beat with my Dad's belt. I am glad that I kept those journals, but I am even more glad that no one ever found them and read them! Back in the early 60s kids, boys especially, could get jobs at a much earlier age than they do now. What ever child labor laws there were, were seldom, if ever enforced. Some of the things that might happen to a young boy in the workplace back then were definately against the law, but if the boy enjoyed what he was doing, as I did, then who really got hurt? Remember Guys, this was a long time ago, and things have changed a lot since then. Please play safe! Always wear a condom! Club House Towel Boy (My First Summer Job) By L. Ray The summer that I was 13, I decided to try my hand at being a caddy at the local golf course I was tired of collecting pop bottles for spending money, and wanted to earn enough to buy a new bike, so on the morning of Wednesday, the 18th day of June, two of my buddies and I got on our bikes and headed up into the park to the clubhouse to be interviewed by the pro. When we arrived at the clubhouse, there were at least 200 boys there for possibly 20 jobs, and, being small for my age, not to mention the fact that I was younger than most of the boys I knew who caddied, I figured that my chances were slim of getting one of the jobs. The golf pro, Mr. Jenkins, was a very good looking man, in his early 30's with dark brown, close cut hair, a mustache, and a hell of a physique. His arms sticking out of his shirt sleeves, looked almost as big around as my waist, and they were already tanned, despite the earliness of the season, he could have palmed my whole head in one of his big hands. In a lot of ways, he reminded me of my dad's brother. The interview was fairly congenial, and he asked a whole lot of strange questions. At one point, he asked if I would have any problems changing clothes or showering with others, including grown men, to which I answered that it wouldn 't be a problem, since I had showered every day after gym class at school, and often with the coach in the showers too. At the end of the interview, he shook my hand, telling me that I was a cute boy, but most likely too small to handle the big golf bags. He then said that he would get back to me toward the end of the week. When I left the big clubhouse, I looked for my friends, Jimmy and Andy, who were waiting by our bikes. We left to head for my house, with plans to play some pool in my garage, but when we got to my house, my Mom told me that I had to go back to the park, the pro had called, and wanted me to come back because there were some things he needed to ask me, that he had forgotten. Jimmy and Andy hurried to their houses to see if either of them had gotten calls as well, as I left to make the two mile ride back to the park's clubhouse. I parked my bike in front of the clubhouse, locking it up in one of the racks that was designed for that purpose, and headed inside to find the pro, Mr. Jenkins. The girl at the registration desk ask who I was and what I needed, then called Mr. Jenkins on some sort of telephone, and after talking to him for a few minutes, told me to go down the long hall, where the sign said "LOCKERS" , then turn right at the end of that hall and look for the door that said " GOLF PRO" on it. I headed down the hall, and found the door that I was looking for, and knocked. "Come in!" said a strong voice from inside. I turned the knob and entered the office. There was Mr. Jenkins and two boys, one looked about 16 and the other about 18. He introduced them to me as Randy, the 16 year old who was the head caddy, and Jerry, who was the cart boy. He explained to me that they would be showing me around the clubhouse, so that I could get a feel for where things were, and they would explain what my duties would be. Then he told me that because I was really too small to be a caddy, he had decided to give me a job inside the clubhouse, making sure that the pool house and sauna was always well stocked with clean towels, helping the masseuse, and occasionally, bringing him drinks out on the course. He told Jerry to be sure to teach me how to work the carts, and show me which ones were service carts. The last thing he told them was to see if they had a uniform small enough to fit me, and if not to go see Roy right away. We left the office and Jerry and Randy got on each side of me, putting a hand each on my small shoulders, as they escorted me down the short hallway into the locker room. There were several men changing clothes by the lockers, in various stages of undress, and they all looked up and smiled as we walked through. I pretended not to notice that some of the men were totally naked, but my cock didn't. I was afraid that someone would see that it was starting to get really hard, and was glad that I had worn a pair of tight fitting jockey shorts today, so that it wouldn't be too noticeable. "Who's the