Gay Erotic Stories

My First Bogey, Part II Eddie must have said something to my friend, because he wasn't around for a month or more. I missed the money I could have made caddying for him. And I missed him. He was nice to me. He took care of me. I ran into him at a supermarket. He saw me and looked as though he needed permission to say hello. Smiling, I went to him and let him know I was glad to see him and missed him at the club. He looked away, embarrassed. He opened up, but not about his absence from the club.. He seemed unsure of how much he should say about his absence. "I'm really glad to see you again," I said, and gave him a hug. He seemed nervous about touching me back and again appeared embarrassed. "You coming back to the club anytime soon?" I asked. He bit his lower lip as if it were some form of self-control. "Well, I . . . " he muttered and his lower lip trembled. I gave him another hug and told him, "You don't know how much I missed you." His face flushed red. "Thank you," he said. "That means a lot to me." 'Well, look, uh, can I give you a lift home?" "That's okay, I live just . . .uh, well, okay, sure, if you wouldn't mind." I was there at the supermarket to pick up a list of things for my mom. The list went into my pocket now so I could get Howard quickly through the check-out stand and into my car. He lived close to the club, like Eddie said, in a small apartment. Everywhere there were framed photos of him swinging a golf club, accepting awards, and posing with other golfers. After he put away his groceries, he offered me a cold drink at arm's length, still unsure about touching me. I let him know it was all right by sitting close to him when we reached his sofa. A bulge in his trousers let me know he liked this closeness, so I leaned into him to encourage him to hold me close. That got him going. He wasn't too nervous to try for a kiss then. I liked this. I had the feeling I was seducing him. I tingled at the thought. "You want to . . .? "What?" I asked. That was another turn on---getting him to tell me what he wanted. Kissing e was easier, but it only fanned the flames. "You want to . . . to get undressed?" I got up, pulled him up after me, and led the way to his back bedroom. He was only too happy to follow me and let me be the initiator of everything there in the dark. His mouth fell open when I entered him. And then began the dance that rewarded us both for getting out from under our fear of involvement. He was back at the club before the weekend and in the steam room with me. We did our dance in the steam room. "I asked him to return," I told Eddie, my excitement solid again against my lower belly. "I like being taken care of."