I was standing over my father's grave at Sunnycrest Cemetery as the cleric spouted empty words and prayers, and as my mother wept crocodile tears into her lace hankie. "Be strong, Lucinda," said my Great Aunt Martha, patting my mother's shoulder. Aunt Martha was my father's mother's sister. My mother sobbed even more energetically into the damp embroidere...
My office windows provide me with a great view of nature, they overlook a large wooded area. As I looked out of my office window I could see that the snow was still covering the landscape. The wind was blowing and the snow was drifting, it was a beautiful sight indeed, but not if you are a golfer! Spring was not that far away and I couldn't wait for the sno...
I was eighteen, let's say, the first time I tasted cock. I dropped to my knees, fumbled nervously with the zip, glanced up for a second at his face, and then pulled his soft cock out into the air. I stared at it and I thought: I must be gay. It looked amazing. Maybe four inches long, not so soft anymore, with a tuft of light brown hair above it, a few wisps...
"This dollar says you miss that putt," John said, waving a crinkled dollar bill as George stands over a 6-footer. George glared at John for breaking his concentration, then re-focused and drilled the putt into the back of the cup. "Pay up bitch!" George said with a grin, snatching the dollar from John as the walked toward the 15th tee. John thought all the...
None of the characters in this story are under the age of 18! Far from it! I suppose it could have been posted in "Mature" or "BDSM" but the dominant theme is m/m. The names have been changed to protect the guilty except for the characters who don't really exist. The men in this story are risking their health and their marriages; the ones that are married th...
Being gay and a golfer would be easier if I were a woman. There doesn't seem to be a shortage of lesbian players around, but gay men and golf doesn't mix for some reason. But I love to play the game, and I always walk. It makes for great exercise and carrying my clubs up and down the hills does wonders for my legs. I would have to say that my legs are my be...
I was cruising an internet gay site, when I came across a profile of a married older man that was looking for some discreet sex. He was also looking for a golf partner. This was an interesting way to meet and play! At least it would make for interesting side bets! I e-mailed him to meet me at a local golf course that usually didn't have a lot of morning golf...
(This is the next chapter in the story of two very close friends who discover a mutual attraction to one another, prompted by Adam's blunt approach to Mike. They have enjoyed a morning of manly satisfaction and are playing a round of golf. Adam has just shared an experience with a grad student and now Mike admits desires that had been hidden for some time. I...
I was headed to the river for an evening of fishing. My favorite river abuts a golf course and there is a network of service roads and cart paths through the woods between the course and the river. As I walked down one of the roads, I suddenly came upon a golf cart and someone in the woods nearby. As I approached, I heard, "Hey, I know you." It was a guy...
JOHN'S STORY: I was working at a resort in the Mojave Desert -- the middle of nowhere. The nearest town was an hour away. It was a popular destination resort, especially for Europeans and Asians. I was a bartender and made good money -- that's why I was there. It was the kind of place where you were happy to be working at night because there was nothing el...