cutie?" one man asked, who was sitting naked on a bench, with a pair of gaudy yellow and brown golf pants in his hand. "He's Red, he's going to be the new towel boy." replied Randy "Yeah, we're showing him around today, so he'll probably be suited up and working by the weekend." added Jerry. The man stuck out his hand and took mine, shaking it, as he said, smiling, " Well, welcome aboard Red! You shouldn't have any trouble at all getting good tips from this bunch of reprobates!" As the three of us walked out of the locker room, and into the sauna area, I asked, "What are tips?" "That's extra money that the men here give us for doing a good job of helping them out!" Randy said as he winked at Jerry. "You'll learn all about tips, and services and so on before you start working." Jerry added. "Cool, but what's a rep-ro-bate?" I asked timidly. They laughed at my second question, but never answered it. They showed me where the towels went in the sauna area, and then took me to the shower area and showed me where to put the clean towels as well as the used ones in there. Then they took me down to the pool area and showed me around there. I was a little surprised that there wasn't anybody showering or swimming, and Randy said that it was still a little early for any swimmers to show up, and the golfers didn't usually shower until after they played. The next place they took me was the big laundry room. They introduced me to Simon, who was the head of the Laundry. He showed me where to get the clean towels from to take to the showers, sauna, pool, and massage rooms, and where to bring the soiled ones at the end of the day. We went out the back door of the laundry to the caddy's shack, and they introduced me to the few caddies who were there, and showed me where the pop and snack machines were located. Jerry then put ten cents into the machine and ask what I wanted to drink. I told him a coke and he opened the door and pulled one out, popped the cap off on the built in bottle opener and handed it to me, then got one for himself and one for Randy. We sat down at one of the tables. "Never take a bottle out onto the course unless you're taking Mike a drink, then it's ok to have your own pop on the cart, but make sure that you don't leave it on the course! That can get you fired." Jerry said. "When you take your breaks, you can come out here for a soda, or you can go to the inside employee lounge, but never go into the dining room unless one of the members is taking you in for lunch! Mr. Hall, the club manager, doesn't like any of us in the dining room, unless it's cleared through him." Randy told me. My head was starting to spin a little, because I had so many questions that I wanted to ask. Jerry gave me the out that I needed when he said, "Any questions, so far?" "Who's Mike, and how do I find my way back out here, and when do I take breaks, and when do I get my uniform, and how come I have to wait till Saturday to start working?" The questions all flowed at once and seemed to jumble in my young mind as I spat them out. "Mike is Mr. Jenkins, he only lets some of us call him by his first name, and he'll tell you when and if you can. As for finding your way back out here, there are four doors that lead you back here, and we'll show you all of them. You start work at 9:00 AM on Thursday and Friday, and 8:30 on Saturday and Sunday, and you take your first Brake at 11:00. Your second Brake is in the afternoon at about 1:00, and that's lunch, then you get another Brake at about 3:00. If there's a tournament going on, it all changes, but you'll find all that out later. We have to train you from today until Friday, so you can't start work until Saturday, and we'll go see about your uniforms as soon as I've taught you about the carts!" We finished up our soft drinks and left the caddy's shack, and walked along a small gravel path to where the golf carts were all lined up. There was a long line of, maybe, thirty white colored carts, and another, shorter, line of about twelve which were green. Jerry explained to me that the white carts were for members to rent to go around the course, and the green ones were service carts, then he asked, "Have you ever driven a cart before?" I answered in the negative and he lead me over to one at the end of the row. We got into the cart, with Jerry in the driver's seat, and me next to him, then Randy got in next to me. We were very close and there was a long stick that went into the floor of the cart, that was sort of in front of me, and between my knees. Jerry turned the key, then took hold of the stick and moved it forward, while keeping his foot on the left pedal on the floor. He took his foot off the pedal and moved it to the right one, as the cart moved smoothly forward. We then went out onto the golf course and he brought the cart to a stop. "This is how to put the cart into reverse." he said as he pulled back on the stick, which put his hand firmly against my cock and balls. He then moved it back forward after a few seconds saying, "And this is forward." He quickly moved it back to the reverse position, keeping it there for several seconds, " Reverse," then moving it forward again, "Forward. Got that?" I nodded my head yes, because my throat was suddenly too dry to try to speak. I felt his fingers moving against my cock when he held the stick in the reverse position the second time, which made my erection start to return. Jerry then reached up, turned the key off, and said, "OK, let's see what you can do." as he got up from the seat and moved around to the other side. " Remember, as long as the stick is in the middle, the cart won't move, but it's a good idea to turn the key off whenever you leave the cart." he said as he scooted in next to Randy, forcing me over, under the wheel. My legs were almost too short to reach the pedals as I had to scoot way forward on the seat to reach them. "We can take care of that a little later on." Jerry said, as he giggled. "Turn the key and push in on the brake, that's the left pedal." I pushed the pedal in and turned the key, then moved the stick forward, and eased on the other pedal, as the cart began to move forward. "Drive up there to that turn and we'll see how you do in reverse." Jerry said. I drove the short distance, possibly 150 feet, and then brought the cart to a stop. I reached for the stick and pulled it all the way back, and found that my hand was very firmly against Randy's seemingly bulging cock, which made me a little nervous. "Now, look back over your right shoulder and watch as you back up into the turn, then come to a complete stop." Realizing that my hand was still against Randy's cock, which seemed much larger now, I quickly moved it to the steering wheel and began to back up. As I turned to watch over my right shoulder, I saw Randy smile broadly, and wink at me. I backed the cart slowly into the turn and then reached for the Brake and the stick again, and I thought I felt Randy's hard cock move in his shorts, as my hand made contact again. I quickly moved the stick all the way forward and eased out onto the main pathway headed back to the cart area. When we got back to the cart area, I suddenly realized that my hand would be making contact with Randy again, as I had to back the cart into it's position. The bulge in his shorts seemed much larger this time, and I could feel a little wet spot in the lower area, where I decided the head of his cock must be, and I kept my hand there longer than I had to, only moving it so that I could use both hands on the steering wheel. When we got out of the cart Jerry had me get back into the driver's seat and sit back, so that he could see how close my feet came to the pedals. As he leaned down he placed his right hand on my thigh, I thought to support himself as he stooped down, but as he raised himself back up, his hand moved into the crotch of my jeans and he gently moved it up and down a couple of times before removing it all together. I tried to pretend that what had been happening didn't effect me, but my jeans were slightly tented at the front, and I could feel the heat from my reddened face, as they led me back into the building through another door. This door opened into a short corridor, which led to the Massage room. In the massage room, I was introduced to Paul, the masseur. Paul was a very big man, standing nearly six feet tall, with a broad chest and abs that sloped into a tight V as it connected with his hips. His arms looked like the ones in the Charles Atlas adds that you saw in the back of comic books, and his thighs looked like they would be as big around as my chest. He wore a skin tight white t-shirt that accentuated his muscular frame, and a pair of thin white shorts, that could have been painted on. You could see his jock through the thin material, and when he turned around, there was a dark shadow where the crack of his ass should have been. To me, he appeared more like a giant compared to my smaller frame. He extended his hand and I thought his grip would break my small hand. He reached up his other hand, taking hold of my biceps and muttered something about "We got to work on these a bit." Paul explained that my duties for him would mostly consist of keeping him supplied with fresh towels, and keeping his oils and lotions well stocked. As we turned to leave the massage room, Paul gently slapped my ass, and held one cheek briefly with his hand, giving it a bit of a jiggle. I again flushed red, but didn't say anything to Randy or Jerry as we went back into the massage waiting area and then out into the short corridor again. We made a turn and passed the door that said Lockers again, and headed even further down the hall to a door marked "Employees Only". Jerry opened the door and we went in. Along one wall was a row of shelves that had all of the different club uniforms on it. We managed to find a couple of golf shirts in adult extra small size, but the shorts that I was expected to wear could not be found in my size. Jerry rang a bell that was sitting on the edge of the desk, and a rather old man came in from a small room, wiping his lips on the back of his hand as he entered. "Hi Roy, this is Red, and we need to get him suited up by Saturday. We found a couple of shirts that fit ok, but there aren't any shorts that even come close." Jerry said, as he exchanged a wink with the old man. "Vell, ve shall have to see vat ve can do about zat!" the old man said with a slight Germanic lilt in his voice. "Vat ve gots to do is get his measurements, and I vill either make zem, or perhaps ve can resize der smallest vons ve have in stock." He then turned to me, saying, "Take off your clothes young man, and ve'll get der measurements." I suddenly felt very self conscious, but began taking off my shirt as he fumbled for a tape measure. By the time he had found it I was out of my jeans as well, when he said, "All of them mine kinder, ve vill have to measure for der jock support too!" I hesitantly peeled the very tight jockey's down my legs, feeling the flush run through my entire body as my six inch boner popped into full view of the three of them. "Das ist der big sausage for such small kinder!" Roy exclaimed with a whistle. It seemed that Jerry and Randy were a bit impressed as well, as they began to whisper to one another excitedly. Roy began measuring, starting at my neck and working his way down. He measured my neck, my chest, my arms, both length and around the biceps, my waist, my hips, my legs around the thighs, and from where my waist should be on the front under my cock and balls and up to where my waist should be on the back, and as he did this measurement, he gently ran his hand, first across my hard cock, and then up the crack of my young ass. He then made some notes on a pad, then slapping my ass playfully, told me to get dressed, and that my uniforms would be ready on Friday. I finished dressing, feeling like a goldfish in a bowl, with everyone looking at me, and Jerry, Randy and I left the room. As we entered the corridor, we ran into Mr. Jenkins, who asked, "How's it going guys? Are you two showing Red everything?" "Yes sir, Mike!" answered Jerry. "Well listen boys, Why don't you two take Red into the dining room and get yourselves something to eat, and have them put it on my tab. Then you can finish showing him the ropes." "Cool, Mike, Thanks!" Jerry said. "Yes, thank you Mr. Jenkins!" I added. "You can call me Mike, Red, except in front of the caddies, and of course Mr. Hall!" "Yes sir...er...Mike, thanks." Mr. Jenkins headed toward the locker room, as we turned to head to the dining room. "Wow!" Jerry stated flatly, "only two people that I know of have ever been told to call him Mike, on their first day, and one of them was me!" "Yeah, and I'm the other one!" Randy added, "He sure must like you a lot, Red!" and again, he winked as he smiled and put his arm around my shoulder, as he and Jerry led me to the dining room. We told the waiter that Mr. Jenkins was treating us to lunch, and the waiter smiled saying that he had already been told that, then he took our orders and left, only to return shortly with our soft drinks, and a basket of bread rolls. A short time later, he returned with our food, which we ate greedily, as we chatted about the job, and things in general. As we were finishing our meal, a man with silver hair and large horn-rimmed glasses came by the table. "You must be Mike's new boy, I'm Mr. Hall, and I'm the manager of the club. You boys enjoying the meal?" We all three nodded affirmatively, having mouths full of the food, and Mr. Hall rubbed Jerry's head, and then said, "Jerry, could you come by my office about 4:00 this afternoon, I have something that I need your help with? And in the meantime, you boys show our new man around the whole place. Enjoy the rest of your meal, boys!" He didn't wait for an answer from Jerry, so I supposed that it was pretty much understood that he would go. We finished the meal, which was very good, and then headed back to the laundry room. There, they showed me the difference in the carts for towels, there was a line of white hamper carts that had towels all neatly folded, and I was told that they were the clean towels, and then the other line of blue carts were for used towels. All of the hundreds of towels were nice, thick, and white, in two sizes, the larger ones went to the Locker Room, the pool area and the massage room, while the smaller ones only went to the massage room. That's when I noticed that the carts were all marked as to where they were supposed to go. It couldn't get any easier than that. We left the laundry headed back into the sauna area, and that was when I noticed the door leading into the back side of the massage room. The sign on the door said "Massage Waiting Area" and there was a door next to it that said simply "Service". I asked what that door was, and was told that that was how I should take the towel cart in and out since the door opened both ways. As we got back into the locker room, it was almost empty. There were three people in there undressing, one was an older guy of maybe 40, the second looked a little younger, perhaps 30 or so, and a young guy who looked about the same age as Jerry. The oldest guy was still wearing his boxers, but the other two were completely naked and when we entered, it appeared as though the youngest guy was getting up off his knees in front of the 30 something guy. The older guy's cock was sticking straight out in front of him, and glistening with wet ness. In spite of myself, my eyes locked on it and the hard cock of the teenager, as the older guy kneeled down in front of the boy and very quickly took his cock into his mouth. It was as though we weren't even in the room, because they just kept on doing what they were doing. Randy almost had to pull me out of the locker room, and once in the corridor again, we went in a door marked "Caddie's Only". This turned out to be another locker room, but the showers were at one end of the room, and toilet facilities were at the other, closer to the door. There was some moaning coming from the shower area and we bypassed that area as Jerry told me that this was where I would come to change into my uniforms in the mornings and back into my clothes at the end of the day. We exited the locker room through a door, that led to another door, which led outside. Once outside, Jerry looked at his watch, and said that he had to go meet Mr. Hall. He told me that he would see me tomorrow, because I would be gone by the time he got done. Randy told him, with a wink and a grin, to have fun! That left just Randy to finish showing me around. He told me that our next stop would be the storage barn, and that I really didn't need to go there for anything, but he would show it to me anyway. He put his arm around my shoulder as we walked along, with his hand draped down on the front of my chest. Occasionally, I would feel his fingertips brush across my left nipple, which I was sure he didn't know, was sending an electric charge through me each time he touched it. When we got to the barn, Randy led me inside, and it was really very dark in there. "Hold on, let me find the light!" Randy said as he left my side. I could hear him moving around a bit, but it took several minutes before the light came on, and it was only one small bulb, which didn't provide very much light. "Sometimes, we come out here to fuck around." Randy said with a strange grin on his face. "Come on, let's sit down over here." He led me over to what looked like a bed with little table sitting next to it, and pushing downward on my shoulders, had me sit on the side of the bed. "Do you smoke?" Randy asked me. "No." I said. "That's cool, but if you start, remember that you're not allowed to smoke anywhere on the grounds but in here." Randy added as he opened a small drawer on the little table and took out a pack of Winston and a pack of matches. Lighting one of the cigarettes, he replaced the pack and matches and closed the drawer, then sat on the side of the bed next to me. As he withdrew the cigarette from his mouth, he let the smoke curl from his lips, and placed his right hand on my thigh. He slowly began moving it toward my crotch, inching increasingly closer to my cock, which had already began to stiffen inside my jeans. By the time he had his hand on the fly of my pants, my hard on was beginning to ache for release. Hearing no objections on my part, Randy began to fumble with the button at the waist of my pants, and after getting it opened he pulled the zip slowly downward. He dropped the cigarette onto the floor, stepping on it, as he got up off the bed and kneeled in front of me, taking hold of my jeans at the waist and tugging at them as I lifted my butt from the mattress. Once he had them around my ankles, he removed my shoes, and took the jeans completely off my feet. Sitting on his heels, he reached forward and began to massage my hard cock through the tight cotton of my jockeys, causing a small wet spot to appear at the where the head of my cock was. He pulled the front of my briefs outward and down, hooking them below my young tight balls, then took hold of my cock with his hand, slowly jacking it up and down. I leaned back onto the mattress, moaning in pleasure, as he pulled my jockeys off my body, then leaned forward and engulfed my young cock into his warm, moist mouth. As he began sucking up and down on my hard cock, he had also began to remove his own shorts. Releasing my cock from his mouth, he stood up, kicking his shorts off his feet as he pulled his shirt up over his head. In the dim light, I could see that he had a light dusting of hair on his chest, and a treasure trail running from his navel down to his soft brown curly pubic bush. His cock was already hard, and while it wasn't much longer than mine, it was much bigger around, with a narrow, almost pointed head. It was half again as wide at the base as it was behind the head, giving it a look similar to one of those traffic cones you see on road construction sites. Randy climbed onto the bed and got into a 69 position, with his hard, dripping cock only inches from my mouth, which was already watering in anticipation. As he took my six inches back into his mouth, I simply leaned forward and slurped his cock into my mouth and began sucking. It was difficult at first, because of the way it tapered outward toward the base, but I soon got into it, and was savoring the taste of his skin. I began to work his balls with my hand, as I sucked him deeper and deeper into my mouth, and I felt him playing with my balls as well. Each time he moved his hand farther back on my sack, he would drag one finger into the lower end of my butt crack. After about three minutes of this, he rolled me onto my back and spread my legs wide, raising them until they were behind his shoulders. He was now licking at my butt crack and moving his face closer and closer to my hole. When his tongue hit my hole, I lost his cock from my mouth, as I moaned out, "Oh God, that feels awesome!" That seemed to be all the incentive he needed, as he shifted his body a bit more forward and began in earnest to stick his tongue into my hole. I felt his tongue probe the rim, and nearly passed out with excitement as it forced it's way inside. In this position, I couldn't reach his cock with my mouth, so I simply began to jack him, slowly at first, as he continued to eat my hole out. I moaned like a whimpering puppy, as I heard him grunting and slurping at my most intimate place, and felt the sensations coursing through my young body. At this point, I was sure that I knew what he had in mind, and while I was no novice at being fucked, I wasn't sure about the size and shape of his cock going into my hole. That's when he suddenly stopped working my hole with his tongue, sat up and opened the drawer on the little table. He withdrew a jar of Vaseline, and popped the lid off, then scooped out a big dollop and began to smear it into his own ass hole. He sat the jar down on the table as he got a second glob and began coating my cock, then got onto his hands and knees, looked back over his shoulder, and pleadingly said, "Fuck me, fuck me hard please!" I was pleasantly shocked, by his actions, let alone his request, but immediately got into position behind him and began to enter his hole slowly. He turned back saying, "No, just shove it in, and make it hurt! I want you to fuck me like you mean it!" At his insistence I rammed my cock forward and began fucking as roughly as I could, to which his response was, "Oh yeah, harder, faster, fuck me, fuck me!" I fucked into him as if my whole life depended on it, as I suddenly felt his body begin to tremble beneath me. He bucked back onto my cock with every thrust and suddenly he screamed out like a wounded animal, "Ohhhhhhhhh Myyyyyyy Gawdddddd!" His whole body suddenly went stiff, and I could tell by the way his ass ring was contracting on my cock that he was cumming. His ass suddenly clinched like a vise and my own cock began to spew into him. I collapsed onto his back, causing him to collapse onto the bed, and into the puddle of his own cum he had just deposited there. We lay there panting for air when he suddenly rolled me off and onto the bed beside him. As he turned onto his back, he glanced down at his abdomen which was covered with his cum. I raised up and leaned forward, then began lapping his spent cum with my tongue, until I was sure that I had it all. What he did next sort of surprised me, as he leaned forward and licked my own cum and his ass juice from my softened cock, then looked up at me and smiled as he said, "You are definitely going to do alright here. And you'll get lots of tips too! As cute as you are, you'll have those old men eating your hot little ass and loving it!" We dressed and headed back to the clubhouse. I wasn't sure what Randy meant by what he had said about the old men, but I figured he would tell me more tomorrow. When we got back to the clubhouse, we left to head home. When I got home, my mother had already gone to work, my dad wasn't home yet, and my little brother was next door with the baby sitter, so I took off all my clothes and soaked in a hot bath until the water started to get cold, thinking about all that I had learned that day and about how I was going to get Mike, Jerry and Randy all to have sex with me at the same time. I think I'm really going to like this job! part 2 will be coming soon!